ADRENALINE E52 – BAD COMPANY II (083)


ADRENALINE E52 SEPTEMBER 7TH, 2016
SCOTTRADE CENTER ST. LOUIS, MO

PRE-SHOW
ALEXANDER HAYES VS. SCOTT STEVENS

Although one has already competed in a 4CW ring, both make their 4CW debuts officially under contract. Getting an early jump in the match, Hayes used his quickness to slow Stevens down after dodging a jumping calf kick and capitalizing with a dropkick to the chops. Not giving Stevens a chance to catch his breath, Hayes appeared to have the match in the books after hitting Stevens with a Russian leg sweep and then two back to back DDT’s. With Stevens on his toes, Hayes went for a flying forearm smash from the top rope which resulted in Stevens catching him in mid-air. Using his brute strength, this was a turning point in the match as Stevens used it to make his first lethal strike, a running powerslam into the turnbuckle. From that point, Hayes lost all momentum as Stevens quickly wore him down with power move after power move, after power move. After a set of triple rolling German suplexes, Stevens went to the corner with Hayes and threw him from the top with a belly to belly suplex. Seeing an opportunity and striking precise like a cobra, Stevens finished him off with a three-quarter facelock front face bulldog, also know to him as the Toxic Sting. With Hayes out of juice, Stevens ended his night once and for all with the one, two, and three!

The picture opens to a shot of the empty Adrenaline ring. “Bulls On Parade” by Rage Against the Machine continues to play over the electric Scottrade Center. The house is packed with fans as far as the eye can see. In the mixture, various signs can be seen as the camera focuses in on a select few.

UNIVERSALLY DOPE

GENEVIE
WAS
ROBBED

I CAN’T WAIT TO
SLEEP FOREVER

KEEP IT IN
YOUR PANTS
C A S H E

WILL HOLLYWOOD
BE THE ONE?

At the booth, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa await their queue as the fans behind them go wild. Zooming into the booth, Vassa points to the camera with a smile on his face before turning to Johnson with a nod. Rubbing his hands together, Johnson then adjusts his tie before looking to the papers in front of him for a brief moment and then looks back to the camera.

JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to another night of 4CW Adrenaline, live on Showtime! I’m your host, Steve Johnson, and we’re here at the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri.”

VASSA: “No need to introduce me, you all know who I am! Welcome to the show folks!”

JOHNSON: “We’re running on a tight schedule so we won’t keep you long.”

VASSA: “AWESOME! We have a shit load of tag team action in store for tonight.”

JOHNSON: “That we do! Let’s not forget, we also have a Pride Championship defense in the mix as well.”

VASSA: “It’s going to be one hell of a night.”

JOHNSON: “Before we get started, let’s take a look at the bracket for Bad Company Two and then we’ll head backstage momentarily before our first match of the evening.”

Backstage, at the Scottrade Center! The crowd prepares for another interview segment, as we see Gabriel Hartman standing by. He’s smiling, in much better spirits than usual, mainly because Bryan Williams is here with him! Bryan is prepared to head out to the ring, his hair tied up in a manbun. With a “Bulletproof” t-shirt front and center, he looks ready to get this interview underway!

HARTMAN: “Ladies and Gentlemen … Bryan Williams!

There is a pop from the crowd, as Bryan waves to them all.

HARTMAN: “Bryan, Bad Company 2 is tonight. A tournament that you know very well, as you made your 4CW debut last year in the inaugural event.”

WILLIAMS: “That’s correct, Gabe.”

HARTMAN: “This is sort of becoming an annual tradition now, and you’re looking to make it two in a row. Obviously you had a different partner last year, and a different situation. Where you were willing to team with Aidan Carlisle, you are now partnered up with Jason Cashe …via Perry Wallace. Speaking of, where is Jason Cashe at?”

Bryan cracks a smile, as Gabe looks around for Jason Cashe.

WILLIAMS: “Just give him a second, he’ll be here soon enough. I might not have appreciated the pairing here, but I’ve come to accept it. I’m starting to learn a few things as well, you have to give him some time.”

They continue to wait, in silence, Bryan growing a bit impatient for his partner to show up. He looks around, sighing.

WILLIAMS: “Hold on, I know a trick…”

Bryan looks off camera, possibly to somebody who is standing off to the side of the camera.

WILLIAMS: “HEY AIDAN … Come over here!”

From some random door down the hall some, Jason Cashe pops his head out. Eyebrows risen full of interest.

CASHE: ”Where!? Aidan’s here?”

Stepping out into the hall, Cashe moves closer to Bryan Williams. Breathing into his own hand Cashe leans in some and blows his breath at Williams. Bryan winces, waving his hand in front of his face.

CASHE: ”Hey does my breath stink? Haven’t brushed since Queef and I last ummm… You know!”

Nudging Williams to play towards a sexual act that Williams wanted NO part in a visualization.

WILLIAMS: “God …ANYWAY, I told you that would work Gabe. Where’s my ten dollars at?”

HARTMAN: “We didn’t bet anything…”

WILLIAMS: “I’ll get it later. Jason, thanks for joining us finally. You get caught in traffic or something?”

CASHE: ”Traffic? No. I have this habit now where I watch Queef get changed? She does these little bend overs and my GAWD! You should see her “Peek-A-Boo”.. Wait!”

Slapping Williams against his back shoulder Cashe shakes a finger at him, Bryan is jostled forward a bit. He almost looks annoyed, but quickly calms himself down.

CASHE: ”You are engaged! Do NOT think about my chick’s peek a boo you pervert!”

WILLIAMS: “Yeah, fair enough…”

Almost like he was changing the subject, Bryan holds up a finger as he gets both Gabriel and Jason to wait for a moment. He steps out of camera range, coming back with a t-shirt in hand.

WILLIAMS: “Now, I am a firm believer in teamwork and unity. Aidan and I got there through various efforts, some that Jason and I cannot really do because …well, it’s fucking gross. BUT, that doesn’t mean I can’t try something else, other means to get this team on the right page.”

HARTMAN: “So you brought him a gift?”

WILLIAMS: “Exactly! Here you go, bud.”

Cashe looks on, suspiciously, as Bryan hands him the t-shirt. Fully expecting a terrible surprise, he carefully unfolds the shirt. Nothing happens, nothing falls out of the shirt and it isn’t even covered in shit! It’s a perfectly normal t-shirt, matching exactly what Bryan is wearing at the moment!

CASHE: ”Bulletproof? Did Tate approve this?!”

WILLIAMS: “There was a fight. Just a small sacrifice to make sure we’re on the right page tonight. She’s going to feel much better when I come home with fifty thousand.”

Shrugging Cashe pulls the shirt down over his other casual wear T-Shirt. A big smile on his face as he stares down at it before looking back up at Bryan Williams.

CASHE: ”I feel like I just got invited to the Cool Kid’s table! I’m giddy!”

HARTMAN: “So it would be easy to assume that you’re both on the same page right now? The talent in this tournament is deep, but you guys are the favorites for a lot of people.”

Bryan nods, as he looks towards Gabe.

WILLIAMS: “I’ve been ready to go, and I know Jason isn’t going to be a slouch out there either. Lot of people are going to have to watch out, there’s a new status quo in the tag team division. Troubled Moon is here to stay!”

Bryan looks a bit dissatisfied, for a moment.

WILLIAMS: “Should probably work on that name…”

CASHE: ”Well I’ve got an erection so I’m excited as fuck for tonight! The name doesn’t matter, the hands raised at the end will. You can take a picture now because THIS is the next 4CW Tag Team Champions and we making MONEY doing it!”

Gabriel nods, as Bryan and Jason both look ready for their match.

HARTMAN: “That’s great to hear! You both sound ready to make a run at this tournament. I guess the next question would be, if you guys win how does that affect your potential match against each other later on?”

Bryan facepalms.

CASHE: ”Oh that’s EASY! I’ma whoop his ass… DUH!”

WILLIAMS: “See what you’re starting, Gabe? I’m gonna get that ten dollars later, we got a match to get ready for. Come on man.”

CASHE: ”WE BULLETPROOF MOTHERFUCKERS!! WE COMING!!”

OPENING MATCH
GROUP A ROUND 1
THE MONSTIMALS VS. TROUBLED MOON

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

“Monster” and “Animal I Have Become” (mash up) by Skillet and Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab come through the curtain with Henry Losak behind them.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring at a combined weight of five hundred thirty pounds, Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab… THE MMOONNSSTTIIMMAALLSS!!!”

They walk side by side together to the ring, ignoring the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry goes through the middle rope. Raab and Samuel do a holdup in the ring with the fans having mixed cheers and boos on them, as Henry steps out of the ring with Raab. Staying in the ring, Samuel waits alone as he will start the match off.

POWERS: “And the opponents!”

“Unsung” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song. Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. With a serious look on his face, Bryan stands in the ring waiting for his opponent. The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back, almost sliding out with a smile on his face and a dip in his step as he hears the place give him both jeers and cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.

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

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

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

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

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell.

VASSA: “We haven’t seen The Monstimals in action since last year at the first Bad Company.”

JOHNSON: “To be fair, we have seen the team of Williams and Cashe in action at all. What is it they call themselves again?”

VASSA: “Troubled Moon! It’s lame, I know. I would have went with Fart of War if I were them, that or either Aidan’s Assets!”

JOHNSON: “I get the Fart of War reference, but the other is just silly.”

VASSA: “Shut up Steve, can’t wait to sleep forever!”

JOHNSON: “With your lifestyle you won’t have to wait much longer.”

VASSA: “WHAT THE FUCK, STEVE?! CHILL!!!”

JOHNSON: “Ever since coming back to Adrenaline and staying with 4CW, Lord Raab has expressed his love for this company.”

VASSA: “And as much as Cashe wants to act like he despises it and hates the owner, he loves it as well! He’s practically carried it on his back. His words, not mine.”

JOHNSON: “He has a point. A lot of the success surrounding 4CW has to do with him being here since the beginning. He, along with Raab, are considered foundation blocks to this company.”

VASSA: “And you know what? You don’t here either of these two bitching every week about contract disputes. Makes you wonder about the ones who do.”

JOHNSON: “I think I know where you’re going with this but now isn’t the time. We have the first match of the tournament to kick off.”

VASSA: “This match right here should set the tone for the entire tournament and Adrenaline. That’s why Cashe proudly reps the opening matches.”

JOHNSON: “They are a joy to watch and yes, they do set the tone early for the entire night.”

VASSA: “I remember when Bryan’s old partner used to bicker over wanting the openers.”

Alone in his corner, Samuel stares across the ring as Raab looks over his shoulder from the apron. The two stare at Williams and Cashe arguing at one another over who is going to start the match off. Slamming his foot down, Cashe points to the apron as Williams looks at him with a smirk. Getting nowhere, the official finally comes over and orders one to leave the ring. Irritated at the argument, Williams waves Cashe off before stepping through the ropes and onto the apron. Checking in with Cashe, the official quickly gets the nod as he backs towards the center of the ring. He then looks over to Samuel but gets nothing in return, no body language, no sounds, nothing. On the outside, Losak points to the official and gives him the okay. With both men ready to get things underway, the official quickly throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell, officially starting Bad Company Two.

DING!!! DING!!!

Full of energy, Cashe bounces out of his corner from side to side before turning into a full sprint and racing towards Samuel. Closing in, Cashe takes an overhead swing for the top of Samuel’s head. Stepping out of the way, Samuel grabs onto Cashe as his hand crashes on top of the turnbuckle. Quickly pulling his hand back, Cashe sighs slightly before Samuel headbutts him in the ear. Grabbing onto Cashe’s head with both hands, Samuel then slams him face first onto the turnbuckle and as he pulls Cashe’s head up, Raab lunges over the top rope and connects with a powerful right hand.

Lifting Cashe into the air, Samuel wraps both arms around his midsection and begins squeezing the life out of him with a bearhug. With his arms free, Cashe begins hitting Samuel in the head with lefts and rights, trying to break the big mans hold. Refusing to release Cashe, Samuel continues squeezing him as Cashe slowly begins turning red in the face. Noticing Cashe moving slower and slower by the second, Samuel then falls backwards and throws Cashe over his head and across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Crashing hard on his back, Cashe rolls to his feet in a fluid motion before dropping back down to one knee in front of his corner. Reaching over the top rope, Bryan slaps him in the side of the shoulder, initiating a tag.

JOHNSON: “Samuel just showcased his strength as he threw Cashe across the ring like a ragdoll.”

VASSA: “I don’t think Cashe is too happy about that tag on Bryan’s behalf.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think these two are happy being partners!”

As Williams enters the ring, Cashe quickly rises to his feet before closing in and cornering Bryan. The two then begin arguing with each other as the official begins the five count. Not paying attention to their surroundings, they begin yelling at each other until Samuel charges in and hits Cashe over the back of the head with a running clothesline, sending him into the ropes, flipping over the top and crashing down to the apron.

VASSA: “That’s one way to get the illegal man out of the ring!”

Before Samuel turns his attention to Bryan, he catches a quick right chop to the throat. He then follows up with a kick to the back of Samuel’s knee, forcing him to drop down to it. Spinning in place, Bryan then connects with a roundhouse kick to Samuel’s head, whipping him completely around and knocking him face first to the canvas. Pulling Samuel up from the mat, Bryan then lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before walking towards the center of the ring. Swinging Samuel around, Bryan drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker.

JOHNSON: “Better pace yourself Bryan! Samuel isn’t light at all and this is only the first of three potential matches tonight.”

VASSA: “You saying he’s going to wear himself out? Get the fuck out of here! He has the conditioning that only Tate Troy can provide!”

Crawling over Samuel, Bryan hooks the leg for the pin as the official slides in from across the ring.

ONE

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TW–

Before the officials hand can slap the mat a second time, Raab breaks up the pin with a foot to the back of Bryan’s head. Dipping through the ropes, Cashe then charges towards Raab and blindsides him, wrapping him up and tackling him to the mat.

VASSA: “This is the fight we’ve all been waiting for!”

Mounting himself on top of Raab, Cashe then begins slamming gorilla style fists onto Raab’s chest. Connecting with two from each hand, Cashe then raises both hands above his head and locks his fingers together. Grunting loudly, Cashe draws back even further and as he begins to swing downward, Raab reaches up with both hands and wraps them around Cashe’s throat. Pulling Cashe’s head down, Raab pops his head up from the mat and slams Cashe right across the nose with a headbutt.

JOHNSON: “WHOA!!!”

VASSA: “Fuck that’s gotta be broke.”

Holding Cashe’s head in place above him, Raab looks up for a moment as blood begins to pour from his nose like a faucet. Raab then throws Cashe to the side as the official races over and gets in between the two. As he stands to his feet, Raab then backs away from the cluster of bodies and heads towards his corner, with the official following him. Meanwhile, Bryan checks in with Cashe as he lays on the mat, holding his nose with both hands as the blood seeps between his fingers.

JOHNSON: “That looks terrible.”

VASSA: “Nah, it’s just a nosebleed.”

Stepping through the ropes, Raab exits to the apron as the official turns his attention back across the ring. Walking Cashe towards the corner, Bryan helps guide him as his eyes are watery from the damage done to his nose. Stepping through the ropes, Cashe leans his head back and holds onto the rope with one hand as he holds his nose with the other.

VASSA: “Damn, that shit is pouring! I’ll be right back.”

JOHNSON: “What the–“

Tossing his headset onto the booth, Vassa then stands up from his chair and walks over to the corner of the ring where Cashe stands above on the apron. Digging through his pockets, Vassa then pulls out a small package of tissues. After removing one from the package, he yells for Cashe’s attention before extending his arm and handing The Troubles One a tissue.

JOHNSON: “There you have it folks. Vinny to the rescue!”

Back in the ring, Bryan turns to Samuel who has finally climbed to his feet. Rushing in on him, Bryan kicks his leg up but Samuel catches it and pulls him in before lifting him into the air. Samuel then runs across the ring and drives Bryan into the canvas with a running powerslam. The entire ring rattles from the impact as Samuel then pops back to his feet.

JOHNSON: “That little distraction seems to ha–“

VASSA: “Holy shit, did you see all that blood?”

JOHNSON: “Welcome back to the both Vinny.”

VASSA: “No sweat, it’s my pleasure.”

Pulling Bryan up from the mat, Samuel then locks onto his wrist before whipping him to the far corner where Raab stands on the outside. Taking off behind him, Samuel runs full speed and as Bryan crashes into the corner, Samuel is right there to nearly decapitate him with a running clothesline. Slapping hands, Samuel makes the tag with Raab before pulling Bryan away from the corner. Placing Bryan’s head between his legs, Samuel then wraps him up around the waist as Raab enters the ring. In a burst of energy, Samuel lifts Bryan into the air for a powerbomb and as he goes to slam him down, Raab steps in and wraps up Bryan’s head. Together, the two drive Bryan into the canvas with a powerbomb and neckbreaker combination.

VASSA: “Now that’s what you call teamwork!”

JOHNSON: “They just broke Bryan in half with that combination.”

Rolling over top of Bryan, Raab goes for the pin as Samuel steps aside and stands guard.

ONE

Dipping through the ropes with his nostrils stuffed with tissue, Cashe charges across the ring.

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TWO

Leaping forward, Cashe flies through the air towards Raab and Bryan. Cutting him off, Samuel collides into Cashe with a shoulder block that sets him off course and into ropes, getting caught up between the top and middle.

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THRE–

VASSA: “HOLY SHIT BRYAN KICKED OUT!!!”

JOHNSON: “This one was almost over!”

Looking over to Cashe hanging on the middle rope, Samuel begins pushing on his body, trying to put him onto the apron. Rolling over to his back, Cashe grabs onto Samuel before falling backwards, pulling Samuel through the ropes as the two fall to the floor below. In a fit of rage, Raab rises to his feet and begins stomping onto Bryan over and over. He then pulls Bryan up to his feet and squares him up with a combination of boxing styled punches to the head and body. Knocking Bryan off balance, Raab then steps in and hits him underneath the chin with a European uppercut, sending him flying backwards through the air and crashing to the mat.

On the outside, Cashe and Samuel roll along the floor, hitting each other with punches to the head and body. Rolling Samuel onto his back, Cashe then begins slamming his fist onto Samuel’s forehead violently. Cashe then grabs onto Samuel’s head and pulls it up from the floor before leaning in and sinking the few teeth he has into the flesh on the side of Samuel’s head. The camera zooms in on Cashe’s face and he bites down on Samuel, the tissues in each nostril soaked in blood. Cashe then pushes himself up and locks onto Samuel’s arm, pulling him up as well. He then whips Samuel to the nearby steps. As Samuel’s back slams against the cold steel, Cashe then charges towards him and spears him right through the steps, knocking them over to their side as the impact is heard throughout the entire arena.

CCRRAASSHH!!!

VASSA: “Jesus fucking Christ!”

JOHNSON: “Cashe doesn’t need a no holds barred stipulation to destroy the set.”

Inside the ring, Raab stands Bryan up and then wraps his hand around his throat. Lifting Bryan into the air, Raab throws him down to the mat with a chokeslam.

JOHNSON: “The Chokinator!”

Dropping to both knees, Raab looks down on Bryan before making the cover until a distraction is heard not far away. In his corner, Raab looks to see Cashe holding up Samuel on the apron, taunting him and using him as if he were a puppet. Popping back to his feet, Raab charges towards the corner and lunges forward, Ducking out of the way and holding Samuel in front of him, Raab makes contact with Samuel and the ref recognizes it as a tag. Cashe then pops back up and connects with a stiff right to Raab’s face. He then rolls Samuel over the top rope and into the ring before reaching across the top rope and locking onto Raab. Cashe then pulls Raab over the top rope and the two fall to the floor, Cashe breaking Raab’s fall.

VASSA: “Cashe may act stoopid but he knew exactly what he was doing right there. He set Raab up to make the tag without even knowing it!”

As Cashe and Raab exchange punches on the floor, the official begins the ten count with both Samuel and Bryan down on the mat.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

The two slowly begin climbing to their feet as Cashe and Raab continue rolling around on the floor below.

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Standing to his feet, Bryan breaks the officials ten count and looks across the ring to Samuel, who has gotten to one knee. Shuffling forward, Bryan then pops his foot up from the mat and plants it directly underneath Samuel’s chin as he stands up, hitting him with a vicious superkick. Samuel’s head whips back but he remains on his feet. Bryan then kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to bend over from the impact.

Meanwhile, Raab gains control over Cashe and slams his head into the floor multiple times, knocking him into a daze. He then stands to his feet and looks back into the ring where Bryan wraps his arm around Samuel’s head and grabs onto the back of his pants. Lifting Samuel into the vertically into the air, Bryan then drops him down across his knee with a brainbuster.

JOHNSON: “CTE!!!”

VASSA: “Samuel doesn’t even know what hit him!”

Making the cover, Bryan hooks Samuel’s leg as the official drops down beside them with the count.

ONE

Climbing onto the apron, Raab then dips through the ropes and enters the ring.

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TWO

As he takes a step forward, Raab leg gets taken out from under him as Cashe reaches underneath the bottom rope and pulls it back, dropping Raab face first to the mat.

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “The odd duo of Troubled Moon does it!”

Jumping for joy, Cashe screams on the outside of the ring before rolling underneath the bottom rope and entering. Popping up to his feet, he races over to Bryan as he rises to one knee, tackling him as the excitement overtakes him.

VASSA: “We might need to get these two a room!”

JOHNSON: “I’ve never seen Cashe so happy in the ring.”

VASSA: “Yeah, it’s a bit odd if you ask me.”

Pushing Cashe away, Bryan stands to his feet as Cashe continues rolling on the mat in excitement. Dragging Samuel to the ropes, Raab checks in on him, keeping his cool and locking his full attention on his partner. “Unsung” then hits the speakers as Bryan pulls Cashe up and congratulates him on the hard fought victory. Slapping Bryan’s hand away, Cashe calms down as a serious look comes over his face. Stepping in between the two, the official grabs onto each of their arms before raising them into the air.

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

POWERS: “Here are your winners, Jason Cashe and Bryan Williams… TROUBLED MMOOOONN!!!”

Snatching his arm away from the official, Cashe runs to the corner and leaps into the air. As his feet hit the middle ropes, they slip and he falls backwards, crashing to his bottom on the mat. Looking from across the ring, Bryan shakes his head before brushing the hair from his face and walking over to help him up.

VASSA: “And with that, we’re one match into this tournament and one match closer to crowning a winner of Bad Company Two!”

JOHNSON: “The night is still young but these two have set the tone early!”

VASSA: “I bet Bryan’s old partner is at home watching, all jealous and whatnot.”

JOHNSON: “If you say so. Folks, we’re going to go backstage momentarily. We’ll be right back here at ringside with more action in just a bit.”

The scene opens up backstage with Johnny Evil and Adrian Tanner Jr. getting ready for their tag team match. The locker room has a makeshift table set up where the two of them have been playing cards. There’s empty water bottles laying off to the side by the lockers and the room is a bit hazy due to Johnny puffing down a joint prior to Adrenaline.

Adrian Tanner is spraying Febreeze around the locker room as Johnny catches a bit over over spray in his eyes that’s still lingering in the air. Johnny squints and wipes his eyes out with his fingers as he looks at Tanner.

EVIL: “Damn, you got me in the eye, bro!

Adrian shakes his head…

TANNER: “You might want to re-word that, it kind of sounded a bit…”

Johnny thinks about it in confusion for a moment and then shrugs it off.

EVIL: ”What, gay??”

Johnny let’s off a chuckle…

EVIL: ”Shit, if the gay community could take a joke like they take a dick it wouldn’t be a problem.”

It’s at this point, the camera zooms in on Johnny as he stares directly into the lense. Adrian can be seen shaking the can of Febreeze in the background and realizing it’s empty he gives off a shrug tossing it to the side of him. It’s at this moment, Johnny addresses the viewers.

EVIL: “Welcome to the Bad Company II tag team tournament My Evil Minions. You’re getting exclusive backstage footage from Adrian Tanner Jr. and myself before we become the next 4CW Tag Team Champions. As always, I got my favorite homie behind the camera, Connor!”

Adrian cuts in letting off a sarcastic chuckle…

TANNER: ”Johnny, his name is Konrad man!”

EVIL: “Oh shit, that’s right. I got my favorite homie KONRAD behind the camera. Don’t worry, I’ll get it right eventually.”

At this point, Adrian Tanner Jr. puts on his headphones and begins to get in the zone. Konrad zooms the camera in on Tanner, showing exactly how focused he is in his facial expression. Adrian closes his eyes and lets the music guide him as the camera pans out and zooms back in on Johnny Evil.

EVIL: ”So, how about we get down to what tonight is all about. I mean, sure we got Chris Madison taking on Brian Hollywood which is gonna’ be some blockbuster shit. However, let’s not stray too far away from the importance of Bad Company itself. I heard 4CW had one of these tournaments last year and it was a great success. Well, I can guarantee that tonight is going to be even more explosive than the last. (Johnny points over at Adrian Tanner Jr.) You got my brodie, Adrian over here getting pumped for the match listening to whatever he’s got blazing through those headphones. Speaking of blaze…”

Johnny gives off a huge smile as he attempts a huge inhale to catch whatever remnants of weed smoke may be in the air. Puffing his chest out with pride he gets hyped up.

EVIL: ”You got Mr. High Octane himself, the daredevil, Johnny Evil. Say what you want about Tanner and I. I know a lotta’ people got their money on The Boston Genie and Eli or Sativa Nevaeh and Keith Daniels. They might even think it’s wise to say that Jace and Tara Davidson retain. Thing is, I know damn well Adrian and I are gonna’ put on tonight. It’s time to show some of these people in 4CW that the new faces in the roster can make just as much of a statement as the rest. Anyone lookin’ at us as light work are gonna’ be sadly mistaken. Tonight it starts with Genevie and Elijah Carlson. Hopefully it ends with JPD and Tara, because like it or not Jace, we still have unfinished business!”

At this point, Johnny taps Adrian Tanner Jr. on the shoulder breaking him from his state of motivation. Tanner looks up with a bit of confusion on his face. Johnny nods his head in the camera’s direction.

EVIL: ”You got something to say while Kyle still has the camera rolling?

At this point, you can hear Konrad call out from behind the camera in a state of aggravation…

KONRAD: ”Christ, man… It’s FUCKING KONRAD, MAN!!”

Johnny gets hyped up and gives off a smirk of intense excitement.

EVIL: ”There you go, Konrad. Say it with some fuckin’ bass in your voice!! I bet talkin’ to me like that kinda’ gave you a semi-stiffy didn’t it? I know it sure as hell gave me one. That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about!!

Johnny just laughs it off before nodding toward the camera once more. At this point, Adrian Tanner Jr. looks up and removes the headphones from his ears.

TANNER: “I take back what I said earlier in my promotional, Jason Cashe is the drunkest mothereffer alive. But eh, it is what it is. And what tonight is, is the crowning of the NEW, New Era. You got me and Johnny E, the only real tag team in this entire tournament that isn’t bogged down by some kind of ridiculous personal issue-”

Suddenly, Adrian’s manager, Brandon Young, appears seemingly out of nowhere.

YOUNG: “Or that isn’t just plain stupid.”

Adrian and Johnny both turn to stare momentarily at Brandon, Johnny probably a tad more weirded out that he just appeared from nowhere than Adrian, before Brandon takes the hint and leaves again.

TANNER: ”I wasn’t gonna go that far, but sure. But the point is, once more, tag team wrestling. Kinda my forte. Put us in the ring against anyone, and the Arizona Assassin and Mr. High Octane are gonna do what we’ve come here to do.

Win ALL the things.

It’s go time, motherbitches.”

Adrian gets uncomfortable close to the camera, points his fingers like a gun directly at it, ‘shoots’ and walks out of view.

UNDERCARD
GROUP B ROUND 1
MAD CANDY VS. THE SICKNESS

JOHNSON: ”We’re gearing up for the next match in the tournament and we’ve got some exciting other matches to come tonight.”

VASSA: ”You’re sure right about that one. Fucking great night. Sick night.”

JOHNSON: ”Speaking of sick, we’ve got the Sickness, which is the team of Kat Jones and Randall Kash taking on Mad Candy which is Candice Turner and Maddox Lucien.”

VASSA: ”God damn some of these teams in this tournament…I swear…can we just say the Royal Family wins and get it over with?”

JOHNSON: ”As simple as that might seem, I don’t believe it is. We’ve got some really good teams that could surprise. In fact, one of these two teams could very well pull off the wins and go on to win this thing later tonight!”

VASSA: ”Why did I ever give up your positive attitude? Right, common sense.”

JOHNSON: ”Well let’s get to this thing! Powers is standing by and this match is nearly ready to begin!”

POWERS: ”The following match is scheduled for one fall!”

Just as “I Want Candy” by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.

POWERS: “Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome…’The Sweet Treat’…CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!”

After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she’s on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.

JOHNSON: ”Candy looks ready to go tonight.”

VASSA: ”She sure does, but she’s some goooood eye candy right there. Holy fuck this is ridiculous.”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”Can Maddox Lucien put together another fine big win? Lucien got the big win over the former 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith just a couple weeks ago so it shouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility that he can and Candy can pull off the win in this tournament.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know this team has a lot of chemistry to work on if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t be surprised if we get upsets happening, but this team right here I’m very curious to see the chemistry here.”

“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. As the opening guitar shred of Disturbed’s “The Vengeful One” start to play, Majella O’Ryan walks out in a leather trench coat, her steampunk sunglasses on her head. Randall Kash walks out in his black hooded robe and mask, his arms outstretched as both a mockery of Christ and a gloat to the fans that he has arrived.

POWERS: ”And making his way to the ring, from the Darkest Recesses of your Mind, weighing in at 317 pounds he is RANDALL KKASH!”

He walks to the ring with a confident swagger, still with his arms outstretched, avoiding interaction with the fans. Once reaching the ring apron, he stands with his back to the ring, and removes the robe and mask, handing it to O’Ryan. As he turns to face the ring, he instructs the referee to have his opponent step back so he can step into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”The Sickness has arrived! Kat Jones and Randall Kash!”

VASSA: ”Fucking love it!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell has rung and it looks as if this match is going to start between Candy and Kat as the two lock up in the middle of the ring. Some tangling entails before Kat is able to get the upperhand as she throws a hard forearm shot to the side of Candy before she pulls back and just bitch slaps the hell out of Candy. Candy holds the side of her face before Kat grabs her and takes her down with a belly to belly suplex in the middle of the ring. Kat doesn’t waste any time before covering Candy.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!

JOHNSON: ”Wow, a hard slapped statement there by Kat in the early openings of this match!”

VASSA: ”Did you hear that slap?! My God! Don’t ruin that pretty face Kat!”

Kat grabs a hold of Candy once again and ruffles her to her feet but Candy flips up and cocks back Kat’s arm before taking her down with an armbar. Candy is able to hit Kat with a handspring elbow before grabbing Kat’s head and dragging her into the canvas with a bulldog. Candy throws her arm up in excitement before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a split legged legdrop into Kat. Candy grabs the leg of Kat as she goes for a cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”What a great comeback there by Candy but she’s unable to get the pinfall as Kat is able to get the shoulder up!”

VASSA: ”You know, this match could go on as long as it wants to! I just love watching Candy in that ring! She really is a treat to watch!”

Candy grabs Kat as she launches her into the ropes. Kat comes back towards Candy and Candy goes for a swing, but Kat ducks and comes back from the other side of the ring as Candy turns around and right into a standing dropkick from Kat. Kat grabs a hold of Candy and bounces off the ropes and delivers her own form of a bulldog, one upping the electric Candy. Kat then locks her into a dragon sleeper hold right in the middle of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Uh oh, Kat with the surprise dragon sleeper on Candy there! Candy could tap!”

VASSA: ”NO! That will literally crush my evening and I don’t want to be in a fucking bad mood with half the night to go! Come on Candy, find a way out of this!”

Candy is attempting to get back to her feet, but she can’t shake Kat away as that dragon sleeper is starting to take a more dangerous effect on Candy. Candy is starting to break, but refuses to give in as she is able to get to her feet completely and staggers backwards straight into the corner turnbuckle as Kat’s back hits the turnbuckle. Candy drives Kat into the corner turnbuckle once more and then finally a third time as Kat finally releases the hold on Candy. Candy grabs her from behind and hits a stunning neckbreaker on Kat taking her down into the canvas. Candy crawls over and hooks the leg of Kat.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”A nice recovery there by Candy and she’s looking to get the tag into Lucien!”

VASSA: ”That a girl, Candy! Although I wouldn’t mind if Candy just wrestled this entire match!”

Candy rolls over as Lucien is holding out his hand ready for the tag. Kat is able to get the tag into Kash as Kash starts to get into the ring. Candy is able to get the tag and in comes Lucien. Lucien and Kash meet in the center of the ring and just start unloading on each other. Lucien drops a kick to the midsection of Kash before hitting an arm wrench DDT on Kash. Lucien follows that up with an ensuguri strike to the temple of Kash before rushing towards Kash and taking him down with a corkscrew elbow smash. Lucien drops down for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Lucien coming into this match hot, but Kash kicking out there as it’s going to take more to take Kash out.”

VASSA: ”Lucien seems to be picking right back up where he left off in his hot win against Dakota Smith.”

Lucien starts to unload on Kash in the middle of the ring, striking Kash with blow after blow, but Kash starts to defend himself as he’s able to block the incoming attacks. Lucien brings Kash to his feet, but Kash erupts right there as he grabs Lucien and sends him reeling into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Kash throws out an elbow strike before bringing Lucien down with a stiff short arm clothesline. Kash follows it up by hooking the leg of Lucien.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Well we knew it was going to happen sometime, and it didn’t take long for Kash to take control of this match.”

VASSA: ”This has been a fast paced match so far and neither team is giving in to the other.”

Kash brings Lucien to his feet before he starts to unload some stiff rights into Lucien. Kash grabs Lucien and Irish whips him into the ropes as Lucien comes back and drops him with a strong European uppercut. Lucien grabs Kash and Irish whips him into the ropes for his own assault as Kash comes back at Lucien and plants him with a missile dropkick. Kash bounces off the ropes again and comes back and delivers a stellar curb stomp that levels Lucien’s face straight in the mat. Kash drops down and once again covers Lucien.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”No! Lucien able to stay alive and get that shoulder up just in time but what a move by Kash! The winners of this match, ladies and gentlemen, will go on to face the winners of Ascended Supremacy and Keith Daniels and Sativa Nevaeh.”

VASSA: ”Yea, the winners of this match are going to have to be at the top of their game if they want to take down who I assume will be Ascended Supremacy. Jason and Tara Davidson are just too powerful and that might be too much to handle.”

Kash grabs Lucien and throws him into the corner turnbuckle. He rushes towards him but Lucien throws an elbow into the side of Kash’s face. Lucien grabs Kash and reverses the roles as he tosses Kash into the corner turnbuckle. Lucien then grabs Kash and bouncing from the ropes with his feet, is able to hit a stellar springboard tornado DDT leveling Kash in the middle of the ring. Lucien heads to the top rope and eyes Kash before diving off and delivering a knee drop from the top connecting to Kash. Lucien covers Kash and hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”NO! Kash able to get the shoulder up! What a nice set of high risk moves by Lucien! We don’t see much from him in that endeavor, but this tag tournament proves that Lucien is willing to use any means necessary to try and pick up the victory here!”

VASSA: ”That’s what this tag tournament is all about! Everyone willing to do what they must to advance and no one is leaving anything out of the arsenal tonight!”

Lucien sends a few kicks into the face of Kash before walking back over and tagging back in Candy into the match. Lucien holds onto Kash as Candy gets back into the ring and hits a stiff left hook before planting Kash with a snap suplex. Lucien gets out of the ring as Candy takes back over. Kash gets back to his feet as Candy rushes him and delivers a spear to Kash taking him back into the mat. Candy then ricochets off the ropes as she hits a lionsault on Kash but Kash raises up his knees and blocks the attack as Candy grabs her midsection. This allows Kash to tag back in Kat as Kat storms back into the ring. She doesn’t immediately go after Candy, though, as she blindsides Lucien with a superkick as Lucien flies off the ring apron and down to the outside. Kat turns her attention as Candy gets back to her feet. Kat grabs Candy and attempts to hit the WildKat on her but Candy reverses it and hits a sunset flip on Kat. Candy rolls up Kat into a small package and goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”No! Kat just barely gets her shoulder up in time! That was a very close fall and Candy almost had her right there!”

VASSA: ”Candy hasn’t seized to impress me! Great counter there by Candy!”

Candy gets to her feet and backs up and is blindsided by Kash on the ring apron as Kash delivers a stiff elbow to the back of the head as Candy grabs her head. She spins around to take a swing at Kash, but Kash grabs her and hits a slingshot type of move that causes Candy’s neck to ricochet from the ropes. Candy turns around as Kat is right there waiting and is able to hit the WildKat on Candy taking her down in the middle of the ring. Kat immediately drops down and hooks the leg of Candy.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Whoa! Kat Jones and Randall Kash pick up the victory!”

VASSA: ”Damn it! Candy got blindsided! Come the fuck on!”

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners and advancing in the tournament, Kat Jones and Randall Kash… THE SICKNESS!!!”

Rising to her feet, Kat is quickly joined by Randall at her side as the two celebrate their hard fought victory.

JOHNSON: ”And The Sickness will move on to face the winners of Ascended Supremacy and Keith Daniels and Sativa Nevaeh! What a great effort by Mad Candy, but The Sickness is able to pull out the advantage for the win!”

VASSA: ”That was a great match and despite my girl not winning, a great effort from Lucien and Candy, but great job by Kat Jones and Randall Kash here tonight!”

The camera cuts to backstage, where “The Dangerous One” Keith Daniels is making his way to his locker room.

VASSA: “And one can only wonder how Keith Daniels and the Ganja Goddess are going to work together as a tag team!”

JOHNSON: “A vicious, cold-blooded powerhouse and a completely deranged woman like Sativa Nevaeh? What could possibly go wrong?”

VASSA: “Even if they were to be able to coexist, there’s Ascended Supremacy on the other side, and Jason and Tara Davidson not only are not strangers as a tag team, they’re also husband and wife!”

JOHNSON: “Because every marriage is perfect and couples don’t ever argue, right?”

VASSA: “In the middle of a tag team tournament match?”

JOHNSON: “You’re not married, are you? Of course you’re not!”

At that point, Daniels arrives to the door and stops, as there is something that catches his eye, and the eye of the camera.

VASSA: “Wait! What’s that on the door?”

The camera zooms in to the locker room door, to catch a yellow sign hanging from the doorknob which reads “Danger: Live Wire.” Daniels looks at the sign, looking rather dumbfounded.

VASSA: “They’re doing maintenance at the locker room?”

JOHNSON: “Hey wait – see that? There’s the Dangerous One, whose finisher is a Live Wire, looking at a sign that says “Danger: Live Wire!”

VASSA: “Are you saying that’s no coincidence?”

JOHNSON: “I’m saying someone is taking the piss!”

Daniels grabs the sign and dismissively throws it away, then he goes to open the door…

DANIELS: “ARGH!”

But then he quickly pulls his hand out of the doorknob, clutching it angrily.

VASSA: “What was that?”

JOHNSON: “Seems he was zapped!”

Now visibly angry, Daniels kicks the locker room door open and makes his way in. Looking at the door, he discovers a buzzer has been planted on the other side.

DANIELS: “Real funny, assholes!”

On a small table sitting close, he finds a note, to which the camera zooms in. “TO “THE DANGEROUS ONE” KEITH DANIELS:

I hope you didn’t feel too much tension from the LIVE WIRE, though someone of the stature of the DANGEROUS ONE should be well acquainted with DANGER. See you around!” As its only signature, the note has a picture of the Troll which reads “Problem?” Daniels crumples the note and throws it away, storming out of the room.

VASSA: “I guess you were right, Johnson, some idiot is pulling a juvenile prank on Keith Daniels.”

JOHNSON: “Someone who will find themselves in the ICU soon!”

Backstage Gabriel Hartman and a camera crew are poking around one of the corridors of the Scottrade Center. By luck, a door swings open and Chris Madison walks out, flanked by his manager, Frankie Morrison. Hartman wastes no time and bombards the undefeated 4CW Pride Champion with questions.

HARTMAN: “Glad I ran into you Chris. I was hoping I could get a few words from you.”

Madison remained statuesque, gripping the 4CW Pride Championship that was draped over his shoulder. Morrison slid forward and answered so his client wouldn’t have to.

MORRISON: “Let’s just make this quick Gabe. Chris has a title defense to focus on tonight.”

HARTMAN: “A lot of people were hoping to get some form of a response to that press release that was published about your contract status and the hefty contract offer from Perry Wallace.”

MORRISON: “Seems to be some kind of confusion about the topic. We maintain the same position we took before Perry went public with his little press release. Chris Madison is NOT a contracted 4CW talent. The only reason we’re in St. Louis is because as 4CW Pride Champion he’s obligated to defend the title when management books the match. Chris is a prideful man, he’s not going to relinquish a championship that he helped re-establish; he’s also not going to allow a blemish on his record because of forfeit. He forfeits to no man or woman in this business! Perry wants to play games? He wants to provoke my client? Well, he can take his contract offer and shove it!”

Hartman is taken back by the stern tone in Frankie Morrison’s voice, pausing for a moment as he looks to the camera crew for a signal to continue or cut the interview short.

HARTMAN: “Is there any solution? Have we reached a stalemate that’s only going to be resolved if Chris Madison finally loses in a 4CW ring?”

MORRISON: “We’re well beyond the point of no return. Perry Wallace is trying to use the public against Chris and I. He thinks by putting the figures of his contract off out in the open he’s squeezing us. Little does he know, there’s not enough money in the world to settle the tension between us at the moment. Offer a contract but in the same breath attack the integrity of the very man you’re trying to re-sign? Not a smart move. Chris Madison has handily defeated everyone put in front of him except for Jason Cashe. A decision that was agreed upon mutually because Chris wasn’t about to become Perry Wallace’s means of punishment. Cashe fucked over team 4CW. Perry thought he’d be slick and put him against his closest ally as a punishment. Things didn’t got his way and now he’s salty as fuck! So much so that he’s trying to downgrade the level of talent Chris has faced over the last year; his own roster! I think the people that watch this sport are smart enough to realize that we’re not the ones booking the match, he is. He’s the one that has picked every last one of Chris’s opponents. He’s the one who refused to give Chris a shot at the 4CW Championship and threw is a bone by giving him a Pride Championship match against Jett Wilder instead.”

HARTMAN: “Tonight, Chris will undoubtedly face one of his tougher opponents in 4CW as he defends the 4CW Pride Championship against Brian Hollywood…”

Hartman’s eyes shift off screen and Chris Madison stiffens up, taking a step forward. As if on cue, Brian Hollywood appears as a small, slow set of clapping can be heard off camera before Brian Hollywood and Aamon are in view and Hollywood is closing the space between Madison and himself.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Wow that was a very touching speech Frankie, but when will you ever figure it out that it just isn’t about you anymore? Actually, come to think of it, it was never about you to begin with.”

The tensions were already high tonight as Hollywood smiles, meanwhile, as Morrison gives Hollywood the cold stern look of carelessness. Hollywood doesn’t stop there, though, as he firmly turns his attention to Madison himself.

HOLLYWOOD: ”When will it ever occur to you, Chris, that this walking piece of shit you stand behind constantly, isn’t worth shit? Sure, he does your talking, he does your bookings, but if you could see how much this guy is poison, it wouldn’t take long for you to warm up to my beliefs.”

There was a slight pause, however, as it didn’t look like Hollywood was done. He held up his hand in front of Madison, almost pointing his finger as there was one last thing he had to say as Madison starts to look impatient. Hollywood briefly looks back at Aamon and smiles almost like he’s got something up his sleeve before turning back to Madison.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Is this the part where I’m supposed to talk to you, Chris, or Frankie because I just don’t know which one of you is the Pride Champion!”

And that’s all it took as Madison had had enough as he finally steps right up to Hollywood’s face as Hollywood isn’t showing any look of fear, in fact, has a deranged smile crosses his face. Madison, on the other hand, looks dead into Hollywood’s eyes as an apparent chord had been tugged on and everyone in the Scottrade were feeling it.

MADISON: ”I get that Frankie is an easy target, but do yourself a favor Hollywood, tread lightly.”

Chris grinds his teeth and snarls as he stares eye to eye with Brian Hollywood.

MADISON: ”Tonight has been a long time coming. Do yourself a favor; bite your tongue for once in your life before you give me more reasons to obliterate you in front of these people tonight!

Hollywood appears to be about to say something, but all of a sudden, stops himself in his tracks. A short pause commences before a sly, vindictive smile comes across the face of Hollywood as he points his finger out towards Madison.

HOLLYWOOD: ”I see what you’re trying to do, Madison, and that shit isn’t going to work on me. Now to some other people who are easily butthurt, see social media for more details on that one, I’m too smart for my own good. Frankie may be an easy target, but the target painted on your back is too big to ignore. You’re right, tonight has been a long time coming and what happens in that ring will be what’s been a long time coming in 4CW and that’s you losing everything in that ring. If you haven’t noticed, Madison, it’s kind of what I’ve been doing lately and that’s taking pride in taking everything, literally, away from people.”

An ominous feeling comes over the area and Aamon actually takes a step forward but Hollywood holds up his hand, backing away the mysterious Order member. Hollywood shifts his eyes momentarily towards Frankie, who seems to be engulfed by his client’s words, before Hollywood turns back towards Madison.

HOLLYWOOD: ”This is a legendary night in the making and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. But yet I can’t help but to think what happens to you after our business out in that ring tonight. I’ve given this a lot of thought and when I move in for the kill and take literally everything away from you, including the Pride Championship and your undefeated streak, just what exactly is left for Chris Madison? What does he become? I know this match has given you a sense of the chills because there’s not only a sense of the past involved here, but a nice flavor of irony. Everything that you’ve built for yourself here in 4CW over the last year, everything you’ve worked so hard to become and erase that joke of the Chris Madison of APW, will be for NOTHING after I remind you who you’ve ALWAYS and will always be! The oil that makes your machine run, it’s running out, Madison, and all that I’m going to find under that machine, after I tear it all down, is the same scared and broken down little Chris Madison that never left APW!”

MADISON: “You’ve really lost it, haven’t you? Joke of APW? How successful was your run there? Cause I seem to remember winning the APW Overdrive after being there only a few months. I’m not going to discredit what you’ve done as of late. But don’t be a fool and ignore what I’ve done over the last thirteen and a half months. You’re falling into the same trap that everyone else does. If defeating me was so simple, it would have happened. That guy that you remember from APW, he has evolved into a war machine that will not accept failure. You can try to take my streak, MY 4CW Pride Championship; but you could also die trying! One wrong step and it’s career suicide!”

Hollywood’s cold, dark eyes, once again locks over in Frankie’s direction, but he doesn’t draw too much attention in that endeavor as Hollywood now stares coldly into Madison’s eyes. There was a small amount of silence and there weren’t any words that were spoken. It was just a stare down, one that didn’t point to any form of spoilers of where it was going to end up. This moment between Madison and Hollywood, intense as it may be, was allowed to be given the feeling of such big occasion that this match between these two was about to go down, deserved. Finally, Hollywood let’s out a small, but fainting devilish laugh as he attempts to lighten the mounting tension between these two men.

HOLLYWOOD: ”In the end, aren’t we a big bunch of jokesters? We all desire the spotlight, the fame, the notoriety in our own respects. The biggest difference between you and I though, Madison, is that I’m not trying to fool anyone. I won’t stand here and try and discredit what you’ve done the last thirteen and a half months, Madison. That’s damn impressive, even someone with my caliber of respect. My respect is hard earned, and I don’t give it out lightly. You have earned my respect, despite the incompetent motherfucker that runs this place. You have my word, I will be dealing with him in due time. On that same token, though, do not mistaken my respect for safety. You and I have history that must be settled and I promise you it will be settled.”

A lighter feeling, briefly at that, comes over the scene as Hollywood and Morrison continue to not take their eyes off the other. However, once again, Hollywood’s eyes mysteriously shift to the right and briefly towards Frankie who is not aware Hollywood has now eyed him personally the last several minutes. One last time, Hollywood’s attention turns back to Madison before Hollywood just starts to bust out with near uncontrollable laughter. This behavior takes both Madison and Frankie off guard before Hollywood finally gets himself under control, at least long enough to say something more to Madison.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Oh dear, you must forgive me. Sometimes my laughter is mistaken for insanity but in all sense of the meaning, it actually means something completely different. Do you really want to know what makes me different from you, Madison? Do you really want to know what has made me stand out after all this time? Are you curious to know what the biggest flaw of Chris Madison really is? I’m in a generous mood, and if you ask me nicely, I will gladly tell you what it is. So how about it? What do you say? Would you like to know? Huh? Huh?!”

Madison squints as Hollywood goads him into asking the question he’s looking for. Madison smirks as he shakes his head.

MADISON: “On the possible amusement factor alone, I can’t pass this one up; so I’ll bite. What’s my biggest flaw Hollywood? Please, enlighten me.”

As Madison has now given Hollywood exactly what he wanted, Hollywood just stands there in silence and smiles methodically towards Madison as the seemingly never ending awaited punchline looms. Finally, Hollywood responds with only one word.

HOLLYWOOD: ”You…”

Madison cocks his head back absolutely confused as to what Hollywood was talking about. It didn’t sound like it made any sense, which was a stretch in the sense that this was Hollywood we were talking about, but it wasn’t long until clarity was revealed. Hollywood’s eyes finally drift away from Madison’s and shift heavily towards Frankie before Hollywood’s eyes widen greatly before Hollywood takes a step forward and blindsides Frankie Morrison with a strong right hook, taking him off guard and knocking him to the ground. This takes Madison completely off guard as his sudden worry for Frankie kicks in as Hollywood takes advantage of the wildly off Madison. Hollywood starts to unload on Madison before Aamon all of a sudden gets involved as we now have a two on one assault on Madison.

Hollywood and Aamon mercilessly continue this beatdown on Madison before security flies on the scene to immediately restore order in the backstage halls of the Scottrade Center. As security gets a firmer handle on things, this doesn’t stop Hollywood from dropping down to Madison’s level before whispering one final thing.

HOLLYWOOD: ”It was always him!”

Hollywood starts to laugh methodically and coldly before looking down at a downed Madison and Morrison before shaking his head and turning around and leaving the area as Aamon follows closely behind.

UNDERCARD
GROUP A ROUND 1
THE ASSHOLE ANTAGONISTS VS. GENEVIE & ELIJAH CARLSON

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

Cue the lights in the arena starting to fade and flicker out, while a spotlight appears on the stage.

“Woahh Wa-ohhh, Wa-ohhh-ohh-ohh,

Woahh Wa-ohhh, Wa-ohhh-ohh-ohh!”

POWERS: “Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four-hundred and fifty pounds… Adrian Tanner Jr. and Johnny Evil… A.A The ASSHOLE AANNTTAAGGOONNIISSTTSS!!!”

After the chanting, the opening trumpets of “Everyone Else is an Asshole” by Reel Big Fish kick in, the arena lights still flickering while the spotlight begins to strobe around the stage. Adrian Tanner Junior and Johnny Evil appear on the stage: Adrian with his ring jacket hood up obscuring his face and Johnny with a red Thomas The Train shirt with the word “DOUBT” written underneath the picture, and red, black and white tights. Johnny looks around for a moment, before stepping over to one side of the stage and pointing outward with his finger into the audience. Johnny makes his way to the other side of the stage and does the same thing. He then paces and begins to hop around a bit and hype up the crowd.

“I tried to be nice

I tried to live my life

But everyone else is an asshole”

At “Asshole” Adrian throws his arms out and fireworks explode from the stage. Both men grin before Johnny starts his jog down the entrance ramp. Adrian following behind him, slapping hands with some fans here and there.

“I tried to forgive

I tried to live and let live

But everyone else is an asshole”

Once Johnny makes his way to the ringside area, he slides through the bottom rope and then hops to his feet. He begins a pace around the ring before ascending the ropes. Adrian slides in from the other side of the ring, climbing the opposite side of the ropes of his partner. He makes a ‘gun’ motion with his hand and ‘fires,’ then jumps down. Johnny begins talking and hyping up the audience as he lifts his arms into the air and sways them up and down. As the music music dies down and the lights return to their normal state, they both hop off the ropes and get ready for his match.

POWERS: “And the opponents!”

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.

POWERS: “Ladies and Gentlemen coming to the ring weighing in at One Hundred and Thirty Five pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, she is The Boston Genie… GGEENNEEVVIIEE!!!”

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.

”I don’t drink brass monkey, like the beat funky

Nickname Eazy E yo’ 8-ball junkie.

Bass drum kickin to show my shit

Rappin holdin’ my dick, boy I don’t quit”

“8-ball” by N.W.A. continues to blare over the speakers as Elijah Carlson emerges from the backstage area wearing a pair of black wrestling tights with his name in red lettering across the back and a leather jacket covering his upper body. Draped over his shoulder is the Primetime Championship that once belonged to the Uprising brand of Four Corners Wrestling.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall! He is ‘The Crown Prince’, ELIJAH CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”

Boo’s reign down from the heavens and throughout the arena as the crowd expresses their displeasure with him and his willingness to “sell out” to the King and Queen of 4CW. Halfway down the ramp he reaches out to high five a kid but just as the kid is about to slap his hand back Eli pulls his hand away and laughs right in the childs face. He struts the rest of the way down the ramp and then rolls himself into the ring, standing up with his arms extended out wide and a smile that said he was his own biggest fan.

”See a big ass and I say word

I took a look at the face and the bitch was to the curb

Bitch on the tip for the title i’m holdin’

Eazy E’s fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin’”

Calmly Eli circles the ring and everyone in it, his eyes never once leaving anyone else, before moving to his own corner as the referee directed him.

JOHNSON: “Coming up is our third match in this tag team tournament. We have the team of The Asshole Antagonists taking on the always fussing team of Genevie and Elijah Carlson.”

VASSA: “They may argue all the time but in the end, they make up and do it all over again.”

JOHNSON: “They’ll be representing the ‘Royal Family’ first here tonight against an odd pairing if I do say so.”

VASSA: “Both Johnny and Adrian have made big splashes since debuting in 4CW. This team may seem a bit random but these two newbies to 4CW have the momentum in their favor.”

JOHNSON: “Genie has been off to a rocky start since moving over to Adrenaline, but Eli has been on a roll.”

VASSA: “He has, and doing it while injured! I swear, this kid needs to take a break and just heal.”

JOHNSON: “Rib injuries are no joke, but he refuses to sit on the sidelines.”

VASSA: “You think maybe the pressure of being backed by Perry and Kaysie is weighing in on him?”

JOHNSON: “That could be a reason, but then again, kids these day think they’re invincible.”

In one corner, Adrian and Evil discuss plans for a few moments before Evil steps through the ropes, leaving Adrian to start things off. Across the ring, Eli and Genie chat things up before Eli points to the outside apron. Stubborn, Genie refuses to exit the ring and points for Eli to step out onto the apron. The two then bicker back and forth for a few moments before Genie finally brushes past Eli and steps through the ropes. Scratching his head, Eli then turns to the official and gives him the thumbs up. The official then checks in with Adrian who points at him with his hand imitating a gun and fires a shot, giving the signal that he’s ready. With both teams locks and loaded, the official then signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Locking their sights on one another, Eli and Adrian slowly approach the center of the ring before stopping face to face. After a short stare between the two, they then begin circling one another. Shooting in for Adrian’s leg, Eli comes up short as Adrian hops back and then slams him over the back with a double axe handle, knocking him down to his stomach. Keeping Eli down, Adrian then slams two forearms across his back. Stepping to the side of Eli, Adrian kicks him in the stomach, lifting him off all fours and flipping him over to his back. Grabbing ahold of Eli, Adrian pulls him up to his feet before locking up with him.

Using his slight size advantage, Adrian pushes Eli backwards until pressing his back against the ropes. Pulling Eli’s body down, Adrian kicks his leg up, driving his knee into Eli’s ribs. A loud sigh escapes Eli’s mouth after the knee to the ribs. Standing Eli straight up, Adrian pushes him back against the ropes with one hand. In an instant, Adrian slaps Eli across the chest with a knife-edge chop, cutting through the sounds of the crowd as his hand slaps across Eli’s chest. Locking onto Eli’s wrist, Adrian pulls him away from the ropes and goes to throw him towards the set on the opposite side of the ring. Just before Adrian can release, Eli reverses and whips Adrian to the ropes instead. As Adrian hits the ropes and comes back on the rebound, Eli takes off towards him and meets him in the center of the ring with a running knee to the stomach, flipping Adrian off his feet and over to his back.

JOHNSON: “Eli got off to a bumpy start but has turned things around with that reversal.”

VASSA: “Adrian has him right where he needed him, up against the ropes with nowhere to go! All he had to do was focus on those ribs of Eli’s and he could have done some serious damage.”

JOHNSON: “Unfortunately for him, that’s a lot easier said than done!”

Pulling Eli up to his feet, Eli squares him up before clocking him in the mouth with a stiff right hand. As Adrian shakes his head, Eli then turns his attack to Adrian’s legs with swift kicks to the thighs. Wobbling back and forth but still on his feet, Adrian takes a swing for Eli’s head but comes up short as Eli ducks underneath and counters with a strike to the side of his neck. Stepping in beside Adrian, Eli then grabs ahold of him before dropping him to his back with a Russian leg sweep.

Rolling over on top of Adrian, Eli draws back before swinging forward with a right hand aimed for Adrian’s face. Reaching up with both hands, Adrian locks onto Eli’s arm as his fist stops just inches above his face, Rolling over to his side, Adrian pushes Eli away, freeing himself, before the two race to get to their feet. On his feet first, Adrian closes in on Eli with a lifting knee attack, planting it right under Eli’s chin and sending him over to his back. Grabbing onto Eli’s arm, Adrian then pulls him up to his feet but before he knows it, Eli grabs onto his wrist and turns his body, pulling Adrian over his back and flipping him over to the mat.

Adrian quickly pushes himself up to one knee but before he can stand to his feet, Eli stomps on his hand and then follows up with a kick to the side of the shoulder, putting him back down on the mat. Bouncing back and forth, Eli loosens up a bit before moving in and pulling Adrian up from the mat. Just as Adrian stands, he rolls around Eli’s body and positions himself behind him. Hitting Eli in the back of the head, Adrian then grabs his shoulder and spins him around before greeting him with a kick to the stomach. Grabbing onto Eli’s wrist, Adrian then goes to throw him to his corner where his partner Evil waits along the apron.

Reversing the whip, Eli sends Adrian running to the corner instead and as Adrian crashes against the turnbuckle, Adrian charges at him full speed. Closing in on Adrian, Eli goes for a clothesline but Adrian steps out of the corner and trips him up with a drop toe hold. Coming down face first against the middle turnbuckle, Eli’s head slams against it with force. Popping back to his feet with a kip-up, Adrian then grabs onto the top ropes with both hands and leaps straight into the air. Using the ropes to pull himself down even harder, Adrian slams both feet onto Eli’s back with a double foot stomp.

VASSA: “Eli’s ribs are going to feel that!”

JOHNSON: “This has been some fast paced back and forth action between the two but that move right there may slow things down quite a bit for Eli.”

VASSA: “And there’s the tag!”

Slapping hands, Adrian and Evil make the tag. Pulling Eli up to his feet, Adrian then wraps him up and lifts him into the air as Evil climbs the corner. Once at the top, he looks ahead at Eli being held in the air by Adrian and then leaps away from the corner. Sticking his feet out in front of him, Evil curls his legs before kicking then straight out, planting both feet into Eli’s midsection with a dropkick. As Eli’s body falls to the mat, Adrian then looks down to him by his feet and chuckles before slapping hands with Evil and stepping through the ropes onto the apron.

JOHNSON: “It seems these two are focusing on the obvious tonight.”

VASSA: “Of course they are! Eli puts himself in danger each time he steps into that ring with this injury. Doing so only exposes himself to further injury.”

JOHNSON: “Adrian and Johnny sure are using it to their advantage.”

Pulling Eli up from the mat, Johnny drags him to the center of the ring and then lifts him off his feet. Looking to Genie with a smile on his face, Evil then drops down to one knee and slams Eli across his other with a backbreaker. Rolling Eli off his knee, Evil then stands tall and points to Genie as she looks on with a look of concern in her eye for Eli. On the mat, Eli holds his side, feeling the pain settle in his injured ribs. Hopping over Eli, Evil takes off for the ropes and as his back presses against them, he pops his hand up and connects with a slap to the side of Genie’s face. Coming back on the rebound, Evil then leaps forward and hits Eli with a running senton. Rolling up to a seated position, Evil then rolls back over and makes the cover as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Racing over, Genie breaks up the pin with a kick to Evil’s forehead, knocking him off of Eli. Vaulting himself over the top rope, Adrian enters the ring and heads straight for Genie. Spinning around in a flash, Genie connects with a roundhouse kick to Adrian’s head as he closes in, sending him down to the mat and rolling across the ring. As Adrian stops in front of the ropes, Genie runs in his direction and leaps into the air. Grabbing onto the top rope, she uses it to swing downward, kicking her legs straight and planting both feet into Adrian’s back, knocking him underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. Rushing over, the official stands beside genie, yelling for her to exit the ring before starting the five count.

“One! … Two!”

As Johnny pushes himself up to one knee, Genie then charges in his direction and nearly takes his head off with a sliding clothesline.

“Three!”

Back on her feet, Genie then heads for the corner before exiting the ring.

VASSA: “You tell ’em girl! Don’t let those guys mess with your man!”

JOHNSON: “And just like that Genie has cleaned house. Now all Eli has to do is get up and make the tag and get a fresh body in this match.”

VASSA: “About as fresh as one can be after fifty-whatever!”

JOHNSON: “That’s just wrong.”

Cheering from the apron, Genie yells for Eli to get back to his feet. Hearing her voice, he looks up before crawling towards the corner. Making it up to his feet, Eli lunges forward as Genie reaches over the top rope, making the tag!

VASSA: “There’s your ‘fresh’ body, Steve!”

Running over to Evil, Genie grabs ahold of him before he can push himself up. Lifting him into the air, Genie hits him with an inverted atomic drop. As Johnny stands straight up, holding his crotch, Genie turns to the ropes behind her and takes off. Hitting the ropes and coming back with speed, she hits him with a clothesline, but doesn’t put him down. Johnny instead wobbles back and forth, off balance, and Genie turns to the ropes once more. Coming back with even more speed, Genie hits him with another running clothesline, and again, Evil remains on his feet. Frustrated, Genie turns to the ropes for a third time and takes off in their direction, As she comes back on the rebound, she leaps forward and grabs onto Evil’s head with both hands. Whipping her body around and turning Evil a complete one-eighty, she pulls his head down to the mat and drives his face into it with a facebuster.

JOHNSON: “She was going to put him down one way or another.”

VASSA: “After two clotheslines and not putting him down, I could see the anger in her eyes. She let Evil have it with that one-eighty facebuster.”

JOHNSON: “Talk about determination!”

Rolling Evil over to his back, Genie then makes the cover as the official drops down with the count.

ONE

Entering through the ropes, Adrian then takes off in their direction.

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TWO

Leaping into the air, Adrian rotates his body and comes down with his elbow aimed for Genie.

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THR–

Rolling out of the way, Genie exposes Evil’s body as Adrian comes down and lands an elbow drop right across his throat.

VASSA: “Wrong person!”

JOHNSON: “It’s like Genie had eyes in the back of her head!”

VASSA: “She set Adrian up nicely right there.”

As Adrian rises to his feet, looking down at the damage done, the official closes in on him and backs him across the ring towards his corner. Barking for Adrian to exit the ring, the official stands in his way, leaving him no choice but to do so. Pulling Evil to his feet, Genie then draws back and swings with all of her might, connecting with a haymaker that sends Evil rolling across the ring. Popping up in a daze, Evil keeps his head down, giving Genie the opportunity to close in unexpected. Kicking her leg up from the mat, she lays her foot across the side of Evil’s shoulder. She then kicks her other leg up and kicks him across the opposite shoulder.

In a split second window, Evil quickly rises to his feet but as he does, Genie lifts her leg up even higher and plants her foot into his chest, kicking him as hard as she can and sending him stumbling backwards across the ring. Slamming into his corner, Evil stretches his arms across the top ropes to hold himself up as Genie runs at him full speed. Slapping Evil over the shoulder, Adrian forces the tag and then locks onto the top rope with both hands, vaulting himself up and over. Flying through the air, he catches Genie off guard as she closes in with a flying forearm smash to the face, leveling her.

JOHNSON: “Adrian is the legal man folks and Genie couldn’t do anything to prevent that!”

VASSA: “Wrong place, wrong time, and she knocked Johnny into the wrong corner!”

Preventing the official from even beginning to count, Evil quickly exits the ring as Adrian pulls Genie up to her feet. Locking onto her wrist, he throws her into the corner close by, slamming her chest first against it. Moving quickly, Adrian lifts Genie up and drapes her over the top of the corner before climbing over her and making his way to the top. Looking down to Evil, Adrian then points at him before winking. Reaching down and wrapping Genie up around the waist, Adrian holds her for a moment as Evil enters the ring once again. Lifting Genie into the air, high above the ring, Adrian then slams her down with a powerbomb and as he does, Evil grabs onto her head and connects with a neckbreaker as well.

VASSA: “And another one!”

JOHNSON: “They like to call that little number The Rapture.”

VASSA: “The Rapture is here!”

Hooking Genie’s leg and rolling across her body, Adrian makes the cover as the official drops down beside them with the count.

ONE

Dipping through the ropes, Eli races in their direction as Evil gets back to his feet.

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TWO

As Eli closes in, Evil lunges forward and spears him, head first in the ribcage, tackling him to the ground.

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “Johnny Evil and Adrian Tanner Junior win it!”

JOHNSON: “The Asshole Antagonists advance to the next round!”

Pushing himself away from Eli, Evil looks down at him with a smirk on his face. Holding his side and unable to get to his feet, Eli moans loudly from the shot to the injured ribs. Standing to his feet, Adrian steps over Genie and makes his way to the center of the ring where he meets Evil to celebrate. “Everyone Is An Asshole” then hits the speakers as the official steps in between them to raise their arms into the air.

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

POWERS: “Here are your winners, Johnny Evil and Adrian Tanner Junior… THE ASSHOLE AANNTTAAGGOONNIISSTTSS!!!”

As the two celebrate their first win together as a team, Eli slowly crawls over to Genie, fighting through the pain as he drags himself. Checking in with her, he lowers his head and rests it across her body as he holds her closely. Turning to see it for themselves, Adrian and Johnny share a laugh before slapping hands and carrying on with the celebration.

The scene opens up to show Lyza Reyes, Ultra Awesome Dope Bitch, standing in the parking lot of the venue. Despite the heat of St. Louis, Lyza is wearing a shady trench coat and sunglasses into the night. It’s evident she’s waiting for someone.

Just like that, on cue with the mention of a certain someone, a car comes onto the lot and parks soppily in a convenient spot right near Lyza, who filches slightly at the reckless behavior of the vehicle. She keeps her cool, though, because Lyza is just a cool chick. What do you think the trench coat and sunglasses are for? To show just how cool she is. Duh.

The driver of the car, some beaten down piece of shit vehicle that probably didn’t belong to her, her being Persephone, yeah, she steps out of the car. Weirdly, she seems completely sober.

MARQUIS: “O shit waddup!”

REYES: “Konnichiwa!”

MARQUIS: “Didn’t learn any Japanese over there, unless you wanna talk dirty.”

REYES: “I’m good.”

Despite the greeting, they are deadly serious about this meeting. These two women will be facing off for the Fate Title, at some point, whenever Perry Wallace decides to book it. Honestly, with all the titles in 4CW already, perhaps he has forgotten about the Fate Championship. Whatever. Not important right now. What is important, is how Lyza motions for Marquis to follow.

A few steps and they make it to a van. One of those white Halfway House vans, you know the ones. Lyza goes to open the back, but hesitates for a moment.

REYES: “No one followed you, right?”

Marquis furrows her eyebrows in confusion, looking straight into the camera before looking back at Lyza. She points at the lens.

MARQUIS: “We’re on camera right now.”

Lyza rolls her eyes and sighs in annoyance.

REYES: “I’m talking about people, people. I can’t have just anyone seeing this, you know? On camera, I could just deny. CGI is in right now, homie. Refer to CNN using green-screens to make it seem as though their reporter is in front of a warzone.”

MARQUIS: “Wait, not just anyone? So, you trust me?”

REYES: “You’re a customer, so I have to trust you won’t snitch to an extent.”

MARQUIS: “No one followed me, so chill and show me what you’re working with.”

Lyza waits a moment before shrugging and opening up the back. Here’s a little hidden, hinted at secret about Lyza Reyes. She has an etsy shop and she makes some cool ass shit. Persephone, being as basic as bitches come, just had to order some stuff.

About two thousand dollars’ worth of stuff.

To go through some of what Persephone bought, we’re talking about 20 ULTRA Balls (bath bombs resembling the exact thing they’re named after, with random Pokémon figurines in the middle to be revealed after everything has sizzled away), 5 handmade Alien charms (which are compatible with Pandora bracelets), an Anthony Hopkins nightlight, 3 Ernest Hemingway Lighter Holders that audibly groan whenever you open them and, ending the list of shit here to keep things going, one “Chris Madison” candle.

Which is the last thing Lyza hands Persephone in a small box.

REYES: “Why did you want that candle again?”

MARQUIS: “Light it up next time Cashe and I fuck because he’s on an undefeated streak of making me cum first, ya feel?”

REYES: “Sorry I asked.”

Despite the awkwardness, Lyza helps Marquis load the boxes of shit into her vehicle, or whoever’s vehicle it was. Marquis sighs loudly before turning to Lyza, shooting her with some finger guns before saying.

MARQUIS: “Payment went through, right?”

REYES: “Yeah, but I made you a little something. A freebee for being such a great customer.”

Lyza opens the left side of her trench and pulls out a small, Fate Championship replica encased in a glass coaster. Marquis accepts it with large eyes and a smile.

MARQUIS: “Wow, thanks!”

REYES: “Yeah, just a little something to remind you of what you lost when you drink yourself to a stupor after our match.”

MARQUIS: “Okay, geez, that’s dark. It’s really cute, though. Keep this up, by the way. You have an eye for it and it’s something awesome to fall back on when I beat your ass so bad you’ll be unfit to compete.”

REYES: “Yeah, not going to happen.”

MARQUIS: “And you’re not going to take my title, but thanks anyway. Be easy? Or should I say, be esty?”

Marquis puts out her fist for a pound and Lyza gives it to her without much thought.

REYES: “Alright, I’ll check you out. You gonna watch the matches?”

MARQUIS: “Yeah, buddy. You go ahead and be, uh, shady in your adorable outfit.”

REYES: “Thanks, I will.”

Lyza attempts to nonchalantly leave the situation, but Marquis, breaking out into a grin, yells “LYZA HAS AN ETSY!” making the contender look around nervously and break into a sprint to her shady van. She didn’t need to sprint, but she did anyway. Dramatics, you know how it goes when you jump through the window of your own car.

Marquis laughs and locks the door of her car, with the keys that say “Charlie” on the chain before she walks toward the arena as the scene fades.

UNDERCARD
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
GROUP B ROUND 1

HIGH AND MIGHTY VS. ASCENDED SUPREMACY ©

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Tag Team Championships!”

Suddenly, the arena goes dark.

D1

The lights come up as “Blow It Out” by Ludacris blasts throughout the arena. The crowd showers down boos as Keith Daniels steps out onto the stage. He beckons the crowd to boo louder and grins. He smirks and proceeds down the ramp.

POWERS: “Introducing first, now residing in Orlando, FL, he stands six feet ten inches tall and weighs in at three-hundred and forty six pounds… He is ‘The Dangerous One’… KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!”

On his way, he sees a fan in the front row holding a sign that says “KEITH DANIELS IS BETTER THAN YOU” and grabs the sign from him. He holds it up and turns for everyone to see it, only provoking more boos. He then rips the sign in half and tosses it back to the fan before running to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope with surprising agility considering his size. He then stands and climbs a turnbuckle before putting his hand up inviting the crowd to admire him. He steps down and leans against the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: “Well Keith Daniels may have lost a partner last week, but in doing so he gained one as well!”

VASSA: “Yeah, a crazy ass one!”

The lights start to strobe between blue and red as ”Karate” by Babymetal kicks up. Sativa walks out from the back with her handy baseball bat draped across her shoulders. She side steps across the stage playing to the fans and having them boo her in return.

POWERS: “And his partner, hailing from Los Angeles, California, Standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, the Deranged Duchess of Wrestling, SAAAAATIIIIVVVVAAAAA NEEEEEVAAAAAEEEEEEHHHH!!!!”

Sativa is followed by Eric Lee. The pair make their way to the ring amid the boos and jeers from the crowd. Sativa skips carefree, smiling the entire way. One fan, leaning over the guardrail, starts jeering at her, trying to get in her face. She pauses for a moment and tilts her head to the side, starring at the fan. She then bursts into laughter in their face and continues to the ring.

She climbs up onto the apron, kneeling in front of the ropes, the bat resting on her outer shoulder. She looks out around the crowd before seductively laying down and rolling into the ring. She pops up to her feet and skips around the ring, pointing out into the crowd and laughing occasionally.

VASSA: “There she is, Johnson… The Deranged Duchess Of Wrestling!”

JOHNSON: “Deranged is right!!”

“(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)

(Freedom)”

The husband and wife duo of Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson make their way out on stage slowly. They stand tall on stage soaking in the boo’s and hatred from the crowd while holding their arms high into the air triumphantly with the 4CW Tag Team Championships strapped proudly around their waists.

“Let me tell you, I’m vicious

Not pass-aggressive

I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I get it

And I’m a savage

It’s automatic

I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static”

POWERS: “They are Wrestling’s only true Royalty… Jason P. and Tara Davidsonnnnn… they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions… ASCENDED SUPREMACY!!!”

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

“Cause victory is all you need

So cultivate and plant the seed

Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten”

Tara makes her way up the steel ring steps as Jason hops up to the ring apron. Tara strides along the ring apron as Jason leans down and holds the ropes open. The camera pans around and watches closely as Tara bends over as she steps through the ropes and enters the ring.

“I’m gonna make it rain, so ring the bell

I know it all too well

Switchblade on the edge of your wrist

Can I get a witness? (Witness)

Cause agony brings no reward

For one more hit and one last score

Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord”

Jason and Tara go to opposite corners and climb the turnbuckle while unstrapping the 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.

JOHNSON: “Well, the champions look just as ready for this tournament as the champions! This is going to be good!!”

VASSA: “You bet Sativa Nevaeh and Tara Davidson’s sweet asses it is!!”

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

At the opening bell, Sativa and Tara tie-up. Sativa quickly gets the upper hand by hitting a snapmare takedown and locking in a chin lock. Sativa starts giggling as she begins tightening the lock as Tara Davidson tries fighting out. Before she can Sativa stands up and drives an elbow into Tara’s shoulder before applying the chin lock again. Sativa quickly hops up and drives another elbow down into the same shoulder. She skips away and does a lap around the ring as Tara starts a climb to her feet. She stands and Sativa grabs her wrist, Irish whipping her against the ropes. One the rebound, Sativa tries a clothesline, but Tara ducks under and springs off the other side of the ring ropes. Tara gets in range and goes for a drop-kick, but Sativa swats her away, causing her to hit the canvas. Sativa looks over to Ascended Supremacy’s corner at this moment and blows JPD a kiss, causing him to get fired up.

JOHNSON: “The Deranged Duchess is mocking our current tag team champions, right now.”

VASSA: “Of course, did you expect anything less? She’s a crazy bitch with issues!! She better be careful, Ascended Supremacy aren’t just the champions by default, they’re a great tag team!!!”

Sativa reaches down and grabs Tara Davidson by the hair. As she tries to pull her to her feet, Tara grabs Sativa behind the neck and drops down with a sitout jawbreaker. With Sativa staggering backward, Tara rolls to her feet and rushes forward connecting a clothesline which levels her. Tara keeps momentum on her side and runs to the ropes, bouncing off and coming back, delivering a leg drop across Sativa’s throat. At this point, Tara looks over at a hyped up Jace and does a slow confident walk to her corner to make the tag.

VASSA : “Here comes Jason Davidson, things are about to get interesting than Jason Cashe trying to eat corn directly off the cob!”

JOHNSON: “That one wasn’t that funny Vassa, we all know that’s nearly impossible for Cashe to do…”

JPD comes in as Sativa is standing to her feet. He fires a knee into her ribs before tossing her into the corner. JPD rushes forward and drives a knee into her ribs, keeping her propped up against the turnbuckle pads. At this point he begins to fire a couple shots into Sativa’s ribs before hip tossing her out of the corner onto the canvas. JPD looks over at Keith Daniels with an arrogant smirk as he paces over to Sativa and lifts her up. She tries to fire a blow to JPD’s chin, but JPD blocks it and delivers an elbow into her back. Sativa drops to a knee, giving Jace time to step back and rush forward connecting a knee to the side of her face.

JOHNSON: “JPD is turning it up in there, he totally just started taking this match over for Ascended Supremacy!!”

VASSA: “My man Jace, it’s about time for him to show Sativa and Daniels who the real king and queen of this tag team division are!!!”

Jace grabs Sativa by the back of the neck, aggressively lifting her to standing position. He fires a kick into her ribs, buckling her forward. After hitting a butterfly ddt, JPD lifts Sativa to her feet and whips her against the ropes where Keith Daniels tags her on the back as she bounces off. JPD tries to hit a superkick, but Sativa ducks under and slides out of the other side of the ring. Daniels rushes forward and tries to hit a shoulder block on JPD, only to have it scouted and get laid out with a spinebuster. At this point, JPD goes for the pin.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Near fall off the spine-buster, Keith Daniels kicks out!!”

Following the kick-out, Jace lifts himself off of Keith Daniels and begins to fire a couple shots into his forehead, before lifting Daniels up as he stands. He tosses Daniels into the corner and doesn’t let up as he delivers a couple chops to Keith’s chest in the corner. JPD reaches out and tags Tara in, allowing Tara to come into the match and begin driving a couple elbows into a cornered Keith Daniels. Tara takes a step back and charges forward again trying to connect a knee to Daniel’s ribs. Daniel’s spins out of the corner just in time causing Tara Davidson to smash into the ring post. She stumbles back and Keith is ready, locking her up by the waist and hitting a German suplex. Daniel’s rolls through and keeps it locked in, coming to a stand and delivering a second German suplex. Keith bridges this time for a pin attempt.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Strong kick out from the current king of the tag team division!!”

After Tara Davidson kicks out, Daniel’s rolls over to Sativa who is screaming for a tag. Keith makes the tag and Sativa quickly rushes into the ring with a running knee lift to Tara Davidson, stopping her from making a tag to JPD. As Tara rolls onto her back, Sativa drops down and begins to bite her forehead, causing the official to break it up. Sativa lets out a wild laugh and stands. She reaches down and picks up Tara Davidson, kicking her in her belly and executing a scoop slam, followed by a double foot stomp. As Tara rolls around on the mat in pain, Sativa waves at JPD. Jace gets angry and tries to enter the ring. This causes the official to attempt to hold him back, allowing Sativa to reach down and begin choking Tara a bit before lifting her to standing position.

VASSA: “Sativa getting down and dirty, I love it when Sativa gets down and dirty!!”

JOHNSON: “Focus on the match, Vassa!”

Sativa hooks Tara in a Northern Lights suplex, only to have Tara catch a second wind and fight her way out of. Tara stumbles back as Sativa tries to stay aggressive, rushing forward, but gets caught with a drop toe hold. Now that Sativa is down, Tara begins gripping into the mat and making a crawl to her corner. Sativa crawls after her and grabs at Tara’s leg. Tara pulls herself to a stand and keeps her balance before hitting an enziguri to break Sativa’s grip. Tara crawls a bit more and climbs to a knee, lunging forward and making a hot-tag to JPD. Jace comes in fired up as Sativa stands and hits her with a roaring-elbow. He reaches down and pulls her back to her feet, grabbing her arm and lifting her onto his shoulders, dropping her back with a Samoan drop. JPD keeps his back laid on top of her and hooks the leg to try and catch the win.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Sativa won’t stay down in this match, not with the stakes so high!! It’s more then just pride tonight!!!”

In disbelief, JPD climbs to a knee and argues with the official before standing and lifting Sativa to her feet as well. Sativa scouts it and makes a desperate eye rake to JPD, causing him to stagger. She rushes forward and JPD tries to keep the momentum in his favor with a clothesline. Sativa ducks under JPD’s arm and reaches back grabbing his neck and hitting a neckbreaker. Both Sativa and Jace lay on the mat for a moment before attempting a stand. As they stand, Sativa fires a right hand, blocked by JPD. He returns fire with a left, but Sativa ducks under and hooks him in a Northen Lights Suplex. Sativa drives sends him down to the canvas and bridges the suplex for a pin.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Close, but no cigars!!”

VASSA: “Did someone say cigars??”

Sativa starts a crawl to the corner and reaches up as Daniels stretches his hand out and gets the tag. As Daniels comes in Jace stands and gets caught with an atomic drop. Keith Daniels rushes JPD and connects a shoulder block, dropping him to the mat. Keith Daniels begins getting hyped and reaches down, lifting JPD by his wrist. He sends JPD into the corner with a heavy Irish whip, causing JPD to hit the turnbuckles and bounce back. Keith lifts him into the air and drops him stomach first with a military press slam. Feeling confident, Daniel’s rolls JPD onto his back and drops an elbow across his stomach. As JPD tries to crawl toward his corner, Keith Daniel’s pursues him reaching down and grabbing his ankle, looking to attempt an ankle lock. Jace begins kicking away and spins around, kicking upward, sending Keith Daniel’s tripping backward into the ropes. As he hits the ropes Tara fires an elbow to the back of his head from outside the ring. He stumbles forward, JPD comes to a stand and connects a curb stomp.

VASSA: “Bow To The King!! Goodnight, Keith Daniels!!!”

JOHNSON: “This could be it, Vassa. I didn’t think it myself, but Sativa and Daniels could be eliminated sooner than late??”

Before JPD can go for a pin, Sativa climbs into the ring and rushes him from behind, firing a couple elbows to his back. He spins in Sativa’s direction and tries to lay her out with a clothesline, only to have it ducked. Sativa gets the opportunity and hits a Nerf This. As the referee tries to restore order, Tara hops in and tackles Sativa to the mat. The two begin rolling around, tussling until they fall out of the ring. Meanwhile, both JPD and Keith Daniels are laid out in the ring. After a moment, Daniels rolls onto Jace trying to get a pin.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Kick out at the last second, and we got a shit storm outside the ring!!”

Following the pin attempt, Keith Daniels pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. He reaches down and grabs JPD, only to have JPD spin behind him and lock him up and drop him down with a desperation sleeper-hold slam. Keith Daniels sits up and looks around the ring taking a breather before climbing to his feet. After delivering a couple stomps into JPD’s chest, he reaches down and pulls him to his feet. He lifts JPD up and drops him with a scoop slam before pacing around and taking a breather. Sativa reaches out, demanding a tag. Keith begins walking toward his corner, but Jace grips his ankle and tries tugging him away from making a tag. Keith fights away from JPD’s grip and lunges forward slapping Sativa’s hand for the tag.

VASSA: “Keith Daniels needed that tag to Sativa, and he got it!”

JOHNSON: “Of course he did, Keith Daniels is no stranger to tag team action!!”

Sativa comes into the ring as Jace climbs to a knee. She rushes forward and hits a double axe-handle across his back before pulling him to a stand and locking him in a ddt. Jace counters this by spinning around Nevaeh and locks his arm around her neck, dropping her with a reverse ddt. After taking a moment, JPD stands and lifts Sativa to her feet. He locks her up in a pump-handle slam and drops her back first to the mat. He keeps the pace by reaching down and picking Sativa up by both arms. He spins around and tosses her into the corner. Instead of tagging in Tara right away, he begins giving stomps into her stomach. Pulling her away from the corner a bit, Jace wastes no time ascending the ropes. He jumps forward with a swan dive, executing a cutter finish. With Sativa down, JPD makes the pin.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “This match was nearly over, Sativa with great ring awareness!!!”

Sativa puts her foot on the ropes to save the match. Jace looks around in frustration and then climbs to his feet, making a tag to Tara Davidson. Tara grips the ropes from the apron and waits for Sativa to climb to her feet. With Sativa’s back to her, Tara springboards off the ropes and grips her by the back of the head, planting her face first with a bulldog. Tara spins Sativa over and grabs her legs, bending them up and spinning her into a Cloverleaf. Sativa reaches for the ropes, but can’t quite grab them. She digs her hands into the canvas and begins a painful crawl, one hand after another, while Tara works on tightening the hold. Sativa reaches out and just grazes the ropes, but can’t keep them held. Tara Davidson begins to struggle trying to pull her back into the center of the ring with the hold still locked in. Sativa lets out a yell and digs down deep, taking one final inch of a crawl. Just enough to reach out and wrap her hand around the bottom rope. The official demands Tara to break the hold. Tara keeps it locked in for a few seconds, but avoids a disqualification.

JOHNSON: “Tara Davidson releases the hold, but the damage could be done??”

VASSA: “Yeah, I’m sure Sativa’s feeling the pain? Then again that could be a turn on to that crazy bitch!!”

Tara instantly grabs at Sativa’s leg again, trying to pull her from the ropes and reapply the hold, but Sativa donkey kicks her back from the floor and quickly tries to climb to her feet. Tara doesn’t want to lose momentum and rushes forward trying to catch Sativa with a running knee lift, but Sativa blocks the knee and lifts backward sending Tara Davidson landing on the canvas with a back body drop. This gives Sativa enough time to stumble forward and reach her arm out making a tag to Keith Daniels. Keith climbs into the ring as Tara is pulling herself to all fours. He grabs Sativa in a bulldog set-up and rushes forward battle ramming her head first into Tara’s ribs, knocking her down flat. From here Sativa points at Jace, who’s standing on the apron. Daniels picks her up and launches her into JPD like a spear, causing Sativa and JPD to collide head first and fall outside the ring. At this point Keith looks over at Tara who is using the ropes to climb to a stand.

VASSA: “Talk about a meeting of the minds from JPD and Sativa?!”

JOHNSON: “Daniels just chucked her into Davidson like he was tossing a spear!!”

VASSA: “I never took Keith Daniels to dabble into the art of spear-chucking?”

Keith reaches down and drives an elbow into her back before lifting her up. He tucks her forward and hits a gut-wrench powerbomb. Feeling like he’s in control, Daniels climbs to the second rope and begs Tara to stand. As she come to all fours, Daniels dives from the ropes and hits a middle rope fameassour. Reaching out he rolls Tara up and hooks the leg for a pin-fall.

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VASSA: “Right at the last second, Jason Davidson saves the match!!”

JPD reaches into the ring at the last moment and pulls Tara out from underneath of Keith Daniels. Keith sits up, growing frustrated and begins stomping on Tara’s stomach, JPD rolls into the ring and Daniels fires a left hook, only to have it caught. Jace kicks Daniel’s in the gut and stuffs his head between his legs, locking him into a cradle set-up. Jace hits the cradle piledriver and reaches over, helping Tara to her feet. He points toward Daniels as she stumbles over and drops to both knees and makes a cover, but before the official can count Sativa had climbed to the top rope. She does a frog splash off, landing across Tara’s back, causing her to roll off of Keith Daniels in pain. As Sativa climbs to her feet, JPD is right there to fly forward connecting a super kick to her chin.

JOHNSON: “It’s getting chaotic in there!! A cradle piledriver by JPD, frog splash from Sativa, superkick by JPD!! Bodies and moves all over the place!!”

VASSA: “Tell me about it, this is getting real interesting now! fatigue should be kicking in, but both teams are still pushing the limit!!”

JPD grabs Tara by the arm and pulls her to their corner as the official tries to maintain order. Jace climbs out of the ring and reaches down, stretching his arm enough to tag Tara Davidson on the shoulder as she starts using the ropes as a crutch to get to her feet. JPD rushes in as Daniels is climbing to his feet. He knees Daniels in the stomach and looks over at Tara who is climbing the turnbuckles, exhausted. JPD stuffs Daniel’s head between his legs and lifts him into a powerbomb. As he does, Tara comes off the ropes and connects double knees to the face, while JPD sends him to the canvas with a powerbomb.

VASSA: “Off With His Head!! Keith Daniels has been decapitated!!”

JOHNSON: “They got to watch Sativa though, she’s climbing to her feet outside the ring!!”

Sativa starts to stand up and as she does Tara runs over to her and hits a jumping ddt, before rolling her out of the ring. Jace grabs Keith Daniels arm and drags him into the center of the ring. Tara does a baseball slide to Sativa who is trying to pull herself up using the ring apron, while JPD falls onto Keith Daniels for a pin.

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “They did it!! Ascended Supremacy moves on and keeps their titles intact!!!”

VASSA: “This was one hell of a match and Ascended Supremacy will advance to the next round.”

“Cut the Cord” hits the speakers as JPD and Tara unites in the center of the ring, having their arms raised in the air by the official.

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

POWERS: “Here are your winners and still 4CW Tag Team Champions… ASCENDED SSUUPPRREEMMAACCYY!!!”

UNDERCARD
GROUP A ROUND 2
TROUBLED MOON VS. THE ASSHOLE ANTAGONISTS

JOHNSON: ”Welcome back to ringside ladies and gentlemen. Now it’s time for second round action here from Group A that will decide just which team will be competing for the titles here tonight in our main event.”

VASSA: ”We have the team of Troubled Moon coming off a big win in the opener going up against the upset Cinderellas of the Asshole Antagonists. I feel like I was robbed of seeing Cashe and Williams take on Eli and Genie.”

JOHNSON: ”Some would call it an upset. Others would say that’s what happens when you take your opponents lightly here in 4CW no matter who we are. But this match here promises to be one to steal the show tonight.”

VASSA: ”The question is do the Asshole Antagonists have another horseshoe hidden up their ass or will the dysfunctional team of Jason Cashe and Bryan Williams be the ones that roll into the main event with two wins under their belts?”

JOHNSON: ”There is only one way to find out Vinny to let’s throw it down to Mike Powers who is ready to make the introductions for this match.”

VASSA: ”Boom!”

Vassa throws his hands into the air like something big was about to happen but of course nothing does and Steve just shakes his head and mouths the word retard. The camera pans down to the ring where Mike Powers is standing with his microphone in hand.

POWERS: ”The following is scheduled for one full and can be won via pinfall or submission!”

“Unsung” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song. Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. With a serious look on his face, Bryan stands in the ring waiting for his partner.

POWERS: “And his partner…”

The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back, almost sliding out with a smile on his face and a dip in his step as he hears the place give him both jeers and cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.

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

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

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

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

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits their opponents.

JOHNSON: ”Cashe and Williams are exactly the most likely team out there but they did look impressive in the opener and they have had the most rest. Could really be to their advantage here with a spot in the main event up for grabs.”

VASSA: ”I don’t think a few more moments rest is really going to be the deciding factor here tonight. It’ll be whether Cashe and Williams can co-exist as a team. Also I’m so damn thankful Cashe didn’t whip out his dick and piss along ringside again.”

Cue the lights in the arena starting to fade and flicker out, while a spotlight appears on the stage.

“Woahh Wa-ohhh, Wa-ohhh-ohh-ohh,

Woahh Wa-ohhh, Wa-ohhh-ohh-ohh!”

POWERS: “Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four-hundred and fifty pounds… Adrian Tanner Jr. and Johnny Evil… A.A The Asshoooole Antagooooonists!!”

After the chanting, the opening trumpets of “Everyone Else is an Asshole” by Reel Big Fish kick in, the arena lights still flickering while the spotlight begins to strobe around the stage. Adrian Tanner Junior and Johnny Evil appear on the stage: Adrian with his ring jacket hood up obscuring his face and Johnny with his Thomas The Train shirt. Johnny looks around for a moment, before stepping over to one side of the stage and pointing outward with his finger into the audience. Johnny makes his way to the other side of the stage and does the same thing. He then paces and begins to hop around a bit and hype up the crowd.

“I tried to be nice

I tried to live my life

But everyone else is an asshole”

At “Asshole” Adrian throws his arms out and fireworks explode from the stage. Both men grin before Johnny starts his jog down the entrance ramp. Adrian following behind him, slapping hands with some fans here and there.

“I tried to forgive

I tried to live and let live

But everyone else is an asshole”

Once Johnny makes his way to the ringside area, he slides through the bottom rope and then hops to his feet. He begins a pace around the ring before ascending the ropes. Adrian slides in from the other side of the ring, climbing the opposite side of the ropes of his partner. He makes a ‘gun’ motion with his hand and ‘fires,’ then jumps down. Johnny begins talking and hyping up the audience as he lifts his arms into the air and sways them up and down. As the music music dies down and the lights return to their normal state, they both hop off the ropes and get ready for his match.

DING!!! DING!!!

Tanner Jr. decides to start the match out for this team and after a heated discussion it’s decided that Cashe is going to start for his team. Cashe and Tanner Jr. circle each other in the center of the ring and each extending a hand and pawing at each other. Tanner Jr. closes the gap and gives Cashe a boot to the mid-section that doubles him over. Tanner Jr. rears back and lights Cashe up with a series of knife edged chops to the chest. Tanner Jr. grips the wrist and whips Cashe into the turnbuckle spine first hard. Cashe hits the turnbuckle but explodes out of the corner and hits Tanner Jr. with a clothesline that sends him down to the canvas hard. Tanner Jr. is back to his feet quickly but Cashe hits him with a bell clap that disorientates Tanner Jr. and causes him to stagger. Cashe locks the arms of Tanner Jr. and unleashes a furious assault of thrusting headbutts to Tanner Jr. that hurt not only his opponent but himself also.

JOHNSON: ”It’s not the prettiest or most technically sound offense in the world but it’s Jason Cashe through and through.”

VASSA: ”Tanner Jr. needs to create some separation and regroup before this idiot bashes both of their brains in!”

Cashe finally lets go of Tanner Jr. both men stagger a bit. Cashe regains his senses faster and grabs a hold of Tanner Jr. before hitting with him with a sambo suplex that sends him down to the canvas. Cashe regains a vertical base and hits the ropes. On the rebound Cashe leaps into the air and looks to come down with a butt drop on Tanner Jr. but there is no water in the pool and Cashe hits the canvas hard. Tanner Jr. gets back up to his feet and plants a wicked boot to the spine of Cashe who is still seated upright that echoes throughout the building. Cashe gets to his feet and staggers into the wrong corner as Tanner Jr. shakes the cobwebs loose. Tanner Jr. gets a running start then leaps into the air and hits Cashe with a high impact turnbuckle clothesline. Tanner Jr. holds Cashe in place while making the tag to Evil who steps into the ring. Evil charges towards the corner and hits Cashe with a running knee to the face that rocks him as Tanner Jr. slithers through the ropes. As Cashe staggers away from the corner Evil lifts him high up over shoulder then begins him down to the canvas with a double knee gutbuster. Cashe doubles over in pain on the canvas as Evil rolls him onto his back. Evil hooks the leg and makes the cover as the referee slides in for the count.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Cashe had the early advantage in this match but it’s the teamwork of Evil and Tanner Jr. that just scored a near fall for their team.”

VASSA: ”Notice how Bryan Williams didn’t lift a finger to come into the ring and break up that count?”

JOHNSON: ”I think he knows by now it’s going to take a lot more then that to put Jason Cashe away.”

VASSA: ”Or maybe he’s just really enjoying watching Jason Cashe getting his ass kicked.”

Evil gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Cashe and pulls him back up to a vertical base. Evil unleashes a European uppercut that rocks Cashe backwards alongs the ropes. As Cashe bounces back Evil plants a kick to the mid-section and then nails Cashe with a pedigree down to the canvas. Evil gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Evil perches himself on the top rope then leaps off and goes for a swanton bomb but Cashe gets his knees up and causes Evil to crash and burn. Slowly both men gets back up to their feet. Evil charges Cashe with a clothesline but Cashe ducks it and plants Evil with a side Russian leg sweep. Cashe gets to his feet then races towards the ropes. As Cashe hits the ropes Williams reaches in and slaps Cashes across the back hard. Cashe stops in his tracks as Williams steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Both men stand toe to toe and begin exchanging heated words again ignoring Evil who is pulling himself up to a vertical base.

JOHNSON: ”Here we go ladies and gentlemen. It was only a matter of time before things boiled over between these two men!”

VASSA: ”Can you blame Williams for wanting a chance in this match after watching Cashe get his ass beat? The man won the last Bad Company tournament!”

Evil gets to his feet and charges towards the corner as the two men continue to argue. Williams sees Evil coming out of the corner of his eye and shoves Cashe in the way as Evil levels him with a superkick to the face. As Evil turns around Williams unloads a roaring elbow to the face that makes Evil’s knees buckle. Williams slides in behind Evil as he pulls himself back up and hits him with a lung blower down across the knees. Williams gets up to his feet and uses his boot to push Cashe to the outside of the ring arrogantly before turning his attention back towards Evil. Williams stalks around Evil as he regains a vertical base before uncorking a overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Evil halfway across the ring and down to the canvas. Williams gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle slowly as Tanner Jr. shouts for Evil to get to his feet. Williams perches himself on the top rope then leaps off the top and connects with a frog splash down across the prone Johnny Evil. Williams rolls off of Evil holding his ribs from the impact. Williams quickly recovers before hooking the leg and making the cover on Evil as the referee slides in for the count.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Picture perfect frog splash by Bryan Williams but Tanner Jr. was having none of that cover. He stepped in and made the save for his team before the three count could be made.”

VASSA: ”Tanner Jr. knows moments like this don’t come around often. They might have upset Eil and Genie in the first round but a win against Cashe and Williams will cement themselves as a threat here in 4CW.”

Williams gets up to his feet then steps backwards and bounces off the ropes. Williams leaps into the air and drops an elbow drops across the chest of Evil who groans in pain. Williams gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and stands on the ring apron as he waits for Evil to regain a vertical base. As Evil gets back up to his feet Williams springboards to the top rope. However Tanner Jr. races over and kicks Williams leg out for under him causing Williams to get crotched along the top rope. Evil gets a running start then leaps into the air and hits Williams with a Superman punch to the face that knocks him off the ropes and down to the canvas hard. Evil turns around and then makes the tag into Tanner Jr. who steps into the ring and grabs a hold of Williams. Tanner Jr. shoves Williams head between his legs and hoists him up into the air. Evil charges forward and hits a baseball slide to Williams face as Tanner Jr. plants him and they hit Asshole Avalanche Junior in the center of the ring. Evil goes to the corner as Tanner hooks the leg and make the cover on Williams while the referee slides in for the count.

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”It doesn’t get much closer than that. Williams got his shoulder off of the canvas at the last split second or else it would the Asshole Antagonists advancing to the finals.”

VASSA: ”Williams needs to get his corner and make the tag to Cashe as soon as possible. He takes another move like that and it’s going to be lights out and time to sleep forever.”

Tanner Jr. gets up to his feet and signals for the finish as he stalks around Williams. Tanner Jr. grabs a hold of Williams and then steps him up for Gone, Baby, Gone but Williams begins fighting out of his as much as possible. Williams fires knees to the mid-section of Tanner Jr. then drops the canvas hitting with a jawbreaker that knocks him off of his feet. Cashe leans over the top rope begging for the tag as Williams begins crawling towards his corner. Tanner Jr. gets back up to his feet as Williams crawls ever closer to that hot tag. Tanner Jr. goes after Williams but Williams gets to his feet and lunges for the tag only for Cashe to pull his arm back and refuse to tag from his partner. Cashe laughs his ass off as Tanner Jr. lifts Williams off of the canvas as hits him with a series of consecutive German suplexes down to the canvas hard. Tanner Jr. gets up to his feet then runs to the corner and hits Cashe with a forearm to the face that knocks him off the ring apron. Tanner Jr. turns around and focuses on Williams who can barely stand on his own two feet. Tanner Jr. grabs a hold of Williams and goes for the Revolver but Cashe slides into the ring and charges towards both of men.

JOHNSON: ”MARK OF JASON!”

VASSA: ”Cashe just took out Tanner Jr. and his own partner with one shot! This is absolute chaos in the ring!”

Cashe grabs a hold of Williams by the arm and drags him back towards their corner. Cashe steps through the ropes to the ring apron then reaches into and tags Williams whose arm is limp to himself legal in the match. As Tanner Jr. gets back up to his feet Cashe charges and hits Tanner Jr. with a running clothesline that sends him down to the canvas. Tanner Jr. is back on his feet quickly but Cashe grabs a hold of him and starts biting him right in front of the referee. Cashe lets go before the count of five before hitting Tanner Jr. with a double arm suplex down to the canvas hard. Tanner Jr. rolls to the corner to corner to recover as Cashe gets a wild look in his eyes. Cashe stalks his way over towards the corner face washes Tanner Jr. with his boot before turning his back towards the man. Cashe bends over and begins to pull his pants down signaling for stinkface as the crowd goes wild.

VASSA: ”Oh my God! What is it with Cashe and never being able to keep his pants on?!”

JOHNSON: ”Tanner Jr. better close his mouth and shut his eyes. He’s not going to want to see or taste what is about to happen next!”

Cashe goes for the stinkface but Tanner Jr. is too quick and slides under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Tanner Jr. grabs a hold of Cashe by the ankles tripping him and yanks hard causing Cashe to get crotched along the steel ring post. Tanner Jr. gets back into the ring then goes to the corner and makes the tag to Evil who steps into the ring. Tanner Jr. climbs to the top rope as Evil grabs a hold of Cashe and lifts him back up to his feet. Evil lifts Cashe into the air and hands him to Tanner Jr. as both men go for The Rapture but Williams springboards to the top rope and leaps off and connects with a flying forearm smash that takes Evil down to the canvas. Tanner goes for the powerbomb off the top but Cashe reverses it last moment into an awkward looking hurricanrana clearly a move he’s not used to doing. Slowly Tanner Jr. staggers up to his feet but Cashe charges and hits him with a clothesline that knocks both men over the top rope and down to the arena floor below.

JOHNSON: ”The action is hot and heavy both inside of the ring and outside of it now too!”

VASSA: ”But that leaves Evil and Williams in the middle of the ring and Evil is the legal man!”

Williams gets to his feet then grabs a hold of Evil. Williams lifts Evil up into the air looking to connect with the CTE but Evil counters and lands on his feet behind Williams. As Williams turns around Evil leaps backwards and connects with a Pele kick to the head of Williams. On the outside Tanner Jr. is leaned against the barricade as Cashe gets a head of steam and races around ringside. Cashe leaps onto the steel ring steps before jumping off and hitting Tanner Jr. with the Trouble Cannon on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring the Pele kick causes Williams to stagger into the ropes but Williams bounces back and hits Evil with a superkick to the face that staggers him. Cashe gets to his feet and up to the ring apron looking for a tag but Williams turns and plants Cashe with a superkick.

JOHNSON: ”Holy Christ what a kick from Williams to his own partner!”

VASSA: ”If Cashe had teeth they’d be in the third row right about now!”

Williams turns back around and plants a boot to the mid-section of Evil before hoisting him up and connecting with the CTE sending him crashing down to the canvas hard. Cashe slides into the ring behind Williams then grabs him and nails him with the U.T.I down to the canvas hard. Cashe moves over then hooks the leg and makes the cover on Evil as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here are you winners…Jason Cashe…Bryan Williams. The team of TROUBLED MOON!”

JOHNSON: ”They fought with each other more than worked together but somehow Cashe and Williams get the big win here tonight and we have our first team that has advanced to the finals!”

VASSA: ”It really looked like Tanner Jr. and Evil were going to break through the glass ceiling here tonight but it just wasn’t to be.”

JOHNSON: ”No shame in defeat for these two young men. They put themselves on the map here tonight and I see tag team gold in their very near future.”

The picture opens to film footage of various war scenes throughout history. The black and white film displays the chaos and destruction of such events before ending with a mushroom cloud over Hiroshima in Nineteen Forty-Five. The picture then deteriorates as the color footage of past Fright Night Warzone’s begin transitioning between various wrestlers who have participated in the last two. Showing the highlights of both past events, the footage then stops as the numbers “10.26.16” display in the center of the screen. Fading into blackness, our scene then opens inside of a cage surrounding two wrestling rings. The mat is covered in blood but in the center, Perry Wallace stands dressed as a commander with Kaysie Sherell by his side, dressed to match.

WALLACE: “Time is ticking away as we step closer and closer to Fright Night. For the past two years, we have seen nothing but chaos, destruction, and brutality fill the rings in what is known as the Fright Night Warzone. No two have been alike, and I can promise you that the third will have its own little twist to it.”

Holding a piece of paper in hand, Kaysie looks down to it momentarily before looking back to the camera with a look of hatred in her eyes.

SHERELL: “The matches haven’t been civil by any means. When war is upon us, the time for being civil is long gone. The object is to win by any means necessary and from past events, our former winners of the Warzone have done just that.”

WALLACE: “The 4CW Championship has always been the main focal point of these catastrophic events. For the first time ever, the actual championship will not be on the line. Instead, a guaranteed 4CW Championship match at Winter Wasteland will be the prize well worth fighting for.”

Rolling the piece of paper up, she hands it Perry as he pulls out a lighter and with the flick of his thumb, ignites a flame. Holding the lighter to the paper, it then begins glowing bright fiery orange as flams engulf it.

WALLACE: “For the past two years we have seen eight competitors step inside this madness with one objective at hand. This year we’re going to make the playing field even larger.”

SHERELL: “That’s right! Sixteen people will have the opportunity of a lifetime to compete for the 4CW Championship at Winter Wasteland.”

WALLACE: “This whole concept could barely fit eight people, how is it going to fit sixteen people? In due time the details will come to light. You can consider this a warning shot for the war that awaits those who dare step up to the challenge.”

SHERELL: “Whether it’s the current 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins…”

WALLACE: “… or The Butcher himself, Dakota Smith!”

SHERELL: “One of these individuals will put it all on the line against whoever shall triumph.”

Standing tall and stepping forward, Perry places his hands on his hips as Kaysie locks her arm around his.

WALLACE: “Who is ready to go to war?”

The scene slowly begins fading to black as the sounds of machine guns, explosions, and screams fill the airways.

UNDERCARD
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
GROUP B ROUND 2

THE SICKNESS VS. ASCENDED SUPREMACY ©

JOHNSON: ”We’re back here at ringside folks and I gotta say I’m pretty hyped up for Fright Night!”

VASSA: ”Yea, we’ve got some good shit coming and I can’t wait to see what plays out from that!”

JOHNSON: ”In the meantime, folks, we’re ready to get our next match started! Both The Sickness and Ascended Supremacy advanced winning their respective matches earlier on in the night, so we’ve got group B round 2 ready to kick off in mere moments!”

VASSA: ”The Sickness pulled off an impressive victory earlier on tonight, let’s see what they can do against the current 4CW Tag Team Champions, Ascended Supremacy!”

POWERS: ”The following tag team contest is a group B round 2 match up scheduled for one fall!”

“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. As the opening guitar shred of Disturbed’s “The Vengeful One” start to play, Majella O’Ryan walks out in a leather trench coat, her steampunk sunglasses on her head. Randall Kash walks out in his black hooded robe and mask, his arms outstretched as both a mockery of Christ and a gloat to the fans that he has arrived.

POWERS: ”And making his way to the ring, from the Darkest Recesses of your mind, he weighs in at 317 pounds, he is RANDALL KKASH!”

He walks to the ring with a confident swagger, still with his arms outstretched, avoiding interaction with the fans. Once reaching the ring apron, he stands with his back to the ring, and removes the robe and mask, handing it to O’Ryan. As he turns to face the ring, he instructs the referee to have his opponent step back so he can step into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Kat Jones and Randall Kash got a very impressive victory over Candice Turner and Maddox Lucien earlier on this evening.”

VASSA: ”While they may have won, I was sad by how it came at the expense of an innocent girl!”

JOHNSON: ”A wins a win, Vinnie. In this tournament, everyone is pulling out all the stops to advance. That’s just the way it goes.”

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)

(Freedom)”

The husband and wife duo of Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson make their way out on stage slowly. They stand tall on stage soaking in the boo’s and hatred from the crowd while holding their arms high into the air triumphantly with the 4CW Tag Team Championships strapped proudly around their waists.

“Let me tell you, I’m vicious

Not pass-aggressive

I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I get it

And I’m a savage

It’s automatic

I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static”

POWERS: “They are Wrestling’s only true Royalty… Jason P. and Tara Davidsonnnnn… they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions… ASCENDED SUPREMACY!!!”

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

“Cause victory is all you need

So cultivate and plant the seed

Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten”

Tara makes her way up the steel ring steps as Jason hops up to the ring apron. Tara strides along the ring apron as Jason leans down and holds the ropes open. The camera pans around and watches closely as Tara bends over as she steps through the ropes and enters the ring.

“I’m gonna make it rain, so ring the bell

I know it all too well

Switchblade on the edge of your wrist

Can I get a witness? (Witness)

Cause agony brings no reward

For one more hit and one last score

Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord”

Jason and Tara go to opposite corners and climb the turnbuckle while unstrapping the Championships from their waists as flashbulbs go off all over the arena. They raise the 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.

JOHNSON: ”And there is the royal couple and all of their glory. Ascended Supremacy has handled the competition well here so far tonight. Let’s see how they fare against The Sickness here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Despite some of the great talent in this tournament, they are still the favorites to win this thing so let’s see how The Sickness handles that response.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings and it appears as if it’s going to be Tara Davidson and Randall Kash who is going to start things off in the match as Kat Jones and Jason Davidson take their places outside the apron from their respective corners. Kash and Tara lock up in the middle of the ring as a battle of control ensues. A technical battle takes place as Tara grapples Kash from behind but Kash reverses it and pops around Tara and attempts to take her down into the mat, but Tara reverses it and flips Kash over with a side takedown into the mat. Kash is quick to get back to his feet as he rushes at Tara, but Tara takes him down to the mat again, this time with a forward somersault cutter. Tara covers Kash.

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TWO

JOHNSON: ”Kash with the quick kick out. A very careful approach by both in the opening of this match.”

VASSA: ”Yea, both these teams know they have to be careful here. With wrestling already once tonight, things might be a little slower paced but this tournament has been surprising so anything can happen.”

Kash is back to his feet and him and Tara lock up once more. Once again, a technical display of wrestling is initiated as Kash once again falls behind Tara. Tara tries another takedown, but Kash locks himself in place before he plants Tara with a clothesline from behind. Tara gets back to her feet again but doesn’t stay there long before Kash switches gears and grapples Tara from the front before jumping up and hitting a double knee strike which takes Tara down into the mat. Kash reaches down and starts to pimp slap Tara which Jason doesn’t take too kind to as he tries to get in the ring but the referee stops him. This allows Kat Jones to take advantage as she lands a cheap shot right punch into the side of Tara’s face as Kash holds her in place before taking her down into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Kash covers Tara.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Quick thinking there by Kat and Randall, but Tara gets the shoulder up.”

VASSA: ”Very impressed by the teamwork by Randall and Kat, though.”

Kash tags in Kat as they grab a hold of Tara and take her down with a double suplex in the ring. Kash leaves the ring as Kat takes over and Kat lifts up Tara and sends her crashing into the mat with a northern lights suplex. Kat bounces off the ropes before delivering a dropkick to the side of Tara. Kat moves to cover Tara.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Tara in trouble here! She’s going to have to find a way to turn around things fast!”

VASSA: ”It could be that the fatigue has started to settle in from earlier on tonight.”

Kat continues to hammer away at Tara before launching her into the corner turnbuckle. Kat rushes towards Tara before delivering a handspring elbow into the corner, connecting with Tara. Kat then grabs Tara and attempts a bulldog, but Tara surprises her and tosses her forward. Kat gets back to her feet before turning around before Tara grabs her and hits a snap DDT into the canvas. Kat is able to get to a knee, but Tara charges from the corner and connects with a shining wizard taking Kat down and building momentum for herself. Tara then proceeds to hit a standing moonsault on Kat and follows that up by pinning her in the middle of the ring.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Kat with the kickout there, but Tara has come alive in this match!”

VASSA: ”It was only a matter of time before that was going to happen.”

Jason is pounding his foot ready for the tag in and gets it as Tara tags him in. Jason hits the ring and immediately goes after Kat as he picks her up and Irish whips her into the ropes before planting her stiffly with a spinebuster and roars in the middle of the ring. Jason reaches down and grabs Kat again and grabs a hold of her as he plants her with a side Russian legsweep. Jason bounces off the ropes before planting Kat with a running senton splash. Jason goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Jason with the near fall on Kat, but Kat stays alive! Right now, it’s Adrenaline and the will to keep going that is allowing Kat to keep herself alive in this match, it appears.”

VASSA: ”Yea, but she’s going to have to get a tag out to Randall if she wants to get a breather in and keep this match going, I fear. Jason and Tara are just proving to be too much right now for The Sickness.”

Jason approaches Kat slowly as Kat is slowly getting to her feet. Jason turns her around and grabs Kat but Kat thinks on her feet as she snaps back and delivers a stiff bitch slap to the face of Jason, catching him off guard. Kat grabs Jason and reels him into the canvas with an inverted atomic drop. Kat grabs Jason and sends him into the turnbuckle before she mounts him and delivers some hard rights into the face of Jason. Kat then grabs Jason and hits a tornado DDT straight into the mat. Kat looks to cover Jason by hooking the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”NO! Jason is just able to kick out after a close two count!”

VASSA: ”Kat not giving up here and she’s continuing to show that she still has plenty of fight left in her!”

Kat is able to get the tag into Kash as the two grab a hold of Jason and ram him shoulder first into the ring post. Kat rolls out of the ring as Jason stumbles backwards and Kash is able to connect with a german suplex. Kash grabs a hold of Jason and runs inward towards the ring as he slams Jason into the mat with a running powerslam. Kash instantly goes for the cover on Jason.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”No, Tara with the save!”

VASSA: ”Uh oh, Kat is back in the ring and it looks like we’ve got a brawl on our hands!!”

A brawl was right as Tara and Kat start swinging at each other and letting lefts and rights fly at each other. Tara ricochets off the ropes and spears Kat outside of the ring as they both hit the ground on the outside. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Kash is looking to take advantage of the downed Jason as he reaches down and lifts him over his shoulders as he looks to finish off Jason with the Amen. Before he can get it off, though, Jason is able to nudge himself off the shoulders of Kash and slip behind him as he quickly rolls up Kash into a small package pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”NO! Kash kicks out just in the nick of time there!”

VASSA: ”That was some quick thinking by Jason there and that took Kash by surprise for sure!”

Jason kicks Kash in the midsection and lifts him up and charges towards the corner turnbuckle as he’s able to send Kash crashing with a turnbuckle powerbomb. Tara is back up on the other side of the apron as she’s holding out her hand for the tag. Kat is also on the apron and she gets the blind tag by slapping the back of Kash’s back but Jason doesn’t see it as he is dragging him towards the corner and tags in Tara. As Tara gets in, Jason is able to hit a flapjack with Tara hitting the Goodnight Kiss sealing the Sword and Dagger on Kash. Tara goes for the cover, but Kat stops it and hits Tara with her Dead-End taking Tara off guard. Kat hits a missile dropkick, blindsiding Jason as he flies to the ground. Kat covers Tara and hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”MY GOD!! TARA WITH THE KICKOUT!!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!! I thought Kat had here there! Kat went for the same strategy in the first match, and it didn’t work this time!!”

Kat can’t believe it as she slaps the mat in frustration. She shakes her head as Tara slowly gets back to her feet. Tara turns around but catches Kat off guard with a quick Face Lift knocking out Kat in the middle of the ring. Tara rolls over and covers Kat.

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”WHAT?! NOW KAT KICKS OUT!!! Neither one of them is giving up here!! incredible!”

VASSA: ”I thought that was the end, but this match continues to surprise me! Where are they finding this willpower at?!”

Now it’s Tara who can’t believe it as she starts to show some frustration of her own in the ring. She slowly gets to her feet and waits for Kat to get to back to her feet. Meanwhile, she turns to the side and springboards off the ropes and connects with Kash with the 24 Carat Kick catching Kash off guard. But by taking the time to do so, Kat takes advantage and grabs Tara from behind lifting her up as she attempts the WildKat but Jason takes a page out of The Sickness book and blasts Kat in the back of the head with an elbow which allows Tara to drop back down to her feet. Tara bounces off the ropes before planting Kat with the Goodnight Kiss taking Kat down into the canvas. Tara drops down and hooks both legs of Kat.

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”ASCENDED SUPREMACY HAS DONE IT!”

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners….Jason and Tara Davidson…ASCENDED SSUPREMACY!!”

“Cut The Cord” hits the speakers as JPD joins Tara as she stands victorious.

VASSA: ”What a wild finish this match was! Jason and Tara advance to the finals of the tournament!”

JOHNSON: ”That was a very entertaining and a very well done group B match up between these two teams! It looked like The Sickness could have won this match several times and they gave it one hell of an effort!”

VASSA: ”That they did and now we are not long off from finding out just who is going to win this tournament tonight. What a match by The Sickness and Ascended Supremacy though. Could very well be one of the matches of the night! Time to find out how this thing ends shortly!”

As a beating of drums begins, the camera shows footage of a mural of stone bas-reliefs depicting a dragon, and then a real-size statue of a dragon.

“They’re already here.

The Elder Scrolls told of their return.”

The camera now shows a frozen landscape of ancient trees and tall mountains covered in snow, under a heavy drizzle of frost.

“Their defeat was merely delay

‘Til the time after Oblivion opened,

When the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood.”

As the drums continue to beat, an orchestra joins the sound. The camera shows images of two seemingly Viking armies fighting, swords, axes and shields, and then back to the dragon statue.

“But no-one wanted to believe.

Believe they even existed.”

(The statue starts to catch fire, glowing in a mysterious light, as the orchestra goes in crescendo.

“And when the truth finally dawns…

… It dawns in fire.”

The camera shows the dragon statue’s face, where suddenly an eye opens… and then the scene abruptly ends.

“But,

There’s one they fear.

In their tongue, he’s Dovahkiin:

DRAGONBORN”

09.21.16

As the scene opens, the sounds of “Notorious” by The Notorious B.I.G can be heard fading out. In the center of the ring stands the self professed Queen of 4CW, Kaysie Sherell. With a smirk on her face, Kaysie stands with her left hand firmly planted on her hip. With the less than respectful reception she is receiving from the fans in the Scottrade Center, she raises the microphone in her right hand up towards her face.

SHERELL: “It’s nice to see that you people here in Saint Louis don’t know how to properly welcome your queen! If it weren’t for my keen decision making, 4 Corners Wrestling would never have come to this cesspool. I am a humanitarian at heart, and that’s why you all get to see this great tag team tournament!”

The fans in attendance begin to boo, Kaysie walks towards the center of the ring.

SHERELL: “Come on, why would anyone come to Saint Louis, Missouri? Either way, tonight is a banner night for this company, but there is something that I have to address. You see, I was supposed to be in a nice little fight in Hawaii. I called out my lovely soon to be sister-in-law Sabrina, and she was going to try to beat me up. HA, we all know that wasn’t going to happen!”

With the fans beginning to boo the Queen, she starts to walk around the ring with a triumphant smile.

JOHNSON: “Kaysie is really dreading up some old wounds,don’t you think?”

VASSA: “The queen can do whatever she wants, you know that Steve. ”

Kaysie once again stops, this time facing the entrance way. Raising the microphone towards her mouth, she begins to speak.

SHERELL: “You see, Cyrus was supposed to get her ready. He was supposed to make sure she’d be able to step to me, and fight. Now, we all know that the only reason that Cyrus has kept her for this long is because she’s just as good as a blow up doll. When you’re good on your back, everyone can recognize that talent. Now, here we are nearly a month later, and Sabrina still hasn’t stepped to me. Quite frankly, I am quite tired of waiting. Now, Sabrina if you don’t want to step to me, that’s fine. You just need to go ahead and admit that you’re afraid of facing the consequences of your actions. You slapped me like a bitch, so I think it’s time that you take your place at the bottom. That’s all that you are Sabrina Wallace, a bottom barrel bit…”

Suddenly, the fans erupt in cheers as Kaysie is tackled to the mat from behind. As the camera moves out, it is revealed that Sabrina Wallace has mounted Kaysie and begins to reign down heavy blows to the queen’s face. As Sabrina begins to wrap her hands around Sabrina’s neck, security begins to enter the ring. Pulling the two women apart, Sabrina tries to struggle her way from the security guards. Kaysie quickly slides out of the ring, and heads up the ramp.

JOHNSON: “Well, it looks like Sabrina proved that she is far from the bottom barrel bitch that Kaysie proclaimed! ”

VASSA: “She’s going to pay for that, no one gets anything over on the Queen. She will rue the day, rue it I said!”

As “She Bad” by Cameron Dallas begins to play, Sabrina looks over at Kaysie who is holding onto her neck. With security still in the ring, Sabrina begins to shout at Kaysie. Then, she scene fades out.

HEADLINE
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. CHRIS MADISON ©

JOHNSON: “We’re back here at ringside folks, just moments before a little change of pace from all the tag-team action!”

VASSA: “Tonight has been full of surprises from the start of this whole tag tournament. I’ve been on the edge of my seat the entire time.”

JOHNSON: “It’s been a wild ride, that’s for sure! What we have in front of us now is something that is just as big, if not bigger.”

VASSA: “Brian Hollywood will be challenging Chris Madison for the 4CW Pride Championship. I honestly didn’t think we would see Madison in a 4CW ring following Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: “You’re not the only one, Vinny. Being a 4CW Champion obligates him to defend the championship in a 4CW ring, or else he would be stripped of the championship and a loss will go down in the record books.”

VASSA: “We all know that Chris Madison has too much pride to just lay down and forfeit the championship.”

JOHNSON: “I’m still scratching my head as to why Chris having to defend has come off as a surprise to everyone, including his manager, Frankie Morrison.”

VASSA: “A lot of people are giving Perry credit, well at least the man looking over the contract two weeks ago. I don’t know why. Frankie Morrison helped structure the 4CW contract system. He of all people should have known that Chris would be obligated to compete in 4CW as long as he is a champion.”

JOHNSON: “There have been so many changes in this company from the early days. It probably slipped his mind.”

VASSA: “More like Frankie probably thought Perry would change things and screw himself over in this scenario.”

JOHNSON: “It is what it is and what it is brings us to our Pride Championship match tonight. Brian Hollywood will challenge the Pride Champion after coming off a huge win two weeks ago as he defeated the 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins.”

VASSA: “After Ante Up, Brian has been on a hot streak. At fifty-one he was able to defeat Carter Laughlin and Kaiden Hawke in a triple threat match. Then two weeks ago, he upset the world with a win over Jair Hopkins, a two time and current 4CW Champion!”

JOHNSON: “Brian has the momentum leading into this match tonight but is it enough to slow down the momentum that Chris has built over the course of an entire year?”

VASSA: “Chris has a lot of pressure on him. For over a year the man has been unstoppable. Everyone wants to know when will the streak end.”

JOHNSON: “With everything riding on and revolving around this match, I think the streak is the last thing on his mind.”

VASSA: “Leading up to this match, Perry has tried to smear the mans name. First he makes comments about backing up Jett Wilder’s claims of tampering with officials. Then he goes all out with the news release days ago discrediting the streak and putting focus on Chris throwing a match against a competitor when he claims competition is the one thing he seeks.”

JOHNSON: “Perry is throwing everything at him, pulling out all the stops without having to actually defeat the man himself. A distraction could be the one thing that leads to Chris’ defeat and Perry knows it just as well as Frankie does.”

VASSA: “I have to be honest with you. I feel this whole controversial contract situation is more about the tension between Frankie and Perry.”

JOHNSON: “You and me both! Those two seem to be in the spotlight the most when it comes to this contract dispute. All Chris has done is come to the ring and do his job. It’s Perry and Frankie putting on the circus sideshow.”

VASSA: “I just wish these two would come to a resolution so we can focus on more important things like the action in the ring.”

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

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Pride Championship!”

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights in the arena start to dim. A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as Brian Hollywood makes his way from the back. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction at his arrival. Hollywood is in his black attire and is wearing his black trench coat as he centers himself on the stage.

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

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

POWERS: “And the champion!”

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

“We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!”

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 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 Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head.

VASSA: “Take a long look folks! This could very well be the last night we see Chris Madison in a 4CW ring.”

JOHNSON: “That’s if Brian Hollywood can beat him here tonight. That’s a lot harder said than done.”

VASSA: “Oh absolutely! That isn’t an easy task by any means. Sixteen people have tried and sixteen people have failed.”

JOHNSON: “Sixteen wins, zero losses, and one draw. We all know the circumstances behind the draw. No one has been able to put a blemish on the mans record. The one draw came by his own doing.”

VASSA: “It makes you wonder though. Perry made a point earlier last week. If Chris Madison wants the best competition across the ring from him, why did he throw the match with a three time 4CW Champion? Why has he aligned himself with a two time 4CW Champion?”

JOHNSON: “Hold up right there! Don’t tell me you’re buying the trash that Perry Wallace is selling! Madison and Cashe have been allies for quite some time. Madison and Jair have a history of respect going all the way back to their days before 4CW.”

VASSA: “Business is business and at the end of the day, that’s all these matches are. It doesn’t have to be personal. He could face off with either of those two and shake their hands after the match.”

JOHNSON: “I’m going to cut you off right there because you’re buying into the crap that Perry tried to smear his name with. You and I both know there’s more to it than what Perry painted over the weekend with that smear campaign.”

VASSA: “I’m just calling it how I see it. Perry even offered the man three million a year, plus incentives, to re-sign with 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “He should have done that a long time ago but no! Instead, he wanted to be a child about the whole thing.”

VASSA: “At the end of the day this is a business! Frankie Madison made that crystal clear!”

JOHNSON: “And look what happened to him earlier tonight!”

As Madison steps down from the corner, he turns to the nearby official and hands him the Pride Championship. Making his way back to the center of the ring, the official then raises the championship above his head before turning to put it on display for the fans on each side of the ring. Keeping his eyes locked on the championship, Madison stands still in his corner. The official then walks over to the ropes and hands it to a member of the ringside crew before returning to the center of the ring. Looking to each corner, the official gets the nod from both men before throwing his hand into the air and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Erupting out of his corner, Madison doesn’t wait for the bell to silence before charging straight towards Hollywood. Closing in, Madison ducks his head and lunges forward, wrapping Hollywood’s waist up and tackling him back first into the corner. Stretching his arms across the top of the ropes, Hollywood braces himself as Madison then unloads with rapid lefts and rights to his ribcage. After knocking the last breath from Hollywood’s lungs, Madison pops his head up and fires with a lightning quick right to the side of Hollywood’s head.

JOHNSON: “We have a brawl on out hands ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: “Madison looks pissed!”

Retaliating with a right of his own, Hollywood comes up short as Madison ducks underneath the hook and counters with an elbow strike to the ribs. Locking onto Hollywood with a Muay Thai Clinch, Madison keeps Hollywood pressed against the corner before pounding away at him with knee strikes. After nearly ten knees, Madison then drags Hollywood away from the corner and throws him to the canvas in the center of the ring. Quickly pushing himself up, Hollywood rises to one knee but Madison is right there to greet him with a running knee to the face.

Locking onto Hollywood’s arm, Madison jerks him up to his feet before pulling him into a knee to the stomach. Keeping his grip firm around Hollywood’s wrist, Madison then goes to whip him to the far ropes but in the blink of an eye, Hollywood reverses and whips Madison to the ropes instead. Hitting the ropes hard, Madison then returns off the rebound as Hollywood charges towards him and spears him near the ropes. Climbing over Madison’s body, Hollywood then unloads with lefts and rights to Madison’s head. Holding his arms over his face, Madison fends off the last few before Hollywood transitions his attack and delivers a solid right Madison’s chest.

VASSA: “Madison wanted a fight and that’s exactly what Brian is going to give him!”

JOHNSON: “I have a feeling these two are going to beat the life out of one another before this thing is all said and done.”

Standing to his feet, Hollywood kicks Madison in the side a few times before reaching back down and pulling him up from the mat. Drawing back, he then swings forward and connects with a powerful right to Madison’s forehead, knocking him back a few steps. Lunging forward again, Hollywood connects with another punch, and then another, knocking Madison into the ropes. Taking a few steps back, Hollywood then charges towards him and goes for a running big boot to Madison’s head.

VASSA: “Look out Madison!”

As Hollywood’s foot closes in on Madison’s face, Madison quickly ducks and wraps up Hollywood’s other leg. Standing straight up, Madison lifts Hollywood over his head and releases, flipping him over the top rope and dropping him shoulder first to the apron. Quickly pushing himself up, Hollywood rises to one knee as Madison finally turns around to face him. Reaching over the top rope, Madison begins pounding on the back of Hollywood’s head before slamming his knee through the ropes and driving it into Hollywood’s face, knocking him down to the floor. With Hollywood down on the floor, the official then begins the ten count.

“One!”

JOHNSON: “Madison was just too fast for him, avoiding that running big boot to the face.”

“Two!”

Grabbing onto the side of the ring, Hollywood begins pulling himself up.

“Three!”

VASSA: “Come on Brian! You aren’t winning this thing on the outside.”

“Four!”

After watching Hollywood pull himself up for a few moments, Madison then turns to the ropes behind him and takes off.

“Five!”

JOHNSON: “What do we have here?!”

Coming back on the rebound just as Hollywood stands to his feet, Madison leaps forward, through the ropes, and crashes into Hollywood with a suicide dive. The impact sends Hollywood stumbling backwards before coming to an abrupt stop as he crashes into the steel barricade at ringside.

VASSA: “Holy shit!”

JOHNSON: “We don’t normally see Madison do things like that!”

VASSA: “I guess you could say that he’s literally fighting like this is his last match!”

With both men now on the outside, the official restarts his ten count.

“One!”

Pushing himself up, Madison looks ahead to Hollywood holding himself up with his arms stretched across the top of the barricade.

“Two!”

Rushing in, Madison kicks Hollywood in the thigh with his right foot, and then follows up with a left kick to his knee. Jumping into the air, Madison hits Hollywood underneath the chin with a knee and the two flip over the barricade and crash hard to the floor.

“Three!”

The fans quickly step back, leaving an open area around the two as Madison slowly climbs to his feet.

“Four!”

Pulling Hollywood up to his feet, Madison then catches an elbow to the eye. The two then exchange a few punches before Madison positions himself behind Hollywood and locks in a standing sleeper.

“Five!”

JOHNSON: “Chris has him right where he wants him!”

VASSA: “Too bad neither of these guys are going to win this thing on the outside of the ring.”

“Six!”

Erupting and planting both feet into the floor, Madison lifts Hollywood into the air and falls backwards, going for a sleeper suplex.

JOHNSON: “The Sleeper Suplex!”

As he falls backwards with Hollywood lifted into the air, Madison’s back slams against the barricade, stopping him in his tracks as Hollywood rolls out of the suplex and lands on his feet on the other side of the barricade.

“Seven!”

VASSA: “Hollywood weaseled his way out of it!”

JOHNSON: “That Sleeper Suplex could have slowed Brian down if Madison would have connected.”

As his feet hit the floor, Hollywood stumbles backwards and crashes against the side of the ring.

“Eight!”

JOHNSON: “This thing is going to end in a count out!”

VASSA: “If it does, Madison will retain.”

Pushing himself up, Hollywood quickly rolls underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring.

“Nine!”

Rolling back underneath the rope, Hollywood then drops to the outside floor, forcing the official to restart the ten count.

VASSA: “That’s one way to keep this thing from ending prematurely.”

“One!”

Walking over to the barricade, Hollywood reaches over the top with both hands and pulls Madison up to his feet.

“Two!”

Turning Madison around to face him, Hollywood locks onto his head with both hands before slamming it down and driving his face into the top of the barricade.

JOHNSON: “Oh my!”

VASSA: “Madison is going to be seeing stars after that close up with the steel barricade!”

“Three!”

Wrapping his arm around Madison’s head, Hollywood then grabs onto the back of his pants before lifting him up and over the barricade, dropping him onto his back with a suplex.

“Four!”

Rolling on top of Madison in a fluid motion, Hollywood begins pounding away at his face with rapid rights.

VASSA: “I knew this thing was going to be a brawl!”

JOHNSON: “This thing was a brawl long before the match when Hollywood put Frankie down!”

“Five!”

Standing tall, Hollywood pulls Madison to his feet and clocks him across the head with a solid right. He then grabs onto Madison’s head with both hands and drags him towards the corner of the ring.

“Six!”

Stopping in front of the corner of the ring, Hollywood slams Madison’s head forward towards the ring post.

JOHNSON: “He ain’t having it!”

Holding up both hands, Madison grabs onto the ring post and stops his forward movement before his head makes contact with the post.

“Seven!”

Slamming his elbow backwards, Madison hits Hollywood in the mouth, breaking his hold on his head. Turning to face Hollywood, Madison then grabs onto his head with both hands and slams Hollywood face first into the ring post.

TTHHUUMMPP!!!

VASSA: “DAAAAAMN!!!”

Pulling Hollywood’s head back, Madison then rolls him into the ring before climbing onto the apron.

“Eight!”

VASSA: “Hollywood’s forehead is busted wide open!”

Climbing the corner, Madison makes his way to the top as the official stops the count. Not wasting any time, Madison then leaps into the air and comes down with am double foot stomp!

JOHNSON: “NNOOO!!!”

Rolling out of the way, Hollywood avoids the double foot stomp, leaving Madison with nothing but canvas to land on. As Madison turns to face him, Hollywood pops up to his feet and runs at him. Quick on his feet, Madison positions himself to lift Hollywood into the air before dropping him to the mat with a sit-out spinebuster! Crawling over Hollywood, Madison attempts to end it as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Hollywood breaks the officials count before the two. Shaking his head in disbelief, Madison slowly pushes himself up before pacing the ring.

JOHNSON: “I think Madison is in shock seeing Brian kick out from that pin.”

VASSA: “So am I! His face is covered in blood. His ears have to be ringing after kissing the ring post. That spinebuster should have sealed the deal.”

JOHNSON: “He wanted a fight. He has one on his hands now.”

As Hollywood slowly begins to push himself up, Madison quickly turns his attention to him, locking his sights on him. Pulling Hollywood to his feet, Madison then slams a forearm across his face, knocking him back a step. Reaching forward and locking onto Hollywood’s wrist, Madison then whips him to the far ropes before taking off towards the opposite set. Both men hit the ropes hard and come back on the rebound and as they approach each other in the center of the ring, Madison pops his foot up from the mat, aiming it for Hollywood’s face with a yakuza kick.

JOHNSON: “This could be lights out!”

VASSA: “But it ain’t!”

Catching Madison’s leg and wrapping it up in mid air, Hollywood drives forward, lifting Madison into the air and slamming him down onto his back. Standing back up, Hollywood elevates Madison’s leg and begins stomping on the back oh his thigh. Holding it with one hand, Hollywood then rotates his body before falling down with an elbow to the inside of his thigh. Back on his feet, Hollywood kicks Madison in the side of the head a few times before turning his back to him. Leaping up into the air with a backflip, Hollywood lands across Madison’s body with a standing moonsault. Seeming out of it, Madison looks up to the ceiling as Hollywood rolls off of him and stands to his feet. Walking to the corner, Hollywood stands back with his eyes locked on Madison, waiting for him to rise to his feet.

VASSA: “Earlier Madison was able to reverse a running big boot to his face and now Hollywood has returned the favor with a reversal from that yakuza kick.”

JOHNSON: “These two aren’t making it easy for each other, that’s for sure!”

VASSA: “Madison wanted competition! Hollywood is bringing the competition and then some!”

Pushing himself up to one knee, Madison keeps his head down as he slowly regains himself. Patiently waiting, Hollywood stands back, looking for an opportunity to strike. As Madison then rises to both feet, Hollywood hurries over and nearly takes his head off with a swift superkick to the jaw.

JOHNSON: “The Executive Promise!”

VASSA: “The champ is down! The champ is down!”

JOHNSON: “This could be it! Brian is going for the pin!”

Dropping down to both knees, Hollywood then covers Madison and hooks the leg as the official drops in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: “NNNOOOOOO!!!”

VASSA: “HOLY SHIT!!!”

In complete shock, Hollywood wipes the blood from his eyes before staring down at Madison. Like a deer in the headlights, he doesn’t take his eyes off Madison as he stares down to him in complete disbelief.

JOHNSON: “That kick normally seals the deal for Brian but that wasn’t the case just now.”

VASSA: “How in the world did Madison kick out from that?!”

JOHNSON: “That’s the question on everyone’s mind right now.”

Snapping out of it, Hollywood then stands tall. Not wasting a single second, he turns to the ropes across the ring and takes off towards them. Coming back on the rebound, Hollywood slightly jumps up from the mat and extends his feet in front of him, planting them both into the side of Madison’s head with a dropkick. The impact forces Madison to roll over to his stomach and as Hollywood rises, Madison pushes himself up to all fours. Drawing his arm back, Hollywood hits Madison over the back with back to back forearms before pulling him up to his feet. Standing Madison up, Hollywood hits him with a punch and kick combination and then turns to the nearby ropes. Hitting them hard and coming back with speed, Hollywood leaps into the air and wraps his arm around Madison’s head, falling backwards and driving his head into the canvas with a running DDT.

VASSA: “Madison eats canvas!”

JOHNSON: “That DDT did a number on him.”

VASSA: “Hollywood’s going for the pin again!”

Covering Madison, Hollywood makes the pin as the official drops in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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TH–

VASSA: “Holy hell he kicked out again!”

JOHNSON: “Unbelievable!”

Shocked once again, Hollywood pops his head up and looks to the official. Shaking his head back and forth, Hollywood then pushes himself up and approaches the official. Backing the official into the corner, Hollywood yells at him furiously, angered by the count. Standing his ground, the official argues back, justifying his count and calling for Hollywood to stand down. Meanwhile, Madison slowly begins rolling over to his stomach before pushing himself up. Ignoring what’s going on behind him, Hollywood continues arguing with the official.

JOHNSON: “Arguing with the ref isn’t going to get you anything! He can’t go back and recount!”

VASSA: “Brian better get his head back in the game because Madison is almost back to his feet.”

JOHNSON: “This is exactly why you don’t argue with the official!”

Rising to his feet, Madison looks across the ring at Hollywood arguing with the official and his back turned. Limping over to him, Madison stands behind Hollywood and reaches around him, locking onto his wrist across the other side of his body. In the blink of an eye, Madison then pulls Hollywood’s wrist as hard as he can, forcing him to spin around. Hollywood spins in a complete three-sixty and as he does, Madison spins as well and hits Hollywood in the back of the head with a rolling elbow strike.

VASSA: “It’s lights out for Hollywood!”

JOHNSON: “Comatosed!”

Dropping to the mat, Hollywood lays motionless as Madison then rolls him over to his stomach and makes the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

VASSA: “NNNOOOOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: “HOLLYWOOD KICKED OUT!!!”

VASSA: “How was that even possible?!”

Stunned, Madison pushes himself up and leans back on both knees, placing his hands on his hips. Shaking his head back and forth, Madison then pushes himself up and stands over Hollywood, looking down to him once more before taking a deep breath. Reaching down and grabbing ahold of Hollywood’s arm, Madison pulls him up and then whips him to the far ropes. As Hollywood returns, Madison runs at him and leaps into the air, crashing into Hollywood with a Lou Thesz Press and taking him down to the mat. With Hollywood underneath him, Madison then unloads with vicious elbow strikes to Hollywood’s head, connecting with three before Hollywood manages to get his arms up and defend himself. Shifting his body, Madison then cradles Hollywood and begins slamming rapid knees into his ribcage.

Pushing himself up, Madison roars as loud as he can while extending both arms. Snapping his attention back to Hollywood, Madison then reaches down and pulls him up to his feet. Ducking down and wrapping Hollywood up, Madison sets him up for a Northern Lights Suplex but before he can lift him into the air, Hollywood swings down with his right arm and slams it across Madison’s back. Pushing Madison a few steps back but keeping his head down, Hollywood locks onto his head with both hands before popping his leg up from the mat and driving his knee into Madison’s face. Pulling Madison’s head up, Hollywood applies a three-quarter facelock and steps forward to bring him down with a front face bulldog but Pulling his head out, Madison then pushes him in the back and sends him towards the ropes.

JOHNSON: “Brian almost has him right there!”

VASSA: “I don’t know how but Madison managed to slip out of that move.”

JOHNSON: “Hollywood hits the ropes!”

As Hollywood comes back on the rebound, Madison steps towards him and hits him with a knee to the stomach. With Hollywood lunged over, Madison then applies a front face lock and pulls Hollywood down to the mat, positioning him between his legs.

VASSA: “Uh-oh! This ain’t good for Hollywood!”

JOHNSON: “That’s the last place he wants to be when in the ring with Chris Madison.”

Swinging his right leg over Hollywood’s back, Madison secures his other over the back of Hollywood’s head, locking in the Peruvian Necktie.

VASSA: “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Madison has it locked in!”

JOHNSON: “He’s deadly when he locks someone in the Peruvian Necktie!”

VASSA: “Just tap Brian!”

Squirming wildly, Hollywood tries to free himself but the more he moves, the more he locks himself into the hold. Using every bit of energy he has left in the tank, Madison tries to rip Hollywood in half.

JOHNSON: “Brian isn’t giving up just yet.”

VASSA: “I don’t know how much more of this he can take.”

Fighting through the pain, Hollywood continues to try and pull himself away from Madison’s clutches. Using his position to his advantage, Madison keeps the lock in tact, growing red in the face as he literally tries to break Hollywood. After a few more moments of struggle, Hollywood finally begins slapping the mat. Spotting the tap, the official then stands to his feet and signals for the bell.

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

VASSA: “That’s it! Seventeen wins!”

Hearing the bell echo throughout the arena, Madison releases his hold, freeing Hollywood and leaving him to roll towards the edge of the ring. Pushing himself up, Madison’s body twitches from the adrenaline racing through him. Stepping in beside him, the official hands him the Pride Championship as “You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)” hits the speakers. With the championship in one hand, Madison then lifts it above his head as the official raises his other arm.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW Pride Champion… CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

“You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War)” by Bullet For My Valentine continues to play over the P.A. system as Chris Madison stands alone in the center of the ring. He holds the 4CW Pride Championship with both hands and looks down at it as the live audience roars, rising to their feet and applauding him for the battle he just went through with Brian Hollywood. Chris flips the championship over his shoulder and marches towards the ropes, signaling for the ring crew to hand him a microphone. Chris walks back to the center of the ring, microphone in hand, and waits for the crowd to quiet down a bit before speaking.

MADISON: “When I walked through those doors tonight, I wasn’t sure on how this night would play out. I’ve played this…”

Madison paused for a moment as the hand that he was clutching the 4CW Pride championship with raised up towards the side of his head, pointing with his index finger and slowly rotating it in a circle.

MADISON: “…out in my head over and over again. Wallace publicly offered me a new contract. One that would make me the highest paid talent on this roster. But what Wallace fails to realize is that this has never been about money. It’s about respect, about PRIDE! Twenty-one times I have walked out to this ring in front of all of you and left everything I had inside this ring. I’ve only climbed through these ropes once without having my hand raised after the bell rang and that was done by choice; because I have too much PRIDE to be used as a form of discipline against a guy that I look at as a brother. So let me make this perfectly clear for Perry Wallace, just to clear up any confusion, I’m not signing your contract!”

The crowd lets out bellowing boos, displeased by the thought of Chris Madison leaving 4CW.

MADISON: “Truth is, I’ve already signed a contract to compete elsewhere, but there’s a five hundred pound gorilla in the room. Perry Wallace and a team of attorney’s found this loophole in my 4CW Pride Championship contract that obligates me to defend the belt as booked; despite not having an active 4CW contract. Failure to do so would result in a forfeit loss and relinquishing the championship belt. As much as Frankie Morrison may disagree, that just doesn’t sit right with me. No matter how much I want to just leave 4CW behind, I’m not about to hand someone a victory over me that wasn’t earned, and I’m not about to just give Perry this championship belt so it can be ran into the ground like every other person that has held it before me!”

The audience takes a turn, rising to their feet and applauding Madison’s suggestion of staying as long as he’s champion.

MADISON: “As long as their is breath in my lungs, and fight in my heart, I will defend this 4CW Pride Championship against whoever he lines up! You people deserve at least that much from me. There hasn’t been a night that I’ve walked out here and you turned a blind eye to what I was accomplishing inside this ring. That respect, it means the world to me, and now its time to repay you. You deserve a 4CW Pride Champion that will fight tooth and nail for everything this belt is supposed to represent.”

A Madison chant breaks out, forcing the 4CW Pride Champion to quiet down and take it all in.

MADISON: “Brian Hollywood failed to accomplish what everyone has tried. So Perry, find your next horse to back and send him my way at Fright Night!”

Madison drops the mic and steps out through the ropes. He stops on the apron and soaks in the reaction the crowd is giving him. He punches his arms outward, horizontally, with the 4CW Pride Championship held in his right hand. He brings his hand inward and pounds his chest twice before dropping down to the arena floor and making his way up the ramp, slapping the fans hands along the entranceway.

The camera cuts backstage after the Pride Championship match. He’s been standing in front of the monitor watching. He’s a bit confused by what has transpired lately with Frankie Morrison and Chris Madison’s contract issue with 4CW. Gabriel Hartman approaches him.

HARTMAN: “Mr. Lucien, tough luck tonight. I know you and Candice Turner really wanted to win the 4CW Tag Team Championship titles. I haven’t seen your tag team partner since you’re match. Yet, here you are paying close attention to Chris Madison. The question is why?”

Maddox turns to look at Hartman. He gives him brief look over.

LUCIEN: “Nice suit. Maybe I should invest.”

HARTMAN: “Ummm. Excuse me?”

LUCIEN: “Come on, Gabe. Learn to take a compliment. You want to know why I’m paying to Chris Madison?”

HARTMAN: “I am interested to know.”

Maddox nods and puts his other arm around Hartman’s shoulders.

LUCIEN: “That guy just defended the 4CW Pride Championship. He has yet to be defeated in 4CW. Hell, he hasn’t been beaten. There may be a smudge on his record…a draw. But who really gives a shit about a draw?”

Maddox shakes his head.

LUCIEN: “Draws are only important when there’s a playoff involved and they rarely ever matter anyway.”

HARTMAN: “What are you getting at, Mr. Lucien?”

Maddox smiles and gives Hartman a few taps on the shoulder. He removes his arm.

LUCIEN: “It may not happen in 4CW, but you’re looking at a guy that in a few days will be putting that win streak to the test in the invitational Road to Glory show that NJFC is running. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m under contract here in 4CW. However, when a guy like Frankie Morrison is throwing out challenges for anyone to take the chance of ending that streak, I can’t look in the mirror respecting myself if I don’t answer it.”

Maddox looks at the camera.

LUCIEN: “Resiliency, Chris? Look in the dictionary before we meet with Mark Storm. After I put your streak to an end, a new meaning will be there. Maddox Lucien.”

Maddox turns to leave as the camera keeps him in view until he turns a corner down another hallway.

MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
ROUND THREE FINALS

TROUBLED MOON VS. ASCENDED SUPREMACY ©

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

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Tag Team Championships and a cash prize of one hundred thousand dollars!”

“Unsung” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song. Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. With a serious look on his face, Bryan stands in the ring waiting for his opponent.

POWERS: “His partner…”

The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back, almost sliding out with a smile on his face and a dip in his step as he hears the place give him both jeers and cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.

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

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

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

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

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell.

JOHNSON: “For the random pairing and chemistry these two don’t have, they have done fairly well for themselves here tonight.”

VASSA: “They made it to the championship match baby! This is backfiring in Perry’s face!”

JOHNSON: “They haven’t exactly been the most dynamic team, if you could even consider them a team.”

VASSA: “The only thing this duo needs is a third leg by the name of Alpha!”

JOHNSON: “You can wish all you want to but that’s not going to happen.”

VASSA: “You be the one to tell Cashe then because I’m not going to break his heart!”

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)

(Freedom)”

The husband and wife duo of Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson make their way out on stage slowly. They stand tall on stage soaking in the boo’s and hatred from the crowd while holding their arms high into the air triumphantly with the 4CW Tag Team Championships strapped proudly around their waists.

“Let me tell you, I’m vicious

Not pass-aggressive

I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I get it

And I’m a savage

It’s automatic

I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static”

POWERS: “They are Wrestling’s only true Royalty… Jason P. and Tara Davidsonnnnn… they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions… ASCENDED SUPREMACY!!!”

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

“Cause victory is all you need

So cultivate and plant the seed

Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten”

Tara makes her way up the steel ring steps as Jason hops up to the ring apron. Tara strides along the ring apron as Jason leans down and holds the ropes open. The camera pans around and watches closely as Tara bends over as she steps through the ropes and enters the ring.

“I’m gonna make it rain, so ring the bell

I know it all too well

Switchblade on the edge of your wrist

Can I get a witness? (Witness)

Cause agony brings no reward

For one more hit and one last score

Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord”

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

VASSA: “Say what you want, like them or hate them, there’s no denying that these two are a dominating force in tag team wrestling.”

JOHNSON: “They’re resume is quite impressive, winning tag team gold just about anywhere they step foot into.”

VASSA: “Not only are these two a power couple in the ring, they’re a power couple outside of the ring as well. JPD lucked up when he bagged that stripper!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think he would appreciate you talking about his wife like that.”

VASSA: “You should hear half the shit he says himself!”

JOHNSON: “Let’s just get back on topic.”

VASSA: “That we shall!”

JOHNSON: “So this is it folks. The winner of this match will not only be the 4CW Tag Team Champions. The winner of this match will not only win one hundred thousand dollars. The winner of this match will officially be crowned the winners of Bad Company Two, a tournament that has been guaranteed to take place for many years to come.”

VASSA: “Bryan Williams is one half of the winners from last year. Winning it for the second time say a lot for him, especially considering he has a different partner this year.”

JOHNSON: “Winning this for The Davidson’s will also make a huge statement. They’ve already successfully defended the championships twice tonight. To do that a third time… in the same night… that’s strong!”

VASSA: “They’ve been on a roll ever since signing with 4CW. The momentum is in their favor. The odds are even in this favor. There’s only one problem.”

JOHNSON: “What’s that?”

VASSA: “Jason Cashe. That man standing across the ring with his toothless grin. If anyone is able to fuck up a good thing it’s that man. 4CW is his home, he said it himself. I expect nothing less than the best possible effort from him, and the other three.”

JOHNSON: “This is a match with the best of the best. I think we can cut the small talk. It’s time to get down to business.”

VASSA: “Amen!”

In their corner, Cashe and Bryan discuss strategy, the best those two can at least, with one another. Stepping aside, Cashe dips through the ropes and steps onto the apron, leaving Bryan to start things off. Across from them, JPD and Tara both hand their championships to the official before he makes his way to the center of the ring. After some small talk, JPD steps onto the apron, leaving Tara to kick things off. In the center of the ring, the official holds the championships high above his head, turning to display them to each side of the ring. Walking to the ropes, the official hands them to a member of the ringside crew before shuffling back to the center of the ring. With both corners read to go, the official then calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “Here we go!”

VASSA: “All four of them competed in last years event, but only two will leave here tonight the winner of Bad Company Two.”

Making the first move, the defending champion, Tara makes her way to the center of the ring. Standing back, Bryan looks on with a cold stare, Brushing the hair from his face, he then takes a step forward before being startled.

CASHE: “LET’S GO!!!”

Slamming his fist onto the top turnbuckle, Cashe cheers his partner on, more so amused at the fact he made Bryan almost jump from the mat. Looking back to Cashe, Bryan shakes his head, obviously irritated, but quickly brushes it off before turning back to Tara who is right there to catch him off guard again, this time with a slap across the face. As Bryan’s head whips to the side, she then follows up with a kick to the gut. Wrapping her arms around Bryan, she then drops him down head first to the mat with a cradle DDT. Bryan’s head bounces off the mat as his body flips over and flies over Tara, crashing hard to the canvas.

VASSA: “GODDAMN SON!!!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think that was the end result Cashe was expecting when he decided to scare Bryan.”

VASSA: “Knowing him, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.”

Pulling Bryan up from the mat, Tara locks onto his wrist and then whips him towards the ropes.

JOHNSON: “Bryan reverses it!”

Sending Tara to the ropes instead, Bryan readies himself as she comes back on the rebound and steps forward with a vicious clothesline. Ducking underneath Bryan’s arm, Tara continues to the ropes and leaps into the air. Planting her feet on the middle ropes, she springboards off and rotates her body, flying in mid-air. Closing in on Bryan as he turns around, Tara aims for his head with a flying forearm. Sidestepping Tara, Bryan avoids contact as she hits the canvas and rolls up to her feet, still running for the ropes. As Tara comes back on the rebound, Bryan lifts her off her feet with a tilt-a-whirl but Tara manages to wrap her legs around his head, flipping him across the ring with a headscissors takedown.

VASSA: “That back and forth had to come to an end sometime.”

JOHNSON: “He almost had her with a tilt-a-whirl something until she turned it around and took matters into her own hands.”

VASSA: “Jesus I love watching her in action!”

Dragging Bryan towards her corner, Tara places his foot onto the bottom rope before tagging JPD in. Using the ropes to launch himself up and over the top, JPD comes down with an elbow drop to the inside of Bryan’s thigh. Pushing himself up, JPD winks at Tara before she turns away and exits to the apron. Pulling Bryan up from the mat, JPD then drags him a few feet away from the corner before bending him over, lifting him into the air and powerbombing him back first into the corner. Looking at Bryan holding himself up in the corner with his arms draped over the top ropes, JPD nods before charging in with an elbow aimed for Bryan’s head.

JOHNSON: “Look away Bry–“

VASSA: “Eat boot JPD!”

Kicking his leg up, Bryan plants his foot into JPD’s face as he closes in, turning him completely around and knocking him away from the corner. As JPD slowly turns around holding his mouth, Bryan pushes himself away from the corner and hits him in the stomach with a superkick, forcing him to lunge over. Backing up and hitting the ropes, Bryan comes back with a little speed and hits JPD with another superkick, this time on top of his head. JPD falls backwards and hits the mat in a seated position. Before he knows it, Bryan hits the ropes again and comes back with a shining wizard, leveling him!

VASSA: “Bryan knows how to use those legs. I figure it must be from having his face busied in between Tate’s all the time.”

JOHNSON: “Like groceries?”

VASSA: “Eating the booty all night long!”

Pulling JPD up from the mat, Bryan then whips him to the far corner where Cashe awaits on the apron. Just as JPD crashes into the corner, Cashe pops his knee through the ropes and drives it into JPD’s lower back. Leaning back in tremendous pain, JPD moves his head closer to Cashe. Sticking his finger in his mouth, Cashe rolls it around in a complete circle before pulling it out and sticking it in JPD’s ear, giving him a Wet Willie. Feeling the wetness in his ear, JPD quickly jerks his head forward but as he does, Bryan is right there to hit him with a running clothesline. Pulling JPD away from the corner, Bryan slaps hands with Cashe before dragging him a few feet away and keeping his head held down. Climbing the corner, Cashe leaps from the top and comes down butt first on JPD’s head, slamming him down face first to the canvas.

JOHNSON: “Is that what you mean?”

VASSA: “If Cashe had sat on his face, absolutely!”

JOHNSON: “Eating the booty like groceries looks painful.”

VASSA: “It’s a delicacy!”

Rolling JPD over to his back, Cashe makes the cover just as Bryan steps through the ropes to the apron. Racing over, the official slides in with the count.

ONE

Pushing himself up and away from JPD, Cashe holds his hand up and begins shaking his finger back and forth. He then stands to his feet and begins kicking JPD over and over in the side. Leaping straight up, Cashe comes down with a head to head headbutt. Rolling over to his back, Cashe quickly grabs ahold of his own head, obviously feeling the impact from that headbutt himself. With both men down, the official then begins the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

VASSA: “I swear he inflicts more brain damage on himself than anyone else.”

Hearing the officials count, both men begin rolling over to their stomachs.

“Four! … Five!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t even know what the point of this double count out is. Someone has to leave here tonight a winner.”

Pushing themselves up, both men stand at the same time. Taking a swing for Cashe’s head, JPD comes up short as Cashe ducks and steps in behind him. Extending both arms, Cashe then swings them together, hitting both of JPD’s ears with a bell clap. JPD stumbles forward into the corner as Bryan reaches over the top rope and hits him with a right to the back of the head. As JPD holds himself up with the ropes, Cashe takes a few steps back and then begins dragging his foot across the mat like a bull. Charging forward, Cashe leaps head first towards JPD’s midsection.

VASSA: “OOOUUUCCCHHH!!!”

Rolling out of the way, JPD leaves an empty corner for Cashe to land into and go head first into the ropes, slamming his head against the ring post. Grabbing onto Cashe’s feet, JPD elevates his entire body as he lifts them up. Stepping back and ripping Cashe away from the corner, JPD pulls on him but comes to an abrupt stop as Cashe locks both hands onto the middle ropes. Refusing to let go, Cashe holds on for dear life as JPD pulls and pulls away at him.

JOHNSON: “If someone doesn’t let go, Cashe is going to get ripped in half.”

VASSA: “Going to start calling him Stretch Armstrong after this match is said and done.”

Giving one last tug, JPD finally rips Cashe’s hands away from the ropes, pulling him away from the corner and dropping him face first to the mat. Instantly Cashe begins pushing himself up but JPD goes on the assault with forearms across his back. Keeping Cashe down, JPD then kicks him in the stomach over and over and with the final kick, he accidentally connects with Cashe’s member.

VASSA: “OH FUCK!!!”

JOHNSON: “Oh my! I don’t think the official even saw it.”

VASSA: “I sure as shit did from this angle.”

Shocked at what he did, JPD then bursts into laughter as Cashe rolls over to his back, holding himself and his face turning bright red. Pulling Cashe up to his feet, JPD holds him in place, Cashe not putting up much of a fight due to the pain settling in his stomach. JPD then drops him to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. As if the move didn’t bother him one bit, Cashe continues holding himself as a sick look comes over his face. Turning to the ropes, JPD takes off towards them and as he comes back on the rebound, he leaps into the air and comes down with a leg drop.

VASSA: “Payback is a bitch!”

Popping up before JPD lands on him, Cashe swings upward and punches JPD underneath the balls. JPD still lands on Cashe but immediately rolls off of him and over to his knees, curled up on the canvas and holding himself now, feeling the same pain that still lingers in Cashe’s stomach. Cashe then slowly forces himself up from the mat before drawing back and coming down with a bitch slap across the back of JPD’s head. He then lifts JPD up from the canvas but keeps him hunched over. Wrapping him up, Cashe then begins slamming multiple knees into JPD’s head before lifting him off his feet and flipping him over his head, throwing him to the center of the ring as he falls to the mat himself.

JOHNSON: “I can’t believe he had enough in him to even do that after taking that foot to his manhood.”

VASSA: “Cashe is my boy and all, but I ain’t going to lie. He’s got that retard strength when you least expect it.”

Limping over to JPD, Cashe jumps forward and comes down with a stomp across JPD’s fingers spread across the mat. He quickly pulls his hand in as Cashe focuses on another opening. Reaching down, Cashe grabs ahold of JPD’s nipple and twists it an almost one-eighty degrees. Pulling JPD up from the mat, Cashe then whips him to an empty corner. As JPD collides into the turnbuckle and drops to a seated position, Cashe takes off towards him and as he closes in, he leaps forward and flips, hitting JPD in the midsection with a corner cannonball.

Back on his feet, Cashe then turns around and points his behind in the direction of JPD’s face. Closing in for a stink face, Cashe gets caught by surprise as JPD reaches up and grabs onto the back of his waistband, lifting up and giving Cashe a wedgie. Screaming, Cashe pumps his feet to move away from the corner but as he does, he pulls JPD up to his feet as he refuses to let go of Cashe’s pants. Once on his feet, JPD then gives them another tug upward, pulling Cashe pants even further into the crevices. Falling backwards, JPD hits the mat with his back, pulling Cashe and throwing him over his body, slingshotting him into the corner.

VASSA: “This shit ain’t even wrestling!”

JOHNSON: “Tell me about it! It’s like two kids on the playground during recess.”

On his feet, JPD pulls Cashe up to his feet and then throws him towards the corner where Tara awaits on the apron. Charging at Cashe full speed, JPD comes at him with a clothesline but misses as Cashe rolls forward. Popping back to his feet, Cashe then pushes JPD in the back, knocking him forward into Tara, making contact. Quickly, the official recognizes it as a tag as Cashe then turns and races over to his corner, slapping hands with Bryan.

VASSA: “We have two tags and two fresh bodies now legal.”

JOHNSON: “JPD tagging Tara was a little unexpected but what are you going to do?”

VASSA: “Maybe we can see some actual wrestling now.”

Both Bryan and Tara enter the ring as Cashe and JPD exit onto the apron. Cheering on his partner, Cashe screams at the top of his lungs with some words of encouragement.

CASHE: “Now you can get your hands on an actual woman!”

Shaking his head in irritation, Bryan waves off Cashe as he turns to Tara. The two meet in the center of the ring. Shooting in for Tara’s legs, Bryan comes up empty handed as she sidesteps him. Popping up to his feet, Bryan turns to face her and to his surprise, she goes for his head with a roundhouse kick. Ducking underneath her leg, Bryan pops back up and catches it as it passes by. Lifting it up as high as he can, he throws her backwards across the ring and down to her back.

Before she can get up, Bryan is right there to hit her with a standing elbow drop to the chest. Back on his feet and standing over her head, Bryan reaches down to pick her up but as he does, Tara kicks her leg up and plants her foot into his face, stocking him backwards across the ring before falling to a seated position. The two then race to get to their feet, Tara standing first. Rushing in on Bryan, She takes a swing for his head but Bryan dodges it and positions himself behind her. Wrapping her up around the waist, Bryan then lifts her up and slams her to the mat with a bridging German suplex. Racing over for the count, the official slides in beside them.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “If Tara hasn’t proved it already, it’s going to take a lot more than that to put her away.”

JOHNSON: “You never know, Vinny. Any opportunity you get, you have to take it!”

Not wasting any time at all, Bryan quickly rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up. Grabbing ahold of Tara, Bryan pulls her in closely and wraps her up with both arms, squeezing her tightly. Using all of his strength, Bryan then throws her over his head with a belly to belly suplex, sending her flying across the ring. Hitting the mat and rolling up to a seated position, Tara remains down with her back to Bryan. As he gets to his feet, Bryan runs right past her and hits the ropes in front of her. Coming back on the rebound, he drives his knee upward into her face, knocking her flat on her back.

VASSA: “No wonder your lady mistreats you Bryan! You don’t treat women like that! Especially fine ones like Tara!”

JOHNSON: “That was completely legal.”

VASSA: “I don’t give a damn!”

Turning to the nearby corner, Bryan quickly makes his way over to it. Climbing to the top, he overlooks the crowd with his back turned to the ring.

VASSA: “Hold fucking shit! It’s about to happen!”

JOHNSON: “What’s about to happen, Vinny?”

VASSA: “A quadruple moonsault double footstomp crip walk!”

JOHNSON: “What the– that’s not even possible!”

As Bryan readies himself for an aerial attack, JPD quickly races along the apron and catches him by surprise, shaking the top rope violently and forcing Bryan to lose his balance and fall down to the top tuckbuckle, legs spread and crushing his manly parts. Holding himself up in a world of pain, Bryan grabs onto himself to soothe the pain. Grabbing Bryan’s head with both hands, JPD then shoves him off the top of the corner, knocking him down to the mat.

VASSA: “These guys might as well just castrate one another. The only thing we’re lacking is a cunt punt to Tara.”

JOHNSON: “We knew this thing was going to get dirty by the end. All of these wrestlers are tired from their previous matches. They’re pulling out all the stops now.”

With both Tara and Bryan down, the official begins the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Slowly pushing themselves up, both make it to all fours.

“Five! … Six! … Seven!”

Rising to her feet first, Tara breaks the officials ten count before looking to Bryan and locking in her sights. Moving in closely, Tara reaches with both hands but gets taken by surprise as Bryan rises up and drives an elbow right into her stomach.

CASHE: “Tag me in buddy!”

Yelling from across the ring, Cashe also waves his hands back and forth in the air, thirsty for Bryan’s attention. Locking onto Tara’s wrist, Bryan uses all of his body weight to sling her towards the corner where Cashe anxiously awaits. Taking off behind her, Bryan draws his arm back but as he closes in, Tara leaps forward and plants both hands on the top ropes. Pushing off, she shoots herself into the air and over Bryan as he lunges forward and connects with a slap across Cashe’s face.

VASSA: “Whoa now!”

JOHNSON: “That’s a tag!”

Stunned, Cashe quickly turns his attention to Bryan as he holds his arms out to the side, shrugging at the mistake. Nodding with a smile on his face, Cashe then enters the ring without hesitation as Bryan dips through the ropes. Standing back, Tara prepares herself for a throw down with Cashe.

JOHNSON: “Hopefully this go round in the ring will be a little different from the last. We want to see some wrestling!”

Pointing to Tara, Cashe begins running his mouth before turning around instantly and slapping Bryan across the face.

VASSA: “OH SNAP!!!”

Upon impact of the slap, the official recognizes it as a tag. The camera zooms in to Bryan’s face as his lips read “what the fuck?” Before he knows it, Cashe reaches over the top rope and grabs ahold of Bryan, pulling him up and over the top rope and into the ring. Popping up to his feet, Bryan confronts Cashe face to face as the two then begin arguing loudly. Still standing back, Tara watches, a bit confused before turning to look across the ring at JPD. The camera turns to JPD and zooms in as his lips read “just let them argue.” As the two yell down each others throats, the official finally walks over and begins the five count.

“One!”

Stepping back, Cashe holds up both hands as the camera zooms in and reads his lips. “My bad, damn.”

“Two!”

Cashe then turns to exit the ring as Bryan turns away from him and focuses on Tara.

“Three!”

Stopping in front of the ropes, Cashe then turns around and hits Bryan in the back of the head with a superman elbow!

JOHNSON: “The Mark of Jason!”

VASSA: “OH NO BRYAN!!!”

Stumbling forward, Bryan drops down to one knee and leans over.

“Four!”

Laughing hysterically, Cashe then dips through the ropes and drops down to the floor below. Yelling obscenities, Cashe then waves his hand at the ring and then turns to the ramp and stomps up it and to the back.

JOHNSON: “What just happened?!”

VASSA: “Cashe just turned on Bryan and said to hell with this championship match and the money!”

Looking over to JPD, Tara and him lock eyes, stunned at what just happened in front of them. Zooming in to JPD’s face, his lips then read “PUT HIM AWAY!” Turning to the ropes behind her, Tara back steps and comes back on the rebound, jumping into the air and hitting Bryan in the back of the head with a scissors kick, slamming him face first to the canvas.

JOHNSON: “The Goodnight Kiss!”

VASSA: “This one’s over and it’s all thanks to his partner!”

Rolling Bryan over to his back, Tara then makes the cover as the official drops in with the count and JPD enters the ring with his arms held above his head.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Ascended Supremacy wins it! They retain the 4CW Tag Team Championships and win one hundred thousand dollars!”

VASSA: “Seeing this gives me that deja vu feeling. Last year Dakota turned on Ramona and left her in the ring for the buzzards to feed on.”

JOHNSON: “It is what it is but there’s no denying the dominance that Ascended Supremacy possesses in the tag team division.”

“Cut The Cord” hits the speakers as JPD helps Tara to her feet and embraces her with a hug. The two celebrate for a short moment before the official steps in between them and hands each their half of the Tag Team Championships. Raising the belts above their heads, the two overlook the crowd who in return give them negative feedback with boos. Raising both Tara and JPS’s hands into the air, the official declares them the winners.

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

POWERS: “Here are your winners of Bad Company Two and still 4CW Tag Team Champions, Tara and Jason Parker Davidson… ASCENDED SSUUPPRREEMMAACCYY!!!”

Walking to opposite corners, Tara and JPD climb to the top, holding the championships high above their heads and putting them on display for the entire world.

JOHNSON: “Well that’s it for tonight folks. It’s been a wild ride from start to finish but Bad Company Two is in the books.”

VASSA: “We saw a lot of great tag team action in the ring here tonight, and not to mention one hell of a successful title defense by the hands of Chris Madison.”

JOHNSON: “Tonight is a huge night for those as they came into the Scottrade Center and did exactly what they said they were going to do.”

VASSA: “I’m anxious to see what plays out with Madison and this no contract situation but being the Pride Champion.”

JOHNSON: “He told Perry to give him the best he has at Fright Night. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see who that is. I honestly figured you’d be more worried about what Tara and JPD were going to spend their winnings on.”

VASSA: “Strip club, plain and simple. They’re going to take Tara back to her glory days.”

JOHNSON: “If you say so, but I highly doubt that. It’s good to dream though.”

VASSA: “You’re exactly right about that!”

JOHNSON: “Well folks, that’s all the time we have for tonight. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head to the Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa! I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa, good night!”

Stepping down from their corners, Tara and JPD unite in the center of the ring with their Tag Team Championships on full display. Wrapping his free arm around Tara, JPD pulls her in closely as the two overlook the displeased crowd. Slowly fading to black, the scene then transitions to a picture of the final bracket for Bad Company Two.