ADRENALINE E56 (088)


ADRENALINE E56 NOVEMBER 23RD, 2016
NORFOLK SCOPE NORFOLK, VA

PRE-SHOW
THOMAS ROLL VS. JOSEPH SULLIVAN

Making his 4CW debut, Thomas Roll did so in style! Facing off with the 4CW veteran, Roll didn’t waste a single second as he broke Sullivan down from the start of the match. After a series of belly to back suplexes, Roll rung Sullivan’s bell with a superkick to the dome! Making a comeback late in the match, Sullivan let things slip through his fingers as Roll reversed a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and turned it into a tilt-a-whirl reverse DDT! After executing the Big Whirly, Roll put Sullivan away for the one, two, and three!

Earlier today…

Wearing a pair of dress slacks and a white button up shirt, Eli is seen getting out of the backseat of an uber, with Genie getting out of the other side. Genie is busy looking at her phone and running her fingers over the touch screen quickly while Eli has his own phone pressed up against his ear. The camera crew that has spotted them manages to pick up Eli’s words with crystal clear clarity.

E. CARLSON: ”Yeah it’s been a rough week but Adrenaline has always been a night where things turn around, tonight isn’t going to be any different. We made Hopkins our bitch two weeks ago and he’s itching for it to happen again. Who the hell am I to keep a black man from getting what he wants? God forbid they he have to work for anything. Just expect the white man to give and give and give.”

His words, extremely racist in nature, draw Genie’s attention but the smirk she sees on Eli’s face let her know that he’s only saying those things to get a reaction out of whoever it is that he’s talking to on the phone.

E. CARLSON: ”Yeah… yeah I’ve heard that Hops thinks he’s going to get some kind of revenge tonight. He can bring it on. I’ll be waiting. Besides, I’ve got a surprise for him. Impatient little bastard is going to have to wait until Winter Wasteland for it though. I don’t care what he says or does tonight.”

Slipping her phone into her pocket, Gen moves closer to Eli and puts her arms around his waist as the two walk into the arena. A few more moments pass before Eli says goodbye to the person on the other end of the phone. He’s quick to plant a kiss on the top of his wife’s head as he slides his own phone into his pocket.

G. CARLSON: ”What was that about, babe?”

E. CARLSON: ”The future, love, and the inescapability of it.”

A twinkle in Eli’s eye hints at something devious that’s in the works but before anymore of their conversation can be caught on camera, Eli and Genie pass by the crew and Eli is quick to shove the man holding the camera to the ground as the video feed cuts to static.

OPENING MATCH
NO HOLDS BARRED
DARIN MATTHEWS VS. MAX KAEL

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

Everyone in the crowd goes quiet as “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy blares on the PA System and the lighting dims to a bare white lighting. Darin Matthews comes out walking slowly in a sport coat in his tights on with sun glasses on. Matthews makes it slowly towards the entrance ramp and stops until the chorus hits.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall… DARIN MMAATTTTHHEEWWSS!!!”

Matthews takes the sun glasses off quickly and clips them to his coat and the lights dim to where a spotlight hits him and the video cuts out. As Zion walks down towards the entrance ramp, fans try grabbing at him to high five him and Matthews screams at them, “Don’t Touch Me, Worthless Sheep.” Standing front row, a fan holds a sign, grabbing his attention as he walks by.

#M2M

As Matthews makes it towards the ring, Matthews stops for a moment and rushes up towards the steps, wiping his feet before entering the ring. Matthews jumps into the ring and immediately climbs up towards the top rope before the lights turn to gold. Matthews looks towards the sky and smirks sadistically as the fans immediately start booing. The music cuts off and the crowd immediately erupts into a “Man to Man” chant before changing it to “Zion sucks.” Matthews screams out “Don’t say that name” before he nods for a moment, stopping taking it this scene in and the immense hatred the crowd has for him being in 4 Corners Wrestling. Matthews smiles for a moment just letting the audience get it all out of their system.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“Rats Rule” by Die Antwoord feat. Jack Black booms out onto the speaker system as they kill the house lights. Four spot lights center in on the stage as Max Kael swaggers out to the sound of boos. He doesn’t seem phased by the reaction he receives, his blue eye staring down at the ring as he stretches his arms on stage. As he makes his way down to the ring extra security arrives to make sure fans are unable to touch Max who continues to pay little to no attention to.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred sixty pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall… MAX KKAAEELL!!!”

Reaching the ring Max quickly climbs the stairs and slips between the ropes. He slithers toward his corner before stopping in his tracks and whipping around, charging Darin.

VASSA: “We’re off to an early start folks!”

Closing in on Darin and catching him off guard, Max delivers a swift kick to his stomach, forcing him to lunge over as the breath is knocked from his lungs. Locking his arm around Darin’s head, Max then grabs the back of his pants before lifting him up and over, dropping him to the mat with a snap suplex.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “The match is now officially underway!”

VASSA: “Both of these guys have a history together coming from High Octane but the slate is clean between the two here in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “As we’ve always said, it doesn’t matter what you’ve done elsewhere. It only matters what you do in 4CW!”

On his feet, Max pulls Darin up from the mat and then slams him into the corner. Stepping in, Max hits Darin across the chest with a knife edge chop before ducking down and grabbing onto the middle ropes. Using the ropes as leverage, Max pulls himself in and drives his shoulder into Darin’s stomach over and over, leaving him breathless. Standing tall, Max then turns Darin around and locks onto his head with both hands before slamming it downward onto the turnbuckle as the crowd counts along with each brain rattling blow.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five!”

Pulling Darin away from the corner, Max spins him around and locks onto his head, this time facing him. In the blink of an eye, Max then drops Darin to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker.

VASSA: “Just like everyone else from HOW, I’m going to take it that Max doesn’t care for Darin either.”

JOHNSON: “What gave you that idea?”

VASSA: “I don’t know, not giving Darin the chance to even prep before the bell.”

Up again, Max grabs Darin’s foot and drags him to the nearest corner. Propping Darin’s foot up on the bottom rope, Max jumps up and comes down on his elevated knee with a leg drop. Screaming in pain, Darin quickly grabs ahold of his knee with both hands, cradling it. Turning to the ropes behind him, Max takes off in their direction. Coming back on the rebound, Max slides down to the mat feet first, driving his feet into Darin’s head with a baseball slide.

Pulling Darin up from the canvas, Max squares him up and hits him in the chops with a European uppercut, knocking him back into the corner. Backing up across the ring, Max reaches the opposite corner before taking off back towards Darin. Leaping through the air, Max flies in with a corner splash but crashes against the empty corner as Darin rolls out of the way. Climbing to his feet, Darin quickly moves in on Max as he holds himself up with his arms draped over the top ropes.

JOHNSON: “Things started out rough for Darin but he has the opportunity to turn them around after the failed splash attempt from Max.”

VASSA: “He’s a quick little son of a bitch, isn’t he? Like a goddamn rat!”

Stepping forward and jumping into the air, Darin plants both feet into the back of Max’s head with a dropkick. With Max still holding himself up with the ropes, Darin quickly gets back to his feet. Wrapping his arms around Max’s waist, Darin back steps and drags Max away from the corner before lifting him into the air and driving him into the mat with a German suplex. Not releasing his hold, Darin bridges the German suplex for a pin as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Kicking his legs, Max breaks away from Darin’s hold and ends the officials count. The two then race to their feet, Darin standing first but remaining back as Max rises to his. Turning to face Darin, Max then charges in his direction and lunges forward to grab ahold of him. Side stepping Max, Darin drops him face first into the canvas with a drop toe hold.

VASSA: “That’s two! Two times Darin has been one step ahead of Max tonight.”

As Darin rises to his feet, the noise level in the arena rises suddenly.

JOHNSON: “Something’s going on!”

VASSA: “We know that, Steve. We all can hear that something is going on!”

JOHNSON: “We have company!”

VASSA: “Is that… Wait a second. Is that who I think it is?”

JOHNSON: “It’s Mike Best!”

VASSA: “No fucking way! Mike Best is at Adrenaline tonight! Zion is in for it now!”

Turning around slowly to see what all the fuss is about, Darin’s eyes light up at the sight of Mike best standing at the bottom of the entrance ramp.

JOHNSON: “Oh this is going to be bad for Darin! Max has help!”

VASSA: “Darin has been thirsty for Mike’s attention on social media and he now has it!”

JOHNSON: “Darin looks as if he’s seen a ghost!”

Standing still, Darin stares at Mike without a single blink. Meanwhile Max slowly climbs to his feet unaware of the guest on the outside of the ring.

VASSA: “Max is now up and Darin has nowhere to run.”

JOHNSON: “Poor kid…”

Once up, Max grabs onto Darin’s shoulder and spins him around to deliver a kick to the midsection. As Darin lunges over, Max pulls his head between his legs and as he does, he finally spots Mike on the outside of the ring staring right back at him. The two lock eyes for a few moments as the tension between the two becomes apparent more and more as each second passes. Max then points at Mike before turning his attention back to Darin and locking in a double underhook.

JOHNSON: “Something tells me that he isn’t out here to pay a visit to Darin.”

VASSA: “Oh really? I thought he just came out here to eye fuck Max! Get out of here Steve!”

Max then lifts Darin upside down before dropping him on his head and driving it into the canvas.

VASSA: “OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: “The Weapon of Max Destruction!”

VASSA: “It’s lights out for Darin!”

On his knees, Max raises his attention to Mike on the outside of the ring, watching with a smirk on his face. Mike then begins to applaud Max as he stand back, watching from the ramp.

JOHNSON: “We’ve been hearing rumors of Mike Best making a return to the ring and signing with 4CW. It appears those rumors are true.”

VASSA: “So he’s the reason Max has decided to make his return as well?”

JOHNSON: “It appears so and it’s all happening right here in 4CW!”

Rolling Darin over to his back, Max slowly makes the cover, keeping his eyes locked on Mike the entire time. Racing over, the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “There you have it folks! This one is in the books.”

JOHNSON: “If Darin could have kept his head in the game things may have turned out differently.”

VASSA: “And if a frog had wings it wouldn’t bump its ass on the ground every time it hopped!”

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

Standing tall, Max’s eyes remained locked on Mike as he looks on from the outside, applauding his performance once more. Stepping in beside Max, the official then raises his arm into the air for the victory.

POWERS: “Here is your winner… MAX KKAAEELL!!!”

Ripping his arm away from the official, Max steps towards the ropes, resting both hands across the top as he looks down to Mike.

VASSA: “There’s one match out of the way. Are we going to get a surprise match next?”

JOHNSON: “Your guess is as good as mine, Vinny.”

With a cocky smirk on his face, Mike begins back stepping up the ramp, still slowly clapping his hands. The tension builds between the two as Max keeps his ground in the ring, watching as Mike gets further and further away. Pointing to Max, Mike winks one eye before turning away and heading up the ramp, leaving Max behind as he continues to look on.

JOHNSON: “It doesn’t seem that we’re getting that unannounced match you’re hoping for, Vinny.”

VASSA: “WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

JOHNSON: “I’m interested to see where this goes. Both men have just made their return to the ring here in 4CW to settle what could be some unfinished business.”

VASSA: “Unfinished business?”

JOHNSON: “I honestly don’t know. I’m just making assumptions at this point.”

VASSA: “Let’s head backstage so they can clear the ring for our next match of the evening.”

Cameras were backstage as Hopkins was alongside his homies, his business partners and ‘brothers’, Darron and Boogie as they were in a circle. Conversing between the three, mumblings of them rambling were heard, chatting amongst each other. Hopkins had the title on his shoulder as he broke the circle up.

HOPKINS: “…It’s fine, I feel you. Understand you not really feeling this match tonight I’m in D, but I’ma take my coins and cash em’. Jason, he got it. We got it. I mean alotta solid effort put into this bad boy. They say enemies have the best chemistry when paired. We bout to see tonight.”

Sighs were heard, disappointed sighing. Darron shook his head.

DARRON: “I just got bad vibes bout this bro. Just saying. Everyone saw last time out what happened. You know better than anyone how Cashe can be. Too much trust invested leads to downfall. Just lookin’ out!”

Hopkins nodded his head.

HOPKINS: “Appreciate my bros having my back and lookin out but … this “World$tar” is going Worldwide tonight. Cashe’n in with the Hip-Hop all over those two bitches heads, stomping till all is left as mush.”

BOOGIE: “Nah, you need to leave some for Wasteland fam. Don’t kill him first time out.”

Hopkins shook his head.

HOPKINS: “He been beggin day one for it. He gonna get fed full off of my fists and feet in his mouth. All of it! B-Dub gon’ get it too. He got his wants with Cashe but he gonna catch this asswhuppin too!”

Hopkins boys stood silent for a few moments. From the corner of the hallway, the Number One Contender to the 4CW Championship, Eli Carlson held a shit-eating grin on his face as he slowly crept on Hopkins and his boys. He was by himself. The three had their eyes onto him to which he gave the Champ a quick nod.

CARLSON: “Keep that title warm for me, Hops!”

Both Boogie and Darron held their position, they had their fists balled, ready to do something but with a hidden tug from Hopkins on his bros, he kept them at ease as Carlson slowly strolled through.

HOPKINS: “Imma keep a lot more warm for you, E! Gonna send you back home with a hot plate. Keep it up!”

Eli threw a smirk at Hopkins as he continued his stroll past him. Turning slightly, he started pointing at his wrist, giving the indication that Jair’s time was soon going to be up.

CARLSON: “See you out there…Champ!”

Carlson had disappeared out of the picture as the three were now in a pissed state.

DARRON: “Annoyin’ lil effin’ runt!”

HOPKINS: “Chill fam. Chill. All will be a good night. Just chill! Come on, let’s go get in a quick session.”

Hopkins pulled away from the two as he led the way around the corner. They followed behind him while cameras had cut back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
EDDIE VALENTINE VS. MATTHIAS BARROWS

VASSA: ”Quite a matchup we have early on here this evening. Barrows and Valentine could easily be the surprise steal of the show tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s got all the makings of a good one, that’s for sure. Both men coming off of solid wins last week, Valentine over Bryan Williams, the Pride Champion, will be looking to capitalize on that momentum and propel himself further into the title picture.”

Lights out.

The four screens that make up the entrance set for 4CW click on one at a time to static. After a couple of seconds a human hand appears within the static of each of the four screens. Then one by one, with a heavy crashing sound each of the screens appears to be smashed by an unseen force, when the fourth one is smashed the lights of the arena flash back on and standing in a spotilght in the middle stage is none other than Eddie Valentine. Just then the opening of “Renegades of Funk” by Rage Against the Machine begins to play out over the arena. Valentine has a smirk on his face, a cocky and confident look on his face and walks with a strut that matches that. He is wearing a t-shirt which reads ‘Grab’em by the Fupa’ in 1980’s style neon font — the GRAB’EM and FUPA are enlarged so you can read them. Closely behind is none other than his entertainment lawyer, Chris Wrigley. Wirgley makes sure to stay a few steps behind at all times clutching his briefcase tightly and looking around threatening to serve anyone who gets to close to him with a lawsuit.

POWERS: “From the Entertainment Capital of the World, Atlantic City! Staning in at five foot ten inches, and a slim trim one hundred ninenty seven pounds, he is the two thousand and fifteen Pie Eating champion of the worrrrrrrrrrrrrrld! Here is EDDIE VVAALLEENNTTIINNEE!!!”

Just as Valentine hits the ring with Barnes, Valentine heads to the ring ropes and removes his t-shirt which he tosses into the crowd for some lucky kid to have. At the same time Barnes tries to make sure that the referee is on the up and up, even trying to get him to sign a wavier or something. Slowly Valentine takes off his sunglasses and soaks in the spotlight one last time before his music begins to fade and the house lights return to normal.

VASSA: ”As talented as he is, we often forget that Eddie Valentine is one of the smaller male competitors on the 4CW roster.”

JOHNSON: ”It will be interesting to see how his strongstyle attack holds up against a substantially bigger opponent like Matthias Barrows.”

The sound of a pipe organ begins to fill the arena as the crowd rises to its feet in a hail of boos. Every few seconds, the pipe organ increases up the musical scale by one note. Suddenly, as the pipe organ hits it’s dramatic note, the lights go out. Pyro then begins to envelop the stage for 10 seconds. When it subsides, the final tier of Dancing Mad is playing throughout the arena. Nine seconds in, the lights shoot back on and Matthias Barrows is standing on the stage with his arms straight back and his fists at the side of his ribs. Stacy Barrows and Gary the Assassin appear from behind the curtain a few seconds later, and the three of them slowly start to walk towards the ring.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Stacy Barrows and Gary the Assassin; from Reno, Nevada, weighing in at 241 pounds, The King of Greens, MATTHIAS BBAARRRROOWWSS!!!”

When they get to the bottom of the ramp, Stacy and Gary walk over to the steps. As Matthias hops up onto the ring apron, he throws his head back while hanging on the top rope and fireworks erupt above the ring as the song hits it’s somber half. Matthias then enters the ring and hopes onto the second turnbuckle. He hangs his right hand with a curled elbow and thrusts his left arm, palm-out, straight down before extending both arms out to the side, flexing his muscles.

VASSA: ”Jesus. All these people at ringside. This could end up being a giant cluster fu-.”

JOHNSON: ”OOOOOOHHHHH-KAYYY there Vinny. You’re not wrong. It could certainly cause problems for one, or both, of these men. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

DING!!! DING!!!

As soon as the bell sounds the two men move to the center of the ring. Valentine is quick to snap a kick off of Barrows thigh. The showman immediately grabs at his thigh and is met with a solid chop to the chest. As Barrows stands up straight, Valentine, from a standing position, leaps and catches Barrows right under the jaw with a jumping flip kick. Barrows stumbles back into the ropes and quickly drops to the mat, rolling himself to the outside where Stacy and Gary are quick to tend to him, checking him over to make sure there’s no harm done. Valentine, in the ring, smirks and motions for Barrows to get back into the ring. After Stacy decides that Matthias is fine, he rolls himself back into the ring and pushes himself back up to a standing position.

Valentine swings and misses badly with a right hand which Barrows counters with a stiff left jab. Though the punch stuns Eddie for a brief moment the reaction Barrows has would give the impression that he had just knocked Eddie Valentine out with one swing. He turns his back on Valentine and runs his hands through his hair, raising his arms in the air and letting out a mighty shout, flexing for his wife and cohort at ringside who clap appreciatively for him. When he turns back to face Eddie, his opponent runs to the ropes and leaps, springboarding off of them and catching him flush with a springboard calf kick.

VASSA: ”Eddie is doing exactly what he needs to do. Keep the match fast paced and keep Barrows off balance.”

JOHNSON: ”Did you see Matthias’ face when that kick connected. The lights are on but nobody is home.”

Wrigley, at ringside, claps approvingly as Eddie lines up his downed opponent. Methodically he plants a driving knee to the ribcage of Matthias Barrows. As Barrows rolls to protect his ribs after the knee lands, Valentine stands and relentlessly stomps with both feet on the right hand of his opponent, causing the man to howl out in pain, pulling his hand away and waving it as though to he could shake the pain of having his hand stomped on away. Bouncing off the ropes, Valentine slides with both feet first directly into the face of Barrows, again catching him flush and sending him rolling out of the ring and into the care of Stacy and Gary, who hold him up and again try to assist him in getting his wits about him.

Wasting no time, Eddie moves to the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope. Once there he steadies himself and lines up the unsuspecting trio outside of the ring. Valentine leaps and, out of the corner of his eye, Barrows sees it happening and manages to shove Stacy and Gary out of harms way, rolling out of the way himself in just the knick of time and leaving Eddie to crash violently down against the security barrier. With Eddie slouched against the barrier, Matthias shakes his head once and then leaps, landing a standing drop kick to the man, knocking him down to the mat outside of the ring as the referee began to count inside of the ring. Paying little attention to the referee, Matthias moved to Eddie and pulled him back up to his feet, rolling him back into the ring to break the count.

VASSA: ”Those high risk maneuvers so rarely pay off. On a night like this is it really worth it?.”

JOHNSON: ”Probably not but in the heat of the moment what do you expect out of a man who has made his career living on the edge like that?”

In the ring, Matthias is in full control. As Valentine slowly crawls back to his feet, Barrows is there to take him back down to the mat with a samoan drop. Not allowing him any space, Barrows pulls Valentine back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, Barrows squares him up and plants him back down into the mat with a nasty spinebuster. Immediately Barrows is back to his feet, celebrating like he had just won the biggest match of his entire career. After a few moments of celebrating he turns back to Valentine and begins shouting at him, mocking him and imploring him to get back up.

Valentine, ever the competitor, obliges him but walks directly into a suplex clinic. As he nears Barrows, Matthias wraps him up and snaps off a quick snap suplex, bouncing back up to his feet and taunting Eddie some more. Again, Valentine is game for the fight but when he gets back to his feet he is tied up by Barrows and taken back down to the mat with a vertical suplex. Dazed, Valentine fights back up to his feet a third time. Smelling blood, Barrows moves behind his opponent and locks his arms around his waist. The crowd groans as Barrows executes another suplex, this time a german one that leaves Valentine down on the mat without any energy left to get back up for the time being.

VASSA: ”Valentine had this match fully in his control. One wrong move, one moment of letting Matthias Barrows back into the match, and it’s been a mistake he simply couldn’t afford to make.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s not over yet and we all know a wrestler like Valentine can turn the momentum of a match on a dime with one explosive maneuver.”

Valentine slowly gets to his feet as Barrows measures him. Barrows bounces off the ropes and swings hard with a clothesline-, no! Valentine ducks it! Valentine kicks, Barrows catches his foot, and Valentine connects with an enziguri!

JOHNSON: “Matthias did a front flip on that one! You could have heard it up in the rafters!”

Eddie quickly rolls over and makes the cover, hooking the leg!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

The ref stops counting and points out Matthias’ other foot on the bottom rope!

VASSA: “Great ring presence there by Matthias Barrows, staying in this match.”

On the outside, Christopher Wrigley is shouting that it should have been a three count, while in the other corner, Stacy Barrows gives a nudge to Gary the Assassin, who kneels down and crawls under the ring.

JOHNSON: “Where is Gary going?”

In the ring, Valentine picks Barrows up to his feet, but Matthias takes him by surprise, quickly kicking him in the gut and dropping him with a DDT! However, Barrows seems to be too tired to make the cover!

JOHNSON: “Both men down now!”

As Wrigley shouts at his client to get up. Gary the Assassin pops out on the other side of the ring, spooking him. The two of them begin arguing, getting the attention of the referee.

VASSA: “Yeah, come on ref. Break it up.”

However, behind the referee’s back, Stacy Barrows kneels down, pulls out a lead pipe from under the ring, and rolls it to her husband.

JOHNSON: “Uh-oh! Black Betty has just entered this match!”

The ref is still distracted as both Valentine and Barrows are up to their knees, with Barrows trying to keep his weapon out of sight. As Valentine gets one foot under him, Stacy climbs onto the ring apron, reaching into her suit jacket. Eddie gets up, stumbles forward, and Stacy splashes some kind of liquid in his face, causing him to scream out and reach at his face!

JOHNSON: “What the–? What the hell was that!?”

VASSA: “I think it was Stacy’s perfume!”

JOHNSON: “Oh my! That’s gotta burn the eyes and sting the sinuses!”

VASSA: “Not to mention that he’s going to smell fantastic!”

Stacy drops back down to the floor, and while Valentine stumbles, Matthias pops up and swings with his weapon, catching him in the face and dropping him to the canvas with a bloody lip!

JOHNSON: “My god what an ugly shot!”

VASSA: “You gotta believe THAT one was for Chloe!”

As Gary the Assassin callously walks back around the ring the long way, Matthias tosses the weapon back to his wife, who stashes it under the ring just as the referee turns around. Barrows then pulls his wobbly-legged opponent up and drags him towards the turnbuckle. Barrows faces the ring as he stands on the second rope, wraps his arms around Valentine’s midsection.

VASSA: “What’s going on now?”

Barrows steadies himself and spider-legs himself up to the top rope. Then in one swift motion, he lifts up Valentine, leaps from the top rope, and lands a crushing Sit-out powerbomb!

JOHNSON: “Barrows calls that move “The Overdose!”

In a pinning predicament, the ref slides in to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “And this one’s over!”

POWERS: “Here is your winner…MATTHIAS BARROWS!”

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

Barrows rolls over towards his wife, who reaches back into her jacket and pulls out an empty vial and hands it to him.

JOHNSON: “I think Eddie Valentine is about to be added to Matthias’ collection.”

Sure enough, Barrows kneels down and lets Valentine’s bleeding lip drip into the vial. Once it’s full enough, he caps it shut while Gary the Assassin enters the ring carrying a bucket.

VASSA: “Oh no, you know what’s in that bucket, don’t you?”

JOHNSON: “I shudder to think.”

Gary hands the bucket to Matthias, who dumps the contents onto his downed foe.

JOHNSON: “And Eddie Valentine receives a bong water bath!”

VASSA: “I don’t blame Barrows one bit for that. You don’t talk about a man’s child like that.”

Barrows finally takes his leave, rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp with Stacy and Gary behind him while Wrigley slides into the ring to check on his client.

We cut to the backstage area after the Eddie Valentine and Matthias Barrows match to see Gabriel Hartman standing around. He’s pacing around the set of locker room doors, looking like a crazed man in the hallway. He doesn’t say a word into the camera, instead he paces back and forth. The scene is silent for a moment, until we hear a loud sigh off in the distance. Gabriel perks up, and the camera swings over to see Bryan Williams walking down the hallway. The Pride champion has a bag over one shoulder, and his Pride title over the other. He looks tired, still dressed in his street clothing as Gabriel cuts the distance between them. He motions for the camera to follow, as he shoves his microphone in Bryan’s face.

HARTMAN: “Bryan… Pride champ… We need to talk. You have a very important match coming up tonight. I’d like to get your thoughts on it, before you have a chance to settle in.”

Bryan looks annoyed, he sighs again before nodding his head.

WILLIAMS: “Thoughts. Okay, Gabe, I’ll give you my thoughts. Tonight I’m tagging with one of the best wrestlers in this company, who’s on a very hot streak right now. He’s doing well, he’s got a big opportunity at Winter Wasteland. He’s almost the complete opposite of me in that regard, because I’ve been trash lately-”

Gabriel is quick to cut him off.

HARTMAN: “You won the Pride title at Fright Night, thought!”

WILLIAMS: “That I did, but my record in the last two months has been one and four. Not exactly championship material.”

Gabriel goes quiet, but Bryan continues to talk.

WILLIAMS: “But it’s okay though, because tonight I have a chance to change all of that. My bad luck, my performance in the ring, I get a chance to reverse my position and show my worth as THE Pride champion in 4CW. When Eli and I go out there, we plan on putting on a show …but we also plan on taking that win. From there …who knows. I know one thing though, this is the path I need to be on.”

Gabriel stays quiet, as Bryan prepares himself for another question. He waits for a moment, but Gabe doesn’t say anything.

WILLIAMS: “Any other questions?”

Gabriel shakes his head.

WILLIAMS: “Okay then, I’m out.”

And with that we cut back towards the ring!

The lights start to strobe between blue and red as ”Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis kicks up. Sativa walks out from the back followed by Eric Lee and Dave. The crowd instantly starts raining down hate on the group. Sativa and Eric just smile but Dave looks a little taken aback. Sativa just shakes her head and pats him on the back. The group head to the ring, Sativa laughing the entire way.

They get into the ring and Sativa gets a mic. She brings it up to her lips to speak but lowers it as she starts laughing again. She calms herself and raises the mic once again.

NEVAEH: ”Yeah , yeah, I know it’s been a long minute since I been out here like this. Been dealing with important shit. Ya know, more important than coming out here to address you worthless fucks!”

Dave leans in toward the mic from over Sativa’s shoulder.

DAVE: ”Yeah! Worthless fucks!”

NEVAEH: ”See, Dave fucking gets it! But I did decide to come out here so I guess I got to tell you fucks some shit, eh? Alright fine. First off, later tonight I am going to come back out here and kick the ever living shit outta two morose mother fuckers.”

DAVE: ”Morose mother fuckers!”

NEVAEH: ”I am finally gonna take what I deserve. I am going to take that XTC title. I am going to wrap that shit around my fucking waist and none of you fucks are gonna take it from me. And if you think you can, well, step up bitch.”

DAVE: ”Step up bitch!”

NEVAEH: ”Like I said a few days ago, once I get this belt I will live it’s stipulation to the fullest. I will bring this belt back to it’s glory days.”

DAVE: ”Glory days!”

NEVAEH: ”My XTV title reign will hearken back to the days of the Red Pioneer. The sheer violence and mayhem I will cause in, and out, of this ring while defending it will be almost unwatchable. The savagery that I will display will make even the most stalwart of hardcore fans cringe. I have had a wonderful teacher for this. Eric here has shown me his tricks and his secrets. He is, without a doubt, the greatest Hardcore and Extreme wrestler, EVER.”

DAVE: ”The GOAT!”

NEVAEH: ”My matches will make the ‘Red Wedding’ look like a fucking children’s movie. Oh yes, there will be blood. Lots and lots of blood. I used to not go for that sort of thing. But now, now I’m all about that life. 4CW, and you fucks out in the crowd, you better get ready for this violent revolution. And as far as Raab and Tanner are concerned, you two can…”

DAVE: ”Get Fcuked!”

Sativa holds the mic out at arms length and drops it. “Fucking in the Bushes” kicks up again and the trip exit the ring.

TANNER: “You gotta fight stupid, or stupid thinks it’s right. “

We are backstage in the AA locker room, as per usual. YOUR XTV Champion Adrian Tanner is finishing his stretching and pre-match warm ups before going out to defend HIS Championship.

TANNER: “And there’s a lotta stupid in this company. Which makes me sad, because I like this place. I enjoy it here. It’s like going back to my roots.

But yeah, the stupid.”

He frowns, shaking his head.

TANNER: “So I’ve decided, thanks to a combination of last week’s bullshit and Sativa’s wonderful “I’ll get disqualified if I use my bat in normal matches!” wrestling 101 for Stupid primer- thanks for that btdubs- That I am no longer going to sit back and let the Stupid win. It’s time for me and you, my fellow 4CWians, to rise up and say ‘No! We won’t stand for these idiots anymore!'”

He rubs a hand across the back of his neck and shoulder, remembering the attack from last show, staring daggers into the camera.

TANNER: “It’s time to stand up and say ‘Enough is Enough and it’s time for a change!’ It’s time to stupid’s leg out from under its leg!

And that’s why [NEXTWAVE] wants you- “

Our Hero makes a gesture of pointing at the camera like he’s Abraham Lincoln in those “WE WANT YOU!” recruiting posters. In fact, suddenly he’s wearing an American flag top hat and a black t-shirt with [NEXTWAVE] in bold white font in the middle of it.

TANNER: “-yes, YOU, to stand up for join us and stand up for what’s right! [NEXTWAVE] wants YOU to help us Make 4CW Less Stupid Again.”

NEXTWAVE – We fight the stupid so you don’t have to.

TANNER: “It’s what my buddy Cecil and I built [NEXTWAVE] to be, a force for Good against the Stupid of the world. And now feels like a good point in time to bring it back for real.

You gotta fight stupid, or stupid thinks it’s right.

Sometimes you gotta fight stupid with stupid- that’s what my buddy Brandon is here for.

Sometimes you gotta fight stupid with amazing technical talent and aerial artistry. That’s what guys like me, guys like Johnny, that’s what we’re here for!”

A large banner unrolls behind him, with NEXTWAVE in bold stylized lettering and “Healing 4CW by beating people up” underneath it.

TANNER: “Don’t let the Stupid win. Don’t let the stupid think it’s right. Join me- join US, and let’s let the Sativa’s and Eli’s and JPD’s of the world know: We aren’t taking their shit anymore.

Unless ‘their shit’ equates to championships or robbing them of championship opportunities. Because those I am all for taking.”

There’s the trademark smirk. Here’s lookin’ at you, JPD.

TANNER: “You gotta fight stupid or the stupid think’s it right.

And I’m tired of the stupid thinking it’s right. If you’re ALSO tired of this, you know where to find me.

Now speaking of the stupid- I have to go teach “Baby’s first hardcore wrestling match” to the Grand Douche-ess of Wrestling and the most unmemorable ‘monster’ in wrestling history. “

He lifts up the XTV Title, placing it on his shoulders.

TANNER: “Viva la Revolution. “

You know the drill: Gun motion. Bang. You go die now.

From the stage to backstage, the two men enraged with each other continued battling, punch after punch, grunts that followed with each strike saw Eli take Hopkins by the collar of his jumpsuit jacket and take him straight into the brick wall foundation in the dark area of backstage. The bright light of the camera acted as a spotlight within the dark area backstage. Screaming and the sound of others scattering out of harm’s way were all being captured as Eli had Hopkins reeling.

JOHNSON: “Need to get security back there immediately. Eli looking to turn the main event into a handicap match at this point!”

VASSA: “Gotta love it when the camera man is on point, quick on his job to not miss any of the action!”

Eli took no time in berating the 4CW Champ as he served kicks to the ribs of the Champ, who was momentarily on all-fours before falling completely to the cold concrete surface.

CARLSON: “Where your ‘boys’, Champ? Nowhere to be found. Look at you!”

Eli grabbed Hopkins by one of his plaits as he slowly pulled him up to where he was on one knee. He followed, delivering a stiff forearm to the face. Hopkins fell back to the surface, but once more, Eli pulled him back up, this time to his feet as he led the way into the lighter areas backstage. Hopkins mustered enough to push off Eli into the opposite wall, trying to find his balance immediately. Eli came back but took a quick shot to the gut with an elbow from Jair. Jair pressed his hands around Eli’s throat as he shoved him back into the wall, trying to strangle him, Eli kicked Hopkins right in his shin. Hopkins went to one knee yet again. Eli wasted no time, wrapping his arm around Hopkins head, and throwing his arm over, he stood him up enough to take him over with a suplex, Hopkins coliding hard with the cold, unforgiving, concrete back-first.

JOHNSON: “Jesus Christ! They really need to get help back there immediately before someone really gets hurt!”

VASSA: “Way, way late on all that. Did you not see that? Eli got the Champ disabled right now.”

Getting up, Eli made his way towards the dark-lit area. Reaching down to grab something, he held the 4CW Title in his hands as his eyes glossed over it up and down. Throwing it up on his shoulders, he was loving the look as he shortly showcased it off amid the boos. Eli held the title in his hands as he stared at Hopkins, who was moving slowly after that suplex. Eli stalked him, hoping the Champ would get back to his feet.

JOHNSON: “Oh no…”

Hopkins, scooted along his hands and knees as he searched for something to grab onto to make his way back to his feet. Carlson continued with his stalking, holding that title, primed and ready to strike the Champ with it. Hopkins showed signs of limping as he searched for his balance after making it to his feet, thanks to the aide of one of the many storage boxes along the side.

HOPKINS: “I’m gonna get your bitch-ass! Really want this GTA ‘five-star’ level asswhippin. I got you. I definitely got you!”

Completely unaware of the Number one Contender stalking behind him with his title in possession, Hopkins made his way a bit further down the long stretch of the hallway. He finally seemed to have his balance correct. He went to turn around and just as he does, he quickly spots and ducks the oncoming Eli who strikes nothing but air. Turning on a pivot, Eli got caught square in the chin with a superkick as he went to the ground.

VASSA: “That superkick thoouuughhh!”

JOHNSON: “Where the hell is the Security?”

Hopkins fell from the impact as well but showed quickness as he crawled over towards Eli, mounting on top before he began wailing down with left and rights. Eli managed to block many of them before turning the tide, getting in many of his own. Finally the 4CW Security crew came to the aide of both men, prying the two from off of each other as they got them seperated and feet apart. The two jaw-jacking back and forth as it seemed both sides of security was having problems containing them.

VASSA: “Finally, order restored!”

JOHNSON: “Haha yeah, for now that is…or maybe not!”

Eli manage to slip out of the grasp of the security as he dashed across, leaping onto Hopkins who was held back. Eli spammed with punches to Jair’s grill before being contained. Jair tried to get loose but couldn’t from the tightened grasp of the security. Things quickly switched back to ringside.

JOHNSON: “Well it was only a matter of time before tensions boiled over. Wow. Cannot fathom the havoc that will ensue in the Main Event.

VASSA: “I cannot WAIT!”

UNDERCARD
SCOTT STEVENS VS. CALEB HOUSTON

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

‘The Failsafe’ by Misery Signals hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred seventeen pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… CALEB HHOOUUSSTTOONN!!!”

As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match.

JOHNSON: ”What a refreshing change of pace it has been lately to see Caleb taking an interest in his profession. Kid has all the talent in the world. All he’s needed is a little bit of focus.”

VASSA: ”Well when you’ve got a fine piece like Lauryn at your side it’s easy to get motivated. Trust me. I started on the Jared Subway diet when Kat Jones told me she’d suck my dick if I lost five pounds.”

JOHNSON: ”That never happened..”

VASSA: ”Sure it did. She said I looked like a fat Dean Ambrose.”

JOHNSON: ”Who is that?”

VASSA: ”Oh. Whoops. Gonna have to change my name to Robin Thicke after blurring those lines.”

The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.

JOHNSON: ”You’ve gotta imagine that Stevens is looking for a way to get some kind of retribution after how things went for him on the last edition of Adrenaline, right?”

VASSA: ”Well, Steve, things can’t go much worse for Stevens than they did two weeks ago. JPD was in top form that night and it looked like Scott may have had a few to many to drink before coming to the ring. He can’t just be hoping to bounce back this week. He absolutely NEEDS to bounce back this week”

The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.

POWERS: ”This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.”

Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.

POWERS: Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds”

As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans.

POWERS: This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”

An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. He turns back to stare across the ring at his opponent, waiting for the referee to signal for the bell and the beginning of the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”And we’re under way. Stevens certainly has the size advantage here in this match.”

VASSA: ”He does, but for once I’m not sure that matters all that much given the style of wrestling that Caleb usually employs. If you ask me, Caleb is the kind of competitor that is kryptonite to a big guy like Scott Stevens.”

The bout begins with both men meeting in the center of the ring. Stevens moves to tie Caleb up but the smaller, slimmer man is to quick for him, dodging out of the way of the larger mans hands and responding with a stiff kick to the right knee of Scott Stevens. Stevens responds by throwing an off balance right hand at Caleb, which Houston ducks under and then cracks a right kick off the inside of Stevens right knee, causing the big man to howl out in pain. Quickly, Caleb swoops around behind the big man and bounces off the ropes and lowers his shoulder, taking out Stevens right knee from behind with a low shoulder block.

Back on his feet quickly, Caleb leaps as Stevens begins to push himself back up from being dropped to one knee only to have the side of his face met with a stiff kick from Houston, knocking him all the way down to the mat. Caleb follows up with a quick cover, hooking the big, meaty leg of Scott Stevens as the referee slides in.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: ”Caleb’s got some good rhythm here early.”

JOHNSON: ”And he’s doing exactly what he needs to in working one extremity of the larger man and keeping him grounded.”

Houston, pushing himself back up to a standing position, drags Stevens back up to his feet and whips him into the corner. As he comes near, Stevens fires out with an elbow that catches Caleb in the jaw and causes him to stumble backwards half a step. He immediately responds with a quick strike to Stevens jaw and then a boot to his stomach, doubling the big man over before straightening him up and snapping a knife edge chop across his chest. A red welt begins to develop on Stevens chest as Caleb shakes his hand, feeling some of the sting of the chop himself. Casually he puts his hand on Stevens chest and lines up another chop but before he can execute it, Stevens reaches out and wraps both hands around Calebs head, stepping out of the corner and spinning, forcing Caleb into the corner himself.

Immediately Stevens lands boot after boot to Houstons abdomen, stomping continuously until Caleb was seated on the mat with his back against the bottom turnbuckle. Letting out a guttaral roar, Stevens points at Caleb before backing up to the opposite corner. From there he took off at a full sprint across the ring, driving his knee into the temple of his seated opponent before turning and continuing to stomp on the man until the referee stepped in and forced Stevens to back off and give separation.

JOHNSON: ”That’s the Scott Stevens we’ve been looking to see. Vicious. Relentless. Powerful.”

VASSA: ”Ladies and Gentlemen we’re getting word from backstage that Jair Hopkins and Eli Carlson have managed to find each other again and things aren’t pretty. Word is they’re headed our wa-”

While Stevens continues to do work on Houston, a spotlight suddenly shines halfway up the lower bowl of the arena lighting up the bodies of Jair and Eli as they go back and forth. The crowd erupts into cheers and those nearby give the two men enough room to go at it. Eli is the first to back off, making his way over to the stairway in an attempt to get away from Jair who had managed to get a bit of the upper hand on him. Hopkins, quick in pursuit, manages to catch eli with a forearm to the back causing the number one contender to stumble and then tumble down a flight of the concrete steps much to the delight of the crowd.

Back in the ring, Caleb has managed to work his way back to a vertical base and avoid enough of Stevens attacks to catch his breath and shake the cobwebs loose. As Stevens closes again, Caleb leaps and catches him flush with a spinning heel kick, stumbling the man back into the ropes. Caleb charges and clotheslines Stevens over the top rope and then uses that same top rope to launch himself to the outside and across the body of Scott Stevens just as he began to stand again with a flying cross body.

JOHNSON: ”It’s madness out here folks. LOOK OUT STEVENS!”

VASSA: ”Caleb just sent him full speed into the steel steps and that thud was just sickening.”

JOHNSON: ”Now Hopkins and Eli are on the opposite side of the ring. Someone needs to get some order out here..”

VASSA: ”Eli and Jair have no business being out here. Security needs to get a handle on these two or we’re never going to make it to Winter Wasteland.”

On one side of the ring Stevens has fought his way back to his feet and is exchanging blows with Caleb Houston though the smaller man is starting to give way under the force of the larger’s strikes. On the opposite side of the ring, Eli has finally managed to regain some semblance of momentum and has Jair pinned against the ring and is delivering a combinations of kicks and strikes to the champ who is does his best to cover up and fire back when there’s openings. One of those openings allows him to grab Eli by the neck and roll him into the ring. Hopkins immediately follows his Winter Wasteland challenger into the ring.

With all four men in the ring the referee does his best to get things sorted out and get the two men who have no business being there out of the way but the four pay little attention to him. Hopkins backs Eli into the nearby corner and begins wailing on him. Stevens sidesteps a Caleb Houston kick and then spins quickly, wrapping his arms around Houstons neck and driving him into the ground just as Eli shoves Hopkins off of him forcefully and into the referee, knocking the zebra striped official down to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”TEXAS STING BY SCOTT STEVENS! HE’S GOT CALEB HOUSTON PINNED!”

VASSA: ”But Hopkins just accidentally knocked the referee down and he’s woozy. There’s no count to be made!”

Stevens, aware of what is going on, slams his fist onto the mat in frustration and bellows at Jair and Eli, who are completely focused on one another. Hopkins whips Eli across the ring and into the ropes but Eli manages to hold on instead of rebounding at the champ. Jair then charges across the ring at Eli but Eli is quick to scout it and duck down, pulling the top rope down with him and sending Jair spilling over to the outside. Stevens, in the ring, kneels down beside the referee and shakes him, trying to help the man get his wits about him.

Finally, from the back, security hustles down the ramp and gets in between Eli and Jair, pulling them apart. Both men are restrained by multiple officials until finally the two, with some space in between them, begin being lead back up the ramp by the security team. At the top of the ramp Jair manages to break free and launch himself over the group that had Eli restrained, sending bodies sprawling everywhere and Eli stumbling back through the curtain into the backstage area.

Just as the referee begins to climb back to his feet, Stevens stands having no idea that Houston has recovered and is back up to a stable vertical base. As he turns back to face what he believes is an opponent still down and out, he’s met with a vicious spinning kick to the side of his face that drops him immediately. Scott Stevens goes DOWN IN FLAMES and Caleb Houston is quick to cover. The referee, fully aware of what is happening now, drops to the mat and begins to count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Well Scott Stevens isn’t going to be happy about the way things went in this match.”

VASSA: ”And he’ll be right to be upset but that right there is why you never turn your back on your opponent. A veteran like Stevens should have known better and he paid the price.”

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… CALEBBBB HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTON!!!”

As the scene begins to fade backstage the referee raises Calebs hand in the air as he sits back on both knees, his hand holding his neck still feeling the effects of the Toxic Sting that Scott Stevens had hit on him moments earlier.

The scene starts out in the backstage area with Johnny Evil creeping around the corner of the hallway, stopping at Sativa’s door for a short moment before leaning his ear toward it and listening for a moment. The sound of baby Rhiannon whimpering can be heard from beyond the door. Johnny looks around the hall for a moment and balls his fist up as he reaches toward the doorknob with his freehand. Johnny grips the doorknob and drives forward popping the door open rushing into Sativa’s locker room, but before anything can happen he’s caught directly in the face by a blast of compressed CO2 from a fire extinguisher. Johnny stumbles back and Dave steps out from the doorway dropping the fire extinguisher to the ground. The camera then zooms in on the locker room bench to show a tape recorder resting inside a baby seat. (This was obviously playing the whimpers of Baby Rhiannon Johnny had heard before entering the locker room) As the camera zooms back onto Johnny Evil, he’s blindsided with a steel chair shot to the back of the head by Sativa who had rushed up behind him. Stumbling forward Johnny hits into the wall head first. Trying to shake the shot he turns around as Sativa begins to lay strikes to the top of his head, dropping him down to both knees.

NEVAEH: “Did you think I was that stupid?”

Sativa takes a couple steps back and charges forward, driving a knee into the side of Evil’s face, knocking him to the floor while Dave cheers her on. Letting out an enraged yell, she drops onto Johnny and begins digging at his face and bouncing it off the concrete floor a few times before backstage personal comes over and begins trying to break it up. Evil starts crawling toward the electrical box trying to use it as a crutch while Sativa is being restrained. Evil gets about halfway to his feet before Sativa breaks away from the backstage personal holding her back and jumps on Johnny’s back, locking him in a sleeper hold. Johnny falls backward landing landing on Sativa as a barrage of people continue to break it up. As they start to maintain order. It’s at this point that Sativa goes berserk…

NEVAEH: “You’ll never get your daughter back! She’s my daughter now!! Get Fucked, Bitch!!”

UNDERCARD
JOHNNY EVIL VS. MARIANO FERNANDEZ

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

The lights fade through the arena and begin to flicker as “Little Monster” by Royal Blood plays through the speakers. Johnny steps out onto the stage dressed in a full orange jump suit. He 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.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred twenty-three pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… He is ‘The Mouthpiece of Mayhem’ JOHNNY EEVVIILL!!!”

After a moment, Johnny begins a somewhat fast jog down the ramp to the rhythm of the music all while spreading his arms out like a plane and spinning around a bit. Once he 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. Johnny begins talking and hyping up the audience as he lifts his arms into the air and sways them up and down. As his music dies down and the lights return to their normal state, he hops off the ropes and gets ready for his match.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The arena lights suddenly go down, and a Trollface, Mariano’s calling card, appears on the big screen. Then, a sound of drums fills the arena.

“DUM-DUM-DUM!

DUM-DUM-DUM!

DUM-DUM-DUM!”

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from somewhere in Skyrim, weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds and standing six feet tall. He is ‘The Gadfly’… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

The sound is later accompanied with guttural, barbarian chanting in a strange language, as the “Song of the Dragonborn” from The Elder Scrolls V – Skyrim begins its triumphant rhythm. Growing slowly in intensity matching the song, the arena lights come back…

“DOVAHKIIN! DOVAHKIIN! NAAL OK ZIN LOS VAHRIIN, WAH DEIN VOKUL MAHFAERAAK AHST VAAL! AHRK FIN NOROK PAAL GRAAN FOD NUST HON ZINDRO ZAAN! DOVAHKIIN, FAH HIN KOGAAN MU DRAAL!”

Once the lights come back on, and after a huge pyro blast, he then beings striding decidedly and steadily to the ring. Once inside, he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he calls for a microphone from a member of the ringside crew.

MARIANO: “FUS RO DAH!!!”

VASSA: “This is just nuts, does he actually think he’s in a video game?”

JOHNSON: “Or just a really big fan, Vinny.”

VASSA: “Or a nutjob.”

JOHNSON: “And off we go!”

VASSA: “This one should be good, unless of course Fernandez played Skyrim into the early hours of this morning.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Fernandez and Evil do a quick circle around each other in the middle of the ring before they quickly lock up collar and elbow style, with a shove back each man takes a knee before shoving back showing their equal strength. They break the hold and assess each other before locking up a second time, this time Evil goes to the side headlock on Fernandez. Fernandez responds by sending Evil into the ring ropes, Evil rebounds right into a big over the head hip toss by Fernandez. Evil scrambles back to his feet, but is flipped over by Fernandez with a second hip toss! Evil gets back up to his feet, but Fernandez leaps up and connects with a dropkick to Evil’s jaw!!

JOHNSON: “Nasty shot there, as these two seem very evenly matched Vinny.”

VASSA: “Fernandez getting an early advantage, but Evil’s always got a fight in him ready to go.”

JOHNSON: “Let’s see what they can do here tonight, then.”

Evil pulls himself back up to his feet, but Fernandez is right there to unleash a flury of kicks, to the gut, to the legs and a couple across the back for good measure. Fernandez winds up for a big shot, but Evil is able to catch the kick attempt! Fernandez uses Evil’s leg though to set-up and connects with an enzuigiri!! Evil just crumbles to the mat…

JOHNSON: “The Gadfly! Vicious kick to the temple of Johnny Evil and now here’s the cover…”

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Johnny Evil gets the shoulder up!”

VASSA: “Big time move there by Da Troll Guy, needs to hook the leg a little deeper to make a pin like that.”

JOHNSON: “Good advice by Vinny, big shocker there.”

VASSA: “The kid needs all the help he can get, playing nothing but video games probably has turned him into a drooling zombie.”

Wasting no time, Da Troll Guy pulls Evil back up to his feet, but Evil being evil quickly hits a cheap shot with an elbow to the ribs. Evil hits another couple of quick hits and follows that up with a spinning backhand shot to the jaw. Evil leaps up grabbing Fernandez by the head and yanks down…

SSSSSSLLAAMM!!!

…slamming him face first down into the mat with a snap DDT!!

JOHNSON: “Great change of momentum there! Johnny Evil putting Fernandez’s face off the mat the hard way. One half of the Asshole Antagonists getting it done tonight.”

VASSA: “I am shocked you acutally said Asshole Antagonists on live television. Did it hurt a little?”

JOHNSON: “A little.”

Evil does not go for the cover, instead he uses the break to pull himself back up to his feet and just to do a little bit of recovering himself. Fernandez pulls himself back up as well but by the time he is able to get back up to his feet Johnny Evil is able to connect with a springboard dropkick knocking the wind out of Fernandez and sending him crashing through the middle ropes and to the outside of the ring. Evil charges across the ring and dives just as Fernandez gets up on the outside of the ring hitting with a collision and sending both men crashing to the floor. The crowd pops for that move.

JOHNSON: “Like him or hate him, these fans appreciate the sacrifice of sending yourself through the ropes for the high risk, high reward dives that Johnny Evil can pull off.”

VASSA: “Evil taking the fight to the floor with that incredible move, like you said high risk, high reward and it pays off there.”

JOHNSON: “It looks like Fernandez might have hit the guardrailing shoulder first on contact, but either way he’s holding onto that arm in some pain now.”

VASSA: “Let’s hope for his sake that Evil doesn’t notice that.”

Johnny Evil pulls Fernandez back up to his feet and tosses him…

CRAAAAAAAAAASH!!!

…crashing into the steel stairs on the outside of the ring! Fernandez hits shoulder first as the top stair separates from the rest. Fernandez holds that in some pain, but Evil does not stop there as he charges in and connects with a running kick right that shoulder, this of course causes Fernandez to yell out in some pain.

VASSA: “Nevermind. I think he saw it.”

JOHNSON: “Indeed he did, even more damage to that shoulder of Mariano Fernandez, how much can that take?”

VASSA: “Yeah, I’m sure he’s reaching for a healing potion right about now. That’s a Skyrim thing, right?”

Evil pulls Fernandez back up to his feet and rolls him into the ring, however, Evil does not follow Fernandez back into the ring, instead he takes a detour and begins to climb to the top of the ropes from the outside. The crowd begins to buzz as Evil gets perched as Fernandez lays on his back. Evil leaps with a front flip from the top ropes…

SLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

…and connects with a double stomp to Da Troll Guy’s chest!! Evil quickly hooks the leg of his opponent.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Stuntman Front Flip and Mariano Fernandez is able to get the shoulder up at the last possible second!”

VASSA: “He thought he had him, Evil thought that was it.”

JOHNSON: “Fernandez not going down without a fight.”

VASSA: “I’m sure there’s a Skyrim reference in there somewhere, but I can’t be bothered to play that shit ever.”

Johnny Evil doesn’t look too happy about the count and gives some complaint to referee Laroy Jones, but Laroy shows him the speed of the count and explains back that it was only two emphatically. Evil turns his attention back towards Mariano. Da Troll Guy has been able to force his way back to a neutral position on all fours, but Evil quickly changes that with a snap kick right to the ribcage of Fernandez! This is followed by a second and third, Fernandez crawls his way towards one of the corner looking to pull himself back up to his feet, Evil allows Fernandez to pull himself back up to his feet and nails Da Troll Guy in the ribs again with a couple of forearm shots, this leads to a belly to back suplex…

SLLLAMM!!!

JOHNSON: “No! Fernandez lands on his feet instead! Dropkick Arrow in the Knee!! Johnny Evil crumbles to the mat with the impact of that targeted kick!”

VASSA: “Nasty shot there, probably illegal too. Oh well.”

JOHNSON: “You don’t know that reference, do you?”

Fernandez does his best to recover from the damage he’s taken in the brief moment he has before Evil gets back up to his feet, Fernandez quickly darts to the ropes next to him, leaping up onto the middle rope just as Evil gets back up to his feet and springboards off of it…

SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAMM!!!

There is an audible “Holy shit” from the crowd as Johnny Evil connects with a straight jacket backstabber from out of mid-air!! All the air rushes out from the lungs of Fernandez as they crash to the mat!

VASSA: “Did you see that?! Did you see that!? Holy Shi–”

JOHNSON: “Johnny Evil connecting with a Lethal Injection from out of nowhere and now he’s going to make the cover here, a hook of the leg…”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

JOHNSON: “Mariano Fernandez gets the foot on the ropes!! Evil can’t believe it right now, he’s besides himself.”

VASSA: “Just drag him to the middle of the ring, Johnny. That was just a twitch, drag him to the center of the ring and make the pin.”

JOHNSON: “Evil instead is besides himself, slamming his hands against the mat and yelling at referee Laroy Jones. Jones didn’t put his foot on the ropes.”

VASSA: “Or did he?”

JOHNSON: “No, he didn’t.”

VASSA: “Oh.”

Evil pulls himself back up to his feet, and then goes right back to the attack stomping on that foot that Fernandez used to hook the ropes with anger and rage. Mariano does his best to cover up, but then Evil pulls him by the foot and hooks on an ankle lock sinking down to maximize the punishment. Fernandez does his best to try to roll out of the hold, but Evil continues to wrench down as much as possible. Eventually after a good fight, Fernandez is able to reach the ropes with his hands but Evil continues to hold the ankle lock. This causes the referee to begin a five count, at four and a half Evil lifts up on the leg of Fernandez and slams him down knee first onto the mat.

JOHNSON: “Evil getting a little… well, uh… evil with that ankle lock.”

VASSA: “Did you really make that pun?”

JOHNSON: “I did Vinny, I really did.”

VASSA: “How evil of you.”

Evil waits to see Fernandez pull himself back up to his feet using the ropes, the damage done to Mariano shows as he favors his shoulder still and now he hops around on the one good leg he has left. Evil is like a shark sensing blood at this point, just waiting to strike one more time. As Mariano turns around Evil connects with a boot to the midsection quickly doubling over Da Troll Guy and hooking under both of his arms. Evil goes to lift up Fernandez, but somehow Fernandez muscles up the strength to flip Evil up and over the top ropes and onto the ring apron. Da Troll Guy, however, stumbles forward falling onto the hurt knee and cannot follow that counter up.

JOHNSON: “You can see the will to fight in the Da Troll Guy as he continues to counter big move after big move here.”

VASSA: “Yeah, but the damage has been done by Johnny Evil here tonight, if this goes any longer we might be looking at a lengthy injury stint for Fernandez. I guess that gives him more time to play Skyrim, though.”

Evil pulls himslef back up to his feet on the ring apron, just as Mariano turns around in the ring pushing himself back up onto his one good leg. Evil leaps up onto the top ropes and then springboards himself towards the center of the ring…

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!

…HOLY SHIT POP! from this Norfolk crowd. Somehow Fernandez planted on his one good leg and connected with a Pele style kick to the face of an airborne Johnny Evil!! Evil crashes into the mat and does not look like he’s in too good shape right now.

JOHNSON: “WHAT AN INCREDIBLE COUNTER BY DA TROLL GUY!”

VASSA: “That just caused me to spit my drink out! That prick.”

JOHNSON: “Pele kick to the skull of a flying Johnny Evil and I don’t know where Mariano Fernandez found the strength to pull that one off. This crowd is saying exactly what we are thinking here at the booth right now.”

VASSA: “We need another drink?”

JOHNSON: “No, holy sh… well you get the idea.”

Indeed there is a chant of “HOLY SHIT” as Da Troll Guy pulls himself back up to his feet, Johnny Evil is doing the same but he is out on dream street right now not knowing where the heck he might be right now. Da Troll Guy lifts up a dazed Johnny Evil high into the air going for a suplex with all the strength he has left in his body…

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!!!

…dropping him down into a screwdriver slam. The crowd is in shock for the move as Mariano just lays onto his opponent for the cover.

JOHNSON: “THERE IT IS DOVAHKIIN DRIVER!! THE COVER!!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: “Your winner in very impressive fashion here tonight, Mariano Fernandez. Johnny Evil had him on the ropes a lot here tonight, but the Noard One just kept on finding a counter for everything Evil could throw at him.”

VASSA: “It should be said that we at Four Corners Wrestling do not condone the playing of that much Skyrim, ever.”

JOHNSON: “Seemed to be fine for Fernandez.”

Indeed it is as the referee raises Mariano’s good shoulder and hand into the ring for victory as once again the ‘Song of the Dragonborn’ from The Elder Scrolls V – Skyrim begins its triumphant rhythm. Mariano gives one more good shout towards this crowd.

POWERS: “Here is your winner… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

Hopkins was seen with a slight limp as he appeared backstage, looking for someone in particular. He looked around, his left hand on his chest, his right hand on his hip, pressing against to what seemed painful. The jacket to his jumpsuit was heavily wrinkled, torn at the edges and overall just complete mess. It right now wasn’t the first thing on Hopkins mind. His eyes were narrow, steam could be seen from his nose. His head turned side to side, going from door to door before coming to a full stop. Looking down the corridor his eyes grow wide as Jason Cashe approaches with his arms wide at his sides.

CASHE: ”Huh? Huh! Check it out! You like this shit or WHAT?”

”World$tars” in big bold lettering spread out over the front of his Hoodie. Cashe had put money into this. An investment even as small as it might have been, he was backing this first time Tag Team. Hopkins couldn’t hold back a laugh as his head shakes from side to side.

HOPKINS: “Shit, that’s kinda fly though, Jason. Not gonna lie. I’m a bit heated at the moment but you rockin that hoodie well!”

Lookin the hoodie over once more, steadily nodding, he points his finger.

HOPKINS: “You got another one of those bad boys … my jacket, well shit, it’s messed up from earlier. We matchin! My boys kinda skep’ with you and all but I told them I’m putting money on deck. We gonna surprise folks tonight!”

Oddly enough out from under the front of his hoodie comes another folded up and wrapped in plastic. Hopkins gave it and Cashe a weird look. The strange stare catches Cashe’s attention and he laughs wanting to explain.

CASHE: ”With Queef acting four kinds of Coo Coo most days and Bryan Williams cheaping shotting me to the nuts. Padding is never a bad idea. This like Prison around here now. Folks getting robbed, killed, fucked, sucked, and it’s just a goddamn Asylum! Kind of brings ya back though doesn’t it?”

Looking slightly off to the side. Cashe almost loses himself in a flashback memory.

CASHE: ”Tsk I sure miss APW sometimes ya know? But hell that’s the past and right here, right now? It’s time for a WOOOOORLD Premiere! The world has WAITED! The Stars have ALIGNED! It’s Time! It’s Time! It’s WOoooooorld$taaaaars Time! Woooo with MAC and CHEESE! Let’s get hype man!”

He damn well could see Hopkins has some pains yet Cashe wasn’t concerned as he gave Hopkins a friendly slap to the outside shoulder. Trying to hype up his partner. Cashe was ready but it had to be weird for Hopkins.

HOPKINS: “Yeah, I know the feeling. Mentioning APW and flashbacks kind of take you to a certain point. Great times.”

Hopkins shared a laugh with his now seemingly former nemesis as he nodded.

HOPKINS: “I’m feeling the hype but I’m not gonna lie man, I got the slight shakes. This is finally going to happen. Never happened in APW. I mean there was “Dying Breed” and of course “Foul Play” but all those years since and now finally, we getting a true shot at this. Seeing where it goes.”

Hopkins shook his head.

HOPKINS: “Not everyday you get to tag with a partner who you once wanted to choke by the neck, Latrell Sprewell-like. People will never understand this but despite the past tag fails, we the only ones who know each other to the core. Elijah, Bryan … they don’t!”

CASHE: ”I think they wear the same sized underroos though! Like I’d put money on it that they shop in the little boy section of Wal-Mart! No judgement. I’ll spend a good Thousand at fucking Wal-Mart… One trip, they got some stuff!”

HOPKINS: “Well Rollback prices are especially great when it’s a neat purchase. I don’t blame ya! I’ll bet Eli buys up the panties.”

Catching the hoodie in the package from Cashe, Hopkins pulls off the plastic as he unzips and tosses his torn top to his jumpsuit. He slips with ease into the hoodie, feeling the comfortability within it, smiling.

HOPKINS: “This is badass man. I like the feel of this. I can feel the energy. Ready to put these fools on notice? Put em on WS?”

CASHE: ”Oh no doubt! No doubt! But hey in all seriousness…”

Nodding as if he was about to ask how Hopkins was holding up. Cashe throws out a curve.

CASHE: ”Can you do a Triple Moonsault? I tried a Double and wooo weeee that shit is TOUGH!”

Hopkins laughed as he just lowered his head.

HOPKINS: “Haha, nah man, gotta be light as shit to pull off a triple. Double was hard enough in training. Triple, you gotta weigh that of a pancake fam.”

He pointed his finger, thinking on something.

HOPKINS: “I can sorta give you some pointers on pulling off the double in a training sesh’. Telling you is hard as hell to do. Visual aide always suits better. Gotta be committed with it though.”

The smile on his face was big and bright! Toothless gap on his smile only added the his charisma or he’d tell you that and sell it like a dopeman slanging his own product. Nodding excited at the thought of MAYBE being able to nail it one day had Cashe in giddy mode.

CASHE: ”And don’t be afraid to bite folks tonight! I’ma have lock jaw if need be but watch where you clamping down aight?”

Stepping back Cashe rubs the left side of his chest remembering what had happened. Now both of them had their reasons to feel weird about the pairing. It was still a big moment for Cashe and he wished he could share it with his left nipple. Wherever it might be now.

HOPKINS: “Yeah…that, biting. I dunno bro. I don’t think that’s gonna happen. Learned my lesson from the past of course.”

Jair tried not to point at Cashe’s chest. Taking in a deep sigh, Jair refreshed his expression as it was now a confident smirk. He raised his fist up for a fistbump as Cashe connected on his end. Hopkins nodded.

HOPKINS: “If it come down to last resort, especially with what went down earlier with Eli and I, it might definitely get interesting…and bloody. His girl might not like the change if it comes to it.”

Leaving a ‘question mark’ in the air on that comment, Hopkins threw up the peace sign to his partner Cashe before walking past.

HOPKINS: “I’m really hoping it doesn’t come down to it, but I’ll be seeing you out there fam. Lace em’ up tight, JC!”

Hopkins made his way around the corner as Cashe continued on heading the opposite direction. All went to a fade before cameras headed back to ringside for action.

UNDERCARD
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
NO HOLDS BARRED

LORD RAAB VS. SATIVA NEVAEH VS. ADRIAN TANNER JR. ©

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

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak.

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “4CW’s Green Disease Monster”, LORD RRAAAABB!!!”

Raab and Losak stand at the top of the entrance ramp, looking towards the ring. Raab then slowly proceeds towards the ring. He then high fives the fans before he walks up the ringside steps before entering the ring underneath the top rope. He crouches down in the corner, moving back and forth, rubbing his hands together in excitement and rolling his neck around. He remains focused with anger in his eyes as he waits for the match to begin as Henry Losak stands at ringside.

POWERS: “Our next challenger!”

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

POWERS: “Coming to the ring, 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 makes 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, staring 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.

POWERS: “And the champion!”

The house lights dim to black and a video begins to play on the screen.

E A R T H A R M Y

RECRUITMENT CENTER

Philip J. Fry and Bender “Bending” Rodriquez stand at the front of an Earth Army recruitment line. They can’t stop giggling to themselves as the step up to talk the recruiter.

BENDER: ”Hello… We’re here because we, uh, love our planet.”

RECRUITER:”Sign here on the dotted line, Patriots, and I’ll give you your discount cards.”

FRY: ”Just outta curiosity, we can use our discount cards to buy gum, then immediately quit the army, right?”

BENDER: ”You know? Playing you all for chumps?”

RECRUITER: ”Correct, there’s no obligation.”

Fry and Bender continue giggling to themselves as they sign the paper.

RECRUITER: ”Unless of course, war were declared.”

“The recruiter nods ominously. Suddenly, the red lighted alarm goes off behind them. A close caption underneath the alarm light reads “Asshole Alarm. Fry and Bender look around in confusion.”

FRY: ”What’s that!?”

The Recruiter locks his hands in a sinister fashion.

RECRUITER: ”War were declared.”

The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million pieces as “Tom Sawyer” by Deadsy booms through the speakers. Loud fireworks explode from the stage as the song kicks in and Adrian Tanner Jr stands in the middle of the stage, arms out to his side and head covered by the hood of his ring jacket with the XTV Championship secured around his waist. Red and white spotlights illuminate the stage as plays through the PA.

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Tucson, Arizona, weighing in at two hundred twenty-seven pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall! He is ‘The Arizona Assassin’ and 4CW XTV Champion… ADRIAN TANNER JJUUNNIIOORR!!!”

The red spotlights make a circle through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune with the music for a very dizzying effect, as the Arizona Assassin makes his way down the ramp. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before he pulls the jacket off as he slides under the ropes. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and makes a gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the “guns”, “fires” then jumps down and removes the XTV Championship before handing it off to the official.

VASSA: “After literally falling into a championship reign at Fright Night, Adrian Tanner Jr. has his first defense here tonight on Adrenaline fifty-six.”

JOHNSON: “Having to defend the belt every other show, these matches are never easy. With the two challengers tonight, things are definitely NOT going to be easier whatsoever.”

VASSA: “Lord Raab is no stranger to these types of matches. He’s had his share in 4CW and with each one, he leaves it all in the ring, not holding anything back.”

JOHNSON: “He’s a monster in the ring and to be honest, I think a lot of people take him lightly just because he hasn’t held a championship in 4CW. I can’t think of many people who could go through the types of matches Raab does and receive the punishment he does and still fight on with their head held high.”

VASSA: “You may put him down briefly but I have never seen anyone put Raab down for good. The man keeps coming back for more and eventually, he will achieve his goal of becoming a champion in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “Then we have Sativa Nevaeh, a former 4CW Tag Team Champion and well known trouble maker in 4CW. Ever since her return, she’s a different person than she was a year ago and that means trouble for those who stand across from her in the ring.”

VASSA: “Last year we didn’t see this side to Sativa. Sure, she was impressive in her first stretch but now, she has an entirely different edge to her that makes her even more of a threat.”

JOHNSON: “This is a no holds barred match so she’ll finally be able to use that bat she carries around with her without facing the consequence of being disqualified.”

VASSA: “Ever since the XTV division changed from Extreme to No Holds Barred, we don’t see the mass amounts of weapons at ringside anymore. We used to see garbage cans packed full of weapons but now it’s anything goes and the weapons are up to the combatants.”

JOHNSON: “Speaking of weapons, Adrian Tanner refuses to use any unless the match specifically requires it. This should be interesting.”

VASSA: “This is a violent division and with the option to use weapons, it’s smart to take advantage of that.”

JOHNSON: “He’s made a bold statement by declaring that he will out wrestle those in front of him – while they use foreign objects. He’s going to overcome the odds so to speak.”

VASSA: “When the championship transitioned to the XTV and no holds barred last year, Jason Cashe set out to turn it into more of a violent style wrestling scenario. Instead of the weapons, wrestlers were given the opportunity to use the environment without things such as count outs or DQ’s.”

JOHNSON: “He did, but the option to use weapons is still on the table. This could blow up in Tanner’s face if he isn’t careful.”

VASSA: “Or he could prove that no matter what’s in front of him, he’s the best in that ring. He’s been impressive thus far since signing with 4CW and this XTV division should provide the chance for him to display his in-ring capabilities.”

With the XTV Championship in hand, the official raises it above his head as he turns to each side of the ring, putting it on display for the crowd in attendance. Walking to the ropes, the official then reaches over the top to hand it to a member of the ringside crew until Raab rushes over and rips it away from his hands. Fleeing the scene, the official rushes to the opposite side of the ring, away from everyone else before signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Turning around, Raab is greeted by Sativa with a shot to the stomach by her bat. As Raab lunges over, Sativa holds the bat against his throat as she reaches over him to grab the other side. Falling back, she uses the bat to pull Raab down, dropping him with a Russian leg sweep. The belt falls from Raab’s hands, sliding towards the center of the ring.

Before Sativa can get to her feet, Adrian rushes over and lunges at her. Popping up as he closes in, Sativa jabs the bat in Adrian’s stomach, stopping him in his tracks. Dropping to one knee, Sativa swings the bat at the back of Adrian’s knee, sweeping his legs out from under him. She then stands tall and takes an overhead swing at Adrian. Barely missing, Sativa slams the bat against the mat as Adrian rolls out of the way.

Sativa then takes another swing but Adrian quickly grabs the championship and holds it over his head, blocking the bat as it closes in. The bat flies from Sativa’s hands as it bounces off the belt. Adrian then tosses the belt towards Sativa, forcing her to catch it as he rolls backwards and up to his feet. Jumping up quickly, Adrian drop kicks the belt with both feet, slamming it back into Sativa’s face, sending her stumbling towards the ropes and through them to the outside.

VASSA: “I thought he wasn’t going to use weapons!”

JOHNSON: “Technically he didn’t. He just kicked what his opponent was holding.”

Rising up, Adrian gets blindsided as Raab levels him with a running shoulder block. Smacking the mat with a thud, Adrian quickly pops back up to his feet but gets sized up as Raab lays into him with a combination of boxing punches. Lifting Adrian into the air, Raab then drops him on his head with a scoop slam piledriver. After slowly getting up, Raab then jerks Adrian up from the mat and drags him to the ropes. Pressing Adrian’s throat across the top rope, Raab reaches up from underneath and locks onto his head with both hands, pulling it down while choking him with the rope.

JOHNSON: “In any other match this would be illegal but not here!”

VASSA: “This is what they mean by using the environment as a weapon.”

JOHNSON: “Bingo! You said it, Vinny.”

As Adrian’s face turns bright red from the lack of oxygen, Sativa slowly climbs back to her feet on the outside of the ring. Scanning the area, she spots the XTV championship lying on the floor not too far away. After racing over to pick it up, she climbs onto the apron. Running along the apron, Sativa slams the championship into Raab’s skull, breaking his hold on Adrian and sending him to the mat.

Pulling his head up from the rope, Adrian rubs his throat gently with his hands as he catches his break. Drawing back unnoticed, Sativa then takes another swing with the XTV Championship and cracks Adrian over the head with it, dropping him to the canvas. She then tosses the championship into the ring before turning to the corner and slowly making her way to the top.

VASSA: “If I had a dollar for every time that belt has been used as a weapon I’d be one rich mother fucker!”

JOHNSON: “In a division with matches like these, it only makes sense to use the prize as a weapon.”

VASSA: “We need to go back and look at the tape but just imagine all the blood that belt has had smeared across it.”

Looking over the crowd, Sativa positions herself before leaping away from the corner and doing a backflip. As gravity pulls her down, she lands across Adrian, executing the moonsault. Hooking his leg, she then goes for the pin as the official races over with the count.

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Sliding off of Adrian, Sativa’s pin attempt comes up short as Raab has her by the foot, dragging her from a few feet away. Turning her body, he brings her free legs knee to her chest and then kicks it straight, planting her foot into Raab’s face. With the mask covering the flesh, Raab barely feels the kick as he keeps his hold on her leg and slowly begins to climb to his feet. Drawing her leg back once more, Sativa kicks it straight once again, this time aiming for Raab’s stomach. Catching her other foot, Raab now has both, one in each hand. He then uses all of his strength to turn around, dragging Sativa and slowly lifting her up from the mat. After rotating a full one-eighty, Raab releases Sativa and throws her head first into the nearby corner.

JOHNSON: “Raab just threw her like a lawn dart.”

VASSA: “He’s twice her size and made that shit look easy.”

Crashing to the canvas with a thud, Sativa lies motionless as Raab walks over and rolls her from her side to her back. He then makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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TW–

From behind, Adrian limps over in a haste and breaks up the pin with a solid kick to the back of Raab’s head. Raab then pushes himself up in a rage and as he does, Adrian turns to the ropes beside them and jumps up onto the middle one. Springboarding off, Adrian turns his body and as Raab stands, Adrian puts him back down with a springboard lariat. The big man refuses to stay down and pulls himself up with the ropes beside him. Moving in, Adrian unloads on him with forearm shots to the back of the head and neck.

Adrian then pulls Raab up and locks onto his wrist. Using all of his weight to pull Raab, Adrian goes to whip him to the corner across the ring but before he can release, Raab reverses and sends Adrian racing to the corner instead. As Adrian slams into the corner, Raab takes off and charges at him full speed. Closing in, Raab lunges forward but Adrian quickly side steps him and drops him face first into the turnbuckle with a drop toe hold.

JOHNSON: “Raab had his bell rung right there with that drop toe hold!”

VASSA: “With two people in this match and refusing to use weapons, Adrian is going to have to be quicker than everyone else and he’s doing just that.”

On his feet, Adrian pulls Raab up from the mat and leans him against the corner. Hitting him with everything but the kitchen sink, Adrian pounds away at Raab’s frame with rights and lefts. Across the ring, Sativa is back on her feet. She spots her bat close by and quickly picks it up and charges towards Adrian and Raab. Taking a swing, the crowds reaction gives off a warning for Adrian to duck out of the way and as he does, the bat crashes down onto Raab’s head.

Turning to face Sativa, Adrian grabs onto the bat with both hands and tries to rip it from her hands but fails as Sativa refuses to let go herself. The two then struggle with one another momentarily before Sativa turns her body, pulling Adrian along and whipping him into the ropes. As Adrian’s back hits the ropes, Sativa releases the bat and the momentum alone causes Adrian to go up and over the top, flipping down to the floor below but landing on his feet with the bat still in hand.

VASSA: “How did he do that?!”

JOHNSON: “That may have looked good but no way that as anything other than pure luck.”

Realizing he landed safely on his feet, Adrian points the bat up at Sativa with a look of relief on his face. He then turns to the ringside steps close by and begins slamming the bat down onto them over and over until the wood begins to break into pieces. Now with multiple pieces of the bat at his feet, Adrian then picks them up and begins tossing them into the crowd for the fans to have as souvenirs.

JOHNSON: “Well isn’t that nice. It looks like some folks are going to take home some pieces of Sativa’s bat.”

VASSA: “Perry has been attacked with that bat and I bet he’s happy to see what Adrian has done to it.”

Furious, Sativa turns to the XTV Championship not far away. As she does, Adrian climbs up onto the apron. With the belt now in hand, Sativa charges full speed at Adrian and as she closes in, she takes a swing for his head.

JOHNSON: “Look out Adrian!”

Ducking down, Adrian avoids the belt to the head and as Sativa’s body comes over the top rope, he stands tall, using his back to lift her off her feet and flip her up and over, dropping her down to the floor. Like Adrian before, her rotation is nearly perfect as she lands on her feet but falls to the floor instantly, softening her fall. Adrian then climbs the corner beside him as Sativa quickly climbs to her feet. With his back turned to the inside of the ring, Adrian makes the move to jump from the top and down onto her. Out of nowhere, Raab throws all of his body weight onto the top rope, forcing Adrian to lose his balance and fall down to a seated position on the top with his legs spread to each side of the corner and the turnbuckle smashing his crotch.

VASSA: “OOOWWWWWW!!!”

JOHNSON: “I almost forgot Raab was even in the ring. He’s been down for quite a bit and pops in out of nowhere.”

VASSA: “You can never count Raab out. If you do, he’ll make you pay for it like he did with Adrian right there.”

Raab then moves in and reaches around Adrian’s body, wrapping his hand around Adrian’s throat. Lifting Adrian up from the corner, Raab holds him up as high as he can.

JOHNSON: “I know what’s coming next and at that height, it isn’t going to be pretty.”

Taking a step forward, Raab then drops to his knees while driving Adrian into the mat with a chokeslam while keeping his hand around his throat the entire time.

VASSA: “Holy Hell!”

JOHNSON: “The Chokinator!”

VASSA: “he could have crushed Adrian’s wind pipe with that choke slam!”

Releasing his hold, Raab looks down at the destruction he’s caused to Adrian and then lays across him, hooking his leg as the official races over for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

Flying through the air with the XTV Championship in hand, Sativa holds it underneath her leg as she comes down on top of Raab’s head with it, breaking up the pin with a leg drop with the belt.

VASSA: “Holy-fucking-shit!”

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: “Raab’s going to suffer from brain damage after that leg drop from the top using the belt!”

Rolling Raab over to his back before Adrian who is still out cold, Sativa then climbs over the Green Disease and makes the cover.

JOHNSON: “This could be it!”

VASSA: “They’re both out cold!”

Inching closer, the official then begins the count as his hand slaps the canvas.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “Oh shit, Sativa’s done it!”

JOHNSON: “We have a new XTV Champion folks!”

“Fucking in the Bushes” hits the speakers as Sativa grabs the XTV Championship beside her before slowly rising to her feet.

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

The official then raises her arm high as Sativa lifts the championship up with her other.

POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW XTV Champion… SATIVA NNEEVVAAEEHH!!!”

Pulling her arm away from the official, Sativa surveys the damage at her feet before smirking and turning to the nearest corner. Climbing the corner, she overlooks the crowd as she raises the championship high above her head.

JOHNSON: “After overcoming the odds at Fright Night, Adrian Tanner is no longer the XTV Champion.”

VASSA: “There’s a new XTV sheriff in town and it’s Sativa Nevaeh!”

JOHNSON: “With the frequency of these XTV Championship matches, that could change in a matter of moments.”

VASSA: “The XTV division is fast paced. There no doubt about that. But let the girl enjoy her moment before you become a downer like that stupid associate of hers, Dave.”

JOHNSON: “I wasn’t trying to be a downer.”

VASSA: “Yes Steve, you were. Fucking prick!”

JOHNSON: “Whatever! Folks, we have quite the mess to clean up here at ringside. We’re going to go backstage momentarily but don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back before you know it with more Adrenaline action!”

Our scene cuts backstage to find Eli Carlson alone in his lockerroom, the wear and tear of scrapping with Jair throughout the evening showing in some scrapes and bruises that were beginning to make themselves known. He’s dressed in his ring gear, with the main event looming just a few moments away. Despite the craziness of the evening there’s a peacefulness about him as the camera crew closes in on him. He glances upward and shakes his head somewhat annoyedly.

E. CARLSON: ”It’s irrelevant nights like these that amuse me the most. Already the pundits, analysts and fans are buzzing wondering what everything that has happened so far this evening mean. What does it mean that Jair and I have been fighting all night long, security barely able to keep us apart. What could it possibly mean for the 4CW Championship picture that Jair, the knight in shining armor, the champion that the fans love, has let himself become so driven by emotion he can’t think clearly. What will it mean when Bryan Williams and myself walk to that ring and face Jason Cashe and Jair Hopkins? New Era squaring off against the Old Guard. And I’m here to tell you in the end it means absolutely nothing. No matter what happens tonight, it doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

He shrugged his shoulders and ran his hand across his abdomen, touching a sensitive spot that had been problematic for months now. His ribs. Lauryn Wolfe was to blame for that. No, she had never been able to win when it mattered but she had left a lasting mark on Eli.

E. CARLSON: ”Whatever happens tonight, nothing changes. That’s how destiny works. The little battles don’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Only men like Jair Hopkins and Jason Cashe who are too blind and feeble minded to see the whole picture think that it matters. While they fight insignificant battles and struggle to maintain their relevance, I see the big picture. I can see when a single battle is worth being sacrficed for the greater, more substantial victory.”

Eli turns fully towards the camera, his joking and playful attitude gone and replaced by the more serious minded Eli that has been seen as of late.

E. CARLSON: ”For too long 4CW has been looking for someone to lead them. Jason Cashe, Jair Hopkins, Dakota Smith, CJ O’Donnell, Chris Madison, Bronx Valescence, Brennan Devlin, Ramona Epps, Felicity Banks and others were once the army of top tier talent driving the company to bigger and better things. They were the workhorses. The one’s that everyone could count on to take the spotlight and make it brighter. Yet, in the end, each and every one of them has failed this company. Who remains? Cashe and Hopkins. Hopkins, whose title reign is so marred by the fact that he’s terrified to defend his belt against anyone. So terrified that he’d willingly set the hopes and dreams of the former number one contender ablaze… literally. Cashe, well, he’s been bullied into doing what the mass mainstream idiot fans who follow 4CW religiously have told him to do. They cry favoritism. They cry foul. They cry a thousand other things about him and he buckles under the weight of it all. Every hero of 4CW’s past has fallen by the wayside.”

Heaving a deep breath of air into his lungs and letting it out, it’s as though Eli has placed an unseen burden entirely upon his own shoulders.

E. CARLSON: ”Hopkins and Cashe, instead of leading 4CW to glorious heights, have instead lead the company to its darkest hour under the guise of being hero’s. You’re not hero’s. You’re failures. You’re disappointments. You took what should have been great and you destroyed it, brick by brick. The two of you cry out against the Royal Family, as if you aren’t the reasons we’ve risen to the top in the first place. If you hadn’t let this company down there would have been no need for us. Perry Wallace never would have turned and handed the keys to the kingdom to myself, Genie, Tara and Jason. But the simple fact of the matter is that you two couldn’t be trusted to handle the burden anymore. Don’t worry. It’s not your burden to bear any longer. What happens tonight, in the end, it doesn’t matter.”

Lowering his head, Eli’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

E. CARLSON: ”4CW fans, you no longer have to worry. Your chosen Prince has accepted the role thrust upon him. I am 4CW’s last hero, and at Winter Wasteland, I claim the crown that goes along with it. Tonight, well. What happens tonight is just one piece of the puzzle. While you all are busy fighting and bickering over that one piece, i’ll be completing the masterpiece.”

Eli taps his wrist and smirks arrogantly.

E. CARLSON: ”Clocks ticking, champ. See you soon.”

Without another word, Eli turns his back on the camera and the scene fades to ringside.

HEADLINE
FATE CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT

LAURYN WOLFE VS. TARA DAVIDSON
VS. PERSEPHONE MARQUIS ©

POWERS: ”The following contest is a triple threat match for the Fate Championship and is scheduled for ONE FALL…”

VASSA: ”It’s been a crazy night here just one day before thanksgiving and I have to say, if I couldn’t be stuffing my fat face with mashed potatoes and gravy right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed we certainly have a lot to be thankful for here in 4CW. I’m thankful that we’re not Boardwalk Wrestling.”

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that we’re not Honor Wrestling.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m thankful that we’re not Fight One.”

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that I’m not Alan Jones.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m thankful that I’m not Amber Richards.”

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that I’m not Tommy Knox’s penis. ”

JOHNSON: ”I’m thankful that I’m not Maddox Lucien’s twitter account.”

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that Perry Wallace has enough money to give his entire roster spaceships, and that we’re not as poor as King of the Cage is, being only able to give all of their competitors a new car..”

JOHNSON: ”I’m thankful that Riley has never asked me to talk..”

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that…”

“Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles

Just what you’d expect inside her new Balenciaga

Vile romance, turned dreams into an empire

Self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers”

The commentators continue to go on with the things they’re thankful for and as the lights dimmed downed, a lone spotlight shines down at the center of the stage as the mid-tempo alternative pop sound of Halsley’s “New Americana” plays throughout the venue. As the song’s pace picks up a bit and nears the chorus, a figure can be seen slowly making its way onto the stage. The lone figure then makes its way to where the spotlight was shinning at. As the person stands there, the lights all around come back on just as the chorus blares out:

“We are the new Americana

High on legal marijuana

Raised on Biggie and Nirvana

We are the new Americana”

POWERS: “Introducing first…. Coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred twenty-six pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, she is the “Unabashedly Unrefined”… LAURYN WOOOOLLFFEEE!!!”

With the lights bright, everyone can now see Lauryn Wolfe with her arm raised and her back towards them. Lauryn turns around and slowly surveys the crowd with a sly smirk across her face before making her way down to the ring. She completely ignores everyone, as she only has the ring in her main line of sight. As Lauryn reaches the ring, she slides in and scales the nearest turnbuckle once she gets up. Cupping her hands by her mouth, Lauryn howls out and then raises her hand up once more. With a more serious expression on her face, Lauryn looks around the venue once more before coming back down and leaning up against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to get underway.

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that Lauryn Wolfe takes such good care of her body….. unnnngggghhhhh…”

“Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I’m not that easy”

As the sound of “Blood” by In This Moment fills the inside of the arena, the lights are dimmed down, leaving only a bright spotlight which shines upon the curtains as a lone female figure pushes them open stepping out to the jeers and catcalls of the crowd. Tara Davidson places her hands upon her hips as a smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth while she soaks in the reaction of the crowd. She tosses her hair back behind her shoulders before she begins to walk towards the ring with the crowd still clammoring to be heard above the pounding music.

POWERS: “”Hailing from Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, four inches tall. She is ‘The Red Queen’… TARA DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”

“Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I’m a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy”

Tara approaches closer towards the ring and swiftly jumps up onto the apron as she kneels down upon one knee. She keeps one hand upon the middle rope as she looks out towards the crowd blowing them some kisses before slipping in between of the ropes with ease. Once inside of the ring, she walks towards the middle and flips her hair back one more time as the lights come back on before the music fades out leaving just the jeers of the crowd to fill the inside of the arena.

JOHNSON: ”I’m thankful for Tara’s behind. It’s so nice that a man my age can forget his little blue pills at home.”

With the intro of the song out of the way, Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp with the championship around her waist.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring, she if the 4CW Fate Champion… PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS!!!”

Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions at her. However, she pays no mind to either of them; patting her hands on her belt; showing that she doesn’t need anything else.

“These hoes ain’t loyal!”

She enters the ring and regards her opponents with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression as she takes the championship off her hips. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk as she drapes the belt on her shoulder, petting it lovingly and giving it a kiss before she passes it to the referee.

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that Persephone doesn’t kink shame anyone..”

JOHNSON: ”Worried she might think less of you for that incident with the goat?”

VASSA: ”WE’RE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THAT STEVE!.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m thankful that my therapist has helped me to compartmentalize and forget all of the horrific stories Vinny has told me about his sexual escapades.”

VASSA: ”Clearly not all of them. And I was only in jail for three days because of that incident!”

The three women stand in the ring waiting for the match to begin. All three appear to be focused on the task at hand when The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.

“Ah ah ah yep yep yep

The baddest bitch is back,

I’m back part 2, part 2

I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”

Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.

“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel

Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills

And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib

And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip

I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick

And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”

Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she makes her way around the ring, pausing on the far side to run her hands over her body taunting the first row of fans..

”And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick

And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch

And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”

She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the time keeper and waves her hand at him dismissively, telling him to find a new seat because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He obeys and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down, waving at Marquis, who seems to be a mixture of annoyed and amused at the fact that Genie had actually come to ringside.

VASSA: ”What’s Genie doing out here? Shouldn’t she be in the back resting her fragile womb… or something?”

JOHNSON: ”Vinny! Ask questions later. We’re telling everyone what we’re thankful for right now.”

VASSA: ”I’m thankful that Genie had a miscarriage and that her vagina is still safely intact. Well, as much as it can be after fifty… something dudes.”

JOHNSON: ”As am I, Vinny, as am I.”

DING!!! DING!!!

With the referee signalling for the bell, the match is immediately underway and the action is hot and heavy from the very beginning. At ringside, Genie claps and cheers Tara on as the three women collide in the center of the ring. Tara takes a swing at Marquis and connects but is immediately met by a kick to the stomach from Lauryn. Before Lauryn can then turn her attention to the champion, Marquis responds with a forearm to the face of Lauryn wolfe only to have Tara grab Marquis by the hair and slam her down to the mat, the champions head bouncing off of it roughly causing the woman to grab the back of her head with both hands. Lauryn, having gathered herself, fires herself at Tara with a flying lariat, taking the woman down and then moving to continue her assault on Marquis, who had managed to get back to her feet. Persephone ducks under a clothesline from Lauryn and then nearly takes Tara’s head off with a clothesline of her own. With quick reflexes, Marquis spins and catches a charging Lauryn Wolfe and tosses her overhead with a belly to belly suplex.

VASSA: ”God what I would pay to be Lauryn Wolfe’s wedgie..”

Marquis takes a moment to gloat and point at Genie, telling her that that’s how a real champion handles her business. Both of her opponents use the momentary break in the action to recover and get back to their feet, their eyes both locked on the defending champion. Lauryn is the first to go after Persephone, charging at her and catching her slightly off guard as she lowers her shoulder and drives her back forcefully into the corner. Tara then moves and pulls Lauryn off of Marquis and sends her tumbling between the middle and top rope to the outside. Marquis, using the brief distraction to her advantage, steps out of the corner and grabs Tara, shoving her back into it. She’s quick to deliver two stomps to Tara’s abdomen although it’s not like she’s carrying a fake baby named Alvin Simon Theodore IV that could be fake murdered but the effect is still the same. Tara slumps down halfway and is then stood up by a chop across her rather voluptuous chest. Unable to resist, Marquis gooses Tara and smiles as the woman is quickly brought back to reality, her demeanor turning angry as she pushes Marquis away from her.

JOHNSON: ”What I would pay to be Marquis’ hand a few moments ago…”

Before Marquis can continue her attack any further, Lauryn wraps her arm around Tara’s ankle and trips her up, causing her to slam face first off the mat. The unabashedly unrefined female slides into the ring but is met with a stiff kick to the stomach. The champion turns her attention to Lauryn and delivers another stiff kick to her stomach and then turns and screams at Genie saying that this should have been her. As she does so she’s caught unaware by Tara getting back to her feet. As she does, Tara cracks a wicked superkick off Persephone’s jaw and the champion drops like a sack of potatoes. Tara is quick to cover, as Genie screams in delight from the timekeepers seat.

ONE

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TWO

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Before the referee’s hand can come down a third time, Lauryn manages to dive and breakup the pinfall attempt. She rolls back to her feet quickly, pulling Tara up by the hair and sending her into the ropes. As Tara comes back on the rebound Marquis grabs Lauryn by the ankle and trips her up much like Lauryn had done to Tara moments earlier. Lauryn stumbles into a running knee from Tara, knocking her flat on the mat. Marquis, back to her feet, grabs Tara and bulldogs her down to the mat, covering Tara quickly.

ONE

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TWO

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As Lauryn breaks up the second pinfall attempt, she makes sure to drive an elbow home roughly to the back of Persephone’s head, stunning the champion. Lauryn quickly shoves Marquis off of Tara and then covers Tara herself.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

At ringside a look of worry is washed away by a look of relief as Tara kicked out of Lauryn’s pinfall attempt. Frustrated, Lauryn shouts at the referee before pushing herself back up to her feet. As she stands, Persephone charges at her but Lauryn sidesteps and lets Marquis bounce of the ropes. As she rebounds and comes back, Lauryn lowers her shoulder and spears Persephone down to the mat, mounting her and delivering a multitude of punches that Marquis can only cover up and absorb as best as she can.

Tara, recovering, gets back to her feet and pulls Lauryn off of Marquis by her hair. She quickly ties Lauryn up and then drives her down into the mat with a forward russian leg sweep. Marquis, having slowly gotten back to her feet, stands with her back to Tara. Quickly, Tara runs at Marquis, swooping one arm around Persephone’s neck and then using the corner turnbuckles as a springboard to spin and drive Marquis down into the mat with a bulldog of her own. Lauryn, sensing the danger of the match swinging rapidly in Tara’s favor, pushes herself back to her feet long enough to dive and take Tara out at her knee. Tara falls and Lauryn collapses to the mat. With all three women down the referee begins to count to ten.

“One! … Two!”

VASSA: ”It’s been all action here from the start but it looks like the three women have finally managed to take enough out of each other. Who will seize the momentum now?!”

JOHNSON: ”So we’re done with the things we’re thankful for? Well, I’ve got one more. I’m thankful for this match. Hell of a show put on by these ladies up to this point..”

“Three! … Four!”

VASSA: ”Let’s not forget, if the referee gets to ten and all three women are counted out, Persephone will retain her championship.”

JOHNSON: ”I can’t imagine she would want to retain it that way, though. People are already questioning her legacy after her showing in the tag match at the last Adrenaline.”

“Five! … Six!”

Nobody in the ring is stirring. Outside of the ring, Genie is beside herself, imploring Tara to get back to her feet. It’s clear she’s fully invested in seeing her partner and Royal Family teammate walk away victorious. Having left the timekeepers table, Genie slams her hands on the ring apron to try and get Tara’s attention but for the time being it seems to be of no effect as all three women remain down and out.

“Seven! … Eight!”

Lauryn is the first to begin to show signs of life, rolling over onto her side. Tara and Marquis, at the same time, begin to try to work their way back up but still the referee’s count continues as none of them have managed to get back to their feet.

“Nine!”

VASSA: ”No way. It can’t end like this.”

JOHNSON: ”What’s Genie doing?!”

Genie, sensing the risk of this ending in a triple count out, hops up onto the ring apron and shouts at the referee, distracting him from his count and giving the women a few extra moments to collect themselves. Lauryn and Tara are the first ones back to their feet and they meet dead center in the ring. In the blink of an eye, Lauryn drives a stiff kick into Tara’s stomach and immediately positions Tara. The crowd, completely cut off guard by the sudden turn of events and resumption of the lightning fast pace of the match, shouts gleefully as they watch Lauryn twist and drive Tara down into the mat. FIERY IMPULSE!

VASSA: ”Oh my God! Lauryn Wolfe is going to be the new Fate Champion!!!!!.”

JOHNSON: ”COVER HER LAURYN!”

Lauryn, standing up and seemingly a bit shocked that things had turned in her favor that quickly, stares at the fallen body of Tara Davidson for a half moment too long. Out of nowhere, Persephone Marquis springs to the ropes and uses them as a springboard, knocking Genie down of the apron to the outside of the ring. As she leaps she hooks Lauryn around the neck and drives her down to the mat as well. PETTY CASH!

VASSA: ”…. What is even happening? PERSEPHONE MARQUIS IS GOING TO RETAIN!.”

JOHNSON: ”Against all odds! I can’t believe it!”

Knowing that she has the match locked up, Persephone stands and blows a kiss at Genie who scowls at her and hops back up onto the ropes. Taking her time, Marquis grins and takes a step towards Genie, pointing to her waist and telling her that the Fate title will stay there for as long as she wants it to. And then… everything changed.

VASSA: ”OH MY GOD TARA!

With Persephone distracted by Genie, Tara crawls over to the champion and hooks an arm between Marquis legs, pulling her down to the mat and rolling her up in a small package. With Lauryn Wolfe down, Genie hops off of the apron as the referee slides in to count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

Marquis manages to kick out a half second too late, a look of shock on her face as Tara rolls out of the ring and into the waiting embrace of Genevie Carlson. From the timekeepers table, Genie grabs the Fate title and thrusts it into Tara’s arms as Marquis sits in the ring with her hands on her knees, staring at the duo in disbelief. Mockingly, Genie immitates wiping tears from her eyes and points at Marquis, laughing gleefully at the now former Fate champion.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… AND NEWWWWWW FATE CHAMPION….. TAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAA DAAAAAAAAVIDDDDDDSSSSOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!”

VASSA: ”I can’t believe my eyes… I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”

JOHNSON: ”Tara Davidson is the new Fate Champion. Persephone Marquis asked for this match. Begged for this match and in the end her ego cost her.”

VASSA: ”And to think, there’s still more to come tonight, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”I can only imagine how much crazier our main event is going to be. Whatever happens I think it’s safe to say that it won’t be anything like what we might expect it to be.”

VASSA: ”That’s a certainty when you throw someone as unpredictable as Jason Cashe into the mix..”

JOHNSON: ”Not to mention the tension that has been boiling over all night between Jair and Eli. And yet, if I had to put money on it, I’d say that Bryan Williams will end up being the deciding factor in the match. Is he on his game like he was at Fright Night? Or will he lay an egg like he did two weeks ago against Eddie Valentine?”

VASSA: ”We’ll find out the answer to those questions and more in just a minute folks.”

JOHNSON: ”Stay tuned.”

MAIN EVENT
ELIJAH CARLSON & BRYAN WILLIAMS
VS.
JASON CASHE & JAIR HOPKINS

DING!!! DING!!!

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

The lights around the arena go dark aside from one singular spotlight pointed directly at the top of the entrance ramp. After a few seconds of silence a man dressed to the nine’s in a tuxedo comes out with a scroll in his hands, stopping in the middle of the spotlight as another worker runs out a microphone and a stand and sets it before the unnamed man. Slowly the man unravels the scroll and clears his throat.

HERALD: ”HEAR YE! HEAR YE! By royal decree, the Prince and Princess of Four Corners Wrestling COMMAND YOU to rise from your seats and show some well deserved respect as Prince Eli makes his way to the ring. ALL RISE!”

Boo’s reign down upon the man loudly as he rolls the scroll back up and moves off to the side, standing with his arms at his side respectfully as the spotlight shuts off, plunging the entire arena into darkness. On the big screen, images of Elijah Carlson highlights flicker. A coronation kick to the temple of Chris Mosh, an Ascension leaping, twisting splash from the top rope onto Keith Daniels, and an image of Eli and Genie standing on top of the Warzone of Horrors cage scanning the crowd and the carnage around them are among the short bursts of images that are mixed in before once again the arena plunges into darkness. After a long moment of silence the sound of a fierce wind fills the arena before the opening beats of “Motivation” by T.I. ring forth over the speakers, the lights coming back on full blare as the big screen begins playing highlights of Eli’s career in 4CW again.

“Better get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)

Nigga, get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)

Haters better get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It’s motivation)

Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin’ get on yo job, nigga”

Finally emerging from the backstage area with his arms extended outward and a wide, arrogant grin on his face, Eli walks to the top of the entrance ramp and pauses, his arms slowly coming back down to grip the edges of the unzipped leather jacket. His eyes scan the crowd as the man in the tuxedo, who had been standing so respectfully still only moments earlier, bows low to the self proclaimed Prince of 4CW. As he bows, a group of other people come out from the backstage area and maneuver themselves around Eli. At his feet they begin to roll a red carpet down the entrance ramp for him to walk on. Instead of moving immediately down the ramp, however, Eli holds out his arm and waits patiently.

“You can look me in my eyes, see I’m ready for whatever

Anythang don’t kill me, make me better

I ain’t dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda

And the game, and the deal, I’m still a go-getter

Take my freedom for the moment but it ain’t fo-ever

I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer

I’m a king, seen hangin’ with some cold killas

I ain’t never back down or ran from no nigga”

A moment later Genevie steps out onto the stage and walks with a sarcastic smile on her face, gliding directly to Eli and linking her arm with his. Again, the man in the tuxedo bows to both of them, going so far as to allow his knee to touch the ground and rest there as he lowers his head. Without another moment passing, Eli and Genie begin their walk down the ramp toward the ring. Behind them the kneeling man stands and begins to roll the red carpet up behind them. Once at the bottom of the entrance ramp Genie frees her arm from Eli’s, taking his face into her tends and kissing him tenderly on the lips before he holds his arms out for her to remove his jacket for him. After she had done so the man in the tuxedo retrieves it from her while Eli rolls himself into the ring and makes his way over to the far turnbuckle, climbing it and raising his arms in the air sarcastically as the boo’s reign down even louder than before.

“I ain’t sat down yet, pimp, standin’ gorilla

Even if I’ma all alone or standin’ with four niggaz

Tell’em jump, pimpin’ it don’t get no realer

5’9″ with the soul of a 6’4″ nigga

I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down

From the real stand up guys of the A-Town

Can’t even look me in my eyes, put yo face down

I’m outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?”

As the music fades, the man in the tuxedo slowly raises the microphone back to his lips.

HERALD: Four Corners Wrestling is proud to present to you, accompanied by Genevie, the Princess of 4CW, standing six foot one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the 2016 Warzone of Horrors winner, the Number One Contender to the 4CW Championship AND… The Prince of Four Corners Wrestling… ELIIIIIIIIIIJAAAAAHHHH CARRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLSSSSSSSOOOOONNNNNN”

Eli hops down from the turnbuckle amidst a chorus of boo’s as Genie claps and cheers for him at ringside, sneering at the fans for daring to boo her husband. Nodding his head, Eli bounces on the balls of his feet as he silently goes through his pre-match warm up.

POWERS: “His partner!”

“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 and the 4CW Pride Championship slung over his shoulder. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his title for all to see. 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 the 4CW Pride Champion, “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. Bryan turns to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up onto the middle rope and once again holding his title for all to see.

JOHNSON: “According to Bryan Williams, this is the new guard in 4CW.”

VASSA: “That’s a bold statement to make if I’m being honest. Cashe and Hopkins are pillars of 4CW and not old by any means.”

JOHNSON: “With Bryan being the new Pride champion and Eli having an opportunity at the 4CW championship, they could very well make that statement true.”

VASSA: “That’s ridiculous! They can say what they want to but it’s going to take more than a single title win from both to make Hopkins and Cashe a thing of the past in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “I’m still shocked that Genie is out here tonight after what she’s been through leading up to tonight’s Adrenaline.”

VASSA: “If she knows what’s best for her, she’ll stay clear of the ring and let these four handle business amongst themselves.”

The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back.

POWERS: “And the opponents!”

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!!! WORLDSSTTAARRRR!!!”

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits his partner. The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds with the intro leading in…

“I’m a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?

Place all your money on the black and on the red, n—

This ain’t a gamble, it’s a promise, I’m a head splitter

Y’all been sleepin’ on me, now it’s time to shake the bed, n—“

POWERS: “His partner!”

As “Self-Preservation” by Kutt Calhoun starts up, Hopkins appeared from the back, the only thing shining was the 4CW Championship belt around his waist as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.

POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred two pounds. He is the 4CW Champion, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

“I am the last of a dying breed

Live by one code that some gon’ heed

Get rich or die tryin’ so I don’t sleep

So cold in these streets I’m Kelvin”

The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Unwrapping the title from around his waist, he holds it up high in the air, showing it off as the camera flashes catches every frame of movement. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

VASSA: “WORLD$TAR BABY!!!”

JOHNSON: “That seems to be what they’re calling themselves.”

VASSA: “We’ve seen these two nearly kill each other and now they’re on the same side fighting together.”

JOHNSON: “It is rather odd. The moment Jair aligned himself with Unstable, Cashe turned his back on them. Shortly after that Unstable fell off the radar.”

VASSA: “Rest is piss Unstable, but it had to happen eventually… and it’s all thanks to that toothless vagrant looking son of a bitch right there!”

JOHNSON: “Given Cashe’s tag and stable history, I would think that Jair will be looking over his shoulder during this match.”

VASSA: “Throw in their history, I would think the same thing too. I just don’t see that being the case tonight. Not when Bryan Williams is standing in the opposing corner.”

JOHNSON: “You do make a good point, Vinny. You just can’t tell when it comes to–“

VASSA: “Here we go!”

As Bryan and Eli discuss a game plan in their corner, Cashe and Hopkins bolt across the ring, charging in their direction. With their backs turned to the center of the ring, Eli and Bryan are oblivious to what’s closing in. Leaping through the air, Hopkins collides into Eli, knocking him against the corner with a body splash! Right behind him, Cashe flies, curling his legs and wrapping his arms around them, smashing into Bryan with a cannonball.

JOHNSON: “Looks like Jair and Cashe already discussed their game plan in the back!”

VASSA: “It’s kill or be killed! You have to be on your toes when in the ring with these two or else you’ll get caught slipping like Bryan and Eli!”

On their feet, Hopkins and Cashe keep Eli and Williams in the corner, raining down on them with lefts and rights. Racing over, the official forces himself between the four, demaning for a person from each team to exit the ring. Backing away, Cashe and Hopkins plead to the official, acting innocent as the two snicker amongst themselves. Holding both hands up, Cashe then turns his back to the official and takes a step towards his corner. Stopping in his tracks, Cashe quickly whips around and then charges right past the official, heading straight for Williams. As Cashe closes in, Williams ducks and then raises up, lifting Cashe off the mat and flipping him up and over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor.

JOHNSON: “That plan backfired on Cashe.”

VASSA: “Knowing him, it probably wasn’t planned. Just more of a spur of the moment kind of thing.”

Looking over the ropes and down to the floor, Williams shrugs his shoulders at the sight of Cashe rolling around at the base of the ring. He then looks to Eli and gets the nod as Eli steps through the ropes. With both Williams and Hopkins in the ring by themselves, the official then signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With the official making his way to the ropes and out of harms way, Williams steps away from the corner, approaching Hopkins in the center of the ring. Standing toe to toe, Williams slightly looks down to Hopkins as the two lock eyes and the crowd grows louder and louder as they wait in anticipation for the first strike to be thrown. After a short exchange of words, the two then ready themselves as they begin to slowly circle one another.

Shooting in, Williams goes for Hopkins’ leg but comes up empty handed as Hopkins quickly jumps back. As he pushes himself up, Hopkins then charges in and hits Williams in the face with a lifting knee, knocking him down to his back. Before Williams can even begin to get up, Hopkins closes in on him and begins kicking him repeatedly in the ribs. Hopkins then reaches down and grabs onto Bryan’s arm, pulling him up from the mat. Locking onto Bryan’s wrist, Hopkins then pulls him in to a backhand chop across the chest. The flesh on flesh slap echoes throughout the arena, piercing through the roars of the electric crowd.

Locking onto Bryan’s head, Hopkins then goes to drop him with a front face slam but Williams quickly reacts and delivers a breath taking elbow to the gut. Ducking down, Bryan then lifts Hopkins onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before quickly dropping him with a neck breaker. The impact of Jair’s body crashing to the mat sends a thundering thud into the soundwaves. Bryan then gets back to his feet and places his foot against Hopkins’ side, pushing him over to his stomach.

Stepping over Hopkins, Bryan then reaches down and wraps both arms around his waist. Using all of his strength, Bryan lifts Hopkins up from the mat and then falls backwards, dropping Hopkins on his head with a deadlift German suplex. As he gets to one knee, Bryan’s attention is quickly drawn as Eli cheers him on from the corner, applauding him. Rising to his feet, Bryan then points down to Jair before looking back and forth at his fallen body and Eli. Excitement runs through his body as Eli pleads for Bryan to come make a tag.

VASSA: “Eli is just chomping at the bit to get a piece of Jair.”

JOHNSON: “We all saw what happened two weeks ago. These two have a date set for Winter Wasteland. He needs to settle down and focus on the big picture.”

VASSA: “He is focusing on the big picture. If he can break Hopkins down before their match then the rest should be a walk in the park, theoretically speaking that is.”

JOHNSON: “We saw the same thing with Dakota and Jair and look how that turned out for Dakota.”

VASSA: “I know! It’s a dumb move if you ask me.”

Pulling Jair up from the mat, Bryan then whips him to the corner where Eli awaits on the outside apron. As Jair crashes into the corner, Bryan then takes off at him full speed. Closing in, Bryan leaps into the air with an enzuigiri kick aimed for Jair’s head. Rolling out of the way, Hopkins avoids the kick to the head as Bryan’s foot closes in on Eli’s head. Ducking at the last second, Eli avoids the kick to the head as Bryan’s foot catches the top rope and he falls straight to the mat, crashing onto his back.

Racing to get up, Bryan makes it to one knee before Hopkins grabs ahold of his head with both hands. Holding Bryan’s head in place, Jair begins slamming his knee into Bryan’s face over and over until knocking him senseless. Jair then pulls Bryan up from the mat but as he does, a loud slap is heard.

SLAP!!!

From the apron, Eli reaches over the top rope and slaps Bryan across the back of the shoulder, making an official tag. Eli then grabs onto the top rope and jumps up onto the bottom rope. Using it as a trampoline, he then leaps upward, pulling himself over using the top rope. As he vaults himself into the ring, the camera zooms in to Eli’s face as his lips read “get down, Bryan!” Dropping to all fours, Bryan opens up a clear path for Eli to take Jair’s head off with a flying clothesline.

JOHNSON: “Nice heads up from Eli!”

VASSA: “If Bryan hadn’t heard Eli behind him, that could have gotten ugly.”

Standing to their feet, Bryan and Eli look to one another with a nod before Bryan exits through the ropes. Pulling Hopkins to his feet, Eli grabs ahold of him with both hands and then drives him backwards, slamming Jair back first into the corner. He then unloads with punches and kicks to Jair’s ribcage before finishing off the quick combo with a chop to the throat. Pulling Hopkins away from the corner, Eli locks onto his head, pulling it down and against his body with a side headlock. Planting his feet, Eli twists his body, using it to flip Hopkins over to his back with a headlock takedown.

Back on his feet, Eli then looks to the ropes across the ring before taking off towards them. As his back hits the ropes, Cashe pops up from the floor and reaches into the ring underneath the bottom rope, grabbing onto Eli’s foot and forcing him to trip and face plant into the canvas. Rushing over, the official begins throwing warnings down to Cashe as he slowly backs away from the apron acting innocent. Backing towards his corner, Cashe climbs onto the apron before stomping his foot against the ring, yelling for Hopkins to get up.

With both men down, the official then begins the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Crawling from the other side of the ring, Hopkins heads for the corner where Cashe impatiently awaits.

“Four! … Five!”

Still down and holding his face with both hands, Eli doesn’t notice Hopkins inching closer and closer to Cashe.

“Six! … Seven!”

Pushing himself up to one knee, Hopkins then leaps forward, extending his arm and slapping hands with Cashe and he reaches in from the outside.

VASSA: “There’s the tag!”

JOHNSON: “Eli doesn’t even know what’s going on right now!”

Dipping through the ropes, Cashe races over to Eli and begins stomping on him madly. Jumping into the air, Cashe then comes down with a leg drop to the back of Eli’s head, smashing his face against the canvas. He then crawls over Eli’s back and takes a seat, dropping all of his weight onto Eli before unloading with punches to the back of Eli’s head. The punches then transition into elbows as Cashe fiercely roars!

Pushing himself up, Cashe then rolls Eli over to his back. Taking a couple steps back, Cashe then steps forward and leaps as high as he can. As gravity pulls him down, Cashe lowers his head and nails Eli across the forehead with a jumping head to head headbutt. Rolling over to his back, Cashe appears a bit dazed as he slowly sits up and shakes off the cobwebs.

Standing up, Cashe wobbles back and forth for a slight bit before reaching down and grabbing onto Eli. Rolling him over, Cashe pulls him up to his knees before wrapping his arm around Eli’s head. With Eli’s head held in place with one arm, Cashe then reaches over him and grabs a handful of the back of his pants with his free hand. Pulling up on Eli’s trunks, Cashe gives him a wedgie before falling back and driving Eli’s head into the canvas with a DDT.

JOHNSON: “That was an odd DDT if I ever saw one.”

VASSA: “That was a nice blend of a DDT and the infamous wedgie. I like it!”

Rolling Eli over to his back, Cashe quickly makes the cover as the official races over with the count.

ONE

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TW–

From across the ring, Bryan flies in with a kick to the back of Cashe’s head, breaking up the pin. Angry, Cashe yells before pushing himself up and turning his attention to Bryan. Lunging forward, Cashe goes for the kickout punch but gets caught by surprise as Bryan takes Cashe’s leg out from under him with a kick to the side of the knee. As Cashe drops down to one knee, Bryan then takes a few steps back before stepping forward and planting his foot against Cashe’s face with a superkick.

Rushing in on Bryan, the official pushes him away from Cashe, backing him across the ring and to his corner. Barking out demands, the official points to the outside and Bryan exits the ring, but with a smile on his face. Across the ring, both Cashe and Eli have now begun to slowly climb to their feet, both men using the ropes to pull themselves up. Standing first, Eli throws a closed backhand for Cashe’s head but Cashe grabs onto his forearm with both hands, stopping Eli’s fist inches in front of his face. Leaning in, Cashe then bites Eli across his knuckles.

Quickly drawing his hand back and away from Cashe’s mouth, Eli holds it with his other hand, leaving himself open for Cashe to attack. Stepping in, Cashe swings his arm upward, hitting Eli in the chin with a European uppercut! Cashe then extends his arms before slamming his hands together, slapping Eli on both ears with a bell clap. Pulling Eli’s head between his legs, Cashe then wraps him up around the waist. Before Cashe can attempt the sit down piledriver, Eli lifts him off his feet as he stands straight up, flipping Cashe over his head and down to the mat.

VASSA: “Quick thinking on your feet, Eli!”

JOHNSON: “After the multiple shots to the head, things could have taken a turn for the worst if he hadn’t escaped that piledriver.”

As Cashe pushes himself up on his knees, Eli quickly takes off for the ropes across the ring. Hitting them with force, Eli comes back quick on the rebound and leaps forward. Locking his arm around Cashe’s head, Eli drives him face first into the canvas with a bulldog. Rolling Cashe over to his back, Eli quickly makes the cover and hooks Cashe’s leg as the official races over for the count.

ON–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Cashe quickly breaks. Mouthing off, Eli pushes himself up before pulling Cashe up to his feet. Positioning himself beside Cashe, Eli grabs onto him and goes for a Russian leg sweep.

JOHNSON: “Eli with the Ru–“

VASSA: “Ouch!”

Slamming arm to the side, Cashe drives his elbow into Eli’s temple. Ripping himself away from Eli’s clutches, Cashe whips around and clocks Eli with a brutal right hand, knocking him backwards and into the ropes. As Eli hits the ropes and bounces off, Cashe steps in towards him and levels him with a stiff striking elbow to the dome.

VASSA: “Oh shit!”

JOHNSON: “Mark of Jason!”

Dropping flat on his back, Eli is out cold as the entire arena erupts. Cashe howls as the crowd begins to imitate him. Dropping to his knees, Cashe then makes the cover.

VASSA: “Cashe can end it all right now.”

JOHNSON: “Hey! What the–“

VASSA: “It was only a matter of time…”

With his head down, Cashe remains on top of Eli, waiting for the officials count. Across the ring, Genie has climbed onto the turnbuckle and is arguing with the official.

JOHNSON: “Genie is distracting the ref!”

VASSA: “This match could have been over if it wasn’t for her.”

Demanding Genie step down from the apron, the official yells at her but she refuses to listen. Growing irritated, Cashe slowly raises his head and looks across the ring. Anger consumes his face as Cashe quickly pushes himself up from Eli. With his eyes locked on Genie, Cashe stomps in her direction unnoticed. Pushing the official out of the way, Cashe then grabs a handful of Genie’s hair at the back of her head.

VASSA: “He’s got Genie! He’s got Genie!”

JOHNSON: “She should have never gotten involved to begin with.”

Pulling Genie’s head in closer, Cashe stares her in the eyes only inches away from touching her nose with his. A frightened look comes over her face as she attempts to talk some sense into Cashe. Refusing to hear her plea, Cashe begins laughing hysterically in her face before pulling his head away and drawing his other fist back.

VASSA: “This doesn’t look too good for Genie. I can’t watch!”

JOHNSON: “Turn your head away Vinny! This is going to get ugly.”

Roaring loudly in Genie’s face, Cashe then goes to swing forward but his fist comes to an abrupt stop.

JOHNSON: “It’s Bryan Williams!”

VASSA: “What?”

JOHNSON: “Open your eyes Vinny! Bryan just saved Genie.”

Turning his head, Cashe’s eyes open wide as he locks them onto Williams. Bryan then swings with his free hand and drives his fist into Cashe’s jaw. Still holding on tightly to Genie’s hair, Cashe stumbles along the ropes, dragging genie along the apron. As he comes to a stop, Bryan then lunges forward at Cashe. With Bryan closing in, Cashe turns to Genie and pushes her away, sending her off the apron and crashing down to the floor. Before Cashe can turn back to face Bryan, he catches a forearm shot to the head, knocking him into the nearby corner.

VASSA: “God damn Bryan saved the day!”

JOHNSON: “And now he’s unloading on Cashe!”

With Cashe barely holding himself up in the corner, Bryan unloads with a series of forearm shots to his face. Racing over, the official grabs onto Bryan, prying him away from Cashe. Pushing the official away, Bryan then charges in again and hits Cashe with another forearm shot to the face. With no other choice, the official then begins the five count.

“One! … Two!”

Swinging wildly, Bryan hits Cashe over and over with forearm shots to the face as the official continues to count.

“Three!”

Drawing back once more, Bryan then takes a swing for the fences and connects with a forearm to Cashe’s face that drops him down to a seated position.

“Four!”

Just before the official closes in on the five count, Bryan then dips through the ropes and quickly races over to check on Genie still down on the floor.

JOHNSON: “Things are beginning to get downright ugly in the ring.”

VASSA: “We knew it was going to happen eventually. It was inevitable!”

Back on his feet, Eli looks to the outside where Bryan is assisting Genie back to her feet. Making his way to the ropes, Eli calls out to them. Holding her head with one hand, Genie gives Eli a thumbs up. Eli then turns to Cashe propped up in a seated position in the corner. On the outside, Bryan then yells to Eli. Turning his attention back to the outside, Eli listens as Bryan tells him Cashe put Genie down. Shocked, Eli then turns back to Cashe in anger. Rushing over, Eli hits Cashe in the face with a running knee. Pulling Cashe up to his feet, Eli quickly turns him around and lifts him into the air, dropping him to the canvas with a belly to back suplex. Crawling over Cashe, Eli makes the cover as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: “The champ makes the save!”

Flying through the air, Hopkins breaks up the pin with a double axe handle to Eli’s back. Popping up to his feet, Hopkins then begins kicking and stomping on Eli’s back. Before the official can even stand, Hopkins then jumps straight into the air and comes down with a knee drop in the center of Eli’s back as he remains on top of Cashe. Standing tall, Hopkins is then whipped around as the official grabs onto his shoulder and drags him away from the others. Holding his hands up, Hopkins nods to the official before turning away and exiting to his corner apron.

Slowly getting back to his feet, Eli stands over Cashe and looks down to him before slowly turning around and locking his sights on Hopkins. Furious, Eli heads straight for Hopkins as the official clears a path and jumps out of the way. Throwing a punch on the run, Eli’s fist slams into Hopkins’ jaw, whipping his head to the side. Hopkins then retaliates with a right of his own, hitting Eli right in the chops. The two then lock up with the ropes between them, trying to rip one another apart.

Slowly coming to his senses, Cashe rolls to the edge of the ring, resting his head on the apron and looking up at the ceiling. Out of nowhere, Genie claws him in the eyes and begins raining down on his face with lefts and rights. She then grabs onto Cashe’s head with both hands and drags his body closer to the outside, hanging his head over the ledge of the apron. Holding his head in place, she looks to her left where Bryan races over and comes down with an elbow drop to Cashe’s throat.

VASSA: “With Genie on the outside, Eli and Bryan surely have the advantage with numbers.”

JOHNSON: “And that’s before the rest of the Royal Family decides to get involved.”

VASSA: “There was a time when Unstable would even the odds but those days are long gone. Good going Cashe!”

Back in the corner, Hopkins locks onto Eli’s head with both hands before hopping down from the apron and slamming Eli’s throat across the top rope. Eli’s head bounces off the rope as his feet lift off from the mat and he flies backwards, crashing hard on his back. Genie and Bryan quickly scatter the area of the apron where Cashe is as the official looks back to the inside of the ring. With both Eli and Cashe down, the official then begins the ten count.

“One! … Two!”

Rolling towards the inside of the ring, Cashe shows signs of life but still remains down.

“Three!”

On his back, Eli holds his throat with both hands, gasping for air.

“Four!”

Both men roll over to their stomachs and begin to push themselves up.

“Five”

Rising to their knees, the official continues the count.

“Six! … Seven!”

Moving slowly, the two then begin to push themselves up from their knees.

“Eight! … Nine!”

Standing first, Cashe breaks the ten count as he runs with a limp to the corner where Hopkins awaits. Popping up, Eli then heads for his corner where Bryan is no back on the apron, waiting to get the tag. Both men leap forward, slapping hands with their partners at the same time!

JOHNSON: “There’s the tag and we now have some fresh bodies back in the ring!”

VASSA: “Even though they haven’t been the legal man in the match, Bryan and Jair have been caught up in the action for a good bit now.”

In a hurry, both Bryan and Jair dip through the ropes and enter the ring. Charging towards one another, the two collide in the center of the ring with an exchange of punches. Bryan takes a swing for Hopkins’ head but misses as he ducks and the momentum of the punch forces him to step behind Hopkins. Turning around instantly, Hopkins hits Williams in the back of the head with a lariat.

Hopkins then turns around and jumps into the air twisting and turning, coming down on Bryan’s back with a corkscrew moonsault. Back on his feet, Hopkins nudges Bryan with his foot, rolling him over to his back. He then looks to the nearby corner and races over. Ascending to the top, Hopkins overlooks the crowd as the noise level in the arena grows louder and louder.

VASSA: “It’s about that time! OMFG!”

Jumping away from the corner, Hopkins does a back flip in mid air and comes down with a double foot stomp.

JOHNSON: “NNOOO!!!”

Rolling out of the way, Bryan avoids the OMFG! as Hopkins touches his feet down to the canvas. Turning around quickly to face Bryan, Hopkins gets caught by surprise as Bryan kicks both legs straight up, planting them directly under Hopkins’ chin. Hopkins stumbles backwards to the corner as Bryan quickly races to his feet. Standing up, Bryan takes a shot to the back of the head as Cashe runs in with a headbutt. Falling forward, Bryan crashes into Hopkins.

VASSA: “Jesus Christ Cashe was head hunting with that one!”

JOHNSON: “One of these days he’s going to give himself a concussion.”

VASSA: “I’m fairly certain he’s already suffered over a doz–“

JOHNSON: “Oh look out!”

As the official pulls Cashe away from Bryan and Jair, Eli enters the ring and rushes in behind him, cracking him over the back of the head with the 4CW Championship!

CCRRAACCKK!!!

VASSA: “Holy shit! Eli just smeared the floor with Cashe after a blow to the head with the 4CW title.”

Immediately, the official calls for the bell as Eli takes a few steps back, raising the 4CW Championship high above his head.

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

JOHNSON: “Eli just cost him and Bryan the match with that cheap shot.”

VASSA: “At this point I don’t think he cares. As much as he wants to bring in this new guard, the so called ‘old’ guard just won’t stay down.”

Backing towards the ropes, Eli lowers the championship and looks down at it before tossing it to the center of the ring. He then exits through the ropes where he joins Genie and the two slowly make their exit up the ramp.

POWERS: “Your winners by disqualification… JASON CASHE and JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

Leaving it all behind, Eli and Genie make their way to the ramp before stopping to look back at the action once more.

JOHNSON: “In just a month Eli and Jair will face off head to head with the 4CW Championship on the line.”

VASSA: “That’s if they can make it that far and not rip each other apart beforehand.”

Back in the ring, Jair pushes Bryan off of him. He then wraps his arm around Bryan’s head and places Bryan’s over his. Grabbing the side waistband of Bryans pants, Hopkins then lifts Bryan off his feet and then spins, dropping Bryan to the mat with a spinning reverse facebuster.

JOHNSON: “Oh my the Bread N’ Butter!”

VASSA: “Hopkins is pissed!”

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

The official begins fussing at Hopkins as he climbs back to his feet and quickly checks on Cashe who is out cold in the center of the ring. Grabbing the 4CW Championship, Hopkins then looks up the ramp and locks his sights on Genie and Eli. He then climbs through the ropes quickly as Eli and Genie rush off through the curtain and into the back.

JOHNSON: “He’s going after them!”

VASSA: “Run Eli! Run Genie!”

In full sprint, Hopkins races up the ramp with the championship in hand. As he reaches the stage, Hopkins runs through the curtain, disappearing into the backstage area.

JOHNSON: “We have a chase on our hands!”

VASSA: “Oh my Jeebus! Get some cameras in the back!”

After a short delay, the camera feed switches to a shot of the backstage catering area where Hopkins has caught up with Genie and Eli. As Hopkins turns the corner, Eli surprises him with a blindsided elbow to the face. With the belt still in hand, Hopkins clutches it with one hand and takes a swing as he turns in Eli’s direction. Ducking underneath the belt, Eli barely dodges the blow to the head as the championship crashes against the wall. Eli then wraps Hopkins up around the waist and drives him backwards across the room, slamming him into the side of one of the catering tables.

Unloading on Eli’s back, Hopkins hits him with the championship over and over as Eli unloads on his ribs with lefts and rights. Hopkins then drops the championship and locks onto Eli, holding him tightly as he drives knees upward into Eli’s chest and face. Hopkins then lifts Eli up and throws him onto the table, knocking food everywhere as his body brushes it aside. Hopkins then turns to throwing solid rights to Eli’s face, beating him senseless as Genie sneaks in behind him. Pushing Hopkins away, Genie then reaches down and grabs the 4CW Championship from the floor. With it held tightly in both hands, she then takes a swing for Hopkins head.

VASSA: “Genie’s going to kill him!”

JOHNSON: “Maybe not!”

Throwing up his hands, Hopkins grabs onto the belt, stopping it just inches before slamming into his face. With a quick shove, Hopkins drives the belt into Genie’s face, knocking her backwards and stumbling to the ground.

VASSA: “Come on Jair! She’s been through enough with the baby!”

JOHNSON: “Where were these concerns when she was getting involved during the match earlier?”

VASSA: “That isn’t the point.”

Jair then turns back to Eli who is covered in food and in a daze. With the belt in hand, Jair then begins slamming it downward into Eli’s face over and over.

VASSA: “Jair has snapped!”

JOHNSON: “We saw what happened with the last person to challenge him for the 4CW Championship. I hope tonight isn’t going to be a repeat of that.”

After a handful of shots to Eli’s face, Hopkins draws blood. Out of nowhere, security rush onto the scene, quickly subduing Jair before he can take a swing at Eli’s blood covered face.

JOHNSON: “Thank goodness security is here to break things up!”

VASSA: “Thank goodness? I want to see them tear each other apart.”

JOHNSON: “Time and place Vinny! Winter Wasteland is just around the corner.”

Three members of security locks onto Hopkins, dragging him away from Eli. As the others assist Genie and Eli, Hopkins begins yelling at them – asserting his dominance. With things somewhat settled down, security locks down the area before any more chaos can break out.

JOHNSON: “Folks this was an unexpected turn of events.”

VASSA: “This is exactly how I imagined it. The food always gets ruined by the end of the night.”

JOHNSON: “It’s been an eventful night to say the least. We’ve witnessed two new champions crowned tonight and madness to close the show.”

VASSA: “We’ve seen some great stuff tonight. Let’s not forget about that opening match and the debut of Mike Best.”

JOHNSON: “Tonight has been wild, but unfortunately we’re out of time folks.”

VASSA: “Goddamnit! I knew this is what you were getting to.”

JOHNSON: “We’re already running past our time slot. But you can catch all the action in just two weeks as we head to the Verizon Arena in Washington DC.”

VASSA: “We’re going to the capital for Adrenaline fifty-seven?”

JOHNSON: “Indeed we are my friend. On behalf of 4CW, I would like to thank you all for joining us. We’ll see you in two weeks as he get one step closer to Winter Wasteland. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good fight and good night!”