FRIGHT NIGHT III (086)


FRIGHT NIGHT OCTOBER 26TH, 2016
SMOOTHIE KING CENTER NEW ORLEANS, LA



The scene opens up with the door to the backstage parking area being opened. You can hear the sound of a vehicle backing up to the door and the glimmer of the reverse lights off the wall. A trio of guards step into the doorway and the back of a van door opening is heard, followed by scuffling and the sound of shackles swaying and clanging together.

Johnny Evil steps into the doorway being led in by the shoulders from behind in two guards in riot gear getting a huge pop from the 4CW Nation. Having a hard time walking due to the shackles on his feet, Johnny drags and shuffles his feet across the floor. The guards begin to lead him through the backstage area as 4CW backstage personal turn their heads and look on.

Johnny smirks and keeps his chin up, to keep the impression that ‘All Is Good In The Hood’ so to speak as he continues to drag his feet. One of the guards in riot gear grows frustrated of Johnny dragging his feet and drives the back end of the assault rifle that he is carrying into his back with a bit of force, causing Johnny to trip over his feet and stagger forward falling to the ground and smacking his face upon.

Johnny slowly starts to pull himself up as the guard begins to give off a small chuckle of humor. Johnny turns his head and looks in the guards direction as he slowly continues fighting to pull himself to his feet.

GUARD: “Get up!”

Johnny smirks and gives a bit of a laugh as he finishes pulling himself to his feet and brushes himself off as much as he can being shackled. After this he continues his walk to a locker room door. One of the three guards in front of him opens the door to the locker room and they all walk into the locker room, closing the door behind him before Fright Night cuts back to the ringside area.



The scene transitions to ringside where we see two rings set up side by side, one sitting underneath the bright lights and the other resting in darkness. The Smoothie King Center is packed as we head into Fright Night, live from New Orleans, Louisiana! In the crowd, various signs are focused on as the minutes tick before the start of tonight’s pay-per-view.

THIS IS MY POOL
S E A M O N K E Y

IS HE GOING
TO SHOW UP?

TRICK
OR
TREAT

WE WANT
MADASON

The scene then cuts to the announcers booth where Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at ringside.

JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to 4CW Fright Night!”

VASSA: “This is the third annual installment of an event that has seen nothing but terror and chaos within those ropes.”

JOHNSON: “I’m your host, Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa!”

JOHNSON: “We have an exciting lineup in store for you all viewing from home and for those lucky enough to be here in attendance.”

VASSA: “The lines have been drawn and we have a war on our hands folks. Be sure not to catch any stray gunfire tonight as friendly fire will be turned off for tonight’s event.”

JOHNSON: “We could sit here and talk about the matches lined up for the evening but you all already know what’s at stake. So instead, we’re going to skip over the formalities and jump right into the action.”

VASSA: “We have four championships on the line tonight and a contract to be the next number one contender for the 4CW Championship. This card alone speaks for itself.”

JOHNSON: “Indeed it does, Vinny. So ladies and gentlemen, if you will… let’s get begin our journey into Fright Night!”

OPENING MATCH
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION

BRYAN WILLIAMS VS. JASON CASHE VS. CHRIS MADISON ©

DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be a triple threat elimination match for the 4CW Pride Championship!”

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

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

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

POWERS: “Our next challenger!”

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

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

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

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

CASHE: “RRRRAAAAHHH LIGHT THAT SHIT UP!!! D-P-G!!!”

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

POWERS: “And the champion!”

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

“We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!”

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as a familiar face dressed like Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist.

VASSA: “Hah, I love it!”

JOHNSON: “We saw this same charade last week in Baton Rouge for the fan access event.”

VASSA: “There were supposed to be three people in this match. The real one decided to tuck tail and run, so we have a replacement just as entertaining!”

This same person being seen in the same costume last week is no one other than Tommy Knox, wrestling under the name of Chris Madason. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madason stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.

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

Madason charges to the ring while unfastening the Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head.

JOHNSON: “He isn’t even on the roster, how is he going to compete, let alone defend the championship here tonight.”

VASSA: “Madison was no longer on the roster but holding the belt according to his manager. Look how that turned out.”

Walking to the center of the ring, Madason holds the championship in his hand before handing it to the official and then pulling out a microphone from the back of his pants waistband. Looking back and forth between Williams and Cashe, Madason then slowly raises the mic to his lips.

MADASON: “I know a lot of you people watchin’ from the back and here in the crowd had your doubts on whether or not I would actually show up and do the right thing. What you all fail to realize is that this undefeated ‘streak’ of mine means the world to me. I know, I know… it doesn’t carry the value it once did after adding that draw in the far right column. But hey, what did you expect? I begged for competition and then when that fat shit Perry gave it to me, I made a deal on the side to have this man standing across the ring from me take a no contest to help protect that loss column.”

Looking over to Cashe, Madason gives him a slow nod.

MADASON: “Thank you for not giving me that ‘L’ I feared in the back of my mind. But then I thought to myself after turning my back on the one place I prided myself in. I said you know what, fuck that. I’m goin’ to be the best goddamn Pride Champion this company has ever seen. So I decided to put contractual disputes aside and agreed to defend this championship until it was taken from my hands. Well… things didn’t exactly go as planned either. Thanks to Jett uncoverin’ the truth about officials being paid off, I can no longer wrestle here with honor and dignity. Guys… I’m out. Fuck this noise.”

Madason then turns his back on everyone and walks towards the ropes. Dipping in between them, he stops halfway before turning his head and raising the mic to his lips once more.

MADASON: “Oh yea, SPOILER ALERT, it’s goin’ to be Williams and Cashe at Fright Night while I take my fat ass to the back and get fucked up. May the best man become a better champion than what I ended up as.”

Madason then exits through the ropes before making his way up the ramp, soaking in the amount of boo’s raining in on him.

JOHNSON: “Well this was a waste of time. We all know that isn’t Chris Madison.”

VASSA: “He might as well be the way he decided to leave the match. And he even spoiled it!”

JOHNSON: “He couldn’t have legally defended the Pride Championship!”

VASSA: “Calm down Steve, lighten up.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell then sounds once more as Mike Powers’ voice fills the arena.

POWERS: “Due to some last minute changes, the following contest is now scheduled for one fall!”

Excitement fills the ring as Cashe begins jumping up and down. Calm and focused in his corner, Williams stares across the ring at him.

POWERS: “And yes, it will be for the 4CW Pride Championship. That is all.”

PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
BRYAN WILLIAMS VS. JASON CASHE

Standing in the center of the ring with the championship in hand, the official raises it above his head before turning to each side of the ring showing it off to the crowd in attendance. He then carries it to the ropes before handing it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside of the ring. Back in the center of the ring, the official checks in with each corner, getting the okay from both parties. With everyone ready to dance, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before the bell can even silence, both Cashe and Williams erupt from their corners and charge towards one another. Closing in on each other in the center of the ring, Cashe takes a swing high for Williams’ head but gets the wind knocked out of him as Williams ducks low and drives his shoulder into his stomach, tackling him to the canvas. On top of Cashe, Williams unloads with rapid right hands, slamming his fist into Cashe’s head over and over. In a desperation move, Cashe throws his hand up, jabbing his thumb into Williams’ eye.

With Williams temporarily blinded in one eye, Cashe seizes the opportunity and reaches up with both hands, locking onto Williams’ head. Pulling Williams head down, Cashe pops his up from the mat and delivers an eye watering headbutt right across the bridge of Williams’ nose. Cashe then rolls Williams over to his side, freeing himself. Pushing himself up to his feet, Cashe then turns to Williams as he sits up and then kicks him in the chest. The sound of his boot slapping William’s flesh echoes throughout the arena.

Cashe then grabs onto Williams’ head and pulls him up to his feet where he then holds him in place with one hand. Pulling Williams’ head in with one hand, Cashe swings upward with his other, hitting Williams in the chops with a European uppercut. He then pulls William’s in again, this time driving his knee upward into Williams’ stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. As Williams lunges over from the breath taking blow, Cashe then slams his head down onto his knee as he lifts it upwards, knocking Williams off his feet and onto his back.

JOHNSON: “Forget about wrestling! Cashe is turning this into a brawl right from the jump.”

VASSA: “That’s something we’ve come to expect from him over the years.”

Turning to the ropes, Cashe takes off in their direction and as he comes back on the rebound, Cashe hits Williams with a rolling senton, fluidly coming up to his feet after contact. He then quickly turns around before leaping straight up and coming down with a brutal head to head headbutt, knocking Williams’ senseless. Rolling over to his back, Cashe rubs his forehead with one hand, feeling the effects from that headbutt himself. He then shakes it off and pushes himself up to a seated position and then rolls over to stand tall.

Reaching down and grabbing onto Williams’ wrist, Cashe jerks him up to his feet and then pulls him into a shoulder block, driving his shoulder into Wiliiams’. He then whips Williams to the far corner across the ring and instantly takes off following him. As Williams crashes into the corner, he bounces and thrusts himself forward, leveling Cashe with a clothesline as he closes in.

JOHNSON: “Talk about thinking on your feet!”

VASSA: “Cashe was looking to kill him but Williams caught him off guard and possibly knocked another tooth down his throat.”

Popping up to his feet, Williams wipes the hair from his face before walking over to Cashe’s head and kicking it as hard as he can. Williams then turns his attention to Cashe’s shoulder and begins stomping on it repeatedly. After half a dozen stomps to Cashe’s shoulder, Williams then raises his arm into the air before falling straight down with a standing elbow drop to Cashe’s chest. Pulling Cashe up from the mat, Williams gives him a small window of opportunity as Cashe takes it and swings for his head. Ducking out of the way, Williams steps behind Cashe and then wraps him up around the waist with both arms. Lifting Cashe off the mat, Williams then falls backwards, slamming Cashe back first into the turnbuckle.

VASSA: “This is the type of wrestling that Cashe thrives for and Williams’ is bringing it right to his door step.”

JOHNSON: “We aren’t seeing any weapons in this match but there aren’t any rules against using the ring against the opponent like that suplex into the corner.”

VASSA: “That type of physical, brutal, violent wrestling is what Cashe once sought out to turn the XTV division into.”

JOHNSON: “Yea but there were no rules and weapons could in fact be used.”

On his feet, Bryan drags Cashe away from the corner before dropping down to his knees and making the cover.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Cashe breaks up the pin before the full two count. Wasting no time, Williams quickly gets to his feet and goes back on the attack. Focusing in on the same shoulder as before, Williams begins stomping on it repeatedly, this time harder than before. He then pulls Cashe up from the mat and lifts him into the air, holding him horizontally for a moment before dropping down to one knee and slamming Cashe across the other with a backbreaker.

Rolling Cashe off of his knee and face down to the mat, Williams then stands tall and makes his way towards the corner. He then begins to slowly ascend towards the top. After a few moments pass, Williams stands at the top over looking the crowd. As he turns around, Cashe quickly pops up to his feet and leaps towards the ropes. Slamming both arms across the top rope, it causes Bryan to lose his balance before falling straight down with his legs going to each side of the corner and his crotch crashing against the top turnbuckle.

VASSA: “God-Damn-It! These two just won’t stop trying to castrate one another.”

Holding his crotch with both hands, Williams grows red in the face as he sits on top of the corner. Cashe then dips through the ropes and steps onto the apron before approaching the corner and climbing up from the outside. Once on the middle rope, Cashe grabs ahold of Williams and wraps his arm around his head, turning his body to face his direction. Grabbing the back of Williams’ pants, Cashe then lifts him into the air upside down before falling back and dropping him with a superplex, Cashe landing on the apron and William’s crashing to the floor.

JOHNSON: “They aren’t holding any punches back for this match.”

VASSA: “The Pride Championship is on the line and as of right now we do not have a champion. It’s an all out fight at this point to see who will walk away the new Pride Champion tonight.”

Pulling himself up with the ropes, Cashe looks down at Williams in a world of pain on his back. he then walks down the apron until stopping right in front of him. Turning his back to Williams, Cashe grabs onto the top rope and then steps both feet up to the middle rope before bouncing up and down on it.

VASSA: “Oh I know he isn’t about to do what I think he is!”

JOHNSON: “When it comes to Cashe, there’s no telling what he’s going to do.”

VASSA: “Yeah,but he’s been talking about this one particular move for over half a year now. I think we may finally see Cashe one up his Thunderbuddy with a quadruple moonsault of his own.”

JOHNSON: “How many times are ya’ll going to call it that?! It was a double moonsault! Get your facts straight!”

Cashe’s body travels up and down as he stands on the middle rope, using it like a trampoline. Slingshotting himself into the air, Cashe does a backflip but before his body can complete a full rotation, gravity takes hold and pulls him down.

SSMMAACCKK!!!

Just as he almost completes a full back flips, Cashe’s head slams onto the apron as his body then gets pulled into the side of the ring. Falling backwards, Cashe’s arms stretch to the sides as now both he and Williams are laid out on the outside of the ring. Inside, the official then begins the double countout.

VASSA: “Cashe botched the double moonsault! Aidan would be so disappointed right now!”

“One! … Two! … Three!”

VASSA: “Someone needs to get up and back into the ring. No one is going to win that championship via double countout.”

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

JOHNSON: “We have some movement!”

pushing himself up, Bryan raises up to one knee.

“Seven!”

He then pushes himself up to both feet, stepping over Cashe and approaching the ring.

“Eight!”

Rolling underneath the bottom rope, Williams then enters the ring.

“Nine!”

Williams then rolls in the opposite direction and exits the ring, resetting the officials ten count.

JOHNSON: “What are you doing?! You had the match won, Bryan!”

VASSA: “I guess he didn’t want that easy win.”

JOHNSON: “That’s just nonsense, a win is a win.”

VASSA: “I think you’re forgetting that his opponent is Cashe. The man who is always calling others out for wanting that easy button. He’d never let Williams live it down.”

JOHNSON: “That’s just childish.”

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Pulling Cashe up from the floor, Bryan then drags him to the side of the ring before rolling him back inside. Climbing the apron, Bryan then grabs onto the top rope and uses them to vault himself up over. Coming down, Bryan hits Cashe in the chest with an elbow drop. Rolling over and making the cover, Bryan then hooks Cashe’s leg as the official slides in for the count.

ON–

Kicking out, Cashe lifts Williams off of him and tosses him to the side. Popping back to his feet, Bryan quickly turns his attention back to the same shoulder as before and begins stomping on it madly. Pulling Cashe to his feet, Williams then wraps both arms around his body. He then goes to lift him for a belly to belly suplex but Cashe quickly extends both arms before swinging them inward and slamming his palms onto Bryan’s ears.

JOHNSON: “There’s the bell clap!”

VASSA: “It wouldn’t be a Cashe match without one!”

Cashe then grabs onto Bryan’s head with both hands and pulls it in while leaning forward and biting down onto the bridge of his nose. Cashe sinks his teeth in as the official quickly rushes over forcing himself in between the two. The official then backs Cashe away before giving him a warning. As Bryan collects himself, the official then steps out of the way and lets the match presume.

In anger, Williams rushes in and take a swing for Cashe’s head, missing as Cashe ducks the punch and pops back up. Wrapping both arms around Williams, Cashe then lifts him up before slamming him to the mat with a side belly to belly. Climbing on top of Williams, Cashe then begins raining down on his with gorilla styled fist attacks to the chest. As bryan gasps for air underneath, Cashe then looks to his hand spread out across the mat. He then balls his fist up and slams it down with one last gorilla styled fist attack to the fingers.

Bryan quickly retracts his hand and pulls it in, holding it with his other against his chest. Cashe then pushes himself up to his feet and grabs onto Williams’ arm, pulling it out and slamming his hand against the mat. Holding his arm in place, Cashe then begins stomping on bryan’s fingers. He then pulls Williams up to his feet and whips him to the far corner. Crashing into the corner, William’s feet raises up from the mat and just as their about to touch back down, Cashe charges in full speed and hits him with a running clothesline, dropping Bryan to a seated position with his back against the corner.

Taking a few steps backwards, Cashe stops in the center of the ring before dragging his foot across the mat like a bull. He then charges in once more, this time leaping forward and curling his legs, holding his knees to his chest, and crashing into Williams’ with a running corner cannonball. Back on his feet, Cashe then pulls Bryan up to his and holds him in place for a second. Positioning his body to block the officials view, Cashe then knees Bryan in the crotch. Climbing up to the middle rope, Cashe wraps his arm around Williams head and then falls backwards, pulling Bryan down and planting his head into the canvas with a DDT. Bryan’s body straightens up with his feet to the ceiling before falling over to his back.

JOHNSON: “He managed to escape the corner before but this time Cashe just ripped him a new one.”

VASSA: “Being cornered is the last place anyone wants to be when in the ring with Cashe.”

JOHNSON: “This could be it!”

Rolling over and making the cover, Cashe mounts himself on top of Williams as the official races over.

ONE

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TWO

VASSA: “NNOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: “Williams kicks out!”

Laughing for a moment, Cashe nods his head before pushing himself up to his feet. He then pulls Bryan up and drags him to the center of the ring. He then whips Bryan to the ropes and takes off in the opposite direction. As the two come back on the rebound, they meet in the center of the ring where Cashe lays Bryan out flat on his back with a diving clothesline. The two quickly get back to their feet, Cashe standing first. As Williams stands, Cashe then charges towards him and lunges forward, hitting him with another clothesline that plants him onto his back.

As he stands up again, Cashe seems a bit fatigued from the amount of energy invested in both of those clothesline. He then pulls Williams up to his feet and locks onto his wrist. Whipping Williams to the ropes, Cashe waits patiently for his return and then goes for a third clothesline. Ducking underneath, Williams continues to the ropes across the ring. As he comes back on the rebound again, this time Cashe throws a stiff striking elbow towards his head.

JOHNSON: “Mark of Ja–“

VASSA: “He dodged it!”

As Cashe’s elbow closes in on Wiliams’ face, Williams ducks down and runs underneath. Stopping in his tracks behind Cashe, Williams quickly turns around and just as Cashe does, Williams the nearly takes his head off with a superkick. Still on his feet, Cashe’s head whips back, leaving his midsection open as Williams then delivers another superkick to his stomach, forcing him to lunge over. Wrapping his arm around Cashe’s head, Williams then grabs the back of his pants and lifts him vertically into the air upside down. Dropping down to one knee, Williams drops Cashe onto his elevated knee with a brainbuster.

JOHNSON: “C-T-E!!!”

VASSA: “It’s D-P-G!!! Shut up!”

JOHNSON: “No! Williams just hit Cashe with the CTE!”

Out cold, Cashe lies on his back as Williams drops down to both knees and quickly makes the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “We have a new Pride Champion folks!”

JOHNSON: “Bryan Williams wins it! He just put Cashe away for the three count!”

VASSA: “Talk about an upset!”

“Unsung” hits the speakers as Bryan slowly rises to his feet. With the championship in hand, the official then steps in beside him and hands it off as Bryan then raises it above his head with one hand. Grabbing Bryan’s other hand, the official then raises it into the air.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion… BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Pulling his arm away from the official, Williams then holds the championship with both hands as he looks down at his reflection on the face plate. He then turns to the crowd and raises it in the air once more as the fans erupt.

JOHNSON: “That’s one match in the books for tonight.”

VASSA: “I think everyone is shocked at this to be honest. Cashe was a sure thing to pick for the winner going into this thing.”

JOHNSON: “After weeks and weeks of bad luck after Bad Company Two, Bryan turned things around with a huge win over Cashe.”

VASSA: “Let’s just hope we don’t have a repeat of Chris Madison. It wouldn’t be the first time Bryan left as a champion.”

JOHNSON: “Give the guy a break. Let him enjoy this moment.”

VASSA: “You act like he can hear me right now!”

JOHNSON: “He will when he goes back to look at the match.”

VASSA: “I’m sorry Bryan. You can rest easy knowing that you did a great job hear tonight. Just don’t rest forever!”

JOHNSON: “We’re going to cut backstage for a few moments folks as we prepare the ring for our first of the qualifying matches.”



The camera cuts backstage, where Gabriel Hartman has a bewildered expression on his face as he looks towards a hallway.

HARTMAN: “Steve, Vinny, we’re next to “DA #TROLL GUY”, Mariano Fernandez’s locker room, and it sounds like something strange is going on…”

And indeed, strange whirring and thumping noises are coming from Mariano’s locker room door. Not knowing what to expect, Hartman motions for the camera crew to follow as he slowly moves in towards the locker room, trying to tread carefully.

JOHNSON: “We know “DA #TROLL GUY” has a particular sense of entertainment…”

VASSA: ““… if by “particular” you mean “moronic”.”

JOHNSON: “I wouldn’t call it that, but it’s certainly peculiar.”

VASSA: “The guy’s a moron that’s trying to be funny and all his little sophomoric antics do is making him look ridiculous.”

JOHNSON: “And yet his antics, as you put it, have already managed to win him two matches.”

Now nearing the locker room, Hartman and the camera crew notice the door is half-open and what little can be seen reveals the floor is covered in padding as the mysterious sounds continue.

HARTMAN: “Okay guys, I’m not sure what to expect here, but I’m going in!”

Hartman then slowly opens the door…

VASSA: “What the HELL is that!?”

JOHNSON: “What is this guy doing?”

Mariano, dressed in a cowboy hat, the Trollface black T-shirt, leather chops and cowboy boots, is riding a mechanical bull installed in the locker room! The bull is bucking wildly while an operator handles the controls at the console.

FERNANDEZ: “YEEEEEEEEEE-HAW! YAHOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Mariano then takes off his cowboy hat and starts twirling it as the rodeo bull’s already violent shaking doubles in intensity, and Mariano stars spanking the side of the bull as if he were taming a wild beast, then he notices Hartman and the camera crew looking at him in complete bewilderment.

FERNANDEZ: “Oh. Fancy seeing you here!” (To the operator) “Alright chico, that’s enough for now.”

The operator turns the bull off, and Mariano hops down and approaches Hartman.

FERNANDEZ: “Hey yo. How you doing, mang?”

HARTMAN: “Well – uh… we’re here with Mariano Fernandez, and Mariano, I think everybody wants to know what the hell is that?”

FERNANDEZ: “Training, mang. Just some last minute preparations for my match against Ty Lukas!”

HARTMAN: “I’m not sure I foll-“

FERNANDEZ: Think about it! Here’s a guy who dresses like a cowboy, entertains kids at parties, and has a passion for riding. What else would you do to prepare than getting into his environment?”

Hartman stares at him, not finding an answer, while Mariano gives him his usual Trollface.

FERNANDEZ: “PROBLEM?” (chuckling) “Oh look, I gotta go get ready, match is about to begin. Feel free to give the bronco a try, and remember – it’s all in good fun!”

He walks away as Hartman looks at him and then at the mechanical bull sitting in the middle of the room.

JOHNSON: “I don’t even know anymore.”

VASSA: “Like I said – the guy’s an idiot.”



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
TY LUKAS VS. MARIANO FERNANDEZ

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

This is where the pyros should fire, but they don’t. Apparently whoever is running the pyrotechnics in back is asleep at the wheel. There’s also supposed to be some really high tech and high defined imagery up on the big screen, but there isn’t. Apparently the guy called “Keeper of the VHS tapes” didn’t slap the right tape in at the right time.

Fuck it, the music hits.

“Résultats sexuelles

Les résultats sont super sexuelles”

“Sexy Results” by DFA 1979 pounds its way out the speakers like Ty himself pounds all the pretty ladies. Uh huh.

POWERS: Coming to the ring, standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds.. He is your fucking role model… the ‘Sinister Urge’… TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LUKASSSSSSSS!

Ty appears at the entrance, seeming a bit annoyed at the crowd, but once he sees the ladies screaming and the men questioning their sexuality, he steps out with a smirk on his face.

“Sexy girl meet me in the bathroom.

Sexy girl call me on the phone

Woman friend take me to your bedroom.

Let me show how I’m full grown”

Ty knocks the bitches out with his pelvic thrusts. Like he’s shooting from the hip with a loaded Colt Peacemaker. Yeah. The boys want a little too, they just won’t admit it.

By the time he’s to the ring, he’s even got the color commentator tugging at his collar.

This Tyler Lukas, he’s a sexy Devil. This Tyler Lukas, he’s nothing but Trouble. Yeah.

“This Ty Lukas, he’s your Sinister URGE

So Sexy”

At this point, all the grandstanding ends while Ty knocks it out of the park with some warm ups that looks like they ought to be censored. OW!

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!!!”

The two men wait patiently across the ring from one another with Mariano flexing his muscles, focused on the task that would soon be at hand, while Ty Lukas is busy eye fucking a woman with exceedingly large breasts in the first row. As she pushes her clevage up for his approval he turns fully towards her and makes a jerking off motion with his right hand, vinegar stroke expression and all. In response, Mariano points at his opponent and laughs, holding up his thumb and index finger closely together to indicate that Lukas has a tiny dick. His grin is priceless as he points at Lukas and then extends his arms outward. In his corner of the arena as he holds out his arms an army of fans hold up troll face signs and begin to chant PRO-BLEM? At Ty Lukas, who looks none to happy with the sudden turn of events.

VASSA: ”Well we certainly have an interesting matchup between these two characters to start off our qualifying matches.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed we do. Mariano has the crowd behind him but Lukas has all the swagger in the world plus some and Vinny, we both know that confidence can take a man a long way.”

Referee Logan Whitby take a few moment to explain the rule of the match to both men and, after confirming that there were no questions to be asked by either party, signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both men circle the ring slowly, each with one hand extended a they slowly begin to draw cloer to each other. Fernandez shoots in first, trying to take Lukas down but Ty scoots out of the way with ease and runs a hand through his hair as he spins around to face his opponent just as Fernandez is redirecting his own momentum. The two men continue to circle the ring again, once more slowly drawing close to one another. The two lock hands briefly before Lukas goes for a stiff leg kick that Fernandez checks and then hooks his arms around Ty’s waist, driving him back into the corner. Looking to lower his shoulder and deliver clubbing blows to Lukas’ stomach with his shoulder, Ty manages to leap upward and over, sliding down the back of Fernandez and dashing across to the opposite corner where he kicks his feet up onto the top rope and lounges across the turnbuckle as though it’s a hammock.

VASSA: ”Lukas playing a bit of a mind game with Da Troll right now, isn’t he?”

JOHNSON: ”It seems that way but if you ask me it’s a bit foolish to try and out troll a troll.”

Fernandez, tiring of the games, charges across the ring like any good nord soldier would do. Lukas immediately drops down off the ropes and thrusts his hand out quickly, catching Mariano in the eye with a thumb. Momentum in his favor, Lukas begins to attack the legs of da troll with rapid kung fu kicks that echo throughout the arena with every impact. Fernandez tries to fight him off but with his vision impaired there’s little that he can do other than allow himself to be dropped to a single knee. Quickly, Ty wraps his right arm around the neck of his opponent and pulls him back up to both feet, maneuvering him around the ring before snapping him down to the mat with a snap suplex which he rolls over into a quick pinfall attempt that doesn’t even allow the referee time to slide in and count before Fernandez has kicked out of it.

As Mariano gets back to his feet, the Sinister Urge uses the middle rope to springboard, once more hooking his arm around the neck of his opponent, driving him down into the mat face first this time with a springboard bulldog. Lukas doesn’t let go, however, instead hooking his arm under the jaw of Fernandez, wrenching and torquing his opponents neck and slowing the pace down momentarily. Lukas seems to know that he’s fighting against a true hero from Skyrim and in order to defeat him he’s going to have to wear the man’s defenses down over the period of a long, drawn out match. It’s good strategy, and one that is working effectively for him early on.

VASSA: ”Ty Lukas with early control, showing off a nice technical skillset from the start.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed he is. I think he’d be a tough match for any of the other fourteen competitors if he manages to make it to the House of Horrors.”

VASSA: ”Let’s not discount Fernandez just yet. It’s still early and we all have seen how quickly things can turn in his favor.”

JOHNSON: ”Sure enough, Vinny. There’s still a lot of match left to go between these two.”

While the two commentators converse, Fernandez has been kept on the mat and in significant pain through Lukas’ hold, but he has managed to work his body around enough to put himself in a position where he might be able to get his foot on the bottom rope. Sensing this, the crowd begins to chant in an effort to distract Ty Lukas that “LUKAS DRINKS MILK!” and following it up with a fairly familiar clapping pattern. Feeding off of the crowd, Fernandez pounds his fist on the mat and instead of going for the rope break works his way up slowly to one knee while Lukas, becoming a bit frantic, shakes his head no and screams at the crowd to shut up. Meanwhile, Mariano finds his way back up to both feet and drives an elbow into the abdomen of Lukas to gain himself some separation.

He drives his elbow in again to fully break the hold and then backs up to use the ropes for momentum, steps towards Lukas, and drives his knee squarely into Ty’s jaw with a high knee lift, standing him straight up. Wrapping his own arm around Lukas’ neck, Fernandez drops Ty to the mat with a stiff DDT. Mariano scrambles back to his feet and takes a moment to catch his breath while Ty is quick to roll himself out of the ring and out of harm’s way. Once outside the ring, Ty makes his way over to the woman with the large breasts from the start of the match and rests his head on her ample bosom. She caresses his cheek softly and kisses the red spot on his forehead that had just been smashed into the mat by Mariano’s DDT. Noticing that Lukas is stalling, the referee begins to count.

“One! … Two!”

Lukas, annoyed by the referee counting, turns and makes a rude gesture towards the man and the points at the large breasts he was resting on. Inside the ring, Mariano is pacing back and forth like a man intent on killing a dragon.

“Three! … Four!”

VASSA: ”Lukas buying himself some time before the momentum fully slipped away from him goes to show how truly smart he is in that ring.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure that gigantic set of tits had nothing to do with it at all..”

VASSA: ”What’s Mariano about to do here Steve? He’s ready to come unglued it looks like.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh.. Oh… if he does what I think he’s going to do he might have a Pro… blem!”

From inside the ring Mariano takes off at a charge and dives through the middle and top ropes to the outside, crashing into Ty Lukas and driving them both through the barrier, knocking over the big boobed woman. Both men lay motionless on the ground but because of Mariano’s actions the referee is forced to start his count over from the beginning.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Neither man stirs as the referee takes his sweet time counting between each number. Nobody wants to see a qualifying match end in a double countout and the man seems to know that and is doing his best to give both men ample opportunity to get back into the ring and continue the match.

“Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight!”

It’s Fernandez who begins to stir first but only just barely, pushing himself back up to his feet as Lukas rolls over onto his stomach and then onto his hands and knees, slowly working his way back up to an upright position. Not paying any attention to the referee’s count, Fernandez rips a vicious chop across the chest of Lukas that leaves him with a red welt. Lukas fires back by pushing himself up from a kneeling position, driving his forearm into the jaw of Da Troll. Mariano stumbles backwards out of the crowd and stops against the ring apron, waiting for Lukas to climb back out as well.

“Nine!”

Anticipation in the crowd builds as Lukas climbs over the mess of barrier and big tits, exchanging strikes with Da Troll as soon as he is beyond the disaster area. Lukas brings his own knee up to the abdomen of his opponent and then takes hold of Mariano’s soccer mom haircut and rolls him into the ring, following suit just before the referee could reach the ten count. Much to the crowds delight, both men get to their feet at the same time. Fernandez looks to take Lukas’ head off with a clothesline that he ducks under and then takes off sprinting across the ring. On the rebound, Lukas clearly has set in his mind that he’s going to put an end to the match with the Sexy Results high impact gore, but Troll has other ideas.

Fernandez kneels down and just as Lukas looks to be in striking distance, Mariano spews a disgusting green mist into the face of Ty Lukas.

FERNANDEZ + CROWD: ”PROOOOOOOOOOOBLEM?

Mariano leaps into the air and his foot connects with the side of Lukas head in a picture perfect shining wizard, dropping the man. Fernandez immediately falls across Lukas chest for the pinfall as the crowd erupts in cheers that nearly blow the roof off of the arena.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

Fernandez sits up and lets out a mighty roar before getting all the way back to his feet and taking to the ropes to celebrate his victory as Mike Powers voice from ringside booms over the audio system.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and House of Horrors entrant…. MARIANO…. DA TROLL GUY…. FERNANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDEEEEEEEZZZZZZ!!!”

VASSA: ”What a tightly fought contest that was. I don’t know how the referee didn’t see the green mist that Da Troll just spewed into the face of Ty Lukas, though?!”

JOHNSON: ”It looked like he was a bit out of position and maybe Ty’s body blocked his view. Either way, Lukas fought one hell of a fight but has to be upset with the way things ended.”

VASSA: ”Absolutely, Steve. He had to have felt the match was in the bag. He was about to break Mariano in half.”

JOHNSON: ”About to but didn’t, and Mariano Fernandez now moves on for a shot at the XTV Championship and a contract to face the 4CW Champion at Winter Wasteland..”



Sativa is sitting in the locker room in front of a mirror applying her face paint for the night. Eric is lounging in a chair watching her. His phone starts to ring and he answers it.

LEE: ”Hey Ashe, yeah she is right here, one sec.”

NEVAEH: ”Put it on speaker please.”

Eric taps the phone’s screen and then places it on the counter next to Sativa.

NEVAEH: ”Heya Ashe, everything alright?”

CORVIN: ”Yeah everything is fine, just figured I would check in and make sure your head is in the right spot.”

NEVAEH: ”Yeah I’m just getting ready for my first match.”

CORVIN: ”Good. Don’t take this shit lightly. You need to be focused on the task at hand and not worrying about Rhiannon.”

Sativa rolls her eyes.

NEVAEH: ”I’m not worrying. I’m totally focused.”

CORVIN: ”Alright. Just be careful. Eric, keep an eye on her. Don’t like anyone attack her or take her away. I’m putting you in control of that. If something were to happen to her and she needs to go with the medical staff, you go with her. If they try and stop you, don’t let them.”

LEE: ”Yeah, got it. Don’t worry, I won’t let her out of my sight.”

CORVIN: ”You better not. If you do, and I find out, there will be hell to pay. Now, I’ll let you two go. I’ll be watching the event tonight. See you two later.”

LEE: ”Bye.”

NEVAEH: ”See ya!”

Eric stands up and takes his phone back. He puts it in his pocket as he sits back down.

LEE: ”I haven’t seen him like this in a while. You should feel honored he is taking such an interest of your well being.”

NEVAEH: ”I do but he is more so looking out for his own skin that mine or yours. He is implicated in this now.”

LEE: ”That’s true. Here you are taking forever lemme help you with that.”

Eric gets up and spins Sativa around. He picks up the makeup tools and starts to go to work on her face.



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
DARIN MATTHEWS VS. SCOTT STEVENS

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

Powers’ voice echoes throughout the arena as the ring comes into focus with both Darin Matthews and Scott Stevens already inside and waiting in their corners. With both men ready to begin, the official quickly calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Like a hungry dog, Stevens races towards Darin as if he were a plate of scraps served at dinner time. Taking a swing overhead, Stevens comes up short as Darin rolls out of the way, slamming his fist onto the top turnbuckle. Wrapping Stevens around the waist with both arms, Darin then lifts him into the air and drives him backwards into the canvas with a German suplex.

VASSA: “Stevens has been itching for the chance to get in the ring with Darin after the sneak attack weeks ago.”

JOHNSON: “Revenge has been on his mind but Darin is the first to strike tonight.”

Back on his feet, Darin begins stomping on Stevens over and over before reaching down and locking onto his wrist. Pulling Stevens up from the mat, he then delivers a backhand chop across Stevens’ chest, in which the fans then react with woo’s. Lifting Stevens off his feet, Darin then drops him across his knee with a backbreaker and quickly covers him for the pin.

ON–

Bench pressing Darin, Stevens raises his body into the air and tosses him to the side. The two then quickly race to their feet, Darin standing first. As Stevens stands, Darin steps in and swings forward, slapping Stevens across the cheek with a stinging right hand. Completely shocked, Stevens rubs his face with his eyes locked on Darin.

Stevens then lunges forward, connecting with a solid right hand to Darin’s head, sending him stumbling into the corner. Grabbing onto the top ropes, Stevens then begins kicking Darin in the stomach while using them for leverage. He then lifts Darin up and sits him onto the top of the corner before climbing to the middle ropes. Lifting Zion up and holding him horizontally, Stevens then drops him from the top with a fall away slam. Rolling over and making the cover, Stevens hooks Darin’s leg as the official races over for the count.

ONE

VASSA: “Zi–Matthews gets a shoulder up!”

JOHNSON: “These two aren’t wasting any time are they?”

Up on his feet, Stevens grabs ahold of Darin and lifts him up from the mat. Positioning himself behind Darin, Stevens locks in a half nelson and then lifts him off his feet and drops him on his head with a half nelson slam. Standing tall, Stevens then turns to the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, he jumps into the air and then comes down with a leg drop across Darin’s throat, pinning his head to the mat as his feet shoot into the air. Stevens then makes the cover again as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: “Come on Stevens, it’s going to take more than that to put him down and you know it!”

VASSA: “How would you even know? He’s never had a match here in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “Unlike you I’ve done my research and he’s wrestled in many other promotions. The tape is out there. You just have to look.”

Pulling Darin to his feet, Stevens then whips him to the ropes. Before he can release his grip, Darin reverses and throws him to the ropes instead. As Stevens comes back on the rebound, Darin charges towards him, leaping into the air and wiping him out with a cross body. Falling on top of Stevens, Darin makes the cover as the official drops in with the count.

ONE

Throwing Darin off of him again, Stevens breaks up the pin attempt. On his feet, Darin then runs to the ropes in front of Stevens as he slowly begins to climb to his feet. Leaping into the air, Darin plants both feet onto the middle rope before springboarding off into mid-air. Turning his body around, Darin closes in on Stevens just as he stands and wraps his arm around his head before falling back and planting his head into the canvas with a springboard DDT.

As Stevens body flips over to his back, the crowd grows electric as Darin has turned things around. He then crawls over to Stevens and makes the cover as the official rushes over for the count.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: “Keep at it Darin, you’re getting further and further into the count with each try.”

VASSA: “I’ll admit it and give him a little credit, he is impressing me thus far.”

Pulling Stevens to his feet, Darin stands him up before unloading with a combination of punches to the body and head. Staggering back and forth, Stevens remains on his feet as Darin then kicks his foot forward into his stomach.

JOHNSON: “Stevens catches it!”

VASSA: “Oh boy!”

With Darin’s foot in his grip, Stevens then pulls him into a powerful right clothesline, leveling him in the center of the ring.

VASSA: “And there goes the lights!”

Reaching down and locking onto Darin’s head, Stevens pulls him up to his feet before bending him over and wrapping both arms around his waist. Lifting Darin upside down, Stevens then drops him on his head with a spike piledriver.

JOHNSON: “Moral Compass!”

VASSA: “He just eradicated Darin Zi-Matthews!”

Making the cover, Stevens hooks the leg as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, Scott SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”



Our scene cuts backstage where the camera is trailing Gabriel Hartman, microphone in hand, as he walks at a brisk pace. It’s clear he has his mind set on nailing down an interview with someone, as he certainly would doing on numerous occasions throughout the evening. The scene continues in silence for a few more moment before he comes to a door and knocks on it softly. A few more moments of silence pass before Hartman recognizes that he’s been given clearance to come in and opens the door, entering with the camera crew following closely behind. Inside is Eli Carlson, already in his ring attire (though minus the jacket that Genie swore completed the outfit), a woman was busy lathering on a combination of red, black and white body paint in a recognizable design.

CARLSON: ”What’s up Gabe?”

Hartman seems a bit taken back by the sight that has come before his eyes.

HARTMAN: ”Uhhh… what’s with the paint, man?”

CARLSON: ”Oh… this? I met a fan yesterday who thought it would be a pretty cool idea to go with this whole demon theme since it’s Fright Night and all. Kinda felt bad for the guy. I think he said his name was Finn. What the fuck kind of name is Finn, Gabe? Not to mention he was pretty beat up. Some shit with his shoulder that happened in a bar fight where some dude picked him up and threw him into a wall. That was the story he gave anyway, you know? Fans. What can ya do?”

HARTMAN: ”O….k…. Anyway. I just wanted to ask you a few questions leading in the moments leading up to your match with Keith Daniels and potentially the War Zone this evening. Do you think your failed marriage and Keith’s hand in its failure will have any impact on your emotional state heading into this match? It has to hurt being so openly betrayed, doesn’t it?”

Eli held up a hand to stop him from going any further, shaking his head left and right to let him now that he wouldn’t be going any further until Eli responded.

CARLSON: ”I’ve got one goal, Gabe. Everything else is secondary. I’m going to beat Keith Daniels and I’m going to make it look easy. I’ve said from the moment he laid hands on me that he isn’t half the man I am. He isn’t a quarter of the man I am. He’s nothing but a dog begging at the end of a table for scraps from his master. Tonight isn’t about revenge, as much as I would enjoy spending an entire evening putting the final touches on his shitty career, it’s about disposing of him quickly and efficiently and that’s what’s going to happen. I’ll enjoy the fallout from shattering his dreams after Fright Night is over and I have that contract in my hand.”

HARTMAN: ”I take it this Royal Family business is over then? Will you, JPD and Tara be able to coexist in the ring together? Are you even still friends? Who sacrifices their own success for someone elses?”

CARLSON: Everyone wants to know about the inner workings of everything. How do I feel about JPD and Tara? How do I feel about this person or that person? How do they feel about me? In the end it’s all just noise. JPD, Tara and I are close friends and will remain close friends after Fright Night is over. Will the two of them be disappointed? Sure. But retaining his XTV Championship is nothing to be ashamed of. He’ll just have to get used to it being me recognized as the top dog in the company and make no mistake about that, Gabe. When I win that contract, that’s what I become. The most recognizable face in this company. Nobody believes Jair can actually retain his championship under the weight of ACTUAL competition. And that’s nothing against Dakota but his own mental issues have clearly cost him. At Winter Wasteland the reign of Jair Hopkins will come to an end at my hands.”

Eli finally puts a stop to the work of the woman who was applying the paint to his chest, neck and face and back. Standing up from the chair he was sitting in to face the reporter and look him in the eyes.

HARTMAN: ”You don’t think that’s getting a bit ahead of yourself? You don’t even know who all of your opponents will be. For all you know you could be the only Royal Family member to make it to the War Zone. Maybe you won’t even make it.”

CARLSON: ”It’s one step at a time, Gabe. But no, I’m not getting ahead of myself. It doesn’t matter who the other seven people are in that Warzone because in the end they just aren’t going to have quite enough gas to get them across the finish line. Nights like these are the sort that legends are made of. This sort of match is the thing that I live for, you understand that right? You can put all the weapons in the world in that match and it won’t make a bit of difference in the outcome because at the end of the day, I’m the guy that wins the big matches. I’m the guy that people look to. I’m the one that, deep down, every person tuning in tonight will expect to walk away victorious and I’m not going to disappoint them.”

HARTMAN: ”And what if there’s… outside interference? What if someone makes an effort to keep you from making it to the Warzone even if you do beat KD? You’ve been knocked out of action one evening already. Who’s to say it won’t happen again.”

With a wicked smirk, Eli shook his head in amusement.

CARLSON: ”They can try, Gabe. They can try. You can’t stop destiny and tonight, my destiny is to go home with that contract firmly in my grips. Now get the hell out of here. I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

With a wave of his hand Eli dismissed the camera crew and interview, finding his way back into his chair as Hartman exits and the scene fades.



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
LAURYN WOLFE VS. LORD RAAB

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

“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”

With 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”

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.

POWERS: “Making her way to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall! She is ‘The Triggering Queen’, Lauryn WWOOLLFFEE!!!”

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.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“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 as Losak follows behind.

JOHNSON: “Lord Raab has been loyal to 4CW since the very beginning. I can’t think of a single person hungrier than he is to hold a 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: “He’s had his ups and downs here in 4CW but has never stopped along the way, not once. 4CW runs through his veins along with that green stuff he bleeds for this company.”

JOHNSON: “We’ve seen a lot of faces come through 4CW who tucked tail and left when things didn’t go their way. Not Raab! I can’t think of anyone more dedicated to this company than he is.”

VASSA: “Tonight could be the night! With a win here, Raab can advance to the Warzone where the XTV Championship and a shot at the 4CW Championship is on the line.”

Stopping at the bottom of the ramp, Raab stares through the ropes and locks his sights on Lauryn looking on from inside of the ring. Behind him, Losak stands close, looking over Raab’s shoulder. A loud roar is then heard from the crowd as a familiar face hops over the barricade and onto the entrance ramp.

VASSA: “Wait a second, we have company!”

JOHNSON: “Is that? What’s he doing here?!”

VASSA: “It’s Aamon!”

The sounds from the crowd grab Losak’s attention as he slowly turns around to the sight of Aamon standing a few feet behind him.

JOHNSON: “What the heck is Aamon doing out here?! He isn’t booked tonight!”

VASSA: “He just returned to action in 4CW and I’m guessing that the fan access event match he had with Niobe wasn’t good enough for him!”

Ignoring the fans, Raab continues to stare through the ropes to Lauryn who has now walked closer to the edge of the ropes, curious to the happenings outside of the ring. Holding both hands up, Losak slowly back steps before bumping into Raab and coming to a stop. Lunging forward, Aamon clocks Losak with a vicious right hand, knocking him to the floor.

VASSA: “Losak goes down!”

JOHNSON: “What is he doing?!”

Turning around instantly, Raab locks eyes with Aamon before turning his attention to his feet where Losak is laid out unconscious.

VASSA: “You have a match to focus on Raab! Forget this guy!”

JOHNSON: “With an opportunity to earn what he’s always wanted in 4CW, now Aamon presents an obstacle for him.”

Leaping over Losak, Raab swings with a powerful right, driving his fist into the side of Aamon’s head.

VASSA: “And here we go!”

Staggering backwards, Aamon quickly regains his footing just as Raab lunges forward again, this time reaching for him with both hands. Ducking out of the way, Aamon avoids Raab’s clutches and delivers a stiff punch to his midsection. Locking onto Raab’s head, Aamon then pulls him to the side and throws him into the barricade.

JOHNSON: “It’s going to be one of those night, I can already tell!”

VASSA: “What does that mean?”

JOHNSON: “A night full of nothing but chaos!”

Pushing himself away from the barricade, Raab lowers his head and rushes towards Aamon, wrapping him up around the waist with both arms and driving him backwards. Rushing from one side of the ramp to the other, Raab slams Aamon back first against the opposite barricade. Stretching his arms across the top, Aamon holds himself up as Raab unloads with a combination of boxing punches to the torso.

VASSA: “I hope you were expecting a fight, Aamon!”

Standing straight up, Raab swings upward and connects with a European uppercut, whipping Aamon’s head back. He then grabs onto Aamon with both hands and rips him away from the barricade, throwing him down to the floor. On the inside of the ring, Lauryn and the official stand by the ropes, watching the chaos on the outside of the ring.

JOHNSON: “Something tells me that this isn’t how Aamon pictured this surprise attack going.”

VASSA: “You don’t say?”

Pulling Aamon up from the floor, Raab wraps both around him and lifts him into the air with a bear hug. Squeezing the life out of him, Raab begins shaking him violently back and forth in the middle of the ramp. Extending both of his arms, Aamon then swings them both inward, slamming his fist onto the sides of Raab’s head.

VASSA: “Was that a bell clap?!”

JOHNSON: “I think it was, but not from the person you’re used to seeing it from.”

Releasing his hold, Raab drops Aamon to his feet. Holding both hands over his ears, Raab leaves his midsection open as Aamon kicks him directly in the stomach.

VASSA: “Maybe we’ll actually see a match take place.”

JOHNSON: “I highly doubt that!”

Jumping up, Aamon grabs onto Raab’s head and falls down to the floor, pulling Raab down and slamming his face onto the metal ramp with a cutter.

VASSA: “Holy shit!”

JOHNSON: “Black Hole!”

Standing to his feet, Aamon looks down at Raab face down to the floor as the crowd erupts throughout the entire arena. He then looks to the ring and locks eyes with the official before doing a throat cutting motion with his hand. Turning away, Aamon then makes his way up the ramp, leaving Raab unconscious as Lauryn and the official look on.

JOHNSON: “Aamon just eliminated Raab from any sort of competition tonight.”

VASSA: “Raab had the opportunity to fight for something he’s always wanted in 4CW and that being a championship. Aamon just pulled the rug out from under him.”

JOHNSON: “This is just heart breaking.”

Inside the ring, the official points to the top of the entrance ramp before signaling for the bell.

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

POWERS: “Due to outside interference, the scheduled match has been deemed a no contest. Your winner, by default and advancing to the Warzone of Horrors… LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”

Annoyed with the outcome, Lauryn shakes her head in disagreement as the official call is made. Looking to the official, she then begins to mouth off as the arena watches in silence, more so disappointment at the final outcome.

JOHNSON: “Well there you have it folks. This match has been thrown out and Lauryn Wolfe will enter the Warzone of Horrors.”

VASSA: “What was the point of that?”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know but after a disappointing return last week, Aamon has taken matter into his own hands and made an impact here tonight.”

VASSA: “He took the one person who loves 4CW the most and snatched away their hopes of winning a championship or championship match tonight.”

JOHNSON: “If you think about it, he chose the right person to screw over tonight.”

VASSA: “Yeah, but it’s still fucked up. Raab didn’t deserve that.”

JOHNSON: “Now the question on everyone’s mind is how will Raab react at the next Adrenaline. Aamon may have just started a war with the Green Disease.”



There is the exterior of a legal building, standing the in middle of the concrete posts is the blind Lady Justice holding up her scales as she does so well. Just then there is a booming voice over, a nice deep voice to wake you up and get you to pay attention. And there is a number at the bottom of the screen in bright yellow letters.

CALL (888)SUE-THEM or (888)783-8436

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Cut to the inside of some building. There are rows and rows and rows of what looks to be like legal books, and standing in front of the obvious green screen with the library in the background is a short African-American male, his hair is short and he wears a pair of glasses that gives him a bit of a scholarly look. The suit and tie also does that. He is holding a book in front of him, looking like he is doing some last minute prep for a test or something. In an instant he snaps the book shut and pushes up his glasses.

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Neck pains?”

After the question the screen flashes with about the cheapest special effect you’ve ever seen. Wrigley is now got a giant pillow in his hands instead of the book and he is no longer wearing the suit and tie, but rather some fancy looking PJs.

WRIGLEY: ”I’ma get you that green, so you can buy that gigantic pillow to make sure your neck never hurts again.

Back pains?”

Another whoosh of a sound followed by a cheap screen flash effect, this time it is Wrigley wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt, with a pair of sunglasses and he even has white sunscreen on his nose. In his hands is a coconut drink with an umbrella hanging out of it.

WRIGLEY: ”You’re gonna get paid. You’re gonna get paid so much that you’re gonna be sitting on the beach in a lounge chair drinking umbrella drinks that you’re not gonna even care if your back hurts.

Can’t stand up for long periods of time?”

Once again there is the whoosh of a sound followed by the screen flash. This time Wrigley is just standing there in his suit and tie again with a confused look on his face until he looks down at the part of his body that isn’t on screen and smiles.

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Open sores that just won’t heal?”

Just as you are expecting a whoosh and a flash there is none. Instead the smile just fades from Wrigley’s face and he shakes his head in disgust.

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Sure enough there is the whoosh and the flash you were waiting for, Wrigley is back in the library on the green screen wearing the same thing he started this whole thing out with and at the bottom of the screen is once again the number

CALL (888)SUE-THEM or (888)783-8436

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Double finger point towards the camera and the commercial awkwardly ends just like th–end.



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. TARA DAVIDSON

JOHNSON: ”Yet another qualifying match on tap here tonight at Fright Night where once again the winner of the match will advance to compete later tonight in the Warzone of Horrors match.”

VASSA: ”Everyone has their favorites for who is going to win that contract later tonight for a shot at the 4CW Championship at Winter Wasteland but to get in you gotta win your qualifying match.”

JOHNSON: ”You never know who could be a wildcard in a match like that no matter who the favorites are to win. Our matchup coming up next pits two people very familiar with each other from their time in the High Octane Wrestling promotion.”

VASSA: ”First you have Brian Hollywood who has been just itching to prove that he belongs among the elite here in 4CW. A win here tonight would go a great deal to make people take notice to the two former tag team champion.

JOHNSON: ”But to do that he has to get back one half of the current 4CW tag team champions in Tara Davidson who has been mowing through the competition since signing with 4CW back in April this year.”

VASSA: ”Dat ass don’t quit Johnson. I’m still hard thinking about the last time we seen Tara in singles action here in 4CW. I think Brian Hollywood might just be the luckiest man on the planet getting to draw the Red Queen as an opponent.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think lucky is the word I would use here but let’s toss it down to Mike Powers who is ready to make the introductions for this match.”

Vassa reaches under the announcers table and pulls out a bottle of lotion and a box of Kleenex that he sits on top for the table. Johnson scoots his chair far away from Vassa as we pan to the ring where Mike Powers is standing with his microphone in hand.

POWERS: ”The following is a qualifying match for the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight and can only be won by pinfall of submission!”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”It was just few weeks ago that Brian Hollywood scored an upset victory over the current 4CW champion Jair Hopkins. I can just imagine that Hollywood is just chopping at the bit to get his hands on that contract and earn himself a shot at the championship at Winter Wasteland.”

VASSA: ”Hollywood had been putting everyone on notice here in 4CW with vicious attack after vicious attack but in the last week Hollywood has almost completely fallen off the map. We’ll see if he’ll be able to rebound and get back to form here tonight at Fright Night.”

POWERS: “And his opponent…”

“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 rubs both of her hands across the golden plate of her 4CW Tag Team Championship. She tosses her hair back behind her shoulders before she begins to walk towards the ring with the crowd still clamoring 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… one half of the reigning 4CW Tag Team Champions… ‘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 removed her championship belt from around her waist before holding it up high in the air 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: ”Looking to step out of her husband’s shadows Tara Davidson could really cement herself here if she could pick up the win here tonight and pull down that contract for a shot at the 4CW championship belt at Winter Wasteland.”

VASSA: ”You know what is working in her favor tonight? It’s the fact in all the matches that these two have had both in High Octane Wrestling and here in 4CW. Brian Hollywood has never been able to defeat Tara. That has to be lingering deep in the back of Hollywood’s head here tonight.”

Mike Powers exits the ring as Tara hands her 4CW tag team championship belt to the timekeeper on the outside of the ring. The referee checks with Hollywood and then Tara. Once both are ready the referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

Hollywood and Tara come out of their corners and circle each other slowly before locking up collar and elbow in the center of the ring. The size and strength advantage is apparent as Hollywood shrugs off Tara and forces her down to the mat hard. The crowd boo’s loudly as Hollywood just taunts Tara and tells her to get back up to her feet. Tara regains a vertical base and the two lock up again collar and elbow. Much like the first time Hollywood uses his size and his strength to force Tara down to the canvas hard. The crowd boo’s even louder flexes his arms showing off as Tara shakes her head and pulls herself back up to her feet. For a third time Tara and Hollywood lock up collar and elbow but this time Hollywood forces Tara spine first back into the turnbuckle. The referee comes over and starts his five count but Hollywood slowly lets go of Tara. Hollywood swings a big right hand but Tara moves out of the way causing Hollywood to crash against the turnbuckle. Tara turns around and unleashes a furious assault of kicks to the ribs and midsection of Hollywood before connecting with a leaping spin kick right to the chin.

JOHNSON: ”This match was all Hollywood using his size and strength to ground Tara but her quickness was too much and now she’s turned this match around with a vicious assault of kicks to Hollywood that has him rocked in the corner.”

VASSA: ”If I was Hollywood I would have went to work on Tara’s legs. You take out her legs and you talk out her biggest weapons because like me tell you those kicks of deadly if they find their mark. She might have just given Hollywood a concussion.”

Tara grabs a hold of Hollywood by the wrist and then whips him across the ring and into the opposite corner. Hollywood hits the turnbuckle spine first hard as Tara gets a running start. Tara hits a flip then connects with a handspring elbow to the face of Hollywood that crunches him against the turnbuckle. Tara walks away from the corner as Hollywood falls to the canvas and leans against the turnbuckle pad. Tara points the corner and then gets a running start. Tara leaps into the air and connects with a bronco buster in the corner to Hollywood. Tara bounces off up and down on the face and chest of Hollywood repeated much to the delight of the crowd before finishing it off with a dropkick to the face. Tara gets back up to her feet and sees that Hollywood hasn’t moved from his spot against the turnbuckle. Tara turns around and points towards her ass as the crowd begins to go wild. Tara begins to pull down her pants over her ass and goes for the stinkface but Hollywood quickly slides under the bottom rope and exits the ring in retreat.

VASSA: ”Where the hell is he going?! You don’t ruin away from that ass you eat them groceries! Hollywood’s gone man to man with Zion too many damn times he’s forgotten what it’s like to be straight!”

JOHNSON: ”Do you mind?! You’re getting lotion everywhere!”

VASSA: ”Leave me alone I’m moisturizing mah penis!”

Hollywood holds his chin on the outside of the ring but Tara pulls up her pants and gets a running start. Tara leaps through the ropes and hits Hollywood with a suicide dive takes him down to the arena floor. Tara gets back up to her feet then grabs a hold of Hollywood and tries to pull him back up to a vertical base. Hollywood gives Tara a thumb to the eye then tosses spine first into the steel ring steps with a sickening thud. Hollywood grabs a hold of Tara then rolls her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Hollywood gets back inside of the ring then stalks in the corner as Tara pulls herself back up to a vertical base. Hollywood charges out of the corner and levels Tara with a running big boot to the face that sends her crashing down to the canvas hard. Hollywood turns around then reaches down and grabs Tara by her blonde hair and brings to back up to her feet. Hollywood lifts Tara into the air and hits her with a sideslam that sends her back down to the canvas. Hollywood gets up to his feet then makes his way over to the cover and begins to climb the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: ”Dirty tactics on the outside of the ring has given Brian Hollywood some much needed offense in this match against Tara Davidson but now it looks like he’s going up to the high rent district here while Tara is down.”

VASSA: ”It’s not something that we see Hollywood do often but if he manages to connect with a big move off the top rope here then Tara’s chances to advance to the Warzone of Horrors match could be in serious jeopardy.”

Hollywood perches himself on the top rope and then leaps off going for a moonsault but soon finds there is no water in the pool because Tara rolls out of the way. Hollywood crashes and burns down to the canvas hard as Tara pulls herself back up to her feet. Tara steps through the ropes and then waits on the ring apron as Hollywood pulls himself back up to his feet. As Hollywood turns around Tara springboards to the top rope then leaps off and connects with double knees to the face that takes Hollywood down to the canvas hard. Tara gets back up to her feet then races towards the ropes as Hollywood staggers back up to a vertical base. Tara leaps to the middle rope then springs off and connects with the 24 Carat Kick to the face of Hollywood that sends him down to the canvas hard. Tara gets back up to her feet and stalks around Hollywood as he struggles to regain his footing. Tara gives Hollywood a boot to the midsection then plants him with the Face Lift down to the canvas hard. Tara hooks the leg and makes the cover on Hollywood as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Hollywood gets his shoulder up before the three count could be made!

JOHNSON: ”The 24 Carat Kick followed by the Face Lift but somehow Brian Hollywood managed to get his shoulder off of the canvas before the three count can be made. I thought for sure this match would be over after that.”

VASSA: ”It just goes to show that everyone is willing to leave it all out there in the ring tonight for a chance to fight for that guaranteed shot at the 4CW championship. However Hollywood really can’t afford to take much more punishment like this.”

Tara gets back up to her feet then grabs a hold of Hollywood and pulls him back up to a vertical base. Tara gives Hollywood a couple of chops to the chest then whips him into the ropes. As Hollywood rebounds off the ropes Tara spins and leaps into the air looking to knock Hollywood down to the canvas using her own ass but Hollywood manages to catch Tara in mid-air. Hollywood muscles Tara up and over with a deadlift German suplex down to the canvas hard. As Tara gets back up to her feet Hollywood grabs a hold of her by the arm and then hoists her high up into the air. Hollywood slam dunks Tara down to the canvas with the Executive Decision. With Tara planted on the canvas Hollywood makes his way over towards the corner and begins stomping his foot on the canvas repeatedly. As Tara gets back up to her feet Hollywood charges out of the corner and goes for the Executive Promise but Tara moves out of the way and Hollywood connects with the referee knocking him down to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Hollywood just cleaned the referee’s clock with that kick!”

VASSA: ”Watch out here comes Tara!”

The referee down and out Tara drops down to her knees and hits Hollywood with a low blow that sends him crumbling down to the canvas hard. Hollywood holds his groin in pain but tries to fight his way back up to his feet as Tara races towards the ropes. Tara rebounds off the ropes then leaps into the air and connects with the Goodnight Kiss to the back of the head of Hollywood that sends him crashing back down to the canvas. However instead of hooking the leg and making the cover on Hollywood just stands over him and looks down at her fallen opponent. Tara slowly backs away into the corner and yells for Hollywood to get back up to his feet. Hollywood stumbles back up to one knee as Tara charges out of the corner. Tara leaps into the air and…

VASSA: ”BOW TO THE KING TO HOLLYWOOD!”

JOHNSON: ”STATEMENT DELIVERED!”

Tara connects with her husband’s finishing move smashing Hollywood’s face down to the canvas. Tara hooks the leg and makes the cover on Hollywood as the referee crawls over and makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…THE RED QUEEN TARA DAVIDSONNNNN!!!!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Tara advances to the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight after a simply dominating victory over Brian Hollywood here just a few moments ago. Could we be seeing Mrs. Davidson main eventing Winter Wasteland?”

VASSA: ”WOW! Do you think she’s hyped up to see her husband in that Warzone match later tonight? This is 4CW. Doesn’t matter if your champions or couples you’re in a match together you fight it out like you hate each other’s guts.”

JOHNSON: ”But the question is will Jason advance later tonight or will be crowning a new 4CW XTV champion in Johnny Evil. Only one way to find out folks so stay tuned!”



The cameras come to life on none other than The Princess herself, Genevie. She’s roaming the halls almost as if she is in search of something, or someone. She continues wandering the halls before none other than Hartman walks up to her with a Mic in hand. She gives him a look of pure disgust as she rolls her eyes.

GENEVIE: “What do you want?”

HARTMAN: “Was wondering if you wouldn’t mind answering some questions for me?”

GENEVIE: “In case you haven’t noticed I’m a little bit busy Gabby.”

She sighed and shook her head as she looked around, before crossing her arms over her chest.

GENEVIE: “So I’m gonna need you to make this quick. I have a match coming up next and I was hoping to find someone before that.”

Hartman frowned for a moment as Genevie just stared at him impatiently.

HARTMAN: “Who are you looking for? Your ex-husband Eli?”

GENEVIE: “As if I give two fucks where he is at this time. If you must know though I was searching for KD, as I intend on wishing him luck and possibly escorting him to the ring in his match against Eli. Want a front row seat to watch him get destroyed. There’s very few things KD would tell me No on.”

HARTMAN: “So you truly have no conflicts in your mind going into the Warzone match knowing you will have to face your ex-husband if he makes it?”

GENEVIE: “Keyword there is IF, and I’m doubting that, but IF he makes it. No. In fact I rather enjoy being the bane of his existence and what I said on social media wasn’t all talk. I truly intend of crushing all his hopes and dreams here tonight.”

Genevie smirked wide and sighed as she looked up and seemed off in her head, as if she were imagining some awful sight of Eli being crushed.

HARTMAN: “You know there is a possibility though that you, yourself will not make it into that match later tonight, right?”

Genevie scoffed at Hartman and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

GENEVIE: “You mean you think Sativa has a shot of beating me? Please. The bitch hit me with pictures I took myself. She doesn’t know the first thing about psychological warfare, and really how to get in my head. I’m as focused as ever on the target. What exactly has she been doing? Oh that’s right, planning 4CW’s fifteen thousandth kidnapping. How original. Can’t even sweat this bitch.”

HARTMAN: “Some would argue Sativa did get in your head. I mean she is the reason you and Eli got divorced. Don’t you think that’s pretty big?”

GENEVIE: “Let’s get one thing straight here Hartman. Sativa didn’t end my marriage. Me and Eli made a decision to end our marriage. If I would have wanted to stay I would have never messed around with KD in the first place. I fucked up my marriage, I just gave Sativa the match to light the fuse of the bomb. I know how she likes to feel important.”

Genevie started getting antsy as she began looking back and forth down the hallway. She was definitely more preoccupied with looking for KD than she was with Hartman’s interview. She got snapped back to the conversation much to her annoyance and another dramatic sigh at his next question.

HARTMAN: “What’s your mentality like going into this match with Sativa and possibly the Warzone? A lot has happened and some people might argue that you are not focused, and you’re not paying attention to the numbers game that will be in the Warzone.”

GENEVIE: “My mentality? Oh boo, let me tell you something right now. In spite of everything, in spite of being despised by my coworkers I am still as ready and focused as I will ever be. I have my eyes locked on my targets. My eyes on the prize even. I want that contract and I don’t care who is standing in front of me at any given moment, I will retrieve it and go on to fight Jair for that 4CW Championship.”

Genevie paused for a moment and smirked as she looked down the hallway and made a nod at someone before turning her attention back to Hartman.

GENEVIE: ”See all these people back here that I work with, think they have me all figured out. They think they know me, and what I’m capable of. I’m not capable of showing them heart, and fire, and determination. Not even Ruthlessness. I’m here to prove them all wrong. I’m not the predictable little cunt of 4CW. I refuse to settle for such a demeaning title. I promise you, that no matter what the outcome is of the Warzone match? You will all be talking about Genevie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have someone more important to talk to, and then an idiotic pothead to destroy.”

Genevie waved sarcastically to Hartman as she walked away, the cameras following her to reveal the person standing down the hallway to be none other than KD himself. She approached him with a smile and a flirty touch of his arm as they walked down the hallway talking, Gen leaning up to give KD a kiss on the cheek and a hug before parting ways and heading towards the ring area as the feed ends.



HARTMAN: “JAIR … Buddy, Champ! Long-time no see!”

Ecstatic welcoming presence 4CW’s interviewer, Gabriel Hartman held as he spotted the 4CW Champion, perusing the hallways of the Smoothie King Arena with the title hanging over his right shoulder. He pivoted, turning his direction towards Gabe before dapping him up and shaking his hand.

HOPKINS: “Long time indeed. Apologies for not taking over your mic like usual. I ain’t been much in the speaking mode, I guess you could say.”

HARTMAN: “Yeah, I got a few questions to ask…”

HOPKINS: “Shoot em’ at me then, Gabe!”

HARTMAN: “Right. Well, over the past few weeks, there’s been a noticeable difference in the ring with you. Your results are up and down. How do you think it’s going to affect you tonight?”

Hopkins threw a sly smirk as he adjusted the title on his shoulder.

HOPKINS: “Things are going to be different tonight, Gabe. Tonight is going to be a good night. I’m going to put Dakota to it’s end. Yeah I know everybody is lookin forward to the War Zone match and yeah Jason Davidson has been yapping his mouth the whole damn week about what he’s gonna do and how he’s gonna do it but folks will see if he can deliver.”

HOPKINS: “I’m going to show everyone that Hops’ can deliver too. Everyone WISH they could be where I’m at right now. Everyone WISH they could get the glamour shots like me. I’m so much more than what everyone wants to see. That’s okay though, I’m gonna’ show em’ ton–UGHH…”

Gabriel Hartman shot out of the way, running about half-way down the hall as Hopkins had gotten a crushing forearm to the back of the head as he put Hopkins down on the ground along with the title. Pulling him up by the neck of his warm-up jacket, he gets blasted right in the face with the title as Hopkins caught him with a full-frontal shot. Hartman stayed far back as he witnessed the action. Hopkins delivered yet another shot with the 4CW Title before grabbing Dakota by the head, hauling him forward before smashing him right into the wall, head-first. Bouncing off the wall. Hopkins yanked him along as he led the way around the corner.

HOPKINS: “You bout to find out just how treacherous I can be!”

The cameras followed the two as Hopkins continued to lead the way but after a moment, Dakota delivered an elbow to the gut of Hopkins before lifting him up and dropping him down onto the floor with a back suplex, dropping him hard. Head bouncing off the floor from the impact. Dakota, gathering himself delivered boots right to the chest of Hopkins, looking to stomp the life out of him.

SMITH: “You talk too fucking much for my liking!”

Dakota went throwing stuff around to the side. His eyes set on something as he grabbed up what was a black, heavy-duty pipe wrench. Smiling with a devil’s grin, he looked down at Hopkins who was still trying to recover from that back suplex. Dakota slowly walked over to Hopkins before looking at the pipe wrench in his hands. Raising it up with both arms, he came down with it but Hopkins quickly rolled out of the way and Dakota went to one knee, completely shattering the pipe wrench against the flooring. He grabbed his wrist, feeling the hurt from that attempt. Hopkins dashed and connected with a low blow connecting. Hopkins delivered a DDT to Dakota as he was doubled-over. Grabbing Dakota’s left arm, he slowly drug the 265-pounder down the hall slowly. His eyes were searching for something, no one knew what was on his mind. All of a sudden, all had came to a stop. His eyes had set on the pretty black Coffin. One that was going to be used later tonight. Hopkins glared at it before looking behind himself at Dakota, trying to come to his senses. Hopkins holds a smile on his face as he hold some sort of idea.

HOPKINS: “We already right here, might as fuckin’ well!”

Grabbing Dakota, he looks back at the coffin for a second and that second allowed Dakota to recover as he yanked Hopkins and sent him hard into the wall as he fell instantly. Dakota got up to his feet, rubbing his head as there was a sighting of blood from earlier that had shown through. Lifting Hopkins up, he pressed him up against the wall as his hand went around Hopkins throat, clenching it tight as he had Hopkins about a foot or so off the ground, staring him right in the eyes. It seemed like Hopkins was fading quickly but thankfully the 4CW Security staff had rushed in, trying to pull Dakota off Hopkins. After time, they did accomplish that but for their efforts, they received a devastating clothesline from Dakota as he clocked two of them as the others had scattered, trying to talk Dakota down but none of that was happening. He turned and went back to Hopkins as he lifted him up, hauling him over to where the casket was all set. He immediately bounced Hopkins head off of the casket before doing it again, then again, again and once more before placing his palm over Hopkins face, grabbing him from the forehead. He bent him backwards over the casket as he began wailing on him with shots to the body. Opening the lid on the casket, he tried pushing Hopkins over and into the casket but Hopkins did not budge. Dakota delivering a forearm to the back of the head once again, he tried but again Hopkins didn’t go in. Hopkins deliver a back elbow, catching Dakota in the face. He followed with a few forearms of his own as he cracked Dakota over the head. Hopkins looked around as he walked over and grabbed up a steel chair that was by itself. Folding it up as he made it back over to Dakota, he wasted no time delivering hard whacks across the back of Dakota as he leaned over from the shots. Hopkins delivered one shot right across the head of Dakota as that seemed to put him in a even more weakened state. Hopkins dropped the chair as he shoved Dakota over and into the casket. Hopkins gave him the middle finger before slamming down the top of the casket.

HOPKINS: “Get comfy bitch, that’s your final resting place!”

The security comes rushing in on Hopkins, telling him to stop being it seemed as he was done. Hopkins had put his hands up, as if he was truly done. He walked on off, walking around the corner no longer seen. A minute had passed and Hopkins returned … with a red gas can in his hand as he poured all the contents inside the can over the casket, causing the security staff to back up as they wanted no gasoline on them. Hopkins reached into his pockets before pulling out a zippo lighter. Flicking the switch, he threw it right on the casket as it quickly ignited into a flaming casket. A sickening smile came over onto Hopkins face as he watched it go ablaze.

HOPKINS: “R.I.P!”

Hopkins walked on off as the guards had no choice but to stand afar and look baffled. There was no extinguisher nearby for them to quickly distinguish the fire. Hopkins had thrown the can to the side before walking off as cameras had to abruptly cut off back to ringside.



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
SATIVA NEVAEH VS. GENEVIE

JOHNSON: ”Another qualifying match is on tap here tonight at Fright Night and boy has this upcoming contest been the grudge match as we see former 4CW Fate Champion Genevie take on Sativa Nevaeh and only one of them can advance.”

VASSA: ”To put it frankly since the breakup and divorce of Genevie and Elijah Carlson it’s been Genie and Sativa that have been literally at each other’s throats. With Sativa releasing pictures of Genie and Keith Daniels this hasn’t just become a match it’s become personal.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s been well stated all over social media that Sativa has sided with Elijah Carlson in this matter and seeing as how Sativa has been teaming with Keith Daniels as of late it seems as if Sativa doesn’t approve of Genie’s extra curricular activities.”

VASSA: ”You mean that Sativa doesn’t approve of Genie being a ho. But if we know anything about the woman that used to call herself Princess Thundercunt it’s that she’s not going to back down from adversity. I have a feeling this isn’t going to be over until one of these ladies kills the other.”

JOHNSON: ”This match certainly won’t be a great showing of sportsmanship or a technical classic. These ladies are going to throw down from the opening bell until one of them can’t stand on their own two feet anymore. Which lady will that be? No one knows.”

VASSA: ”If I was a betting man I would put my money on Genie but you just never know because Sativa is no slouch in her own right coming close to capture both the 4CW tag team championship belts along with the 4CW XTV champion belt recently. It’s going to be one hell of a fight.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed so let’s toss it down to ringside where Mike Powers is ready to make the introductions for this match.

Johnson gives a nod towards the ring as Vassa slaps his hands on the announcer’s table in excitement.

POWERS: ”The following is a qualifying match for the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight and can only be won by pinfall of submission!”

The lights start to strobe between blue and red as ”Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis kicks up. Fog fills the entrance and a procession of couples comes out from the back. Each couple is dressed like they are going to a funeral. All of their faces are painted up like skulls, similar to a Dia de Los Muertos parade. Six men in the middle of the procession are carrying a casket.

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!!!!”

The procession makes their way down to the ring and slide the coffin in under the bottom rope. They then surround the ring as a spotlight lands on the coffin. It slowly opens and Sativa sits up. Her face is painted up like a sugar skull with black, blue, and pink coloration. She climbs out of the coffin and the people pull it out of the ring. She stands in the center of the ring with her arms out wide, the crowd raining hate down on her. She grins as she twirls on the spot, soaking the crowds hate in.

JOHNSON: ”Sativa is the ultimately wildcard here in these qualifying match because you never know what she’s going to do. With her extremely violent nature you would think she would be right at home in the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight.”

VASSA: ”And this whole entrance here is something a little bit different than what we’ve usually seen from Sativa lately. It’s no secret that she’s been often compared to the character Harley Quinn but this is just a whole different level of strange.”

POWERS: “And her opponent…”

The arena is abuzz as the fans wait in anticipation for what’s next for them. The lights brighten for the next star about to come out. The big screens come a light as the beginning guitar riffs to “Porn Star Dancing” hit the sound system. There’s a pause before Genevie makes her way out from behind the curtain just as the words of the song begin. She smiles brightly as the crowd boos her appearance and then rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She raised. As she shakes her hips and body along to the lyrics of the song, disregarding everyone else. After a few moments she begins making her way to the ring with a sexy strut, the smirk never leaving her face.

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

At this point Genevie has made her way to the ring apron. She’ll pose seductively against the ropes before puckering her lips and giving a wink to the crowd. This gets lots of boos but some of the males of the audience whistle and throw cheers her way. She wraps her arms around the top rope and flips backwards into the ring. Flipping her long hair back and sliding her hands seductively down the side of her body as she mouths the word FLAWLESS and waves off the crowd’s booing with disgust as she makes her way to the corner and begins stretching as her theme fades out.

JOHNSON: ”The Boston Genie as she calls herself hasn’t had the easiest time since she moved here to Adrenaline from Uprising suffering losses to Lyza Reyes and Persephone Marquis but she’s bound and determined to not only win here tonight but to claim victory in the Warzone of Horrors match.”

VASSA: ”Genie wants to show the world that not only can she survive without Eli but that she can be successful in the ring without him be her side. A win here against Sativa and we could see yet another member of the Royal Family claim a spot in the match later tonight.”

Powers exits the ring as the referee checks with Sativa who bounces in place in her corner then with Genie who is doing some last minute stretching in her own corner. Once against is set the referee calls for the signal the start of this match.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both Sativa and Genie come out of their corners then walk to the center of the ring and stand toe to toe. Heated words are exchanged between the two ladies and it doesn’t take long before the fists start flying. Lefts, rights, and haymakers are thrown by both ladies who just unload on each other. Genie grabs a hold of Sativa off of her feet and tackles her down to the canvas. Genie mounts herself on top of Sativa and fires away with more right and left hands. The referee comes over and literally has to pull Genie off of Sativa. Genie kicks and screams as they referee puts her back down on her own two feet.

GENIE: ”Let’s go you Harley Quinn knock off cunt! Is that all you got?!”

Genie screams down at Sativa who gets a wild look in her eyes as she pulls herself back up to her feet. Sativa charges and hits Genie with a spear that damn near cuts her in half as she takes her down to the canvas hard. Sativa mounts herself on top of Genie and wraps her hands in her hair before pounding the back of her head into the canvas repeatedly. Sativa gets back up to her feet then pulls Genie up by the hair and slings her halfway across her ring by her long brunette locks. Genie hits the mat hard and uses the turnbuckle to pull herself back up to a vertical base. Sativa gets a running start towards the corner and levels Genie with a running clothesline in the corner that crunches her against the turnbuckle. Genie crumbles down to the canvas as Sativa steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Sativa perches herself on the top rope as Genie pulls herself back up to her feet. As Genie turns around Sativa leaps off the top rope and hits Genie with a missile dropkick that sends her down to canvas hard. Sativa gets back up to her feet then steps through the ropes and waits out on the ring apron as Genie struggles her way back up to her feet. As Genie turns around Sativa springboards to the top rope then leaps off. Sativa lands on Genie’s shoulders then takes her up and over with a frankensteiner. However Genie doesn’t do the full rotation and gets spiked head first down to the canvas. The crowd gasps but Sativa hooks the leg and makes the cover on Genie as the referee slides in for the count.

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TWO

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THR–

Genie gets her shoulder up before the three count could be made!

JOHNSON: ”It looked like Genie could have broken her neck after that frankensteiner from Sativa but somehow after that vicious assault the Boston Genie was able to get her shoulder up and keep her chances alive in this match.”

VASSA: ”I told you these two ladies hated each other guts and Sativa literally tried to murder Genie with that move. I guess Genie will think twice before ever calling Sativa a cheap Harley Quinn knock off again after that move.”

Sativa gets back up to her feet then grabs a hold of Genie and pulls her back up to a vertical base. Sativa grabs a hold of Genie and tosses her over the top rope and down to the arena floor below. Sativa exits the ring and begins to give chase to Genie who staggers up to her feet on the outside of the ring. Sativa grabs a hold of Genie and pulls her back up to her feet then runs her spine first right into the casket at ringside. Genie arches her back in pain as Sativa opens the lid to the casket. Sativa dumps Genie halfway into the casket and then goes to slam the lid down over her head but Genie fights back with an elbow shot to the ribs of Sativa. Genie hits Sativa with a low dropkick to the knee that sends her stumbling head first into the side of the casket. Sativa uses the casket to pull herself back up to her feet but Genie grabs a hold of the lid and slams it down hard on the hands of Sativa who screams out in pain as the crowd goes wild.

JOHNSON: ”Sativa was in firm control of this match from almost the opening bell but now the casket that she arrived her to the ring in has come into play and swung this match back into the favor of Genie. I think Sativa might have broken more than a couple of her fingers there.”

VASSA: ”I think you can call it desperation on the part of Genie here. After that frankensteiner she was out of it and then Sativa was about to cave her skull in with the lid of that casket. But now she’s back in this match and needs to take advantage of the opportunity created.”

Sativa tries to shake feeling back into her hands as she slides under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Genie slides back into the ring as gets to her feet. Sativa turns around and swings a right hand at Genie but Genie blocks it and gives Sativa a boot to the midsection that doubles her over in pain. Genie takes off towards the ropes as Sativa holds her midsection in pain. Genie rebounds off the ropes then takes Sativa down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. Sativa gets back up to her feet and charges towards Genie but Genie levels her with a big running boot to the face that slams her back down to the canvas hard. Genie turns around and stalks around Sativa as she staggers back up to a vertical base. Genie grabs a hold of Sativa and hoists her high over her shoulders and then violently snaps her down to the canvas with an Alabama Slam. Sativa holds the back of her head in pain but Genie keeps a hold of Sativa’s legs. The crowd stands on their feet as Genie begins to roll Sativa and locks in Boston Strong right in the center of the ring. The referee drops down and asks Sativa if she wants to give it up but Sativa shakes her head and screams no. Genie leans back on the hold applying more pressure but Sativa begins to crawl her way over towards the ropes. Just when it looks like Sativa may reach the bottom rope. Genie leans up and drags Sativa back to the center of the ring and applies more pressure to the submission hold. The referee once again ask Sativa if she wants to quit but much like before Sativa shakes her head no and begins her long journey towards the ropes. Slowly but surely Sativa crawls until finally she makes it towards the ropes to force Genie to break the hold.

JOHNSON: ”Sativa finally makes it to the bottom rope after being locked in Boston Strong for what seemed like forever. Any longer and I think that she wouldn’t have had a choice but to tap out but this match isn’t over ladies and gentlemen.”

VASSA: ”That move might not have gotten Genie the win but the damage was certainly done to the small of Sativa’s back. If I was Genie I would continue to ground and pound Sativa and then slap that Boston Strong submission hold right back on her.”

Genie keeps a hold of the submission move as the referee begins his five count. Genie lets go of the Boston Crab before five as Sativa holds her back in pain on the canvas. Genie taunts the crowd then in the ultimate sign of disrespect steps on top of Sativa as she makes her way over towards the corner. Genie steps through the ropes and then begins to climb the turnbuckle. Genie takes her time seeing as coming off the top rope isn’t exactly something she does often which gives Sativa time to get back up to her feet. Sativa makes her way over to the corner then hits Genie with a shot to the midsection that knocks the wind out of her. Sativa backs up then runs up the turnbuckle pads and hits Genie with a big European uppercut that rocks her backwards. Sativa climbs the turnbuckle then grabs a hold of Genie as the crowds stands on their feet. Sativa lets out a scream as she muscles Genie up and over slamming her down to the canvas with a superplex off the top rope. Both ladies hit the canvas hard and Sativa screams out in pain again holding her lower back. With both ladies on the canvas the referee has no choice but to begin a ten count on both wrestlers.

JOHNSON: ”And just when you thought Genie was in firm control of this match Sativa comes back with a superplex off the top rope and now both ladies are down and out. You have to imagine that the first lady that can get back up to her feet first with have a distinct advantage.”

VASSA: ”Yeah but that move hurt Sativa just as much if not more than it did Genie because of that Boston Strong move. She might have been better off letting Genie coming off the top and let her miss whatever move that she was planning on doing.”

By the count of seven both Sativa and Genie begins to move and make their way up to their feet. Genie is the first but up to her feet and charges as Sativa with a clothesline but Sativa ducks under it. As Genie turns around Sativa gives her a boot to the midsection then hits her with a DDT down to the canvas. Genie staggers back up to her feet slowly but Sativa grabs a hold of her. Sativa lifts Genie high into the air and hits her with a scoop slam down to the canvas. Sativa turns around and makes her way over towards the corner. Sativa begins to climb the turnbuckle as Genie remains on the canvas. Sativa perches herself on the top rope then leaps off and connects with a moonsault down across Genie on the canvas. Sativa gets back up to her feet then stalks around Genie as she staggers back up to a vertical base. Sativa grabs a hold of Genie and goes for Nighty Night but Genie counters with a couple elbow shots to the side of the head that causes Sativa to stagger. Before Genie can capitalize Sativa backflips and levels Genie with Nerf This! Genie staggers a bit but Sativa grabs her and bring her down to the canvas with Got Em! Sativa hooks the leg and makes the cover on Genie as the referee slides in for the count.

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Genie gets her foot on the bottom rope before the three count could be made!

JOHNSON: ”Holy Christ that was close! I thought Sativa had this match and punched her ticket to the Warzone of Horrors match later on tonight. However Genie had enough ring awareness to get her foot on the bottom rope a split second before the referee’s hand hit the canvas a third time!”

VASSA: ”The look on Sativa’s face says it all. She just hit Genie with everything but the kitchen sink and somehow it still wasn’t enough to put her away. I was just kidding earlier when I talked about these two ladies killing one another but it just might happen here tonight at this rate.”

Sativa pulls herself back up to her feet frustrated but grabs a hold of Genie by the hair and pulls her back up to her feet. Genie rakes Sativa across the eyes causing her to stagger. Genie grabs a hold of Sativa and hits her with a jawbreaker that sends her crashing down to the canvas hard. Genie gets back up to her feet and stalks around Sativa as she slowly pulls herself back up to a vertical base. Genie grabs a hold of Sativa and hoist her up onto her shoulders going for The Boston Genie but Sativa fights it. As Genie turns around the referee gets hit with a boot to the face from Sativa and goes down hard. Sativa pulls herself out of the hold landing on her feet behind Genie. Sativa spins Genie around and then plants her with Nighty Night down to the canvas. Sativa grips in the Koji Clutch and almost immediately Genie begins tapping out.

JOHNSON: ”Sativa has Nighty Night locked in and Genie is tapping out! However the referee is down and doesn’t see it!”

VASSA: ”It looks like we have company too!”

The crowd cheers wildly as Johnny Evil comes from out of the audience and hops over the barricade. Sativa lets go of the hold as Evil slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Sativa goes on the attack before Evil can get up to his feet hitting him with clubbing blows to the back of the head. Sativa pulls Evil to his feet and whips him into the ropes but Evil reverses the whip and sends Sativa into the ropes. As Sativa rebounds off the ropes Evil launches her up into the air and levels her with The Fall From Shangri’ La down to the canvas hard. Evil rolls out of the ring and escape through the crowd as Genie staggers her way back up to her feet. Genie grabs a hold of Sativa and pulls her back up to her feet. Genie lifts Sativa up to her shoulders and levels her with The Boston Genie down to the canvas hard. Genie hooks the leg and makes the cover on Sativa as the referee crawls over to make the count.

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…GENEVIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”

JOHNSON: ”What a match ladies and gentlemen. Sativa had this match won in the center of the ring with Nighty Night but it was interference from Johnny Evil that allowed Genie the opportunity that she needed to put Sativa away with The Boston Genie and now she’s advanced to the Warzone of Horrors match.”

VASSA: ”You have to feel for Sativa here. She gave Genie everything she can handle and then some here tonight but it just goes to show you. You don’t fuck with another man’s family and you don’t rat him out to the FBI and not expect to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll see if Johnny Evil later tonight can punch his own ticket to the Warzone of Horrors match by defeating Jason P. Davidson to capture the 4CW XTV Championship belt. We’ll be right back to ringside here for more action in just a few moments.”



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
ADRIAN TANNER JR. VS. BRYAN LAUGHLIN

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

The synth-pop chiptune opening of The Protomen’s “Due Vendetta” begins to play as a variant of the Mega Man 2 Character Select screen appears on the video screen, showing 8 of the possible participants in the Warzone. A cursor lights up each participant as the guitars kick in and Raul Panter’s robotic-sounding voice echoes out through the PA system, spinning faster and faster through each different verse.

“Cut, Guts, Fire, Wood

Air, Quick, Bubble, Metal

Crash, Flash, Heat, Bomb

Ice, Fire, Wily, Rock

Cutman, Gutsman, Fireman, Wily

Iceman, Bombman, Elecman, ROCKMAN

Airman, Quickman, Woodman, Bubbleman

Crashman, Flashman, Heatman, Metalman

Though the voice continues, the cursor stops at ‘Crashman’, stopping on the image of Bryan Laughlin. The camera pans out and we see the stage is set up like a real-life version of the Crashman stage from Mega Man 2, with a large silhoutte screen in the middle of the entrance ramp. A strobe light blares at the entrance showing a figure behind the screen.

“Cutman, Gutsman, Fireman, Iceman

Sniper Joe, Rush Jet, Dr. Light, MEGAMAN!”

At the last word an explosion of pyro rocks the ‘level’ and the screen drops- revealing Adrian Tanner Junior, dressed in his usual wrestling tights and boots with a blue color scheme, blue skin-tight shirt (think Rollins/Reigns shirt things they wear while wrestling), a blue amateur wrestling headpiece made to look like a helmet, and blue elbow pads, with a strange blue gun-like contraption on his left arm. Mike Powers does his best Reggie Fils-Aimé impression.

POWERS: ”Introducing next- from the Year 20AA, built for one, well, two purposes! To bring destruction to all the evil Assholes plaguing the world, and to help bring Just the Tip to Perry Wallace’s nightmares- HE IS THE SUPAH FIGHTING ASSASSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

MEEEEEEEGGGGAAAAAAA-TAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!”

As Powers calls out his name, ‘Mega-Tan’ cocks the weird device on his fist into the air and fire, setting off a smaller explosion of pyro from the hand cannon. He power walks down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on the way down, before sliding into the ring. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle, aiming the cannon again up into the sky above the crowd and fires a second time, another smaller explosion of pyro shooting out from the gun as the crowd cheers. Then he drops down off the ropes with a grin, taking the hand cannon off and settling into his pre-match warmup.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain and Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly. His trademark “LAUGH-LIN” Run DMC Style shirt on he nods his head to the music and acknowledges the fans before extending his right hand out to his side as his valet, Sadie walks with swaying hips and locks hands with Bryan. They exchange a brief glance towards each other before continuing down the ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from accompanied by Sadie Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, This IS, BRYAN LAUGHLIN!!!”

Approaching the ring he turns to Sadie, who grabs his face with her hands making sure to dig her nails into his cheeks before he turns and slides in and gets to his knees throwing his head back and his arms out allowing the fans to acknowledge him back. He quickly hops to his feet mouthing the lyrics.

“Judge me for what I am

The passage of death

You don’t play, you don’t win

You change nothing

You gain nothing

Everybody’s out from here on in”

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

VASSA: ”Cleveland, Ohio. City of Champions. LeBron James. The Cleveland Indians… and now maybe Bryan Laughlin in a few months.”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah, or maybe he’ll end up like the Cleveland Browns and get his rectum abused by anyone and everyone who wants it.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The action starts off quickly between Laughlin and Tanner with both moving quickly to the center of the ring and exchanging stiff rights. Laughlin gets the advantage by firing two rapid for jabs, stumbling Tanner for a brief second and allowing him the space he needs to grab onto tanners arm and whip him into the ropes. On the rebound Tanner ducks under a clothesline, bounces off the far ropes, and comes back with a lariat that Laughlin ducks under, spinning and hooking the arm of Tanner and taking him down to the mat with an arm drag. Tanner is quick to get back to his feet and comes at Laughlin once more, who takes him down with a second arm drag. Rinse and repeat, a third time Tanner gets back to his feet and a third time Bryan takes him down with an arm drag, holding onto the arm this time and wrenching it to bring the pace to a stand still.

Methodically, Tanner works himself into a better position and uses what leverage he has to wiggle free of Laughlins hold, spinning back to his feet as Bryan stands back up as well. Quick to act, Tanner charges Laughlin again and is met with a jumping double knee that drops him to the mat. With Tanner on his back, Laughlin bounces off the ropes and drops a knee right to the rib cage of his opponent before standing and dropping a second knee to the same vulnerable spot on the ribs. Standing once more, Laughlin strikes a third time with an elbow across the abdomen and a quick cover which draws a one count from the referee before Tanner kicked out.

Repositioning himself, Laughlin uses his forearm to push Tanners head down while he lifts he leg and delivers knee after knee to the ribs, his focused attack becoming evident once again. With Tanner subdued for the moment, Laughlin stands and smirks, feeling quite content with the pace of the match and his ability to control the action to that point. A bit sarcastically he kicks Tanner in the side causing him to roll from his back over onto his stomach. Unfortunately that happened to be exactly what Bryan was hoping for and he is quick to tie Tanner up in knots in a Mexican surfboard stretch.

VASSA: ”I think Laughlin showed up tonight, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”Sure looks like it. Tanner needs to turn things around quickly or it’s going to get ugly, and fast.”

As if on cue, Tanner finds a way to break free of the painful hold and scoots out of the ring to catch his breath for a brief moment. Laughlin follows closely after but Tanner slides back into the ring just as Laughlin is rolling himself out of it. Annoyed, Laughlin rolls himself back in only to be met by a stiff boot to the back from Adrian Tanner, who was still half trying to shake off the effects of the early match onslaught from Bryan Laughlin. Tanner then grabs Laughlin by the hair and drags him up, slapping him across the chest with a knife edge chop that draws a hefty amount of WOOOO’s from the crowd. Laughlin grabs his chest in pain and stumbles away only to have Tanner catch him and chop him again and again repeatedly until he shoves him into the nearby corner and climbs to the middle rope.

As he stands with both legs straddling the chest of Bryan Laughlin, one can help but wonder if Laughlin was having flashbacks to the previous evening with his newfound BDSM toy. That thought couldn’t have stayed in his mind for long as Tanner kissed his fist and began pummeling Laughlin in the face as the crowd counted along to ten when the referee forced Tanner to get down and allow some separation between the two of them. Stunned, Laughlin stumbles out of the corner and Tanner allows him no opportunity to recover, landing a flawless single knee facebreaker that stands Laughlin upright as straight as an arrow. Immediately Tanner wraps his arm around Laughlin and tosses him over his head and into the corner with an exploder suplex. Laughlins body smashes into the turnbuckle padding and he collapses awkwardly to the mat, his upper body laying against the bottom turnbuckle, lifeless.

Relentless, Tanner backs up to the opposite corner and raises his fist in the air, getting a rowdy cheer from the crowd as they anticipate something big that is about to happen. A moment later Tanner darted out of the corner and dashed across the ring, leaping and pulling his feet up, slamming them into the chest of Bryan Laughlin. On impact Bryan is smashed between Tanners feet and the corner causing him to cry out in pain and eventually fall over on his side and roll towards the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Tanner has moved to the ring apron and ascended the turnbuckle to the top rope where he has steadied himself. As he leaps, Laughlin smartly rolls himself out of the ring and out of harms way, but Tanner smoothly lands on his feet which the crowd appreciates greatly.

VASSA: ”What a match.”

JOHNSON: ”AHHHHHH BRYAN LOOKOUT!.”

In the blink of an eye Tanner had sprinted across the ring and lept over the top rope, soaring through the air in a swanton dive intended for Bryan Laughlin but that only connected with the barrier outside the ring. In the knick of time Laughlin had taken half a step back and allowed Tanners body to crash violently into the barrier. Heaving a deep sigh of relief, Laughlin slouches against the barrier next to Tanners seemingly dead body to catch his breath and regain his bearings. Inside the ring the referee shouts to both of them to get back in the ring. Nodding his head, Laughlin pushes himself up and drags Tanner to his feet. Instead of rolling him back into the ring, however, Laughlin sends him shoulder first into the steel ring steps that were nearby. Those in the front row cringe at the loud clang of flesh against steel.

Laughlin moves from the floor up to the ring apron and waits patiently as Tanner rolls around outside the ring holding his shoulder in agony before finally begin to get back up. As soon as Tanner was back on his feet, Laughlin moved along the apron quickly and lept off, his right foot landing flush with the right ribs of Adrian Tanner Jr, the same ribs he had been dilligently working on earlier in the evening. Instantly, Laughlin knelt and grabbed a handful of tanners hair, pulling him up and rolling him back into the ring.

Taking his time, Laughlin once more pulled himself up onto the ring apron. This time he took a deep breath and climbed to the top rope, steadying himself as Tanner slowly pulled himself towards the middle of the ring. Slashing across his throat with his thumb, Laughlin smirked before leaping into the air, his body floating through the air in slow motion. Camera bulbs flashed, fans held their breath and for one second everything hung in the balance. A place in the Warzone of Horrors awaited the victor and Laughlin had taken the kind of bold chance that would guarantee qualification for the main event matchup.

VASSA: ”LOOK AT HIM SOAR!”

JOHNSON: ”1945!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”

Much like Laughlin had managed to do moments earlier in the match, Tanner rolled out of the way of the maneuver and Laughlins body slapped off the mat with a thud. Without another thought, Tanner rolled Laughlin over and hooked the leg. As the referee slid in and raised his arm to begin to count the pinfall, Tanner nodded his head excitedly, being completely certain that he had the match in the bag.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: ”HOW DID LAUGHLIN JUST KICKOUT?!”

The look of pure shock on Tanners face could not be understated. In frustration he slapped the mat with his hands and looked at the referee imploringly, begging him to count the pinfall just a bit faster the next time. Rolling to his hands and knees and then up to a standing position, Tanner pulls Laughlin up and gets underhooks in. Panicked, Laughlin manages to wiggle free and shove Tanner away from him. Tanner comes back and attempts a Lariat which Laughlin dodges, wrapping himself around behind Tanner and locking in a full nelson, suplexing Tanner violently and following up immediately with a cover.

JOHNSON: ”DUMP’D! Laughlin with the cover.. ONE… TWO… NO!!!”

Tanner kicked out at the last second. Happily the crowd begins to chant that the match the two were putting on was awesome. Laughlin, ignoring the fans, fights back to his feet and pulls Tanner up, lifting him up into a fireman’s carry position. He lifts Tanner into the air and tries to spin him but, once again showing off his agility, instead of coming down onto two knees he lands on his feet. Laughlin scrambles but Tanner catches him quickly and falls backwards, pulling Laughlin down face first into the mat. Laughlins face smacks off the mat and Tanner rolls him over onto his back, hooking the leg.

VASSA: ”REVOLVER”

JOHNSON: ”TANNERS GOING TO THE WARZONE!”

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

In sheer ecstasy the crowd erupts as Tanner, still draped over Laughlins body, heaves a huges sigh of relief. The referee moves and holds his hand in the air as the victor just as he rolls off of Laughlin to a seated position. The look on his face says it all. He’s made it. No one could question whether or not he belonged anymore. He had just beaten Bryan Laughlin, veteran and mainstay of Four Corners Wrestling, for a chance to win the 4CW Championship Contract.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… and NEXT ENTRANT INTO THE WARZONE HOUSE OF HORRORS… ADRIAANNNNN TANNNNNNEEERRRRRRR JUNIOORRRRRRRR!!!!!!!”

VASSA: ”Take that pundits. Adrian Tanner Junior has a chance to walk out with a title or a contract before the night is over..”

JOHNSON: ”That right there is why the battles are fought in the ring and not on paper or in the mind of some wrestling analyst. What a match. What a night. And there’s still so much more to come.”

VASSA: ”That’s right, we’ve still got JPD and Tanners tag team partner, Johnny Evil. As well as Elijah Carlson and Keith Daniels in the final qualifier of the evening.”

JOHNSON: ”After all that, the night only gets better. Stay tuned, folks, this is going to be one hell of a ride the rest of this evening.”



There’s the scratch of a needle being pulled across a record as the lights in the arena go to black. There’s a spark of color before finally reducing to nothingness. The fans erupt in confusion as to whether or not this is like that Superbowl where Ray Lewis may or may have not been stabbing people while the power was out. You know, the one where the real asshole Harbaugh took on the even bigger asshole Harbaugh and it was so fucking lame that not even the commercials made it worth tuning in?

Yeah, that. Power outage.

Fuck it, the fans start to change “Big Ben” like the dude has time to wheel his broken ass down to Louisiana to do anything other than make fun of Drew Brees and what use to be a solid Saints team. They all suck now and you probably suck for sucking them off despite the fact that both black and gold/mustard yellow teams are already done for the season.

Yep, I said it. Done.

Way off point here. Point is, we love the teams, we love the fans, and suddenly you can hear the sound of someone clearing their throat.

VOICE: ”Ok, let’s be realistic here. I had more planned for you and it was cut short. I should have been ahead of the game and right there in the mix, but it didn’t happen. Now Jason’s going to piss on the crowd and I suppose it makes it easier to accept that I won’t be there. Seems like the more Four Corners Wrestling evolves, the further it disintegrates. Life is like that though, right? Each step forward is followed by one backwards and we’re caught in a kind of hibernation that doesn’t allow us to become better than what we were before. You, with your likely high school level mind, probably figure that this is a legitimate argument for why you’ve become an ass eating, piss drinking, dildo thumping, waste of space. That’s fine. Here’s the thing, nobody cares. You think what you’re doing tonight is important? Do you think it’s really important? It isn’t. Play Skyrim and pretend that your one on one and rather sad relationship with the IP grants you some depth beyond Cartman shitting all over his mother in that one episode of South Park. You remember it. Nobody cares.”

There’s another flash of light and this time, the glow holds for a moment.

VOICE: ”Four Corners Wrestling probably isn’t worth the powder it’d take to blow it to hell. Let’s be realistic here–there’s more depth to the forgettable slash time wasting conversations on twitter than there is to a minute worth of footage at any of these shows. Everything is a parody of a parody of a parody. People have run out of ideas. The only one seemingly still in the ‘know’ is that one chick who thinks bringing up details from your five years old life in some other promotion means something. Nobody cares. All that chick is doing is wasting her time looking up old promos that nobody probably watched to begin with. She’s a time waster and so is this promotion. It’s as meaningful as those little two to three minute scenes Marvel stuffs in after the credits roll on yet another disastrous super hero film. Nobody cares. I mean, fuck it, look the shit up on You Tube afterwards. Why sit there and figure out who was the third assistant to the Boom mic operator? Fuck it, I’m going to say her name… Marquis the Time Waster spends all this time looking up what her opponents were up to back in twenty-ten and for what? She’s sucking up valuable oxygen so she can become Jason Cashe’s fuck puppet and think she’s relevant? Come on now. Cashe’s cock has entered nor exited anything of worth. She’s wasting time, just like the fans of Four Corners Wrestling, and ultimately nobody cares.”

Another flash.

VOICE: ”Just like nobody cares whether or not Eli and Genevie are going to get back together again. There, I said it. You’ve all created mindless drama without direction and have turned into a massive conglomerate of filthy flesh with one goal of simultaneous masturbation. It’s so sticky. Nobody cares. Then there’s Perry Wallace looking down at all of it. He sees a mass of children begging him to be their father because they think it’s catchy. At the same time, nobody fucking cares. They’re doing it to get on his good side, if there was one, hoping that maybe they’ll see their names up in lights. Hoping that they’ll hold the Championships long since rendered meaningless by undefeatable Madisons and Marquis pissing on over-inflated barbie dolls. Four Corners Wrestling is completely meaningless. It’s a parody of a parody of a parody. It’s that sequel of a sequel you wish was never filmed. It’s a head scratcher. Nobody cares. Soon, Four Corners Wrestling’s going to become even more meaningless. Why? Nobody’s about to step the fuck up.”

The lights return to normal.



UNDERCARD
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
WARZONE QUALIFIER
NO HOLDS BARRED

JOHNNY EVIL VS. JASON P. DAVIDSON ©

JOHNSON: ”Welcome back to ringside ladies and gentleman and next up with have yet another qualifying match for the Warzone of Horrors match but this match is also a no holds barred match where the 4CW XTV Championship belt will be on the line here.”

VASSA: ”The winner of match could walk away not only the brand new 4CW XTV Champion but also come to the top of that cage and grab a contract for a guaranteed shot at the 4CW Championship belt coming at Winter Wasteland against whoever the Champion may be at the time.”

JOHNSON: ”For the current 4CW XTV Champion the road to glory here tonight is the toughest that someone’s ever faced. Not only does he have to defend the 4CW XTV Championship belt here against a very worthy challenger but he’ll have to win just to get a chance to defend it once against seven other opponents who will all be going after that contract also.”

VASSA: ”And for the challenger Johnny Evil you have no pressure whatsoever because you’re gambling with house money. You’re walking into this match as the clear underdog but one win here tonight and you get to walk away the brand new XTV Champion. And then you get a chance to transition that into becoming the #1 contender to the 4CW Championship belt at Winter Wasteland.”

JOHNSON: ”Jason P. Davidson has never once before had his shoulders pinned down to the canvas as a member of the 4CW roster but I’m going to go out and limb and say that streak comes to an end tonight and we crown a new XTV Champion!”

VASSA: ”That’s quite the bold prediction but this war between these two men has been brewing for a long time now. We’re about to see it for the first time one on one in the middle of the ring and personally I can’t wait!”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s not wait any longer so we’re tossing down to Mike Powers who is ready to make the introduction for the XTV Championship match.

Johnson and Vassa both smile at each other and fist bump at the announcer’s table.

POWERS: ”The following is a qualifying match for the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight and it’s a no holds barred match for the XTV Championship!”

The lights in the arena go completely black as the sound of the opening guitar riffs of “Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play. A single spotlight shines on the stage.

POWERS: “From Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-two pounds.. standing at six foot three inches tall…”

Smoke fills the stage as a medieval throne rises to the center of the stage. Seated on the throne is Jason P. Davidson in a fur cape and crown upon his head. The 4CW Tag Team Championship proudly displayed on his lap and the 4CW XTV Championship over his shoulder shining in the spotlight. A loud chorus of boo’s is heard before the lights in the arena go completely black again.

“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head

Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid

Children roam the streets, now orphans of war

Bodies hanging in the streets to adore”

The lights in the arena come back on and flames explode from either side of the stage as Jason rises from the throne with a mighty roar. He tosses off the cape and locks his eyes down towards the ring as he makes his way down the ramp with the 4CW XTV Championship slung over his right shoulder.

“Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,

Bringing daylight to the night

Death is riding into town with armor,

They’ve come to take all your rights”

POWERS: “He is the Conqueror… Wrestling’s one true Royalty… the King of Everything… And one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions! He is the REIGNING… DEFENDING… UNDISPUTED 4CW XTV CHAMPION! Here is JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”

Jason makes his way up the steel ring steps and along the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises both the 4CW Tag Team and XTV Championships high into the air as flashbulbs go off all over the arena.

“Hail to the king, hail to the one

Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun

Hail to the king

Hail!

Hail!

Hail!

The King…”

Jason hops down into the ring before walking to the center pushing Powers out of the way as he places the 4CW XTV Championship back over his right shoulder and the 4CW Tag Team Championship over his left shoulder. He raises his arms into the air letting out another mighty roar as the referee comes over and removes the crown from the top of his head.

JOHNSON: ”This has big fight feel written all over it and if there is one man. One Superman that can defy the odds and not only retain the 4CW XTV Championship belt and walk out of the Warzone of Horrors match with that contract in hand? Well Jason P. Davidson certainly believes he’s that man.”

VASSA: ”Time and time again Jason P. Davidson has proven the odds mean nothing to him. He walked right into the Xtreme Roulette at Ante Up as left as the XTV Champion. He walked into Bad Company II with his wife Tara and walked out still the 4CW World Tag Team Champions. But this? This will be fucking unreal if he manages to pull this off here tonight.”

POWERS: “And his opponent…”

The lights go out and begin flickering around the arena while Jason P. Davidson is waiting in the ring. It isn’t long before “Square Hammer” by Ghost begins to play. The arena goes into a frenzy awaiting Johnny Evil to step out onto the entrance ramp. Smoke starts filling the stage and ringside area and before you know it, one by one and a gang of people dressed in various sinister clown costumes come piling out of the entry way onto the stage.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan… weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds… JOHHHHNNNNNNNNYYYY EVVVVVVIIIILLLL!!”

The massive flood of clowns begin making their way down their ramp as Jason P. Davidson looks on in confusion. As they get closer, his confusion slowly turns to a panic and alerted state. The smoke lifts and continues to get thicker while the lights continue to flicker, making it hard to distinguish everything.

JOHNSON: ”This is a but creepy, but this is Fright Night, folks!”

VASSA: ”Yea, but it’s fucking clowns, Steve! You heard about them clowns, do you think they’re coming to touch Jason P. Davidson in naughty places?!”

It isn’t long before the swarm of clowns surround the ring. This causes JPD to frantically pace around trying to look in every direction to stay focused. A couple of clowns look like they’re getting ready to climb on the apron causing JPD to lunge forward, but from behind him another clown hops up onto the ring apron and springboards on the top rope coming off and connecting a springboard meteora knee to the back of his head, knocking him to the mat and causing the bell to ring. As the lights return to their original state, the attacking clown pulls off the mask revealing to be Johnny Evil as he begins talking shit and slandering Jason P Davidson, before lifting him up and Irish whipping him into the turnbuckle.

DING!!! DING!!!

JPD hits the turnbuckle hard as Evil charges in hot and runs through JPD with a running clothesline in the corner that rocks him against the turnbuckle. Evil climbs the turnbuckle over JPD and then holds his fist high into the air proudly causing the crowd to cheer. Evil begins raining down right hands to the forehead of JPD as the crowd counts along with each shot. After 15 shots JPD slumps down to the canvas as Evil climbs down off of the turnbuckle. Evil takes the clown mask and holds it high into the air as the crowd once again cheer. JPD uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet but Evil puts the clown mask on his head backwards to that he can’t see. JPD swings wild right and left hands that hit absolutely nothing as Evil begins to dance around JPD and tag him with stinging jabs to the face. Evil winds up his right hand going for a big haymaker but instead levels JPD with a superkick to the face that sends him over the top rope and down to the arena floor below.

JOHNSON: ”The element of surprise has paid off big time here for Johnny Evil in the opening moments of this no holds barred XTV Championship match and he has the Champion reeling here. This could be a career defining win for Johnny Evil!”

VASSA: ”It has without a doubt but if I’m Johnny Evil and I have like ten different guys dressed as clowns surrounding the ring I’m having every single one of them attack JPD in the center of the ring. It’s no holds barred and he couldn’t have gotten disqualified for doing it!”

One the outside of the ring JPD pulls off the clown mask and throws it away as he crawls around the ringside area. Inside of the ring Johnny Evil gets a head of steam and races towards the ropes. Evil leaps through the ropes and goes for a suicide dive but JPD moves out of the way causing Evil to crash and burn into the steel barricade. JPD gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Evil and pulls him back up to a vertical base. JPD lifts Evil up into the air and then drops him down crotch first along the steel barricade. Evil screams in pain as JPD walks to the edge of the ringside area and climbs up onto the steel barricade. JPD gets a running start along the barricade towards Evil but Evil saw him coming and popped up to his feet on the barricade. Evil launches JPD up into the air and then levels him with The Fall From Shangri’ La off the steel barricade and down to the arena floor.

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD! EVIL JUST NAILED JPD WITH THE FALL FROM SHANGRI’ LA OFF THE STEEL BARRICADE! HE JUST BROKE HIM IN HALF! THIS ONE IS OVER! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A NEW XTV CHAMPION!!!”

VASSA: ”BUT HE’S ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! THAT MOVE HURT EVIL JUST AS MUCH AS JPD BUT HE’S GOT TO GET HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING TO PIN HIM.”

The crowd goes absolutely ape shit over the unbelievable move. Both JPD and Evil are barely moving on the arena floor as the referee has no idea what he’s supposed to do. JPD seems like he’s out cold as Evil finally begins to move around. Evil pulls himself back up to his feet then grabs the limp JPD and rolls back back into the ring. Evil slides back into the ring under the bottom rope then stalks around JPD as he struggles to regain a vertical base. Evil gives JPD a boot to the midsection then plants him with the Johnny Driver in the center of the ring. Evil hops up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Johnny perches himself on the top rope then leaps off and connects with the Stuntman Front Flip down onto JPD. Evil hooks the leg and makes the cover on JPD as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JPD gets his shoulder off the canvas just a split second before the three count can be made!

JOHNSON: ”How in the world did JPD kick out that? Was it instinct? Was it sheer determination?! I have no idea but somehow this match isn’t over yet. I think Johnny Evil is just as surprised as anyone else here tonight about that!”

VASSA: ”I’m surprised JPD’s back isn’t broken after a move like but then taking the Johnny Driver and the Stuntman Front Flip? I’m telling you anyone else you could have counted to a hundred but that’s how much getting into the Warzone of Horrors match means for both of these men.”

Evil gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes to exit the ring. Evil reaches under the ring and then begins pulling out various weapons like a steel chair, kendo stick, and other various items and slides them into the ring. Evil slides back into the ring and grabs a hold of the steel chair as he gets back up to his feet. Evil raises the steel chair high into the air as JPD crawls around on his hands and knees. But before Evil can strike JPD lunges upward with a low blow that doubles Evil over and causes him to drop the steel chair. JPD pull himself back up to his feet then places the top of the chair right under Johnny Evil’s chin. JPD grabs a hold of Evil by the head and then takes him down to the canvas with a stunner jamming the top of the steel chair right into Evil’s jaw. Evil rolls around the canvas holding his mouth and spitting up blood on the canvas as JPD lies on his back trying to catch his second wind.

JOHNSON: ”What a vile desperation move by Jason P. Davidson. That move might have shattered or dislocated Johnny Evil’s jaw with that move. But it’s brought him the precious time he needs to recover from that earlier onslaught of offense by the challenger.”

VASSA: ”You could just kind of feel that XTV Championship and the chance to wrestle in the Warzone of Horrors match slipping away from Jason P. Davidson here in this match. Johnny Evil came out here with both guns blazing but after that move I think he’s lost about three teeth.”

JPD gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of the steel chair and sets it up in the center of the ring. JPD grabs a hold of Evil then pulls back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Evil rebounds off the ropes JPD catches Evil and plants him with a spinning spinebuster down across the seat of that steel chair on his way down to the canvas. Evil howls in pain holding his back as the steel chair is bent and twisted beyond repair. Evil rolls across the canvas and under the bottom rope as JPD pulls himself back up to his feet. JPD steps through the ropes then grabs a hold of Evil on the ring apron and pulls him back up to a vertical base. JPD lifts Evil high into the air then drops down off the ring apron and plants Evil with a brainbuster down onto the ring apron. Evil’s body goes limp as JPD slides him back into the ring. JPD grabs a couple of more steel chairs and then slides them under the bottom rope and into the ring. JPD slides back into the ring then begins stacking the steel chairs in a pile near the corner. JPD turns then grabs a hold of Evil and pulls him back up to his feet. JPD lifts Evil up to his shoulder then makes his way over towards the corner. Slowly but surely JPD begins to climb up the turnbuckle with Evil over his shoulders. JPD makes it to the middle turnbuckle then leaps off and hits Evil with a modified Twisted Reality down onto the pile of steel chair. JPD hooks the leg and makes the cover on Evil as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Evil kicks out before the three count can be made!

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think you can even consider this to be wrestling anymore. These two men are simply trying to end the other’s career here tonight in this match. I don’t think I need to say this but I will anyway. Ladies and gentlemen please don’t try any of this at home!”

VASSA: ”Well if this is a game of seeing who can end whose career first my money on Johnny Evil since he literally helped in the life of Maddox Lucien in a 4CW ring. However if Jason P. Davidson hits another move like that it’ll be Evil leaving here tonight in a body bag.”

JPD gets up to his feet then rolls Evil onto the pile of steel chairs. JPD steps through the ropes then begins to climb the turnbuckle. JPD perches himself on the top rope then leaps off going for the Awakening but Evil rolls out of the way causing JPD to crash and burn down onto the pile of steel chairs on the canvas. JPD gets up to his feet holding his midsection in pain but Evil gives him a boot to the midsection and whips him into the ropes. JPD reverses the whip and sends Evil into the ropes. Evil rebounds off the ropes then leaps into the air and hits JPD with a sling blade that sends him crashing down to the canvas hard. Evil gets back up to his feet then stalks around JPD as he staggers back up to his feet. Evil gives JPD a boot to the midsection then hits him with a blue thunder bomb down to the canvas hard. Evil gets back up to his feet then yells for JPD to get back up to a vertical base. As JPD staggers back up to his feet Evil grabs a hold of him and plants him with eat de’feet down to the canvas hard. Evil gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: ”Jason P. Davidson went to put this one away with the Awakening but found no water left in the pool. That gave Evil the chance he needed to go back on the offensive in this match and now he’s the one heading back to the top rope.

VASSA: ”I feel like with the amount of punishment these two men have dished out tonight the first person to hit another big move will be the one that walks…and I use that term loosely…out of this match as the 4CW XTV Champion.”

Evil perches himself on the top rope then leaps off but JPD gets to his feet quickly with a steel chair in hand. JPD throws the steel chair in desperation hitting Evil with it in mid-air and knocking him down to the canvas hard. JPD grabs a hold of Evil then pulls him back up to a vertical base. JPD lifts Evil into the air going for a German suplex but Evil lands on his feet behind JPD. As JPD turns around Evil flips backwards and nails him with a pele kick that causes him to stagger. JPD regains his balances then charges Evil but Evil catches him and plants him with a tilt to whirl backbreaker down to the canvas. Evil gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and stands on the ring apron waiting for JPD to get back up to his feet. As JPD regains a vertical base Evil springboards to the top rope then leaps off and spikes JPD down to the canvas with a jumping DDT. Johnny gets back up to his feet and paces around the ring holding his arm into the air. In the ultimate sign of disrespect Johnny does the Superman pose in the corner as he waits for JPD to get back up to his feet. As JPD gets back up Evil charges then leaps into the air and plants JPD with a Superman Punch. JPD hits the canvas hard but Evil grabs a hold of him and pulls him over towards the corner. Evil climbs to the middle rope then lifts JPD high into the air before connecting with Lobotomy down across the top turnbuckle pad. JPD crumbles down to the canvas but Evil hooks the leg and makes the cover as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

NO! JPD gets his foot on the bottom rope before the three count can be made!

JOHNSON: ”I swear to God someone’s leaving this match with a broken neck. Evil just spiked JPD on the top turnbuckle with the move he calls Lobotomy but at the last possible moment JPD got his foot on the bottom rope saving himself and the XTV Championship!”

VASSA: ”Yeah but this is a no holds barred match! Rope breaks don’t count in a no holds barred match! Johnny Evil should have just won the XTV Championship belt but because the referee is an idiot JPD is still alive here!”

Evil gets up to his feet and argues with the referee over the rope break but that gives JPD the time he needs to pull himself back up to his feet. JPD charges Evil but Evil turns and hits JPD with a second Superman Punch that causes him to stagger. Evil leaps into the air and then takes JPD down to the canvas with Lethal Injection. Thinking quickly Evil grabs a hold of JPD then locks in the Detroit Death Clutch in the center of the ring. JPD has nowhere to go and now that the referee knows there is no rope break there is nothing to save the Champion. The referee drops down and asks JPD but he wants to give it up as Evil pulls back on the hold. Just as it looks like JPD is gonna pass out from the pain the crowd begins to stand on it’s feet and cheer.

JOHNSON: ”Evil has the submission locked in right in the center of the ring and it looks like it’s only a matter of time before we crown a new 4CW XTV Champion!”

VASSA: ”So much so that it looks like one of Evil’s clowns from before has wandered down to the ring ready to celebrate the victory.”

Indeed one of the clowns before wanders its way down to the ringside area and begin to climb the ring apron. The distracts the referee from the fact that looks like JPD has all but passed out from the pain of the submission move. Evil lets go of the submission hold and goes over to the ropes but the clown pulls out of a can of hairspray and a lighter. The clown blows fire right in Evil’s face knocking him down the canvas. Evil rolls around the canvas screaming in pain and trying to grab the clown who hops off the ring apron. The clown takes off it’s mask and reveals itself to be Sativa Nevaeh.

JOHNSON: ”Sativa just blew fire into the face of Johnny Evil as a measure of payback for the fact that Johnny Evil helped Genevie eliminate her from a chance to compete in the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight here at Fright Night!”

VASSA: ”And it’s all perfectly legal in a no holds barred match. Boy I bet Evil is regretting costing Sativa that match against Genie earlier but now JPD needs to get off his ass and capitalize while he still has the chance.

JPD pulls himself back up to his feet not sure of what is going on but grabs a hold of steel chair. JPD leaps over the top rope and uses the steel chair to land a leg drop on the back of Evil’s head as he leans over the middle rope. JPD turns Evil around so that his top half is inside of the ring then slides the steel chair under his face. In one fluid motion JPD leaps to the top rope then leaps off and connects with Bow To The King off the top rope and down onto the steel chair. Evil hits the canvas and blacks out as JPD crawls over and lays an arm over Evil to make the cover as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and STILL 4CW XTV Champion…JASONNNN P. DAVIDSONNNNNNN!!!!!!”

JOHNSON: ”JPD pulls it out by the skin of his teeth thanks to interference from Sativa Nevaeh who just cost Johnny Evil the 4CW XTV Championship and so much more.”

VASSA: ”Did you ever think you’d live to see the day where Sativa Nevaeh helped Jason P. Davidson retain the 4CW XTV Championship belt? My God this feud between Sativa and Johnny Evil is far, far from over.”

JPD gets to his feet and is awarded the XTV Championship belt. Johnny Evil gets back up to his feet holding his head in pain as both men stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Slowly Evil extends his hand as a show of respect to JPD who smiles and accepts. The crowd cheers the sportsmanship until JPD kicks Evil below the belt and levels him with a shot to the head with the XTV Championship belt. JPD spits down onto Evil’s fallen body and holds the XTV Championship belt high into the air as the crowd boo’s loudly.

JOHNSON: ”That was completely unnecessary! Johnny Evil got robbed here tonight and this is the amount of respect that he’s shown?!”

VASSA: ”Johnny Evil was indeed robbed but almost doesn’t count here. All that matters is that the record book will show Jason P. Davidson as the winner of this match and he moves onto the Warzone of Horrors.

JOHNSON: ”We need to send you backstage to clean up this mess at ringside but we’ll be back with more action here at ringside. Stay tuned!”



The camera pans around the backstage here at the Smoothie King Center here in the Big Easy. With Fright Night already giving more than a couple of surprises we see various 4CW wrestlers in different area’s of the arena. Some of them happy they won their matches and have advanced to the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight. Others upset and angry that they missed an opportunity to compete for a guaranteed shot at the 4CW Championship belt. The camera pans around near the gorilla area where the current 4CW XTV Champion Jason P. Davidson can be seen sitting on top of a couple of crates. On one leg lies the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belt. On the other leg lies the 4CW XTV Championship belt.

J.DAVIDSON: ”For days leading up to his event I sat back and watched each and every single one of you flap your cock garages about how you’re in it to win it. How it’s the 4CW Championship contract or bust because none of you want to go home with a consolation prize.”

Jason chuckles a bit as he takes the 4CW XTV Championship belt and raises it over his right shoulder.

J.DAVIDSON: ”Let me tell you knuckle draggers something right here. This title over my shoulder? It’s not a goddamn consolation prize. I’ve busted my ass to make this Championship belt mean something. I busted Sonny Lee’s goddamn knee to make sure this whole XTV division had value once again. I have literally bleed for this goddamn title and you want to call it a consolation prize? I should break each and every single one of your fucking necks and piss down your throats.

Jason rolls his neck around and pops it a bit before he continues.

J.DAVIDSON: ”Tonight I get one last night. Maybe one last run as the XTV Champion when I defend this belt against Johnny Evil. And yes if I win I get a chance to compete in the Warzone of Horrors match for the guaranteed shot at the 4CW Championship belt. But that has nothing to do with why I’m going to fight this match the way I am. It has fuck all do to with the fact that I’m going to come at Johnny Evil hard and I’m going to come at him fast. I’m going to come at him like I’m wrestling the final match of my career and I’m going to leave it all out in the ring and why? Cause this means something.”

Jason raises the XTV Championship belt into the air.

J.DAVIDSON: ”And when I do retain this belt I’m walking into that cage and I’m going to have this right over my shoulder. I’m walking into that cage as YOUR 4CW XTV Championship and then it’s going to be me vs. seven of you. And one by one I’m going to beat a lesson into each and every single one of you so that you know what the XTV division is all about. I’m going to lay hands on each and every single one of you until you open your eyes and respect each and every single person that has come and held this Championship belt before the ink was even wet on your 4CW contracts. And it doesn’t matter which ones of you that it is. Whether it be Mariano with your 8 bit wet dreams about finally conquering something where there isn’t as 45 year old bald guy on the other end of a screen pretending to be your girlfriend.

Jason extends his right hand and begins to count off with his fingers one by one.

J.DAVIDSON: ”It doesn’t matter if it’s Stevens or Zion. I’ve already broken both of their spirits to the point they don’t know how to fucking function in everyday life without my balls in their throats. I’ll bend Lauryn Wolfe over my knee and give her the long overdue spanking she deserves until she really does call me Daddy. And be it Tanner Jr. or Laughlin I’m sure either way we’ll be bored to goddamn death. I’ve got 50 shades of who gives a flying fuck about how neither one of you are winning a goddamn thing.

Jason pauses for a moment and then gather his thoughts.

J.DAVIDSON: ”And that just leaves the three other members of the Royal Family. Cause we know there isn’t a chance in hell that Perry didn’t rig this entire thing to make sure that all four of us advanced to the Warzone of Horrors match. It’ll be an honor to share a ring with you three but at the end of the day when it’s all said and done. I’m going to be the one holding that contract at the end of the night. No amount of whining about a fucking baby or Twitter drama because someone can’t goddamn man up and prevent others from fucking his wife is going to stop me from taking what rightfully belongs to me. Each and every single one of you are more worried about your Days of our Lives bullshit that is your everyday lives more than you are winning matches. Seriously when is the last time any of you won more than two matches in a row? I carried each and every single one of you this far but the piggy back ride ends tonight.

Jason hops down off the crates and places both titles over each of his shoulders.

J.DAVIDSON: ”I mean why should any of you move on to Winter Wasteland and be the person that represents this company? I already got Jair Hopkins shook and I haven’t even won my qualifying match yet. And most importantly? None of you bitches know the true value of a Championship belt anyway.”

Jason pats his hand over his XTV Championship belt and winks to the camera as he heads off to get ready for his match in a few moments.



UNDERCARD
WARZONE QUALIFIER
ELIJAH CARLSON VS. KEITH DANIELS

JOHNSON: ”One final qualifying match here tonight as we find out who the last participant in the Warzone of Horrors match will be and if you thought what you’ve seen already tonight was good then buckle up for this grudge match that has been brewing for weeks.”

VASSA: ”There is one thing to have a natural professional rivalry but then when you put a woman in the mix. Namely the former wife of Elijah Carlson well then you the making of a war that has become very very personal indeed. I have been waiting for weeks for this match to happen.”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s remember here that amongst adultery it was also Keith Daniels that attacked Elijah Carlson on Adrenaline and made it so that both Eli and Genie would not compete in the be tag team elimination match. So be better believe that tonight when these two men lock horns that absolutely nothing will be held back.”

VASSA: ”As everyone knows Eli and Genie are now divorced but that doesn’t mean that this match isn’t all about revenge for Eli here tonight. What better way to get your revenge than to be the reason that Keith Daniels misses the opportunity to compete for a chance to main event Winter Wasteland for a shot at the 4CW Championship?”

JOHNSON: ”I can guarantee you every single person that’s already advanced is sitting backstage somewhere and they are going to be glued to a monitor to see how this one plays out. So enough talking let’s toss it down to Mike Powers who is ready to make the introductions for this next match.

Johnson grabs a hold of the stack of papers in front of him and organizes them neatly as Vassa reaches under the announcers table to grab a hold of an orange pumpkin trick or treat bucket filled with candy.

POWERS: ”The following is a qualifying match for the Warzone of Horrors match later tonight and can only be won by pinfall of submission!”

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

Nickname Eazy E yo’ 8-ball junkie.

Bass drum kickin to show my shit

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

“8-ball” by N.W.A. continues to blare over the speakers as Elijah Carlson emerges from the backstage area painted head to toe in demonic looking body paint. A large mouth and teeth cover most of Eli’s chest as on his head is a headpiece with long dreadlocks that flow down to his waist. Boo’s reign down from the heavens and throughout the arena as the crowd expresses their displeasure with him and his willingness to “sell out” to the King and Queen of 4CW. Halfway down the ramp he reaches out to high five a kid but just as the kid is about to slap his hand back Eli pulls his hand away and laughs right in the child’s face. He struts the rest of the way down the ramp and then rolls himself into the ring, standing up with his arms extended out wide and a smile that said he was his own biggest fan.

”See a big ass and I say word

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

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”Elijah Carlson through all the drama and torment hasn’t forgotten the spirit of Halloween here tonight. The question is will Eli be a demon unleashed here tonight against the man that he feels ruined his marriage to Genevie?”

VASSA: ”God I sure hope they ran Eli through a metal detector before they let him in the building tonight. Not only did Keith Daniels attack him but sleeping with his wife too? I’ve seen people get shot and killed over less than what Daniels as done to Eli.”

POWERS: “And his opponent…”

Suddenly, the arena goes dark.

D1

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

POWERS: Making his way to the ring, now residing in Orlando, FL, he stands six feet ten inches tall and weighs in at three-hundred and forty six pounds… He is ‘The Dangerous One’ Keith Daniels!

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

JOHNSON: ”It’s one thing to attack a man from behind that’s normal in this sport. But to sleep with a man’s wife and now Keith Daniels looks to not only deny Eli the chance to fight tonight for a guaranteed shot at the 4CW Championship he wants to end his career.”

VASSA: ”Keith Daniels hasn’t exactly been living up to Keith Daniels standards since joining 4CW. A lot of people feel that’s because of Shane Clemmens injury but a win tonight? And Daniels proves that he’s still one of the most dangerous man in this sport and a force to be reckoned with later tonight.”

Mike Powers steps through the ropes and exits the ring as the referee checks with both men, When suddenly The lights brighten for the next star about to come out. The big screens come a light as the beginning guitar riffs to “Porn Star Dancing” hit the sound system. There’s a pause before Genevie makes her way out from behind the curtain just as the words of the song begin. She smiles brightly as the crowd boos her appearance and then rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She raised as she shakes her hips and body along to the lyrics of the song, disregarding everyone else. After a few moments she begins making her way to the ring with a sexy strut, the smirk never leaving her face. Genevie waves to Eli inside of the ring then confident stands in Keith Daniels corner on the outside of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Talk about adding insult to injury. Eli’s ex wife Genevie is out here and she’s clearly standing in the corner of Keith Daniels. Was this the plan all along? Did Genie set Eli up for this match tonight to try and screw him out of the chance to compete in the Warzone of Horrors match?!”

VASSA: ”Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and boy I have to say with Genie out here in the corner of Keith Daniels that has to tip the scales in his favor here. Not only does Eli have to deal with a man twice his size here but he’s gotta keep his eyes on his ex wife on the outside of the ring also.”

Eli leans over the top rope and argues with Genie who just claps her hands and cheers on Keith Daniels from ringside. Seeing an opportunity Daniels doesn’t wait for the bell as he charges out of the corner and hits Eli with a clubbing blow to the back of the head.

DING!!! DING!!!

Eli staggers towards the corner as Daniels follows him in and begins to unload a furious assault of punches and kicks to the midsection of Eli. Daniels lowers his shoulder grabbing onto the middle ropes before battering into Eli’s ribs with repeated shoulder blocks in the corner as the referee comes over and begins a five count. By the count of four Daniels moves away from the corner then grabs a hold of Eli and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Eli hits the turnbuckle hard as Daniels turns and gets a running start towards the corner. Daniels leaps into the air and crunches Eli with a big splash in the corner. As Eli staggers away from the corner Daniels lifts Eli high into the air showing off his strength before planting him down to the canvas with a military press slam. This causes Genie cheer wildly and bounce around on the outside of the ring in support of her new man.

JOHNSON: ”It’s clear that Daniels believes that those injured ribs of Eli still aren’t healed and he’s focusing his attack on the midsection for the former Primetime Champion. This of course is music to the ears of Genevie here at ringside as she does her best cheerleader routine.”

VASSA: ”She’s doing her job Johnson. All it took was a small distraction and that gave Daniels the opportunity to attack Eli from behind once again. And from the opening bell Daniels has been dishing out the punishment here against one of the men people picked as a favorite to win this entire thing.”

Daniels leans down and grabs a hold of Eli and pulls him back up to a vertical base. Daniels hits Eli with an open handed slap to the chest before whipping him into the ropes. Eli rebounds off the ropes then leaps into the air and hits Daniels with a dropkick that causes the big man to stagger a bit. Eli turns and races towards the ropes again but Genie reaches into the ring and trips up Eli as he rebounds off the ropes. The momentary distraction allows Daniels to level Eli with a big boot to the face that floors him down to the canvas. Daniels turns and makes his way over towards the corner and crouches down as Eli slowly staggers back up to his feet. As Eli turns around Daniels charges out of the corner and levels Eli with a spear that damn near cuts him in half. Daniels gets back up to his feet quickly then grabs a hold of Eli and shoves his head between his legs. Daniels takes a moment to blow a kiss out to Genie on the outside before he hoists Eli high into the air and slam dunks him down to the canvas with a powerbomb. Daniels hooks the leg and makes the cover on Eli as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

NO! Eli manages to kick out before the three count could be made!

JOHNSON: ”Keith Daniels has been absolutely dominating in his match here tonight! A big time powerbomb by Keith Daniels here nearly put away Eli early but Eli managed to kick out before the three but those ribs must be screaming at this point.”

VASSA: ”And all of this is thanks to Genie at ringside. You have to think that seeing his ex wife out here cheering on the man that she cheated on him with has completely thrown Eli off of his game here. Eli hasn’t gotten in a single offensive move since this match began.”

Daniels gets back up to his feet and plants a stiff kick to the midsection of Eli before his makes his way over towards the corner. Keith Daniel climbs up to the middle rope as Eli holds his midsection in pain on the canvas. Daniels leaps off the middle rope and goes for an elbow drop but Eli rolls out of the way causing Daniels to crash and burn down to the canvas. Eli pulls himself back up to his feet holding his midsection followed by Daniels. Eli gives Daniels a series of kicks to the leg and knee. Eli grabs a hold of Daniels and whips him into the ropes but Daniels reverses the whip and sends Eli into the ropes. Eli leaps to the middle rope then springboards off and hits Daniels with a flying calf kick to the face. Daniels staggers back Eli gets back up to his feet and charges the big man. Eli hits Daniels with a chop block to the back of the knee that takes the big man off of his feet for the first time in this match. Daniels hobbles back up to a vertical base but Eli charges and hits him with a dropkick to the face that knocks him through the ropes and down to the arena floor below. Genie rushes her way over to where Daniels is lying and plants a kiss on his cheek to try and help him recover.

JOHNSON: ”Daniels went high rent district and it didn’t pay off for him and now Eli is rolling here in this match and Daniels needs time to recover. However there is that harlot Genevie there to rub salt into the wounds of Eli planting a blatant kiss on the cheek of Keith Daniels.”

VASSA: ”I call it Genie just being there to support her man in his time of need now that Eli has finally gone on the offensive here in this match but somehow I have a feeling that’s Eli’s just not going to stand there and watch this make out session.”

Eli gets a running start from inside of the ring then leaps over the top rope as Genie flees the area. Eli plants Daniels with a corkscrew moonsault that takes him down to the arena floor hard. Eli gets back up to his feet and roars to the crowd as Genie points in Eli’s direction and begins screaming. Eli smirks and flips off Genie before firing off a series of crotch chops in her direction but that gives Daniels the time to get back up to his feet. Daniels hits Eli from behind and knocks him shoulder first into the steel ring steps. Genie bounces around proudly then leans over and talks shit in Eli’s face before Daniels grabs a hold of Eli and rolls him back into the ring. Daniels walks over and gives Genie a playful spank on the ass before he rolls back into the ring. Daniels pulls himself back up to his feet but walks right into a Judo chop to the throat from Eli who follows up with a drop toe hold that sends Daniels crashing face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. Daniels staggers back up one knee as Eli races towards the ropes. Eli leaps into the air and levels Daniels with Anointed to the side of the head that sends him crashing down to the canvas. Eli hooks the leg and makes the cover on Daniels as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

NO! Daniels launches Eli three feet in the air off of him before the three count could be made!

JOHNSON: ”Daniels kicks out with authority! I thought this one might have been over after Eli rattled Daniels brains with Anointed but it was not enough to keep Daniels’ shoulders down to the canvas for the three count here tonight.”

VASSA: ”It was good offensive but Eli but he needs to stop focusing on Genie on the outside of the ring and focus on the task at hand. There is a guaranteed shot at the 4CW Championship belt on the line later tonight. Not even your slutty ex wife should be more important than that!”

Eli gets back up to his feet then stalks around Daniels as he pulls himself back up to a vertical base. Eli gives Daniels a boot to the midsection then spikes him with an implant DDT down to the canvas hard. Eli gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Genie hops up to the ring apron and tries to distract Eli but the referee gets involved. Eli perches himself on the top rope then leaps off as Daniels gets back up to his feet. Eli goes for a diving crossbody but Daniels catches Eli in mid-air. Daniels walks to the center of the ring and hoists Eli up to his shoulders before hitting him with a death valley driver down to the canvas. Daniels gets back up to his feet still shaking off the cobwebs from that kick to the head. Daniels stalks around Eli as he uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Daniels grips the waist lock then muscles Eli up and over with a German suplex down to the canvas hard. Daniels keeps his arms locked and then pulls Eli back up to his feet once again. Daniels muscles Eli up and over and hits him with a second German suplex down to the canvas hard. Once again Daniels keeps his arms locked and pulls Eli back up to his feet once again. Daniels muscles an almost limp Eli up and over and hits him with a third German suplex down to the canvas hard. Daniels finally lets go of Eli as Genie slaps her hands on the canvas repeatedly screaming for Daniels to finish Eli off.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like the size and strength advantage that Keith Daniels has in this match for Eli Carlson to overcome. Three straight German suplexes looks like it’s down the trick and I’m not sure if Eli even knows where he is right now.”

VASSA: ”On the outside Genie can smell blood in the water and is urging Keith Daniels to finish off her ex husband now while he has the chance. Poor Eli has nowhere to go. Inside of the ring he has to deal with Daniels and even if he rolls to the outside he has his ex wife out there ready to strike also.”

Daniels leans over and grabs a hold of Eli who begins to try and pull himself back up to one knee. Daniels gets Eli into a Muay Thai Clutch and begins raining in repeated knees to the face of Eli who is helpless to defend himself at this point in the match. Knee after knee from Daniels before Keith finally decides to let go of Eli and pull himself back up to his feet. Daniels reaches down and grabs a hold of the limp Eli and shoves his head between his legs. Daniels locks Eli’s arm between his own legs and then hoists him high into the air before planting him down to the canvas with a pump handle slam. Daniels pulls himself back up to his feet then runs his thumb across his throat to signal he’s about finish off Eli once and for all. Genie begins jumping around on the outside of the ring and points to the turnbuckle as Daniels makes his way over towards the corner. Daniels climbs up to the middle rope then leaps off and connects with a double foot chest stomp down onto Eli on the canvas. Eli folds up like an accordion as Genie begins celebrating on the outside of the ring. Daniels hooks the leg and makes the cover on Eli as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

NO! Eli manages to get his shoulder off of the canvas before the three count could be made!

JOHNSON: ”How did Eli Carlson kick out of that?! That move had to break absolutely every single rib in his body but yet Eli Carlson refuses to give up here tonight! But you have to wonder even if this match isn’t over what could Eli possibly have left in the tank after that?!”

VASSA: ”Eli might have just punctured a lung with that move from Daniels. Are we even sure that Eli really kicked out of that and that he isn’t just having a seizure? I know a lot is on the line here but the referee might want to considering putting an end to this if things get much worse.”

Daniels gets up to his feet and argues with the referee over a slow count but referee tells him it was only two. Daniels turns around and grabs a hold of Eli and pulls him back up to his feet. Daniels lifts Eli up to his shoulders and goes for Final Verdict but Eli fights out of it in desperation and lands on his feet behind Daniels. Eli grabs a hold of Daniels and hits him with side Russian leg sweep that sends him down to the canvas. Eli staggers back up to his feet then races towards the ropes as Daniels pull himself back up to his feet. Eli rebounds off the ropes then leaps into the air and mows through Daniels with The Prince’s Edict that sends him down to the canvas hard. Eli pulls himself back up and stalks around Daniels as he pulls himself back up to a vertical base. Eli turns his back to Daniels then flips backwards and nails him with Your Coronation that sends him down to the canvas hard. Eli hooks the leg and makes the cover on Daniels as the referee slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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NO! Genie reaches in and yanks the referee out of the ring and causes him to hit the arena floor hard!

JOHNSON: ”This match should be over and Genevie just screwed her ex husband out of a win and the final spot in the Warzone of Horrors match here tonight! She should have never been allowed to be down here at ringside to begin with in this match!”

VASSA: ”The referee hit the arena floor pretty hard and now Eli finds himself in a two on one situation with no one to call for a disqualification. I hate to say it but Eli didn’t stand a chance in this one from the moment that his ex wife decided to come down here to ringside.

Eli gets up to his feet holding his ribs wondering what the hell just happened as Genie slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Genie gets up to his feet and gets into Eli’s face arguing with her. Eli shakes his head and calls Genie a whore which causes her to reach up and slap him across the face hard. Eli has finally had enough and he grabs a hold of Genie by the hair as the crowd goes wild. However Daniels is back on his feet and he charges towards Eli as he let’s go of Genie and turns around. Daniels goes for Livewire but Eli ducks under it. Daniels almost runs right over Genie but is able to put on the brakes just in time. However Genie drops down to her knees and levels Daniels with a low blow that drops him down to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!”

VASSA: ”ELI IS GOING TO THE TOP ROPE!”

Genie slides out of the ring and helps the referee back into the ring under the bottom rope as Eli steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Eli perches himself on the top rope then leaps off and hits Daniels with Ascension down across the chest hard. Eli hooks the leg and makes the cover on Daniels as the referee crawls over to make the count.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…ELIJAH CARLSONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!”

Eli pulls himself back up to his feet and gets his hand raised in victory. Genie slides back into the ring and shares an intense stare down with Eli before the two of them laugh and embrace tightly. The crowd boo’s loudly as the couple begins to kiss in the center of the ring over the fallen body of Keith Daniels.

JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe my eyes here. I was sure that Genevie was out here to screw Eli but now the two of them are celebrating in the middle of the ring. I have to wonder if all of this was just a big lie and even they even really got divorced at this point. I’m absolutely disgusted with what I just witnessed here tonight in the middle of that ring.”

VASSA: ”This has to be one of the biggest swerves I’ve seen in a long time but here in 4CW it’s win by any means necessary and win is exactly what Eli Carlson did here tonight. You don’t have to like the way he did it but now he has a chance to win a shot at the 4CW Championship belt at Winter Wasteland.”



Have you ever butt dialed someone and had the person you call listen in on whatever it was you were talking about? Now imagine you’re a camerawoman working Fright Night and you didn’t realize you’d bumped the button on the camera to start filming? How embarrassing would that be, right? Well that’s exactly what has happened to our poor nameless camerawoman as she sits, camera pointed at the floor, softly sobbing to herself.

CAMERAWOMAN: ”I can’t believe I just lost a month’s worth of paychecks. Why?! Why did they have to get back together?! How am I gonna feed Bootsie and Mittens?! They’re gonna be so disappointed. They’ll have to eat the Walmart brand…They’ll be no Fancy Feast this month. It’s all Genie and Eli’s fault.”

As if the gods them self had summoned them, some shuffling is heard as the woman sobs and all you see is two sets of feet. The familiar Nike’s and the Wrestling boots are a dead giveaway as the woman lifts the camera up, still not aware it’s recording, as Genevie and Eli are seen completely immersed in one another as their lips move in synch and they stumble along, bumping into equipment as they make out without a care in the world at what they are knocking over and may be breaking. The woman seems angry as she begins shouting at their display.

CAMERAWOMAN: ”YOU TWO WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY BROKEN UP! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ELI?! SHE CHEATED ON YOU!! I LOST A MONTH’S WORTH OF PAYCHECKS! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!”

The woman continues to sob as the couple removes their lips from one another. Genevie turning around and wiping away some of Eli’s face paint away from her lips, with a smirk as she watches the woman cry before looking at the little red light blinking.

GENEVIE: “Your uh…Camera is on.”

The camera shakes as the Camerawoman turns the camera around to investigate the look of horror on her face as she realizes the camera is on, and is wondering just how long it has been on. She turns the camera back around on Geli.

GENEVIE: “It’s cool. Leave it on. No time better than the present to explain something to you, and everyone else who thinks they know everything. Wanna do the honors love?”

Genevie turns to Eli with a grin on her face as she wraps her arm around his shoulders.

CARLSON: ”Of course, babe. I’d be glad to. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks I had to go without seeing my wife, without touching my wife, without fucking MY WIFE, all because of you miserable, idiotic, gullible shitstains. I had to act like a whiny fucking bitch who had just had his whole entire world torn away from him, for TWO FUCKING WEEKS! All because you just HAVE to have everything be like a early afternoon soap opera or you’re not fucking happy. Now I know you’re sitting there thinking BUT WHAT ABOUT THE PICTURES ELI?! What about them? We fed you what you all wanted to see. You think there’s anything real about those pictures? Do you think I would honestly allow that piece of crap who I just put an end to come anywhere near my wife? Did you really? You saw what we wanted you to see. We gave you what we wanted you to buy into and you ate it up like the insignificant shit eating insects that each and every one of you truly are.”

Eli shakes his head in disgust, looking at Genie for a moment and wanting nothing more than to jump her. Two weeks without sex was complete bullshit.

CARLSON: ”Do you know what the two of us gained from these two weeks? We learned who our real friends are and the simple and honest answer is, outside of Tara and JPD, no one. Not one of you. All of you were ready to jump on board and celebrate the end of the most significant and defining relationship this company has ever seen. We put asses in seats and you wanted this to end. YOU SHOULD BE THANKING US! You should be bowing down and worshipping us. You should consider yourselves lucky to be able to be close enough to kiss the feet of my beautiful wife. YOU SHOULD SHOW SOME GODDAMN GRATTITUDE! But you won’t. Because you’re selfish assholes who want the world to revolve around you. It’s time to wake up boys and girls. Myself and Genie and the puppeteers pulling the strings. You believe what we want and you dance when we tell you to and, as you’ve witnessed tonight, nobody dances better than Sativa and Keith Daniels.”

Genevie just watched her husband the entire time he spoke with nothing but admiration and a smile on her face. She bit her lip when she finished and turned to the camera.

GENEVIE: “Well, speaking of pulling those strings. I don’t think we could have pulled any of this off without the lovely Tara and JPD. I mean, the whole being their little sex slave pet. You guys literally will believe whatever anyone puts on Twitter as if it’s the gospel truth. You want to know how my time in Miami really went? Lot’s of training and hard work. All those times we were talking about fucking each other? Never happened. I mean Tara and JPD fucked, A LOT. Believe me. Heard it every single time. Never participated in any of it. Fucking worst Two Weeks of my entire life. Being away from the ONE person who I love and am COMPLETELY devoted to. But the bigger picture, and the bigger goal I think in the grand scheme of things will make everything worth it.”

Genevie looked over at Eli with a smile as she gave him a peck on the lips before removing her arm from him as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

GENEVIE: “You see, sometimes you have to completely tear yourself apart to rebuild. Sometimes you have to put yourself through the worst to become better. The worst thing I could have ever imagined was being without Eli. I know what everyone says and thinks about us. That we need each other to function. That we fight and it affects us in our matches, and that’s why we lose. We are toxic for each other. So what better way than to prove you people wrong than to spend the entire build up of Fright Night at each other’s throats?! What better way to prove that we aren’t each other’s problem than to be going through a divorce. We put ourselves through absolute hell, and what happened? OH would you look at that, we are in The Warzone of Horrors match. We went through High and Mighty like they weren’t shit. The entire time making each other completely miserable, and believe me we were miserable in spite of knowing all along that the divorce was staged from the start.”

The Camerawoman could be heard sobbing behind the camera at the revelation that was revealed, and Genevie rolled her eyes, grabbing a box of tissues and throwing it at the girl, disgusted.

GENEVIE: “Cry me a fucking river bitches. I’m sure the rest of you are going to be raging about this shit on Twitter too. About how you knew it all along. To make yourselves feel better for falling right into the scheme. We are so much more than fights on Twitter. We’ll pass that torch on to Marquis and Cashe. We are the goddamn Prince and Princess of 4CW and after The Warzone of Horrors match, regardless which one of us wins it? You will ALL BOW THE FUCK DOWN.”

As Genie paused, Eli couldn’t help but smirk. Everything she had said was the gospel truth but something else had drawn his attention.

CARLSON: ”We’ve made it this far, just you and I against the world. Sativa got her ass beat. KD got his ass beat and now we head into the Warzone of Horrors. Remember the first time we really spent time together? When we fought and went back and forth with each other in the gym and I let you win? Babe, I’m not gonna go easy on you this time because there’s only one way I want this night to end. That contract in my hands, and you bowing down worshipping your Prince and future 4CW Champion like a good Princess should.”

Genie turned her attention to Eli still with a smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around her husband.

GENEVIE: ”You know I find it really sexy when you talk like that, and maybe you might just be right, but don’t for a second think that I’m going to go as easy on you as I did during that little match you let me win. I want that contract just as much as you do, hell even more than you. Don’t worry I’ll still worship you in every single way you could possibly want as your good little Princess, but I’ll be doing it with that 4CW Championship around my waist.”

Eli scratched his chin momentarily, considering the picture that Genie had just placed into his mind for a moment.

CARLSON: ”Okay, I’m not gonna lie and say that isn’t at least somewhat appealing, but I promise you that you don’t want this anymore than I do. So let’s just agree to not go easy on each other… and practice what we’re going to do after the night is over, yeah?”

With a grin his hand slid to her ass and pulled her close to him, his lips meeting hers for a long and surely uncomfortable kiss for the camerawoman who was so sad to have to film. Breaking away from Genie for half a second, he shot a nasty glare at the woman.

CARLSON: ”A little privacy, yeah? Miserable bitch.”

The camera shook for a second and suddenly tilted back down to the floor until the woman shut the lens off and the screen went to static.



HEADLINE
FATE CHAMPIONSHIP
LYZA REYES VS. PERSEPHONE MARQUIS ©

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Fate Championship!”

A black and white video vignette begins rolling on the screens, showing Lyza Reyes dressed as Charlie Chaplin on the moon. There is no dialogue, but simply piano music playing with the pace of the footage. She’s caught in the middle of a tug of war match between a U.S. Spaceman, and a small group of miniature aliens. Before determining which side pulls Lyza once and for all, the venue goes pitch black, and “In Distress” by A$AP Rocky featuring Gesaffelstein begins to play.

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

Nigga, win the fair game, fuck with the best

Just a kid with the grown men, rep to protect

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

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

Lyza Reyes walks down the aisle in her gear consisting of a black and gold sequined hoodie, black shorts, and black lace up boots. She tags a few hands of spectators along the way, before entering the ring. The music fades as she does a last second warm up. For some odd reason tonight Lyza is wearing a bubble wrap suit over her normal wrestling gear, this certainly gets an odd reaction from the crowd, and from the referee in the ring

JOHNSON: “Is she wearing bubble wrap?”

VASSA: “I was just going to ask you the same thing, yeah she’s wearing bubble wrap.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know what Lyza’s thinking with that one, but our referee is currently wondering the same thing.”

The referee leans over to some of the 4CW officials standing around the ring, which causes a bit of a fuss on the outside, there are many shoulders being shrugged. And the referee turns around and begins to talk to Lyza who also now seems to be a bit confused and annoyed.

JOHNSON: “I think they’re going to make her take off the bubble wrap outfit. No costumes allowed here on Fright Night.”

VASSA: “Seems strange to me, but I can guess that there could be weapons hidden in there or heck even be used to distract us all with that addicting popping noise.”

JOHNSON: “Either way, Lyza is not going to be allowed the costume of bubble wrap here tonight.”

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 Fate Championship around her waist.

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring, the reigning 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 opponent 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.

JOHNSON: “The champion making her way here quickly, she’s ready for this one to get started. Hopefully, that is not a kiss goodbye to that Fate championship belt.”

VASSA: “Oh come on now. There’s not a chance of that happening… probably. Maybe. Well, fifty-fifty.”

JOHNSON: “Here we go, Fate championship on the line here tonight at Fright Night. This is going to be a good one!”

VASSA: “Chicks are going to be flying all over the ring tonight, and there’s a good chance one is going to land on my face.”

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “Really uncalled for, Vinny. But there’s the bell…”

Marquis and Reyes begin with a little bit of a circle in the middle of the ring, Reyes looks to shoot but Marquis steps back in defense. After a little bit of that dance the two lock up in the middle of the ring trying to overpower the other one. Reyes takes the early advantage with a quick side headlock, but Marquis is able to counter that as she shoves Reyes into the ropes. Reyes comes back off the ropes slowly and the two lock up again for a second time. The two shove back and forth again, this time it is Marquis who gets the upperhand with a side lock, Reyes goes to shove her off, but Marquis holds onto a handful of Reyes’ hair and instead flings her to the mat!

JOHNSON: “A show of disrespect there from the two time Fate champion towards her opponent.”

VASSA: “You know, for Marquis that really wasn’t much of a show of disrespect. That was more of a ‘hello’ and she’ll disrespect her later on Twitter.”

JOHNSON: “You follow?”

VASSA: “No, I stalk.”

Reyes is not too happy about that as she pulls herself back up, the two look to tie up once again but this time Marquis rakes the eyes and quickly proceeds to grab Reyes by the back of the head and slams her face first against the turnbuckle. This is followed up by a couple of more and then a big boot to the gut causing Reyes to crumple in half in the corner. Persephone follows that up with a couple of choice words before she reaches back…

“SLLLLLLAP!”

“POOOOPP!”

“SLLLLLLAP!”

“POOOOPP!”

…and unloading with a couple of backhanded chops across the chest of Lyza. There is a bit of confusion as the crowd hears what appears to sound like gun fire going off after the big backhanded chops.

VASSA: “What was that?”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think we’re under fire or anything, I don’t know.”

The action in the ring stops as a flustered Lyza pauses and hands over the rest of the bubble suit which she was wearing to start this match. Lyza hands over the popped bubbles and shrugs her shoulders. It gets a laugh from the crowd, but the champion isn’t too amused by the turn of events, instead she just reaches back and fires away.

“SLLLLLLAP!”

“SLLLLLLAP!”

“SLLLLLLAP!”

Hitting with three more backhanded chops!

VASSA: “And that’s how you handle a bitch!”

JOHNSON: “Persephone serving up a plate full of chops for her opponent there, the two time champion showing that violent temper there. Let’s hope that doesn’t get her in trouble against a former Fight One champion in Lyza.”

VASSA: “Blah, blah, blah. Let’s see her win something here in 4CW first.”

Lyza holds her chest in some pain, but the champ is not about to let that stop her from continuing the attack. Persephone whips Lyza across the ring into the opposite corner turnbuckle, the challenger’s back hits the ropes so hard it causes her to lose her balance and fall onto her backside in the corner. The champion doesn’t hesitate at all and charges in towards the corner…

“SLLLLLLLLLLLAM!”

JOHNSON: “Corner dropkick to the face of Lyza Reyes!”

VASSA: “She’s going to need a nose job after that one! What an attack by the champion.”

JOHNSON: “The champion has been dominant, she’s been dominant since capturing the Fate championship for a second time from Genevie back in August. And she’s showing why here tonight.”

Persephone pulls Lyza by the feet out of the corner and quickly hooks the leg for a cover, the referee slides into place.

ONE

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TWO

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TH–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Not so fast there, Lyza has some fight left in her yet.”

VASSA: “And the champ has plenty of fight in her too left as well. Plus, nobody has landed on my face yet.”

The Fate champion does not pull Lyza back up to her feet, but instead nails her with a couple of stomps to the midsection and then as Lyza rolls over kicks her in the chest with boot making a loud sound that echoes loudly and draws a groan from the crowd.

JOHNSON: “The Fate Champion Persephone Marquis not showing an ounce of respect to her opponent here tonight.”

VASSA: “That’s two time Fate Champion Persephone Marquis. And why does she have to show respect to her opponent, ever?”

Finally, Marquis pulls Lyza back up to her feet. Lyza’s not looking too good, holding her chest in some pain as Marquis rocks her back up against the ring ropes sending her across the ring. The champion charges in at Lyza and leaps from about the halfway through ring flying towards the challenger.

“SSSSSLLLLLLAMM!”

POPPAGE!

JOHNSON: “NO! Lyza Reyes moves out of the way!! The champion ate a faceful of turnbuckle there!!”

VASSA: “Come on, you’re not supposed to move out of the champ’s way.”

Lyza leaps up onto the middle ropes just as Persephone stumbles backwards from her date with the turnbuckle, and connects with a vicious looking springboard heel kick dropping the champion to the mat for the first time tonight! Persephone rolls quickly back up to her feet, but Lyza is waiting there to connect with a series of quick sharp shin kicks to the champion. And from there she grabs the Fate champ by the hair and…

“SLLLLLLAM!”

…slams her down to the mat with facebuster! Wisely, though, Persephone rolls to the outside of the ring to lick her wounds there.

JOHNSON: ” And the champion getting taken to the woodshed by the challenger right now.”

VASSA: “I would be upset about that, if it wasn’t so hot watching girl on girl action like this.”

JOHNSON: “You’re a sick man, Vinny.”

VASSA: “I know.”

The champion holds her face in some pain as she gets back up to her feet on the outside, little does she realize that Lyza has been waiting for that perfect moment and comes flying through the middle and top ropes…

“CRRRRRRRASSH!”

…connecting with a suicide dive, sending the champion crashing into the guard railing on the outside!! The fans go nuts for that move.

JOHNSON: “The champ is down and she might be out cold!”

VASSA: “Too bad for Lyza that you can’t pin her on the outside or she might be the new champion right now.”

JOHNSON: “High risk move there, and it paid off. But you’re right, she’s got to get the champ back into the ring. A countout here does nothing.”

VASSA: “We have those still?”

Lyza tosses the champion back into the ring after a little effort trying to get her back to her feet. Quickly, the challenger opts not to go in after her but rather climbs to the top ropes from the outside. She stands perched on the top ropes.

JOHNSON: “Could this be the Four-fifty splash?! Lyza standing high over her downed opponent, and here it comes… Pura Vida!!”

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”

VASSA: “NO! NO! The champ moved out of the way and Lyza Four fifty’d the canvas!!”

JOHNSON: “Persephone Marquis almost motionless until the less possible moment causing Lyza Reyes to not see it in time that she had moved there. Marquis with the quick roll-up trying to take advantage of the mistake!”

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Slow count! Slow count!”

JOHNSON: “Reyes getting the shoulder up, but she might have injured something on that attempted four-fifty splash.”

Indeed Reyes is holding her left side ribs in some pain as she slowly gets back up to a vertical base, unfortunately for her the Fate champion seems to notice that she’s holding her ribs and begins to strike with a volley of kicks to the side and across the chest! Lyza is still out on her knees as Marquis charges across the ring and rebounds off of the ropes charging and leaping up at the last moment connecting with a knee strike across the face of the challenger!!

VASSA: “Spring Deity!”

JOHNSON: “Persephone Marquis connecting with a shining wizard from across the pond!!”

VASSA: “She just obliterated Reyes with that one.”

JOHNSON: “Here’s a the cover, this one could be over…”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “No! Reyes gets the shoulder up!! And for the third time in this match, the champion thought she had the win and once again Reyes is able to keep this match going.”

VASSA: “But look at the energy it is taking for Lyza to keep kicking out here, Marquis is just slowly grinding her down. Softening her up for the finish, if you like.”

JOHNSON: “I’m waiting for it.”

VASSA: “For what?”

JOHNSON: “The next comment.”

VASSA: “I don’t know what you’re talking about… but I never soften before I finish. Ever.”

Marquis pulls Lyza back up to her feet and slaps her across the chest once again. This time is backs Lyza up against the corner turnbuckle. Marquis lifts her opponent up onto the top rope, making sure Lyza stays in place with a couple of right forearms. The Fate champion climbs up into the corner lifting her opponent onto her feet as well. The two stand high above the ring, the crowd stands to their feet in anticipation.

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAMM!”

JOHNSON: “LYZA REYES JUST COUNTERED AN ATTEMPTED SUPERPLEX INTO POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP ROPES!!! THIS PLACE IS IN UTTER SHOCK AS THE CHAMPION SLAMMED HARD INTO THE MAT!! REYES JUST ROLLING ONTO HER OPPONENT, THE COVER…”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

VASSA: “NO!! THE CHAMP GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!”

JOHNSON: “So very close to having a new Fate champion with that incredible reversal by Lyza Reyes.”

Lyza pulls the champion back up to her feet and with a quick sling of the arm and shoulder sends the Fate champ shoulder first into the turnbuckle! As Marquis stumbles backwards out of the corner Lyza wraps her arms around her waist and in one slick motion flings her backwards.

“SLLLAMM!”

Folding the champion in half with a release belly to back suplex! The champion pulls herself back up to her feet quickly, refusing to stay down but still not aware of where her opponent is she stands up at the exact moment that Lyza leaps from the top ropes…

“SSSSSSSSSSSLLLAMM!”

…connecting with a flying crossbody block on the champ!

JOHNSON: “Dreambodycatcher!! Here’s the cover, we might have a new champ!”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

JOHNSON: “NO! ONLY TWO! THE REFEREE STOPPING THE COUNT AT TWO AND ABOUT AS CLOSE TO THREE AS POSSIBLE.”

VASSA: “Why are these fans disappointed? Persephone is still the Fate champion. Come on people.”

JOHNSON: “I think the majority are pulling for the challenger here tonight.”

VASSA: “That’s just crazy talk.”

A bit of frustration on the face of the challenger as she pulls herself back up to her feet, she unloads with a soccer style kick right across the lower back of the champ. That takes the frustration out. Lyza waits for the champion to pull herself back up using the ropes before she strikes, this time Lyza leaps up going for a hurricanrana, but Persephone holds onto the ropes stopping the move. But Lyza instead spins around and just as she’s about to fall to the outside of the ring hooks her legs around the champ’s head and hooks on her Hanging Figure Four Necklock!!

JOHNSON: “Incredible move there by the challenger!!”

VASSA: “Incredibly illegal move there by the challenger there. Blatant choke!”

JOHNSON: “The referee starts the five count, but Lyza holds it until four and a half before she lets go. Damage done, though.”

VASSA: “She should be disqualified, such disrespect shown with a move like that.”

Lyza pulls the champion to the outside of the ring not allowing her a moment of rest. With a handful of wrestling gear and hair Lyza takes the champion and slams her back first up against guard railing on the outside. Lyza charges in for the attack…

“CRRRRRRRRRASSSH!”

OUCH! But the champion ducks out of the way just in time sending Lyza up and over into the front row of fans. The champion does her best to recover crawling back towards the ring.

VASSA: “And just like that, poof, Lyza is gone.”

JOHNSON: “This one’s spilling out into the arena. But I don’t think the champ wants to take it out there.”

VASSA: “You’re right, that absolutely does nothing for her. Persephone needs to keep it around the ring and avoid serious injury. Plus, most of those fans are pretty nasty looking.”

Lyza pulls herself back to her feet as Persephone does the same, Lyza climbs over the barricade as she tries to get back towards the ring. However, just as Lyza gets close to the ring apron, Persephone charges from the adjacent side of the ring leaping through the bottom and middle corner ropes.

“TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUDD!”

And connects with the damnedest suicide dive tornado DDT that you ever did see!! Lyza is brought face first down on the concrete with that one and even some of the pro-Lyza crowd is impressed with that move out of nowhere.

VASSA: “Hamartia!”

JOHNSON: “What a move! What a move! I can’t believe the champ pulled that one off!”

VASSA: “Now that was an incredible move! Absolutely amazing skill shown there by the champ.”

Slowly the champion pulls the challenger back up to a vertical base and rolls her back into the ring. Marquis then slides in right behind but does not go for the pin right away, instead as she stands up she reaches back with her foot and hits a vicious kick right up the chest of her opponent with the laces of her boots! This is followed up by a couple of more solid shots and then finally she clamps down on the neck of Reyes with a boot choke as she pulls up the middle rope with both hands. The referee warns her and then begins the five count…

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

JOHNSON: “And finally the champ lets go of the obvious choke hold. Is that disrespectful, Vinny?”

VASSA: “Oh, not in the least.”

JOHNSON: “Why not?”

VASSA: “Because reasons.”

The champ this time pulls Lyza back up to her feet with a couple handfuls of hair just to drive home the disrespect message to the entire crowd. Marquis then backs Lyza up against the ropes and sends her across the ring with a whip. Marquis drops down looking for a back bodydrop, Lyza, however counters this with a boot right to Marquis’ chest which stands her up. Lyza quickly follows that up with a jawbreaker that stuns the champion and then she hooks her arms around the waist and lifts…

“SLLLLLLLLLAMM!”

…slamming the champion to the mat with an impressive belly to belly suplex!! Lyza can’t take advantage of the move with a cover as she seems to be hurting from the choke by Persephone earlier. She instead sucks some wind next to her opponent on the mat.

JOHNSON: “Both of these competitors giving everything they’ve got here tonight. Neither one of them wants to walk out of Fright Night empty handed.”

VASSA: “They’re going to go until someone makes them stop or they’re both headed for the hospital I’d imagine.”

The two slowly again pull themselves to their feet, both fighting off fatigue and pain in the process. The champion stumbles a bit more in her attempt to get up, and the challenger takes advantage of that. Lyza Reyes with what she’s got left in the tank slings herself up against the ropes as the champion turns and faces her.

JOHNSON: “Reyes leaping up as she spins around… she’s going for the GRAVITASS!!”

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMM!”

VASSA: “Did you see that?! Did you see that!?”

JOHNSON: “Persephone Marquis somehow turned that leaping rear strike by Lyza Reyes into a double knee backbreaker!! What an incredible move by the Fate champion.”

VASSA: “That’s the Cattle Sacrifice, to be exact. And this one is over just as soon as she can make the pin.”

JOHNSON: “That seems to be the problem, Marquis unable to follow that incredible move up, she is as winded as winded could be right now. Can the champ just muster up enough to sling that arm over the shoulders.”

VASSA: “She’s taking an eternity right now.”

JOHNSON: “There it is! There’s the cover!”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “REYES KICKED OUT! REYES KICKED OUT! INCREDIBLE!”

VASSA: “Slow count, gotta be a slow count.”

JOHNSON: “Persephone Marquis has the look of utter frustration on her face as she looks and only sees two fingers being held up by the referee. She might have nothing left in the tank, and still this match goes on.”

Marquis looks distraught as she pulls her hair back, she slowly pulls herself back up to her feet with help from the ring ropes shaking her head in the process. She begs for Lyza to get back up to her feet as well, hoping to catch her off guard she moves around to what would be Reyes’ back. Reyes slowly pulls herself back up as well, as she spins around Reyes is able to duck under the clothesline attempt by Marquis! Reyes leaps up and spins around going for a tilt-a-whirl DDT.

JOHNSON: “NO! Marquis shoves off her trip to the Space Age by Lyza Reyes! Marquis turns around and leaps up onto the middle ropes herself…”

“SSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAMMM!”

VASSA: “PETTY CASH!! PETTY CASH!! SHE HIT IT!! THE CHAMP HIT THE PETTY CASH!!”

JOHNSON: “SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!! THE CHAMPION ROLLS THE LEGS UP AS THE REFEREE SLIDES IN…”

ONE

JOHNSON: “MARQUIS USING THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE!!”

TWO

JOHNSON: “THE REFEREE DOESN’T SEE THE USE OF THE ROPES!!”

THREE!!!

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

VASSA: “Marquis did it, she retains her title. By the skin of her teeth.”

JOHNSON: “And the use of her ropes.”

VASSA: “I didn’t see that. Doesn’t count.”

Marquis is not about to stick around, as the final count is sounded she’s out of the ring and over to her Fate championship belt as her music once again fills the arena, she makes her way back up towards the exit with a smirk on her face and the Fate title held high above her head. Back in the ring Lyza Reyes pleads her case, but the decision has been made and all she can do is glare as the champion leaves the scene.

POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW Fate Champion… PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS!!!”



We go backstage where Gabriel Hartman is hurrying around a corner. He comes to a stop at a locker room that reads ‘KEITH DANIELS.’ He readies himself just as the door flies open. Keith Daniels steps out in a pair of jeans and an unmarked, unbranded gray hooded sweatshirt. His facial expression is harsh as his eyes land on Hartman. Hartman, the good employee he is, stares death in the face and still decides to open his mouth.

HARTMAN: Keith! Can we get your take on what happened to you out there?

Daniels’ eyes narrow as he balls a fist.

DANIELS: I… They… Look, I don’t give a half-eaten fuck about they’re little reconciliation but I should be heading to that main event! I should be off to fact the World Champ! I AM 4CW! I… I’m…

This is when something incredible happens. Previously, we saw the Keith Daniels everyone has known and definitely felt about for over a decade. Now, the facade melts away. Now, standing in the frame of the camera is a man, a perfectly normal man. His face is crestfallen and his shoulders slump from their typically intimidating stature. Keith looks at the floor for a moment. Hartman’s mouth falls slightly open as he observes what everyone else is seeing.

DANIELS: I’m done.

HARTMAN: Wait, are you saying that you’re leaving 4CW?

DANIELS: Look, man. It’s been a good run. I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to do this for seventeen years. I’ve fought big names, fought in high profile matches, built reputations, been loved and hated by fans across the world. The world, Gabe. How many people can say that? How many people can set and be the example of the coming generations? When I was a member of Shock Value, we changed this business, altered it beyond recognition. You look at the guys and gals in this business now and they’re brutalizing and embarrassing their opponents. We opened that door and forced the business to evolve or fall to us. And it has. 4CW is a shining example of that. Look at people like JPD, Mariano Fernandez, and others. Look at how they belittle and mock their opponents. We built that. We built them. Now, though, the constructs outmatch their creators. We pushed this thing forward in an entertaining direction and it’s only caught more and more steam.

While his serious look doesn’t change, a single tear falls from his eye. He puts a hand up to his face, touches the tear and pulls it away. He looks down at the tears and begins to laugh.

DANIELS: I’m sure I’ll never live this down, crying on camera and all that shit. There are some radio shows I’ve listened to that will probably have a field day with this.

Keith Daniels and Gabriel Hartman both look into the camera for a moment, as if they’re looking for someone to understand the reference. They then look away again to resume their current behaviors.

DANIELS: In the end, none of that matters. People are going to have their fun like I’ve had mine. Now though, Gabe, I’m calling time on this. It’s been a great career. Maybe I didn’t do what I expected to in 4CW. Maybe I didn’t ‘go out on top.’ But what I can say is that I decided when it was my time. Too many let this business decide for them. Do I have enough left in the tank to keep going? Sure, but for how much longer? At what level? Wallace, this company, this business and the fans deserve more than I have left to give. For every Rob Hewitt and Scott Stevens that I can beat, there will be a Bryan Williams or an Elijah Carlson that I can’t compete with. We’ve had plenty of chats off camera, much to your chagrin I’m sure, but this is our last, Mr. Hartman. I hope that I’ve given you enough to cultivate that little media hard-on you’re rocking.

Gabriel Hartman adjusts his shirt and his pants uncomfortably. Keith Daniels chuckles slightly before looking into the nearby camera.

DANIELS: Look. I know few of you will miss me but there are plenty of you that I’ll miss for varying reasons. As a parting gift, I’ll leave you with a bit of advice. While you’re all measuring your proverbial dicks with one another, the one thing you always need to remember is this: you are never better than this business.

Daniels reaches a hand out to Hartman, who reaches his out to meet it. They shake hands.

DANIELS: It’s been real, Gabe. Keep doing you.

With that, the man known affectionately as KD turns his back to Hartman, picks up his gym bag, and walks off down the hall toward the opening to the parking lot. While it is nighttime, the lights from the parking lot still seem to simulate the man walking into the sunset, perhaps ascending from his existence as a wrestler to finally begin life as a normal person. Hartman watches for a moment before turning and walking away speechless. The camera remains fixed on the form of Keith Daniels silhouetted against the street lights. It would’ve been poetic perhaps if it ended there. In this world, there are men and women who want or deserve their moment. For every one, there are dozens who want to spoil that moment. One such person steps into the frame with his back to the camera watching as Keith Daniels makes his final exit. The man, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a dark gray T-shirt, stares after Daniels and shakes his head.

UNKNOWN MAN: Acts like the business hasn’t taken him. He wasn’t built to last. Egos never are.

The man laughs briefly, but not loudly.

UNKNOWN MAN: Still plenty left to choose from.

The man turns and is revealed to be Seth Daniels, brother of Keith Daniels. The dark grin on his face is haunting as he walks down the hallway into the arena, the opposite direction of his brother. The scene then fades.



MAIN EVENT
WARZONE OF HORRORS
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP CONTRACT
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP

JOHNSON: “It’s been one night of twists and turns but we’ve finally made it to the end, folks!”

VASSA: “Originally there was going to be one more match after this but that was thrown out of the window when Jair decided to end Dakota once and for all.”

JOHNSON: “We still do not have the status of Dakota ladies and gentlemen but the 4CW Championship match has been cancelled. Instead, we will close the show with the Warzone of Horrors.”

VASSA: “We have eight people stepping into this thing and the overall winner will go on to face Jair Hopkins at Winter Wasteland in December.”

JOHNSON: “That’s if Dakota isn’t a factor and Jair can sleep safe at night.”

VASSA: “That fire looked horrible. Hopefully he is okay.”

JOHNSON: “We’ve seen the ‘Butcher’ go through quite a bit and come back for more. Maybe the fire is the only way to rid him from 4CW once and for all.”

VASSA: “He’s the Devil, the God of Violence… I wouldn’t be shocked if we see him show his face at the end of the night.”

JOHNSON: “It’s good to be positive Vinny, but I just don’t see that happening after watching what Jair did to him.”

VASSA: “I’m still disappointed that our main event has been cancelled.”

JOHNSON: “We have a new one! The Warzone of Horrors where a shot for the 4CW Championship is on the line, as well as the XTV Championship up for grabs throughout the entire thing.”

VASSA: “We had eight qualifying matches earlier in the night where we saw the likes of Mariano Fernandez, Scott Stevens, Lauryn Wolfe, and Adrian Tanner Jr. advance to the big one.”

JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget about the ‘New Wave’ as deemed earlier consisting of the 4CW Tag Team champions, Tara and Jason P. Davidson – who is also the defending XTV champion. Then we have the fighting couple who shocked us all as they reunited earlier tonight, Genevie and Eli Carlson.”

VASSA: “I don’t see how anyone is shocked by Genevie interfering in Eli’s match and helping him score the win over Keith Daniels. We knew this was going to happen people!”

JOHNSON: “Things grew pretty heated between the two on social media over the weeks leading up to tonight.”

VASSA: “They have literally broken up and gotten back together on social media a thousand times before. This was no surprise whatsoever.”

JOHNSON: “Well, I was shocked!”

VASSA: “And you a fucking idiot!”

JOHNSON: “On that note, let’s get to the entrances before you really say something that you don’t mean.”

DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest will be for the 4CW XTV Championship and for a contract guaranteeing a 4CW Championship match at 4CW’s next pay-per-view – Fright Night! Are you ready?!”

The crowd erupts with cheers as the entire building begins to rumble.

POWERS: “I said are… you… READY!!!”

The cheers grow even louder as the crowd impatiently awaits the entrance of the Warzone of Horrors combatants.

POWERS: “Are you ready for the 4CW Fright Night Warzone of Horrors?!”

The vibrations from everyone stomping can be felt traveling through the floor as if a stampede was approaching.

POWERS: “LET THE HORROR BEGIN!!!”

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, Mariano is standing at the stage entrance, posing to the crowd going wild. He then beings striding decidedly and steadily to the ring until coming face to face with the steel cage. Once inside, he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he calls for a microphone from a member of the ringside crew still placing various weapons around the outside of the ring.

MARIANO: “FUS RO DAH!!!”

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.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred fifty-six pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall! He is ‘The Scorpion’… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”

The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.

VASSA: “After finally putting an end to Darin’s nuisance, Scott Stevens will enter the Warzone!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of those two.”

VASSA: “Probably not, they’ve been a pain in each others ass for years as it is.”

As he finally gets to the cage, he enters and then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares over the crowd. As icy glare and a throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.

“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”

With 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”

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.

POWERS: “Making her way to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall! She is ‘The Triggering Queen’, Lauryn WWOOLLFFEE!!!”

She completely ignores everyone, as she only has the cage and two rings 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.

“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 rubs both of her hands across the golden plate of her 4CW Tag Team Championship. She tosses her hair back behind her shoulders before she begins to walk towards the ring with the crowd still clamoring 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… one half of the reigning 4CW Tag Team Champions… ‘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 removed her championship belt from around her waist before holding it up high in the air 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. The arena is abuzz as the fans wait in anticipation for what’s next for them. The lights brighten for the next star about to come out. The big screens come a light as the beginning guitar riffs to “Porn Star Dancing” hit the sound system. There’s a pause before Genevie makes her way out from behind the curtain just as the words of the song begin. She smiles brightly as the crowd boos her appearance and then rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She raised as she shakes her hips and body along to the lyrics of the song, disregarding everyone else. After a few moments she begins making her way to the ring with a sexy strut, the smirk never leaving her face.

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

At this point Genevie has made her way to the ring apron. She’ll pose seductively against the ropes before puckering her lips and giving a wink to the crowd. This gets lots of boos but some of the males of the audience whistle and throw cheers her way. She wraps her arms around the top rope and flips backwards into the ring. Flipping her long hair back and sliding her hands seductively down the side of her body as she mouths the word FLAWLESS and waves off the crowds booing with disgust as she makes her way to the corner and begins stretching as her theme fades out. The synth-pop chiptune opening of The Protomen’s “Due Vendetta” begins to play as a variant of the Mega Man 2 Character Select screen appears on the video screen, showing 8 of the possible participants in the Warzone. A cursor lights up each participant as the guitars kick in and Raul Panter’s robotic-sounding voice echoes out through the PA system, spinning faster and faster through each different verse.

“Cut, Guts, Fire, Wood

Air, Quick, Bubble, Metal

Crash, Flash, Heat, Bomb

Ice, Fire, Wily, Rock

Cutman, Gutsman, Fireman, Wily

Iceman, Bombman, Elecman, ROCKMAN

Airman, Quickman, Woodman, Bubbleman

Crashman, Flashman, Heatman, Metalman”

Though the voice continues, the cursor stops at ‘Crashman’, stopping on the image of Bryan Laughlin. The camera pans out and we see the stage is set up like a real-life version of the Crashman stage from Mega Man 2, with a large silhoutte screen in the middle of the entrance ramp. A strobe light blares at the entrance showing a figure behind the screen.

“Cutman, Gutsman, Fireman, Iceman

Sniper Joe, Rush Jet, Dr. Light, MEGAMAN!”

At the last word an explosion of pyro rocks the ‘level’ and the screen drops- revealing Adrian Tanner Junior, dressed in his usual wrestling tights and boots with a blue color scheme, blue skin-tight shirt (think Rollins/Reigns shirt things they wear while wrestling), a blue amateur wrestling headpiece made to look like a helmet, and blue elbow pads, with a strange blue gun-like contraption on his left arm. Mike Powers does his best Reggie Fils-Aimé impression.

POWERS: ”Introducing next- from the Year 20AA, built for one, well, two purposes! To bring destruction to all the evil Assholes plaguing the world, and to help bring Just the Tip to Perry Wallace’s nightmares- HE IS THE SUPAH FIGHTING ASSASSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

MEEEEEEEGGGGAAAAAAA-TAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!”

As Powers calls out his name, ‘Mega-Tan’ cocks the weird device on his fist into the air and fire, setting off a smaller explosion of pyro from the hand cannon. He power walks down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on the way down, before sliding into the ring. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle, aiming the cannon again up into the sky above the crowd and fires a second time, another smaller explosion of pyro shooting out from the gun as the crowd cheers. Then he drops down off the ropes with a grin, taking the hand cannon off and settling into his pre-match warmup.

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

Nickname Eazy E yo’ 8-ball junkie.

Bass drum kickin to show my shit

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

“8-ball” by N.W.A. continues to blare over the speakers as Elijah Carlson emerges from the backstage area wearing a pair of black wrestling tights with his name in red lettering across the back and a leather jacket covering his upper body. Boo’s reign down from the heavens and throughout the arena as the crowd expresses their displeasure with him and his willingness to “sell out” to the King and Queen of 4CW.

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

Halfway down the ramp he reaches out to high five a kid but just as the kid is about to slap his hand back Eli pulls his hand away and laughs right in the childs face. He struts the rest of the way down the ramp and then rolls himself into the ring, standing up with his arms extended out wide and a smile that said he was his own biggest fan.

”See a big ass and I say word

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

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

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

Calmly Eli circles the ring and everyone in it, his eyes never once leaving anyone else, before moving to his own corner as the referee directed him. The lights in the arena go completely black as the sound of the opening guitar riffs of “Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play. A single spotlight shines on the stage.

POWERS: “From Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-two pounds.. standing at six foot three inches tall…”

Smoke fills the stage as a medieval throne rises to the center of the stage. Seated on the throne is Jason P. Davidson in a fur cape and crown upon his head. The 4CW XTV and Tag Team Championships proudly displayed on his lap and shining in the spotlight. A loud chorus of boo’s is heard before the lights in the arena go completely black again.

“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head

Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid

Children roam the streets, now orphans of war

Bodies hanging in the streets to adore”

The lights in the arena come back on and flames explode from either side of the stage as Jason rises from the throne with a mighty roar. He tosses off the cape and locks his eyes down towards the ring as he makes his way down the ramp with the Championships slung over his right shoulder.

“Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,

Bringing daylight to the night

Death is riding into town with armor,

They’ve come to take all your rights”

POWERS: “He is the Conqueror… Wrestling’s one true Royalty… the King of Everything… One half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions and the XTV Champion! Here is JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”

Jason makes his way up the steel ring steps and along the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises the Championships high into the air as flashbulbs go off all over the arena.

“Hail to the king, hail to the one

Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun

Hail to the king

Hail!

Hail!

Hail!

The King…”

Jason hops down into the ring before walking to the center as he places the Championships back over his right shoulder. He raises his arms into the air letting out another mighty roar as the referee comes over and removes the crown from the top of his head.

VASSA: “Holy shit it’s about to go down! I’m so excited!”

JOHNSON: “Calm down, Vinny. Get a hold of yourself!”

VASSA: “I can’t! This is the one match that I look forward to the most every year that 4CW has been in existence.”

JOHNSON: “It’s one of the biggest, bloodiest, craziest matches that we have in the 4CW lineup.”

VASSA: “Last year’s Warzone of Horror’s featured six people but this year we’ve raised the bar and will feature eight people. Once again, the XTV Championship is on the line as well!”

JOHNSON: “That would explain the magnitude of weaponry at ringside and hanging from the sides of the cage.”

VASSA: “These people are going to destroy each other!”

JOHNSON: “We have four people in this thing aligned somewhat. You could say that they’re a team going in to this thing.”

VASSA: “Bullshit! This isn’t a team concept. You see that contract hanging above the cage, just underneath that ladder bolted to the top?”

JOHNSON: “I do. That’s the first place in this whole mess of a match.”

VASSA: “That piece of paper is the key to what each and every person in this match wants to hold around their waists. Comradery goes out the window when you throw the 4CW Championship into the picture.”

JOHNSON: “That’s if they can even make it out of the cage alive. With the XTV Championship in the mix and the amount of weapons on hand, this is going to be a bloodbath.”

VASSA: “We have what you could call the best of the best in 4CW, next to Jair Hopkins, in the ring tonight. Any one of these individuals could find themselves facing the champ at Winter Wasteland.”

JOHNSON: “A lot of people have JPD pegged to win this thing given the streak he’s been on as of late.”

VASSA: “ANYONE is capable of winning this. Lucky for him, the Tag Team Championships aren’t on the line so he and Tara can rest easy knowing they’d still be a champion in 4CW if things don’t quite go in their favor.”

JOHNSON: “With three women in this thing, we could very well see the makings of the second female 4CW Champion begin her climb to the top of the mountain.”

VASSA: “We had a female 4CW Champion going into last year’s Warzone of Horrors. Remember what happened to her?”

JOHNSON: “I do remember what happened. She was hung from the top of the ladder by piano wire at the hands of Dakota who would then go on to claim the belt as his own.”

VASSA: “Maybe it’s karma catching up with him then after pulling stunts like that without even thinking twice about the person he harms.”

JOHNSON: “Enough with the talking! Let’s get down to business!”

VASSA: “I couldn’t have said it better myself, Steve.”

JOHNSON: “May the best man ort woman win.”

VASSA: “And may the second best man or woman walk away with the XTV Championship!”

The camera begins to slowly scan the sides of the cage where various weapons hang from the metal links. Scattered upon the floor, even more weapons are seen, giving those inside the deadliest tools to end their opponents night once and for all. With all of the wrestlers gathered in one of the rings, the official stands in the center of them all. Slowly turning his body, he makes eye contact with each and every one before making a complete circle. As the crowd looks on in anticipation, the official then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell before rushing out of the way and to safety.

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

Standing together on one side of the ring, Genie, Eli, Tara, and JPD look across the ring to the other four consisting of Adrian, Lauryn, Mariano, and Stevens. A loud battle cry is heard from Eli as he yells directly into the air. Both groups of people then charge towards one another, colliding in the center of the ring in a violent exchange.

Slamming his fist into JPD’s jaw, Stevens knocks him backwards and into the ropes where he catches himself. Charging towards him full speed, Stevens lowers his shoulder and drives it into JPD’s stomach, tackling him through the ropes and to the outside.

Kicking her foot upward, Tara plants it into Adrian’s stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the impact. Wrapping her arm around Adrian’s head, Tara then drops him to the canvas head first with a snap DDT. Adrian’s body straightens up as his feet point directly to the ceiling before he crashes over and falls to his back. Crawling over top of him, Tara then begins hitting him with rapid lefts and rights to the face.

Knocking Genie off balance, Lauryn slaps her across the chest with back to back chops. As she falls backwards, she quickly reaches out and locks onto her wrist, pulling her upward and into a European uppercut from her other arm. As Genie’s head whips backwards, Lauryn kicks her in the stomach and then grabs onto her head with both hands before dropping down to a seated position and leveling Genie with a sit-out jawbreaker.

Throwing a right punch aimed for Eli’s head, Mariano comes up short as Eli blocks it with his left arm and then fires back with a right punch to his chest. Stepping in behind Mariano, Eli then lifts him off his feet and slams him to the mat with a belly to back suplex.

JOHNSON: “We’re off to the races folks as chaos consumes the Warzone!”

VASSA: “So far it’s one side against the other but give it time, I’m sure that will change and someone will go full blown Judas.”

On the outside of the ring, JPD and Stevens exchange punches, literally beating the life out of one another as they take their turns. Connecting with a right, JPD knocks Stevens back a step but only to get a right in return as Stevens plants his foot and lunges forward. Shaking his head and clearing the cobwebs, JPD then swings for Stevens head with a right hook but comes up empty as Stevens leans back, barely dodging JPD’s hand as it zips past his face. Swinging upward, Stevens plants his fist directly underneath JPD’s chin, hitting him with an uppercut and knocking him backwards into the cage.

Reaching above his head, JPD wraps his hands around a pane of glass and rips it away from the cage. Swinging downward, he slams it against the top of Stevens head, shattering it into a million pieces as it explodes. Dropping down to one knee, Stevens lowers his head, revealing a nasty cut as blood begins pouring from it. JPD then grabs ahold of him, standing Stevens up and pulling him over to the cage. Pressing Stevens face against the metal links in the fence, JPD then begins dragging him from one end to the other, keeping his face pressed against the cold steel.

Inside the ring, Lauryn has Genie trapped in the corner with nowhere to go. She then unloads on Genie’s midsection with a fury of punches. Out of nowhere, Genie reaches forward and grabs two handfuls of hair, pulling Lauryn in and slamming her into the corner as she rotates them both. Drawing back, Genie then swings forward as hard as she can, connecting with a stinging slap across Lauryn’s face. Genie then takes a step back before spinning once more and connecting with a roundhouse kick. Lifting Lauryn into the air, Genie then sits her on top of the corner as she then ascends to the middle rope. Standing over Lauryn, Genie then begins pounding away at her head with hard rights as the crowd counts along with each landing blow.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight! … Nine!”

Stopping for just a short moment, Genie then takes a quick moment to pose for the crowd before turning her attention back to Lauryn and connecting with a final punch.

“Ten!”

Genie then wraps her arm around Lauryn’s head and tosses Lauryn’s over hers before grabbing the back of her pants. Genie then goes to lift Lauryn off the corner for a superplex but doesn’t get far as Lauryn hooks her leg with Genie’s, keeping her weight down. Genie kicks her leg away and goes for another attempt but Lauryn quickly locks her leg once more, keeping herself down. Grabbing onto the back of Genie’s pants, Lauryn then lifts her up into the air and falls backwards as the two enter the other ring, Lauryn connecting with the suplex from the top.

VASSA: “One ring just isn’t enough to contain this carnage!”

JOHNSON: “We have JPD and Stevens on the outside, and now we have Genie and Lauryn in the second ring.”

VASSA: “Lauryn wasn’t going to sit idle and let Genie take her down from the top. She took matters into her own hands.”

Back in the first ring, Eli and pulls Mariano up to his feet and begins kicking at his legs. With Mariano off balance, Eli then shoots in for a single leg takedown but gets rejected as Mariano sprawls and comes down on top of him. Wrapping Eli’s body up with both arms, Mariano then begins ramming his knees into Eli’s shoulders over and over, exchanging back and forth between his left and right knees. Crawling over Eli’s back, Mariano quickly grabs his foot and applies an ankle lock.

Howling in pain, Eli fights to break free but doesn’t as Mariano rests on his back with the ankle lock in tact. Across the ring, Adrian lifts Tara onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before dropping her with a facebreaker. As he stands, he looks across the ring to Mariano trying to snap Eli’s ankle in half. Taking off from stand still, Adrian gains quite a bit of speed before jumping upward, feet aimed forward, and flying towards Mariano. Planting both feet into the back of Mariano’s head, Adrian hits him with a drop kick, breaking his hold on Eli’s ankle.

Pushing himself up to his feet, he then looks through the ropes to the other ring where Lauryn and Genie are battling it out. He then pops up and runs forward, leaping into the air and landing on the top rope with both feet. Springboarding off the top rope dividing both rings, Adrian flies in between Genie and Lauryn, wrapping both of their heads with each arm and driving them into the canvas with a double tornado DDT!

VASSA: “Hot damn! Adrian is bringing the excitement to this cluster fuck!”

JOHNSON: “He’s talked a big game and it’s been a pleasure watching him in the ring thus far. He truly adds another element to this match.”

With both women lying side by side on their backs, Adrian covers them both as one of the officials from the outside slides into the ring for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “There it is! We have our first pin of the night and Adrian Tanner Jr. is currently your XTV Champion.”

VASSA: “Where the hell did that official come from!?”

JOHNSON: “If you weren’t so focused on the action both in and out of the ring, you’d notice that we have one official in the ring and two on the outside.”

VASSA: “With a match this big where anything can happen at any given moment, it would be impossible for one official to do it all.”

Back to the first ring, Eli and Mariano slowly climb to their feet before locking their sights on one another and raging into an all out brawl. Meanwhile, Tara is back on her feet but focused in the opposite direction where her husband, JPD, and Stevens are a bloody mess tearing each other apart on the outside of the ring. With the actual XTV Championship in hand, Stevens then begins swinging violently with it towards JPD, missing as the former XTV champ backsteps. Stevens then steps forward and draws the belt back with a fake, catching JPD off guard as he opens himself up for a shot to the head. Standing over JPD’s body with the belt in hand, Stevens begins mouthing off as the camera then focuses on JPD’s face covered in blood.

In the corner of his eye, Stevens catches a glimpse of Tara as she vaults herself over the top rope. Turning his attention to her, Stevens can’t escape as she comes down and wipes him out with a crossbody. The belt flies from Stevens hand as he breaks Tara’s fall from above. She then climbs to her feet and quickly rushes over to JPD, helping him up to his. As she checks in with him, wiping the blood from his eyes, Stevens slowly begins getting up. Ripping his head away from Tara’s hands, JPD raises his arm up, pushing her away from him and clearing a path to Stevens. Tara then swats JPD’s arm away, drawing his undivided attention. The two then exchange words, ignoring Stevens as he fully stands. He then moves in behind them unnoticed and grabs onto each of their heads. Slamming them forward, he forces them to kiss as their heads collide.

JPD then pushes Tara away, knocking her back first into the apron as he then whips around and swings for Stevens’ head. Closing in on Stevens’ face, JPD misses as Stevens ducks underneath and thrusts forward, wrapping JPD up and driving him backwards. Approaching the corner of the ring, Stevens slams JPD into the ringside steps, and then two tumble over them as JPD falls backwards. Grabbing onto JPD’s head with both hands, Stevens then begins slamming the back of his head against the top of the steps over and over until knocking him into a daze. Releasing his hold, Stevens then pushes himself away and stands over JPD with his feet to the floor.

JOHNSON: “Oh wait, what do we have here?!”

VASSA: “Turn around Scotty!”

Rushing in behind Stevens, Tara grabs onto him and spins him around. She then moves in and takes him to the floor with a face buster.

JOHNSON: “The Face Lift!”

VASSA: “Oh she’s fucking pissed!”

Crawling over Stevens body, Tara then goes for the pin as the official from that side of the ring on the outside races over for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: “NNOOOO!!!”

Ripping Tara off of Stevens, JPD breaks up the pin before the officials hand can slap the floor for the three count. Furious, Tara slams her palms to the floor and then pushes herself up. She then cuts her attention to JPD and moves in closer, screaming at the top of her lungs. The two then argue back and forth, seeing who can yell louder than the other, ignoring everything else surrounding them.

VASSA: “Get your popcorn folks because we have a domestic issue and this time it isn’t Genie and Eli.”

JOHNSON: “This is down right despicable! JPD just couldn’t allow Tara to score a pinfall over Stevens and win the XTV Championship.”

VASSA: “Does he even know he’s lost it?”

JPD then pushes Tara aside before dropping down to his knees and covering Stevens. The official then drops to the floor once more for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

VASSA: “HAH!!!”

At the last possible split second, Tara latches onto JPD’s leg, pulling him off of Stevens before the three count can be completed.

JOHNSON: “Tara returns the favor!”

VASSA: “This is starting to get good.”

JOHNSON: “We all know how you love drama.”

VASSA: “Welcome to 4CW!”

Erupting to his feet, JPD turns to Tara with anger in his eyes. The two then get into another heated argument at ringside. Back inside the ropes, Mariano hits Eli with an elbow shot to the mouth before following up with a snapmare, flipping him over to his back. Instantly, Eli climbs to his feet but before he can turn around, Mariano is right there with a kick to the center of his back. Grabbing onto Eli’s head, Mariano rolls him over and up to his feet before holding him in place and hitting him with a stiff right hand. Taking a step backwards, Mariano shrugs his shoulders while looking to Eli and saying “problem?” He then lunges forward with an overhead right, missing as Eli ducks out of the way and steps in behind him. Quickly turning around to face Eli, Mariano leaves himself open as Eli kicks his foot up and aims it for his gut. Catching Eli’s foot, Mariano then spins him to the left and as Eli completes a full revolution, Eli lunges forward with a clothesline. Dodging the attack, Mariano latches onto Eli’s wrist and then goes to whip him to the ropes. Reversing the throw, Eli sends Mariano to the ropes instead. As Mariano approaches the ropes, he grabs onto the top one before jumping up and vaulting himself up and over. Flipping through the air, Mariano splits Tara and JPD, hitting them with a double clothesline! Tara stumbles to the right as JPD stumbles to the left, crashing into the door of the cage and busting through to the other side.

JOHNSON: “That was some quick on the go thinking from Mariano.”

VASSA: “In a match like this you have to be aware of your surroundings because there can literally be anyone in whatever direction you look.”

JOHNSON: “Luckily for him, JPD and Tara were having a domestic issue on the outside right where Eli sent him barreling.”

Looking to the opposite ring, Eli spots both Adrian and Lauryn teaming up on Genie in the far corner across the Warzone. Holding Genie in place with her arms behind her back, Adrian subdues Genie as Lauryn unloads on her midsection with rights and lefts.

VASSA: “Let’s hope that she isn’t pregnant again. We’ve already witnessed her have one abortion in the ring at our last pay-per-view.”

Dipping through the ropes, Eli enters the other ring before rushing over to assist Genie. Spotting him over both Genie and Lauryn’s shoulders, Adrian then pushes Genie forward, sending her crashing into Lauryn as the two ladies fall to the mat. Leaping over both Genie and Lauryn’s bodies, Eli flies through the air, closing in on Adrian and hitting him square in the chops with a solid right hand. Falling backwards, Adrian crashes into the corner as his arms drape over the top ropes holding himself up. Kicking his foot up, Adrian plants his foot into Eli’s stomach, sending him backwards and tripping over Lauryn behind him. Stepping forward, Adrian steps down onto Genie before jumping straight into the air and coming down with an elbow drop aimed for Eli’s chest.

Rolling out of the way, Eli leaves nothing but empty canvas to break Adrian’s fall as he comes down. The two then race to their feet, Eli standing first. As Adrian pushes himself up from one knee, Eli takes a swing for his head but Adrian leans to the side, avoiding contact. Locking onto Eli’s wrist, Adrian then goes to throw him to the ropes but Eli manages to pull off another reverse, sending Adrian to the corner across the ring. As Adrian crashes against the corner, Eli then takes off and charges towards him full speed. Going for a clothesline as he closes in, Eli leaves himself open as Adrian pops out of the corner and trips Eli up, taking him down with a drop toe hold face first onto the middle turnbuckle.

After pushing himself up, Adrian looks down to Eli face down on the mat in a world of pain. He then raises his attention across the ring where Genie and Lauryn exchange punches with one another. After connecting with a solid left, Genie quickly follows up with a right, this time not connecting as Lauryn swats her hand away before it can make contact with her face. Jumping up, Lauryn plants both feet into Genie’s chest with a drop kick, knocking her backwards into the ropes. As Genie bounces off and returns, Lauryn quickly pops up to her feet and ducks down, lifting Genie into the air onto her shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Lauryn then drops Genie across her knee with a gut butster. As Genie flips over and falls onto her back, Lauryn then hops over her and darts for the ropes ahead. Coming back on the rebound, Lauryn then flips forward in mid-air and lands across Genie, hitting her with a running senton.

VASSA: “Lauryn is giving her hell!”

JOHNSON: “A lot of people underestimate Lauryn and I don’t understand why. She taking the fight to Genie right now and showing off her in-ring abilities.”

Lauryn then rolls over and covers Genie for the pin as the official drops down to the mat with the count, grabbing Adrian attention.

ONE

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Racing across the ring, Adrian heads straight for them as the officials hand swings downward to the mat.

TWO

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Leaping into the air, Adrian raises both arms above his head, locking his hands for a double axe handle as he begins his descent.

THR–

Rolling out of the way, Lauryn removes herself from harms way as Adrian comes down and connects with the double axe handle to Genie’s chest.

JOHNSON: “It’s like she knew he was about to break up the pin.”

VASSA: “Maybe she did. You should give Lauryn a little more credit.”

Popping up to her feet, Lauryn then waits until Adrian looks up before jumping towards him and driving both knees into his face. Still on his knees and not going down, Adrian wobbles back and forth as Lauryn slowly gets back to her feet. She then turns to the ropes and hits them hard before coming back and hitting Adrian in the face with a drop kick, driving through his face with both feet and sending him to his back.

JOHNSON: “It’s the Heartbreaker!”

VASSA: “More like the face breaker…”

JOHNSON: “You’re right about that but sometimes you have to work with what’s in front of you.”

VASSA: “Here’s the pin attempt to dethrone Adrian.”

Ignoring Genie at inches away, Lauryn crawls over to Adrian and makes the cover, rolling over his body as she hooks his leg. Racing to the scene, the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

VASSA: “The Triggering Queen, Lauryn Wolfe!”

As Lauryn pushes herself up to one knee, she looks up only to brace herself as Eli rushes in and levels her with a running boot to the face. He then turns to Genie and tends to her as the view jumps to the outside of the ring.

One the outside of the ring, Mariano and JPD beat each other senseless in an exchange of punches. Lunging forward with both hands, JPD wraps them around Mariano’s head before pulling him over to the barricade and slamming his face down onto it. He then pulls Mariano away from the barricade and bends him over, pulling his head between his legs. Wrapping both arms around Mariano’s waist, JPD then lifts him into the air and throws him forward into the barricade with a powerbomb. Surveying the damage, JPD then turns to look up the cage but Stevens is right there with the XTV Championship in hand, swinging it towards his face. Throwing both hands up, JPD latches onto the championship and the two then engage in a game of tug of war. Pulling the belt in opposite directions, they try to rip the belt from the others hands. Neither man releasing their hold, the two struggle back and forth, fighting one another in a test of strength.

Inside of the cage but on the floor, Tara looks through the links of the cage and locks her eyes on JPD and Stevens. She then scans the walls of the cage before setting her sights on a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire hanging by it’s leg. Pulling the chair down from the wall of the cage, she clutches the legs in both hands before turning towards the open door and making her way to the outside. Closing in on the two still struggling with the belt between them, Tara raises the chair above her head, unnoticed by the two. As she takes a swing for the back of Stevens’ head, JPD kicks him in the chest, sending him falling backwards as he releases his grip on the belt. With her swing in full motion, Tara’s eyes light up as the chair closes in and smashes JPD’s face.

TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK!!!

VASSA: “Ho-ly shit!”

JOHNSON: “Tara just crushed her husbands skull with that steel chair!”

VASSA: “We have a domestic violence issue on our hands folks!”

Falling to his knees, JPD wobbles back and both with the chair folded around his skull. The barbed wire pierces his skin as blood trickles from the small lacerations. The belt then falls from his hands as Tara releases the chair and takes a step backwards. She stares down at the chair with no emotion in her face as her skin begins turning pale. She continues taking steps back until coming to a stop as she backs into Stevens. Slowly turning around, her eyes then light up once more as Stevens kicks her in the stomach and locks onto her head, dropping her to the floor with a three-quarter facelock front bulldog.

JOHNSON: “Stevens strikes with the Toxic Sting!”

VASSA: “TTAARRAAAA!!!”

Rolling Tara over to her back, Stevens then makes the cover as an official on the outside of the cage rushes over to make the count.

ONE

Pushing himself up from the barricade, Mariano then sets his sights on JPD still on his knees and wobbling back and forth with the chair still wrapped around his head.

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TWO

Stepping forward, Mariano then jumps up and hits JPD in the back of the head with a step-up enzuigiri.

JOHNSON: “The Gadfly!”

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “Stevens scores one over Tara!”

JOHNSON: “The XTV Championship changes hands once again!”

Falling forward, JPD crashes to the floor as the chair finally releases itself from his skull, revealing a head covered in blood. Mariano then rolls JPD to his back and makes the cover as the official looks to his side and begins a new count.

ONE

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Pushing himself up, Stevens climbs to one knee.

TWO

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Leaping forward, Stevens goes to break then pin as the officials hand slaps the floor a third time.

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Just a second too late!”

Slamming both arms onto Mariano’s back, Stevens comes up short with his attempt to break up the pin. He then grabs ahold of Mariano and stands to his feet, pulling him up as well. With a hand on the back of Mariano’s head, Stevens walks him towards the cage before throwing him forward, face first into the steel.

VASSA: “That had to of been the shortest championship reign EVER!”

JOHNSON: “It isn’t over yet! There’s still plenty of violence to be had.”

VASSA: “Look inside of the ring!”

On the inside of the cage, within the ropes, Genie and Eli fight side by side, working together and fending off Lauryn and Adrian. Slapping Lauryn across the face, Genie then spins around and connects with a roundhouse kick, knocking her backwards into the ropes. Wrapping her arms around the top rope, Lauryn holds herself from rebounding as Genie then charges towards her full speed. Closing in, Genie hits Lauryn with a clothesline and both women go up and over the top rope, crashing down to the floor below.

Throwing his hand up, Eli hits Adrian in the throat with a chop, cutting off his oxygen supply. He then steps in beside Adrian and drops him to his back with a Russian leg sweep. Climbing on top of Adrian, Eli then attacks with a ground and pound, hitting Adrian from all angles with a fury of punches. Drawing back his furthest, Eli then goes for the kill shot but as his hand comes within inches of Adrian’s face, Adrian locks onto his wrist with both hands, stopping its travel and avoiding the impact. Adrian then pulls Eli downward while popping his head up from the mat and connecting with a vicious headbutt.

Rolling over to his side, Eli holds his hands over his head, giving Adrian ample time to climb to his feet. With Eli down at his feet, Adrian then begins kicking him in the ribs over and over, bringing back a pain Eli hasn’t felt in many weeks.

VASSA: “There goes all progress on Eli’s ribs healing.”

JOHNSON: “Given the condition his ribs are in, it’s the perfect target for anyone when going head to head with the man.”

With Eli curled up at his feet and clutching his ribs, Adrian then looks over his shoulder to the outside where Genie and Lauryn are locked up, pulling away at each others hair and jerking each other violently. Adrian then darts in their direction and as he gets closer to the ropes, he leaps forward through them and flies through the air, colliding into both ladies with a suicide dive. The three fall to the floor, both women breaking Adrian’s fall. Covering Lauryn, Adrian goes for the quick pin as the nearby official rushes over for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: “NNOOO!!!”

Pulling Adrian off of Lauryn, Genie breaks up the pin at the last second. She then unloads with a series of punches to Adrian’s head, knocking him more and more into a daze as each punch lands. Climbing to her feet, Genie then pulls Adrian up as well. She then pushes him face first into the cage before looks up and ripping a Halloween pumpkin prop from the wall. As Adrian turns around to face her, Genie quickly raises it above her head and swings downward, smashing it into pieces over Adrian’s head. Thumbtacks explode from the insides and cover the floor around them as Adrian falls back into the cage.

Lauryn then gets back to her feet and delivers a stinging punch to Adrian’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Adrian then slides down the cage before stopping in a seated position on the floor with his back against it. Both Genie and Lauryn then begin stomping on Adrian together, working together for once to wear down a mutual threat. Inside of the ring, Eli finally stands to his feet and limps his way to the edge of the ring before dipping through the ropes and dropping down to the floor. Splitting Genie and Lauryn, Eli pulls Adrian up from the floor as the two ladies begin barking demands in his ear. Screaming loudly over Lauryn, Genie points to the thumbtacks scattered across the floor. With a smile on his face, Eli then locks his arm around Adrian’s head and grabs onto the back of his pants. Lifting Adrian into the air quickly, Eli flips him up and over, dropping him back first onto the thumbtacks with a suplex.

JOHNSON: “OH MY!!!”

VASSA: “I bet Adrian wasn’t expecting an acupuncture treatment tonight.”

JOHNSON: “Look at you, sitting over there on point with the references.”

Rolling over to his side, Adrian releases a loud moan as the camera zooms into the many thumbtacks piercing his back. Instantly, blood begins trickling from the holes as his back has now become a pincushion. Back on his feet, Eli looks to both Genie and Lauryn with a nod before the three unite and begin stomping on Adrian.

VASSA: “It’s now three on one and Adrian is in trouble.”

On the outside of the cage, Stevens delivers a beating to Mariano as JPD and Tara slowly climb to their feet. Swinging forward with all of his might, Stevens attempted to knock Mariano’s head off but misses as his fist crashes into the cage. Mariano then counts with a uppercut underneath Stevens’ armpit. As the two exchange blows, JPD sneaks in behind them and grabs both of their heads, one in each hand, before slamming them into the cage. He then pulls their head back and slams them together, forcing the two into a nasty headbutt. Both men fall to all fours and just as they do, Tara steps in beside JPD. Still angry from what happened earlier, he quickly turns to her and pushes her away, sending her rolling to the floor. Looking down at his feet, JPD then jumps straight into the air and comes down, planting each of his feet onto the backs of Mariano’s and Steven’s head, driving them face first into the floor with a double curb stomp.

VASSA: “WHOA!!!”

JOHNSON: “Did he ju–“

VASSA: “Double curb stomp!”

JOHNSON: “Bow to the King times two!”

Surveying the damage, a cocky smirk comes across his face before the camera zooms in to read his lips “fuck this.” JPD then turns his attention to the cage and grabs onto it with both hands, beginning his climb. Back on her feet, Tara looks at the wreckage covering the floor before JPD catches her attention making his way upward. She quickly rushes over and locks onto his leg with both hands. “What the fuck?” JPD says as he looks over his shoulder only to find Tara below stopping his movement. He then kicks his foot and drives it into her face, knocking her to the floor. “This match is all about me!” JPD says before looking back up the cage and resuming his climb.

Stepping through the door, Lauryn exits the cage and enters what appears to be a crime scene with bodies stretched across the floor. She then notices something moving above her head only to then look up and spot JPD. Grabbing onto the cage, Lauryn then begins climbing as well, a little faster than JPD and eventually catching up to his height as they reach the midway point.

Exiting the cage next, Genie and Eli walk onto the scene and quickly turn to the outside of the cage, beginning their climb.

Back on her feet, Tara can’t believe her eyes now that four people are climbing to the top. She quickly rushes over to the cage and grabs onto it only to get caught by surprise as Stevens wraps his arm around her throat. Ripping Tara away from the cage, Stevens holds her in place, choking her as her face begins to slowly turn red. Kicking her foot up, Tara plants it between his legs. Releasing his grip, Stevens lunges over and begins slowly back stepping. Moving in, Tara then hits Stevens over the back of the head with a scissors kick, knocking him face first into the floor.

JOHNSON: “The Goodnight Kiss!”

VASSA: “I know somewhere that she can plant two lips.”

JOHNSON: “Oh be quiet!”

Dropping to her knees, Tara quickly rolls Stevens over and covers him as the official nearby slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “About time some booty came to the XTV division!”

JOHNSON: “Booty? I think you mean beauty.”

VASSA: “Nah, Steve. I’m talking about booty. Just look at it.”

As Tara rises to her feet, Mariano is right there to catch her by surprise with a stiff kick to the midsection. He then slams her face into the steel cage and quickly wraps both arms around her waist. Attempting to lift her up for a German suplex, Tara locks onto the cage, preventing him from pulling her away. Setting her back down, Mariano goes to lift her once more but this time Tara throws her arm back, driving her elbow into Mariano’s head. She then spins around and levels him with a right hook, sending him crashing into the barricade. Turning to the cage, she then begins her climb as JPD and Lauryn make their way to the top.

Standing first, Lauryn rushes JPD and tackles him to the top of the cage. The two then roll towards the edge where JPD mounts himself on top of her. JPD presses down on Lauryn’s head as it hangs over the side of the cage. Meanwhile, Genie and Eli make it to the top. The two quickly rush towards the ladder in the center where the contract hangs above. In the corner of his eye, JPD spots the two and quickly releases Lauryn and stands to his feet. Rushing over, he steps in between them and the ladder. blocking its path. The three then begin debating over who should climb to the top and grab the contract.

Below, Stevens has gotten back to his feet and begins climbing the cage, looking up at Tara’s behind the entire time with a grin on his face. Pushing himself back up to his feet, Mariano then approaches the cage but is quickly cut off as Adrian finally bursts through the doorway. Catching Mariano by surprise, Adrian kicks him in the back of the knee, forcing it to give out from underneath him as he drops down to it. Turning to the cage, Adrian then begins his climb. Shortly after, Mariano forces himself up and begins pulling himself towards the top as well.

JOHNSON: “Things are being taken to a new level ladies and gentlemen.”

VASSA: “We already have four people up top, three of which are arguing over who should get the contract. Then we have four more making their way up.”

JOHNSON: “Make that five! Tara has now made her way to the top of the cage.”

VASSA: “And Stevens is not far behind.”

As the three continue to argue in front of the ladder, Tara quickly rushes over and joins in the argument. Not standing with her husband, she takes a side of her own, even demanding for JPD to stand down. Refusing to acknowledge her request, JPD steps in between the group and grabs onto the ladder. Shocked at what’s happening in front of them, the three then begin fussing about what’s happening but not doing anything about it. Out of nowhere, Lauryn jumps in the middle of them all and begins handing out punches to all four. Grabbing onto the back of JPD’s pants, Lauryn pulls him back down to the top of the cage. He then spins around and throws a wild arm, missing Lauryn but connecting with Eli and knocking him down to his back.

Enraged, Genie pushes JPD back against the ladder before screaming at him as loudly as she can. Laughing it off, JPD then turns back to the ladder and heads upward. This time, Genie grabs onto JPD and pulls him back to his feet. Balling his fists and turning around to face her, anger consumes JPD as he steps in closer, standing face to face with her and looking down into her eyes. Tara then forces herself between the two, keeping them from ripping each other apart. Seeing an opportunity, Lauryn then grabs JPD by the head and slams it into the step of the ladder. Tara and Genie then turn to Lauryn but she greets them with a slap to the face and she swings both hands together.

Once at the top, Stevens looks on at the sight of what appears to be something right out of a school playground as the three lock up and begin pulling at each others hair. He then races over and pulls Tara away from the cluster before throwing her to the side by her arm. Rolling across the top of the cage, Tara rolls off the edge but grabs onto the top with one hand, catching herself from falling to the depths below. Seeing it all, JPD quickly rushes over to save her as he reaches down and locks onto her arm. Pulling her up, feet above the announcers booth.

VASSA: “Well what do you know. He actually put her safety above everything else.”

JOHNSON: “That’s a long fall, Vinny.”

VASSA: “it is. Would be hard for her to perform her marital duties covered in a body cast.”

JOHNSON: “You think that’s why he saved her?”

VASSA: “I can’t think of any other reasons.”

Finally pulling Tara up to the top of the cage, JPD holds her with both arms as the two share a tender moment. Ruining the moment, Stevens then rushes in and slams both fists onto JPD’s back, pushing him forward. Falling off the top, Tara goes first as JPD falls second.

VASSA: “Holy shit!”

JOHNSON: “Get out of the way!”

Vassa and Johnson quickly get up from their seats and run in opposite directions. As JPD and Tara falls towards the booth, JPD grabs onto Tara and wraps her up before rolling their bodies to where she’s on top of him. Gaining speed as gravity pulls them down, the two then slam onto the announcers booth, JPD first as he breaks Tara’s fall and snaps the booth in half.

CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!

VASSA: “Jesus fucking Christ!”

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”

The crowd then erupts into chanting.

“Ho-ly Shit! … Ho-ly Shit! … Ho-ly Shit! … Ho-ly Shit! … Ho-ly Shit!”

The debris of the table covers both Tara and JPD as on-site medical staff rush over to check on them.

JOHNSON: “There you have it, Vinny. JPD just sacrificed himself to save Tara from that fall.”

VASSA: “No way either of them walk away from this.”

JOHNSON: “They’ll be okay, maybe. Remember last year?”

VASSA: “R-I-P Bronx.”

Finally making it to the top, Adrian and Mariano join the party as the two have been eliminated from the top. Stevens and Eli rumble in the far corner of the cage, beating each other senseless. Thrusting his head forward, Stevens hits Eli right between the eyes with a headbutt. He then wraps Eli up with both arms and lifts him up before slamming him to the cage with a belly to belly suplex. As he looks up, Mariano is right there with a kick to the face, knocking him over to his side. Pushing himself up to all fours, Stevens leaves his back open as Mariano begins slamming forearms down onto it. Fighting through the attack, Stevens continues rising until standing to his feet. He then lunges forward and wraps Mariano up around the waist, lifting him into the air. Stevens then throws Mariano over his head with another belly to belly suplex. As Mariano slams onto the cage, his body slides across it feet first before slipping off the edge of the cage. As Mariano falls down to the floor feet first, the back of his pants get caught on the cage, catching him in mid air and stopping his fall, but giving him a wedgie instead as he hangs there.

VASSA: “HAHA! This is classic!”

JOHNSON: “Talk about being lucky! His pants are saving him from crashing to the floor right now.”

VASSA: “I don’t know fi you can consider that being lucky. Da Troll Guy looks to be in an uncomfortable position with those pants riding up his ass.”

JOHNSON: “With all the pranks he’s pulled, it’s funny to see him on the receiving end of something like this.”

As Mariano hangs helplessly on the side of the cage by his pants, the war on top of the cage continues. Jumping in between Lauryn, Eli, and Genie, Adrian goes berserk with a flurry of punches given to all surrounding him. As Adrian has his attention turned to Genie and Lauryn with punches flowing to both of them, Eli drops down and dives forward, driving his shoulder into the back of Adrian’s knee with a chop block. As Adrian rolls off of Eli’s back and down to the cage ceiling, Eli pushes himself up only to see Lauryn level Genie with a forearm to the face. Eli pops to his feet and charges Lauryn but gets blindsided as Stevens rushes in and tackles.

On top of Eli, Stevens begins pounding away at his head wildly. Unable to defend himself, Eli gets hit with lefts and rights before Stevens scoots down and begins pounding away at Eli’s ribs. Grunting in agony, the pain shows more and more on Eli’s face as each crushing blow collides with his ribs. Back on her feet, Genie hears Eli in trouble behind her and quickly turns around. Pushing Lauryn out of the way as she looks on, Genie then wraps her hands around Stevens’ head from behind, digging her fingernails into his eyes. Stevens’ assault abruptly comes to an end as he reaches up and tries to pull Genie’s hands away from his head. Digging in deep, Genie sinks her claws in. Finally catching a break, Stevens pulls her hands away as her fingernails drag across his cheeks, leaving trails of bloody scratches.

Lauryn then locks in a sleeper hold on Genie, pulling her away from Stevens as she chokes the life out of her. Holding his hands over his bloody face, Stevens leaves himself open as now Adrian has made it back to his feet. Pulling Stevens up, Adrian then drags him towards the edge of the cage where Mariano hangs below. He then locks onto Stevens and drops him with a Reverse STO Facebuster.

JOHNSON: “The Revolver!”

Bouncing up from the top of the cage, Stevens rolls over the edge and falls.

VASSA: “OH SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: “he ain’t dead yet!”

Before he falls too far, Stevens grabs onto Adrian’s arm to stop his fall. Instead, he drags Adrian across the top of the cage as the weight pulls him towards the edge. Stevens body continues going down as well as Adrian’s until the two come to a stop.

VASSA: “Adrian has the cage in his grip!”

Stevens’ hand begins sliding down Adrian’s arm from the moisture and sweat. Stevens then loses his grip and falls backwards, crashing to the floor and landing on his back, smacking his head against the floor.

JOHNSON: “Stevens just took the dive!”

VASSA: “No kind of recycling is going to save him after that nasty fall.”

JOHNSON: “Look out Adrian!”

Still hanging from his pants in an uncomfortable position, Mariano’s hands are free as he doesn’t need them to hang on. He then reaches over and begins pealing Adrian’s fingers from the cage. Adrian then uses his other hand to attack Mariano with punches as he fights to keep his grip.

Back on top of the cage, Lauryn continues choking Genie as Eli slowly gets to his feet. He steps forward to help Genie but quickly stops as Genie raises her arm and points to the contract above the ladder. Finding himself in a tough spot, Eli takes a short moment to make a decision as Genie’s face begins turning blue. Pointing to the contract once more, Genie finally gets her point across as Eli turns to look up the ladder.

VASSA: “What are you doing Eli?! Save that ho!”

JOHNSON: “She’s sacrificing herself to give Eli a clean shot at the contract.”

Grabbing onto the ladder with both hands, Eli then takes his first step in his climb to the top. He then follows with another and another before Lauryn finally releases her hold around Genie’s throat. She then runs over to the ladder and begins climbing up the opposite side. Lying on her back, Genie looks up at the ceiling as the fresh air hits her lungs. Once at the top of the ladder, Eli reaches up to grab the contract, leaving mid midsection open for Lauryn to drive her fist directly into his injured ribs.

VASSA: “We need to get you some padding to wear Eli.”

JOHNSON: “It was Lauryn who broke his ribs in the first place at Ante Up.”

VASSA: “She didn’t do a very good job at putting him away then but here she is giving it another go.”

The two then lock up on the top of the ladder, struggling with one another as Lauryn slips in quick body punches to Eli’s ribs.

On the side of the cage, Adrian continues to punch Mariano over and over as he continues pealing his hand away from the cage. Hanging on by a single finger now, Adrian throws one last punch but Mariano locks onto his wrist with one hand. With his other hand tending to Adrian’s grip, Mariano finally peels his last finger from the cage. Dropping down a bit, Adrian comes to a short stopping pause before Mariano looks down with a smile on his face and says “problem?” Mariano then releases Adrian’s wrist and watches as he falls to the floor, growing smaller and smaller as he gets further and further away.

VASSA: “Da Troll Guy let him fall!”

JOHNSON: “There’s going to be some problems after this!”

Landing on his feet, Adrian falls backwards as his legs give out from under him, falling onto Stevens. Laid out across Stevens’ lifeless body, Adrian is in the position for a pin as the outside official races over for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “He wins it again!”

VASSA: “Adrian has captured the XTV Championship for the second time tonight!”

JOHNSON: “Look up top!”

At the top of the ladder, Lauryn and Eli go back and forth, hitting each other with brain rattling punches. Both maintaining their footing, the continue to go back and forth, beating each other into a daze. Slowly climbing to her feet, Genie looks to the top of the cage as Eli and Lauryn continue beating the life out of one another. Swinging forward, Lauryn clocks Eli upside the head with a vicious right that whips his head to the side. She then follows up with a thunderous left to his ribs. Eli lunges over, holding his side with his arm. Lauryn then grabs him by the head with both hands and slams him face first onto the top step of the ladder. Wrapping his arms around the ladder, Eli holds onto it as Lauryn then looks above her head at the contract hanging above.

She then reaches up for it, coming within inches of grabbing it. Stretching her arm and legs, she raises up even higher but still manages to only come within inches. She then pulls her foot away from the step to climb even higher but just as she slightly moves upward, she quickly comes to a stop.

VASSA: “It’s Genie!”

Realizing she can’t climb up any further, Lauryn stretches one last time, this time just barely grazing the bottom of the contract with her fingertips. With Lauryn’s foot held between both hands, Genie then hops down from the ladder, pulling Lauryn down as well.

TTHHUUDD!!!

Lauryn’s chin slams against the top step of the ladder before going down to each step as Genie pulls her down.

THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!!

After slamming her head against four more steps, Lauryn then slides down the ladder as her body stretches across the top of the cage and head rests on the very bottom step. Reaching down and grabbing both of Lauryn’s arms, Genie then pulls her body up, raising her head inches above the bottom stop. She then places her foot on the back of Lauryn’s head before looking up and ladder and yelling to Eli. Slowly raises his head up, Eli looks down to Genie with Lauryn in position to end her night. Genie then yells to him once more “grab the contract baby!” As Eli poushes himself up and stands, Genie then kicks her foot down while releasing Lauryn’s arms and driving her face into the bottom step with a curb stomp.

VASSA: “HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: “The Stiletto Kiss!”

VASSA: “Oh you poor girl!”

Reaching up, Eli comes just short of reaching the contract dangling above his head. Genie then cheers for him from below with Lauryn unconscious at her feet. Taking a step up, Eli stretches as far as he can, clasping the contract between two fingers and ripping it from the hook holding it above the ladder.

JOHNSON: “He’s got it! He’s got the contract!”

JOHNSON: “Holy shit folks Eli will challenge Jair at Winter Wasteland!”

Pulling the contract against his body, Eli then tips over the side of the ladder, falling down to the top of the cage. Quickly racing over to Eli, Genie squats beside him and pulls his body up, holding him tightly against hers.

JOHNSON: “This has been one crazy match ladies and gentlemen but we’ve finally crowned a winner.”

“8-Ball” then hits the speakers as the entire arena erupts at the conclusion of the match.

VASSA: “There’s your number one contender ladies and gentlemen.”

JOHNSON: “In two months at Winter Wasteland Eli will step in the ring with Jair, who ended his previous challenger here tonight.”

VASSA: “We have a new XTV Champion too!”

JOHNSON: “After multiple exchanges, Adrian Tanner Jr. is the new XTV Champion, winning his first championship in 4CW.”

VASSA: “Just look at the wreckage left behind from all of this.”

Holding Eli tightly, Genie cares for him as the two look at the contract in his hands.

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

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners… the new 4CW XTV Champion… ADRIAN TANNER JJUUNNIIOORR!!! And the number one contender for the 4CW Championship… ELIJAH CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”

As Genie tends to Eli, the camera begins to circle the cage, surveying the damage left behind and the bodies scattered across the floor. The announcers booth is still a complete mess as JPD and Tara are still buried underneath the debris. Adrian remains leaning against Stevens who is still out cold. Up above on the side of the cage, Mariano hangs by his pants unable to break himself free.

JOHNSON: “Well that’s it folks! It’s been a wild ride but we’ve finally made it here to the end.”

VASSA: “Tonight has been full of twists and turns. We have a new Pride Champion. We have a new XTV Champion. We have a number one contender for the 4CW Championship. Hell, we even witnessed someone get burned alive!”

JOHNSON: “I have still yet to receive word on the status of Dakota after that tragic display we witnessed earlier.”

VASSA: “The Devil was sent back to hell from which he came. Cooked to a crisp!”

JOHNSON: “I want to believe you Vinny, but I just can’t wrap my mind around the idea of Dakota being taken out once and for all.”

VASSA: “I guess we’ll have to see what transpires on Adrenaline in two weeks.”

JOHNSON: “We’re once again traveling to uncharted territory folks. In two weeks Adrenaline will be live from Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky.”

VASSA: “I can’t wait to see the madness that takes place after tonight’s events.”

JOHNSON: “It’s guaranteed to be one heck of a show, that’s for sure.”

VASSA: “The landscape changed a bit tonight. Now we get to sit back and see how that affects things moving forward. The pool is deep in 4CW!”

JOHNSON: “That’s all the time we have for tonight ladies and gents. Be sure to tune in for the fifty-fifth episode of Adrenaline as we will begin our journey to Winter Wasteland. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Happy Halloween folks!”

The camera then cuts back to the top of the cage where Lauryn is laid out completely face down against the bottom step of the ladder. Genie assists Eli as he slowly climbs to his feet with the contract tightly in his grip. Once standing, he and Genie stand in the center of it all, looking over the New Orleans crowd as picture slowly begins to face into darkness.