ADRENALINE E61 (094)


ADRENALINE E61 FEBRUARY 15TH, 2017
KEYBANK ARENA BUFFALO, NY

From the center of the ring, the picture opens to a shot of the Buffalo crowd for tonight’s Adrenaline – live from the KayBank Arena! “Bulls On Parade” plays throughout the arena, mixed with a rumble from the fans as they anxiously await the opening match. Scanning the crowd, the camera focuses in on various signs held throughout the mixture of fans.

GIVE ME FIVE
CLUCK-CLUCKS

LEAVE
JOHNSON
ALONE

CASHE IS A
VICTIM OF
ONLINE
BULLYING

EVERYTHING DIES
EXCEPT DAKOTA

888-SUE-THEM

GENEVIE IS
BETTER OFF
WITH RAY RICE

TONY CHU
SCREWED
THE F.A.G.

Down at the booth, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at ringside. The camera slowly creeps in closer to them before Johnson takes lead, sporting a rather large bruise across his forehead.

JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Adrenaline, brought to you by Showtime! I’m your host, Steve Johnson.”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Get ready for another crazy night of 4CW action!”

JOHNSON: “I just hope things don’t get as wild as they did two weeks ago.”

VASSA: “Let’s just cross out fingers and pray for your safety! After what happened at Adrenaline Sixty, I don’t think this Buffalo crowd would appreciate anyone laying another hand on you, let alone our very own 4CW Champion!”

JOHNSON: “It was down right despicable if you ask me! I’ll be damned if it happens again here at the KeyBank Arena!”

VASSA: “He said damn folks! Boy, oh boy, he’s angry tonight!”

JOHNSON: “You expect me to be happy about it? I’m getting too old for crap like that! Enough with wasting time on our coward 4CW Champion. We have a show to get to tonight.”

VASSA: “We have a very good show! Kicking things off we have Tara Davidson defending the Fate Championship against Eddie Valentine.”

JOHNSON: “We’re opening things tonight with a bang!”

VASSA: “Speaking of Eddie Valentine, you should talk to Wrigley! You could sue Eli for what he did to you.”

JOHNSON: “You know what? I could, but I think I’ll find more pleasure in watching Dakota Smith rip him apart.”

VASSA: “And for those of you who did not know, Dakota Smith is back from the dead folks! We’re jumping right into our main event!”

JOHNSON: “Like Hell we are! I’m not wasting any time on that punk tonight. He’ll get what’s coming to him. Until then, let’s just go backstage for a short moment before we kick things off with our opening match. You got me fired up here at the booth, Vinny.”

VASSA: “No quick rundown of the lineup tonight? Okay. It’s going to be a fun one tonight! Brace yourselves, folks. Steve is pissed!”

TONIGHT

The loud voice of a narrator booms as images of Elijah Carlson battling against Jair Hopkins at Winter Wasteland flash onto the screen. The two trade blows back and forth before static overtakes the scene for a brief moment. When the static fades a glimpse of Dakota Smith reigning supreme at the end of Fright Night 2015 as the new 4CW Champion flashes as the voice of the narrator cuts echoes once more.

THE BUTCHER RETURNS, RISEN FROM THE DEAD, TO WAGE WAR AGAINST THE PRINCE OF 4CW!

Once more the scene changes, this time to the showdown from the previous Adrenaline between Eli and Wallace with Steve Johnson helpless in the ring. Quick snippets of the conversation between Perry and the Champion can be heard before the video hits a moment of slow motion as Eli rears back with the steel chair and blasts Steve Johnson across the face. That shot is quickly followed up by a shot of Perry’s face contorting in rage as Eli smirks defiantly in return. In a flash, yet again, the scene changes and this time it is to a quick clip of Dybbuk laying Sativa out with the Deadman Wonderland finishing maneuver before standing over the former XTV Champion and menacingly ripping his mask off to reveal himself to have been Dakota Smith all along.

AS THE CURRENT CHAMPION AND A FORMER CHAMPION SQUARE OFF IN OUR MAIN EVENT, WHO WILL WALK AWAY VICTORIOUS?

A side by side shot of Eli holding the 4CW Championship in the air and Dakota holding the XTV Championship in the air is displayed with writing identifying their match as the main event of the evening.

SEE IT LATER TONIGHT
ONLY ON ADRENALINE

Static hits once more as the video feed cuts out.

The intro to “Raw” by Bad Meets Evil hits the speakers as the fans give mixed reactions, both good and bad. After a few moments pass, Perry Wallace walks out from the back as the lyrics begin, with both arms extended out to his sides. Coming to a stop in the center of the stage, he looks over the entire arena with a cocky smirk across his face. He then lowers his arms and proceeds down the entrance ramp, heading straight for the ring.

Once at ringside, he comes to a standstill. Looking to both his left and right, he connects with the fans momentarily before turning and making his way towards the ringside steps. After ascending to the top, he walks along the apron, stopping in the center before dipping down and through the ropes. Slowly walking to the center of the ring, he continues to scan over the crowd as his smirk slowly transitions into a joyful smile. Slowly turning in place, he looks over the arena one last time before raising the microphone to his smiling lips.

WALLACE: “God damn does it feel good to be in Buffalo, New York!”

As if given a signal by those words, the fans in the KeyBank Arena erupt with cheers. Slowly nodding his head, Perry waits a few moments as the cheers begin to fade before speaking once more.

WALLACE: “We come to you tonight, live and in your backyard, for Adrenaline Sixty-One! This is the first time 4CW has ever visited this lovely city. As you all know, I’m not exactly a Buffalo Bills fan, but other than that, I think everything else this city has to offer is top notch. You people work hard for your money, earning a living to put food on the table for your families. I’m honored that you all set a little extra aside so you could join us here tonight. Thank you all! Be sure to stop by the merchandising booths later on and take a piece of 4CW home with you to always to always cherish the memories created here tonight.”

With a grin from ear to ear, Perry pauses for a short moment before continuing.

WALLACE: “I know that we have a full card ahead of us so I don’t want to keep you fans waiting for long. Given some recent events, I just wanted to come out here personally and demonstrate how happy I truly am.”

His grin slowly disappears as he takes on a more serious demeanor.

WALLACE: “Just over a month ago I thought I was literally giving a eulogy for a very close friend of mine. Over the last year or so, I was lucky enough to see a different side to someone that many folks simply don’t know exists. It was a very hard time for me, losing someone that I was lucky enough to call a friend.”

A look of sadness briefly comes over his facial expressions before he comes to a stop and stands in silence. Thinking to himself for just a few moments, his smile begins to creep across his face, stretching from one side to the other.

WALLACE: “And then that friend came back two weeks ago!”

He yells with joy as the excitement can be heard from within. The crowd reacts, growing slightly louder as they knew exactly where Perry was going with this.

WALLACE: “He never really left though. For weeks he was still around, with us all. We just didn’t know it until he revealed himself to the entire world watching. At that moment, I stood up from my chair with pure excitement as I watched The Butcher reclaim something that was once his long ago. At that moment, I knew that my friend was back. I knew that Dakota Smith had returned for good.”

It’s at that moment the arena starts to go nuts with an array of cheers and jeers. “Welcome to Hell” begins to blare across the sound system, and after a few moments The Butcher himself makes his way from the back. The man stood tall a top the stage, his XTV championship tied around one of his belt loops. A animal like snarl was plastered on Dakota’s face as he looked around at the audience, taking in their love and hate just as he done so many other times before. Dakota then started his way down to the ring, cracking his neck to the left and then to the right before making it to the ring. Dakota then rolls in under the bottom rope and plants his fist into the ground, pushing himself back up to his feet. His eyes focus on Wallace, as he begins to stalk the ring for a few moments before snatching the microphone out of Perry’s hand. Dakota’s gaze then returns to the crowd as he brings the microphone up to his lips.

SMITH: “When I was on my way to the arena tonight, I was trying to come up with what I was going to say, what excuses I would give for my absence. What explanation I would give for hiding under a mask and calling myself Dybbuk. But the longer I thought about it, the more it became abundantly clear to me that I just don’t give a fuck. I did what I did because I felt like fucking doing it, just like I took this shadow of the relic that used to be the Extreme Championship. This has been, and always will be my company. Hasn’t it been obvious? Some of you would call me nothing more than Perry Wallace’s rabid dog, decimating anyone who he sees fit… And well you’re not wrong… You just miss the bigger picture. You miss what i’m getting out of it… And that is control. It is that control that sets me apart from the rest of you. It is that control that puts me in the main event of this evening…”

Lowering the microphone for a second Dakota chuckles to himself before glancing over at Perry. He then brings his hand down and rubs it against his XTV championship before unhooking it from his belt. He grasps it in his hands for a few moments before bringing it up to face level. He glares into the championship, seemingly disgusted by it. Then he lets it fall from his hand, a noticeable thud as it hit the ring. The butcher’s head then slowly tilts to the right as he brings the microphone back up to his chapped and broken lips.

SMITH: “This championship, It used to mean the world to me, I used to look at it as if it was some source of power… But something has changed, maybe it’s me or maybe it’s because this isn’t the belt that I used to know. Either way, all I know is that when I look at this piece of leather I don’t see my championship… I see my bitch! Maybe that’s just because it still reeks of crotch rot, but what can one expect when owning something that Sativa Nevaeh used to sleep with. And yes, I know she slept with it, because this right here? This pathetic looking XTV championship… Well this was the top of the ladder for her. This was her throne, and I face fucked her off of it. I took the one thing that she had waited her whole life for, and honest—“

CRACK!!!

Sativa had crept out of the crowd and slid into the ring behind Perry and Dakota. Her trusty bat finding the back of the Butcher’s skull, dropping him to the mat. She bends down and rips the XTV belt away from the downed champion. She points the bat at Perry keeping him at bay, his hand reflexively going to the back of his own head. She hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. She grabs a mic from a crew member.

NEVAEH: “I’m taking this back. Perry you so much as show you fat fucking face near me tonight you WILL wake up in the hospital.”

Sativa smirks at Perry and the still down Dakota. She then hurls the mic at Perry and then jumps over the rail and disappears into the crowd.

WALLACE: “God-fucking-damnit! We just went through this shit with Eli last show!”

Looking out into the crowd before losing sight of Sativa, Perry then turns his attention to Dakota laid out on his back. Dropping to his knees, Perry checks for signs of life as the scene transitions backstage.

The camera cuts backstage to a hallway, where Gabriel Hartman is awaiting with his trusty microphone in hand, looking perplexedly in the direction of a locker room, of which the lively melody of a guitar playing a country ballad seems to be coming out.

HARTMAN: “Steve, Vinny, here we are close to DA #TROLL GUY’s locker room…”

VASSA: “What the hell is this dumbass doing this time?”

JOHNSON: “Something bound to catch people’s attention as he always does!”

VASSA: “If by “catching people’s attention” you mean “looking at him like he’s an idiot”. Which he is, by the way.”

HARTMAN: “There’s only one thing left to do – let’s find out!”

Hartman motions for the cameraman to move, and as they approach the locker room its door the door half-opened, they hear a twangy-accented voice singing, coming from inside.

VOICE: “The stars at night, are big and bright…

Deep in the heaaaaart of Texas!…

The prairie sky, is wide and high…

Deep in the heaaaaart of Texas!…”

Hesitating, Hartman pushes the locker room door, to see “DA #TROLL GUY” Mariano Fernandez, singing and playing in an acoustic guitar.

FERNANDEZ: “The sage in bloom, is like perfume…

deep in the heaaaaart of Texas!…

Reminds me of, the one I love…

Deep in the heaaaaart of Texas!”

But something, however, is off in the locker room…

JOHNSON: “There’s the man himself, serenading the camera crew!”

VASSA: “What the hell is he dressed like? And what has he done to the locker room!?”

JOHNSON: “He seems to have a Western thing going on, Vinny!”

Indeed, inside the locker room are several cacti, a longhorn skull hanging on a wall, and a bar counter, behind which is a rocking chair where Mariano sits on. To complete the extravagant picture, Mariano himself is clad in a Mexican sombrero and a rugged poncho. Finishing his song, he snaps his fingers at Hartman.

FERNANDEZ: (in a put-on Texas accent) “Howdy, partner! How’d ya do?”

HARTMAN: “… Huh?”

FERNANDEZ: (back to his normal voice) “Hey yo. How you doing, mang?”

HARTMAN: “I’m f-fine, Manny. Nice look you got going on here.”

FERNANDEZ: “You like it? I figured I might get into the spirit before going against that desperado Scott Stevens tonight, chico.”

HARTMAN: “That’s an, um… interesting way to do it, though.”

FERNANDEZ: “You know me, mang – I’m all for bringing a show.” (He then rises from his chair) “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to hunt me an angry Texan.” (Tipping his hat) “Catch you later on down the trail, chico.”

As Mariano leaves, Hartman looks around the room, dumbfounded.

JOHNSON: “DA #TROLL GUY, again with the mind games.”

VASSA: “Not gonna help him when he’s on the receiving end of the Scorpion’s Toxic Sting!”

OPENING MATCH
FATE CHAMPIONSHIP
EDDIE VALENTINE VS. TARA DAVIDSON ©

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW Fate Championship…”

Lights out.

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

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

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

VASSA: ”You know, Steve. The one thing I don’t like about Eddie Valentine is that he’s from Atlantic City and you know what they say about people from Atlantic City?”

JOHNSON: ”What’s that, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”They’re all needle dicked faggots that should have died with Boardwalk Wrestling.”

JOHNSON: ”Feeling a little tense tonight, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”Tara’s ass will make everything better. It’s basically Mother Theresa in fine booty form.”

“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 Fate 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… the reigning 4CW Fate Champion… ‘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.

VASSA: ”This could be a good one tonight, despite the fact that Eddie Valentine is a fuck.”

JOHNSON: ”I do seem to remember Mariano and Eddie putting on a fine showing two weeks ago on Adrenaline.”

VASSA: ”Do you? I was beginning to worry you might have memory issues from that chair shot you took last week..”

JOHNSON: ”The same one that is waiting for you this week, Vinny?”

That shuts Vinny up quickly and after the referee checks with both competitors to make sure they’re ready, he waves his hand in the air signalling for the start of the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell sounds the two move to the middle of the ring slowly circling. Eddie attempts the first offense but Tara is quick on her toes and avoids the takedown attempt easily. With a smirk on her face she waves her finger no at him. Outside of the ring, as Tara moves past him inside of the ring, Wrigley bites his knuckles and stares longingly up at the firm backside of the reigning Fate Champion. It’s Tara’s turn this time to shoot in on Eddie but much like she did to him, Eddie slips away from her grip and as he passes by he smacks her on the ass with his left hand and trots across the ring, turning around to face her after she yelps in surprise and turns to shoot a look that could have killed in his general direction.

Once more the two come to the middle of the ring, this time looking to tie each other up. Thinking quickly, Tara slips past Eddie’s grasp and brings her knee up sharply into his abdomen. As he doubles over she hooks her near arm around his head, throws his arm over her shoulder and then snaps him overhead with a quick snap suplex. Looking to keep the speedy highflier grounded, Tara is quick to transition from the suplex into a side headlock that she wrenches and torques hard on. With it still early in the match, Eddie takes his time to work himself back up into a more advantageous position before finally pushing himself back up to his feet. Tara stands with him and absorbs the sharp elbows that Eddie lands to gain break the hold and gain some separation.

Free of her grasp, Valentine shoots off in the direction of the ropes, bounces off of them and comes back at Tara at full speed who quickly leap frogs him, allowing him to rebound off of the opposing set of ropes. As he does so, Tara spins and leaps into the air but Eddie scouts it, coming to a dead stop just in time to watch Tara’s foot pass narrowly in front of his face before she crashes down to the mat, landing awkwardly on her knee.

VASSA: ”That didn’t look good.”

JOHNSON: ”No it didn’t. The Red Queen might have tweaked her knee there and it could be the opening that Eddie Valentine has been waiting for.”

VASSA: ”God but even if she’s hurt her ass is still perfection. Look at it. So perfectly defined and luscious..”

JOHNSON: ”I take it you’ve moved on from Lauryn Wolfe then?”

Sensing opportunity, Eddie immediately goes to work as the Fate champion clutches at her leg. He delivers a stiff kick to the her right leg, which she had landed awkwardly on, causing her to howl out in pain. Focusing on it, Eddie hooks his legs around her right leg and then leaps into the air, driving his knee down onto the inside of her right knee, smashing it between the bone of his own knee and the unforgiving canvas. He transitions quickly into a side leg lock, wrenching on her knee viciously. The maneuver causes Tara’s face to contort in agony and moan loudly in pain. Outside the ring, Wrigley watches on seemingly unsure of whether he should be cheering for his client or turned on from the sound of Tara moaning, he does the only thing he can think of and bites his knuckles once more.

Checking to see if Tara is ready to submit, the champion shakes her head no before reaching up and grabbing a handful of Eddie’s hair right in front of the referee’s eyes. He begins to count to five but it’s enough of a distraction to give her the room to break free of the submission hold before the referee could reach the five count. Valentine reaches up and holds his head, not enjoying the feeling of having his hair nearly pulled out of his head in large chunks. In response, Tara plants an elbow squarely across his forehead before scrambling back to her feet. As she stands, however, she noticeably favors the knee that Eddie had been going to work on.

VASSA: ”It’s okay Tara. Your ass is still perfectly intact! Don’t worry about the knee!”

As Tara hobbles on her one good leg, Eddie has pushed himself back up to his feet and takes off at a sprint in her direction. As he does so he lowers his shoulder, looking to spear Tara in half but the champion scouts it and scoots out of the way at the last second. Unfortunately for Eddie there’s nowhere left for him to go beside through the top and middle ropes, tumbling to the outside where he slams against the barricade awkwardly.

JOHNSON: ”And just like that, every advantage that Eddie Valentine had in this match disappears. There’s a reason Tara Davidson has held onto the Fate championship for over three months now..”

VASSA: ”But what’s she doing now?!”

With Valentine down outside of the ring, Tara sees her moment and ascends to the top rope while Wrigley attends to his fallen client. Despite the fact that the crowd can’t stand Tara, and has booed her for the majority of the match, they watch with anticipation as she lines up the challenger to her title and leaps into the air. Somehow, Wrigley sees the movement out of the corner of his eye and manages to shove Eddie out of the way, diving out of harms way himself and leaving Tara with nothing but solid barricade to come crashing down against. She lands awkwardly and her body hangs limp across the barricade, with her ass stuck up in the air slightly.

Eyes wide, Chris Wrigley stares at his dream come true just a few feet away from him. For a moment he crosses his chest as though he’s a good catholic and then clasps his two hands together, mouthing the words “thank you god” before wrapping his arms around Tara’s legs and resting his head against her plump backside as though it’s a pillow. Roaring with glee, the crowd goes crazy. Eddie Valentine, however, is not so amused and moves over in his lawyers direction and taps him on the shoulder, giving him a clear “WTF” face. With a defeated sigh, Wrigley lets go and stands up, apologizing to his client before motioning for him to continue.

JOHNSON: ”You just never know what you’re going to witness at any given 4CW event.”

Grabbing Tara by her pussy..errr… her hair, Eddie rolls Tara back into the ring and follows suit. Slowly the champion gets to her feet but Eddie locks on and whips her across the ring. On the rebound he telegraphs a back body drop, which she leap frogs and continues her sprint across the ring. As she reaches the other side, she leaps into the air and uses the middle rope to springboard back in her opponents direction.

JOHNSON: ”TWENTY FOUR CARAT KICK!”

VASSA: ”NO! Valentine caught her!”

Indeed, Eddie did in fact catch her mid move. Seeing Tara with both of her legs wrapped around Eddie’s face, Chris Wrigley can’t take anymore and has a near fainting spell at ringside. Meanwhile, Eddie tosses Tara up into the air. Showing off her agility, Tara positions herself to land deftly on her feet. As she does so, her right leg buckles having been damaged earlier in the match, causing her to drop to a knee. Not wasting any time, Eddie latches on to her, twists her around and drives her face first into the mat.

JOHNSON: ”WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA’AM!”

VASSA: ”NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

Eyes wide with shock, Eddie runs a free hand through his hair before realizing the opportunity that is before him. He rolls Tara over onto her back and quickly hooks the leg as the referee slides in to count the pinfall.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… and NEW 4CW FATE CHAMPION… EDDIE VVAALLEENNTTIINNEE!!!”

Unable to control himself, Eddie pushes himself up off of the mat and leaps in the air triumphantly pumping his fists. When he lands he starts beating his chest like he’s some kind of deranged caveman. The crowd, a bit stunned by the sudden end of the match, claps approvingly but doesn’t quite know what to make of what has just happened.

JOHNSON: ”In the blink of an eye things can change and boy, what a way to start the night off. Things just changed in a big way. You could say the power in 4CW might just be starting to shift away from the Royal Family and to the side of good.”

VASSA: ”But…but…. but…..”

JOHNSON: ”I, for one, think it’s about damn time too.”

VASSA: ”But… ugh… FUCK EDDIE VALENTINE AND FUCK BOARDWALK!”

As Eddie is presented with the 4CW Title, Chris Wrigles enters the ring and casts a concerned look at Tara Davidson before turning to celebrate with his client as the scene fades backstage.

After the incredible match between Eddie Valentine and Tara Davidson had concluded, the cameras go straight to the backstage area, where Gabriel Hartman stands holding a microphone. He appears smacking on some chewing gum and wearing his trademark big shades across his face. Panning beside him is the newcomer, Alexis Morrison dressed for action for later on tonight where she goes up against Genevie Carlson in singles competition. This causes a decent enough pop from the crowd.

HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentleman, we’re live for 4CW Adrenaline at the Keystone Arena in Buffalo, New York. It’s been amazing so far with more to come, especially our main event. Dakota Smith taking on our 4CW Champion, Elijah Carlson. Over here I have a woman that, until recently, was only rumored to join 4 Corners Wrestling. Of course I’m talking about Alexis Morrison.”

Hartman looks to his left.

HARTMAN: “Alexis, first of all, I just want to welcome you to 4 Corners Wrestling.”

MORRISON: “Thank you.”

She says into the microphone with a smile. Her hands are shown holding her fingerless gloves in front of her in a very ladylike manner. Cameras switch back to Gabriel Hartman in a medium shot angle. Showing the man from the upper torso looking at nobody but Alexis in his view.

HARTMAN: “Last week, everyone in 4CW seen you debut against Mary-Jane Braxton in Providence, Rhode Island in front of a sold out Dunkin’ Donuts Center. This week, Alexis, you have a match against a very confident and very focused Genevie Carlson wanting to prove herself to 4CW. Someone you have had heated arguments on social media just last year. How are you feeling tonight?”

Alexis nods a bit while listening to everything said. Letting her arms fall to her side. An over the shoulder shot is presented giving a view of Gabriel Hartman as he holds the microphone close to Alexis Morrison.

MORRISON: “I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t uneasy and having butterflies heading into a match against someone has equally hunger to make their impact in 4 Corners Wrestling as I am. It’s crazy to not be. It becomes very unpredictable and challenging. You have people willing to go out and throw their lives on the line to make a good impression and prove their worth. It’s a dangerous game to play. Not everyone is cut-out for that. However, despite all that, I live for challenges like this one against Gene.”

She takes a breath before continuing.

MORRISON: “It makes me a better performer going out there and giving audience members something they will be talking about for years to come. Something everyone will remember.”

HARTMAN: “Now Alexis. What are your plans tonight going up against the former Fate Champion as she tries to further ascend up the ladder in 4CW? She’s already beaten the number one contender for the 4CW. After months of speculation, Genevie faces you in your second match here. Are you prepared?”

Gabriel says to the newcomer who suddenly takes a moment to piece together her thoughts. Alexis’ arms are lifted briefly from her side up to chest crossing them. They fall shortly after. She switches weight on her feet changing her posture a small bit before answering.

MORRISON: “I’m just going to go out there and see what happens. No plans. I’ll let my actions speak on whether I’m prepared or not tonight. Y’know, I’ve been studying Gene. I’ve watched every match that she’s had to elevate herself to where she’s at today. There’s no disputing Genevie wants to show everyone she can also be a major player like Elijah. I’m not going to take anything away from her. But, in the same light, I’m wanting to prove I belong in 4 Corners Wrestling. I want to show I’m no pushover who could be bullied into submission so easily. Whether it’s two weeks from now. Or, five years from now I’m not going away.”

She leans forward.

MORRISON: “Gene is just going to have to step off her imaginary throne, and someday realize that. This isn’t the set of Mean Girls 2 starring Genevie. She isn’t bullying me into leaving. I’m here to stay.”

HARTMAN: “It’s great to have you in 4 Corners Wrestling. Good luck tonight.”

MORRISON: “Thank you.”

With that said, Alexis is shown in a full shot extending her arm out to shake Gabriel’s hand. Cameras start to slowly fade back to the ring to prepare for Vesanus and Bishop Kroft squaring off against each other. As 4CW Adrenaline rolls on with more action from the Keystone Arena.

The cameras come backstage to The Royal Family locker room. Genevie is seen bent over, lacing up her sneakers in preparation for her match later that evening. The door opens and in walks the 4CW Champion himself, Eli. He sets his 4CW Championship down, as Gen looks up at him for a second before finishing the task she was doing.

G. CARLSON: “I know that look. So what do we need to talk about? “

She finished up lacing her sneakers and sighed as she sat her feet on the floor and looked up at her husband.

E. CARLSON: ”So… I was thinking. Since yesterday was Valentine’s day and all, that you could give me one more present considering.”

A bit tentatively he moved to sit beside her. The last time they had had a conversation in a locker room it had ended with him grabbing her by the throat and screaming at her. Admittedly he was in a bit more stable place emotionally now than he had been two weeks earlier.

E. CARLSON: ”I know you said you didn’t want to come out to the ring with me and carry my belt and do all that stuff anymore but…. One more time? For me? Please? I’m asking nicely and I even said please. It’s a big match and it would mean a lot to me if you made an exception to this new rule just this one time.”

He offered her a sheepish, boyish smile and slid his hand over to hers, hooking his pinky over her own as he looked in her direction. She narrowed her eyes a bit, confused by what he was asking her as she looked down at his hand on hers, she shook her head.

G. CARLSON: “Of course. I’m not sure you really understood me Eli. I meant what I said, and I meant No. I spoiled you yesterday, which is fine because that’s our home life. I want to separate that from work. Why do you want me to go out there with you so bad? Especially after last Adrenaline?”

She pulled her hand away from his and crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head as she eyed him. She felt like he was up to something. As cute as he looked right now she wasn’t sure she should trust this, considering how last Adrenaline had gone for them

E. CARLSON: ”I know what you said last week and I know why you said it and you know I’m okay with that. It would just be nice if I had a bit of moral support out there and someone watching my back to make sure the poster child for anabolic steroids doesn’t decide to pay me a visit and fuck me over.”

Not giving in just yet, he scooted closer to her and traced his fingertips along the inside of her arm.

E. CARLSON: ”Plus, can you blame a guy for wanting a wife that looks as fine as you do to be by his side for everyone to see? I know I make mistakes but I’m not asking this as Eli the 4CW Champion. I’m asking you for this as your husband.”

Gen sighed and looked over at Eli, he still had that look on his face. He seemed sincere, and he did make some good points about Stevens. It wouldn’t be a fair fight at all if he were to come out and screw Eli out of this win, which was an important one. Her arms fell to her side.

G. CARLSON: “You can stop laying it on so thick and trying to suck up. I get it. I’ll watch your back, but this is the last time Eli. Oh and you fucking owe me for this. I’m going against everything I said I was going to do, and I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Eli heaved a sigh of relief and finally offered her a genuine smile.

E. CARLSON: ”Thank you. I knew I could count on you. Besides, you know I always pay my debts.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently before pushing himself up to his feet.

E. CARLSON: ”By the way… you look fine as fuck tonight.”

He offered her a playful wink and headed to the door, leaving her to finish preparing for her upcoming match. Gen had a grin on her face at Eli’s last comment as he walked out the door for his compliment. Her mood had definitely picked up, and in spite of what she agreed to do, she knew it was for a genuine good reason.

The sound of a speeding ambulance wails throughout the arena before the heavy punk thrash of ‘White Riot’ by UK Punk Band The Clash razors out of the soundsystem. From the back emerges a figure, unfamiliar to many except those of a favourable disposition to dark matches and historical underground wrestling found on YouTube. The reception is muted, as could be expected but intrigue is piqued, so nobody is heading to the bathroom, just yet.

Standing at just under 6 foot, he saunters calmly to the ring wearing an embittered scowl on his approaching middle-aged face that bears the battle scars of at least two decades in the independent wrestling scene. Crinkled blonde hair hangs lazily down to his shoulders but the eagle-eyed might detect the creeping mark of age in the form of grey patches of roots beginning to emerge. Sporting a pair of dark jeans, tan Firetrap boots and a white sports top with an unusual, foreign logo above the left breast, he reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron, using the ropes for leverage to pull himself up and into the ring. He glances around, surveying the scene as he struts over to the opposite side of the ring before demanding possession of a microphone. A staff member at ringside is acquiesce to his request, handing him the mic promptly.

He turns and takes up position in the centre of the ring with a confident stance and takes a moment to collect his thoughts as the level of interest slowly begins to increase. Finally, he speaks into the mic with a strange accent. It’s British, no doubt, but you’d require a keen ear to pinpoint the regional dialect.

WHITE: “For those of you who don’t know me…My name is Cliff White and I have sacrificed more for this business than any of you could ever imagine.”

There is a hushed murmur as some recall the name. Others who hoped to learn more. Some who just wished they hadn’t double fisted on the concourse.

WHITE: “For the past 12 months I have endured the full harsh repercussions of being a commited; hard working; loyal; 110% 24 hours a day, 365 days a week, living, breathing and bleeding for this business kind of guy.”

As his intensity rose, the buzz in the crowd corresponded with it and some small smattering of reaction began to emanate from small pockets of the crowd. Some cheer for his dedication. Some boo for his conceit.

WHITE: “I learned that this business is a cruel bitch! It is disloyal; uncaring; unappreciative; backstabbing and is happy to chew up, spit out and stand by as it’s loyal servants, soldiers and surgeons are left to rot when they no longer serve their purpose.”

The emphasis on the expletive almost catches them off guard. Not that they are unaccustomed to the occasional bout of profanity in 4CW, far from it. It was just because of the aura that Cliff exuded made it appear that he didn’t need to curse. Not unless he was making a point. Cliff, meanwhile, began casting his gaze all around the arena and began to point.

WHITE: “…And quite frankly, there is no greater entity that represents this dark , ugly, self-centered side of the business…than you people.”

And on cue, there were boos. There is no more effective way to garner cheap heat than to direct insults at your audience and Cliff was using it to it’s full impact. Not only because he could, but because he wanted to. He felt it.

WHITE: “In the last 12 months alone I have been discarded and abandoned and plummeted into my own personal hell. I have been made homeless. I have suffered chronic pain. I have lost all of my closest friends and family to debt and to death. Everything that I have done – everything I have given – for this business has been scrunched up into a ball and tossed into the trash and forgotten.”

He lifted his fingers one by one as he reeled through his list and acted out the motions. The heat subdued slightly and made way for a serving of sympathy from some.

WHITE: “All of that, all that I have been through, was a direct result of the taxing expectations and the insatiable high standards that people like you feel you are entitled to.”

The heat increased again, running parallel to Cliff’s rising fervor. His teeth were grinding and his piercing blue eyes were radiant. Then his enmity dropped. He lowered his gaze to the canvas and withdrew his harsh tone for something more composed.

WHITE: “But, despite this…despite knowing all of this, I still find myself with this undying loyalty to it. To you. It’s like an obsession, that I feel that I have to…feel that I WANT to, when I step into this ring – EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. – to put everything on the line. Every drop of blood. Every ounce of sweat. Every sleepless night and every agonizing injury. Every last part of it is worth it just for your recognition.”

His tone began to rise again, more passionately this time, drawing a higher proportion of cheers with it.

WHITE: “Now, I’m not here to bring a whole load of the old razzle dazzle. I’m not here to showcase some quirky, off the wall, marketable gimmick. I’m not even going to shoot you a load of viral catchphrases for you to heckle and twitter. I’m here to bring a raw, passioned, no nonsense authenticity to the squared circle. It’s what I owe you. Not because you deserve it, but because you demand it! I pay my debts. I pay my dues. And I sure as hell don’t intend on disappointing anybody, especially myself.”

He turned to face the entranceway and held up a firm fist and shook it vehemently, like a neighbour scolding the unruly school children in his front garden.

WHITE: “So, to all of the pups in the back with that canis canim edit philosophy, who may feel like that they are the big dog, I’m not here to lay down for anybody. I’m not enhancement talent to put you over. I will give it all that I have got left in me or so help me, I will have to answer to myself, and that’s not something I can even begin to contend with.”

A few more cheers, a near equal level of boos and still some neutral, muted response from half of the audience engulfed Cliff as he spun back to the centre of the ring and pointed at the camera with a matter-of-fact stare. Many might ponder and relish what kind of fight Cliff can bring to 4CW and how he would fare against the established talent. Cliff paused for a second before lowering his arm and exhorted into the mic.

WHITE: “My name is Cliff White and I am here in 4 Corners Wrestling and that is how it is.”

Cliff paused again as Cliff gauged the response that his words had evoked. He scowled as he turned back towards the timekeeper and tossed the mic back at him before turning to face the stage. He limbered up as he prepared to take on his first opponent in 4CW.

UNDERCARD
FATE DIVISION
CLIFF WHITE VS. NIOBE MARTIN

JOHNSON: “Alright folks, Cliff White is already in the ring and ready for his 4CW debut.”

VASSA: “We got to hear a few words from the newcomer. Let’s see how he handles himself in the ring without relying on the microphone to carry him.”

As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top.

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

Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall! She is the “Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat.

“Nightmare!

Now your nightmare comes to life..”

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her.

“Dragged you down below…

Down to the devils show…

To be his guest forever…

Peace of mind is less than never..”

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.

JOHNSON: “The Nightmare, Niobe Martin folks!”

VASSA: “I have dreams about her all the time and I can guarantee you that they’re far from any nightmares.”

JOHNSON: “We don’t need to hear about your wet dreams, Vinny.”

VASSA: “How dare you!”

JOHNSON: “Anyyyyyyyyway, Cliff White will get a piece of The Nightmare in his very first 4CW match right here on Adrenaline.”

VASSA: “I vaguely remember the name. The man has been in the business for quite some time.”

JOHNSON: “Indeed he is, even more of a veteran than Niobe is.”

VASSA: “This is a big match for both. A win for Cliff could start his 4CW career off in the right direction.”

JOHNSON: “And a win for Niobe could get her back on the right track after suffering a few tough losses lately.”

In the center of the ring, the official checks in with both corners before getting the nods from both Niobe and Cliff. With both wrestlers ready to get things underway, the official then calls for the bell before moving to the ropes and clearing the path between both wrestlers.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both wrestlers shoot out of their corners before coming face to face in the center of the ring and circling one another. Shooting in, Cliff wraps up Niobe’s leg, lifting her into the air and slamming her down to her back. Crawling over her and mounting himself on top, Cliff grabs ahold of Niobe’s arm and attempts to apply an arm-bar of sorts. Ripping her arm away from him, Niobe pushes him over to the side before dragging herself backwards and moving away from him.

Both wrestlers rush to their feet, standing up at the same time. Locking up with one another, Cliff grabs Niobe’s arm before maneuvering himself behind her and holding her arm behind her back. Reaching up with her other arm, Niobe wraps it around Cliff’s head before dropping down and pulling him over her back, throwing him to the mat with a snapmare.

As Cliff rises, he shoots in towards Niobe, going for her waist but misses as she side steps him and pushes him in the direction of the ropes. Coming back on the rebound, Cliff runs into Niobe’s arms. Lifting Cliff off his feet, Niobe turns around one-eighty and plants him into the canvas with a spinning spinebuster. Hooking Cliff’s leg, Niobe rolls across his body and makes the pin.

ONE

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JOHNSON: “Cliff kicks out!”

VASSA: “Niobe isn’t wasting anytime tonight.”

Pushing herself up, Niobe then pulls Cliff to his feet before dipping down and lifting him into the air and onto her shoulders. Flipping Cliff off her shoulders with a Fireman’s carry takedown, Niobe slams him to the canvas. Instantly, Cliff pops up to his feet as he bounces off the mat. Lunging towards him with both arms extended, Niobe leaves her midsection open and Cliff seizes the opportunity, kicking her right in the gut, forcing her to buckle over.

Swinging upward, Cliff hits Niobe with an uppercut, standing her straight up. He then grabs onto her head with both hands and drops down to his knees. Pulling Niobe’s chin down onto the top of his head, he nails her with a jawbreaker that sends her flying backwards through the air and crashing to the mat. Rolling backwards, Niobe pushes herself up to a handstand before coming down to her feet.

Rushing in, Cliff knocks her flat on her back with a running shoulder block. Jumping through the air, Cliff comes down with a double axe handle but hits nothing but canvas as Niobe rolls out of the way. Racing to their feet, Niobe stands first and kicks a right foot for Cliff’s stomach. Catching her foot, Cliff then spins her around but as Niobe turns to face him, she knocks him clear off his feet with a dragon whip.

VASSA: “There’s your wakeup call Cliff!”

JOHNSON: “For a moment there I thought he had her but Niobe proved us wrong.”

With Cliff down on his back, Niobe jumps over him in the direction of the ropes not far away. Leaping into the air, she lands on the middle rope and slingshots herself backwards. Twisting and turning, Niobe then comes down with a corkscrew moonsault.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!

JOHNSON: “Oh man, Niobe eats canvas!”

VASSA: “She missed there and is paying for it dearly now with the result.”

Pulling Niobe up from the mat, Cliff then wraps her up and lifts her into the air before dropping her with an atomic drop. Standing straight up, Niobe takes baby steps forward as the pain shoots up her spine. Turning to the ropes behind him, Cliff hits them with force and comes back on the rebound, leaping forward and driving Niobe’s face into the mat with a running bulldog. Rolling Niobe over to her back, Cliff then makes the cover as the official rushes in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping her shoulder up from the mat, Niobe breaks the officials count. Wasting no time, Cliff quickly gets to his feet before dragging Niobe up as well. Locking onto her wrist, he then goes to whip her to the ropes but Niobe reverses and sends him off to the races instead. Coming back on the rebound, Cliff takes a swing for the fences but misses the clothesline as Niobe drops to the mat. Still in stride, Cliff hits the other ropes and comes back just as Niobe is standing up. Jumping up and pushing herself up and off of Cliff, Niobe leaps over his head as he passes underneath and continues to the ropes. Turning around and bracing herself, Niobe stands in place as Cliff returns once more, this time lifting him off his feet and spinning him in the air, dropping him across her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Cliff’s body instantly rolls off her knee as his face smacks the canvas. Standing up, Niobe pushes him with her foot, rolling him over to his back before jumping over him and running to the corner ahead. Climbing to the top, Niobe checks once to make sure he’s still down before leaping into the air and coming down with a shooting star press.

VASSA: “There it is!”

JOHNSON: “Phantasm Horror!”

VASSA: “Not too many have come back from this!”

Hooking the leg, Niobe goes to end it as the official slides in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

Yet again the camera cuts backstage, where “The Scorpion” Scott Stevens is making his way to his locker room, marching slowly and surely with the determination to make people fear him set in his eyes.

JOHNSON: “And here’s Scott Stevens, looking like he means business tonight!”

VASSA: “The Scorpion’s been out of control, first laying out Caleb Houston and later the very 4CW Champion himself to send a very vivid message!”

JOHNSON: “But he’s had a bump in the road last Adrenaline as he came up short against the Champ’s wife Genevie Carlson!”

VASSA: “However, he’s bound to bounce back when he obliterates DA #TROLL GUY tonight!”

At that point, Stevens reaches the locker room, and notices something unusual – a sign is hanging from the door, showing his face. Picking it up, Stevens examines it. “WANTED

“THE SCORPION” SCOTT STEVENS

$10,000 REWARD – DEAD OR ALIVE” As its only signature, the sign bears the Trollface.

problem?

Looking annoyed, Stevens rips the sign apart and throws the pieces away, before storming into his locker room and slamming the door shut.

JOHNSON: “And there’s Mariano Fernandez with yet another prank of his.”

VASSA: “Fucking dumbass.”

JOHNSON: “I think he’s actually pretty funny though.”

VASSA: “Of course you would.”

Sativa is hanging out backstage with the XTV title draped over her shoulder. She is laughing and joking with some of the road crew. They are passing a joint around and looking around nervously. Sativa keeps glancing over her shoulder but seems to be having a good time. As the group finishes the joint they slowly go their separate ways.

Soon Sativa is walking down a hallway alone. As she walks something falls behind her making a noise. She jumps and spins around trying to find what caused the noise. She shakes her head and laughs it off.

NEVAEH: “Man, haven’t had the paranoia like this in a long ass time.”

Sativa quickens her pace a bit and starts checking over her shoulder to see Dakota walking slowly down the hall behind her. She picks up her pace and turns the next available corner. She quickens her pace and checks over her shoulder again. Dakota is just turning the corner Sativa starts to jog while continuously looking over her shoulder. She doesnt see the cable that is set across the floor and she trips over it. She scrambles to her feet but is caught up by Dakota. She kicks out and catches his leg breaking his hold. She grabs the title and takes off down the hall, with Dakota in pursuit. She takes a few twisting turns and winds up bumping into Dave. Her eyes light up and she starts ranting before he can say anything.

NEVAEH: “DAVE! Just the person I wanted to see. Just listen. Dakota is trying to find me because I took back my title. I need you to wait up around the next corner and when I come through be ready to intercept him for me.”

Sativa pushes the bewildered Dave down the hallway. He goes up to the corner and turns down it hiding. Sativa turns around just as Dakota turns the corner coming down the hall. SHe waits for a few moments before taking off down towards where Dave is at. Sativa isn’t running this time and Dakota is almost caught up with her He lunges forward to catch her but Dave jumps out and intercepts him.

The two fall to the ground and Dakota starts beating on Dave. Sativa uses the distraction to take off and disappear down a hallway.

UNDERCARD
FATE DIVISION
VIDUUS MORTA VS. DARE CLEMMENS

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a fate division match…”

Viddus Morta’s music hits and the arena goes completely black. AS the lyrics begin four different fire explosions keep firing in the air on each side. Viduus walks out slowly on pace with the music holding insert here down at waist level. The music picks up pace and Viduus echoes his signature laugh almost matching the song that is playing while throwing his hands in the air.

POWERS: ”Introducing first… standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds. He is.. V…. Vi….. Vido… ah fuck it. That weird dude with the hat!”

Viduus makes his way to the ring almost floating in the way he walks and moves his shoulders in stride. Viduus slides into the ring and crawls to the middle of the ring the insert here slithering across the ring with him. Viduus rises and awaits his opponent in the center of the ring.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

There’s a short sputter and hiss as a needle touches down on a record. Shortly after that the sound of “Suburbia” by Kavinsky starts to blare out of the PA system.

”I come to life

I come to life

Yea, I come to life”

It’s rough and scratchy, like a bad girl’s muff, but it gets the fans up off their asses as Dare Clemmens steps out from the entrance. Oh yeah, he’s wearing those sunglasses he makes look so good, a black leather jacket and a t-shirt that reads quite plainly, “Stolen.”

POWERS: “Coming to the ring next, DARE CCLLEEMMMMEENNSS!!!”

”I come to life when I’m driving, see the city lights

Got me slipping, not too much to start it like

Because the night is young, and I got spots to hit

Bitches deceiving shit, shorty body feverish perfected”

He makes his way down towards the ring as the fans hoot and holler. Right behind him is none other than Tony Chu. You’re damn right. It’s Tony Chu. The two make it to the ring where Dare takes off his jacket and sunglasses and hands them off to Tony. Tony looks mildly offended for a moment before handing Dare’s belongings off to a ring hand. Dare slides into the ring and pops up to his feet. This guy is serious business or completely ready to die a terrible death. The fans are excited to find out. Dare removes his t-shirt much to the pleasure of the female fans. He balls it up and tosses it into the crowd.

”Welcome bitches up to perfection

I’m destined, please don’t try me son, I’m bad, who tested

All these nobody lames can’t see my flow

You would’ve thought it was legal, all the stour I blow”

That’s right, he’s build like he’s etched out of stone and has just the right amount of chest hair. His smile, oh my, it’s a devilish one. Those eyes? You wanna get you some. Male or female. You’re questioning your sexuality.

The music stops and Dare goes to his corner, ready to kill or get killed. Tony goes to his corner, quietly crossing his fingers, hoping he doesn’t have to bury another client soon.

VASSA: ”Alright Steve. Serious question. You’ve been around this business forever and you’ve seen a lot of shit and said a lot of weird names. How the FUCK do you pronounce weird dude in a hats name?”

JOHNSON: ”I think it’s pronounced Vie-doos.”

VASSA: ”Are you sure it isn’t Vee-duss”

JOHNSON: ”No, what are you some kind of retard? If anything it’s Vee-doos.”

VASSA: ”I don’t think you’re right about that, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”You asked and now you’re going to tell me I’m wrong? You really are a jackass, Vinny.”

The referee quickly checks over Morta, clearly not wanting to be anywhere near the man for very long, before moving to check over Dare and give him and Tony Chu a warning after the shenanigans from the last episode of Adrenaline. Satisfied that he had made his point clearly, the referee asks both men if they’re ready before he signals for the bell and the start of the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

VASSA: ”Maybe it’s vah-doosh. Kinda like skadoosh from Kung Fu Panda?”

JOHNSON: ”Oh for fucks sake Vincent..”

Both men move quickly to the middle of the ring and Dare lands a solid strike to the face of his opponent who barely budges upon impact. A bit taken aback by the fact that Viduus didn’t get knocked back by his strike, Dare swings again and connects squarely with the side of Morta’s face and still the man doesn’t move. A gruesome grin begins to cross the odd man’s face as Dare winds up to strike him a third time. As Clemmens swings, Morta reaches out and blocks the strike, shaking his head no before snapping his head forward and catching the young Clemmens across the bridge of his nose with a headbutt. Immediately, Morta wraps his arms around Dare’s waist and tosses him overhead with a belly to belly release suplex. Clemmens slams down to the mat roughly but doesn’t stay down for long, quickly pushing himself back up and shaking himself off.

VASSA: ”I’m just saying it would be nice if we could pronounce this guys name. Granted, he’s been on a bit of a losing streak but he still looks like he wants to eat my infant niece.”

JOHNSON: ”You have a niece?.”

VASSA: ”Shut up. It was for effect. Anyway, Veeeee-dish has the early advantage here.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s not Vee-dish, Vinny. I already told you I’m relatively certain it’s Vie-doos.”

Back on his feet, Clemmens launches himself at Morta, tackling him to the mat with a Lou Thiez press before delivering blow after blow to the face of his opponent. When the referee finally forces him to break, Dare shrugs off the referee and lets loose a guttural yell as though that was going to frighten the man who referred to himself as a savior. In an effort to return Viduus suplex from moments earlier, Dare pulls Morta back to his feet and wraps his arms around the mans waist, though he does it from behind, and tosses him over head with a release german suplex sending Morta crashing to the mat in similar fashion.

Thinking that he had a bit of time to play to the crowd and attack methodically, Dare doesn’t see it as Viduus sits straight up a few moments after landing on the mat. With ease he pushes himself back to his feet as Tony Chu screams at Dare to watch out. Clemmens turns around but eats a big boot from Morta who follows through by chugging across the ring to rebound off the ropes. When he gets near enough to Clemmens once more he leaps into the air and drops a leg across the upper torso of his opponent. He quickly rolls over and presses down upon Dare’s shoulders, pinning him to the mat as the referee slides in.

ONE

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TW–KICKOUT!!!

Dare kicks out with ease, causing Viduus to sneer before standing back up, pulling Dare up by his hair. Showing off his power, Viduus scoops Dare up with both hands and presses him above his head, walking in a slow circle around the ring before dropping him face first down to the canvas. On impact, Dare clutches at his abdomen and rolls as quickly as he can away from Viduus, sliding out of the ring and into the comforting arms of the asian agent to the stars, Tony Chu. While Chu is busy tending to his client, Viduus points at both of them and then slashes across his throat with his thumb.

VASSA: ”Dummm dummm dumdummm dummm dumdummmm dumdummm dumdummmmmm…”

JOHNSON: ”Are you humming a funeral march?”

VASSA: ”Yeah. I think a great nickname for Douchey V is going to be The Undertaker. Think about it. Mystical guy who walks around cemeteries and carries an urn to the ring with him. HE COULD EVEN HAVE A MANAGER NAMED PAUL BEARER!”

JOHNSON: ”…… Nah I don’t think that gimmick would ever catch on.”

Morta marches across the ring and reaches over the top rope, trying to grab Dare by his hair and as he did so he likely mentally noted that he was a poet and didn’t know it. Okay, maybe not. Shutup. Anyway, Morta tries to grab a hold of Dare’s luscious locks but Clemmens instead spins and catches Morta by the back of his head, hanging him across the top rope before sliding into the ring. Clemmens bolts across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and then drops a quick knee to the back of Morta’s leg. Quickly, Dare hops up and drops a leg across Morta’s chest before rolling back and pushing himself up to his feet.

For a brief moment, Clemmens glances at Tony Chu who shakes his head sternly no at Dare. Shrugging, Dare seems to brush off his agents advice before moving to the nearby turnbuckle where he pulls himself up to the top rope. Perched upon the top rope, Clemmens leaps in what seems like slow motion and flips as camera bulbs flash and the crowd holds its breath for a seemingly endless moment of time. That is, until Dare comes crashing down across the body of Viduus Morta. Pain instantly seems to wrack both mens bodies, with Dare clutching at his stomach and groaning loudly while Tony Chu urges him to make the cover.

VASSA: ”SHOOTING STAR PRESS!”

JOHNSON: ”Clemmens with the cover!”

ONE

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TWO

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THR-!KICKOUT!!!

The crowd groans as Morta throws Dare off him with authority and once more sits straight up. Dare, in pain and clutching his stomach, looks at Morta with bewilderment, uncertain at how he hadn’t just put Viduus away for good and even more uncertain at how the hell the guy was already back on his feet. A bit nervously, Dare pushes himself backwards across the ring to his original corner before using the ropes to pull himself upward. Morta storms across the ring at him, sandwiching Dare between his body and the corner turnbuckle pads. Clemmens groans as he is squashed between the two and stumbles out of the corner when Morta backs off to allow separation. Sensing victory, Morta grabs Dare by the arm and whips him across the ring into the ropes. Simultaneously, Viduus bounces off the opposite ropes and charges at Dare.

VASSA: ”I dare you to tell me to walk through fiiiyyyyaaahhhh”

JOHNSON: ”Bad news for Dare… ”

Morta lowers his shoulder, looking to break Dare in half with a high impact gore.

CRAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD! SHOOT TO THRILL OUT OF NOWHERE!.”

VASSA: ”WEAR MY SOUL AND CALL ME A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR”

Legitimately out of nowhere Clemmens manages to drop Morta with a high impact side kick to the jaw. Dropping to his knees, as Vinny Vassa continues to belt the lyrics to Shinedown’s “I Dare You”, Dare Clemmens makes the cover as the referee slides in.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… DARE CCLLEEMMMMEENNSS!!!”

Outside the ring Tony Chu leaps in the air like he just won… a mathlete’s competition. Inside the ring, Dare’s face is a mask of relief and joy as the referee raises his arm in the air in victory.

VASSA: ”I’m glad Dare won because I don’t think any of us would’ve gotten that other dude’s name right.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m just glad you stopped singing. For Christ’s sake, Vinny, think of the viewers.”

As the scene fades backstage we’re left with a final shot of Tony Chu climbing into the ring to celebrate with Dare Clemmens over his hard fought victory.

Heading backstage where we find ourselves looking at a fatigued Dare Clemmens who recently faced off with the Voodoo Man, Viduus Morta, himself. Dare’s on his phone having a heated discussion with an unknown party. It seems like there’s a moment when the conversation reaches a stalemate as Dare can only listen and shake his head. Dare’s so focused on the call that he doesn’t hear the sound of high heels against the concrete floor revealed to be non other than Carmella Wilder, his recent rival’s mother.

C. WILDER: “Hey Dare, you looked good out there against Viduus. Impressive for your second match. I have to say though, I’m not fond of how Tony Chu has been treating you. You deserve better treatment than this.”

Carmella at least doing a good job to be acting sincere as she places a supportive hand upon his shoulder. Dare, surprisingly, doesn’t move her hand from his shoulder, but she gives him a soft smile as she pulls her hand away.

CLEMMENS: ”I’m not necessarily going to disagree with you. Tony. I had no idea what I was getting myself into by taking him as my agent. He’s good, I guess. Says he can handle any situation.”

Dare looks into Carmella’s eyes.

CLEMMENS: ”I didn’t set out to cheat your son. I hope you know that. I wanted to have a fair athletic contest with him. God’s honest truth.”

Carmella continues to at the very least look sincere about caring about his issues.

C. WILDER: “You know that is why I never made it about you, I could tell that you did not want your win tainted like that. I am sure Tony thought he had your best interest in mind but as a manager I think you should always confront your client first. Why should he make that kind of a move without any approval? I just think you are such a young, hot, fast rising, young talent. That a manager like Tony that does these type of things, may get you in trouble.”

Carmella doing her best not to make it appear that she is insinuating she be that person, though not doing a great job.

CLEMMENS: ”You’re right. I really need to just have it out with Tony. I can’t keep going like this. I really appreciate your candor with me. I really hope this might pave the way to Jett and I burying the hatchet once and for good.”

Standing up next to Carmella it appears the two might leave on a positive note. But from behind you can hear the fast approaching running that causes Dare to turn around in time to get tackled up against the wall by Jett. Trying to lay into him with punches Jett does his best, but having somewhat expected this Dare pushes him off.

J. WILDER: “You did not beat me!”

CLEMMENS: ”Relax! Me and your mom were just talking and I think we can bury the hatchet!”

J. WILDER: “You wanna bury what in my mom?!”

Jett yells this during the skirmish as Carmella who actually looks as though she had no idea Jett was going to do this catches her balance and tries to talk them out of it. Drowned out as Dare starts to get the better of Jett, pushing him back a bit. Carmella looking at first reluctant shakes her head before raising her foot up into Dare’s lower regions dropping him like a sack of potatoes with a low blow. Quickly backing off as quickly as she can as Jett backs away fixing his shirt.

J. WILDER: “Haha got you sucker, you are going down in our match.”

Appearing not to have the slightest clue that it was not his small punch to the body that doubled Dare over, Jett gloats with glee. Dare having not seen that part of it coming, holds that region in pain. As Jett proudly walks off leaving Carmella looking upset about how this went until she quickly scurries off leaving Dare hurting.

The lights start to strobe between blue and red as ”Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis kicks up. Sativa walks out from the back with the XTV title on her shoulder. She stands on the stage staring out at the crowd. They in turn rain down boos on here, yet a few cheers pepper the crowd. She smirks and makes her way down to the ring. She slides under the bottom rope and stands up once again looking out at the crowd. She receives a mic from one of the crew members at ringside. She returns to the center of the ring and waits for a moment for the crowd to quiet down.

NEVAEH: “I told you that I was going to get this back one way or another. Dakota shouldn’t be champion. The person who beat me was Dybbuk, not Dakota. Dybbuk is no longer around therefore the title should revert to its last owner, Me! Therefore earlier tonight I took it back. So if anyone wants to take it they will have to do it over my cold dead body! Anyone back there want to come out here and try?”

Sativa turns to face the entrance ramp and holds her arms out. She smirks and brings the mic to her lips.

NEVAEH: “Of course, nothing but a bunch of pussies in the back. Just like I thou—“

From out of Nowhere Dakota creams Sativa in the back of her skull with an elbow strike. The audience erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as Dakota breaths heavily over the fallen former champion. Dakota gives her a good stiff shot to the ribs before grabbing a handful of her hair and bringing her up to one knee. Sativa still has fight left in her however as she starts to land forearm after forearm to the gut of the butcher. Sativa makes her way up to her feet but Dakota still has a hold of her hair as he pulls it back, jerking her body in the same direction. Sativa manages to land a kick to Dakota’s gut which frees her of his hold. Sativa then rushes Dakota with a series of strikes to his face, backing the butcher up into the ropes. Dakota lashes out back with a vicious headbutt, busting open the nose of Sativa.

It’s at this point that the 4CW security team has hit the ring, they rush Dakota and Sativa, eventually separating the two. They manage to get Dakota out of the ring, but the Butcher pushes past them to grab his XTV championship from the ring. He also manages to snatch himself a microphone. With security still trying to escort him down the ramp he puts the microphone up to his lips.

SMITH: “You worthless peice of uncle touched slit! I want you in Hangmans Horrors! I want to see your lifeless body hanging from my lynching rope, dangling with the breeze as I put you out of your misery once and for all.”

Sativa gets her hands on her own mic despite the officials holding her back.

NEVAEH: “Yeah? And when I beat you I want there to be no questions about it. Let’s do this in a Crusade match!”

The two 4CW superstars once again start struggling against those holding them back. Suddenly Ashe Corvin appears at the entrance holding a mic.

CORVIN: “Before you two decide to kill each other let’s do what 4CW does best. Innovate! I created the Crusade match and I know of the Hangman’s horror. Let’s combine them and have a Hangman’s Crusade Match!! To win you have to pin your opponent and then hang them!”

The crowd bursts out into cheers at the violent sounding match.

CORVIN: ”Of course, that belt will be on the line since Sativa does have rights to a rematch.”

The crowd continue to cheer as both Dakota and Sativa nod their agreement.

WOLFE: “This chemistry experiment is serious business.”

As the camera cuts backstage, Generation Now members Lauryn Wolfe and Bronx Valesence could be seen dressed in some unusual attire. The duo were rocking lab coats, complete with lab glasses and gloves. Right in front of the two was a table with lab equipment. There was a beaker filled with some liquid contents bubbling away as the beaker was on a Bunsen burner. If any of you cunts actually made it to sophomore year in high school, then you would know what this shit is. Ironic though, since one of the members didn’t even make it that far into high school, but hey. That’s besides the point.

Bronx looks to be in complete concentration mode as this chemistry experiment is indeed some serious shit. However, Lauryn redirects her attention over to the camera and looks at it with a slight smirk on her face as she speaks.

WOLFE: “Now, my friends, my chemistry partner Bronx and I have been experimenting vigorously as of late as we are seeking an answer when it comes to how much salt the 4CW roster can generate.”

Lauryn then picks up a mug – one that people would be familiar with as the following words were displayed on them:

SALTY

4CW

TEARS

ayye lmaooo

Yep, she really brought that back.

WOLFE: “After all, it’s quite remarkable how irate the roster becomes whenever people think about Generation Now. Even before we had our very first match together as a group, there were countless wrestlers that were becoming irrational and highly upset. People were, and still are, trying to come at us from and angles with so much salt in their system. Funny how a group of ‘losers’ trigger so many of you that none of you can keep our names out of your mouths. Not only that, but a good chunk of you have lost to at least one of our own already, so I have to ask… Why are you hoes so salty?”

As that question was brought up, Lauryn’s hand extends out to the materials as she explained their purposes.The table contained various “liquids” in cups that had pictures of some of the 4CW wrestlers; more specifically, wrestlers who have been more outspoken about Generation Now.

You know who you are.

WOLFE: “I must say that our experiments have produced a significant amount of product. It’s absolutely astounding how many salty cunts there are! Then again, when you have a group of competent wrestlers that can wipe the fucking floor with any of these morons without any hesitation, then it should come as no surprise that the result of the experiments would look like this…”

Lauryn then points to her left, and the camera proceeds to pan over there. In that area, there was a lot of beakers filled with salt. Like, a lot. As in, more salt than these moronic Beyonce fans getting butthurt that their overrated queen lost the Album of The Year award to a more talented performer like Adele. That kind of salt we’re talking about here mates.

WOLFE: “Oh, that shot isn’t doing it justice. Kinda go above the beakers.”

And as requested, the cameraman redirects the shot to be above the beakers. With the overhead shot now, the viewers could see that the words “FUCK YOU” had been spelled out with the beakers.

WOLFE: “Perfect!”

The cameraman then goes back to Bronx and Lauryn. Bronx has a bit of a smirk of his own as he looks back at the beakers.

VALESCENCE: “I know that chemistry isn’t really the strong point of some of you watching among the 4CW roster. I even know that some of you, if not for wrestling, would probably be drawing food stamps. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if some of you are right now. chemistry is a very mundane and rigorous subject. I only took one chemistry class in high school. Passed the hell out of it because I was banging my lab partner who was pretty smart.”

Bronx glances over to Lauryn.

VALESCENCE: “That is a shoot, by the way.”

Wolfe nods as if she was just going along with what Bronx said, in fear that any minute he may take chemistry points away from her. Bronx had stated one had to have 69 chemistry points with him to be able to tag. Bronx made a motion across the beakers with his hand, doing his best Vannah White impression.

VALESCENCE: “This is a message for all of those who appose Generation Now, by spitting your grade school insults. You lot remind me of someone, you remind me of the kids that weren’t allowed to sit at the cool kids table at lunch because your mommy didn’t love you enough to buy you nice things or bother to bathe you. Lauryn and I? Not only are we very good chemistry partners. We are going to make a good tag team as well, because evvverrryone knows how this tag division needs a shot in the arm. Generation Now will be that shot…Just like this shot…”

Suddenly, Bronx picked up a beaker and then grabbed a cup of water from out of the camera shot, Lauryn began watching him, unsure of what Bronx was doing. Obviously this hadn’t been planned.

VALESCENCE: “Represents your salty tears and I’m going to…DRINK THEM! Everyone knows salt water makes you retain water keeping you more hydrated, it’s chemistry!”

WOLFE: “Oh, what the fuck-“

Before Lauryn can stop Bronx he poured the water into one of the beakers and tilted the cup back and drank the salt water. Sputtering and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Lauryn initially looked shocked, though the feeling of surprise was swapped with a feeling of agitation as Wolfe pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs heavily.

WOLFE: “You’re not…supposed to drink out of the lab equipment, Bronx.”

VALESCENCE: “Says who?”

WOLFE: “Says basic fucking high school safety procedures.”

However, Bronx is Bronx and Bronx doesn’t give a flying fuck, so he reaches over for another beaker to drink the salty contents from. Lauryn rolls her eyes, but then she arches her brow as she realizes something. She’s able to grab Bronx’s attention as asks him:

WOLFE: “Are you sure that shit is good for you to drink before your match?”

And as soon as that question popped up, Bronx pauses with his mouth being a mere inch away from the tip of the beaker, realizing that he did indeed have a match.

VALESCENCE: “Ah shit, you’re right. Well, I guess you can take it from here then. Trigger them, babe!”

Bronx winks at Lauryn as he removes the lab coat, glasses and gloves in a hurried pace, all while he rushes out to make his way towards the ring. Lauryn shakes her head, but now that she’s alone, she looks back at the camera and places her hands on the table, flashing a rather condescending grin on her face.

WOLFE: “You see, at this point, all of you are nothing more but a bunch of whiny babies that can never hit us clean. The fact of the matter is that Generation Now is the most relevant group in 4CW – hell, we’re more relevant than any of you have ever been and will be! We’re not crying or stopping our feet like insolent brats. Oh, that’s not us. However, it seems like all of you want to do is get upset and talk all kinds of crap when the fact of the matter is that a good chunk of you can never step up to us. At All or Nothing, we’re going to take this place by storm and solidify our spot as being the best that 4CW has to offer. Bryan is going to prove himself as always, Sativa is going to put Dakota Smith to rest, Manny will shut you all up, and as for Bronx and I?”

Lauryn’s grin grew wider in that moment.

WOLFE: “We’re going to be your new tag team champions. So, continue to cry, bitch, moan and complain because Generation Now isn’t going anywhere. A new generation is upon us, and we’re going to give it our all to make sure that we embarrass each and every single last of you fools that think you can have what it takes to put us all down at All or Nothing. So, keep being salty, because it’s only going to get worse for you all from here.”

Lauryn then places her index and middle finger to her lips, kisses them, and does a peace sign towards the camera and winks before going back to her little experiment. With that, the camera then goes back to the ring where Leon Black versus Bronx Valescence is set to take place.

UNDERCARD
LEON BLACK VS. BRONX VALESCENCE

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

“Vicarious” by Tool hits the speakers as the lights slowly begin to darken. After a few moments, fog begins to cover the floor surrounding the ring and up the ramp to the stage. Walking out from the back, Leon Black finally appears with his focus locked on the ring at the bottom of the ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is ‘The Blackened Light’… LEON BBLLAACCKK!!!”

Stopping at the top of the ramp, he looks over the crowd momentarily before proceeding towards the ring. Once at ringside, he turns towards the ringside steps and slowly ascends them before stepping onto the apron. Dipping through the ropes, he slowly walks along the edge of the ropes before stopping in his corner and waiting his opponent.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

As the remix to “Starboy” kicks in, Bronx slowly makes his way out on stage. Pausing in the middle of the stage, he turns sideways and points a finger gun towards the ring before he pulls the trigger and gives a loud, audible laugh before he continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred five pounds… He is BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

When Bronx gets down to the end of the ramp, he uses one leap onto the ring apron, and then spins around, holding onto the ropes before rising his feet on the apron and walking over to his corner and using the ropes to vault into the ring. Opening his arms out to either side he spins until he bounces into the ropes and poses one time for the fans before smirking and removing his ring jacket and sunglasses, neatly placing them underneath his corner turnbuckle before leaping onto the top turnbuckle to sit. The camera then zooms in on a sign held behind him in the front row.

IT ME

VASSA: “Up next we have a newcomer to 4CW stepping into the ring with a crowd favorite who has just recently returned to 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “Bronx officially made his singles debut last show since coming back to 4CW and boy was it impressive.”

VASSA: “I’m glad to see him pick up right where he left off last year when he was quickly soaring through the rankings ands climbing the ladder.”

JOHNSON: “When he’s on a roll he can be a difficult challenge to overcome. Tonight he gets to face off with Leon Black who makes his 4CW debut tonight.”

VASSA: “What’s up with this guy? Like really. The face paint is just… ugh.”

JOHNSON: “He reminds me of that Scorpion James guy that came to 4CW briefly before being shown the front door.”

VASSA: “But can he drink twenty-two bottles of water in one sitting? That’s what I want to know!”

JOHNSON: “Maybe you can ask him after the show tonight.”

VASSA: “No thanks, I’m good. That dude creeps me out with all the makeup caked up on his face.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the official checks in with both corners before getting the okay from Black and Bronx. With both men ready, the official quickly throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Stepping away from his corner, Black walks with confidence towards the center of the ring as his eyes remain locked on Bronx standing directly across from him. Coming to a stand still, he slowly raises his arms out to his sides before pointing one hand in Bronx’s direction and motioning for him to leave his corner.

JOHNSON: “I’m glad to see that Leon isn’t backing down in his debut.”

VASSA: “We see it time and time again. People walk through those doors and find themselves in that ring like a deer in the headlights.”

JOHNSON: “By the looks of it, this surely isn’t going to be the case.”

Turning to the crowd, Bronx shrugs his shoulders, looking for some sort of guidance from the fans in attendance. With a cocky grin on his face, he turns back to Leon, holding his arm upward and pointing in his direction with his hand simulating a gun. With a single shot, Bronx fires away, instantly igniting the crowd as they jump to their feet.

VASSA: “You hear that! The entire building is rumbling!”

JOHNSON: “Leon wanted a stand-off. Well, Bronx fired one right between his eyes!”

Erupting from his corner, Bronx quickly glides across the ring in Leon’s direction. Preparing himself, Leon gets into stance as Bronx’s brushes right by him. Quick on his feet, Bronx circles Leon with light footsteps. Lunging forward, Bronx latches onto Leon as the two tie up. Ducking underneath Bronx’s arms, Leon moves in behind Bronx, locking onto his arm and trapping it behind him.

Throwing an elbow back, Bronx connects right against the side of Leon’s head, knocking him backwards and breaking his grip. Bronx then spins around just in time to catch a glimpse of Leon rushing in and swinging for his head. Ducking underneath Leon’s arm as it zips overhead, Bronx pops up behind him and then kicks his foot upward, planting it into Leon’s lower back and knocking him forward into the nearby ropes.

Grabbing onto the ropes with both hands, Leon shows signs of frustration as he hears Bronx laughing behind him.

JOHNSON: “Is Bronx making a joke out of this?”

VASSA: “I don’t think so, at least not yet.”

Whipping around and locking his sights on Bronx, Leon charges towards him. Closing in, he lunges for Bronx with both arms extended only to eat canvas as Bronx takes him face down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Back on his feet, Bronx takes a few steps back before laughing at the sight of Leon down on the mat.

Slapping the mat in anger, Leon quickly pushes himself up before dusting himself off and turning back in Bronx direction. Rushing in, Leon leaps into the air directly towards Bronx with a jumping knee strike. Wrapping his arms around Leon, Bronx catches him in mid-air before turning him over and driving him head first into the canvas.

Holding his head in tremendous pain, Leon curls up on his elbows and knees. Rising to his feet, Bronx steps in beside him, looking down with a smile on his face. Holding his hand over his crotch, Bronx then pretends to urinate on Leon as he remains down. The crowd grows louder and louder with laughter as Bronx humiliates Leon in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: “Oh come on! What is that?!”

VASSA: “It’s the pissman and he’s relieving himself right here in the ring!”

JOHNSON: “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

VASSA: “Now Bronx is making a joke out of this!”

After shaking it off, Bronx pretends to put it back in his pants before reaching down and wiping his hands across Leon’s back. He then pulls Leon up to his feet and locks onto his arm. Pulling back, Bronx attempts to whip him to the ropes but before he can even release, Leon reverses and sends Bronx to the ropes instead. As Bronx comes back on the rebound, Leon jumps straight up, spreading his legs as Bronx passes underneath and continues to the opposite ropes. Just as Bronx hits the ropes again, Leon spins around to face him. Leaping forward, Bronx wraps his arm around Leon’s head and flips him over, driving his head into the canvas with a running front flip DDT.

VASSA: “Lights out baby!”

JOHNSON: “Valescence’s Victory!”

VASSA: “This was just a cake walk for Bronx tonight!”

Nonchalantly, Bronx makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “That’s all she wrote folks!”

JOHNSON: “With the performance that Leon Black gave us in his debut, he deserved to have Bronx make a joke out of him.”

VASSA: “As short as this match was, I was damn sure entertained!”

JOHNSON: “Bronx has always had a natural art for putting on a great show inside of those ropes.”

“Stranger Things” hits the speakers as Bronx rises to his feet. Waving off Leon at his feet, Bronx then turns for the corner where he grabs his shades underneath the turnbuckle and place them over his eyes. As he turns around, the official is right there to grab his arm and raises it into the air as the fans begin to stir.

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

With his free arm, Bronx points the finger gun in Leon’s direction one last time before taking a shot and sending him on his merry way.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

As we cut from ringside to the backstage area we see everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens, in his wrestling attire. Stevens is seen standing outside of a door talking to himself.

STEVENS: “Come on now.”

Stevens says as he begins to pace.

STEVENS: “I know you don’t want to do this, but be the bigger man, and just get it over with.”

Stevens says as he stops in front of the door and looks up as the name on the outside of the door reads, “Royal Family.”

STEVENS: “Let’s get this over with……”

Stevens says as he knocks on the door. After a few seconds the door opens slowly to reveal 4CW’s princess, Genevie Carlson, standing behind the door and when she sees who’s standing on the other side she slams the door in the Texan’s face.

STEVENS: “Not surprised.”

Stevens says before knocking on the door once again, and after a few seconds nothing happens. Stevens growing impatient begins to pound on the door loudly and repeatedly under the door opens in a haste.

G.CARLSON: “What?!?!?!?!?!?!?”

She screams at Stevens.

STEVENS: “I need to talk to you. I just need a few minutes of your time.”

Stevens says as Genie is more annoyed than anything, but sighs and opens the door knowing Stevens isn’t going to leave unless he’s said his peace.

G. CARLSON: “I don’t need to waste my time talking to you.”

She rolls her eyes as Stevens comes in the locker room anyway, and she walks in behind him.

STEVENS: “I just wanted to come here in person and look you in the face, shake your hand, and congratulate you on your victory last show since you were clearly the better competitor on that night.”

Stevens says as he extends his hand, but 4CW’s Princess has no intention of reciprocating anything.

G. CARLSON: “Right, now you’re not going to act like a sore loser? Sorry, I don’t need you to congratulate me for being better than you.”

Genie says bluntly which causes Stevens to slowly retract his hand.

STEVENS: “Look, if you don’t want to accept my congratulations, fine, but you don’t have to be a bitch about it.”

Stevens says and Genie can’t help but laugh.

G. CARLSON: “Always been this way, either grow some balls and get over it, or get the fuck out of MY locker room.”

The anger starts to appear on his face as he takes a step forward.

STEVENS: “I’d be careful about pushing my buttons if I were you.”

Stevens warns Genie.

G. CARLSON: “Why is that? You think I sweat you? You’re in my locker room bitch!”

Genie boasts as she steps forward and gets chest to chest with Stevens.

STEVENS: “And last I looked you’re all alone……”

Gen snort laughs and shakes her head as she rolls her eyes.

G. CARLSON: “You don’t scare me. I may be alone but the last time you and me were alone? I kicked your ass.”

Stevens smirks and nods his head in a sarcastic way.

STEVENS: “Apparently your definition and my definition of “kicking someone’s ass” is completely different.”

Stevens says with air quotes as he looks down at the much smaller Genevie and smiles.

STEVENS: “Very nice.”

Stevens responds with a laugh as he by passes her face and stares at her assets.

G. CARLSON: “Pig!”

Gen reaches back and smacks the Texan across his face.

STEVENS: “Thank you ma’am can I have another?”

Stevens asks with a chuckle and Gen goes to slap Stevens, but the Texan was prepared for it as he catches the first slap and he catches the second one as well.

STEVENS: “How are you going to kick my ass now?”

Stevens says as he grip tightens around Genie’s hands and the princess begins to kneel before him because of the pain.

STEVENS: “Who’s kneeling now?”

Stevens laughs. Genevie winces through the pain before looking to see exactly where she is and a smirk crosses her face as she looks up at Stevens before driving her fist into the location of his most prized family jewels. His grip releases Gen’s hand as he covers where she hit and falls to the ground on his knees. His face blood red, as Gen stands up brushing the hair out of her face.

G. CARLSON: “Still looks like you, bitch.”

With a wave of her hand, she brushes her long dark hair to her back before exiting the room, leaving Stevens there.

STEVENS: “You’re going to pay for that, I can promise you that.”

Stevens says as he watches Gen exit the locker room.

Backstage, Alexis Morrison appears alone near several production equipment crates scattered throughout the area warming up close to the entrance tunnel leading toward to the audience waiting eagerly for their favorite 4 Corners Wrestling superstar to walk down. Her leather jacket appears across the nearest crate by the newcomer’s side. Several crew members and other talent pass her heading to different locations. She does the usual. Alexis stretches each leg then basically prepares herself mentally and physically for the real challenge. Facing off against Boston’s Gene Carlson. It was her big moment exhaling a deep breath. She reaches for her gloves and looks at them. Toss the gloves for black hand wraps rolling the cloth material onto her hands tightly as someone approaches her position from the right walking by. It was a 4CW Stagehand.

STAGEHAND: “Good luck, Alexis.”

Alexis lifts her head smiling politely.

MORRISON: “Thank you.”

The roar from the sold-out Keybank Arena is really picking up at this point. Alexis starts walking grabbing her leather jacket and throws it on, begins fluffing her short blonde hair out heading a few steps toward the entrance tunnel just in time as the start of her theme song kicks on.

UNDERCARD
GENEVIE CARLSON VS. ALEXIS MORRISON

JOHNSON: “So, our next match tonight will be none other than Genevie Carlson, taking on Alexis Morrison. Genevie had an impressive victory over Scott Stevens and Alexis Morrison got her 4CW career going with a big win in her debut as well.”

VASSA: “I know how you’re feeling about anyone from the Royal Family these days, Stevie, so I’ll try and keep you calm as much as possible.”

The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.

“Ah ah ah yep yep yep

The baddest bitch is back,

I’m back part 2, part 2

I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”

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

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 136lbs, she is THE BOSTON GENIE…GEEENNNEEEEVVVVVIIIEEE”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.

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

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

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

She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.

JOHNSON: “And there’s Genevie Carlson… I am trying to be as nonpartisan as possible Vinny, so I just won’t say anything right now.”

VASSA: “Probably best you don’t, probably for the best.”

JOHNSON: “However, things said on this broadcast normally by the wrestlers means that if I wanted to talk there wouldn’t be much censored in the process.”

A low tone beat mixed with an electric guitar sounds through the arena for a few seconds before going full force over the sound system. Cameras get a close up of the big screen as the Anti-Starlet logo is presented in until transitions into a video of the music video and clips of Alexis Morrison. This plays for a few minutes before entering fading back to an foggy entrance way. Out of the smoke, “The Anti-Starlet” Alexis Morrison walks onto the stage wearing a leather jacket, her blonde hair falls behind the woman, and she walks down.

POWERS: “From Salem, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the Anti-Starlet, Alexis Morrison!!!”

She stops, looks at the ring for a moment, circles it halfway before pulling herself onto the apron, giving a menacing stare back toward the crowd. Alexis climbs into ring with attitude, going straight to her respected corner taking off her leather jacket. The Anti-Starlet turns, she starts preparing herself while testing the ropes and carefully watching her surroundings.

JOHNSON: “I’m hoping for the Anti-Starlet to showcase something good her tonight and that’s not a shot at the Royal Family at all. I think she’s really talented and would like to see more of that tonight.”

VASSA: “And maybe a well placed kick to the jaw as well.”

JOHNSON: “Well, yeah. And here’s the bell!”

DING!!! DING!!!

As soon as the bell rings, Alexis Morrison charges across the ring at Genie Carlson. Carlson doesn’t stand her ground, but instead ducks under between the top and middle ropes which forces the referee to step in between Morrison and Carlson. In the brief moment that Morrison is forced to step backwards allows for Genie to attack with a rake of the eyes! Morrison stumbles back and Genie connects with a kick right to the side of Alexis’ head.

VASSA: “Big kick there by Carlson, Stevie. I doubt you’re enjoying these tactics to start this one off.”

JOHNSON: “They don’t surprise me at all, Vinny. Snakes do what snakes do.”

Morrison stumbles up against the ropes Genie charges in and sends Alexis across the ring with a whip, on the rebound Genie lifts up Morrison spins her around and drops her across her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Genie hooks the leg and goes for an early pin.

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TWO

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TH–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Alexis Morrison powering out of the early pin attempt there.”

VASSA: “Genie with a bit of a lazy pin, but a great move there.”

JOHNSON: “Let’s hope that catches up to her soon enough.”

VASSA: “You mean, doesn’t catch up to her.”

JOHNSON: “Sure.”

Genie pulls Alexis back up to her feet using a handful of hair to help and quickly dumps her into the corner turnbuckle. Genie charges in leaping up and connects with a body splash, she then grabs Morrison by the arm and sends her across the ring. Genie charges across the ring leaping into the air and connecting with a dropkick right to the jaw of Alexis Morrison. Morrison stumbles forward from the impact falling to her knees.

SMMMMMMACK!!!

SMMMMMMMACK!!!

SMMMMMMMMMACK!!!

Which allows Genie to connect with not one or two, but three vicious kicks across the chest which echo throughout the building! Genie runs off of the ropes as Morrison kneels there covering herself up in pain…

SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

…Genie flips and drives Morrison face first into the canvas with a neckbreaker shot!!

JOHNSON: “Bowdown! Genie Carlson connecting and Alexis Morrison has no choice but to bowdown in the ring.”

VASSA: “That’s hashtag bowdown to you.”

JOHNSON: “Here’s the cover by Genie…”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Morrison gets the shoulder up!”

VASSA: “It’s only a matter of time here before Genie finishes off this trash.”

An angry Genie Carlson pulls Alexis Morrison back up to her feet and throws her up against the back first across the ropes as she slings off Genie lifts her up spinning her around going for a spinebuster slam…

SLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

…but instead eat the mat as Alexis Morrison is somehow able to counter the spinebuster into a DDT!! Morrison is unable to follow that up with a pin attempt.

JOHNSON: “Great counter there by Alexis Morrison, and now the Anti-Starlet has a chance to turn the tides.”

VASSA: “She pulled the hair! Did you see her? She pulled Genie’s hair!”

JOHNSON: “Are you being serious? I can never tell.”

Morrison pulls herself back up as Genie does herself, Morrison charges towards the ropes and leaps up onto the middle rope springing backwards with a moonsault. She lands catching Genie around the neck with arms, and drops backwards…

SLLLLLLAMM!!!

…connecting with a reverse DDT!! The crowd pops for the incredible move Morrison is able to pull off. Morrison doesn’t stop there, she immediately gets back up to her feet and runs between the ropes and gets to the outside ring apron. In a sudden motion she leaps up onto the top ropes…

SLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

…pulling off a Springboard 630° Senton! She scrambles back over to where Genie is laying an goes for the cover!

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TWO

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THRE

JOHNSON: “Foot on the ropes! Genie Carlson is able to get her foot on the ropes and the referee has no choice but to stop the count!”

VASSA: “So very very close, Alexis Morrison’s got some hops. Maybe she should have played basketball or something.”

Morrison seems a little miffed by the foot on the ropes, but she gets back up to her feet and trudges off to the side corner where she begins to wait for Genie Carlson to get back up to her feet. Morrison stalks as Genie gets back up with use of the ropes, as Genie turns around Morrison charges going for a running bicycle kick, but Genie is able to sidestep that attempt! Morrison keeps running towards the corner and leaps up trying to spring off of the middle turnbuckle, Genie is able to catch her in mid-air!

SLLLLLAMMM!!!

Nailing a Alabama Slam which drives Alexis to the mat hard and possibly knocking all the air out of her lungs in the process. Carlson responds by walking around the body of Alexis Morrison with her arms extended outwards to soak in the boos from the crowd. She goes to pull Morrison back up to her feet, but Morrison counters and turns it into a small package roll-up!

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TWO

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THRE–

JOHNSON: “Morrison nearly got her again there with the small package, but Carlson is able to kick out.”

VASSA: “You’ve got someone like Morrison trying to prove something up against a champion like Genie Carlson and this is what you’re going to get.”

JOHNSON: “Genie better start taking her opponent a little more seriously than or she’s gonna get caught here soon enough.”

Both are back to their feet at the same time, Morrison gets for a roundhouse kick, but Carlson catches her by the heel. Genie spins her around, but Morrison steps-up onto her leg as she spins.

SMMMACKK!!!

Smacking the queen in the face with an enzuigiri! Genie stumbles into the ropes and slings off, Morrison scoops her up into a fireman’s carry position possibly looking to connect with a death valley driver, but Genie begins to wiggle out and slips down her back.

SLLLLLLAMMM!!!

Which allows Genie to connect with a backstabber! Morrison crumbles to the mat from the pain of two knees being driven into her back and Genie gets back up to her feet. No gloating, nothing.

JOHNSON: “Great counter there by the former Fate Champion!”

VASSA: “Showing true grit like a champion should.”

Morrison gets back up on all fours, as Genie charges in…

SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

…connecting with a curbstomp! Alexis Morrison’s face is driven into the canvas in a sudden and violent motion.

JOHNSON: “There it is, the Stiletto Kiss!! Here’s the cover…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

VASSA: “Genie with the win!”

JOHNSON: “And the Royal Family getting the win here tonight.”

Once again “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins play to as Genie demands for the referee to hold her arm high up into the air not once, but twice so that both sides of the crowd can see that she was victorious.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”

UNDERCARD
SCOTT STEVENS VS. MARIANO FERNANDEZ

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”

The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.

“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide

Gonna find you and take it slowly

Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide

Gonna find you and make you want me”

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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.

“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat

Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat

Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true

Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”

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

POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.”

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

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

As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.

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

An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. The arena lights suddenly go down once more, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.

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POWERS: “And now, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds! From somewhere in Skyrim… ‘THE GADFLY’… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

Something, however, seems off, as the Song of the Dragonborn doesn’t play…

“Oh mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law

Lawman has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home…”

JOHNSON: “And now we’re waiting for DA #TROLL GUY, he’s gonna have some trick up his sleeve for certain!”

VASSA: “Little good will it do him, as happened last Adrenaline, or before that, at Winter Wasteland!”

“Oh mama, I can hear your crying, you’re so scared and all alone!

Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don’t have very long!”

JOHNSON: “That doesn’t stop him from doing it every time he’s got the chance – and that’s a testament to his valor!”

VASSA: “And his mental retardation.”

At that point, the lights come back on, and the crowd erupts in cheers!

“The jig is up, the news is out, they’ve finally found me!

The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty!”

VASSA: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

JOHNSON: “And there’s Mariano Fernandez!”

Mariano poses for the crowd at the stage entrance, clad in a Mexican sombrero and a poncho!

VASSA: “The hell’s he doing!?”

JOHNSON: “He’s following the bounty hunter bit!”

Mariano tips his sombrero and begins marching down the aisle as the crowd continues to shower him with support.

“Never more to go astray! This will be the end today, of the wanted man!”

As Mariano reaches the ring, he removes his poncho and sombrero and tosses them to the crowd, and again they go wild!

JOHNSON: “And there you have it folks, DA #TROLL GUY – ready for a duel!”

VASSA: “And Scott Stevens is gonna send him to Boot Hill!”

Referee Logan Whitby checks with both men to make sure they’re ready for the start of the match and then signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As soon as the bell chimes a second time Stevens is at full speed heading across the ring. Manny, having looked away briefly at a fan in the front row, winks at the kid only to turn back into a vicious bi boot from Scott Stevens that flattens him. Relentless, Stevens reaches down and pulls Manny up by his soccer mom hair before locking his hands around the neck of the Gadfly, lifting him up into the air, spinning and planting him to the mat with a sit out powerbomb. He immediately shoves Mariano’s legs out of the way and rolls over, hooking Fernandez’s leg for an early pinfall attempt.

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KICKOUT!!!

Manny manages to get his shoulder up rather quickly but that only seems to fuel the rage of Stevens who doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood after the way the previous Adrenaline had ended. Back up to his feet, Stevens reaches down and drags Mariano upward, locking him up in a clinch before delivering knee after knee to the exposed face of DA #TROLL GUY. After ten strikes, Stevens deposits Fernandez down to the mat once more, this time placing his boot across his opponents chest, flexing his muscles as referee Logan Whitby once more slid in, counting the pinfall attempt.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Angrily, Stevens shoves the referee and orders him to count faster as Manny had managed to get his shoulder up once more, this time just a bit before the three could be counted. Dazed from the furious onslaught of Scott Stevens from the get go, Manny drags himself away from the larger man and over towards the ropes, which he uses to pull himself up. Once having regained some semblance of a vertical base, Manny allows the ropes to hold the majority of his wait upward, leaning against them for support as Stevens continues to argue with the referee.

JOHNSON: “This has been all Scott Stevens from the get go. At this point Mariano is just trying to weather the storm.”

VASSA: “Well what did he expect? Stevens is already pissed off about the last edition of Adrenaline and now this idiot is out here dressed like some half retarded Mexican bounty hunter. Of course the big Texan is going to take offense.”

Returning his attention to Mariano once more, Stevens tries to put the match away with another big boot, charging across the ring and aiming right for Mariano’s jaw. At the last second, however, Manny manages to slip out of the way and leave Stevens to get caught between his legs with the top rope. The pain recognition is immediate and severe, with Stevens eyes going crossed at the instant, overwhelming pain in his family jewels. Manny heaves a deep breath, thankful for the brief reprieve but taking advantage of it, running and springboarding off the middle turnbuckle, spinning and catching Stevens across the jaw with a knee that knocks him down off the top rope and back into the ring.

Dazed, Stevens pushes himself back up to his feet and turns face to face with his opponent who is waiting with a knowing smirk on his face. The crowd seems to know what’s coming as an arena wide intake of breath can be heard.

”FUS RO DAH!

Manny moves towards Stevens and connects with The Gadfly! A step up enziguri that knocks Stevens down to a knee. Snorting, Manny bounces off the nearby ropes and comes back, wrapping his arm around Stevens head and sending him face first to the canvas with a running bulldog. Bouncing up to his feet, feeling momentum suddenly in his favor, Manny spins in a circle momentarily with his arms out wide before pointing down at Stevens at shouting at him once more, the fans joining along with him.

”SKYRIM FOR THE NORDS!”

He runs off one set of ropes, sprinting across the ring and stepping over Stevens fallen body before bouncing off the opposite set of ropes. Once more Manny nears Stevens body and this time drops a sharp elbow across his sternum. Quickly, Manny flips over and hooks the leg of the big man. Whitby slides in, ready to count the pinfall.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

The crowd groans as Stevens manages to kick out at the last second. Not deterred, Mariano backs off and waits for Stevens to slowly get back to his feet. Having seen this before, the crowd buzzes with anticipation as the groggy Stevens works his way back up to his hands and knees.

JOHNSON: “This entire evening up to this point has been a series of sharp swings back and forth in momentum and this match is no different.”

VASSA: “I can’t believe this idiot might actually win. This can’t be happening.”

Stevens stands, wobbling on both of his two legs, only to have Manny grab him by the shoulders and spin him around. As he does so the crowd shouts just as Mariano does.

”PROBLE-OHHHH!

Before Mariano can manage to spray the mist in Stevens eyes, Stevens spins and tries to take Mariano’s head off with a brutal clothesline. In the nick of time, Manny manages to duck underneath Stevens arm, charging across the ring to bounce of the ropes. On the rebound, just as Stevens is turning to face him, Manny leaps low and delivers a drop kick directly to Scott Stevens knee.

JOHNSON: “ARROW TO THE KNEE!”

VASSA: “Ugh… here it comes…”

Buckled to one knee, Stevens is helpless as Manny positions himself to spray the mist in his eyes. Stevens turns and takes the brunt of the brutal mist to the eyes, causing him to groan in pain. However, at the same time he manages to lock his arms around the neck of Fernandez, pulling him down to the mat with overwhelming force.

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD TOXIC STING!”

VASSA: “YES THANK GOD!”

Briefly, Stevens wipes at his eyes trying to clear his vision but gives up and instead gropes for Manny’s body, rolling him over onto his back before he drapes an arm across Manny’s chest. Whitby, with no other option, drops to his hands and knees and counts the pinfall.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

As the referee signals for the bell, Stevens continues to wipe at his eyes trying to clear the mist that Mariano had spewed into his eyes from his vision. Reaching down, Logan Whitby raises Scott Stevens arm in the air victoriously as Mike Powers announces the win.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall…SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”

JOHNSON: “My goodness what a big win this is for Scott Stevens heading into All or Nothing. After a tough loss last week he certainly couldn’t risk heading into a match with the champion on a losing streak.”

VASSA: “Thank god he won. I’m no fan of Scott Stevens but Mariano Fernandez is an absolute buffoon and a disgrace to this business. I’m glad he lost. That’s what you get for spitting shit in someone’s eyes.”

Our last shot before fading backstage is of Scott Stevens rolling himself out of the ring, continuing to rub at his eyes while heading up the entrance ramp leaving Mariano to recover in the ring.

Walking alone, Perry makes his way down the hall as he looks down to his phone in hand. As he continues forward, the sounds of life within the arena slowly begin to fade as they become more distant. Ahead, a private section of the backstage area is roped off as if it were VIP access only. A man dressed in all black stands silent with a velvet rope behind him stretching from one side of the hall to the other.

WALLACE: “Coming through.”

With that, the man grabs one end of the rope, pulling it away from the gold plated pole it’s attached through. Stepping to the other side, the man leaves an opening for Perry walk through. As the man attaches the rope back to the pole, Perry pays him no mind as he continues forward before finally coming to a stop just feet away from a wooden door. Grabbing the handle, he slowly begins turning it before a thought crosses his mind, forcing him to stop from going any further.

WALLACE: “Hold up, they could be changing in there.”

Turning to the camera, a smile comes to his face before he gives everyone watching a wink.

WALLACE: “Not tonight folks.”

Pulling his door away from the handle, he then raises it and knocks against the wood at eye level. He waits a moment before footsteps are heard approaching from the other side of the door and it opens to reveal Tara Davidson standing there as she smiles at him before stepping back to allow him to be able to walk inside of the room.

DAVIDSON: “This is a nice surprise.”

As Perry enters the room, she closes the door behind him, the camera already having followed them in the dressing room where it is revealed that she is not alone. Genevie Carlson sits on the black leather couch as the two female members of The Royal Family have been treated to the most luxurious treatment for their dressing room at the arena tonight. Tara walks over towards the couch and sits besides Genie as Perry looks around the surroundings.

DAVIDSON: “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something important, it’s about the tag team titles.”

Perry’s attention has been captured as he focuses his attention on the two women on the couch across from where he is standing. Tara glances over towards Genie who smiles at her best friend before she looks back over towards Perry. She places both of her hands upon one knee after she crosses her legs in a casual manner.

DAVIDSON: “As you know, my husband has yet to be medically cleared to make his return to 4CW and active competition leaving me unable to defend our tag team championship belts. A real shame too.”

Walking along the wall across from them, Perry balls his fist, raising his hand upward and pressing the knuckle of his index finger against his lips. Coming to a stop as he reaches the adjacent wall in front of him, he spins around. With his head tilted downward, he shifts his eyes up, looking across the room to Tara and Genie.

WALLACE: “You’re right, that is a damn shame.”

Pulling his hand away from his mouth, he signs momentarily before shifting his eyes downward and looking to the floor. A few moments of silence pass before an idea comes to mind, causing his head to shoot up.

WALLACE: “You and JPD have successfully defended against any challengers ever since winning the championships early last year. You two killed it at Bad Company Two.”

Turning in their direction, he slowly proceeds towards them.

WALLACE: “It’s been awhile since the Tag Team Championships have been defended. A little too long if you ask me. Despite JPD’s health and inability to fight side by side with you, they must be defended in two weeks at All or Nothing. We already have teams lining up to step in the ring with the champs.”

DAVIDSON: “Don’t you think I want to defend my tag team championship belts? Of course I do. Jason and I came in and completely dominated the tag team division and now it’s become nothing more than a joke since his injury.”

Tara shakes her head as she uncrosses her legs before she gets up from the couch. She makes her way over towards Perry as a smile begins to tug at the corners of her mouth.

DAVIDSON: “Of course with no medical clearance, it’s impossible for Jason to be able to help me defend those tag team championship belts, so I think it’s time we start talking about an alternative solution.”

Crossing his arms, Perry thinks to himself for a moment as the two ladies look on in silence.

WALLACE: “Let me ask you a question. Be straight up with me here. How long do you think JPD is going to be on the shelf?”

DAVIDSON: “If I’m being completely honest with you? We don’t even know for sure, he’s visited almost every single doctor he could, and none of them can give him a real estimate.”

WALLACE: “Hmm… okay.”

Thinking to himself for another moment, his eyes bounce back and forth from Tara to Genie. Holding his hand up and extending his index fingers, he shakes his hand as an idea comes to mind.

WALLACE: “I have an idea. You two are Royal Family or whatever the kids are calling it. I don’t think you two would have any problems at all fighting beside one another, watching over each other’s backs. Am I right?”

DAVIDSON: “You’re more than right. In fact it’s almost like you’re reading our minds right now.”

WALLACE: “Well, what if Genie were to become your new partner?”

He questions as he turns his undivided attention to Tara. She places her hands on her hips before she turns her head over towards where Genie is sitting and both women smile at each other. Tara looks back over towards Perry still with a smile on her face..

DAVIDSON: “Are you kidding me? That would be great. I think Genie and I have already proven how well we work together as a tag team.”

WALLACE: “With JPD on the shelf and no real timetable on a return, I was thinking that this could be more of a permanent thing and not just a temporary substitution.”

He then turns his attention to Genie before stepping forward and placing a hand down upon her shoulder.

WALLACE: “For weeks, even months, I’ve listened as people made claims that you needed others to win or some other type of bullshit that isn’t true. Time and time again, you’ve proved them wrong. We need you, Genie. Step into the spotlight and show each and every one of those mother fuckers that you’re more than what they say you are.”

Genie looks from Wallace to Tara with a smirk on her face, nodding her head.

G. CARLSON: “I like the sound of that, and really what kind of bestie would I be, if I didn’t help my friends out when they were in need? I’d be crazy to say no. I’m not gonna let my friends, or you down. Time to step up, and prove The Royal Family ain’t nothing to fuck with. Me and Tara got this!”

Patting her over the shoulder, a smile comes to Perry’s face.

WALLACE: “Make me proud, princess. You’re now one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions. There are some tough challenges ahead, but I know the two of you can do it. Shut those assholes up!”

UNDERCARD
SATIVA NEVAEH VS. PERSEPHONE MARQUIS

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

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

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

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

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

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“Loyal” by Chris Brown begins to play throughout the arena. Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Upper Eastside Manhattan, weighing in at one hundred twenty-one pounds and the same height as every other bitch in this place, which is five feet and seven inches tall. She is the former Fate Champion, ‘The Queefster’, ‘Marky Mark’, ‘The Ass Eater Extraordinaire’, ‘Mr. Brightside’ herself – PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS!!!”

She had been waiting for Powers to finish announcing her, hands on her hips as she stares at him incredulously while still standing on the ramp. She shakes her head and sighs, continuing down the ramp. Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions to her. At some points, she pretends to be interested before continuing on; snatching some man’s waving money and not giving him the time of the day.

Folding the cash and stuffing it into her wrestling top

“These hoes ain’t loyal!”

She enters the ring and regards the referee with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk.

VASSA: “Them hoes ain’t loyal!”

JOHNSON: “But these fans are!”

VASSA: “These fans are in for one hell of a match! Next up we have Sativa Nevaeh taking on Persephone Marquis.”

JOHNSON: “I’m honestly surprised that these two haven’t faced off yet since they both literally came to Adrenaline around the same time.”

VASSA: “You know, that is surprising. You would think these two would have tested each other at least once by now.”

JOHNSON: “While they haven’t, the two have done some respectable things for themselves in 4CW leading up to this point.”

VASSA: “Sativa is a former XTV Champion since returning. Marquis is a former Fate Champion. Both of these ladies have held gold in 4CW since coming into the fold last summer.”

JOHNSON: “Neither are holding gold currently at the moment, but both are looking to get some back around their waists.”

VASSA: “Sativa will have an opportunity sooner than Marquis as she’s destined to face off with Dakota Smith for a rematch following her successful defense against Johnny Evil.”

JOHNSON: “As for Marquis, she came up short in her Pride match at Winter Wasteland but if she can keep grinding the way we know she can, she’ll be back in title contention in no time.”

VASSA: “This match may seem meaningless to some, but the outcome could propel one of these ladies in the right direction.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the official checks in with both ladies before receiving the okay from them. With both ladies locked and loaded, the official then signals for the bell, starting off tonight’s bout between Sativa and Persephone.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell silences, sativa and Marquis leave their corners and approach each other. Stopping face to face in the center of the ring, the two share a long, silent stare amongst each other. Laughing, Marquis then swings her arm around to slap Sativa in the face. Catching her arm and wrapping her hand around Marquis’ wrist, Sativa blocks the slap from connecting and follows up with a swift kick to the stomach. Marquis instantly lunges over and as she does, Sativa grabs onto her head with both hands and holds it in place as she pops her foot up from the mat, driving her knee into Marquis’ face.

Marquis stands straight up from the knee to the face and as she does, Sativa then spins around and connects with a reverse elbow to her head. Stumbling back, Marquis quickly regains her footing but not in time as Sativa rushes in and knocks her to the mat with a running shoulder block. Marquis instantly rolls over to her stomach before pushing herself up to one knee. Grabbing onto her, Sativa then pulls Marquis up the rest of the way and locks onto her arm, whipping her to the ropes across the ring.

As marquis comes back on the rebound, Sativa takes a few steps forward before jumping up from the mat and aiming a knee straight for Marquis’ head. Dropping to the mat feet first, Marquis turns her body and slides on her belly across the mat and underneath Sativa. As Sativa lands back to her feet, Marquis pops up to hers before jumping up and planting both feet into Sativa’s back with a dropkick. Falling forward, Sativa’s chest hits the ropes and forces her to bounce off, shooting her backwards towards marquis who has risen back to her feet. Catching Sativa in her arms, Marquis positions herself beside her before dropping her face first into the canvas with a forward Russian leg sweep.

JOHNSON: “Persephone has quickly turned things around!”

VASSA: “From the start, I thought Sativa was going to take charge but that quickly came to an end after Persephone dodged that jumping knee.”

Back on her feet, Marquis quickly begins stomping on Sativa’s shoulder over and over. Jumping into the air, Marquis then comes down with a knee drop to the back of her shoulder. Rolling over to her back, Sativa moves the targeted shoulder away from Marquis before grabbing ahold of it with the hand from her unharmed arm. On her feet, Marquis looks to the ropes behind her before taking off in their direction. Bouncing off the ropes and coming back with quickness, Marquis slides feet first to the mat and plants both into the side of Sativa’s head with a baseball slide.

Quickly crawling over Sativa, Marquis goes for the pin as the official drops down beside them with the count.

ON–

Before the official’s hand can even slap the mat the first time, Sativa fights through the pain and pops her injured shoulder up from the mat. Mounting herself on top of Sativa’ Marquis then draws back and takes a swing, clocking Sativa against the side of the head with a closed fist. She then draws back once more and swings, this time throwing her arm right between Sativa’s hands as she catches it before contact can be made. Twisting Marquis’ wrist, Sativa rolls her off and over to the side. With the pressure still applied to Marquis’ wrist, Sativa slowly works herself back up to her feet.

Extending Marquis arm outward, with her free arm, Sativa drops an elbow over the back of Marquis’. Sativa then kicks Marquis in the stomach, knocking her back a couple of steps before pulling her in and dropping her to her back with a short-arm clothesline. Turning to the ropes not to far beside them, Sativa takes off and leaps into the air. Planting both feet onto the middle rope, Sativa springboards off and flips through the air, landing across Marquis with a moonsault.

Hooking Marquis’ leg, Sativa tries to end it quickly as the official races over for the count.

ONE

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Kicking out and pushing upward with both hands, Persephone throws Sativa off of her and breaks up the officials count.

JOHNSON: “Persephone kicks out after one!”

VASSA: “That’s one for each as both ladies have escaped a pin attempt thus far.”

JOHNSON: “We have a bit of a fast paced match on our hands with these two.”

VASSA: “I just hope it slows down some because that’s when the ATM comes into play!”

JOHNSON: “This is a wrestling match. Why would they need money?”

VASSA: “Riiiiiiight.”

Pushing herself up to her feet, Sativa then pulls Marquis up from the mat. Lifting Marquis off her feet, Sativa then throws her down onto her back with a scoop slam. Hopping over Marquis, Sativa darts for the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back on the rebound, Sativa leaps forward, flipping through the air and landing across Marquis’ body with her back. Rolling up to her feet fluidly, Sativa continues to the opposite ropes and hits them even harder. Leaping forward and extending her legs, she comes down for Marquis’ head with a leg drop.

TTHHUUDD!!!

At the last split second, Marquis rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but canvas to break Sativa’s fall as she misses the leg drop. Marquis quickly gets to her feet and races in before Sativa can even begin to get back up. Kicking her leg forward, she plants her foot directly into the center of Sativa’s back. Locking onto her head with two handfuls of hair, Marquis then pulls her up to her feet before spinning her around. The entire crowd gasps as Marquis then draws back and slaps Sativa across the face, creating a thunderous echo as the flesh on flesh sound roars over the loud crowd.

SSSLLLAAAPPP!!!

Sativa quickly reacts and ducks down, grabbing both Marquis’ legs and pulling them out from under her, dropping her flat on her back. Releasing one foot, Sativa then locks onto Marquis’ other and goes for a figure four leg lock. After turning around, Sativa gets taken by surprise as she looks to Marquis once more, catching a kick from her free foot directly in the chest.

Releasing Marquis’ foot, Sativa stumbles backwards as Marquis pops back to her feet. Bouncing off the ropes, Sativa lunges forward with a clothesline aimed for marquis head. Ducking underneath, Marquis steps in behind Sativa and wraps both arms around her waist. Lifting Sativa into the air, Marquis goes to drop her with a German suplex but Sativa slips out of her hold and rolls backwards, flipping over and coming down to the mat on her feet as Marquis crashes empty handed.

Instantly, Marquis rolls over and pushes herself up as Sativa settles her feet. Just as Marquis stands, Sativa then kicks her in the stomach with full force, causing her to buckle over but then standing her straight up as she follows up with a European uppercut. Marquis quickly retaliates with an elbow shot to Sativa’s face, knocking her back a step. Kicking her foot up, she plants it into Sativa’s stomach and then wraps her arm around Sativa’s head as she lunges over. Marquis then goes for a quick DDT but before she can make the first move, Sativa counters with a Northern Lights suplex, flipping her up and over to her back and bridging it for the pin.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: “Things are starting to heat up a little bit, Vinny.”

VASSA: “Sativa almost put her away right there with that last pin attempt following a chain of reversals.”

JOHNSON: “Almost just isn’t going to cut it when facing off against Persephone Marquis.”

Standing tall, Sativa circles Marquis, taking a short moment to catch her breath before quickly moving in. Pulling Marquis up from the mat, Sativa turns her body and steps in closely, locking in an abdominal stretch. She then rolls backwards to the mat, pulling Marquis along with her. Landing on the canvas gracefully, Marquis uses the momentum to roll sideways, sitting them both upright. Sativa then nails her with a crossface, rolling her over to all fours and standing over her back.

Grabbing onto Marquis’ arm, Sativa goes to apply an arm bar but Marqjuis quickly rips her arm away before scooting backwards out from under Sativa’s legs. Popping back to her feet, Marquis rushes in just as Sativa turns around to face her. Jumping up, Marquis wraps both legs around Sativa’s waist and locks her arms around Sativa’s one arm. Falling backwards, Marquis hits the mat and pulls Sativa down and over her, flipping her over to her back. With Sativa’s arms in her clutches, Marquis extends her legs across Sativa’s chest before pulling back and trying to rip Sativa’s arm out of socket.

Marquis’ legs slightly lift off Sativa’s chest, giving Sativa a small opening to roll her leg back and hook it around Marquis’. Throwing her leg forward and turning, Sativa rolls Marquis over to her stomach before sliding forward and wrapping her arm around the back of Marquis’ head. Marquis pulls her head out of Sativa’s hold while pushing herself away. Grabbing onto Sativa’s wrist, Marquis folds her arm behind her back before standing. Spinning around, Sativa slips her wrist out of marquis hands and turns to face her, grabbing Marquis foot and lifting it up, forcing Marquis to fall backwards to the mat.

Springing herself up from all fours, Sativa wraps her arm over Marquis face, nearly locking in a headlock. Rolling her body back, Marquis then pulls her leg in and hooks it around Sativa’s head, ripping her off of her as she slams it down and locks Sativa’s head between her legs, pinning her shoulder to the mat. Before the official can even drop down to count, Sativa kicks out, freeing herself as both ladies quickly race to their feet.

VASSA: “Jesus, I’m nearly dizzy after watching that cycle of events.”

JOHNSION: “The ladies just keep getting one step ahead of the other just as one is about to make a move.”

VASSA: “Reversal upon reversal upon reversal! It’s hard to keep up with what’s what and who’s who.”

Standing first, Marquis rushes in towards Sativa and hits her over the back with a solid forearm shot. She then locks onto Sativa’s arm before going to whip her to the ropes. Just as Marquis goes to release, Sativa reverses the throw and pulls Marquis in to her instead. Wrapping both arms around Marquis head, Sativa goes to quickly put her down with the Got Em!

JOHNSON: “This might be it!”

VASSA: “NNNOOOOOO!!!”

Pulling her head away from Sativa’s grip, Marquis then plants both hands into Sativa’s back and pushes her away and to the ropes. As Sativa hits the ropes and bounces back, Marquis turns to the adjacent set of ropes directly beside them and jumps up into the air. Landing on the middle rope, Marquis uses them to slingshot herself into the air before spinning around. Closing in on Sativa as she approaches, Marquis wraps her arms around Sativa’s head before spinning them both around and planting her head into the canvas with a springboard tornado DDT.

VASSA: “OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: “Petty Cash!”

VASSA: “Queef reversed Sativa’s Got Em and hit her with a move of her own.”

With Sativa laid out in the center of the ring, Marquis crawls over to her and rolls her over to her back. Laying across her, Marquis waves for the official to hurry with the count. Sliding in beside them, the official then raises his hand and begins the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Persephone wins it folks!”

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

VASSA: “Just when you think Sativa is about to put her in her place, Queef proves why she’s such a threat inside of that ring.”

“Loyal” hits the speakers as Persephone slowly rises to her feet. Full of confidence, she looks down to Sativa with a snicker before turning to the crowd and looking throughout the entire arena. Stepping in beside her, the official then lifts her arm into the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS!!!”

At the sound of her name, Marquis rips her arm away from the official before heading towards the ropes and dipping right through them. Without looking back, she then continues up the ramp as her music continues playing over the obnoxious crowd.

The scene opens up with the door to Perry Wallace’s office opening up. Adrian Tanner walks in looking at Wallace who is sitting on his desk twirling a freshly rolled joint around in his fingers. It isn’t long before Tanner takes notice to Johnny Evil who is leaning against the wall to the side of him with a frustrated look across his face.

Due to a lot of hostility, Tanner tightens up and looks as if he’s ready to lunge at Evil. Evil gives of a sarcastic smirk as Perry stops examining the joint…

WALLACE: “Tanner, don’t. I know how much you just want to punch this scumbag in the face, but right now isn’t the time.”

Evil smirks…

Evil: “Well, he could try…”

Tanner: “Trust me I can do more than try.”

Tanner gives a snarled nod in Evil’s direction as if to say ‘fuck you’, before looking back at Perry who begins examining his joint once more.

WALLACE: “There’s something I want you to do for me, Tanner. I already mentioned it to Evil and he’s not as pleased about it. I’m sure you aren’t going to be either.”

Evil: “You’re damn right I’m not pleased about it!”

Tanner looks around confused for a moment.

WALLACE: “Look, I need the Asshole Antagonists right now more than ever. As you can see the tag team division has been lacking for a while and still is. This match for the 4CW Tag Team Championship needs competitors. Hell, the whole division needs more competitors. As much as I don’t want to force people into teams, it has to happen…”

Tanner: “So, really what are you trying to say Wallace?”

WALLACE: “What does it sound like I’m saying? The Asshole Antagonists need to be part of that tag team championship match!”

Tanner shakes his head no frantically, looking displeased…

Tanner: “Sorry, I don’t team with backstabbing pieces of shit!”

Evil chuckles…

Evil: “You mad, bruh?”

Wallace shakes his head and drops the joint onto his table, holding his hand into the air…

WALLACE: “Alright, just calm the fuck down, both of you. You’re giving me a headache… I believe in this team regardless of the situation!”

Tanner: “That’s easy for you to say, you wouldn’t be the one teaming with this fuck.”

Evil looks in Tanner’s direction…

Evil: “Blow me, bitch!”

WALLACE: “Goddamnit!!”

Wallace holds his head as if there bickering is starting to make his brain hurt…

WALLACE: “Don’t you understand?”

Tanner: “Understand what, there is nothing to understand.”

WALLACE: “Evil has a lot to say, slandering this company. Walking around with a pissy ass attitude saying he’s mistreated. We know that’s a fucking lie, but I’ll feed into his bullshit anyway because I’m a nice fucking guy despite what people may say about me. You on the other hand, deserve a shot at a title. It’s the only compromise I have to offer for All or Nothing.”

Tanner scratches his head in confusion.

Tanner: “It’s not much of a compromise, Wallace. You could have stuck me in a 4CW Pride Championship match, or gave me a shot at the Fate Championship. Fuck Johnny, let him fend for himself.”

Evil shrugs it off.

Evil: “Then you wonder why I stabbed you in the fucking back. This isn’t just the Adrian Tanner Jr. Story. Other people besides you deserve shit too.”

Tanner: “Maybe if you weren’t such a mopey little bitch you’d win matches too.”

Evil pulls himself from the wall and steps toward Tanner until both of them come forehead to forehead, neither backing down.

Evil: “Say it again…”

Smashing his hands on his table, Perry stands up from his office chair…

WALLACE: “For fucks sake! There isn’t going to be any fighting going on in my office. The match has been signed. Both of you are going to have to accept it and try to co-exist and get shit down.”

Wallace looks down at the table, eyeing the joint.

WALLACE: “For now, get out of my office. I got a joint of some AK-47 I would prefer to smoke in peace without the fucking drama! I can take a look at Twitter for that bullshit”

The scene switches back out to the arena where “Motivation” by T.I. is playing and Elijah Carlson is waiting in the ring already dressed in his gear for later in the evening. Microphone in hand, Eli paces slowly back and forth until his music fades. A few more moments of silence, with the fans booing and chanting at him, pass before the 4CW Champion finally raises the microphone to his lips to address the crowd.

E. CARLSON: ”On the last episode of Adrenaline I showed each and every one of you imbeciles sitting in the audience and watching on television at home exactly why I’m the 4CW Champion. It doesn’t matter who is in my way. It doesn’t matter what kind of threats are made against me. When I want something, I will go to the ends of the earth to get it. And when someone is in my debt, I always make sure they pay up.”

Slowly, Eli continues to walk back and forth in the ring, his face expressionless as he looks over to the commentators table to see both Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sitting there.

E. CARLSON: ”Our dearly beloved commentator Steve Johnson was an innocent victim and I’m sure he wants to blame me but the simple fact of the matter was that it wasn’t my fault. It was Perry Wallace’s fault. It was Wallace’s fault for not dealing with Scott Stevens as he should have. He left me with no other choice but to bring the show to a stand still and burn it down around him. For too long has Perry believed that he is the one pulling the strings. Not any longer. In spite of his threats. In spite of his tough talk. It isn’t Perry Wallace that runs this show. It’s me.. The KING of this company. I’ve been saying it for two weeks now. What I did to Steve was just the beginning. I warned you, Vassa. If you showed up here tonight it would be your ass on the chopping block next. Come here and KNEEL before your king.”

The camera pans in on Vassas face, which is a mask of fear, as he shakes his head that he doesn’t want to get in the ring. Without another word, Eli walks over to the ropes and sits on the middle one, pushing up on the top rope before pointing at Vassa and mouthing the words now before jerking his thumb over his shoulder indicating that he was going to get in the ring one way or the other. With a sigh, Vassa takes his headset off and sets it down. As he waddles toward the ring, Eli slides himself out to retrieve a steel chair before rolling himself back in.

E. CARLSON: ”On your knees, Vinny. It’s nothing personal. You can thank Perry Wallace for this. You see, unlike him, I’m a man of my word. Where Perry has a history of using lies and charades and smoke screens to cloud the truth and disguise his true intentions, I ALWAYS do what I say I’m going to do. He could have stopped this. He could have apologized. All he had to do two weeks ago was look me in the eye and tell me he was going to make things right. That’s what he did for Johnny Evil. That’s what he did for Jett fucking Wilder. But for me? The Champ? The man who has carried this company on his back for months now? He had no time for me. He didn’t give me what was RIGHTFULLY mine and now others have to suffer because of it.”

Kneeling down before Eli, Vinny whimpers helplessly. Truth be told it was hard to understand what would have compelled him to actually get in the ring in the first place but it was probably that Eli would’ve drug him to the ring if he hadn’t come of his own free will. With a pause, Eli dropped the microphone and grasped the chair with both of his hands. For a moment he lined Vinny up, taking a step back before stepping towards Vinny and raising the chair above his head. With vicious speed, Eli brought the chair downward towards Vassas head….. And nothing happened. A loud sob escaped the fat commentators lips, expecting to be knocked stupid with a steel chair. Instead, Eli stopped a hair before making contact. A sinister smile crossed his lips as he tossed the chair aside, retrieving the microphone.

E. CARLSON: ”You see, Vinny. I can be merciful instead. Because you did something that not even that ugly fuck Scott Stevens could do. You waddled your fat ass into this ring and you faced me like a man and so you live to commentate another week. But Scott Stevens. In a few short weeks at All or Nothing? There’s going to be no corner on this planet dark enough to hide you from the wrath that’s coming. Pay attention to what I do to Dakota tonight and know that it’s nothing in comparison to what I’m going to do to you.”

Tossing the microphone over his shoulder, Eli pats Vassas tear stained face with the palm of his hand, laughing before rolling out of the ring and heading back up the entrance ramp as the chorus of “Motivation” by T.I. plays until the scene changes once more.

The scene slowly transitions backstage where we find Perry Wallace walking through the halls of the KeyBank Arena. To his right, a member of the production crew tags along with a tablet in hand, jotting down notes as Perry rambles on and on.

WALLACE: “I don’t care what we have to do! I’ll be damned if I let The Patriots steal the spotlight just because that cheating son of a bitch Brady decides to win another goddamn Super Bowl.”

Taking a sharp right, they continue along their path, Perry growing angrier with every footstep taken.

WALLACE: “The fucking show is coming to Boston! Foxborough had their time and it’s come to an end. Massachusetts isn’t going to know what hit them!”

Coming to an abrupt stop, Perry’s demeanor quickly changes as a smile comes to his face. Turning to the production crew member, he places a hand on the young man’s shoulder before speaking once more.

WALLACE: “Do me a favor and give me a few moments, please. I’ll catch up with you in a bit. Stay on your toes. There’s no telling what Eli’s capable of as of late.”

Giving the young man a firm pat across the shoulder, Perry then sends him on his way before turning his attention dead ahead. Rubbing his goatee, he proceeds forward with a bit of caution. Step by step, his soft smile grows wider and wider as he closes in on what’s ahead.

WALLACE: “Well look what we have here.”

Stopping in his tracks, he gently rubs his hands together, cocking his head slightly to the side as he looks ahead.

WALLACE: “After extending the invitation, I wasn’t so sure that you would actually come.”

RYAN: ” What can I say, I’ve always enjoyed watching hell freeze over.”

Amber Ryan leans against the wall, watching Wallace with a half smile.

RYAN: “Of course I’m still in a mild state of shock that you’d extend such an invite considering the last time I was in a 4CW ring.”

Softly laughing, he steps forward, walking closer to Amber with slight caution.

WALLACE: “What can I say? Times are a little different now. I think we both can agree on that. Despite unwarranted and undeserving attacks last year, I’ve always given Mo–you a good bit of attention.”

It’s Amber’s turn to chuckle, making no effort to move back as Perry edges ever closer.

RYAN: “Unwarranted and undeserving? We could argue all night bout that. Still can’t disagree with the fact that you’re one of the few who has given me the time of day.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he smiles briefly, still closing the gap between them.

WALLACE: “You’ve always caught my eye, Amber, whether good or bad. The past is the past! Here we are almost a year later without certain alliances standing in between us. I’m just glad that you could make it here tonight. I wanted to talk to you about something that I felt would be better if it were in person.”

Amber straightens up from the wall, her stance not quite defensive while her expression remains vaguely amused by Wallace’s approach.

RYAN: “… and I’m here, so start talking.”

WALLACE: “I guess winning you over with my charm is out of the question.”

Standing just a couple of steps away from Amber, Perry looks her over briefly before making eye contact.

WALLACE: “Despite the violent side to you that I’ve personally seen, you’ve always been quite the beauty.”

Grinning, he rubs his goatee for a short moment before extending his hand in her direction.

WALLACE: “Down to business. It’s no secret that a former employer of yours is no longer in business. Although the two of us may not have always seen eye to eye, there’s no doubt that you’re a talented individual inside of the ring. No pun intended, but you’re quite the attraction.”

RYAN: “You never turn that charm off, do you? You can drop it, I’m already in the door. This industry is a fickle and impatient mistress Wallace and I’m not gonna spend my life mourning all the places that have fallen through the cracks. A gal’s gotta keep on keeping on…”

Nodding in agreement, he holds his arm across his midsection, propping the elbow from his other arm onto it and resting his hand beneath his chin.

WALLACE: “The charm is always engaged, dear.”

Pulling his hand away from his chin and extending his index finger, he slowly begins waving it back and forth.

WALLACE: “Keeping on you have! It’s a shame that no one has signed you to a long term deal. You have it all, the talent, the attitude, and the sex appeal. Here’s what I’m thinking…”

Lowering his hand, he takes a step forward, closing the distance between them.

WALLACE: “How about after the show, we can discuss your future with 4CW? Grab some dinner and a few drinks.”

Amber reduces the distance as she steps in, an almost vindictive smile spreading across her lips.

RYAN: “I hope for your sake that you aren’t just trying to flirt with me. It’s just business Perry, try anything and you better hope I’m not armed. I’ll see you later then, don’t bother calling cause I’m not going anywhere.”

Shocked, Perry’s jaw drops to the floor.

WALLACE: “I am offended! I can’t even be nice without people thinking something is up.”

Extending his arms outward to his sides, he slowly shrugs his shoulders as the look on his face transitions into a smile.

WALLACE: “I’ll find you after the show is over for this ‘hot’ business dinner.”

Pointing in her direction, he winks before taking a step back and turning in the opposite direction. Whistling as he walks away, he turns the corner before disappearing from the scene.

UNDERCARD
ADRIAN TANNER JR. VS. MATTHIAS BARROWS

W/ GUEST REFEREE BRYAN WILLIAMS

JOHNSON: “Interesting match coming up next folks, because as you can see the Pride champion is already standing in the ring.”

VASSA: “That’s correct, it seems that Perry Wallace thought this might have been a good idea. All things considered lately.”

JOHNSON: “Well, we’re about to see Matthias Barrows take on Adrian Tanner Jr, who actually pinned the Pride champion at Adrenaline Sixty! Thanks in part to a distraction by Matthias Barrows himself!”

VASSA: “You say distraction, I say opportunity! Matthias has a big opportunity here, a win over Tanner could put him in title contention.”

JOHNSON: “He might not even have to wait too long, Bryan didn’t seem too pleased with how things went.”

VASSA: “Well, either way, it’s his own fault really. Calling Matthias out like that, he had no business speaking on that matter!”

JOHNSON: “It’s a shame, but Bryan is tasked with keeping things down the middle tonight.”

VASSA: “He better! This goober even brought his Pride title down to the ring, can you believe that?”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: “Matthias certainly not lacking an entourage here tonight, Bryan might have his hands full with Stacy and Gary being out here.”

VASSA: “Come on Steve, what do you take Matthias for? He’s going to play it clean, they certainly won’t get involved.”

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

E A R T H A R M Y

RECRUITMENT CENTER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FRY: “What’s that!?”

The Recruiter locks his hands in a sinister fashion.

RECRUITER: “War were declared.”

The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million pieces as “Tom Sawyer” by Deadsy booms through the speakers and Adrian Tanner Jr appears standingin the middle of the stage, head covered by the hood of his ring jacket. Red and white spotlights illuminate the stage as the music plays through the PA.

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

As 4CW’s esteemed Ring Announcer does his job, Adrian raises both arms over his head letting them come to rest stretched out in front of him, pointing like guns at the ring. At the announcement of his name he ‘fires’ and loud fireworks explode from the stage as the crowd cheers in approval. The red spotlights make a circle through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune with the music for a very dizzying effect, as the Arizona Assassin makes his way down the ramp. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before he pulls the jacket off as he slides under the ropes. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and makes a gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the “gun”, “fires” then jumps down and begins his pre-match warmup.

JOHNSON: “Crowd seems pretty happy to see Adrian Tanner Jr here tonight!”

VASSA: “They just don’t understand good talent, Matthias is standing right before them but they’re cheering for Adrian. As the kids would say, shaking my head!”

JOHNSON: “I hear you, Vinny. Adrian Tanner Jr is a quick up and coming star though, he’s pulling off some big wins here in 4CW!

VASSA: “That may be so, but that comes to an end here tonight!”

DING!!! DING!!!

Bryan Williams calls for the bell, and this match is underway! Tanner and Barrows circle each other, both men locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Adrian Tanner is the smaller guy in the matchup, but he pushes forward anyway. Matthias tries to control the lockup, spinning Adrian towards the corner. Tanner halts that, quickly pulling him into a side headlock. Barrows pushes Tanner to the ropes, and that sends him running. Tanner rebounds, knocking Barrows down with a Shoulder Tackle! Matthias Barrows pops up to his feet, and hits the ropes, not wanting to be outdone here tonight! He rushes towards the ropes, ducking under a clothesline and knocking Adrian Tanner down with a Shoulder Tackle of his own! The two men get back up, standing face to face as they contemplate their next move. Matthias raises a hand, signaling for a Test of Strength. The crowd cheers, wanting to see Adrian perform the action! He’s careful, slowly raising his own hand to lock it in. Matthias grins, and quickly shoots out a kick to the stomach of Adrian Tanner. Adrian doubles over, allowing Matthias to connect with a European Uppercut! The crowd boos, as Matthias raises his arms in victory.

JOHNSON: “A very quick start to the this match here tonight, Matthias getting an early control out here.”

VASSA: “That’s what I’m telling you, Steve! Better get used to seeing that!”

JOHNSON: “Don’t count out Adrian Tanner just yet, Vinny!”

VASSA: “I will do whatever I please, thank you very much.”

Adrian Tanner pops up to his feet, not wanting to start the match out this way. Adrian Tanner shoots in, getting a waistlock from behind on Matthias Barrows. Barrows counters and and shoots behind Tanner’s waist, pulling him into a side headlock. Tanner ducks under and goes for a hammerlock, twisting Barrows’s arm up in an awkward angle. Barrows spins around, putting Adrian Tanner into a hammerlock! Tanner backs up, trapping Matthias Barrows in the corner. Tanner throws his free arm back, catching Matthias Barrows with an elbow! Tanner breaks free, and CLOBBERS Barrows with a Clothesline in the corner. Tanner creates some space, as Barrows charges at him out of the corner, but Tanner dumps him with a Back Body Drop! Barrows is slow to get up, as Tanner watches for his opponent to try something. Barrows looks to go for another lockup, but Tanner levels him with a High Knee! Barrows doubles over, and Tanner catches him with a Rising Knee! He quickly picks Barrows up, tossing him to the ropes! Barrows hits the ropes, but is able to duck a high Dropkick attempt and hits a Russian Leg Sweep when Adrian pops back up! The crowd boos him loudly, as Barrows quickly covers Adrian Tanner for the pin. Bryan Williams drops down to make the count!

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “The first pinfall of the match, Matthias Barrows is quickly getting in control here.”

VASSA: “If you want to beat Adrian Tanner, you gotta put him down quick! Just like one of Freedom’s dogs, make it clean and easy.”

Barrows brutalizes Tanner with shots to his ribs, as he tries to pick him up for a Spinebuster. Tanner stuffs the attempt, planting his feet to keep him grounded, catching Barrows with an Elbow to the back of his neck. Barrows stumbles backwards, Tanner wraps him up and whips him into the corner. Tanner charges in, but Barrows catches him with a kick! Barrows backs up and clobbers Tanner with a huge Clothesline! Tanner falls to the mat, and rolls to the outside to collect himself. Barrows looks on, ready to continue this match on the outside of the ring. Both men meet on the outside, and Tanner levels Barrows with an Uppercut! Barrows stumbles backwards, and Tanner takes him down with a Clothesline on the outside. Bryan Williams calls for both men to get back into the ring. Tanner takes a second to size his opponent up, as Matthias gets to a knee. The crowd boos though, as Barrows catches Tanner with a knee lift to his stomach as he charges towards him. Barrows backs up, waiting for Tanner to get back to his feet. He does, and Matthias Barrows charges towards him! The crowd cheers as Tanner tosses Barrows into the crowd with an Overhead Back Drop! Barrows lands hard, and awkwardly, the two exchanging hard shots now. Tanner takes a moment to collect himself, as Matthias lays on the other side of the barricade. Bryan calls for both men to get back into the ring, but relaxes as he lets them both fight on the outside.

JOHNSON: “Well the match has quickly changed now! Matthias Barrows lays on the outside of the barricade!”

VASSA: “Come on ref, get in there! I swear, Bryan is just hanging around letting this all happen!”

Matthias Barrows finally gets back to his feet, as he hops over the barricade. He tries to collect himself, but Tanner rolls back to the outside. Tanner catches Barrows with a shove, as Barrows is halfway over the barricade. Barrows falls to the floor, Tanner picking him up and tossing him back onto the outside. Stacy yells something at Tanner, who quickly yells back at her to shut up. Barrows tries to fight the hold, but Tanner hits him with a hard elbow! Bryan Williams calls for both men to enter the ring, as Adrian rolls his opponent back in. Tanner quickly slides into the ring, covering his opponent once again!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “An important cover for Adrian, but Barrows is able to kick out.”

VASSA: “It’s going to take a whole lot more than that!”

Barrows kicks out, much to Adrian Tanner’s disapproval. Tanner kicks Barrows in the head, but that only seems to anger Matthias Barrows! Barrows rises from the mat, as Tanner hammers into him with fist after fist. He tries a knee lift, but Barrows catches him and puts him down with a Spinebuster! Barrows roars, much to the crowd’s disapproval as he tries to get back into this match. Tanner gets to his feet, and Barrows blasts him with a Running High Knee! He spins Tanner around, connecting with a lightning fast Samoan Drop! Adrian Tanner rises to his feet, clearly out of it as Matthias Barrows implants him into the mat with a quick PILEDRIVER! He quickly goes for the cover, hoping to end this match now!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Tanner wastes no time, getting back up to his feet as Matthias Barrows quickly joins him. Adrian Tanner eats a Forearm shot, but quickly clobbers Barrows with a European Uppercut! He quickly ties Barrows up, holding him in the Cravat position! Barrows breaks free from the hold, landing a stiff Uppercut to the jaw of Adrian Tanner! Tanner’s head pops back, as Barrows tries for a front facelock. He goes to lift Adrian Tanner up into the air, but Adrian swings over and lands behind Barrows! Barrows spins around, and Tanner tosses him with an Exploder Suplex! Tanner pops back up to his feet, as Barrows is slow to get up. Tanner runs to the ropes, and CLOBBERS Barrows with a Running Lariat! Tanner quickly covers him again!

JOHNSON: “These two are just going back and forth now, neither wants to stay down!”

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Barrows kicks out again, both men getting back to their feet as they prepare for the upcoming brawl. Tanner goes for a standing Forearm Smash, but Barrows ducks and clobbers him with an elbow! Matthias Barrows lays into him with several forearm shots of his own, he shoots in for a German Suplex but Tanner pushes him away. Tanner jumps up for an Enziguri kick, but Matthias is able to duck under. He shoots back in again, completing the waist lock and taking Tanner down hard with a German Suplex! Tanner lands hard, but rolls backwards to his feet, as he stands he is clobbered by a running Yakuza kick from Matthias! Tanner rolls around in pain, as Barrows covers him once again!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Matthias grumbles something towards Bryan, annoyed that he hasn’t been able to put away Adrian Tanner. He quickly leaves the ring, trying to clear his head. Tanner watches as his opponent leaves the ring, getting back up to his feet as he does. Adrian follows, but he quickly receives a kick to the side of his ribs when he does. Barrows tries tossing him into the nearby barricade, but Tanner reverses and Barrows almost collides into Stacy! Barrows stops at the last moment, getting her out of harm’s way. It’s enough time for Adrian Tanner to recover, he quickly charges towards his opponent! Barrows is able to get his foot up in time, catching Adrian Tanner right under the jaw! Tanner stumbles backwards, and Barrows clobbers him with a stiff clothesline. Adrian falls hard to the mat, but Barrows quickly picks him back up.

JOHNSON: “Barrows is back in control here!”

VASSA: “Come on now, finish him off!”

JOHNSON: “Adrian is still trying to fight though!”

VASSA: “Not for long!”

Adrian tries to shove him away, but Barrows grabs the back of his neck and sends him crashing into the nearby barricade! It shakes violently as Tanner collides with it, giving Matthias ample time to recover. He checks on Stacy, making sure she’s doing alright. Adrian looks worse for the wear, trying to crawl towards his opponent. Barrows gets him back to his feet, throwing him face first into the ring post! Bryan calls for the men to get back into the ring, Barrows shoots him a look instead. Soon enough though both men finally enter, Matthias rolling his opponent back into the ring. He quickly covers him, looking to end this match now!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Matthias looks to be upset, quickly getting into Bryan’s face about his count. He snarls, but Bryan keeps his distance. It doesn’t work, as Barrows shoves Bryan backwards. The crowd boos, as Bryan thinks to himself while Barrows hurls insults his way. Bryan looks to react, but Adrian Tanner LEVELS Barrows with a Roaring Elbow to the back of his head! Barrows doesn’t stay down for long, as he rises to a knee as Tanner smashes into his back with a Forearm. A quick kick to the side of Barrows’ head staggers him for the moment, allowing Tanner to hoist him up onto his shoulders. Tanner waits for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He swings Matthias Barrows out, looking to connect with a Fireman’s Carry Facebreaker. Barrows swings out, landing on his feet as he counters it into a DDT! The crowd boos, as Adrian Tanner is planted headfirst into the mat. With Tanner in place, Barrows makes his way towards the nearby corner. He starts to climb up, Bryan Williams yelling for him to get down. Matthias ignores him, instead looking to line his opponent up. The crowd boos, as he takes his time, almost taunting them in a way. Matthias leaps from the top rope, looking to connect with the Atomic Bong Rip BUT ADRIAN MOVES!! Matthias crashes hard into the mat, and both men lay still for the moment. Realizing that both men aren’t getting up, Bryan quickly begins to start his count!

JOHNSON: “Bryan Williams doing a good job of keeping this match going here! Both Matthias and Adrian have been beating the holy hell out of each other here tonight!”

VASSA: “Neither one wants to give up just yet, it’s insane!”

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

Barrows, feeling the effects from the match, is slow to get to his feet. Adrian Tanner tries getting up as well, both men looking tired already. Barrows grabs Tanner as he attempts a Russian Leg Sweep, but Tanner shoves him out of the way! Barrows turns around, but Adrian Tanner shoots past him on the ropes. Barrows snaps his head around, and is taken down with a Running Lariat! He pops back up, and Tanner knocks him down with another Lariat! Finally firing on all cylinders, Adrian CLOBBERS Barrows with a Roaring Elbow as he stands! The crowd cheers Adrian on, as he looks to finally put an end to this match. He looks at the Pride champion, who gives him a nod.. Matthias stumbles up to his feet, looking to try and get back into the fight. He stares a hole into Bryan Williams, who looks right back at him. Matthias turns, and eats a Springboard Thrust Kick from Adrian Tanner! The move sends Barrows stumbling into the ropes, Adrian catches him on the rebound with the REVOLVER! Tanner quickly covers Barrows, hooking the leg as Bryan Williams makes the count!

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “The Revolver puts Matthias Barrows down!”

VASSA: “I can’t believe he did it!”

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

The crowd cheers as Adrian Tanner gets up to his feet, Matthias Barrows almost unsure of what had just happened. Bryan raises Adrian’s hand high in the air, as “Tom Sawyer” begins to play again.

JOHNSON: “Barrows and Tanner sure put on a clinic here tonight.”

VASSA: “They sure did. I’d like to see them go at it again in the future.”

JOHNSON: “Hey, look out!”

In the ring, Barrows has Black Betty in hand and clobbers Bryan Williams in the back of the head!

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

As Williams drops to the floor, Barrows turns his attention to Adrian Tanner Jr., hitting him in the stomach, then smashing the end of the pipe into his face!

JOHNSON: “Barrows has snapped!”

VASSA: “Can you really blame him? He feels like he’s been held back.”

JOHNSON: “I understand the frustration, but this is totally uncalled for!”

Barrows turns and strikes Williams again with his weapon, and Williams slumps to the mat in a heap with a wound opening on his forehead. Tanner begins to stagger to his feet, but Barrows is quick on the take and catches him with a boot to the skull that cuts him open as well!

JOHNSON: “Somebody’s gotta get out here and stop this!”

VASSA: “Who in their right mind would get in that ring with the pipe in Matthias’ hand?”

Barrows pulls Tanner towards the corner and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle.

VASSA: “Oh, you know what’s coming now.”

Barrows hooks his arms around Tanners waist, and hoists him up in one swift motion before powerbombing him from the top rope.

JOHNSON: “And now The Overdose!”

With Adrian down, Barrows hauls the semi-conscious Bryan Williams to his feet, and goes to one of the other turnbuckles.

JOHNSON: “Come on, dammit! That’s enough!”

Just as he did with Tanner, Barrows hoists Williams high into the air and powerbombs him to the mat as well.

JOHNSON: “The Overdose on Williams!”

As the crowd lets loose with the boos, Barrows signals for a microphone. As soon as he has it in his hand, he turns to his wife and best friend.

M. BARROWS: “Gary, collect these clowns!”

On his word, Gary climbs the steps and slides into the ring. He pulls a vial out of his pocket and holds it to the wound on Tanner’s head, letting the blood trickle into it.

M. BARROWS: “Perry Wallace, I signed with your company for one reason, and one reason only. I want my championship match!”

As the vial in Gary’s hand fills, he caps it shut and hands it to Matthias, who tucks in into the waistband of his wrestling trunks before Gary pulls out another vial and moves to Williams.

M. BARROWS: “Ever since I walked through the door, I’ve been patient! But now my patience has run out, and that means that my need to kiss your ass has expired!”

Gary caps the second vial shut and hands it to Matthias, who tucks it away just like the last one while no one sees Stacy walking towards the timekeeper’s area.

M. BARROWS: “I am THROUGH waiting, and I’m not doing another damn thing in this ring until I get what I want!”

JOHNSON: “Hey! Stacy just grabbed the Pride Championship!”

As Stacy lifts the title off the table, the timekeeper tries to stop her, only to earn a harsh slap in the face for his trouble.

M. BARROWS: “Touch my wife like that again and you’ll be eating through a straw!”

Stacy takes the Pride Championship and steps into the ring, where she hands it to her husband.

M. BARROWS: “It seems that I have to take drastic measures to be heard around here! Then so be it! Until I get my Championship match, I’LL be the one holding on to this!”

Matthias drops the microphone and holds up the Pride Championship with his right hand before wrapping his left hand around his wife’s waist, leading to a lip lock.

VASSA: “Boy, they’re going crazy.”

Tongue can be seen as Stacy wraps one leg around her husband’s waist while Gary spits on Williams!

JOHNSON: “That is disgusting!”

After Matthias and Stacy break apart, Dancing Mad plays throughout the arena before the three of them hop over the barricade.

JOHNSON: “And now Barrows and his entourage are leaving through the crowd, and they’re taking the Pride Championship with them!”

VASSA: “After everything Matthias has had to put up with, I say he deserves it.”

JOHNSON: “He DOESN’T deserve it! He didn’t win the championship! Matthias Barrows has sank to the level of a common thief!”

The camera follows as Matthias walks through the crowd, through the lobby, and out of the building! The trio quickly pile into a waiting limo, speeding away before anyone can really do anything. Several backstage workers sprint out of the back, attending to Adrian Tanner and Bryan Williams in the ring. Perry Wallace walks out onto the stage, looking at the mess in front of him.

JOHNSON: “Matthias Barrows has just taken the Pride championship, and left a giant mess for Perry Wallace to clean up!”

VASSA: “There’s no way he doesn’t get a shot now.”

JOHNSON: “Title shot should be the least of his worries right now!”

With the camera focused on Adrian and Bryan, we quickly cut away for the moment.

Cameras cut to the backstage area where Genevie is seen standing with a smirk on her face. She runs her fingers through her long dark hair, before brushing it over her shoulder. Her smirk of pure satisfaction never leaving her face.

G. CARLSON: “I can hear the cries of the people already. You can already hear them. Wailing from the rooftops.”

There wasn’t of course the sound of anything as Genevie cupped her hand to her ear and “listened” for the cries of the people that just didn’t come.

G. CARLSON: “We all know exactly what they are crying about. What they will be crying about on social media once Adrenaline comes to a close. The unfairness of the events that took place earlier in the evening. Where I was named as my darling friend’s replacement in the Tag Team Titles match. That’s right. I by order of The Royal Family am officially one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions.”

Genevie claps her hands together and wipes a fake tear from her eye before continuing on.

G. CARLSON: “See in case you weren’t paying attention, JPD unfortunately has not been cleared yet to compete. I’m devastated by this news. I miss my friend here dearly, and I miss watching him and Tara dominate the tag team division flawlessly. I really want him to get better and come back to doing what he does best, making the rest of you look like idiots, but alas All or Nothing will just not be that show. I step in and claim the Tag Team Title he held, and it’s bittersweet for me.”

She hung her head and clasped her hands together. She was sincere when it came to her fellow members of The Royal Family, and even though she was happy to claim this title as her own, she wished it was still JPD’s. She looked back up at the camera.

G. CARLSON: “JPD should be the one standing next to Tara at All or Nothing raising his championship that he had rightfully earned and defended with sheer brutality and amazing skill. I am honored that he and Tara would think no one better but me to take his place. His legacy in this company is great, and he has left very big shoes for me to fill at All or Nothing, but this is my real chance to prove that there is not a single weak link in the chainn of the Royal Family. So go ahead and do your predictable bullshit of crying about how I didn’t earn this, or how I don’t deserve this. How I’m going to fail. Me and Tara are undefeated. Tara and JPD are undefeated as Tag Champs. There’s a pattern here, and I know me and Tara plan to keep it going. This is where we both get to step outside the boxes we’ve been placed into because of the greatness achieved by our husbands. This is where we prove we deserve the recognition. So, go ahead and run around backstage and grab the nearest buddy of yours and form a shitty tag team that won’t mean shit after All or Nothing. Tara and I will be waiting for you all, and when you step into that ring with us, you will fall at our feet, and prove that these Tag Titles are worth more than your pathetic, worthless lives.”

Genevie blew a kiss into the camera, before waving as the camera faded to black.

HEADLINE
FATE DIVISION
JETT WILDER VS. JASON CASHE

JOHNSON: “Up next ladies and gentlemen, we have somewhat of a rivalry match.”

VASSA: “Jett Wilder and Jason Cashe have always had a love-hate relationship if you ask me.”

JOHNSON: “Things got a little heated between the two when Jett stepped away from 4CW last summer. I thought the two were on the right track to mending things until last Adrenaline.”

VASSA: “You mean the moment that Jett shocked not just the entire world, but Jason Cashe as well when he slapped him across the face?”

JOHNSON: “Bingo!”

VASSA: “I can’t wait to see how this match unfolds.”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing.

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

Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

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

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

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

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

VASSA: “We’ve seen these two face off one on one once before and the result ended with Cashe getting the victory over Jett.”

JOHNSON: “A lot has changed in just a year. Jett Wilder has matured somewhat… at least a little. Jason Cashe seemed to have been in a bit of a funk but has caught traction as of late.”

VASSA: “The entire world is just waiting to see this thing pop off! Jett completely caught each and every one of us off guard last show when he slapped Cashe like a bitch.”

JOHNSON: “Although that may be good for Jett’s confidence, it could also be bad for his health because I’m sure it’s lit a fire under Cashe’s ass.”

VASSA: “If it didn’t, I’m sure that pegging from Queef did the trick!”

JOHNSON: “Sometimes you disgust me.”

VASSA: “WHAT?! She chose Cashe’s butt and not Jett’s! He even said so himself!”

Kneeled down in his corner, Jett walks with Carmella and Luiz through the ropes as they stand below the apron in the corner. Luiz talks with excitement, pumping Jett up in the process. Popping up to his feet, Jett whips around and looks to Cashe with nothing but confidence. Across the ring, Cashe stretches, using the ropes as he pulls on them. He then slaps himself across the face with both hands a few times before yelling at the top of his lungs. After pounding his right hand over his chest, Cashe then points to Jett as his toothless smile emerges, stretching across his bearded face.

The official then checks in with Jett, getting a slow nod in return as Jett keeps his eyes locked on Cashe across the ring. Turning to Cashe, the official then checks in with him. Full of life and energy, Cashe begins bouncing back and forth slapping his hands together. Before the official even has a chance to call for the bell, Cashe shoots out of his corner and charges straight ahead in Jett’s direction.

Caught off guard, Jett hesitates momentarily, allowing Cashe to close in while leaving him nowhere to flee. Drawing back in stride, Cashe lunges forward with a powerful right, aiming directly for Jett’s head. Ducking out of the way and zipping past Cashe, Jett avoids a monstrous blow as Cashe’s fist crashes down onto the top of the turnbuckle. Instantly, Cashe spins around and throws his elbow up, swinging it in the direction of Jett’s head once again. Leaning back, Jett dodges the blow as he falls to his back and curls his legs, bringing his knees to his chest. Cashe’s momentum forces him to stumble forward as he misses, landing onto Jett’s feet as Jett then extends his legs. Lifting Cashe off the mat, Jett launches him into the air, flipping him forward until he craches on his back against the mat on the other side of his head.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “He may be inexperienced in the ring when compared to Cashe but Jett does have him beat when it comes to quickness.”

VASSA: “Cashe came straight out of the gate swinging, trying to send Jett’s head flying into the crowd.”

JOHNSON: “Normally we’ve seen it work to his advantage but not this time.”

Rolling to an upright seated position, Cashe reaches behind him and rubs his lower back before shaking his head and laughing to himself. Back on his feet, Jett stands guard, holding his position as Cashe slowly pushes himself up to his feet as well. Turning around to face Jett, Cashe then applauds him, mocking him in a sense as he backs up to the center of the ring. He then waves Jett in, calling for him to step to him in the center of the ring. Looking to his left and then to his right, Jett checks in with the fans who encourage him – standing behind their Future Amazing Great hero.

Balling his fist, Jett then slams it into his open palm before looking back to Cashe with full focus. He then steps forward, approaching Cashe with confidence. Stopping just a step in front of Cashe, Jett looks him over, starting from his boots and slowly working up his frame before locking eyes with him. Standing in silence, the two try and get into one another’s head as the noise level surrounding them grows louder and louder.

Turning his head to the side, Cashe then raises his hand and extends his index finger, pointing at his cheek. Looking to the fans once more, Jett gets their approval before drawing back and spreading his hand. Swinging forward, Jett slaps Cashe across the cheek as the fans pop upon the impact.

SSLLAAPP!!!

VASSA: “Oh shit, Jett slapped him again!”

Standing in place with his head still turned to the side, Cashe gently rubs his cheek with his open hand. He then points to it once more before the camera zooms in on his face as his lips say “slap me again!” With anger in his eyes, Jett then draws back a second time before swinging forward, this time even harder and slapping Cashe again.

SSLLAAPP!!!

JOHNSON: “Jett isn’t backing down one bit.”

VASSA: “Cashe can be an intimidating man, but Jett isn’t showing any signs of intimidation. If anything, Cashe is just helping boost his confi–“

JOHNSON: “Uh-oh!”

Spinning around, Cashe swings his hand upward a bit before descending down onto Jett’s face.

SSSLLLAAAPPP!!!

As the flesh on flesh slapping noise echoes throughout the building, Cashe keeps his hand locked on Jett’s face, driving it downward before dropping to one knee and slamming Jett’s head into the canvas!

VASSA: “Holy shit!”

JOHNSON: “Now that’s how a real man slaps!”

VASSA: “Someone better get the baby powder because his pimp hand is strong tonight!”

Rising back to his feet, Cashe grabs ahold of Jett and lifts him off the mat. Locking onto his head with both hands, Cashe holds it in place as he pulls his head away from Jett. Slamming it forward, he connects with a vicious headbutt to Jett’s forehead, forcing him to stumble backwards until he catches himself with the ropes. Hooking his arm over the top rope, Jett holds himself up.

Rushing in, Cashe drops his shoulder and bursts forward to spear Jett through the ropes. At the last split second, Jett rolls against the ropes, avoiding the tackle as Cashe’s body goes through the top and middle ropes. Cashe’s thighs catch the middle rope, preventing him going completely through, leaving him hanging helpless.

Jett quickly races over beside Cashe and locks onto the top rope with both hands. Using the ropes, Jett leaps upward and slingshots himself over the top. As he comes down on the other side, Jett wraps his arm around Cashe’s head, slamming him face first into the apron with a bulldog as he lands on it in a seated position.

JOHNSON: “Jett’s been working on his moves.”

VASSA: “The hard work is truly paying off. He made that look easy.”

JOHNSON: “With flawless execution, the kid is showing sure signs of one day living up to the hype of being the Future Amazing Great.”

Sitting on the apron beside Cashe hanging over the middle rope, Jett looks down at him and laughs to himself for a moment before rolling underneath the bottom rope and entering the ring. Back on his feet, Jett wastes no time before closing in on Cashe with a series of swift kicks to the ribs. He then locks onto the ropes once more and slingshots himself up and over the top. After reaching his highest point, gravity pulls Jett downward as he extends his leg for a leg drop to the back of Cashe’s head.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!

The sound rings loudly as Cashe pulls his head back through the ropes and into the ring. With nothing to break his fall, Jett’s bottom crashes against the apron. Instantly, pain shoots up his spine from the missed leg drop attempt. Holding onto the ropes, Jett can barely keep himself in an upright position.

While Jett sits on the apron in agony, Cashe slowly begins to pull himself up with the ropes. With Jett on the apron, Cashe then turns to the ropes behind him and takes off in their direction. Hitting the ropes with force, Cashe rebounds off and races across the ring at full speed. Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jett turns his body to face Cashe only to be caught by surprise as his eyes light up.

Diving forward, Cashe wraps his arms around Jett and tackles him off the apron and down to the hard floor below. Being on the receiving end of the impact, Jett breaks their fall as Cashe squashes him against the floor. From across the ring, Carmella screams in terror at the sight of her baby boy being brutally driven into the floor.

VASSA: “Poor Carmella! She’s going to have a heart attack one day if she doesn’t learn to ease up on babying Jett.”

JOHNSON: “It’s her only kid, her beautiful baby boy.”

VASSA: “And she’s babied him since day one. If only Frankie would have been around to raise the poor sap.”

Mounted on top of Jett, Cashe begins swinging down violently, connecting with solid lefts and rights to Jett’s side. Meanwhile, the official begins his ten count.

“One! … Two!”

Pushing himself up from Jett and standing to his feet, Cashe transitions his attack into kicks.

“Three! … Four!”

Cashe then pulls Jett up from the floor and to his feet.

“Five! … Six!”

Grabbing Jett by the back of the pants and underneath the arm, Cashe then drags him away from the side of the ring before throwing him forward, head first into the barricade at ringside.

CCRRAASSHH!!!

“Seven! … Eight!”

Turning back to the ring, Cashe quickly rolls underneath the bottom rope, officially entering and then rolling back in the opposite direction. Dropping down to the floor, Cashe forces the official to restart his ten count.

VASSA: “Let’s start from the beginning!”

“One!”

Walking over to Jett, Cashe grabs onto the top of the barricade and then uses to leverage himself as he begins kicking Jett over and over in the ribs.

“Two! … Three!”

Cashe then pulls Jett up from the floor and lifts him into the air. Position Jett over the barricade, Cashe then throws him up only to step back and watch as Jett comes down throat first onto the top of the barricade.

“Four! … Five!”

Bouncing off the barricade, Jett falls backwards into Cashe’s arms. Wrapping Jett up, Cashe goes to lift him up for a suplex but Jett quickly stomps on Cashe’s foot, stopping him from proceeding any further.

“Six!”

Pushing back with all of his strength, Jett begins to drive his feet into the floor, back stepping and driving Cashe backwards. Gaining momentum, Jett then slams Cashe back first into the side of the ring, forcing them both to abruptly come to a halt.

“Seven!”

Jett then tries to rip Cashe’s arms away from around his waist but before he can, Cashe lifts Jett off his feet and slams him backwards with a suplex variation, driving Jett’s shoulder into the apron.

“Eight!”

Dropping to the floor, Cashe quickly begins to push himself up as Jett slowly rolls underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring.

“Nine!”

With only Cashe on the outside, the official begins to signal his hand for the ten count just as Cashe rises to his feet.

“Te–“

JOHNSON: “NNOOO!!!”

Rolling back into the ring, Cashe beats the officials count and saves himself from a count out.

VASSA: “Wow, that was so close!”

JOHNSON: “A little too close for comfort if you ask me.”

VASSA: “For a second there I thought Jett was going to win this thing by count out.”

Standing tall, Cashe then pulls Jett back to his feet before locking onto his wrist. With all of his strength, he then whips Jett to the ropes and turns towards the ropes in the opposite direction. As the two rebound off the ropes and close in on one another in the center of the ring, Cashe takes a swing for the fences with a running clothesline. Ducking underneath, Jett nearly misses Cashe’s attack as the two continue running towards opposite sets of ropes.

Hitting the ropes a second time, the two rebound yet again, this time with even more force. Running at a faster speed, the two approach each other in the center of the ring. Throwing his arm up and aimed for Jett’s head, Cashe goes for a second running clothesline but misses again as Jett ducks underneath it at the last possible moment.

The two continue on their paths, running in the direction of the ropes. Hitting the ropes for a third time, the two rebound off opposite sets and race towards one another again. Growing slightly tired, Cashe takes a sluggish swing for Jett’s head and for a third time, he misses again. Out of breath, Cashe quickly comes to a stop as Jett continues towards the ropes. Just as Jett hits the ropes and bounces off of them, Cashe slowly turns around only to get taken off his feet as Jett levels him with a Lou Thesz Press.

VASSA: “Jett definitely has Cashe beat in the stamina department. You hear that Queefie-poo!”

JOHNSON: “What are you trying to get at now?”

VASSA: “STAMINA!!!”

Bouncing off Cashe, Jett rolls over to his back and then up to his feet in a fluid motion. The crowd quickly reacts as the momentum in the match shifts in Jett’s favor. Looking down to Cashe momentarily as Cashe begins to push himself up from the mat, Jett then turns to the ropes again. Bouncing off the ropes and charging towards Cashe with lightning fast speed, Jett leaps up and aims his feet in front of him, hitting Cashe with a Bicycle Kick just as he stands to his feet.

JOHNSON: “Jett nailed him with the Gitcha’!”

VASSA: “Nailed flat and treated!”

The arena erupts as Jett connects with the Bicycle Kick. Rising to his feet, Jett then turns to the nearby corner and wastes no time before rushing right over and quickly ascending to the top. Once standing over everything, Jett looks over the crowd before losing focus a showing off for the fans in attendance.

VASSA: “Here we go! It’s time for the Swag Splash!”

JOHNSON: “He might be able to capitalize on it if he’d just quit showing off for the fans and get his head back in the game.”

As Jett’s back is still turned to the ring, the fans begin to stir as the noise level quickly rises.

VASSA: “Something is going down, Steve.”

JOHNSON: “Oh, what now?”

Dressed as a vendor selling popcorn to the fans, Tony Chu appears at ringside after hopping over the barricade.

VASSA: “It’s Tony Chu!”

JOHNSON: “What’s he doing out here?!”

Jett quickly turns his attention to Tony, ignoring everything else. From the other side of the ring, Luiz takes off and races to clear the ringside area. Turning the corner, Tony spots him in the corner of his eye and begins running in the opposite direction as Luiz chases him.

JOHNSON: “Tony may have gotten away with getting involved last show but Luiz is going to see to it that it doesn’t happen again tonight.”

VASSA: “Why is he even out here? Dare isn’t in this match and it’s already been announced that Dare and Jett will face off at All or Nothing.”

With Luiz not far behind, Tony runs around the perimeter of the ring, fleeing for his life. Not paying attention to what’s going on in the ring, Jett keeps his eyes locked on the sight, laughing to himself a bit. Meanwhile, Cashe slowly begins to show signs of life. Sliding into the ring, Tony quickly crawls on all fours to the opposite side before rolling out and dropping back to the floor, drawing Jett’s attention back inside of the ring.

VASSA: “Cashe is back up!”

JOHNSON: “And Tony is off to the races!”

Jett’s eyes light up at the sight of Cashe standing not far from the corner. Reacting on instinct, Jett leaps from the corner and flies in Cashe’s direction as Tony races up the ramp and to the back with Luiz not far behind him.

JOHNSON: “WAIT A MINUTE!!!”

VASSA: “Cashe ducked out of the way!”

JOHNSON: “What’s he doing now?!”

As Jett lands, Cashe steps in behind him before reaching back with both hands and grabbing Jett by the head. The crowd pops, knowing what’s to come, as Cashe then jumps up and drops Jett to the mat with a back to back cutter.

VASSA: “OOOHHHHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: “UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!”

VASSA: “U.T.I baby!”

Screaming in horror, Carmella’s voice echoes throughout the area. With Luiz and Tony now nowhere in sight, she stands in shock at what she witnessed right before her very eyes. Rolling over Jett, Cashe hooks the leg, rolling onto his back for the cover as the official races in with the count.

ONE

.

.

TWO

.

.

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “That’s it folks! Cashe gets the win here tonight against Jett Wilder.”

VASSA: “With a little help from Tony Chu! Don’t forget about that.”

JOHNSON: “How could I forget? It literally just happened.”

VASSA: “That’s two shows in a row that Tony has interfered somewhat in Jett’s affairs.”

JOHNSON: “I hope he got it out of his system because at All or Nothing there will be no one allowed at ringside when Dare and Jett face off for a second time.”

Standing to his feet, Cashe snickers at the sight of Jett laid out before turning his back to him and looking over the crowd. Stepping in beside Cashe, the official then grabs his arm before raising it into the air, officially naming Cashe the winner here tonight.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

Ripping his arm away from the official, Cashe then dips through the ropes and makes his way up the ramp. Rolling into the ring, Carmella quickly checks in with Jett, her eyes watery from the scene that was just put on display.

Fade in from black

No, not a commerical. No green screen. No, we are live in the backstage part of the Keybank Arena with Chris Wrigley standing by. Wrigley is wearing his standard navy blue pinstripe suit with his yellow tie and he looks as happy as humanly possible. Standing next to him is none other than Gabriel Hartman, Hartman holds the microphone in front of his face as he begins this segment.

HARTMAN “Standing by with me right now at this time is the entertainment lawyer of none other than Eddie Valentine, Chris Wrigley. Chris, everyone on Twitter has been wondering about your tweet the other night about you thinking about having a major announcement here tonight. Well, here we are…”

Wrigley takes this moment to soak in the well, moment. After a long dramatic pause he looks towards Gabriel.

WRIGLEY: “I do indeed. I am going to use this opportunity folks, to announce here right now that I am no longer going to be one of the best lawyers on television today folks. Now, this might came as a shock to some of you and some of you might be wondering if I still will be handling your case.

But let me explain.

I am no longer going to be a lawyer, I am going to be lawyer slash entrepreneur!”

Another pause by Wrigley as Hartman thinks about asking a follow-up, Wrigley pulls the microphone back to where he is standing.

WRIGLEY: “Right here in Buffalo, New York I am launching my very first Christopher Wrigley’s Ribs and Gas. So come on down, get gas for your ride and stop in and get some of the best BBQ ribs you have ever tasted.

Best. Ribs. Ever.

Cheap gas, too.”

Gabriel Hartman looks a little shocked and confused.

HARTMAN “Umm… is this for real?”

WRIGLEY: “What do you mean? Do you not think that in this day and age I would not be able to run not only one of the most successful chain of television commercials, but also a successful chain of gasoline and eateries in North America?

What are you trying to say?”

Hartman continues to look very confused and doesn’t know what to say at this moment.

WRIGLEY: “Look, I will let it soak in for you for a couple of minutes and then when your brain wraps around the fact that this highly successful television lawyer owns a second business. And once you get over the excitement ride on down to Main Street and East Utica Street right there in the heart of Buffalo.. near the Burger King and get yourself some ribs.

Cause it’s always a good time for some ribs n’ gas!

Thank you.”

With that Wrigley points to the bottom of the screen normally as if something is going to pop up and show you what to call SUE-THEM, but instead after a brief delay…

RIBS N’ GAS @ MAIN AND UTICA

…and we fade to black.

The camera cuts back to Perry Wallace’s office, he seems to be in a phone call at the moment. He paces around, waiting to hear something on the other end.

WALLACE: “What do you mean you can’t find them?! …I gave you all the information you need, find my damn employee!”

Wallace tosses his cell phone onto the desk in front of him, sighing as he sinks back into his chair. He doesn’t get a moment of peace though, as Bryan Williams storms into his office. Expecting the worst, Perry stands back up as he tries to calm him down.

WALLACE: “Easy there, I’m trying to find him right now!”

Bryan stays calm though, not saying a word as he looks at Perry. There is a moment of tension, as the room is quiet. Bryan motions for Perry to sit back down, Wallace does without hesitating. He sighs, kicking the desk as he does.

WALLACE: “Shit can’t just work normal, y’all have to fuck everything up every show. I swear…”

WILLIAMS: “You finished?”

WALLACE: “Motherfucker, I haven’t even started yet!”

Bryan shakes his head, as he crosses his arms.

WILLIAMS: “It’s fine, let him run for right now. You’re doing the right thing, and making that match at All or Nothing. There are more deserving people out there, but I want Matthis in that ring.”

Perry looks up, having been rubbing his temples from the incoming headache. He stays quiet for a moment, nodding at Bryan’s request.

WALLACE: “Okay then, Pride champ.”

Bryan goes to leave, but quickly stops. Remembering something, he turns back around to face Perry.

WILLIAMS: “You know, I just had a thought. I know Matthias is probably going to contest this result, so I want it to be written in stone when I beat him. Make the match two out of three falls, but let’s give it a twist. One pinfall secures a fall, and a submission secures the other. How does that sound?”

Perry looks at Bryan, almost studying him for a moment.

WALLACE: “This what you want?”

Bryan grins, and nods.

WALLACE: “Alright then, so be it. Don’t say I never helped you none. Close the door on your way out, got a fuckin’ headache coming on.”

Bryan says nothing, leaving the office quickly. Perry sighs again, the camera cutting away from the office.

MAIN EVENT
DAKOTA SMITH VS. ELIJAH CARLSON

JOHNSON: “Here we are folks, back at ringside for our main event!”

VASSA: “Hot damn do we have one hell of a main event in store for you all tonight!”

JOHNSON: “Indeed we do, Vinny. We have the a former 4CW Champion, and current XTV Champion taking on the reigning king of the mountain, the 4CW Champion!”

VASSA: “You heard right folks. In just a few moments we will have both Dakota Smith and Elijah Carlson going head to head right before our eyes.”

JOHNSON: “This is one heck of a main event we have in store for you all tonight. Some would even say that this is pay-per-view worthy.”

VASSA: “They wouldn’t be wrong! This match could main event any pay-per-view, and it isn’t even for the 4CW or XTV Championships.”

JOHNSON: “Now that Dakota has returned to 4CW officially, it didn’t take long for Perry Wallace to throw him in the mix of the latest drama surrounding himself.”

VASSA: “We’ve seen it time and time again. Remember just last year when it was Chris Madison being pitted against Dakota?”

JOHNSON: “I remember Perry getting involved which resulted in Chris Madison winning over the former 4CW Champion.”

VASSA: “Eli brought this match on himself with his actions at Adrenaline Sixty-One. You were a goddamn victim, Steve.”

JOHNSON: “I was and to be honest, I’m hoping that Dakota rips him apart limb from limb tonight.”

“Welcome To Hell” starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light through out the arena.

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, our following main event is scheduled for one fall!”

Dakota Smith makes his way from behind the curtain and looks around the theater, his XTV Championship tied through a loop in his belt. He moves his head to the right and then to the left taking a long deep breath, the strobe lights giving you glimpses at his imposing demeanor. Dakota then snorts his head back and spits down onto the ground, quickly wiping his nose off and making his way down to the ring.

“These voices in my head are telling me you have to die

I obeyed their every wish

I’ll fuck your body infront of your kids

Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult

You’re my latest dish

Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish

I’m a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist”

POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring first, from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is ‘The Butcher’ and the 4CW XTV Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

About half way down the ramp, closer to the ring than the stage, Dakota stops. He stands there and runs his hands up and down his XTV Championship. He then chuckles to himself before cracking his neck to the left and then to the right, letting out a monstrous war cry before continuing down to the ring.

“Telling me to end your suffering

I see red and feel death coming

I will purge the world with no following

Bloodshed, feeling like an animal, caged

I’m going for your throat

Bloodshed, dripping from my face, I’m hollow

Make your skin into a coat “

As he reaches the ring he undoes the championship from his belt and tosses it over the top rope before rolling in under the bottom rope himself. He then plants his fist into the ground and pushes himself up and off of the mat, his head twitching as he gets on his feet. He looks around the audience once more before tilting his head to the side and laughing to himself. Dakota then scoops his championship up and off of the mat before going over to his corner and taking a seat.

VASSA: “There he is folks, your XTV Champion, and former 4CW Champion… Dakota Smith!”

JOHNSON: “He’s also the first ever 4CW Hall of Fame inductee.”

VASSA: “The man has accomplished a lot. No one has even come close to holding the streak he has of being a champion in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “The facts don’t lie. He has quite the challenge tonight and at the upcoming pay-per-view.”

VASSA: “I’ve never known Dakota to back down from any challenge. He thrives under pressure and his next two matches on his plate should bring out the very best in him.”

JOHNSON: “Just earlier tonight Sativa laid him out and stole the XTV Championship right off of his lifeless body.”

VASSA: “Well, we saw how long that lasted. The Butcher has the XTV Championship back in his possession as we speak.”

JOHNSON: “He just needs to hope this match doesn’t take too much out of him because him and Sativa has a bloodbath awaiting them at All or Nothing.”

The lights around the arena go dark aside from one singular spotlight pointed directly at the top of the entrance ramp.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

After a few seconds of silence a man dressed to the nine’s in a tuxedo comes out with a scroll in his hands, stopping in the middle of the spotlight as another worker runs out a microphone and a stand and sets it before the unnamed man. Slowly the man unravels the scroll and clears his throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anythang don’t kill me, make me better

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

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

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

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

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

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

A moment later Genevie steps out onto the stage and walks with a sarcastic smile on her face, gliding directly to Eli. The man in the tuxedo presents the 4CW Championship, which she takes from him and then steps behind Eli, wrapping the belt around his waist and fastening it. Genie then moves and links her arm with Eli’s. Again, the man in the tuxedo bows to both of them, going so far as to allow his knee to touch the ground and rest there as he lowers his head. Without another moment passing, Eli and Genie begin their walk down the ramp toward the ring. Behind them the kneeling man stands and begins to roll the red carpet up behind them. Once at the bottom of the entrance ramp Genie frees her arm from Eli’s, taking his face into her tends and kissing him tenderly on the lips before he holds his arms out for her to remove his jacket for him. After she had done so the man in the tuxedo retrieves it from her while Eli rolls himself into the ring and makes his way over to the far turnbuckle, unbuckling the belt from his waist and taking it into his right hand, climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms and belt in the air sarcastically as the boo’s reign down even louder than before.

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

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

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

5’9″ with the soul of a 6’4″ nigga

I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down

From the real stand up guys of the A-Town

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

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

As the music fades, the man in the tuxedo holds the microphone in hand while standing in the center of the ring.

HERALD: “Four Corners Wrestling is proud to present to you, accompanied by Genevie, the Prin–“

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

Before Herald can even finish his sentence, Dakota cracks him over the back of the head with the XTV Championship!

JOHNSON: “WHOA!!!”

VASSA: “I don’t think Dakota was too fond of the special announcer Eli drags along with him.”

Eli hops down from the turnbuckle as the crowd pops with excitement and the thud from Herald’s body is heard as it crashes against the canvas. Looking on, Eli stands in place as Dakota pulls Herald up from the mat and then launches him through the ropes and to the outside in Genie’s direction. Jumping out of the way, Genie remains unharmed as Herald slams against the floor beside her.

Looking on in disgust, Eli begins mouthing off to Dakota as the official quickly steps in between them. Backing up, Dakota slowly moves to his corner, keeping his eyes locked on Eli as he licks his lips and cracks his neck from left to right.

JOHNSON: “Welp! That’s one way to start things off between these two.”

VASSA: “Next time we see Herald I bet he’s wearing a helmet and full body armor.”

Tossing the XTV Championship to the outside of the ring, Dakota begins pulling on the ropes as he gets himself in the right state of mind. Still somewhat shocked, Eli kneels down cautiously, handing the belt through the ropes and to Genie on the outside. Popping back up to his feet, Eli begins bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet, prepping himself while remaining fully focused on Dakota.

VASSA: “The bell hasn’t even sounded and I am already too excited!”

JOHNSON: “We knew this was going to be a huge match up between these two. Leave it to Dakota to wipe out any distractions at ringside.”

VASSA: “Let’s just hope that Genie isn’t the next to feel his wrath.”

JOHNSON: “Save her for Eli! We all saw what he PURPOSELY did to her last show! What he did to me, Oswald, damn near anyone who stepped in his line of sight.”

VASSA: “Are you saying that Eli hit Genie with the 4CW Championship on purpose?”

JOHNSON: “That’s what purposely means! Come on Vinny!”

VASSA: “I don’t know about that one. I’m all for conspiracy theories but anyone can tell you that him hitting Genie was a mistake.”

JOHNSON: “Battered wives have been saying that about their husbands who beat them for years! Long before you were even born!”

VASSA: “Hold up there! Those are some mighty strong accusations to be throwing Eli’s way.”

JOHNSON: “What? You going to sit here and tell me that she tripped and fell face first into the 4CW Championship?”

VASSA: “I’m not saying that at all. I’m also not going to sit here and label the man Ray Rice either.”

JOHNSON: “Well I am! Now let’s get on with the damn match so Dakota can teach this boy some manners!”

Just when things seemed to calm down, Eli shoots out of his corner and heads straight for Dakota. Stepping in front of Eli, the official blocks his path, demanding he go back to his corner. Arguing with the official, Eli takes his eyes off Dakota. Seeing an opportunity, Dakota erupts from the corner and races towards the two. Lunging forward and throwing a right hand past the officials head, Dakota clocks Eli directly in the mouth, knocking him backwards before tripping over his own feet and falling to the mat.

At the sight of Dakota right behind him and knowing it’s too late to go back, the official quickly scurries to the edge of the ring before calling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before Eli can get to his feet, Dakota quickly rushes in, reaching down with both hands to lock onto Eli. Grabbing ahold of Eli’s shoulders, Dakota begins violently shaking him back and forth while screaming in his face. With a good bit of distance between Eli and Dakota’s body, Eli kicks his foot up and extends his leg in a swift motion, planting his foot into Dakota’s stomach and driving him backwards. With a good bit of distance now between the two, Eli quickly pops back up to his feet.

Lunging forward once more, Dakota drives a stiff punch into Eli’s shoulder before following up with a kick to the gut. Forcing Eli to buckle over, Dakota takes a few steps back before running forward and hitting Eli directly in the face with a running knee lift. Falling to his back, Eli quickly regains his vision only to see Dakota flying through the air and his boot quickly closing in on his face. Rolling out of the way, Eli avoids Dakota’s boot as it slams against the mat.

Spinning his body around, Eli sweeps Dakota’s legs out from under him, dropping him to his back. Both men then roll in opposite directions to create distance between the two before racing to their feet. Standing up at the same exact moment, both men quickly lock eyes on one another as the crowd stirs loudly in the background.

VASSA: “If this is a glimpse of how this entire match is going to be, neither man will be able to even make it to All or Nothing.”

JOHNSON: “I think Perry booking this match is overshadowing the fact that Eli has something that Dakota wants back.”

VASSA: “You don’t hear this often but Perry knew exactly what he was doing when he booked this match.”

JOHNSON: “You know what? You’re right. We don’t hear that too often.”

Bursting from his position, Dakota charges towards Eli with a running clothesline. Rolling out of the way, Eli dodges the clothesline before rolling up to his feet. As Dakota turns around to face him, Eli is right there with a series of kicks to Dakota’s legs. After kicking each of Dakota’s legs twice, Eli then plants his fist into Dakota’s ribs. Right, left, right, left, Eli pounds away at Dakota’s body, knocking his breath away more and more with each landing blow.

Grabbing Dakota by the head, Eli wraps his arm around it before pulling it down to his side with a side headlock. Using the momentum of pulling Dakota down, Eli turns his body and uses it to flip Dakota off his feet and over to his back. With Dakota’s head still locked in his arm, Eli then uses his free hand and begins slamming fists onto the top of Dakota’s head. After nearly a dozen punches to Dakota’s head, Eli releases his hold and quickly rises to his feet.

Pulling Dakota up from the mat, Eli then whips him to the far corner across the ring. Just as Dakota crashes into the corner, his feet shoot up from the mat and as they touch back down, Eli takes off from stand still and charges in. As he closes in on Dakota, Eli goes for his head with a running clothesline, only to miss and crash chest first into the corner as Dakota side steps him. Locking onto Eli’s head with both hands, Dakota pulls him slightly away from the corner before slamming his head down and forward, driving his face into the turnbuckle.

Lifting Eli’s head up from the turnbuckle, Dakota then places his throat across the top rope. Reaching up from underneath the top rope, Dakota grabs onto Eli’s head and begins pulling down on it, using the ropes to choke him. Instantly, the official races over, demanding Dakota release the illegal hold before turning to the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Releasing Eli’s head, Dakota takes a step back as the official stops the five count. He then pulls Eli off the ropes and steps in behind him, between Eli and the corner. Wrapping Eli up around the waist, Dakota then lifts him into the air and falls backwards, driving Eli’s shoulder into the corner with a German suplex!

JOHNSON: “Eli is going to be feeling that in his shoulder tomorrow morning!”

VASSA: “The official wouldn’t let Dakota use the ropes to choke Eli but there are no rules against using the corner like that!”

JOHNSON: “Serves him right! I hope Eli’s shoulder is inured after that German suplex. My head still hurts after that assault last show!”

Lying on the mat in agony, Eli favors his shoulder, barely pushing himself up with one hand. The Butcher stands back to his feet. Pulling Eli up from the mat, Dakota slams Eli back first into the corner. Stepping in closer and swinging upward, Dakota rocks his jaw with a European uppercut, knocking Eli’s head back and forcing him to look straight up to the ceiling.

Ripping Eli out of the corner, Dakota drags him towards the center of the ring before stepping in beside him and grabbing ahold of him. Setting Eli up for a Russian leg sweep, Dakota quickly gets caught off guard as Eli throw back an elbow, slamming it right between Dakota’s eyes. Pulling himself away from Dakota, Eli quickly turns to face him as he remains staggered from the blunt elbow that blurred his vision.

Kicking Dakota in the stomach and forcing him to buckle over, Eli then grabs Dakota by the head with both hands before planting his face into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster. Dakota rolls over to his back, seeing stars, as Eli slowly pushes himself back to his feet. Turning to the ropes, Eli limps in their direction, gaining speed with each step he takes. Coming back on the rebound, Eli drops a knee right across Dakota’s face, rolling in the process and coming back up to his feet in a fluid motion.

Leaving Dakota on the mat, he then turns to the corner and rushes over before slowly climbing his way to the top. Once standing over the entire ring, Eli waits patiently as Dakota slowly begins to stir. Watching closely, Eli remains in position as Dakota then pushes himself up to all fours. Leaping from the corner, Eli hooks his leg over the top of Dakota’s head and drives his face into the canvas with a diving leg drop bulldog.

VASSA: “Eli has turned things around and appears to have The Butcher at bay.”

JOHNSON: “Dakota should be seeing stars after the back to back to back impacts his face has taken just now.”

VASSA: “We’ve seen him come back from worse before and Eli knows it’s going to take a lot to put Dakota down.”

Rolling Dakota over to his back, Eli quickly makes a cover as the official races over for the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Dakota breaks up the officials count as Eli slaps the mat in frustration. Pushing himself back up to his feet, Eli then begins stomping on Dakota’s legs. He then pulls Dakota up to his feet and stands him in place before returning with an assault focused back on Dakota’s legs. With swift kicks, Eli plows his feet into the sides of Dakota’s knees before running past him and heading for the ropes. Hitting the ropes and bouncing off with momentum, Eli ducks his shoulder and dives forward, hitting Dakota with a chop block to the back of his knee and taking The Butcher off his feet.

JOHNSON: “That’s one way to slow down The Butcher.”

VASSA: “It’s easy to outrun a predator when the predator doesn’t have the legs to carry them.”

Back on his feet, Eli looks down at Dakota as a smirk appears across his face. He then steps over Dakota and bends down, yelling into his face before drawing back and swinging downward.

SSMMAACCKK!!!

After slapping Dakota across the face, Eli slowly pulls his hand away before mouthing off even more. Out of nowhere, Dakota’s arm shoots into the air as he wraps his hand around Eli’s throat.

VASSA: “Oh no Eli!”

JOHNSON: “YES!!!”

Looking Eli dead in the eyes, Dakota then jerks Eli’s head down as he pops his head up from the mat, hitting Eli directly across the bridge of the nose with a headbutt. Eli quickly covers his face with both of his hands while Dakota holds him in place, refusing to let go of his throat. Dakota then begins to climb to his feet, using one arm to push himself up as he keeps his other hand wrapped around Eli’s throat.

Once standing, Dakota holds Eli in place before reaching up and peeling Eli’s hands away from his face with his free hand. Pulling Eli closer, just inches away from their noses making contact, Dakota looks into his eyes, searching through his soul. Laughing maniacally, Dakota then lifts Eli off his feet before driving him down into the mat with a choke slam.

JOHNSON: “Get him Dakota!”

VASSA: “Calm down, Steve. You’re always fussing at me and telling me I have to be unbiased.”

JOHNSON: “Not when someone attacks you for no good reason!”

Keeping a firm grip on Eli’s throat, Dakota begins choking him. Rushing over, the official yells for Dakota to release the hold before beginning his five count.

“One!”

Lifting Eli’s head up from the mat, Dakota then slams it into the canvas and repeats as the official continues counting.

“Two! … Three! … Four!”

Slamming Eli’s head into the mat one final time, Dakota releases his throat before standing tall. On the outside of the ring, Genie yells for Dakota to stop strangling her husband, even climbing onto the apron to grab his attention. Slowly turning to face her, Dakota cocks his head to the side and looks on as the official rushes over and begins arguing with Genie to step back down to the floor.

Suddenly, Genie’s eyes light up as Dakota appears behind the official. Reaching over the official, Dakota grabs onto Genie. In between the two, the official tries to pry them apart as things begin to get out of control.

VASSA: “Damnit Genie! You weren’t supposed to get involved in this! There’s no saving you now.”

JOHNSON: “Leave her alone Dakota! Take out that aggression on Eli instead.”

The crowd then begins to stir as Perry Wallace races out from the back and storms down the aisle.

VASSA: “It’s Perry! You’ve done did it now Dakota!”

JOHNSON: “We may just see Genie get herself grounded again for getting involved in the match up.”

Climbing onto the apron, Perry grabs onto Genie and pleads for Dakota to release her. After a few moments of struggling, Dakota eases up and takes a step back. Turning around slowly, Dakota is then caught by surprise as Eli flies in his direction, planting a foot in The Butcher’s face and wiping him out with a sick kick.

VASSA: “Down goes Dakota!”

JOHNSON: “The Red Light Special!”

VASSA: “Wait, Genie isn’t on the clock right now.”

Stunned, Perry’s jaw drops at the sight of Eli leveling Dakota in the blink of an eye. Before he can even snap out of it, Eli then pops back to his feet and quickly reaches over the top rope, grabbing onto Perry.

VASSA: “Don’t do it you son of a bitch!”

JOHNSON: “Fire him right here and now on the spot!”

Eli and Perry begin struggling with one another, more so Perry trying to pull himself away from Eli’s grip. Beside them, Genie tries to force herself in between the two as they argue amongst each other. Joining in on the action, the official then pulls Eli away from the ropes, breaking his hold on Perry.

JOHNSON: “We have a mess on our hands now folks.”

VASSA: “Things are getting out of control.”

With Eli standing back, the official then charges the ropes where Perry and Genie are now arguing. Trying to create some order, the official gets involved and then the three all begin arguing at each other.

JOHNSON: “That may not be the smartest thing but Larry Collins doesn’t allow any funny business in the matches he officiates.”

VASSA: “If he isn’t careful, he could cost himself his job.”

JOHNSON: “Larry is the best official 4CW has on the payroll. Perry would be dumb to fire him just for maintaining order at ringside.”

Looking on from a distance, Eli watches as the three argue amongst each other, oblivious to anything within the ring.

VASSA: “Who’s that?!”

JOHNSON: “It’s Scott Stevens!”

Hopping the barricade, Stevens emerges from the crowd and grabs the XTV Championship from ringside before sliding into the ring. With Eli looking in the opposite direction, Stevens rushes in behind him and blasts him in the back of the head with the XTV Championship.

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

Dropping to the mat, Eli crashes face first against it. Without any of the three arguing at the ropes noticing, Stevens tosses the belt back into Dakota’s corner before rolling out of the ring and hopping the barricade. Laughing hysterically, Stevens makes his way through the crowd before vanishing in the sea of people.

JOHNSON: “Scott Stevens just laid out the 4CW Champion!”

VASSA: “He had no business in this match up tonight but he just couldn’t wait any longer! He had to strike before All or Nothing.”

JOHNSON: “You know what’s funny? Neither Perry, Genie, or the official even knows what just happened.”

VASSA: “Does Perry ever know what’s going on?”

With Eli laid out, Dakota slowly begins showing signs of life. Pushing himself up, Dakota then walks over to the big fuss at the ropes and pulls the official away from the mix. Instantly, the arguing comes to a stop as Perry begins cheering Dakota on. Pulling herself away from Perry, Genie hops down to the floor before slapping the mat and yelling for Eli to get back to his feet. Dropping down to the floor as well, Perry stands beside Genie as the two look on from the outside.

Pulling Eli up from the mat, Dakota holds him in place with his hand squeezing Eli’s cheeks together and covering his mouth. Barely able to stand, Eli wobbles in place as Dakota looks into his eyes once more before the camera zooms in to his face. “Everything dies”, Dakota says before lowering Eli’s head and wrapping his arm around it. He then hooks Eli’s leg before bursting with energy and driving his feet into the mat. Lifting Eli up into the air, Dakota then transitions the fisherman’s suplex into a sit-out spinebuster.

JOHNSON: “Deadman Wonderland!”

VASSA: “And it’s all thanks to Scott Stevens!”

JOHNSON: “I can’t think of a more appropriate ending if I’m being honest.”

VASSA: “Eli had Dakota down for the count until Stevens showed up!”

Rolling over Eli and hooking his leg, Dakota makes the pin as the official drops in beside them for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Dakota wins it! He’s knocked the 4CW Champion down a peg.”

VASSA: “Don’t go giving him full credit!”

“Welcome to Hell” hits the speakers as the entire arena erupts as they witness Dakota Smith winning over the current 4CW Champion. Rising to his feet, Dakota looks over Eli’s fallen body and just shakes his head in disappointment before the official steps in beside him and raises his arm into the air.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Climbing into the ring, Perry walks up to Dakota to congratulate him on the victory patting him across the back. Staring Perry dead in the eyes, the two stand in silence before Dakota turns his back to Perry and walks over to the corner where the XTV Championship rests. Picking the championship up from the mat, Dakota then walks back to the center of the ring where he stands over Eli, looking down at him with an evil grin on his face.

Perry then steps in beside Dakota, applauding him and pointing down to Eli while laughing. Showing no emotion, Dakota looks to Perry once more before turning his back and walking to the edge of the ring. Dipping through the ropes, Dakota drops down to the floor not far from Genie who holds the 4CW Championship. Pointing to the belt, Dakota then blows Genie a kiss before winking at her and heading up the ramp, leaving the wreckage behind.

VASSA: “Dakota doesn’t look as happy about this as Perry does.”

JOHNSON: “I for one am excited after seeing Eli get what he had coming to him.”

VASSA: “We’re just two weeks away and things couldn’t be any worse for the 4CW Champion right now.”

JOHNSON: “There were already signs of tension between Perry and the Royal Family. I can’t help but wonder where tonight’s events are going to land him.”

Rolling into the ring, Genie crawls over to Eli and checks on him and he lies motionless across the mat. Looking up, she scolds Perry before looking back to Eli with worry. Watching from a distance, Perry looks on with happiness one moment before looking directly at Genie as if he let her down.

VASSA: “Just two more weeks folks and we’ll hold our first ever pay-per-view between Winter Wasteland and South Beach Brawl.”

JOHNSON: “It’s been a bumpy road for both Eli and Stevens but it all comes to an end when they step into the caged ladder match.”

VASSA: “We have a whole night of excitement planned so far. Genie will be teaming with Tara to defend the Tag Team Championships with JPD still not cleared to compete.”

JOHNSON: “Bryan Williams will defend the Pride Championship against Matthias Barrows.”

VASSA: “Although there’s no championship on the line, Jason Cashe and Lord Raab’s match is primed to be a potential show stealer.”

JOHNSON: “Not only will the 4CW Tag Team Championship be on the line, but we’ll have an assortment of teams all competing for a division in need of a rebirth.”

VASSA: “And how could we forget about the XTV Championship match between Dakota and Sativa. Those two were at it all night as well.”

JOHNSON: “That’s going to be a bloody match. I’m going to go ahead and call that right now. Then we have Jett Wilder’s moment to seek revenge against Dare Clemmens in a match that was barred anyone from ringside.”

VASSA: “Stevens and Eli for the 4CW Championship will be huge as well.”

JOHNSON: “Dang right it will be!”

VASSA: “With all those matches, plus everything else that will fall into place, All or Nothing has the making to be a successful first time pay-per-view for 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “The good news is, we only have to wait two more weeks.”

VASSA: “I’m already excited! Let’s go to the bar and get shit faced Steve!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know about the bar, but I think we’re good to call it a night.”

VASSA: “You and me both!”

JOHNSON: “You heard it folks! Be sure to tune in two weeks from now for All or Nothing as we take the show to Boston, Massachusetts and invade TD Gardens.”

VASSA: “The city is going to hate us when we come in and shit all over New England’s parade.”

JOHNSON: “That’s all for tonight! We’ll see you in two weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”

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

As Genie continues to aid Eli in the center of the ring, Perry cautiously moves in closer, kneeling down beside her and comforting her. Snapping her attention in his direction, Genie yells for him to leave them alone. Standing up and backing away, Perry looks on with worry for Genie as the scene slowly transitions to the pay-per-view poster for All or Nothing.