ADRENALINE E67 (103)

JUNE 7TH, 2017 TOYOTA CENTER HOUSTON, TX

PRE-SHOW
REDD THUNDER VS. KIMITSU ZOMBIE

Looking between the two in this match before the bell, one would think that Thunder easily has the advantage given his massive size over Kimitsu. Once the bell rang, those people would be proven wrong. Bursting out of the gate, Kimitsu ran circles around Rebb, striking from all directions with swift kicks and stinging punches. Strike after strike, she couldn’t seem to wear down the giant and early in the match, Redd shifted the momentum after catching her foot and pulling her into a belly to belly suplex, landing on top of her with all four hundred pounds of body mass. After trying to put Kimitsu away a few times, Redd began to grow frustrated mid match at the fact that she just would not stay down. Attempting a leg drop from the top rope, Redd crashed and burned as he hit nothing but canvas with a miss high above. Using this to her advantage, Kimitsu. With Redd wobbly on his feet, Kimitsu hit the ropes and came back on the return, wrapping her legs around Redd’s head and lifting the gigantic man off his feet and flipping him across the ring with a headscissors takedown. Still unable to keep the big man down, Kimitsu went to finish it once and for all. Going for her Standing Frankensteiner signature, Thunder countered out of nowhere, turning her attempt into a pop up powerbomb and finishing her off with what he calls the Final Flash. Making the cover with all of his weight down upon her, Redd picked up the solid win in his debut with the one, two, and three!

WINNER: Redd Thunder via Pinfall (8:46)

The scene cuts away from the intro video and to a clear shot from inside of the Toyota Center. “Bull On Parade” blares throughout the arena as the camera pans the crowd, focusing on various signs held by members in the sea of bodies.

J E T T
TO THE
RESCUE

PAINTED
HURRICANE
SEASON

XHW STOLE
MY IDENTITY

RETURN
OF THE
RATCHET

PUT IT ON
PORNHUB

Cutting to ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth, ready to get down to business!

JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another heart racing night of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Welcome to the show!”

JOHNSON: ”We have yet another stacked card for you all tonight as we climb one step closer to Ante Up just weeks away.”

VASSA: ”We’re live from Houston tonight. The home of shitty sports teams and husbands who are battered by their wives on a regular basis.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know about all that. But we are live tonight from the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas!”

VASSA: ”We have some great matches lined up and yes folks, the rumors are true. Salsa Bear-De is in the house ladies and gentlemen!”

JOHNSON: ”You heard right! She’ll be featured in a six person tag team match later this evening, along with a buffet of top shelf matches from top to bottom.”

VASSA: ”We have it all tonight! We have a contender match for the Fate Championship. We have a contender match for the Pride Championship. And we also have the third and final qualifying match for the big boy match at Ante Up!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s right we do! In our main event, Brian Hollywood, Johnny Evil, Jett Wilder, and Dakota Smith will tear the roof down in a fatal four-way match that will determine who the last person is to challenge for the 4CW Championship at Ante Up.”

VASSA: ”It’s going to be one adrenaline pumping night from start to finish and that’s been the norm in 4CW for a very, VERY long time.”

JOHNSON: ”While we could sit here and sweet talk you fine folks all evening, let’s cut the crap and get right down to business!”

VASSA: ”Now that sounds like a plan.”

JOHNSON: ”Sit tight folks. We’re going to cut backstage for just a moment before we kick things off with our opening match, Adrian Tanner Jr. and Jason Cashe going head to head.”

We come backstage where Bronx Valescence is coming through the backstage area with some sort of carrier in his right hand with a silk curtain draped over it. The 4CW Championship tossed over his left shoulder. Bronx notices the camera coming towards him, he anxiously looks down at the carrier with the curtain over it and then drops it. Glancing over to his championship he gives a knowing smirk.

VALESCENCE: “Look, I know the question is. Hey Bronx, what do you have underneath the curtain? Well. I’ll show you that in just a moment, because I promised that I would have an equalizer for that damned bear Salsa. And I brought it here tonight. I had to get special permission from Houston Game and Wildlife services, but I won’t be going into that fight with a bear without some back up…But I just wanted to say a few things.”

The curtained container gave a few shutters and a growl was heard underneath as Bronx held up a finger and lifted the curtain and stuck his head inside. A few words were muttered and then Bronx poked his head back out with a nervous laugh.

VALESCENCE: “A lot of people have been asking me about Luke Jones. They’ve been asking if I’m worried about him all of a sudden finding something deep within him and deciding that he will now be some serious dude instead of a joke wrestler that’s all of a sudden to be taken as a threat. I’ll answer that question with a question. Do you think Luke Jones can sustain that? Do you think he can be THE ANNIHILATOR for two weeks in a row? Three weeks? No. It’s all well and good, this week. He can have his moment, because if his team manages to win—that’s going to make his life. I’ll move on, I’ll defend my title at Ante Up…But this will make Luke’s career if somehow he beats me…I’m fine with that. I’m fine with being at this stage in my career that I can make someones career with a six-man tag team match…But as for Papa Nurvy and that bear…”

The carrier underneath suddenly shuttered again and Bronx looked nervously down to it. Who knows what he had inside.

VALESCENCE: “I told you I was not coming alone. I told you that I refused to be shown up by a bear. So I want to show you all…Each and every one of you…What I have brought. Children. Please turn away so you’re not scared….This is a warning for everyone watching at home.”

Bronx got behind the carrier and lifted it up and revealed…

BIGGIE SMALLS. The massive English bulldog that Bronx adopted years ago paces around in his carrier as Bronx opens the door and legs the dog out who wags his tail. The dog has on pet sized armor like he is ready to do battle. Bronx stands beside his faithful pupper.

VALESCENCE: “I hope you’re ready for war, Salsa. Because Biggie will slay you once and for all.”

Bronx whistled and his dog followed him towards the locker room with his mini-amour clanging as they walked together down the hall.

OPENING MATCH
ADRIAN TANNER JR. VS. JASON CASHE

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

The opening guitar riff to Black Veil Brides “Heart of Fire” kicks in as all the lights in the arena dim. The stage lights up, showing a giant stage-size Superman ‘S-Shield’ imprinted on the stage floor, the outline glowing blue and white as it pulses with the intro. Inside the shield is empty space, until a blood red human heart materializes in the middle, also pulsing with the music. On the video screens the same image (Shield with heart) appears but behind the heart are spliced together images of fans gasping in shock and awe at a certain someone doing the incredible things only he can.

“Driving through this world unknown,

I’ve built my life on broken bones.

Not living for this anymore,”

“You want a fight… I’ll bring a war!”

At ‘war’ the ‘heart’ burns away in the video footage as pyro explodes from the stage and the heart in the stage is replaced by the letters ATJ.

“I feel alive inside

I won’t be terrorized,

I’ll take all the blame.”

As the smoke from the pyro clears away the Arizona Assassin, Adrian Tanner Junior stands in the middle of the stage, where the heart was, head and face covered by the hood of his ring jacket. He is wearing his usual ring attire in blue and white tonight, with a matching blue and white ring jacket to go along with it.

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!!!”

“This heart of fire, is burning proud

I am every dream you lost and never found

This heart of fire, is stronger now

Build your walls but you can’t keep me out”

He walks side to side on the stage, riling the fans up for support and love, holding up his half of the 4CW Tag Team Championships for each side of the crowd to cheer at. Then he stops again in the middle of the stage, 4CW Tag Team Championship on his shoulder as he points his right hand like a gun at the ring.

“I’ll burn them down.”

He ‘cocks’ and ‘fires’ the gun and another burst of pyro explodes from either side of him on the stage, then he runs down the ramp slapping hands with fans along the way before sliding into the ring itself. He hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle and makes the gun motion one more time, firing into the crowd before he jumps down and begins his warm up stretches.

VASSA: ”I’m honestly a bit tired of his dumbass finger guns.”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t be a debbie downer this early in the show, Vinny. What a way to start off our night of action this is, with the two men who have qualified to challenge Bronx Valescence at Ante Up for the 4CW Championship.”

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: ”They might be challenging for the 4CW Championship at Ante Up, Steve. But tonight Adrian Tanner Junior enters into Cashe’s comfort zone. The opening match of Adrenaline.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s true, Vinny. Some of the best that 4CW has ever seen have come up against Cashe in the opening match and fallen short, only to beat him later on. Will Tanners magic from two weeks ago continue on into tonight? Let’s find out!”

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the bell the two men meet in the middle of the ring but Jason Cashe gains the early advantage, bringing a knee up into the stomach of Adrian Tanner and then taking hold of his ears with both hands, pulling him back upright and then biting him on the nose as hard as he could. Immediately the referee stepped in, getting in between the two and pushing Cashe away but the tRoUbLeD oNe does nothing but smile and shrug and the zebra striped official warns him that none of that is going to go on in this opening match. It’s no secret what kind of antics Cashe is notorious for pulling and apparently this referee means business.

Tanner, in disbelief and pain at being bitten by another human being, doesn’t allow the separation to last for long, rocketing across the ring and diving into Cashe with a flying axe handle that knocks Cashe back into his corner. As Cashe bounces off the turnbuckle padding Tanner leaps in the air and connects with a standing dropkick, knocking Cashe back into the corner again. Once more Cashe stumbles out of the corner as Tanner gets back to his feet and catches Cashe a third time with a spinning heel kick that, you guessed it, knocks him back into the corner once more. Finally Cashe comes to a rest there, slouching against the pads and rubbing at his forehead where the kick had connected painfully.

Wasting little time, Tanner moves to deliver a series of stomps to the abdomen of his opponent until Cashe is in a seated position in the corner. Around the arena the fans begin to buzz, recognizing that Adrian has Jason right where he wants him for one of his signature maneuvers early on in the match. Moving across the ring to the opposite corner, Tanner turns to face his opponent and extends his finger guns. As he “fires” them the whole crowd ignites and screams “BANG!” When they did so Tanner darted out of the corner like a horse at the start of the kentucky derby, leaping and aiming his feet for Cashe’s face but finding nothing but bottom turnbuckle pad for him to collide with as flattened his body and rolled out of the ring at the last moment.

VASSA: ”Phew, Cashe just barely got away from the best damn… whatever the fuck Tanner calls that fuckery.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re going to call THAT fuckery and just ignore the fact that Cashe tried to Mike Tyson Tanner’s nose?”

VASSA: ”I’m a man of mystery, Steve.”

Tanner, pulling himself out of the uncomfortable position of being strung across the bottom turnbuckle, collapses to the mat as Cashe climbs back into the ring. He’s quick to lift Tanner back up to his feet and toss him overhead with a german suplex, spinning back to his feet and slowly pacing across the ring towards Tanners body. From there Cashe patiently takes his time, dropping a knee to the abdomen of Tanner, and then leaping and landing a quick sexton across his sternum. Flipping over, Cashe presses down upon Tanners shoulders and looks to the referee to count the pinfall.

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Tanner quickly twists out of the pinfall predicament and is greeted with a few stiff elbows to the temple for his effort. After the elbows, Cashe droves his forehead violently into the temple of Tanner, knocking himself into a bit of a daze as well, falling back onto his backside with a goofy grin forming on his lips. Recoiling and holding his head, Tanner tries to put some distance between the two as Cashe climbs back to his feet and unsteadily stumbles across the ring, leaning against the ropes for support. Diagonally across the ring from Cashe, Tanner grabs onto the bottom rope and pulls himself back up slowly as well. Shaking his head free of cobwebs, Tanner takes a step in Cashes direction only to eat a big boot from him.

“WE WANT A MOOOOOOONIE!”

With Tanner down, Cashe perks up at the fans chant. Although he clearly doesn’t care what they want he can’t help but be intrigued by the idea. Sure, he hit a double moonie once against Bryan Williams but why not show Tanner that he can unleash a high flyers arsenal to force him to prepare a bit for that going into Ante Up as well. Or, maybe it was just because Cashe is fucking unhinged and who wouldn’t want to see a toothless, one nippled man do flips and shit in the middle of a 4CW ring? Enthusiastically, Cashe makes his way over to the corner and takes one last look back to make sure Tanner was lined up just where he wanted him. Seeing that he was, Cashe climbed to the bottom rope.

“WE WAAAAAAAAAANT A MOOOOOOONIE!”

He takes a step up to the middle rope.

“GIVE US A MOOOOOOONIE!”

Cashe hesistates and then finally decides to take that last step up to the top rope. Once there he wobbles and nearly falls before steadying himself. Just as he’s about to leap, however, Tanner kips back up to his feet and charges over to the corner, adeptly stepping up to the middle rope to lock his arms around Cashe’s waist and then, in seemingly perfect slow motion, tosses him over head to the mat with a picturesque german suplex.

JOHNSON: ”What a counter by Adrian Tanner!”

VASSA: ”These fans aren’t to happy with him, though. They really wanted to see that moonie.”

JOHNSON: ”I’ve heard you say it a thousand times, Vinny. Sometimes the fans just don’t get what they want. That was still incredible. Great ring awareness by Tanner.”

Tanner quickly dashes to the ropes, with Cashe’s body laying nearby, and springboards off the middle rope, flipping in the air and landing a springboard moonsault across the chest of Jason Cashe. It was a move that normally would have elicited all kinds of cheers from the fans. But on this night, having just moments earlier been crying for Cashe to attempt a moonsault, they’re having none of it and shower boo’s down upon Tanner. Unphased by it, however, Tanner quickly hooks the leg after landing the moonsault as the boo’s reign down upon him.

ONE

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TWO

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Kickout by Cashe at the last second! The referee waves off the attempt, holding up two fingers for Tanner to see who simply shrugs and pulls Cashe back to his feet. Landing a few chops first, Tanner then whips Cashe across the ring and telegraphs a back body drop, leaving Cashe to kick him with an up kick squarely to Tanners sternum, followed by a brutal lariat that lays Tanner out flat on his back. Once more the fans explode, imploring Cashe to consider the moonsault again.

“WE WAAAAAAAAAANT A MOOOOOOONIE!”

“WE WAAAAAAAAAANT A MOOOOOOONIE!”

“WE WAAAAAAAAAANT A MOOOOOOONIE!”

Considering the possibility for a moment, Cashe takes a step towards the corner and then waves his hands at the fans, turning back and planting a nasty kick to the side of the Arizona Assassin. Curling to protect himself from another kick, Tanner rolls halfway onto his side. Staring down at him, Cashe then looks to the corner and then back to Tanner once more. Without anywhere near as much hesitation as the first go round, Cashe ascends to the bottom rope, the middle rope and then the top rope much to the delight of the fans. He doesn’t look back to check on Tanner, instead taking one deep breath and then leaping, flipping in glorious fashion. It was like watching a gorilla try and do a moonsault but for some reason the fans were entranced by it as it unfolded.

And then reality struck as Cashe came crashing down upon Tanners knees, who then quickly rolled him through into a small package pinning predicament.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE

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

VASSA: ”Adrian Tanner just stole one from Jason Cashe on the opening match of the night!!”

A half second after the three hits, Cashe breaks free of the rollup and Tanner slides out of the ring with his arms raised in the air, a wide smirk on his face as Powers announces the victory inside the ring.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… THE ARIZONA ASSASSIN…. ADRIAN TANNER JJUUNNIIOORR!!!”

As the scene fades to backstage the fans watching at home are left with a shot of Tanner backing up the entrance ramp and pointing his finger guns at Cashe, who scowls up the entrance ramp knowing that he let one get away from him this time.

We cut from ringside to the backstage area of the Toyota Center as the crowd goes crazy as the hometown favorite, Scott Stevens, appears. Stevens is in his wrestling attire taping up his hands and wrists for his upcoming match later in the show. His concentration and preparation is broken by the arrival of 4CW’s own, Gabriel Hartman.

HARTMAN: ”Scott. Scott. Can we get a few words before your match tonight?”

Hartman asks as the Texan stops what he’s doing and motions for him to come over.

HARTMAN: ”Tonight, you are in your hometown of Houston, Texas…”

The crowd goes wild.

HARTMAN: ”How does it feel to be back home performing in front of your hometown?”

Hartman asks as Stevens flashes a rare smile.

STEVENS: ”I mean, what else can I say that it’s great to be home.”

Stevens says and the crowd goes wild once again and Stevens waits for the crowd to die down before continuing.

STEVENS: ”There is nothing like it competing in front of your hometown because everything is that much more important. I’ve competing in this city and this building many times before, but the butterflies and the nervousness doesn’t just go away. Everyone of the wrestlers in the back know that they want to put on the best performance possible, but they also want to walk away victorious in the process as well. You always want to look good in front of your hometown. You see these?”

Stevens asks as he points to his arm..

STEVENS: ”The goosebumps are getting to me because I’m so excited.”

Stevens boasts proudly and Hartman goes into his next set of questions.

HARTMAN: ”Tonight, you face a man who is undefeated in 4CW, DeAndre Johnson Jr. How seriously are you taking him?”

STEVENS: ”Very seriously. DeAndre may be a rookie in the eyes of many but he is establishing himself as one of the top young stars that 4CW is grooming to lead this company in the present and beyond. He has incredible talent and work ethic and you have to respect that. The thing I don’t respect is the disrespect he’s shown me.”

Stevens says which causes Hartman’s ears to perk up.

HARTMAN: ”How’s that?”

STEVENS: ”He thinks I’m some pushover and an easy victory, but I’m not that!”

Stevens says as he gets flustered.

HARTMAN: ”Well he does have a point you are one of the best wrestlers to ever step foot inside of a ring, but you’ve shown you may not have what it takes to be the best. He said you are living in the past and your own glass ceiling you recognize that bruh?”

Hartman says with a smirk that draws a look from Stevens

STEVENS: ”The only thing is I don’t need to live in the past because everyone knows what I’ve done. Hell, this city…my city, knows what I’ve done so why do I need to duel on past accomplishments? I agree I may not be what I once was, but I’m going to show the homes here tonight that this old dog still has a lot of fight left in him and if he’s looking for a stepping stone he can look somewhere else because the only homicide that’ll take place is when I murder him tonight in that ring!”

Stevens proclaims and turns away from the camera to continue prepping for his match.

UNDERCARD
RONNIE HARRIS VS. MAX CAVANAUGH

JOHNSON: ”It’s time for some newcomers!”

VASSA: ”These two have certainly been making an impact on the pre-shows lately, it’s time to see what they are made of. Max Cavanaugh might just be my favorite wrestler right now, if I may say.”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t imagine why that is, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”He tells it like it is! He isn’t afraid to hold back his thoughts, and worry about how the ‘left’ might bitch about it. Max is exactly what this company needs!”

JOHNSON: ”Well, he’s tasked with going against Ronnie Harris. Ronnie has been no pushover since joining, he’ll be looking to get a big win over Max tonight.”

VASSA: ”I doubt it, Max has won ECWF gold! What has Ronnie done? Absolutely nothing, I tell you what!”

JOHNSON: ”MaX hAs WoN eCwF gOlD!”

“10,000 Hours” plays throughout the venue’s sound system, and wasting little time, Ronnie Harris emerges from the back with a snarl planted on his face. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp, Ronnie scans the crowd, displeased and unamused, before deciding to head down to the ring. Barely taking a couple of steps, Ronnie stops and gets into the faces of a few members of the crowd sitting front row, slapping their hands away from his face. Removing the gumshield from behind his ear, Ronnie places it into his mouth, cranks his neck from left to right, and continues his journey to the ring, this time completely focused.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, hailing from The Elephant and Castle, and weighing in at two hundred seven pounds – RONNIE HHAARRRRIISS!!!”

Slowly, Ronnie climbs up onto the apron and steps into the ring, staring both the ring announcer and referee down. Heading towards the turnbuckle, Ronnie tests the rungs, and then the ropes, making sure they are correctly tightened, before enabling the ropes as an aid in a final pre-match stretch routine.

JOHNSON: ”It’s certainly anyone’s match here to take tonight, both Ronnie and Max seem to matchup well on paper.”

VASSA: ”Well, you know what they say about things looking good on paper.”

JOHNSON: ”No, actually I don’t. Please explain.”

VASSA: ”…Okay, I don’t know either. Shut up.”

The lights in the 4CW arena fade down and are replaced by shades of red, white, and blue as “Devil Inside Me” by Frank Carter and The Rattlesakes begins to play over the speakers. The fans rise and boo as Max Cavanaugh steps onto the ramp and plays to the crowd.

POWERS: ”Now entering the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… MAX CCAAVVAANNAAUUGGHH!!!”

Max walks down to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope before he climbs to top and throws his hands in the air. When he jumps down, he makes his way into the corner, waiting for the match to begin as the fans continue to boo.

DING!!! DING!!!

The two combatants slowly circle one another as they try to figure out how to start this match. Ronnie strikes first, engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. He seems to get the better of Max, quickly transitioning from a side headlock to a hammerlock. Ronnie shoves Max to the ropes, quickly taking him down with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Ronnie appears to be wasting no time in this match, as he goes straight for Max. Max quickly rolls to the outside, hoping to stop the early attack. Ronnie gives chase, following Max back to the outside. The two run around the ring, as Ronnie tries to catch up with Max. Max slips back inside of the ring, as Ronnie follows. Max is able to take Ronnie by surprise, catching him in a German Suplex. Ronnie lands hard, as Max begins to work on his downed opponent.

JOHNSON: ”A quick start from these two, they’re not going to back down from this challenge. Both of these men want to win this match quickly, and decisively!”

VASSA: ”Max was able to take a nice suplex from Ronnie, I think he’s got the toughness to see this one through.”

Max stomps away at the head of Ronnie, picking up his opponent and placing him in the corner into the tree of woe. It’s only moments before Cavanaugh puts the boots to Harris relentlessly, as Ronnie tries to escape. Cavanaugh throws a strong knee to the midsection of Ronnie, before arrogantly walking away as he lifts his arms in the air. Ronnie desperately tries to escape, as Max gets into it briefly with some fans ringside. Cavanaugh positions himself in the turnbuckle opposite Ronnie, as he prepares a charge. Max rushes full force towards his opponent, but Ronnie is able to lift himself up at the last second!

Max had certainly taken too long, allowing Ronnie the chance to recover and lift himself up out of his predicament. Ronnie sits on the top rope, freeing his leg as Max lays on the mat. After letting out a grizzly grunt of great discomfort, Max slowly pulls himself up from the canvas. This gives Ronnie enough time to connect with a Double Foot Stomp to the back of Max’s head! Max goes down, but Ronnie doesn’t stop there. Max tries sitting up, and Ronnie quickly follows up with a Football Kick straight to his chest! Max quickly falls down, as Ronnie covers him for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”A nice kick from Ronnie, not enough to put Max away.”

VASSA: ”That’s the toughness I’m telling you about! When you have to deal with idiots all day long, you get thick skin! Max has got plenty of that.”

Max gets his shoulder up just in time! Ronnie sits up, a look of discouragement upon his face. Ronnie doesn’t waste time, as he pulls Max back up to his feet. Max fights back, connecting with a shot to his midsection. This marks the second time in the match that either wrestler has lost focus and killed their own momentum, as Cavanaugh is able to reach his feet. Max takes a moment to line Ronnie up, throwing a deliberate kick into his kidneys. Ronnie grabs his side in pain, dropping to a knee as he does. Max quickly follows this up with a running knee to the side of Ronnie’s head, dropping him to the mat for a moment.

JOHNSON: ”Max has turned this match around, brutal knees landing to Ronnie Harris.”

VASSA: ”Max has got him right where he wants him, Ronnie is in trouble here.”

Ronnie tries getting back up to his feet, but Max is right there to keep him down. He charges at Ronnie, face planting him into the mat with a Fameasser. With Ronnie down for the moment, Max looks to capitalize on the situation. He taunts a few fans in the crowd, as he waits for Ronnie to get back up. In perfect position, Max strikes as Ronnie stands back up to his feet. He leaps towards the second rope, a springboard into a DDT! Ronnie couldn’t see it coming, he eats all of it as Max quickly covers him for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Before the count can be finished, Ronnie is able to stick his foot onto the bottom rope! Max doesn’t appear to be happy, asking the official why he stopped his count. Finding out that Ronnie was able to break the count doesn’t sit well with him. As the beration continues, Ronnie is able to get his bearings. Max finally turns to focus on his opponent, when he does so he’s met with a vicious spinning backfist! Max almost falls to the canvas, but Ronnie is right there to keep him standing. He grabs Max, planting him with a quick Gotch Piledriver! The crowd cheers loudly for the move itself, as Ronnie quickly scurries to cover Max for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

Max is able to kick out, shoving Ronnie away as he does. He quickly rolls back to the outside, yet again escaping from the match. He checks his nose, luckily it seems that no major damage has been done. Ronnie Harris doesn’t let up though, as he slides under the bottom rope to the outside. He quickly gives chase, knocking Max for a loop with a stiff European Uppercut! Max falls backwards, using the barricade for support. Ronnie follows up with a chop to his chest, sending him reeling yet again! Max walks over to the nearby ringpost, hoping to recover. Ronnie is still on top of him, as he winds back for another chop!

JOHNSON: ”Look at Ronnie go!”

VASSA: ”Max is in trouble, he has to be careful!”

JOHNSON: ”Ronnie winds up with another chop and -”

VASSA: ”Yes!!”

Max ducks at the last moment, as Ronnie’s hand and wrist smack violently into the turnbuckle post! He recoils in pain, Max quickly grabbing his damaged right arm and pulling it into the post! Ronnie recoils, falling down to the mat as Max takes the moment to try and recover. In the ring, referee Patrick Murphy has already started his count!

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Ronnie Harris tries shaking out his hand, but the damage has seemed to be done already. He looks up, as Max has recovered enough to try and attack. He charges at Ronnie, who catches him with a kick to his stomach. Max doubles over for a second, allowing Ronnie to catch him with a quick DDT to the outside! Max is spiked headfirst into the mat, allowing Ronnie another moment to try and figure something out.

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Ronnie grabs his opponent, using the one good hand he has. He tosses Max back into the ring, shaking out his arm some more. It looks like his right hand still quite isn’t up to the challenge yet, as he opts to get back inside of the ring. Ronnie climbs up onto the apron, crossing between the ropes. It is at this point that Max is able to get up, he kicks the second rope!

JOHNSON: ”Oh!! Max just sent that second rope right back into Ronnie!”

VASSA: ”That had to hurt!”

The second rope is sent upwards, slamming all over Ronnie’s body! His face, chest, groin, everything that was crossing at the time all is violently smacked. It’s enough of a distraction to allow Max the chance to change the tide in this match. Even if Patrick Murphy has something to say about his actions. Max dismisses him, focusing instead on Ronnie. He slams a right hand into his face, following it up with a left hand. Ronnie stumbles back, but looks keen for the fight. He swings, Max ducks and tosses him to the mat with a Belly-to-Back Wheelbarrow Facebuster!

JOHNSON: ”Max has taken this match right out from under Ronnie Harris!”

VASSA: ”The end is near!”

The impact is enough to knock Ronnie for a loop, as Max quickly tries to follow up on the situation. He wraps Ronnie up in the Double Underhook Crossface, pulling back at his right hand as he does so! Ronnie looks to be in pain, but more surprised of the situation he’s in. He looks to fight out of the hold, but suddenly Max lets go. He stands up, and begins to stomp away at the right hand of Ronnie Harris! Ronnie cries out in pain, as Max again applies the “Cuck Killer” on Ronnie. With no other choice, Ronnie taps out!

JOHNSON: ”How unfortunate for Ronnie Harris here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Max CUCKED HIM!!”

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

POWERS: ”The winner of this match, by way of submission … MAX CCAAVVAANNAAUUGGHH!!!”

“Devil Inside Me” begins to play, as Max Cavanaugh begins to celebrate his win. The Houston crowd doesn’t seem to appreciate him, or his actions inside of the ring. He looks to jaw with a few of them, as his hand is raised in victory. It seems that Ronnie Harris is back up though, he charges at Max who promptly leaves the ring. Wasting no time to get beat up, Max scurries up to the ramp as he mockingly waves at Ronnie.

JOHNSON: ”You certainly can’t blame Ronnie for feeling the way he does. That hand injury really turned the match in Max’s favor.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, well it doesn’t matter either way. Max got the win, that’s all people will remember here tonight!”

Ronnie stands in the ring, staring a hole into Max as he continues to mock him and the crowd. Ronnie kicks the bottom rope in frustration, as we cut away for a moment.

Strolling down the Toyota Center, with a certain cautious vibe to his steps was Johnny Evil. His face was as if he didn’t have a care in the world, but every so often you would see him check his surroundings, as if he was waiting for something. Johnny turns into one of locker rooms provided for the 4CW superstars. But when he does so, he comes across a rather unusual sight. The locker room was empty, and a large wooden cross was planted smack dab in the middle of the room. Johnny looked around the locker room and was very hesitant to approach the object…

EVIL: ”… The fuck??”

After a few minutes of pondering Johnny walks up to the cross, placing his hand atop one of the corners – pushing off a rather large nail that was sitting on top of it. As the nail bounces off of the ground, the door to the locker room also slams shut. Johnny jerks himself around to see that standing in front of the door was Dakota Smith.

SMITH: ”Fancy meeting you here, bitch boy…”

Etching a sarcastic ass smile across his face, as if he had expected consequences for his actions two weeks ago. Like a rabid dog Evil lunges at Dakota, so caught up in attacking The Butcher that he doesn’t notice the hammer in his hand.

CRACK!!!

Dakota smashes the hammer across the side of Evil’s skull, instantly dropping the man. With a loud and uproarious laugh Dakota reaches down and grabs Evil by the wrist, dragging him over to the cross. The butcher lifts Evil up and pushes him up against the cross. Evil uses it to keep his balance, not all the way there after the hammer strike. Reaching back down Dakota scoops up the previously mentioned nail. He then grabs ahold of Evil’s hand and places his on the cross, so that his palm his facing out. The sick and twisted Smith then lines then nail up and…

WHACK!!!

The pain was enough to make Evil come through as he lets out a laugh, locking eyes with the butcher before glancing over at his impaled hand. Dakota’s eyes go wide as he stares down Evil, reaching down into his pocket and pulling out another nail. Evil still just laughs in the face of the butcher, almost mocking him in a way.

SMITH: ”Oh… Is that the way it is? You think this is just a game, this is just foreplay… Let me clear things up for you, prag.”

Without missing a beat, Dakota brings up the other nail and hammers it into the same hand as the other. This time Evil lets out with a cry of pain, this pleases the butcher as a sick grin forms on his face. Dakota runs his finger over the stream of blood that was now flowing from Evil’s hand. He then brings his fingers up to his lips and licks off the blood, a sadistic chuckle slipping out of his monstrous demeanor.

Evil’s outburst of pain was seemingly enough to attract attention as security quickly swarmed the room. Dakota lifted his hands up in the air, dropping the hammer at his feet before walking backwards. He laughed to himself as security began to surround Evil, trying to figure out a way to get his hand off of the cross. Dakota slipped out of the locker room, leaving the scene in total chaos.

We open up to a black back drop and not much else. The camera pans back somewhat showing a red outlined Superman Shield with “AT” in red lettering inside the shield on the wall of the backdrop, and your hero and mine, Adrian Tanner Junior seated in a chair opposite an unfamiliar to 4CW at least individual with red hair and black-rimmed glasses. James “Jimmy the Intern” Taylor looks at his notes before he glances at the camera.

TAYLOR: ”Ah, hello everyone out there in TV Land, I’m NEXTWAVE’s personal intern, Jimmy the Intern-“

Adrian, dressed in tan khakis and a black “REVOLVER” t-shirt, holds up a hand stopping his friend-slash-intern.

TANNER: ”Jesus Jimmy, it’s been like five years. Are you really still an Intern?”

TAYLOR: ”That’s what Mister Young says, sir.”

Jimmy doesn’t seem bothered by the title. He’s long since gotten used to it, even if it hasn’t fit in years. But Adrian is having none of it.

TANNER: ”…Remind me to have a chat with ‘Mister Young’ when we get done here. But dude seriously, you’re way past being our intern. Let’s at least up to ‘Jimmy the Interviewer,’ yeah?”

TAYLOR: ”Yes sir.”

Jimmy nods, then looks back down at his notes.

TANNER: ”Sorry, we’re gettin’ off topic, my bad. Do your thing.”

TAYLOR: ”Ah, right. So… You’ve been back almost a year now, and in that year you’ve worked almost exclusively for 4CW with only recently deciding to journey out again. How do you feel about your time in 4CW so far?”

The Arizona Assassin rubs his chin thoughtfully, pondering the question.

TANNER: ”How do I feel about my time in 4CDub? It’s a… love/hate relationship. I love the company, hate most of the people in it. I love the talent, the competition that comes from working here, still hate most of the people who give me that competition. Does that make sense?”

He shrugs. Jimmy nods, and flips to the next page of his notes.

TAYLOR: ”I’d say so, but I know you better than most, sir.”

TANNER: ”Har har.”

TAYLOR: ”You’ve gained a lot of success in the past year, and even more recently, or at least opportunities that may lead to success, how do you feel about your standing in the wrestling world at the moment?”

Adrian rubs a hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his face as he glances back at Jimmy with a grin.

TANNER: ”Boy have I! 4CW Tag Champ, a month away from being SWAT International Champ, I got the XWA Lord of the Rings tourney… FIGHTING Spirit of Juniors tourney… And of course… Punching my ticket to the MAIN EVENT of Ante up for a shot at the 4CW Championship!

To say I’m excited is an understatement. How do I feel about my ‘standing’ in the wrestling world, Jimmy? Pretty. Damn. Good. Of course, it can always be better, but that’s what I’m here to do.”

TAYLOR: ”What do you think about your opponents for that match at Ante up? And who do you think’s gonna be joining you and rounding out the match?”

TANNER: ”I think I covered Cashe as well as I need to for the moment in my last promotional. Bronx…

I’ll admit, I underestimated Bronx. I still hate his fucking guts but the guy did work. He went the distance like he said he would and he wound up the 4CW Champion. So I gotta give him credit for that. At Ante Up though?”

He leans forward, facing the camera directly.

TANNER: ”Bronx had his redemption. Ante Up is my turn!”

He makes a quick finger gun motion with his hand, then sits back in his seat.

TANNER: ”As for who I think is gonna win tonight and join me and Cashe and Bronx in the Main Event of Ante up?

Well it ain’t Amber Ryan that’s for sure.”

He smirks.

TANNER: ”No but really, I’m rooting for Evil. Outta the four of ’em it’s either him or Dakota and I think he can pull it off.

…Plus the more AA the better chance one of us walks out with the Title.”

TAYLOR: ”Rooting for Evil after everything he did to you?”

Adrian quirks an eyebrow at that, before shaking his head.

TANNER: ”Yeah man, I never discounted Johnny’s talent. I just hated him for being a scumbag and turning on me. But we’re past that, and we’re the 4CW Tag Team Champions! Of course I have his back.”

TAYLOR: ”Anything else you wanna say before we wrap this up?”

TANNER: ”I’ll say everything I’m gonna say to my opponents in the Main Event of Ante Up in the ring. …And the promotionals. But still. There’s only one thing that needs to be said at this point.”

He stands up, gets right in front of the camera and points his hand like a gun directly at the center of the screen. He cocks and ‘fires’ the gun, nods, and then walks off screen as we cut to black.

UNDERCARD
MYA DENTON-KING VS. HUBERT SMALLS

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

“Hold You Heart” by Lindsey Sterling featuring ZZ Ward cues up as Mya comes skipping out and down to the ring.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois! She is ‘The Skipping Queen’, MYA… DENTON… KKIINNGG!!!”

She wipes her converses off and skips around a few times before sitting on the middle rope as she waits for her opponent.

POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

The unmistakable 80s beat begins to ring cheerfully throughout the PA system, signaling the beginning of “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” by Deniece Williams as the crowd lets out a growing roar of approval.

“My baby, he don’t talk sweet

He ain’t got much to say

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

I know that he loves me anyway”

Coming out from behind the curtain, a jubilated Hubert Smalls with cat carrier in tow walks out to an eruption of positivity. He waves happily to the crowd as he lifts up the see-through transporter T.E. is in, encouraging the cat to also say hello to the audience.

POWERS: ”Wrestling fans and wrestling friends, now making his way down the aisle…”

“And maybe he don’t dress fine

But I don’t really mind

‘Cause every time he pulls me near

I just wanna cheer”

Smalls begins his march down the aisle, extending his free hand out to those on the edge to slap fives and greet the public.

POWERS: ”From Petal, Mississippi and weighing in at two-hundred forty-five pounds…he is HUBERT SSMMAALLLLSS!!!”

“Let’s hear it for the boy

Oh, let’s give the boy a hand

Let’s hear it for my baby

You know you gotta understand

Oh, maybe he’s no Romeo

But he’s my lovin’ one-man show

Oh, whoa whoa whoa, let’s hear it for the boy!”

Hubert carefully places the cat carrier next to the timekeeper, thanking them for keeping an eye on him while he “restles” and then makes his way into the squared circle, shaking the hand of both Powers and the official before waving once again to the audience and politely making his way to his corner.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell echoes throughout the arena, both wrestlers exit their corners and head for one another until standing within feet of each other in the center of the ring. Standing nearly a foot taller, Hubert casts a shadow onto Mya. Not backing down, she bounces back and forth in place before lunging in hitting him with a swinging elbow to the side of the arm. Catching Hubert off guard, Mya knocks him back a step and before he can even react, she swings with her other arm and catches him with a second elbow.

Hubert reaches for her with both arms extended, coming up empty handed as she ducks underneath him as he passes overhead. Without even turning around, she kicks her leg back, planting her foot into the back of Hubert’s knee and forcing his leg to give out from under him. Dropping to that same knee, Hubert signs loudly before pushing himself back up as Mya runs past him headed for the ropes. Coming back on the rebound, Mya leaps forward at Hubert, flying directly for him. Catching Mya in mid-air, Hubert quickly rotates her body before dropping down to one knee and cracking her back across his elevated knee with a backbreaker.

Not allowing Mya to drop from his knee and down to the mat, Hubert stands tall, lifting her up in his arms. He then looks up at the crowd, as if something were grabbing his attention. Turning his head from side to side, he looks in different directions, definitely hearing something odd in the air. Slowly turning around in place, he looks towards the time keeper and at that very moment, his jaw drops to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”What’s happening out here?!”

VASSA: ”I don’t know but someone definitely let the dogs out!”

Holding cat carrier in both arms and standing tall, the time keeper kicks his feet at an familiar looking dog barking upwards at it.

JOHNSON: ”Don’t tell me that’s the same dog…”

VASSA: ”I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. That damn thing is always getting away from him and boy it does look very similar.”

Setting Mya down to her feet, Hubert then rushes to the ropes with concern painted over his face. Barking wildly on the outside of the ring, what appears to be Freedumb’s dog is fighting with the time keeper to get to T.E. Worried, Hubert begins yelling at the dog from inside of the ring, fearing for T.E.’s safety.

JOHNSON: ”Look at the fear in Hubert’s eyes!”

VASSA: ”Tail Earnhardt is his best friend. You’d do the same for me.”

JOHNSON: ”There isn’t a carrier large enough for you.”

Looking on from the center of the ring, Mya shakes her head in disappointment before her head comes to a full stop. Cocking it to the side, she stares at Hubert for a few moments before snapping out of it in anger. Rushing up behind Hubert, she grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him away from ropes. Spinning around in an instant, Hubert doesn’t see anyone as Mya has ducked out of his view and ran off towards the ropes behind him, to the side of the ring where the disturbance is coming from. Just as Hubert turns around to check on T.E., Mya bounces off the ropes and comes into his full focus, knocking him flat on his back with a shining wizard.

VASSA: ”Hubert, no!”

JOHNSON: ”Demented!”

VASSA: ”Rude more like it!”

Dropping down to cover Hubert and hooking the leg, Mya counts along with the official as his hand slaps the canvas.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, MYA DENTON—-KKKIIINNNGGG!!!”

Switching over from the in-ring action to the outside of the Toyota Center, a figure can be seen crouching down beside one of the walls with their hoodie on. As the cameras come in closer, the figure would actually turn out to be Lauryn Wolfe, looking intense as she remains in that position. Eventually, Lauryn notices the camera crew that was swarming around her and looks up at them, although it’s clear to see that she isn’t in a really good mood.

WOLFE: ”So, you’ve found me, huh? How nice…”

Letting out an annoyed scoff, Lauryn shakes her head before she acknowledges the crew again.

WOLFE: ”Honestly, what the hell do you people want from me? You want me to talk shit and big myself up? Or do you want me to even pay a semblance of attention towards people that still talk negatively about me? It’s just the same old crap that they spew. Rinse and repeat. They’re not even worth mentioning at this point.”

WOLFE: ”Besides, I can run my mouth off all I want and things won’t change. I can say that I am back at a hundred percent and that I am capable of holding my own inside that ring tonight, but unless I actually go out there and back my words up, everything that I say will fall on deaf ears. The fact of the matter is that people don’t care about what I have to say. “

Lauryn frowns as she finally stands up and places her hands in her pockets, though her attention shifts away from the cameras to look up at the night sky.

WOLFE: ”…But what I will say is that tonight will be the beginning of a long, hard journey for me… a journey back to the way I was. I’ve changed for the worst in a matter of a year. People honestly saw me as being the woman that was going to be the face of Uprising when it was still around… but now? Tch. I’m sure as hell far from being considered the face of anything.”

WOLFE: ”I may not be the same woman that I was back then, but it won’t be soon before long I find my groove and get back to the right mindset. Become more aggressive. Vicious. Just destroy anyone that stands in my way and go back to being the vehicle of chaos that I was.”

Lauryn glances back at the cameras, having a more determined look on her face as she spoke more passionately.

WOLFE: ”It’s about damn time I start collecting names and breaking faces. Tonight will bring me closer to doing just that, and soon, the wolf won’t have to lick her wounds anymore. She’ll be at the top and tear into the throats of the competition. I’ll revert to being that bitch again, and if you really want to doubt me still… then just watch me and I’ll give you all a good reminder of just who the fuck I am.”

Pulling a handkerchief from out of her pocket, Lauryn ties it around her lower face region and gives the cameras one last intense look before she heads off, getting ready for her match later on in the night.

UNDERCARD
MARIANO FERNANDEZ VS. JAN VAN DER ROOST

The arena lights suddenly go down, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.

problem?

“Many folks they never heard of me

So i’ma introduce myself by using some hyperboles

I am that voice that talks a ton but no one chatters back

They rather act like blatters act and spaz on rappers, matter fact”

POWERS: ”And now, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! From Buenos Aires, Argentina, by way of Miami, Florida… ‘THE GADFLY’… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

“… Waiting for the day I’ll get the silence I deserve

So I ain’t talking oxen when I say, I just want to be heard!”

The lights come back on, and after a huge pyro blast, Mariano is standing at the stage entrance, posing to the crowd going wild. He then beings striding decidedly and steadily to the ring.

“It seems like everywhere I gooooooooo

Everybody, they’re trying to steal the shoooooooow

(AHA!) So I’m here with my plan

I got to let’em hear who I am!

Once he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he raises his fist to the air, receiving a HUGE crowd pop!

“I wanna show that NOW’S MY TIME, TODAY’S MY DAY!

TO MAKE ‘EM SAY DAG ‘CAUSE I’M GETTIN’ MY WAY!

IT’S MY TIME TO SHINE AND IT’S OKAY-YAY-YAY-YAY!”

As the music and the lights come back to normal, Mariano grabs a microphone from a member of the ringside crew.

FERNANDEZ: “FUS RO DAH!!!”

Manny hands the microphone back to get it back to Powers as the lights Dim throughout the arena as ‘Rooster’ begins to play. A single orange spotlight fades in on the entrance. Jan van der Roost slowly walks out, a pair of orange gloves in one hand, a towel around his neck.

POWERS: “From Utretcht in the Netherlands, weighing in at two hundred and two pounds, he is the ‘Rooster’ JAN VAN DER RROOOOSSTT!!!”

He looks towards the ring, then walks ahead, with his head down. He stops, looks at his opponent or the referee, then heads to the steps. He slowly climbs the steps then stops at the corner. van der Roost places the towel on the turnbuckle, wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes. He looks up towards the orange spotlight then puts the left glove on. The arena lights come up and he tosses the right glove into the crowd.

The referee steps in and asks both men if they’re ready. Manny nods and so does Jan and then he signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell sounds and Manny rolls and slaps both shoulders as Jan turns his neck from side to side. Before they lock up, Van Der Roost steps out into the middle of the ring and extends his hand. Manny nods and takes it before they look around for a nice applause from the fans before they lock up. They battle for the upper hand. Manny goes to one knee and fights Van Der Roost to the corner and the referee breaks them up. On the two count, Manny steps aside and lets Van Der Roost step out of the corner. He does and fiddles at the tape on his wrist. He sizes up Manny again but this time Manny goes with the standing switch, gripping Van Der Roost around the waist. Rooster looks to either side and grabs at Manny’s hands and goes low and reverses the hold, he picks Manny up and slams him into his stomach, switches to a front face lock and Manny crawls towards the ropes and gets a foot on it, the referee gets to two before Jan releases the hold. Manny nods as he flips the hair from his face as Rooster offers him to step into the middle of the ring now.

JOHNSON: “Lots of honor and respect between these two. Both of these men are reputable and have a great reputation. We’re seeing that come to fruition in the wrestling ring.”

VASSA: “Really? Wonder when the last time either of these nerds have even talked to a girl.”

JOHNSON: “They’re both dating someone.”

VASSA: “Eh.”

The duo lock back up and Manny goes for another go-behind but Jan is quick to reverse back out and this time he goes for the leg of Manny. Manny flips going for an enziguri but Jan ducks it, so Manny rolls forward and kicks Jan into the ropes. On his way back, Manny flips Jan with his feet with a monkey-flip but Jan lands on his feet. Manny rushes at Jan, but he’s met with a hip toss. Manny is quick to get back up and this time Jan rushes at Manny and he’s met with a hip toss. Manny then runs at Jan. Jan pushes him into the ropes. When Manny bounces off the ropes, Jan dives at his feet. Manny leaps over him and off the opposite ropes. Jan jumps up and leap frogs Manny as he comes running back, when Manny rebounds a third time, Jan bends down for a back body drop but Manny dives over with a sunset flip. Jan runs through, Manny kips up to his feet and they both throw a drop kick at the same time before popping up showing their fists as the crowd gives a huge pop.

JOHNSON: “How about that! Stalemate between these two early. Nobody can get the upper hand.”

VASSA: “Jan has been around and seen it all, Manny has been through the grind of 4CW for a while now so he’s more than ready for Jan.”

Manny flips his hair and for a third time the two lock up to try and get the upper hand, this time Manny pulls Jan into a side headlock. Jan tries to shove him away but Manny drops to a knee to hold it on and then takes Jan to his back in a headlock takedown. Jan gets his legs up and wraps them around Manny’s head, Manny is able to kip up and then avoid a leg sweep from Jan. With Jan on his behind, Manny rushes in and tries to lock in a triangle on Jan but Jan gets to the ropes and pulls himself as Manny releases the hold to the apron. Manny goes to try and swipe at Jan on the apron, but Rooster blocks it with both hands. He goes between the ropes to shoulder Manny in the gut and then flips with a sunset flip over the top rope for the first pin of the match.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Manny just gets a shoulder up in time, shocked by the ability of Jan to keep his shoulders down. Manny quickly gets to his feet as Jan motions for him to bring it on. Manny rushes in and Jan hits a kick to the abdomen. Jan hooks both of Manny’s arms and floats him over for a double-underhook suplex and then covers Manny.

ONE

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TWO

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This time Manny is out solidly at two as he holds his back and sits up. Jan rolls up and sends a solid kick into the small of Manny’s back. Manny howls out in pain as he arches his back—Jan hits another one which smacks around the arena until Manny gets to one knee. Jan is on top of Manny quickly, pulling him up by the head. He hits Manny with an open handed chop and then an European upper-cut. Manny goes flying back into the corner and Jan hits another open handed chop before shooting Manny into the opposite corner. Jan goes running after and Manny grabs onto the top rope and maneuvers back behind Jan by flipping upside down into a sunset flip pinning combination. Manny nods along with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Jan gets a shoulder up.

JOHNSON: “Now starting to see the competitiveness between these two. You won’t find any better wrestling in the entire world than in 4CW.”

VASSA: “Yeah, tune in later to see it. Save that honor and respect. One of these guys are going to have to get mean to win a match like this.”

Jan rolls forward and Manny rolls back. Both on their feet, they run at each other, Jan whips Manny into the ropes, when Manny rebounds, Jan looks for a clothesline but Manny ducks it and then flips back with a Pele’ Kick but Jan has it scouted and grabs the leg and flips Manny over and turns him over with a single leg boston crab! The Van Der Lock! Manny yells out in pain as he reaches for the ropes.

JOHNSON: “What a counter by Rooster! I’ve never seen the Pele Kick scouted like that before!”

VASSA: “DA TROLL GUY getting trolled right here in front of us, folks.”

Manny goes to tap out a few times, the crowd wills him to the ropes as he crawls towards them. Jan tries to pull him back but Manny holds onto the ropes. Jan turns and tries to pull Manny to his feet but Manny uses the momentum to pull himself to his feet and hits a step up- enziguri “The Gadfly”. Jan gets his clock cleaned as he stumbles away. Manny, holding his back runs forward and hits a running head scissors which plants Jan in the corner. Manny hits his back a few times to try and numb the pain, he runs forward and flies in with a forearm and then uses Jan’s momentum to toss him in the middle of the ring. Manny then leaps to the top rope from the mat and jumps off with a moonsault! He crashes down on Jan! Manny bounces off holding his stomach but dives on Jan for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

NO!! Jan gets a shoulder up at the last second. Manny and the crowd groans and then a cheer rises from the crowd because of the caliber of the match.

JOHNSON: “I thought Manny had him there! Jan found a way to get his shoulder up!”

VASSA: “Hard to remember that Manny is actually athletic with how much he talks about video games.”

Manny gets to his feet and looks down as Jan is getting to his feet as well. Manny rushes over and hits a european uppercut which stumbles Jan back into the ropes. Jan bounces back with an open handed chop. Manny matches with another euro uppercut. Jan hits another open hand chop which stumbles Manny back but he dives with a euro uppercut. Jan steps out of the way and hooks Manny with a Russian leg sweep! Manny crumples up holding his back as Jan brings Manny back to his feet and hooks him for “The Crow” a double armed DDT.

JOHNSON: “Jan looking to end it here with that DDT!”

VASSA: “Da Troll Guy will have a natural troll face if he gets planted here!”

Manny is able to fight out by bull rushing Jan into the corner. Rooster is forced to let Manny go. Manny throws Rooster out of the corner and to the ground. Fernandez gets up on the second rope and dives off with a elbow drop. He connects and makes the cover!

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TWO

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Jan kicks out again. This time Manny doesn’t bother hesitating as he motions for Jan to get up. Jan stumbles to his feet and Manny goes for the Asian mist but Jan ducks it. Manny looks shocked as Jan nods with a smirk and points to his head. Manny rushes at Jan who uses the go-behind to roll Manny up!

ONE

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Manny rolls backwards out of the roll up and when he gets to his feet, Jan throws a super-kick towards Manny but Manny catches it, spins Jan around and hooks him for a stunner! Nope. Jan pushes Manny into the ropes, when he comes back Jan hits the rolling Liger kick, Manny is stunned against the ropes but then answers with one of his own! Both men lay prone in the ring as the crowd gets to its feet another time with a loud ovation from both men.

JOHNSON: “The fighting spirit of both of these men is something to be admired! Both of these men are putting it all on the line here tonight!”

VASSA: “Both are too stupid to stay down.”

Jan and Manny use one another to get back to their feet. They trade forearm shots trying to get the upper hand. It’s Jan who finally gets Manny stumbling away. Manny stumbles into the ropes, he goes for a super kick for his own but Jan catches his leg again and goes to spin him for another single leg Boston crab but Manny is able to roll forward and push Jan into the ropes with his feet. As Jan goes back, Manny fakes the Asian mist again, when Jan goes to block Manny kicks him in the stomach and hooks him for a suplex and DRILLS Jan with the DOVAHKIIN DRIVER! The vertical suplex into a pile driver folds Jan up. Manny hooks both legs and scoops Jan’s neck in the middle of the ring. The crowd chants along.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

“Now’s My Time” by the DJIG begins to play as Manny rolls away holding the back of his head as the referee raises his hand.

POWERS: “The winner of this match, MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

Manny gets to his feet and poses as he nods along to the music. Jan rolls to the apron and to the outside looking disappointed but he gives a respectful nod to Manny in the ring, Manny returns it as he goes to the turnbuckles.

JOHNSON: “Big win here for Manny Fernandez. A lot of folks think he could be on the rise here in 4CW.”

VASSA: “Tough break for Rooster here in 4CW, he’s a vet but it takes a while to get acclimated to this caliber of a roster.”

We fade with Manny posing on the ropes, pointing to a troll face on the big screen.

The camera cuts backstage to quite the scene; Matthias Barrows is all over Freedumb, laying into him with rights and lefts! After knocking Freedumb to the floor with a kick, Matthias picks up a clipboard lying on the floor.

BARROWS: “You’ll sign this document and you’ll like it!”

Barrows pulls a pen out of this pocket and places it in Freedumb’s hand, then maneuver’s it around to make a mark on the page.

BARROWS: “Thank you. Don’t worry, I’m sure anyone in the ring with you will make your elimination a quick one!”

After one last kick to the ribs, Barrows leaves the locker room, shoving the cameraman with one hand as he makes his way past.

BARROWS: “Fuck outta my way.”

The cameraman quickly recovers and follows Barrows down the hall. After a few twists and turns, Matthias arrives at his destination, Perry Wallace’s office, and pushes the door open to find the 4CW’s head honcho sitting at his desk.

WALLACE: “Oh for God’s sake. Do you actually know how to knock, Matthias?”

BARROWS: “Yes, and I’ll prove it in the ring tonight with Ana Hayden. Right now, we’ve got business to tend to.”

WALLACE: “The 4 Corners Frenzy, I presume?”

BARROWS: “We had a deal Perry; I get twenty out of thirty signatures of those who agree to take their chances and enter the match, and you give us something to fight for. Read it and weep; twenty signatures! I held up my end of the bargain, now it’s your turn.”

Barrows hands the clipboard to Wallace, who inspects it for a moment before looking back sternly at him.

WALLACE: “Before I tell you, just answer me one question. That person you told me about, is he really mulling over the option of joining this match?”

BARROWS: “Yes he is. Now he hasn’t said yes, but he hasn’t said no either.”

WALLACE: “Y’know, it really gets me to thinking of all the potential of who could be in the ring with who.”

BARROWS: “Whom.”

Perry looks at Matthias with offense, and thrusts the clipboard back at him.

WALLACE: “Fine Matthias, the 4 Corners Frenzy match is on at Adrenaline Sixty-Nine on July twelfth. At stake…the right to challenge for the 4CW Championship at Bad Company in August.”

BARROWS: “No problem getting thirty now!”

WALLACE: “BUT! You have some people signed up for your match who could potentially BE 4CW Champion by the time that rolls around. So what would become of them.”

BARROWS: “Ante up is Bronx Valescence’s first defense, is it not?”

WALLACE: “It is.”

BARROWS: “So if a new champion were to be crowned, he wouldn’t get a rematch, right?”

WALLACE: “Right.”

BARROWS: “So if Bronx wanted a rematch at Bad Company, winning the 4 Corners Frenzy match would be the only way he gets one, right?”

WALLACE: “Right.”

BARROWS: “So if someone already becomes the new 4CW Champion by then, it would only make sense that they’d be out and Bronx would be in. Amazing how these things solve themselves.”

WALLACE: “Don’t you have a match tonight?”

BARROWS: “Yes I do, and thank you for refocusing me. I believe our business is complete, now watch me win an opportunity at my second championship in 4CW.”

Matthias leaves Perry’s office as the camera cuts back to ringside.

JOHNSON: “Well you heard it here first folks! It is ON! The 4 Corners Frenzy match is happening on July twelfth.”

VASSA: “I’ll admit it Steve, I had doubts about Matthias’ ability to get the job done, but he has produced.”

JOHNSON: “He got twenty signatures, and there’s still ten more spots to be released!”

VASSA: “Hold the phone on that. I just received word through my headset that more spots have just been released, and now that an opportunity to challenge for the 4CW Championship is on the line, I wouldn’t be surprised if they go quickly.”

We cut backstage, where we see Bryan Williams getting ready in his locker room. He’s dressed for his upcoming match tonight, but he seems to be tense. He paces around the locker room, doing his best to stretch out before the match.

Bryan sighs, unable to find his comfort zone.

There is a knock at his locker room door, which doesn’t seem to be a surprise to Bryan. He doesn’t even look at the door, as he addresses whoever is on the other side. Bryan already seems to have a clue, as he speaks up.

WILLIAMS: ”Yeah Hartman, I guess you can come on in…”

RYAN: ”If you’re expecting someone else, I can leave.”

The Distorted Angel doesn’t move immediately, leaning in the doorway with an amused expression and a raised eyebrow.

RYAN: ”I’d hate to interrupt something unimportant though.”

Amber looks around as though sarcastically expecting to see someone else poorly disguised from view. Bryan gave a chuckle, albeit almost a forced one. He shook his head, as he went back to trying to stretch.

WILLIAMS: ”Consider yourself to be lucky, then. Hartman is lurking around here somewhere, looking to get an interview with me I’d bet. There isn’t a show where he doesn’t. Thought you were him.”

Bryan once again goes back to fidgeting, pulling his hair up into a bun. He walks over to his locker, pulling a t-shirt out of the bag. Amber stands there in silence, watching as Bryan opts to switch from his leather jacket back to a shirt. Bryan sighs as he does.

WILLIAMS: ”Speaking of, surprised to see you here. There might have been a time where I’d be worried, considering our history and whatnot. Then again I think that whole thing has been put in the ground anyway. I’m sure you’re nervous about your upcoming match?”

Bryan was turned back towards Amber, as he leaned against his locker. With a small chuckle of her own, Amber shifts her stance slightly, but remains within the confines of the door frame.

RYAN: ”Oh yeah, I have a bucket of pigs blood right next to me… was gonna surprise you but you clearly caught me out.”

Sarcasm dripped off her words, some intentional and some simply automatic.

RYAN: ”Seriously though, luck of the devil. Haven’t figured if it’s a good thing or not- I suppose we’ll find out later. I try not to get nervous about things I have limited control over.”

WILLIAMS: ”You don’t find it weird?”

Bryan had walked away from his locker now, cutting the space between himself and Amber. She stood there, watching him, as he continued to try and loosen up. Bryan pulled his left arm over his head, stretching it with his other.

WILLIAMS: ”This whole thing, I mean. Here we are, now just finally getting along after so many months. That’s about to be in danger tonight, I’d say. Nobody will come out and say it, but I’d think you would have a better chance of beating Sativa than a lot others around here.”

Bryan sighs, as he stops stretching again. Whatever he’s trying to achieve there doesn’t seem to be working out.

WILLIAMS: ”Then again, fighting Sativa would be pretty strange too. The ghosts of Generation Now are starting to show their faces now.”

Amber takes a moment of pause.

RYAN: ”Not sure if you realize this- but we’re in the wrestling industry darl. Everything is weird. I find I don’t get surprised by much anymore.”

She clears her throat slightly, scratching idly at the door frame.

RYAN: ”We never rid ourselves of the ghosts either. You don’t think I cringe everything I find out that Danny hasn’t offed himself yet cause I haven’t name dropped him in awhile? We all got our ghosts Bryan, it’s kinda inevitable that they’re going to show whether you want them to or not.”

Bryan laughs, as the two cut the distance between each other again. Amber walks past Bryan, as he looks on. She casually picks up his leather jacket, inspecting it a bit as he begins to talk.

WILLIAMS: ”Well if we’re going to talk about ghosts in that context, I might have you beat. Seems like everyday I’m reminded about someone else, or something else I did in my past. Can’t really control it.”

Amber puts down his jacket, as Bryan walks up to take it from her hands.

WILLIAMS: ”I guess I just thought it was kinda funny, didn’t take long for us to be in this position once you joined. Somebody up there is rooting for us to fight, I think.”

RYAN: ”We’ve already fought before…”

Her voice drops to an almost mocking whisper.

RYAN: ”Remember how that turned out. I’d be careful what you wish for Bryan… I’d be wary about chasing storms.”

A mocking laugh from Bryan, as the two were standing next to each other now.

WILLIAMS: ”You know what I mean. Sure, we’ve fought before. That was a long time ago, though. I may not be a storm chaser, but I wouldn’t back down from a good chase. I’m just commenting about the timing of it all, that’s all. Should be interesting to watch tonight. I can’t outright say that I’d be rooting for you, that’s almost like hoping for my execution in a way.”

The two share a laugh, less mocking from both ends.

WILLIAMS: ”Either way though, I hope you do well.”

Amber edges closer, negating the height difference somewhat with her demeanor.

RYAN: ”Just not too well, right?”

A silence befalls the pair briefly, neither finding further reason to comment in the moment, neither prepared to be the one to move any further for fear of telegraphing their next move. The two stand there, feeling the tightness that’s filling the room. For a moment they both look like they aren’t sure what’s about to come, but a knock at the door breaks that silence.

Bryan sighs, looking towards the door.

WILLIAMS: ”Yeah, hold on!”

Turning back towards Amber, Bryan gives her a smirk.

WILLIAMS: ”I guess it’s time for me to get ready…”

He inches closer towards her, reaching out to grab the jacket from her hands. She releases her grip albeit reluctantly, backing away methodically without drawing her gaze away from Bryan.

RYAN: ”Like I said… Luck of the devil.”

Within a moment, she’s already disappeared out the door as though she was never there to begin with leaving Bryan with a familiar smirk on his face as he too prepares to exit.

UNDERCARD
DEANDRE JOHNSON JR. VS. SCOTT STEVENS

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

The majority of the fans turn their attention to the entrance once a generic elevator music is played on the sound system. The following question pops up on the big screen:

Are you fed up with the obscenity in 4CW?

The question fades as the TV-PG sign slowly expands until it reaches the edges of the screen. Suddenly, the elevator music is cut off, and “Pause 4 Porno” by Dr. Dre promptly begins to play.

“Y’all ready to get nasty?”

The TV-PG logo cracks in multiple pieces, revealing a Parental Advisory — EXPLICIT CONTENT sign. The loud moaning echoes throughout the arena as Taboo emerges from behind the curtains. He adjusts his balaclava mask and stands motionless at the center of the entrance stage. After that, he tilts his head down a bit while his black eyes focus on the ring.

POWERS: ”Standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds. He is the self-entitled ‘Exxxplicit’, proudly representing the three-two-three, Los Angeles, California… TTAABBOOOO!!!”

Without further ado, Taboo begins to make his way to the ring. Once he approaches the ringside, he quickly rolls into the ring and gets up to his feet. Next, the man slowly paces toward his corner just to lower his head and grab the top ropes, patiently waiting for the bell to ring.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring next!”

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.

JOHNSON: ”We have a nice one lined up next for you folks.”

VASSA: ”DeAndre Johnson Jr. has been on quite the tear since signing with 4CW not too long ago. He’s undefeated yo this day but tonight he will face his toughest challenge to date, Scott Stevens!”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about that. Just a few months back, Scott Stevens challenged for the 4CW Championship, barely coming up short against the former champion, Elijah Carlson.”

VASSA: ”Those two gave each other hell in that match and ever since, it seems as if Scott has been on a bit of a slump.”

JOHNSON: ”It happens to everyone, especially if you’ve been in the business as long as he has. A win here tonight to carry on from his win last week could easily get things headed back in the right direction for him.”

VASSA: ”It isn’t going to be easy. DeAndre has come to 4CW to make an impact and thus far he’s done just that. Don’t sleep on the rookie folks. This kid has potential.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Locking up in the center of the ring, Stevens quickly overpowers Johnson, driving him backwards across the ring and slamming him against the corner. Letting up, Stevens takes a step back, giving Johnson a moment to readjust himself and come out of the corner. Before you know it, Stevens then connects with a quick sucker punch to the mouth, knocking him back into the corner. Grabbing onto Johnson’s wrist, Stevens then pulls him into a knee to his gut, knocking the air from his lungs before pushing him back against the corner. Still holding onto his wrist, Stevens then leans back and pulls Johnson out of the corner before using all of his strength to whip him across the ring. Just before he lets up, Johnson reverses the throw and sends Stevens charging into the corner instead. Bouncing off the corner, Stevens stumbles forward into a flying headbutt from Johnson, knocking him backwards and crashing into the corner once more.

Back on his feet, Johnson throws his hand in the air, giving the Houston crowd the ‘west coast’ hand sign. He then runs forward and jumps up onto the middle rope, springboarding off and leaping to the side where he connects with a drop kick to Stevens face. Dropping down to a seated position with his back against the corner, Stevens arms drape over the middle ropes, leaving himself exposed as he catches his breath. Pushing himself to his feet, Johnson then grabs onto the top rope and uses it as leverage as he presses his foot against Stevens’ face. After a few seconds, Johnson eases up before pulling Stevens to his feet and away from the corner.

Hitting Stevens with a left, he then follows up with a right. Spinning in place, Johnson goes for a discuss clothesline but comes up short as Stevens ducks underneath the blow. As Johnson turns around to face him, Stevens quickly gives him a nasty eye rake, temporarily blinding him and out of the refs line of sight. Stepping in beside DeAndre, Stevens grabs onto him before slamming him face first to the mat with a forward Russian leg sweep. Rolling Johnson over to his back, Stevens then makes the cover as the official races over with the count.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: ”Only a two count!”

VASSA: ”Not even!”

JOHNSON: ”Johnson had things going in his favor until Scott was able to sneak in a nasty eye rake unnoticed by the official.”

VASSA: ”What eye rake? I didn’t see anything.”

JOHNSON: ”Mhmm…”

Pushing himself up, Stevens pulls Johnson up as well before wrapping him up with both arms and throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Johnson hits the mat and bounces up to his feet. Favoring his back, he slowly makes his turn to face Stevens only to walk into the big mans arms again. Lifting Johnson into the air, Stevens then slams him down onto his back with another belly to belly suplex, this time landing on top of him with all of his weight. Standing tall, Stevens kicks Johnson in the ribs a few times before turning to the ropes and taking off towards them. Bouncing off and coming back on the rebound, Stevens displays a few theatrics for the crowd before coming down with an elbow drop.

THUD!!!

Rolling out of the way, Johnson dodges the elbow drop attempt as Stevens crashes hard against the canvas with nothing to break his fall. Pulling his arm in close, Stevens cradles his elbow with his other arm as Johnson gets back to his feet. As Stevens leans up to an upright position, Johnson takes off to the ropes behind him and as he comes back on the return, he leaps forward, leading with his legs, and plants both feet into Stevens’ back with a running drop kick. A loud moan escapes from Stevens mouth as the pain shoots down his spine and to his legs. Back on his feet, DeAndre pulls Stevens up from the mat before hitting him with two overhead rights and then whipping him into the corner. Just as Stevens crashes against the corner, DeAndre is right there behind him, flying through the air and connecting with a body splash! Dropping back down to his feet, DeAndre takes a few steps back, allowing Stevens to slump down the corner and into a seated position with his back resting against the corner.

Slapping his hands together in excitement, DeAndre then jumps up and down, waving his arms and working the crowd into a road. He then turns away and races to the opposite side of the ring before leaping into the air and landing onto the middle ropes of the corner. Fist pumping his arms into the air, DeAndre roars at the Houston crowd before hopping back down from the corner. With the entire arena in a frenzy, DeAndre then turns back to face Stevens who is still sitting against the corner. Taking off into a sprint, Johnson rushes across the ring and once he’s three-fourths of the way there, he leaps forward, spreads his legs and goes for a bronco buster.

VASSA: ”It’s Tea-bagging Time!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s disgus–“

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The entire arena gasps as Stevens throws his foot into the air, planting it into DeAndre’s crotch as he closes in, blocking the bronco buster attempt.

VASSA: ”AAAHHHHHH MY BALLS!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s painful just watching. I can’t imagine how DeAndre is feeling right now.”

On his back, Johnson rolls back and forth on the mat, holding his crotch in tremendous pain. Pulling himself up from the corner, Stevens is then rushes by the official who gives him a warning for the low blow. Arguing his case, Stevens pleads that it was an act of self defense and after a few more moments of bickering back and forth, the official steps out of the way.

Pulling Johnson up from the mat, Stevens lifts him into the air into a fireman’s carry hold. Showing off his strength, Stevens then presses DeAndre high above his head before dropping him down across his knee with a gut buster. As if the pain in his stomach was bad enough from the kick to the crotch, Johnson looks to be in even more agony after that high impact move. Standing tall, Stevens circles Johnson momentarily before moving in with a mixture of kicks and stomps to the back.

He then lifts Johnson up to his feet before applying a wrist lock. Pulling Johnson in, Stevens hits him with a shoulder block, dropping him to one knee. With the wrist lock still applied, Stevens pulls him back to his feet and into another shoulder block, this time dropping him straight to his back. Turning to the nearby corner, Stevens climbs to the top. Looking over the entire ring, the big man then lines up his shot before leaping from the corner and flying down to Johnson with a diving headbutt.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!

VASSA: ”OOOHHHHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Stevens misses the headbutt attempt from the top rope.”

VASSA: ”I know he has a thick skull but even he’s going to be feeling that one in the morning.”

Both wrestlers slowly begin to climb to their feet, DeAndre standing first near the ropes. In a bit of a daze, he leans against them to regain his focus while Stevens climbs to his feet. Looking to DeAndre, Stevens then takes off and charges towards him. As he closes in, Johnson hears the footsteps getting closer and closer. Turning around in a flash, Johnson side steps Stevens and takes him down, throat first to the middle rope with a drop-toe hold. Stevens hangs over the top rope as Johnson pops back to his feet. Taking off across the ring, Johnson hits the ropes and comes back faster than ever. Leaping forward, Johnson lands on top of Stevens, hitting him with a leapfrog body guillotine before sliding through the ropes and landing feet to the floor. Stevens body instantly bounces off the ropes before he launches into the air and crashes flat on his back to the canvas.

VASSA: ”Oh man, that ain’t good!”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe not for Stevens, but it is for DeAndre! He just hit him with Yo Death!!!”

VASSA: ”Don’t ever say that again, please.”

Sliding back into the ring, DeAndre crawls over to Stevens before rolling across his body and hooking the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

“Pause 4 Porno” hits the speakers as DeAndre victoriously rises to his feet with confidence. Stepping in beside him, the official raises his hand into the air. Throwing up his other hand, DeAndre flashes the “west coast” hand signal once more as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DEANDRE JOHNSON JUNIOR… TTAABBOOOO!!!”

We cut backstage to see Sativa Nevaeh and her mother walking around. They stop to greet staff and crew whenever they come across them. Even catching a few fans that spotted Sativa. She signs a few autographs and poses for a few selfies before continuing on.

MRS. JANES: ”I knew you would have a good amount of fans. But I must admit, you have more than I figured.”

NEVAEH: ”Yeah. To be honest I’m surprised by it too. Who knew some hippie stoner chick would actually be popular.”

MRS. JANES: ”You should know better than anyone who much acceptance weed is starting to get. And it always seems like trends cycle back around. Bout time for the hippies to come back in style.”

NEVAEH: ”Yeah especially now.”

The pair continued on in silence for a moment. They came across lead 4CW interviewer Gabe Hartman. Sativa introduced him to her mother before Hartman hurried off, obviously he had business to attend to,

MRS. JANES: ”What a funny man.”

NEVAEH: ”Gotta love good ol’ Homeless Hartman.”

MRS. JANES: ”He isn’t really homeless is he?”

NEVAEH: ”Don’t think so. I mean he is always clean and ‘decently’ dressed whenever I see him. I think it’s more of a joke name that some of the roster gave. There are times you would swear he was homeless.”

Sativa’s mom looks down the hall that Hartman disappeared into.

MRS. JANES: ”Never met him before, but he reminds me of someone.”

NEVAEH: ”I think he is from Bat Country…”

The two women share a laugh as they continue their tour of the back.

MRS. JANES: ”You never really stop and think how big these arenas really are. I mean you see the floor where the events happen. But you don’t think about the areas you don’t see on TV that often.”

NEVAEH: ”Oh yeah. Lots of nooks and crannies to hide away in. Some friends of mine could come to a venue and within half an hour could find the darkest, loneliest spots in the entire building.”

Sativa’s mom stops and gives her a look of shock.

NEVAEH: ”Come on mom, you have met Ashe and his brother Eric. I know you can tell that they both have a pension for the dramatic.”

MRS. JANES: ”That they do sweetie. That they do.”

NEVAEH: ”Love giving you this tour mom, but it’s about time I got ready for my match later. Lets run by the merch section to get you some stuff and then some concessions before we get you to your seat.”

MRS. JANES: ”They better be good!”

Sativa rolls her eyes as her mom gives her a playful shove.

NEVAEH: ”Only the best for my mom. Front row. Get to see the action of close.”

Once again the pair head off down the hallway. They leave the camera frame as they round a corner headed for the merch table.

One man in his familiar white cloak appears at the top of the stage and makes his way to the ring without much fanfare.

JOHSON: “Hey, isn’t that the speaker dude who is always with…”

VASSA: “What does this guy want? Doesn’t he have a funeral to plan or something?”

The Speaker hits the middle of the ring and clears his throat to get the crowd’s attention.

SPEAKER: “Ladies and Gentleman, I am the Speaker. This is how you know me. You know me as the voice of Viduus. The mouthpiece for Morta.”

A smattering of boos reaches the Speaker’s ears. He puts his hand up to signal for them to stop and hear him out.

SPEAKER: “I am out here tonight not to waste your time. Not to tell you all of your wrong doings…but…I am out here tonight to…”

The Speaker lets his head hang down for a minute before taking a deep breath.

SPEAKER: “To apologize to Viduus. I decided to assist him last week and in doing so I cost him not only the match but the respect of his peers. Now as many of you have probably seen, Viduus exacted his punishment on me in an extremely controversial way but in a way that I would only expect someone such as Him to do. He is not kind. He is not merciful. He is not forgiving. He…”

The Speaker’s hand begins to tremble as he takes another deep breath. He grabs the mic with this other hand to try and steady it but it only shakes more. He looks up to the crowd and faces the camera.

SPEAKER: ”He…HE IS A SON OF A BITCH! And I will EXPOSE him for who he truly is. VIDUUS IS NO GOD. HE IS NO PROPHET. HE IS A MADE MAN. HE IS..”

Suddenly, a hole from the center of the ring appears and Viduus’s head pokes out and drags the Speaker underneath the ring with him and just like that they are gone.

JOHSON: “What the…?”

VASSA: “Umm…this shit is creepy and that dude…might be dead?”

JOHSON: “Well, that definitely can’t be good for him.”

The scene cuts backstage where we see Gabriel Hartman, once again, approaching DeAndre Johnson and his entourage. The men don’t even notice the camera and the staff member standing nearby – they are crouched, gathered at the corner of what appears to be the 4CW talent area.

JOHNSON JR: “Yo I got fifty bucks this round. I’ma win this shit now, I swear. Who wanna bet? Let’s gooooo!”

The camera man adjusts his position in order to focus what DJ and his buddies are doing. DeAndre holds two dices in his left hand, on the floor we see a small stack of Dollar bills. Johnson kisses the dices, then shakes his hand right before shooting the objects against the wall, dropping them on top of the money stack – in other words, they are shooting dices.

STEELE: “Daaaaaamn you losing ya cash, fam!”

The men push DeAndre around in a playful manner, and that’s when they finally notice Gabriel with his microphone in hands. The cheerful feeling dies quickly. Three men get up to his feet and mean mug the clueless staff member, Johnson; however, remains crouched while looking up.

JOHNSON JR: “Motherfucker, you need to quit following me around. Deadass, that’s some creepy shit.”

HARTMAN: “Sorry, DJ, but I believe we started off on the wrong foot two weeks ago. I am aware that you’ve already wrestled tonight, so I figured you’d have some spare time to answer a couple of questions… Please?”

Jamal, Cameron and Ryan – aka DeAndre’s entourage – just stare at Hartman as Johnson calmly collects the Dollar bills on the floor.

JOHNSON JR: “Well… You done killed the fuckin’ mood already, so why not? I lost this one anyway.”

Once he said that, the camera focused the dices and he rolled twelve – therefore, a ‘crap’.

JOHNSON JR: “I’ma answer to your questions, homie… Go on.”

Hartman speaks as Johnson gets up and gathers himself. Neither of the men have their ski masks on.

HARTMAN: “You must have felt great when the referee was raising your arm as the winner. Stevens is a veteran, and you defeated him. What are your thoughts on the match? Were you actually confident about your abilities?”

Johnson looks at his friends, whom shake their heads between disrespectful laughs. Then, he basically pulls Hartman to stand by his side. At that moment, we can notice how tall DJ is compared to Hartman – as well as one of DJ’s friends, Cameron, who appears to stand about seven feet tall. The staff member looks awkward while DJ has his right arm wrapped around his neck, but there is not much he can do to free himself.

JOHNSON JR: “Good match. Yes.”

Hartman looks up in silence, expecting Johnson to keep talking – but he never does.

HARTMAN: “Ok, but how did you feel when-?”

JOHNSON JR: “Man, hold up… It doesn’t matter how the fuck I felt. What matters is, I stepped in that ring and did exactly what I said I was gonna do. Now, are you gonna ask me these cliché ass questions, or do you have some interesting shit to ask? Come on, I’m sure these people ain’t know anything about my family. Ask me about my family, bruh.”

Hartman speaks right away, which looked rather amusing.

HARTMAN: “I was told your parents were watching your debut in Oakland. Apparently, it was an emotional moment especially to your mother. How important is it for you to see your parents supporting your career, Johnson?”

Johnson finally lets Hartman go, and rubs his chin. He nods as looking up, then turn his attention to the camera.

JOHNSON JR: “Mom ain’t raised no loser. They watchin’ me at home at the moment. Matter fact, all my ni… N word are-.”

HARTMAN: “Excuse me? What do you mean?”

JOHNSON JR: “Oh, hell no… Tell me this fool ain’t just interrupted me. What you say, CJ?”

The big man mean mugs the staff member once again, intimidating him mainly because of his size.

JOHNSON: “He done fucked up, cuz’.”

STEELE: “He done fucked up.”

They look at each other.

HARTMAN: “Apologies, DJ. It won’t happen again. Let’s move on, shall we? You’ve been on a roll since you signed with 4CW. Despite having little to no experience, you’re proving that you can hang.”

JOHNSON JR: “I don’t have to prove anything, though.”

HARTMAN: “Correct, but-.”

JOHNSON JR: “Fuck you mean ‘correct’, man? You wanna throw hands or something?”

They surround Hartman and begin to yell words at him, such that cannot be comprehended due to the fact that they’re all speaking at the same time. Next, Johnson grabs Hartman by the legs and executes a take down. The camera shakes while the men appear to be stomping the hell out of Hartman. However, once we take a good look, we can notice that the kicks aren’t even connecting – still, Hartman finds himself lying on the floor in the fetus position.

JOHNSON JR: “Look at the homie almost pissin’ himself!”

The men laughed. Then, Johnson extended his arm to help Hartman up. It is now obvious that they were just playing.

JOHNSON JR: “Damn, Hartman… You know we playin’ with ya, man. You know that, right?”

Hartman looks around, a bit confused, with that good ol’ shit-eating grin on his face.

JOHNSON JR: “Bullying at work is bad. I don’t like that… We don’t like that. Ain’t that right, boys?”

Johnson glances at them, and it’s like they can communicate by simply looking at each other.

HARTMAN: “Very well! So, tell me, Johnson, with Ante Up coming up, do you feel like you deserve a shot for a Championship?”

JOHNSON JR: “Yo, why do you care so much about my feelings?”

HARTMAN: “I…”

JOHNSON JR: “Don’t stutter!”

HARTMAN: “Mister Johnson, please, could you be more professional and answer my questions? I just want to get this done.”

Silence.

JOHNSON JR: “Yeah, this nigga done. Let’s roll, boys.”

As soon as he said that, Cameron picked Hartman up with ease and carried him toward an oversized trash can. In the back, we see a few staff members shaking their heads and trying to aid their co-worker, all in vain. Cameron, then, turns Hartman upside down and plants him in the trash can. The guys laugh and bump their fists.

STEELE: “Yo, DJ… Didn’t you get fined two weeks ago? You gon’ get fined again.”

JOHNSON JR: “Like I give a fuck. As of today, Jett owes me ten thousand Dollars. So I’m good. Plus, I had words with Dave… Nobody cares about Hartman.”

The men laugh as they walk away. Hartman is seen shaking his legs desperately – finally, three staff members come up to help, and that’s when the scene fades.

UNDERCARD
LUKE JONES & THE BEARHUGGERS
VS.
LAURYN WOLFE, BRYAN WILLIAMS & BRONX VALESCENCE

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen! The following six person inter-species tag-team match is scheduled for one fall!”

“Break You” by Lamb of God begins playing throughout the arena as the crowd instantly begins booing at the sight of Luke Jones walking out from the back. Ignoring the crowd, Luke stares straight ahead at the ring, never once taking his eyes off of it as he proceeds down the ramp.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first from Lexington, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall! He is ‘The Annihilator’… LUKE JJOONNEESS!!!”

Sliding into the ring, Luke pops back up to his feet before turning to the corner and ascending to the top. Looking out over the crowd with a new look of intensity in his eyes, Luke breathes slowly before hopping back down to the canvas. Walking to his corner, he pulls on the top rope a few times to stretch before turning his attention to the entrance as his music slowly fades out.

“Livin’ After Midnight” by Judas Priest begins to play over the PA. As the tempo picks up, Mya Denton-King comes from the stage curtain, picnic basket in hand. She turns back towards the entrance and holds the picnic basket high in the air. At that Salsa and Nirvana come from behind the curtain. The fans erupt at the sight of the strangest tag team in the history of wrestling.

POWERS: ”And his partners, coming to the ring next accompanied by Mya Denton-King! The duo of ‘Grizzled Cheese’ Salsa Bear-De and ‘The Midnight King’ Nirvana… THE BBEEAARRHHUUGGGGEERRSS!!!”

The three make their way down the ramp, stopping every so often to chat with the fans. When they finally make their way to the ring Mya takes her spot ringside, standing with Salsa outside of their corner as Nirvana enters the ring alone.

POWERS: ”And the opponents!”

With the opening instruments of the French Montana and Kodak Black song “Lockjaw” blaring out through the arena, the lights go off and there is a momentary darkness that fills the place. As the hard hip-hop beats come in with full force and the hook plays, a lone light shines down on the center of the stage. It won’t be soon before Lauryn Wolfe emerges and stands in the light, having most of her face covered up with a handkerchief. Bouncing lightly in place, only her eyes are seen and the camera zooms in on them, capturing the hardened look of her brown eyes as she looks on.

POWERS: ”From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at a hundred and twenty-seven pounds, she is ‘The Reckless One’, LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!!”

With the announcement of her name, Lauryn breaks out of her intense gaze and gets hyped up, slamming the palms of her hands down to the ground and jumps as all of the lights now come back on, flashing accordingly to the beat of the song.

“It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’

It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin'”

The brazen brawler has her arms outstretched and she shouts as she walks briskly down the ramp, coming close to the ring. As she draws near, Lauryn’s pace then switches as she runs and leaps, sliding underneath the bottom rope before she gets to one knee. She takes the time to look at the entire arena from that position before she gets up, scales the closest turnbuckle near her, and rips the handkerchief off of her face. A sly grin is seen on her face before she throws her head back and lets out her signature howl; with the crowd proceeding to do so as well.

“Bite down, bite down

It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin'”

Lauryn hops down and crouches down in her corner and smirks, looking like a predator ready to hunt for some prey as she waits for the match to get underway.

The strong backing sound of the drums fills the arena, as “Lions Below” begins to play. With the song beginning it’s melodic tune, the crowd cheers for the arrival of Bryan Williams. The song quickly kicks in, the backing sample playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song, the crowd quickly gets into the song as they wait for Bryan’s arrival. The song continues to play for a few more moments, the beat settling out into a flat section.

“Glad you’re gone

You’ll never hear me say

That I’ll need you here to watch me

Watch me walk away…”

The song quickly picks up again, as Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low and the 4CW Pride Championship slung over his shoulder. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his title for all to see. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is the current and two-time 4CW Pride Champion, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. Bryan turns to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up onto the middle rope and once again holding his title for all to see.

The “Stranger Things” intro starts to kick over the house speakers as the fans give their initial pop when smoke begins to fill the stage. 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 pulls his ring jacket back to reveal the 4CW Championship around his waist, he continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp, occasionally pointing at the belt and talking trash.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is the 4CW Champion… 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. Pulling his championship off with one hand, he opens 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.

Williams and Lauryn both huddle up in front of Bronx as the three discuss a strategy for the upcoming match. Across the ring, Nirvana leans over the top rope, talking with Salsa and Mya as Luke stands off to the side, showing no interest whatsoever in what they are discussing.

JOHNSON: ”Well folks, we have a rather odd one for you up next. As you all can see, we have Luke Jones and The Bearhuggers, a team consisting of Nirvana and an actual bear.”

VASSA: ”Don’t look so surprised, Steve. This isn’t the first time that Salsa Bear-De has competed in 4CW. I know you might be old as dirt but your memory can’t be that bad! Salsa and Nirvana already have one win under their belts in 4CW just two shows back, right after South Beach Brawl!”

JOHNSON: ”I remember the match very clearly. That still doesn’t change the fact that this is an odd pairing as a team in the wrestling business. Nonetheless, The Bearhuggers have proven to be successful.”

VASSA: ”I don’t see how this is even fair if I’m being honest. It’s a goddamn bear – A BEAST! A wild animal trading blows with a human. How is this fair?”

JOHNSON: ”It’s not as bad as you may thing. Salsa is a domesticated animal. It isn’t like Nirvana just caught a bear in the wild hours before Adrenaline and brought it here tonight to maul anything that stands in their way.”

VASSA: ”I meant for the bear! She’s forced to wear a muzzle! I even heard that they filed her claws down before the match. They’re taking away every bit of defense that animal has. This ain’t right!”

JOHNSON: ”You do realize that bear is like bigger than Bronx, Bryan, and Lauryn combined, right?”

VASSA: ”I don’t see them wearing any muzzles! If anyone should be forced to it’s Lauryn because god damn son she has a fucking potty mouth on her!”

JOHNSON: ”You’re one to speak!”

Dropping down from the corner, Bronx stands in between both Bryan and Lauryn, holding out both of his hands as they give him “fives” in return.

VASSA: ”Generation Now is back folks! Let’s get this reunion party kicked off!”

JOHNSON: ”This isn’t a reunion by any means. They’ve made that clear. This is a team of three friends and that’s it.”

VASSA: ”Three friends? Were you not paying attention two weeks ago and the time leading up to Adrenaline Sixty-Six? Bryan and Bronx were at each others throats. They might have had a brief moment of bromance after the match but I wouldn’t call them friends.”

JOHNSON: ”Call it what you want! I’m looking at three people standing side by side in their corner – UNITED!”

VASSA: ”I hear that staring a bear in the eyes will do that to you! These three are literally flirting with death here tonight by agreeing to this match. Bryan and Bronx both have title defenses at Ante Up. What are they thinking?!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think they had much choice. The match was booked and they’re here to do their job. Plain and simple.”

VASSA: ”I’d call in sick with a case of the booty drips if my name was across from a goddamn bears!”

Stepping forward, Bronx appears to be the starting man for their team as both Bryan and Lauryn exit onto the apron. Pushing himself away from the ropes, Nirvana goes to step forward but before he can, Luke rushes in beside him and pushes him to the side. Looking at Luke in confusion, Nirvana begins to question his partner for the evening. The two argue back and forth for a short moment before Nirvana waves him off and dips through the ropes, stepping out onto the apron. Now in the ring all by himself and no other teammates, Luke cuts his attention to Bronx who looks on with a smirk on his face.

Standing in the center of the ring, the official calls for both men’s attention. Looking to Luke first, without any delay at all, Luke quickly gives the official the nod before pulling on the ropes one last time to stretch. The official then looks to Bronx who stands tall in his corner. Cocking his head to the side, Bronx closes one eye as he slowly raises the hand gun and aims it directly at Luke. In the blink of an eye, Bronx then fires off a shot in which the official accepts as his signal to being ready. With both men ready to get things underway, the official then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”With that, this match is underway!”

VASSA: ”Here we go!”

Full of energy and excitement, Luke turns to the side and slams both fists down onto the top of the turnbuckle before turning back to Bronx and heading straight for him. Liking what he’s seeing from Luke, Bronx follows suit and exits his corner until standing just a few feet across from Luke. The two begin to circle the center of the ring, exchanging a few words amongst each other as the crowd rises to their feet in anticipation. Waving his hands, Luke signals for Bronx to “bring it on”. With a slight shrug of the shoulders, Bronx then lunges forward towards Luke and the two lock up in the center of the ring.

Using the slight size difference to his advantage, Luke quickly begins backing Bronx up across the ring until their movement comes to a stop with Bronx’s back pressed against the ropes. Releasing his hold, Bronx raises both hands upward as Luke releases his as well. Taking a step back, Luke creates some distance between he and Bronx, giving the 4CW Champion a chance to move away from the ropes before continuing. Or so Bronx thought! Catching the champ off guard, Luke throws a right forearm and smashes it into Bronx’s face. He then grabs ahold of Bronx and pulls him away from the ropes and his head down to his side, applying a side headlock.

Planting his hand onto Luke’s lower back, Bronx drives his feet forward before pushing Luke off and away, and sending him running to the ropes ahead. Hitting the ropes and coming back on the rebound, Luke charges towards Bronx who holds his position with his feet planted to the mat and bracing himself. Leading with his shoulder, Luke crashes into Bronx holding his position, knocking him backwards and flat on his back with a shoulder block. Bronx instantly rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up. Turning to Luke, he lunges forward with both hands, slapping Luke across the chest with them. Angry, Luke fires back and slaps both of his hands across Bronx’s chest, pushing him back a couple of steps.

The two then lunge toward one another and lock up for a second time. After a short struggle between the two, Bronx pulls Luke’s head down for a side headlock but before he can get it locked in, Luke lifts Bronx into the air and drops him to the canvas with a belly to back suplex. Hitting the mat and rolling over backwards, Bronx pushes himself up to a handstand before coming back down to his feet. Just as he looks up, Luke is back up and charging straight at him. Closing in, Luke levels Bronx with a running clothesline that puts the champ back down to the mat.

VASSA: ”We’re seeing a completely different side of Luke Jones tonight and I’m happy to say the least.”

JOHNSON: ”Bronx has claimed to bring the best out of his opponents and from the looks of this so far, he may just in fact be correct with that statement.”

Pulling Bronx back to his feet, Luke hits Bronx in the face with another forearm before wrapping his upper body and arms up to deliver a nasty headbutt right between the eyes. Locking onto Bronx’s wrist, Luke then whips him to the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, Luke lifts him off his feet and into a fireman’s carry. Turning a complete one-eighty in place, Luke then pulls Bronx down from his shoulders and drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker! Rolling over to his stomach, Luke then crawls over Bronx and hooks the leg as the official slides in beside them with the count.

ONE

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.

TW–

Running in from across the ring, Bryan kicks Luke in the back of the head, breaking up the pin attempt before the officials hand slaps the mat a second time. With his attention focused on Luke at his feet, Bryan is then caught off guard as Nirvana races in beside him, at least as fast as the old man can, and slaps him across the ears with both hands. Grabbing onto Bryan, Nirvana lifts him up into the air before running towards the corner and launching him forward. Crashing against the corner, Bryan braces himself as Nirvana rushes in for a clothesline but as he closes in, Bryan kicks his foot up, planting it into Nirvana’s face. Quickly, the official rushes over to the two and forces himself in between them before beginning his five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Both Bryan and Nirvana exit the ring on opposite sides of the ring post and onto the apron. Looking towards one another, the two mouth off a bit before turning around and heading to the respective corners. Back on his feet, Luke rolls Bronx over to his stomach before standing over him with a foot planted on each side to the mat. Reaching down and underneath Bronx, Luke wraps the champ up around the waist before deadlifting him off the mat and into the air. Falling backwards, Luke goes for a German suplex but as Bronx reaches his highest point, he slips out of Luke’s hold and rolls backwards, landing down to the mat on his feet as Luke crashes empty handed. Luke quickly rolls over and pushes himself up to all fours. As he does, Bronx takes a few steps back before coming up and hitting Luke underneath the chin with a superkick, standing Luke straight up but still on both of his knees. Turning to the ropes behind him, Bronx takes off and as he comes back on the rebound with even more speed, he levels Luke with an enzuigiri to the face.

JOHNSON: ”Oh man, Luke is going to be seeing stars after that!”

VASSA: ”These two are really going at it but Bronx has finally gained some ground on the old ‘fuckboy’ and has him down right where he needs him.”

JOHNSON: ”What exactly is a, what you say, a ‘fuckboy’?”

VASSA: ”Steve! You should really watch your language!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m just repeating what you said!”

VASSA: ”And you thought that was a good idea why?”

On his feet, Bronx circles Luke for a moment, yelling down to him, surprisingly with words of encouragement. He then grows tired of waiting for Luke and grabs ahold of him, rolling him over to his stomach and then pulling him up to his feet. Looking to his corner, Bronx pulls one hand away from Luke and aims his hand cannon towards Lauryn. He then walks Luke towards their corner but before they can get close, Luke finds a burst of energy and pulls himself away from Bronx. Pushing Bronx towards his corner, Luke also pushes himself away before stumbling backwards and crashing to the mat. Bronx’s eyes light up as he cuts his attention down to Luke and begins charging towards him. Crab walking backwards, Luke makes it to his corner where Nirvana reaches over the top rope as far as he can. Reaching backwards, Luke makes the tag with Nirvana just as Bronx closes the gap between the two. Using himself as a roadblock, Luke remains in Bronx’s way, giving Nirvana a clean shot at entering the ring without any interference.

VASSA: ”The big man has entered the ring! It’s the Midnight King!”

JOHNSON: ”Although Nirvana has quite a few years, or even decades on these other, he’s still the freshest body in the ring right now.”

Scooting out of the way, Luke opens a path for Nirvana to take as the big man strikes first, hitting Bronx against the side of the head with a right club. Nirvana then hits him with a left, and then another right, backing Bronx up across the ring. Right, left, right, left, Nirvana displays his boxing skills, ratting Bronx’s brain with each landing strike. With Bronx barely able to stay on his feet, Nirvana then lifts his massive leg up and kicks for Bronx’s head with a big boot. Ducking underneath Nirvana’s large foot, Bronx rolls to the canvas and behind Nirvana. Popping back up to his feet, Bronx holds his position as the behemoth slowly turns to face him. Jumping into the air, Bronx wraps his arm around Nirvana’s head for a jumping DDT but the big man quickly wraps both arms around Bronx’s body, trapping him in a bearhug. Violently, Nirvana jerks Bronx back and forth before spinning around and launching him into his own corner. As Bronx crashes against the corner, his arm goes over the top rope, coming in contact with Bryan and instantly the official recognizes it as a tag.

JOHNSON: ”There’s the tag! It wasn’t intentional but Bryan Williams is now the legal man and we have a fresh body for Nirvana to tango with.”

VASSA: ”Tango? These two aren’t dancing! This is a goddamned wrestling match!”

Without a second delay, Bryan quickly climbs the outside of the corner and makes his way up to the top. With Bronx between he and Nirvana, he has enough time to ascend above the entire ring. Rushing in, Nirvana goes to grab Bryan over Bronx but stopping him in his tracks, Bronx kicks his foot up, driving it into Nirvana’s face as he closes in. Instantly, Nirvana’s head whips to the side, shortly followed by his body as he takes a few steps away from the corner. As Nirvana slowly turns back to face the corner, Bryan then leaps away from the corner and over Bronx’s head, flying at Nirvana with a crossbody. Catching Bryan in mid-air, Nirvana spins around in place before planting Bryan into the canvas with a powerslam! Pushing himself up, Nirvana begins stomping down onto Bryan until he abruptly comes to a stop when Bronx leaps onto his back and wraps his arm over the big mans throat. Walking backwards and gaining speed with each step, Nirvana then sandwiches Bronx against the corner, forcing the champ to release his hold. As Nirvana steps away, Bronx slides down the corner until coming to a seated position. He then rolls underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron just before the official begins the five count.

Pulling Bryan up from the mat, Nirvana holds him in place with one arm before drawing back with his other and slapping him across the chest with back to back knife edge chops. Bryan falls back and hits the ropes before coming back and falling into Nirvana’s arms. Lifting Bryan up into the arm, Nirvana drops him with an inverted atomic drop, standing him straight up as he takes a few steps backwards. With his back to the ropes, Bryan comes to a stop before brushing the hair from his face and charging towards Nirvana again before he can push himself up from one knee. Wrapping Bryan up around his thighs, Nirvana bursts up to his feet before dropping back to one knee again and hitting Bryan with a second inverted atomic drop. Standing up, Nirvana kicks Bryan in the stomach, forcing him to buckle over from the impact of his foot crashing against his gut. Nirvana then pulls Bryan’s head between his legs before wrapping both arms around his torso. Lifting Bryan off his feet, Nirvana holds him up high in the air before turning to the nearby corner and taking a step towards it before launching Bryan forward with a powerbomb into the corner!

Hitting his back against the corner, Bryan barely keeps himself up as he extends both arms to his sides and wraps them around the top ropes. Nirvana then rushes in and goes for a clothesline, attempting to decapitate Bryan but he comes up empty handed, crashing into the corner just as Bryan rolls out of the way. Bouncing off the corner and slowly turning around, Nirvana gets taken down to one knee as Bryan kicks his knee from the side, forcing it to fall underneath the big mans weight. Taking a couple of steps back, Bryan then steps forward and hits Nirvana with a superkick underneath the jaw, standing the old man back up. Going berserk, Nirvana charges Bryan, with a slight limp, and goes for another clothesline. Ducking out of the way and stepping behind Nirvana, Bryan hops up onto the middle ropes and springboards off. Spinning in mid-air, Bryan flies towards Nirvana as he slowly turns back around and once the two face each other, Bryan connects with a flying roaring elbow that sends the big man falling to the mat.

VASSA: ”Bryan using his quickness to outhustle Nirvana!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s a major disadvantage for Nirvana when competing against a lot of these younger wrestlers. The man has more strength than anyone else I know but his lack of speed typically leaves openings for his opponents to exploit.”

VASSA: ”He just fell and hit the mat just as I would imagine a redwood falling in a forest.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s six feet, nine inches tall. Any fall he takes is going to be a big one.”

VASSA: ”Let’s just hope that he didn’t break a hip and if he did, I hope he has Life Alert!”

Standing tall, Bryan circles the fallen Nirvana for a moment before turning to the nearest corner. Climbing up to the top, he looks over the crowd for a moment before positioning himself for his next move. Wasting time, Bryan is in no particular hurry as he cautiously stands on the top rope overlooking the crowd. The fans then begin to stir and as Bryan looks over his shoulder, Look is right there underneath him, leaping forward and slamming both arms down onto the top rope. Bryan loses his balance and drops straight down to the top turnbuckle crotch first with both legs on each side of it. Dipping through the ropes, Bronx races across the ring and tackles Luke, taking him through the ropes as the two then crash down to the floor below on the outside.

Slowly climbing to his feet, Nirvana stands in the ring alone before locking his sights on Bryan in pain on top of the corner. He then walks over to Bryan and wraps both arms around his waist as he sits on top. Before Nirvana is able to lift Bryan up from the corner with a massive German suplex, Lauryn rushes in from the side and hits him with a spinning elbow to the temple. Nirvana quickly releases Bryan and falls against the ropes beside him before bouncing off and hitting Lauryn with an elbow of his own square in the mouth. He then grabs Lauryn by the head with one hand and throws her into the ropes, forcing her to flip up and over them before falling to the outside on top of Luke and Bronx.

Nirvana then turns his attention back to Bryan as he’s hunched over, still sitting on top of the corner. Lifting Bryan off the corner and onto his shoulder, Nirvana then turns around and begins running towards his corner while pointing to Salsa on the outside and yelling for her. Throwing Bryan forward, Nirvana launches him like a lawn dart, head first into the middle turnbuckle!

JOHNSON: ”The Lawn Dart!”

VASSA: ”Things aren’t looking too good for Bryan right now! Nirvana just laid him out with that move and both Lauryn and Bronx are on the outside with ‘Fuckboy’ Luke Jones.”

JOHNSON: ”If that wasn’t bad enough, Nirvana’s calling for Salsa to get into the ring.”

VASSA: ”Jesus Christ that bear’s going to fuck him harder than Tate did in their divorce!”

Climbing the ringside steps, Salsa slowly makes her way up to the top with some assistance from Mya below standing on the floor. At the top of the steps, Salsa stands tall on her hind legs, just inches shorter than the massive Nirvana. Holding onto Salsa from inside of the ring, Nirvana assists her as she side-steps towards the center of the apron. Leaning Salsa against the ropes, Nirvana then holds his hand up as Salsa gives him a high five, initiating a tag. He then steps onto the apron and steps up onto the middle rope, using all of his weight to push it down towards the canvas while pulling up on the top rope. Mya then comes over and assists Salsa until finally, Salsa Bear-De has entered the ring and is the legal person-or species.

VASSA: ”Well holy-fucking-shit, we have a goddamn bear in the ring folks!”

JOHNSON: ”Although she has a muzzle on and her claws have been made baby-proof, Salsa is still a gigantic beast of an animal that is going to be a challenge for anyone to handle inside of the ring.”

VASSA: ”You say that, but I could see Dakota or even Cashe going one on one with the bear, without the muzzle!”

JOHNSON: ”Looking at those two you just mentioned, that isn’t a surprise one bit.”

On the outside of the ring, crew members have separated Luke from Lauryn and Bronx, forcing them to go back to their corners. Back inside, Salsa slowly walks around the ring, getting herself acquainted with the scent. Meanwhile, Bryan slowly begins to pull himself up with the ropes. Groggy from the head on collision, he scans the ring before placing his eyes on Salsa, and at that point, his jaw drops to the floor. Staring back at him, Salsa stands on all fours, broad shouldered with a look in her eye that paints Bryan as a meal. Luckily for him, Salsa is wearing a muzzle!

Hesitating, Bryan is unsure of what to do and before he knows it, Salsa quickly rushes in and corners him. Standing back on her hind legs, Salsa takes a swing and connects with an overpaw strike to Bryan’s head, stunning him in the corner. She then takes a few steps back before dropping back to all fours and rushing forward, driving her head directly into Bryan’s mid-section. Standing tall once again, Salsa then grabs ahold of Bryan and rips him away from the corner before turning her body and throwing him through the air, crashing hard in the center of the ring. Bryan hits the mat and rolls a few times before coming to a stop, luckily just a few feet from his corner. Swinging her feet back and forth across the canvas like a bull ready to charge, Salsa then takes off and runs straight for Bryan.

Dragging himself backwards across the mat, Bryan reaches his corner where Lauryn reaches over the top rope and slaps him across the back for the tag. Hopping up to the top rope as Bryan rolls underneath the bottom, Lauryn leaps into the air and as Salsa gets within range, Lauryn plants both feet into her face with a missile drop kick! The bear is stunned briefly but still on all fours, giving Lauryn enough time to quickly climbs back to her feet. Turning to the ropes, Lauryn takes off towards them and as she comes back off the rebound, she hits Salsa with a running forearm smash to the nose! Salsa moans from the stinging blow but remains on her feet. On the apron, Nirvana yells words of encouragement to Nirvana to Salsa.

VASSA: ”Just look at the size difference between Lauryn and Salsa.”

JOHNSON: ”Salsa would devour Lauryn if the two ran into each other in the wild. Although she’s somewhat contained here tonight, this isn’t a good match up for Lauryn.”

VASSA: ”You can say that again!”

With the bear stunned, Lauryn uses her speed once again as she turns to the ropes a second time. As she comes back and closes in, Salsa rises up to her hind legs, bringing Lauryn’s rush to a stop as she drops down to one knee and slides just a few feet in front of Salsa. Swinging from the side and rotating her body, Salsa swipes for Lauryn’s head and connects with a paw to the face, knocking Lauryn onto her side against the canvas. Turning away from Lauryn, Salsa then begins to run around the ring, along with the ropes. As she makes a full circle, she runs towards Lauryn and leaps forward, flipping through the air and landing across Lauryn with a senton splash!

VASSA: ”GODDAMN SALSA IS GOING TO CRUSH LAURYN!!!”

As Salsa rolls off of Lauryn, she slowly pushes herself back to all fours. On the mat, Lauryn rolls towards the center of the ring, surprisingly she isn’t flatted as one would think watching cartoons. Coming to a stop on her back, Lauryn looks up at the lights in a daze. Salsa then backs up against the ropes before taking off and running around the ring, edging the ropes a second time. Taking her last turn and headed straight for Lauryn, Salsa rolls forward and then as she gets back to her hind legs, she launches herself into the air and flips forward.

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: ”NO FUCKING WAY!!!”

As gravity begins to pull the bear down, Salsa comes down on Lauryn with a rolling thunder.

JOHNSON: ”LAUR–“

VASSA: ”NNNOOOOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Lauryn got the hell out of dodge and avoided that rolling thunder at the last second!”

Salsa moans, although muffled by the muzzle, are quite loud as the rip through the noise level of the surrounding crowd. On the apron, Nirvana looks on with a heavy heart, as does Mya on the floor below him. Lying on her side, Salsa appears to be hurt from the hard fall against the canvas, giving Lauryn enough time to get back to her feet. Lauryn then takes off for the ropes and as she comes back, she slides feet first towards Salsa, driving both feet into the bears head with a baseball slide. The bear quickly shakes off the blow to the head but is still slow to get back to her feet. Up in an instant, Lauryn finds a new fresh breath of air as she becomes electric in the ring. Playing to the crowd, she brings those not already standing to their feet. The Toyota Center grows louder and louder until Luke slides into the ring with a chair in hand.

JOHNSON: ”Luke has a chair! Look out Lauryn!”

VASSA: ”What are you doing Lu–“

With her back turned to Luke, Lauryn has no clue what’s about to happen. On the outside, Bryan and Bronx yell to her, trying to get her attention before it’s too late. Drawing the chair up over his head, Luke then begins to swing forward as if in slow motion as everything slows down and the suspense rises. Popping up from the mat, Salsa then rises to her hind legs, catching Lauryn by surprise. Salsa then waves her arm to the side, brushing Lauryn out of the way as Luke closes it, swinging the chair down and cracking it over Salsa’s head.

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

VASSA: ”WOAH!!! HA!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh no! Oh my, Luke just hit Salsa with a chair shot to the head.”

VASSA: ”PETA’s going to love this!”

Salsa wobbles back and forth for a few short moments before tipping over and crashing lifeless against the canvas. With Salsa being Luke’s partner, the official doesn’t call for the bell. Luke then turns to Lauryn with the chair gripped tightly in his hands. Bryan and Bronx quickly dip through the ropes to come to her aid but before Luke can even do anything, Nirvana grabs Luke by the shoulder and spins him around. Taking a swing, Luke hits Nirvana in the side of the head with the chair, knocking The Midnight King backwards and stumbling to the ropes. From behind, Bronx rips the chair out of Luke’s hands and tosses it over Luke’s head. Bouncing off the ropes, Nirvana charges back towards Luke and catches the chair in mid-air. Nirvana then pulls the chair up to take a swing but quick on his feet, Luke runs at him and leaps into the air, hitting the chair with a Yakuza kick and knocking it back into Nirvana’s face.

JOHNSON: ”Follow Back!”

VASSA: ”Where are we going? I’m not missing this action!”

Nirvana then topples to the mat and left in the ring all by himself with not a single partner to his aid stands Luke, surrounded by Lauryn, Bronx, and Williams. Looking down at Nirvana and Salsa, Luke waves them off before pushing Williams aside and making his way towards the ropes. Just before Luke dips through the ropes, Bryan goes after him but reaching forward and grabbing his arm, Bronx stops him in his tracks and holds him back. “Let him go” Bronx says to Bryan and Lauryn. Unsure of what exactly to do, the official steps in between the three and points to his wrist as if a watch her on it. Nodding at the official, Bronx then pats him on the shoulder before he points to Salsa. Bronx and Bryan then drag the bear away from the ropes and lay her on her back in front of the nearby corner. The two then climb to the apron and point to Lauryn as the noise level within the Toyota Center beings to rise once more.

VASSA: ”Jesus Christ! This match should be over with! Why isn’t the official signaling for the bell and ruling this a disqualification?”

JOHNSON: ”Luke took out his own team. What’s the official going to do? Disqualify the team attacked by their own team member?”

VASSA: ”Luke’s heading up the ramp in a rage fit. Nirvana is laid out on the mat and probably suffering from Alzheimer’s. And Salsa, she’s ready to be stuffed and hanged on someone’s wall.”

JOHNSON: ”By the looks of it, I don’t think this match is going to last much longer.”

On the outside, Mya watches in disbelief but remains on the outside as it wasn’t either of The Bearhugger’s opponents that attacked them with the chair. It was their own teammate. The ‘Fuckboy’, ruined it for them, killing their hopes of winning in what could be the rebirth of the ‘Annihilator’.

Climbing the corner, Lauryn ascends to the top as Salsa and Nirvana remain motionless on the canvas. Turning her back to the crowd, Lauryn then squats on top of the corner, holding her hands out as both Bryan and Bronx give her fives. She then stands tall and leaps away from the corner, flying through the air, and coming down onto Salsa’s chest with a double foot stomp!

JOHNSON: ”Just call the damn match or end it one! This thing is over!”

VASSA: ”Last week it was a child and its father, this week it’s a goddamn bear right here in the center of the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”I can’t wait for the media coverage and negative attention this brings to 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Any publicity is good publicity, even the negative.”

Dropping to her knees, Lauryn then covers Salsa’s lifeless body as the official hesitantly drops in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

“Lockjaw” hits the speakers as both Bryan and Bronx rush into the ring to celebrate with Lauryn as she stands to her feet. The three enjoy the moment, despite the circumstances revolving around it. Stepping in between the three, the official grabs Lauryn and Bryan’s hand, as Lauryn grabs Bronx’s, and together, they all raise their arms into the air as the final bell sounds.

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, BRYAN WILLIAMS… BRONX VALESCENCE… AND LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”

Lowering their arms, the three walks away from the carnage and stand in a nearby corner as members of the ringside crew hand their belts to the champions. Looking on, the three watch as Mya tends to Nirvana still out cold from the shots to the head with the chair. Members of the ringside crew attend to Salsa, preparing a stretcher for her. And with everything going on, Luke is nowhere to be found. Having done his damage, he’s left the wreckage for everyone else.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t even know where to begin.”

VASSA: ”For starters, I think it’s safe to say that there was at least one casualty here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t say that! Salsa and Nirvana are going to be just fine. They’re just going to need some time to heal up after tonight’s events.”

VASSA: ”I was talking about Luke and the death of the ‘fuckboy’. All I have to say is about damn time.”

JOHNSON: ”He ruined what actually turned out to be a pretty decent match.”

VASSA: ”Would we expect anything less from Luke?”

JOHNSON: ”I suppose not.”

VASSA: ”Exactly!”

JOHNSON: ”Anyways! There you have it folks. Lauryn Wolfe, Bryan Williams, and Bronx Valescence have pulled off the win tonight in what could be called a reunion of sorts for the former group, Generation Now.”

VASSA: ”Don’t call it a reunion, although it was!”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage folks as we clear the ring from this madness. We still have quite a bit left on schedule tonight!”

Backstage in the Toyota Center, the cameras begin their opening shot following the strange sounds of metal being tossed about. It gets louder and louder the further down we go down this narrowing hallway. A close up shot reveals 4CW Fate Champion Alexis Morrison’s face as she turns around where her back was previously toward the opposite side of the other wall. Alexis soon bumps into Sativa Nevaeh after coming up short handed in her search. She stops in her tracks and has a pleasant smile across her face upon meeting the former 4CW Extreme Champion.

MORRISON: “Hey Sativa.”

NEVAEH: ”Heya Alexis.”

MORRISON: “It was great seeing back wrestling again. I was really pulling for you to win and thought you were pretty awesome regardless out there in the qualifying match.”

NEVAEH: ”Thanks. Bummed I didn’t win but hey, got a Pride Title contendership match later.”

MORRISON: “Don’t beat yourself up. You did what you could. Like you just said, at least you turned heads in upper management that they thought both you and Amber deserve a championship opportunity against Bryan Williams for the Pride Championship. How are you holding up, anyway, for real?”

Alexis pauses. Her face sinks downward looking toward the floor.

MORRISON: “When I saw you at your house, you were honestly looking in pain . Your wounds seem to be healing up nicely.”

Sativa smiles.

NEVAEH: ”Yeah, I was in pain for a while. Still get stiff sometimes. Thanks. I’m lucky it was a lot worse than it was. Was worried I wouldn’t be able to come back at all.”

MORRISON: “I know the feeling about being worried of not being able to coming back. I was in in Europe before resigning with World Elite Wrestling and I did something stupid. I went out to a dangerous match and missed target during an aerial move I done a thousand times. Ended up in the hospital for a couple of weeks.”

Alexis chuckles to herself.

MORRISON: “Eric, my husband, told me I would never wrestle again. He was scared to lose me after knowing how far I was willing to go when I want something badly. That was the only moment he ever truly cared about anyone besides himself.”

NEVAEH: ”Well, glad things worked out for you. Need to be careful against Viduus. He ain’t no joke.”

Alexis nods not saying a word at first. She brushes her short hair off to the side. Care to collect her wording before finally speaking out.

MORRISON: “I appreciate you looking out for me, Sativa. I know you and him had your battles and he nearly killed himself, along with you. I’m not going to forget seeing your faces covered in blood. I watched that match at South Beach Brawl countless times preparing myself mentally. But, there’s something he needs to understand about me. I can be just as brutal as that motherfucker on any given day. I just choose not to for awhile.”

Alexis Morrison goes in for a hug.

MORRISON: “Not anymore.”

Sativa gently pats Alexis on the back and then places her hand on her shoulder.

NEVAEH: ”I know you can be. I just know what he is capable of first hand. Don’t want to see you put on the shelf. That’s all. I got all the faith in the world you will win this. Just be careful. That’s all I’m sayin. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get ready for my match.”

MORRISON: “Sure thing.”

The cameras fade out as the women part ways with each other.

Cameras transition to the parking lot of the Toyota Center where a long black stretch limousine is seen pulling in. The cameras automatically try to peek inside the back tinted windows, but immediately realize they can’t see a damn thing.

VASSA: “Were we supposed to have a guest tonight or something?”

JOHNSON: “I don’t remember hearing anything being confirmed, but there have been rumblings of a new talent signing with 4CW. Maybe this is him.”

VASSA: “Or her! God I hope it’s a her!”

The cameraman starts moving toward the front of the limousine and finally gets to the front where “BANKS” can be read clearly on the front license plate.

VASSA: “It is a her! It’s HER HER!”

The live audience lets out a thunderous ovation before the camera fades away and transitions to another part of the arena.

UNDERCARD
FATE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER MATCH
ANASTASIA HAYDEN VS. MATTHIAS BARROWS

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Fate Championship Contendership match.”

“Word up, son, word, yeah

To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers

For real, niggas who ain’t got no feelings

Check it out now”

The lighting in the building darkens a bit before the opening of “Shook Ones (Part II)” by Mobb Deep starts playing and the crowd begins to boo. As soon as the intro of the song finishes, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. The negative reception doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance, surveying the ring and the crowd before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.

”I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous

You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware

Of my crime family who got ‘nough shots to share”

POWERS: ”Making her way to the ring, hailing from Steele, North Dakota…weighing in at one hundred twenty-eight pounds…she is the ‘GRAND DUCHESS’…ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”

”Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin’

And keep them shook crews runnin’, like they supposed to

They come around, but they never come close to”

The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She brushes them off as she leaps up to the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, perching herself on the top turnbuckle, and popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.

VASSA: ”Some might say this is a bit of a downgrade for Matthias, having held the Pride championship only a few months ago.”

JOHNSON: ”Unlike in the past, though, the Fate Division has proven itself to be stiff competition. Ana Hayden is no joke, we all know that, and what better way to gain a foothold for her than to earn a shot at a woman she’s already beaten once in this very company?”

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 two hundred forty-one pounds, MATTHIAS BBAARRRROOWWSS!!!”

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

VASSA: ”Stiff competition for Alexis Morrison, maybe. But Barrows has got to be feeling a bit insulted by this match, honestly. Nobody saw Williams drop to the Fate division after he dropped the title to Matthias.”

JOHNSON: ”True, but Bryan Williams also defended his championship against three of the top wrestlers that 4CW has ever had. Retaining against Genevie Carlson, Jason Cashe and Persephone Marquis is a pretty notable accomplishment.”

VASSA: ”I don’t disagree with you, for once, Steve. But Matthias has been treated unfair in a way we’ve never seen before.”

JOHNSON: ”Either way, we’ve got a heck of a match on our hands to determine the number one contender for the Fate Championship. Let’s go!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The two competitors move to the center of the ring slowly, circling and trying to gauge each other. Both reach out, their fingertips grazing each other but neither willing to quite commit to a battle of strength, even though Matthias clearly had the size advantage. Finally they lock hands and as Matthias draws her in, Ana quickly snaps off a vicious kick to the outside of Barrows right knee, wobbling him. Quickly, Ana unloads a series of strikes and kicks that backs Matthias up into the ropes. Before Barrows can respond, Ana leaps and connects with a high angle drop kick that sends Matthias flipping over the top rope and tumbling down to the outside where Stacy is quick to console him and help him regain composure.

Inside the ring, Ana spies the couple gathering together outside the ring and is having none of it. Picking up a head of steam, she dives through the ropes crashing down into Barrows and driving him into the ringside barricade before popping up to her feet and pumping her fists in the air. As she turns Stacy winds and tries to execute a slap to her face but Ana blocks it and then waves her finger at her before shoving her down to the ground. It’s a brief distraction but it’s all Matthias needs to recover enough to launch himself towards Ana, lowering his shoulder and driving her into the ring apron before grabbing her by the back of her tights and rolling her into the ring, where he quickly followed suit.

Back in the ring, Matthias pulls Ana up by her hair and connects with a stiff european uppercut that dazes his opponent and sends her stumbling backwards. Using the ropes to her advantage, Ana thrusts herself back in Matthias direction but is caught quickly by a roundhouse kick that she hadn’t seen coming. Knocked down to one knee, Ana looks up just in time to see Matthias closing in on her to tie her up. As he does so he snaps a ddt off and then rolls her over onto her back for a pinfall attempt

ONE

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TWO

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Ana manages to get her foot up at the last second and Matthias quickly transitions into a side headlock, ground Ana Hayden and torquing on the hold, forcing her to expend as much energy as possible.

JOHNSON: ”That momentary distraction by Stacy was all Matthias needed to switch the momentum of the match.”

VASSA: ”Can’t say I fault the guy for pulling out all the stops. He shouldn’t even be in this match. He deserves better!”

The fans around the arena began a slow clap that picked up it’s pace, encouraging Ana to work her way back to one knee and then all the way up to her feet. Fists shaking as the claps continued in rapid succession, Ana drove her elbow into Matthias’ abdomen once, twice and then a third time which gave her enough separation to take off towards the near ropes. On the rebound she came sprinting back in his direction only for him to wrap her up and drop her on her back violently with a fall away slam. Pounding his feet on the mat, Matthias climbed back up and pulled Ana with him. Quickly he hooked his arm around her head and then tossed her arm over his shoulder before lifting her up into the air vertically. Instead of dropping her right back down as usual he held her there momentarily, stalling the vertical duplex before dropping her down onto her back.

A quick cover from Matthias is immediately kicked out from by Ana, who slowly rolls away from him as he pursues her. Stalking her like a predator, Matthias waits for her to crawl back to her hands and knees. Once there he took off at a run and drove his knee squarely into the side of her head, causing saliva to splatter out of her mouth and towards a few fans sitting in the front row. As Ana flips onto her back, Matthias quickly drops and covers her once again.

ONE

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TWO

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Again, Ana manages to get her shoulder up before the three count can fall, Matthias expression twisting in anger as he holds up three fingers at the referee. When the zebra striped official denies him, Matthias slaps his hands three times, the camera’s picking up an audible “C’MON REF!” from Barrows, whose frustration is evident.

VASSA: ”YEAH COME ON REF COUNT A LITTLE BIT FASTER FOR CHRISTS SAKE! If time passed as slowly as that guy counts pitfalls I’d still be seven years old.”

JOHNSON: ”Strange analogy, Vinny. In the end it doesn’t matter. The match continues on.”

Dragging Ana back up to her feet again, Matthias begins preparing to put the match away. Taking her by the arm, he pulls her towards himself and lifts her up onto his shoulders in a torture rack position. Before anything can happen further, though, Ana wiggles free and slides down his back, shoving him away from her a few steps. As he turns around, Ana dashes towards the ropes and leaps up, spring boarding off the middle rope and flying back in Matthias direction, taking him down with an arm drag.

Caught off guard, Matthias sits up in a daze as the crowd begins to buzz with anticipation at the sudden quickening of the pace of the match. Again Ana takes off toward the ropes and rebounds, looking for HUMAN TARGET PRACTICE! But as she does so Stacy, the wife of Matthias Barrows, hops up onto the ring apron to distract both the referee and her husbands opponent. Instead of connecting on the move, Ana steps past Matthias and begins to shout at the woman who had tried to slap her earlier.

The distraction gives Matthias enough time to recover and get back to his feet, turning Ana around and smashing a thumb into her eye before picking her up onto his shoulders into a torture rack position once more. 10-SP!!! Ana crashes down to the mat as Stacy looks on, waiting to make sure her husband had Ana locked in his patented modified sharpshooter submission hold. As he tied Ana up, another figure appeared hopping over the barricade on the opposite side of the ring from Stacy.

VASSA: ”WHO THE HELL?!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s Lauryn Wolfe! But… WHAT?!”

Frantically, Stacy points across the ring at the referee who is having none of her nonsense. Slipping into the ring quickly, Lauryn steps and grabs Matthias by the arm, pulling him out of the submission hold and then snapping a kick squarely to his temple. PROGRESSION V. 2!!!! With a smirk on her face, Lauryn gives Stacy the finger and pulls Ana’s body across the fallen Matthias Barrows.

VASSA: ”WHAT THE FUCK?! LAURYN JUST COST MATTHIAS THIS MATCH?!”

JOHNSON: ”And the referee just tossed Stacy from ringside! What a turn of events. TURN AROUND REF!”

As though Steve and the referee were on the same wavelength, the official turns his attention back to the match and finds Ana laying across Matthias. Looking around a bit confused and then shrugging his shoulders, he drops and counts the pinfall attempt.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE FATE CHAMPIONSHIP…. ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”

Inside the ring nobody moves. Gary the Assassin and Stacy stand at the top of the entrance ramp incensed as 4CW security appears to help escort them to the back. Halfway up the steps and heading towards the lower concourse is Lauryn Wolfe, perfectly angelic smile on her face as she disappears into the crowd while the scene fades backstage.

The camera cuts backstage, showing DA #TROLL GUY Mariano Fernandez, and the Midnight King Nirvana, walking towards each other intently.

JOHNSON: ”Oh, here we go again! DA #TROLL GUY and Nirvana’s mind games STILL going on backstage!”

VASSA: ”These two are having a heated battle and things are gonna EXPLODE at Ante Up like a headshot!”

JOHNSON: ”You’ve been getting in to Call of Duty now haven’t you?”

VASSA: ”Thanks for teaching me how to BEAT YOUR ASS, FAGGOT!”

JOHNSON: ”… My God, what have I done?”

Manny and Nurvy get face to face, staring each other down once more.

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

NIRVANA: ”You ready to get your ass beat another time?”

FERNANDEZ: ”Again, mang – you DIDN’T beat me that other time. It was UNRESOLVED thanks to that goddamned bear of yours!”

Nirvana shrugs, giving Manny a smirk through his mask.

NIRVANA: ”Had you beat THAT time, I’ll beat you THIS time, and I’ll beat you AGAIN come Ante Up.”

DA #TROLL GUY gives a chuckle, flipping his soccer mom hair.

FERNANDEZ: ”You didn’t HAVE me beat at Pong, and I’LL be the one winning at Ante Up, chico. And as if that were not enough, I’m gonna beat your ass RIGHT NOW!”

Manny makes a gesture as he’s about to throw down… but instead produces a Monopoly board game, perfectly boxed and still unopened.

FERNANDEZ: ”Now, shall we begin?”

NIRVANA: ”Damn right we shall.”

As stagehands set up a table and a few chairs at Nirvana’s request, Mariano begins unboxing the game, taking out the board and the tokens, and setting up the bank money: bills of $500, $100, $50, $20, $5 and $1 neatly piled up in respective stacks.

VOICE: ”YO! Ain’t you gonna wait for us?”

They are, however, approached by the team of the Friendly Skies, Lil’ Boeing and Hubert Smalls.

FERNANDEZ: ”Right on time, chicos. Just about to begin.”

NIRVANA: ”All of you get ready to pay this old man his dues.”

FERNANDEZ: ”Don’t be going all out now, mang, you won’t have enough to meet your child support and we can’t have that.”

NIRVANA: ”Motherfuck!”

FERNANDEZ: ”Alright, mang, we’re all set!”

Mariano has finished setting up the game, giving each player $1500 as per the rulebook. As everyone gathers around the table, including a few curious stagehands with nothing better to do, Mariano points at the player tokens.

FERNANDEZ: ”Gentlemen, pick your tokens. Now, you WILL excuse me, I hope, if after ALL the setting up I done, I go first. This one’s mine, chicos. Help yourselves.”

Nirvana picks up a cat, Boeing picks up a battleship, and Smalls picks out a top hat. Once everyone has picked, Mariano places a hand to his chin.

FERNANDEZ: ”Alright, now we choose the Banker. I say we roll a die, highest number gets to be. What’d you say?”

On everyone’s agreement, they roll. Manny rolls a 3, Boeing rolls a 2, Nirvana rolls a 4, but Hubert Smalls rolls a 6, which makes him the Banker to the astonishment of all.

NIRVANA: ”Well I’ll be damned.”

FERNANDEZ: ”Hoho! This is gonna be a FUN ride, mang.”

BOEING: ”Yo, don’t sleep on Hubert here – this guy KILLS it at Monopoly.”

JOHNSON: ”Now THAT’s something I’d like to see.”

VASSA: ”Is this guy even serious?”

Hubert picks up two dice, clenching them in his fist.

SMALLS: ”Okay you ready? HERE WE GO!”

He rolls a 4 and a 3, leading him to a Chance card, which he draws.

“TAKE A WALK ON THE BOARDWALK – Advance your token to Boardwalk”

FERNANDEZ: ”YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING, MANG!”

NIRVANA: ”Fuck Mike Pettis anyway!”

BOEING: ”I told you doe, this guy is a KILLER!”

Hubert advances to Boardwalk.

SMALLS: ”LOVE THE BOARDWALK!”

He buys it for $400, grabbing the respective Title Deed, then builds a house there for $200.

JOHNSON: ”Can’t believe we’re having a Monopoly game backstage!”

VASSA: ”4CW for you, folks – backstage as FUN as the show!”

JOHNSON: ”This is gonna be one LONG game, who do you have winning Vinny?”

VASSA: ”My money’s on Hubert. Hands down.”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah, not the choice I would have made. I think DA #TROLL GUY can very well be the victor here!”

VASSA: ”Pfft, please, the guy ain’t shit without a screen nearby!”

JOHNSON: “Hubert can’t even spell properly!”

VASSA: ”And yet he’s just bought THE BOARDWALK!”

JOHNSON: ”Eat your heart out, Mike Pettis!”

UNDERCARD
NO HOLDS BARRED
ALEXIS MORRISON VS. VIDUUS MORTA

JOHNSON: ”So, this next match probably won’t end up too well for Alexis Morrison, right?”

VASSA: ”Alexis Morrison versus Viduus Morta in a No Holds Barred match? Maybe if it was just a regular contest I’d give her a shot. This is Viduus’ territory though!”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed it is, it’s the Fate champion taking on the Extreme champion!”

VASSA: ”Stay tuned folks, because this one is about to get nasty.”

“Stronger” by Through Fire plays over the sound system while crane cameras get glimpses of the upper-level seats as the crowd pops. Moments into this transitions to ‘The Anti-Starlet’ Alexis Morrison’s entrance video. After a few seconds, Alexis appears in the audience walking down the first set of arena stairs as fans are there to greet her while security makes room for her path.

POWERS: ”From Salem, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Anti-Starlet and 4CW Fate Champion, ALEXIS MMOORRRRIISSOONN!!!”

Reaching the bottom level. Alexis Morrison stops to take the energy from the crowd. She surveys everything in front of her then with a swift motion hops over the barricade. Alexis circles ringside halfway before pulling herself onto the apron entering the ring and heads to her respected corner taking off her leather jacket and grabbing both sides of the corner ropes, leaning forward looking at the opponent.

JOHNSON: ”Alexis looks determined here tonight. She lost a tough match to Ana Hayden at the last Adrenaline. A win for her here would be monumental!”

VASSA: ”She has her experience in these kinds of matches, but not in 4CW. I don’t think she’s seen anyone quite like Viduus Morta before.”

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: ”Making his way to the ring, hailing from Parts Unknown, he is the 4CW Extreme Champion … VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

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 as he waits for the match to start.

JOHNSON: ”Here comes the Extreme champ, this has to play into his strategy here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Most definitely, Alexis has better watch out.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Viduus comes flying out the gate, racing towards Alexis Morrison. Alexis ducks under the attempt, taking Viduus down with a slick drop toe hold. Viduus doesn’t stay down for long, he springs back up and tries to drive Alexis Morrison into the corner. Morrison whips her around at the last second, using Viduus’ momentum against him. Alexis pushes Viduus into the corner, stunning him with an elbow. Alexis connects with another, and follows up with a knife-edge chop to the chest of Viduus Morta.

JOHNSON: ”Alexis coming right out of the gate here!”

VASSA: ”Give it time, Viduus is just toying with her.”

Alexis grabs hold of Viduus’ arm, whipping him to the other side of the ring. Viduus lands in the corner, as Alexis follows behind. She charges in for a clothesline attempt, but Viduus scouted the move beforehand. Viduus stops in his tracks and lays into Alexis with a elbow, knocking Alexis Morrison backwards. He quickly follows that up with a running clothesline, knocking her down to the mat. Morrison pops back up, as Viduus quickly charges at her again. Alexis ducks under and grabs the top rope. Viduus Morta spills to the outside below! With Viduus momentarily stunned, Alexis rushes to the other side of the ring. She bounces off of the ropes, using her momentum to rush to the other side of the ring. She slips through the middle and bottom rope, connecting with a suicide dive to Viduus Morta!

Viduus stumbles backwards, hitting the barricade. Alexis lands on her feet, she tries to keep her momentum with a leaping forearm attack. The shot lands, but it only has seem to awaken Viduus! Viduus grabs Alexis, thrusting his head forward into hers with a sickening headbutt! Alexis collapses to the mat, as Viduus looks around him. Blood begins to trickle from his forehead, the headbutt busting himself wide open!

JOHNSON: ”What a headbutt from Viduus!”

VASSA: ”He cracked her good, and split himself open in the process.”

Viduus takes his time, as Alexis Morrison tries to get back to her feet. She tries to fight back, a shot to his midsection stops him for a moment. Viduus slams a forearm into her back, stunning her for a moment. Viduus picks Alexis up, easily pressing her over her head. Viduus quickly drops her throat first onto the barricade! Alexis doesn’t fall down, so Viduus grabs her again and delivers a brutal bodyslam!

Viduus grabs a handful of Alexis Morrison’s hair, throwing her into the barricade once more! Morrison lays there, the crowd boos as Viduus begins to walk around. He stands over Alexis as he waits for her to get back up. Alexis tries crawling back up, but Viduus begins to put the boots to her. Keeping her down on the mat some more, Viduus turns his attention back towards the ring. He tosses the ring apron to the side, as he digs under the ring for a weapon to use!

JOHNSON: ”Here we go, the weapons are already coming into play now. Alexis is in trouble!”

VASSA: ”Doesn’t seem to be much under that ring though…”

A trash can is slid out from under the ring, as well as a kendo stick and a chair. Viduus looks to grab more, but Alexis Morrison is back up! She grabs the legs of Viduus Morta, pulling him away from the ring. Viduus grabs the kendo stick, swinging wildly! It seems that Alexis is just too fast for him, as she ducks and moves away from the attempts. Alexis doubles Viduus over with a kick to the stomach, and drops him to the mat with a stiff uppercut! Viduus drops the kendo stick, which Morrison promptly grabs.

Alexis wastes no time, smashing the kendo stick over his back! Viduus stands upright, the snapping sound of the kendo stick echoing throughout the arena again as Alexis hits him again. She gives him another smack, this time on the back of his leg. Viduus falls to a knee, allowing Alexis to send the stick crashing over the back of his head this time! With the stick damaged, Alexis quickly tosses it away as Viduus recovers.

JOHNSON: ”Alexis is not backing down!”

VASSA: ”She’s only making things worse for herself here.”

Viduus tries to get away, he turns to his back and sends a boot into Alexis’ stomach. Alexis stumbles backwards, as Viduus gets back to a knee. It seems that Viduus lost his boot in the process, as Alexis stumbled backwards with it. Viduus charges forward, clobbering Alexis with a clothesline. Viduus turns his attention back to the weapons, tossing them into the ring. This gives Alexis a quick moment to recover, and slide back into the ring. Viduus quickly slides in, as Alexis recovers. Viduus can’t decide on grabbing a weapon or attacking Alexis, which allows Alexis to crack him with a Pele Kick! Viduus looks to be out on his feet, Alexis Morrison follows that up with a Snap DDT! With Viduus down for the moment, she quickly covers him!

ONE

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TWO

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KiCKOUT!!!

Viduus easily kicks out, Alexis grabs him in a front chancery but Viduus powers out of it. He lifts Alexis high into the air, tossing her to the mat! Alexis pops back up, but Viduus levels her with a spear from out of nowhere! Alexis lands weird, folding herself up as she hits the mat! Viduus takes notice of this, and quickly covers her for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Morrison kicks out, but Viduus is right there to keep her down. He places his exposed foot on her throat, pressing down on it! Alexis thrashes about, as Viduus grabs onto the nearby ropes for leverage. Alexis stops struggling, as Viduus squeezes tighter and tighter on the hold. Suddenly, Alexis grabs Viduus’ big toe, and wrenches it backwards!

SSSNNNAAAPPP!!!

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!”

VASSA: ”OH NO!! I THINK SHE BROKE HIS BIG TOE!”

Viduus screams in pain, as he hobbles off of Alexis. Alexis takes a moment to recover, as she finally is able to breathe. Viduus turns back to Alexis, he clobbers her with a stiff right hand in retaliation! Alexis tries to fight back, but Viduus catches her with a knee lift to her stomach. Alexis doubles over, falling through the ropes onto the apron. Viduus grabs her and pulls her into the ring. With Alexis perched on the middle rope, Viduus drives her face first into the mat with a vicious DDT!

With his opponent down, Viduus looks to the outside of the ring. He limps over to the ropes, heading to the outside as he again looks under the ring. Viduus pulls out a table, and a black bag. The crowd instantly knows what this bag is for, as Viduus begins to slide the items back into the ring. He grabs another chair also, tossing that back inside for good measure. The ring is beginning to fill up with items now, as Viduus looks to put this match into his control. He slides back into the ring, full of bad intentions.

JOHNSON: ”Viduus back in control, but you have to wonder what he thinks about this. Alexis will not stay down.”

VASSA: ”I assume it’s just pissing him off, Alexis is going to end up dead now! I can feel it!”

Alexis is slow to get back up, but Viduus is able to catch her in time. Viduus pushes Alexis into the corner, using his shoulder as a battering ram. He pounds the midsection of Alexis Morrison, slamming his shoulder over and over again into her stomach. Alexis collapses to the mat, as Viduus turns back to the weapons in the ring. He quickly walks over to the table, picking it up.

With the table set up on the other side of the ring, Viduus looks over to the black bag. He reveals the contents inside, thumbtacks spill out onto the ring! Viduus walks back over towards Alexis Morrison, with evil intentions in his mind. He grabs a chair, as he looks at his opponent. Alexis is trapped in the corner, as Viduus brings the chair up over his head. He swings it down, but Alexis moves out of the way in time. The chair smashes into the corner, allowing Alexis to use the heel of her boot to smash into Viduus’ exposed foot! Viduus drops the chair, grabbing his foot. He hops around, as Alexis grabs the chair AND SMASHES IT OVER HIS HEAD!

CCRRRAAAACCCKKK!!!

Viduus falls to the mat, the chair bent and damaged beyond repair. Alexis drops it, the crowd certainly behind her now. She quickly grabs the trash can, slamming it over the head of Viduus Morta as he tries to get back up! Viduus collapses to the mat, as Alexis tries to drag him over towards the table. Unfortunately he’s way heavier, and she is unable to do so. Alexis unfolds the table, propping it up into the corner instead. Alexis slams the trash can into the back of Viduus, kicking him towards the table.

JOHNSON: ”Alexis has Viduus in trouble here!”

VASSA: ”He’s right in front of that table, I wonder if he knows where he is!”

Alexis takes a few steps back, waiting for Viduus to get back up to his feet. Dragged in front of the table, Alexis waits for the perfect opportunity to drive her opponent through the table! Viduus slowly gets back up, and Alexis charges him!

CCCCRRRRAAAASSSSHHH!!!

The crowd boos, as Alexis is sent through the table! Viduus was able to move out of the way in time, sending Alexis crashing through it. Viduus quickly wastes no time, covering Alexis as he tries to get the win now!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

Alexis is able to kick out in time, but Viduus is ready to end this match. He picks her up, tossing her into the corner. Viduus picks her up, and sets her onto the top turnbuckle. Alexis is still feeling the effects of the table, but she is able to send a boot crashing into his face! Viduus stumbles backwards, giving Alexis the chance to connect with a SHOOTING STAR DDT! The move connects, Viduus is drilled headfirst into the mat! Alexis can’t cover though, as he rolls to the outside. Alexis looks on, disappointed with how the match is going. Still though, the crowd remains undeterred. They continue to cheer her, hoping to see her get a win!

Alexis looks to the outside, as Viduus stays on the mat. Suddenly, an idea seems to cross through her mind. She quickly climbs back up the turnbuckle, scaling it with determination. The crowd begins to stir, they look on as Alexis climbs to the top! Alexis looks out to the crowd, and signs a cross on her. With no hesitation Alexis leaps off the turnbuckle and INTO A SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO VIDUUS MORTA!!

JOHNSON: ”HOLY SHIT!!”

VASSA: ”ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Alexis lands on Viduus, he cushions her fall as the crowd cheers! They cannot believe what they have just seen. Alexis clutches her midsection, but Viduus looks to have taken the worst of it. The crowd cheers on, as Alexis stirs on the outside. The crowd begins to chant for the move they have just witnessed.

”HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!

JOHNSON: ”Alexis Morrison with a Shooting Star Press to the outside! I cannot believe that worked!”

VASSA: ”It’s no double moonsault, but it got the job done! Think of how much this match just changed now!”

Alexis pulls herself up, using the nearby barricade. The crowd cheers for her, as she looks ready to continue her match with Viduus! He lays on the mat, not moving. Referee Logan Whitby moves to the outside, checking on the status of both competitors. Alexis gets to her feet, shoving him out of the way. She looks out to the crowd, a surge of energy rushing through her. Using her feet, she kicks at Viduus to get towards the ring. He begins to stir, and Alexis manages to get him back into the ring.

Alexis slides back in, and she tries to cover Viduus. Viduus quickly powers out, sending Alexis flying! Alexis quickly realizes that more needs to be done, as Viduus slowly gets back up to his feet. She scurries over towards the trashcan, grabbing it as she does. In one quick motion she sends the trash can crashing down on his skull!

CCRRUUUUNNNCHHHH!!!

Alexis Morrison looks fired up! She grabs the trash can, flipping it around. Again she sends it crashing down into the head of Viduus Morta! Viduus falls to one knee, and Alexis blasts him with another shot! Alexis hits him again for good measure, but Viduus doesn’t fall. He stumbles backwards, allowing Alexis to connect with the 20 Eyes! The kick sends Viduus falling to the mat, landing on the thumbtacks!

JOHNSON: ”Oh no!!!”

VASSA: ”Viduus just landed on those tacks, he’s in trouble here!!”

Alexis quickly hurries, moving towards the ring apron. She knows she has little time to waste in keeping Viduus down. She grabs the top rope, using it as a springboard to connect with a 630 Senton! Alexis hits it flush, she scurries over to cover Viduus!

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is the winner of this match, by way of pinfall, ALEXIS MMOORRRRIISSOONN!!!”

“Stronger” begins to play, as Alexis celebrates in the ring. She pumps her fist into the air, but Viduus quickly sits back up. Alexis makes the smart move, getting out of the ring as the official hands her the Fate championship. Viduus snarls, staring a hole into Alexis as she makes her way up the ramp. With some distance between them, Alexis takes the chance to celebrate her victory once again.

JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe it! Alexis Morrison just beat the Extreme champion!”

VASSA: ”She beat him, but Viduus is already up. He looks pissed!”

JOHNSON: ”Well I would assume that he doesn’t feel great. Alexis Morrison just got the win here tonight. What a victory for her!”

VASSA: ”Yeah, but what about his toe? Man, if I were Alexis I’d be watching my back for the next few weeks.”

Viduus stays in the ring, staring at Alexis as she raises her Fate championship up high. Defiant with her victory, the camera keeps on them as we cut away.

Footage cuts to backstage where 4CW staff and medical personnel are checking on Johnny Evil to determine if he is able to compete after the ambush from Dakota Smith earlier in the night. A puddle of blood is at Evil’s feet as his hand is stitched and wrapped in crimson soaked bandages. His pupils still gazed over from the hammershot to the side of his head. The medical doctor shines a light into his eyes and turns Evil’s head, to check his focus and awareness.

DOC: “Look at me, Johnny…”

EVIL: “I’m fine, you stupid fuck!!”

The doctor continues to shine the light into his eyes as other personnel continue to make sure that his hand is bandaged properly while camera fights through the commotion to peak over their shoulders to get a better view. Johnny uses his unbandaged hand to push the light out of his eyes.

EVIL: “Get that light out of my eyes!!”

Evil attempts to move and close his bandaged hand and lets out a deep painful grunt. He goes to stand up and looks a bit woozy as he does.

DOC: “He can’t compete.”

EVIL: “Fuck yourself if you think that!!”

Johnny sits back down and begins painfully opening and closing his bandaged hand to work the pain out of it. As he does this, the locker room door opening is heard as Silas Black rushes in along with Adrian Tanner. Looking down at the bandage over his hand, Silas and Tanner let out a wince as if it doesn’t look good.

CROWE: “Fuck, man… You ain’t going to be able to compete!!”

Evil wipes the sweat from his brow, pushing some of the 4CW staff to the side with his unbandaged hand.

EVIL: “I’m fine, just get these fuckers out of here!”

The locker room door opens again as Jett Wilder walks into the locker room. He peeks over and sees Evil’s hand and then notices the glazed over look in his eyes. Tanner catches notice of Jett.

TANNER: “What the hell do you want?”

WILDER: “Hey there, guys. Just heard the bad news about Johnny. Hand injury? Probably best not to play around with that.”

Jett says this, doing his best to sound sincere, not quite yet switched into his ring gear for the main event. Not looking as worried as he probably should be given the numbers he is walking into. Silas, Johnny, and Tanner all look at Jett knowing that his true intentions are more the typical sarcasm that Jett always brings to the table anytime he’s around. Evil raises an eyebrow looking at Jett with anger.

EVIL: “Jett, this hand…”

Evil goes to raise it as if he’s about to send a backhand out in Jett’s direction as he hops up, but as he opens his hand, the stinging sensation sets in and it becomes noticeable on his facial expression.

EVIL: “This hand is still strong enough to smack your tiddy baby ass around the ring!”

Jett shrugs his shoulders, still pretending to be worried for his opponent’s safety even though it’s clearly not true.

WILDER: “Sure seems like it…I mean you won’t even be able to punch me with one hand.

Looking down at the hand that Evil hurt, with Johnny still trying to act as though nothing is wrong.

WILDER: “It’s a real shame how you and Dakota keep going at it like this though. Least we have this match and you two can tear each other apart. All around the arena. I’ll handle Hollywood. Oh and you know, win the match.

Making sure he has a door to exit through, as he looks back waiting for any retaliation.Johnny reaches out and grabs the open bottle of rubbing alcohol from the medical cart and flings it in Jett’s direction causing the liquid to fly out of the bottle. Jett ducks out of the way causing it to blind one of the medical personnel. As Jett quickly slips out the door with a smirk, Evil tries to charge forward as Silas and Tanner jump in his way.

CROWE: “Leave it the fuck alone, and settle it in the ring!!”

Johnny sits back down and holds his head with his hand from where Dakota whacked him with the hammer earlier while looking down at his bandaged up left hand with anger.

EVIL: “Get me some fucking percocets and let’s do this!!”

The camera then cuts back to the announce table while the ring crew and audio techs begins to prep the stage up for the next match-up.

VASSA: ”I don’t see this being a wise move on Johnny Evil’s part. With the hammer shot to the head earlier and the condition of his hand… This could be a bad decision!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s absolutely not, but that prick has always been hard headed!!”

VASSA: ”You know, Dakota was just scared that if he didn’t act on Evil his title opportunity might just slip away!!”

JOHNSON: ”Are you an idiot! What about Evil nailing a coffin shut on Dakota two weeks ago and offering him a tainted blunt??”

VASSA: ”He did no such thing. It’s not his fault Dakota can’t handle his weed. As for the whole coffin thing, maybe he felt Dakota needed somewhere to gather his thoughts??”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah, if that’s REALLY what you think!!”

Adrenaline returns to ringside as the cameras capture a few signs in the crowd before returning to the announce table. Vassa is seen chomping down on a local brand of barbeque chips while Johnson looks ready to continue with the show.

JOHNSON: “Well ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had ourselves one hell of a show so far! And still to come is–.”

VASSA: “HOLD ON, JOHNSON! Look at the tron!”

The camera pans toward the tron where gold letters begin falling into the center of it to spell out one specific word.

S U P R E M E

The audience explodes at the sight, believing that the first and only female 4CW Champion is about to make her return.

VASSA: “It’s her! It’s really her! She’s back!”

JOHNSON: “Boy, I’m sure ready for this!”

The letters fade away almost instantly after the thunderous ovation; the tron turning back to black until…

“You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!”

“Malevolence” by New Years Day fills the arena speakers, the crowd greeting the worldwide wrestling star a with a thunderous mixed reaction. The lights in the Toyota Center dimmer down and gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp as the audience waits in anticipation. The arena lights fade away until the only sources of light are the titantron and the pyro.

“Nothing’s gonna save meeeee!

The evil that I see! Has taken over mee!

No one’s gonna save meeeeee!

The damage has been done! I’m writing all the wrongs!”

The theme song of Felicity Banks continues, but there’s still no sign of Felicity herself. The audience begins to grow quiet, wondering just what’s taking her so long to come out.

JOHNSON: “She’s really taking her sweet time, huh?”

VASSA: “She can do whatever the hell she pleases. Till this day, no other female competitor has been able to do what Felicity did, and she’s back to reclaim her throne in 4 C DOUBLE—-”

Suddenly, the theme song dies down along with the lights in the arena. The crowd goes into stir, nobody in the building knowing just what the hell was going on until….

VASSA: “The hell?”

JOHNSON: “Wait a minute! I think!? I think?!”

“Hero” by Nas and Keri Hilson fills the arena speakers as a premade 4CW video of wrestling legend BRANDON BANKS takes over the tron! The fans begin going ballistic as Brandon steps out onto the top of the stage dressed in khaki shorts and one of his many BB sweatshirts. He stops as soon as he’s seen and holds for a moment to take in the atmosphere.

VASSA: “It’s the SIX DOLLAR MAN!”

JOHNSON: “Don’t you start with that, Vassa! This is bigger than what we even expected!”

Brandon continues to stare out at the crowd, no emotion on his face as he pets his beard and makes his way down the entrance ramp. Banks ignores the fans reaching out to touch him, even pulling him his arms away to make sure it doesn’t happen. He slides into the ring and gives the mat a couple of pelvic thrusts before he pops up to his feet and throws his arms out to his sides.

BANKS: “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”

The stunned audience continues going wild as Brandon moves toward the corner closest to the timekeeper’s area and gets a microphone from Powers. The wrestling hall of famer moves to the center of the ring and gestures for his music to be cut as the crowd chants:

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

This gets a smirk from the male Banks (albeit a short one), but he shuts them out and positions the microphone underneath his chin.

BANKS: “Now ya’ll reaaaaaally bout to find out my worth.”

Without another word, Brandon flings the microphone over his shoulder and exits the ring. “Hero” by Nas fills the sound system as Brandon walks back up the entrance ramp, ignoring the crowd and every other living being surrounding him.

JOHNSON: “Well, Vinny. Things just got mighty interesting.”

VASSA: “I wanted Felicity, damn it. Not the six dollar man!”

JOHNSON: “I think that’s going to bite you in the ass one day.”

Banks simply throws one arm up in the air as he continues his steady pace up the ramp until he disappears backstage.

Again the camera cuts backstage, showing the Monopoly board now crowded with little houses and hotels. Hubert Smalls controls most of the end of the board, the most expensive Boardwalk and Park Place among it. Nirvana owns the railroads and and a decent amount of property between Jail and Free Parking, Boeing has most of the properties between Free Parking and Go To Jail in his possession, and DA #TROLL GUY controls the space between GO and Jail, along with the Electric Company and the Water Works. The players’ money stacks, however, have progressively grown smaller – except for Hubert Smalls, whose personal money is almost indistinguishable from the money in the bank.

JOHNSON: ”Well folks, this Monopoly game is still on, and OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED WITH HUBERT!?”

VASSA: ”HAH! I knew it! He’s DOMINATING this game, Steve!”

JOHNSON: “Jesus Christ, Vinny, you may be on to something after all.”

Hubert Smalls has just improved Park Place and Boardwalk with hotels, and it’s now Nirvana’s turn to roll. Getting a 4 and a 5 for a total of 9, he lands in Illinois Avenue, where four houses are built, owned by Lil’ Boeing.

BOEING: “That’s 4 houses for a total of $925. I’ll be taking that cash now.”

NIRVANA: “This is worse than my motherfucking alimony.”

BOEING: “Sorry to hear about your financial troubles, my good man, but the rent is still due.”

Nirvana pays, and it’s now Mariano’s turn to roll, so he shakes the dice in his fist, then throws them, getting a double 5 for a total of 10. Moving his Howitzer, he lands in a Community Chest space, at which he promptly grabs a card.

“YOU HAVE WON SECOND PRIZE IN A BEAUTY CONTEST – COLLECT $10”

NIRVANA: “Second prize – guess everybody laughed at that hair of yours.”

FERNANDEZ: (Throwing up his nose) “HA! They WISH they had this GLORIOUS soccer mom hair. Hey yo. Pay up, mang.”

Hubert hands him a $10 bill.

FERNANDEZ: “Remember, chicos. Roll double numbers, roll again.”

Once again rolling, he gets a 5 and a 3, for a total of 8, landing him in his own Mediterranean Avenue, just past GO.

FERNANDEZ: “Alright, mang – that’s $200 for DA TROLL GUY. And since Baltic and Mediterranean Avenue are MY monopoly, AND I have 4 houses, you can keep those $200, I give you $50, and get a nice shiny hotel!”

Giving back all the houses to the bank, Mariano grabs a hotel building, placing it on his property, now matching neighbour Baltic Avenue’s hotel. Snapping his fingers, he throws the dice to Lil’ Boeing.

FERNANDEZ: “Alright, chico – your turn.”

Boeing rolls a 6 and a 6, landing in Mariano’s Water Works.

FERNANDEZ: “HA! Rolled a 12, I own both utilities – that’s ten times what says on the dice, mang. 12 times 10 is $120, please.”

BOEING: “I got a fucking blackout the other day, dude!”

FERNANDEZ: “God DAMNIT MANG, WHERE DO YOU THINK THIS MONEY GOES!?”

BOEING: “I dunno but it better NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!”

He rolls again, this time a 3 and a 5, landing him in a Chance card.

“PAY POOR TAX OF $15”

BOEING: “YO WHY YOU GOTTA TAX A NIGGA!? THIS TAX SHOULD BE GOING TO ME!”

FERNANDEZ: “God DAMN State bureaucracy, chico.”

VASSA: “He’s got a point there, though.”

JOHNSON: “Isn’t everybody taking this game a little TOO seriously?”

VASSA: “You WOULDN’T? There’s MONEY on the line here, Steve!”

JOHNSON: “That’s MONOPOLY money, Vinny!”

VASSA: “Dolla’ Dolla’ bill y’all!”

HEADLINE
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER MATCH
SATIVA NEVAEH VS. AMBER RYAN

JOHNSON: ”Well folks, we have ourselves a pretty good contest coming up. Some big implications in this match, because the winner will go on to face Bryan Williams at Ante Up!”

VASSA: ”Oh yes, the focus has been on the 4CW title lately, with all of these contender matches. The Pride title has kind of taken a backseat. That changes tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t think of two worthy contenders, as Sativa Nevaeh and Amber Ryan will go head to head to find out who gets the shot!”

VASSA: ”Sativa is a two time Extreme champion, she definitely knows what it takes to be a champion in this company. Amber Ryan also has her shared history with Bryan, this will definitely be an interesting one to see.”

JOHNSON: ”No doubt about it, I can’t wait to see this action. Who will emerge victorious, and meet the Pride champion in Las Vegas?”

The lights go out for a moment before the arena is bathed in green light. Two blue Spotlights find the entrance as “Bulletproof” by La Roux kicks up. Sativa walks out from the back with her arms thrown out wide, welcoming the cheers from the crowd.

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 ‘Ganja Goddess’ SATIVA NNEEVVAAEEHH!!!”

”Been there, done that, messed around

I’m having fun; don’t put me down

I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet”

She makes her way down the ramp, towards the ring high fiving as many fans as she can. She circles the ring once giving fans high fives as she does. She then quick steps up the steps and faces out toward the crowd from the ring apron with her arms on the top rope. She bounces once before back flipping over the top rope. She parades around the inside of the ring, playing up for the fans.

”This time, baby, I’ll be

Bulletproof

This time, baby, I’ll be

Bulletproof”

She makes her way to a corner and climbs to the second rope and once again holds her arms out. The crowd continues to cheer her as she smiles and takes it all in. She jumps down and spins mid air to face the ref and wait for the match to start.

JOHNSON: ”Sativa getting a nice reaction here tonight. Should be interesting to see, if she wins. Considering her history with Bryan, mainly being an ally to him.”

VASSA: ”They were tag partners, and stablemates. She knows him well, it would definitely be a tough task for the both of them to get into that ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Of course the next contestant knows Bryan well, their Blood for Blood match back in New Jersey certainly let us know that wouldn’t be the last time we’d see them in a ring.”

VASSA: ”Amber has her shot here tonight, she can be meeting Bryan very soon for that Pride title. I’m not talking backstage either!”

It’s the tinkling of the eerie music box that brings the lights down, the crowd murmuring with anticipation, as slowly and silently the big screens seems to crack one by one until Lzzy Hale’s vocals cue shadows to dance across the shattered surfaces.

“I pirouette in the dark, I see the stars through a mirror

Tired mechanical heart, beats till the song disappears”

Squealing violin cuts through the building tension, lights pulsing in red like an erratic heartbeat

“Somebody shine a light, I’m frozen by the fear in me

Somebody make me feel alive then shatter me!

So cut me from the line, dizzy spinning endlessly

Somebody make me feel alive then shatter me!”

As the bass drops, a female silhouette almost materializes atop the aisle drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd. Most cheer in appreciation of the show that they’re about to witness but many jeer due to her previous affiliations and general devil-just-doesn’t-give-a-fuck attitude.

POWERS: “Making her way to the ring, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, she is the ‘Distorted Ange’l … AMBER RRYYAANN!!!”

Dubstep violin leads Amber down the ramp, a few fans extend hands but receive little acknowledgement for their efforts. She circles the ring, messing with whichever ring crew and staff that happen to be within vicinity before methodically and deliberately sliding beneath the bottom rope and crossing to one of the far corners.

Climbing the turnbuckle left handed, she watches out over the crowd to gauge the reaction, returning the mixed reaction with an acknowledging nod of her own before somewhat turning awkwardly on the spot and taking a seat upon the top turnbuckle with hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees- that familiar Distorted Angel smirk ever present across her face.

JOHNSON: ”Amber looks more than ready here tonight.”

VASSA: ”So does Sativa, can’t think the last time a match like this had big implications.”

JOHNSON: ”Referee Logan Whitby is getting everyone ready, this should get interesting folks!”

DING!!! DING!!!

Logan Whitby calls for the bell, and this match is underway! Amber and Sativa circle around each other, before locking up in the middle of the ring. Sativa uses her size and weight advantage, pulling Amber into a side headlock! Amber delivers a few forearm shots to the back of her opponent, loosening up her grip. Amber tries to run to the ropes, but Sativa grabs a quick side headlock, taking Amber down to the mat. The two struggle for a bit, as Sativa connects with a Forearm that allows her to stand back up.

Sativa Nevaeh immediately begins to put the boots to her opponent, but Amber fights to her feet. She lands a hard shot to the midsection of Sativa, doubling her over. Amber gets to her feet, landing a hard kick to the chest of Sativa! Sativa snaps upwards, and Amber knocks her down with a hard clothesline. Sativa stumbles up to her feet, walking backwards and leaning on the ring ropes. Amber quickly rushes over towards her opponent, clotheslining her up and over the top to the outside below!

JOHNSON: ”Sativa gets sent to the outside!”

VASSA: ”Amber is really trying her best to turn it up a notch here in the opening of this match!”

Amber gets the Houston crowd going, trying to get them pumped up. They start to become more vocal, as Amber grabs the top rope. In anticipation for her opponent to get back up, Amber slingshots herself up and over onto her opponent! Sativa doesn’t have much time, getting back to her feet only to see Amber Ryan falling directly onto her! The two crash hard to the outside, as Amber rolls off of her opponent. It’s quick start to the match, with Sativa taking most of the damage from the plancha.

Logan Whitby leans over the top rope, telling both competitors to get back into the ring. Amber quickly gets back up to her feet, dragging her opponent along with her. Rolling Sativa into the ring, Amber quickly moves over to cover her. With the first pinfall attempt of this match, Logan Whitby begins his count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Sativa kicks out, Amber immediately locking her into an armbar submission. The move certainly takes Sativa off guard, as she tries her best to quickly get out of the hold. Sativa is able to get to her feet, as Amber quickly lets go. Amber catches a kick from Sativa, as she stands up. Amber quickly pulls her into a Snapmare Driver, planting her face first into the mat. Amber grabs her opponent, but Sativa connects with a shot to midsection. Suddenly, Sativa springs up to her feet. Amber doesn’t have much time to move, as Sativa lands a dropkick!

JOHNSON: ”Beautiful dropkick from Sativa!”

VASSA: ”She’s really turning on the intensity here, you can tell she wants to win this!”

Amber tries to get back up to her feet, but Sativa is ready for her as she grabs Amber and picks her up into a Body Slam! Amber grabs her lower back, but Sativa isn’t letting up anytime soon. She grabs her again, and slams her to the mat again with another big Body Slam! Sativa quickly covers her opponent, Logan Whitby begins the count.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Amber easily kicks out, but Sativa grabs her head and pulls her into a rough side headlock. Sativa places herself onto the mat stomach first, using leverage to put a tremendous amount of pressure onto the neck of Amber Ryan. Amber squirms around, but Sativa has that hold locked in tight!

Amber doesn’t stop fighting, as she tries to break free from the side headlock. Her fists are wild, the continue to connect into the side of Sativa’s head. This causes Sativa to break the hold for a moment. Amber tries to get to her feet, but only succeeds in getting on all fours. Sativa gets back up to her feet, and deliver a brutal knee strike to the ribs of Amber Ryan! Sativa doesn’t let up, dropping another knee into the right side of Amber Ryan! Amber cries out in pain, as Sativa digs her knee deep into the side of Amber.

JOHNSON: ”Brutal knee there, Sativa trying to grind down Amber here.”

VASSA: ”Sap her energy, and then finish her off. Sativa certainly knows what she needs to do to win.”

Sativa eases up, getting Amber Ryan back up to her feet. She quickly moves Amber to the Front Chancery position, lifting her high up into a suplex! Sativa doesn’t let Amber fall, instead opting for a delayed vertical suplex that wows the crowd. Sativa quickly sends her crashing to the mat though, only able to hold her up for a brief moment. Sativa quickly follows this up with a jumping knee, landing on the side of Amber’s head! With her opponent down, Sativa covers her for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

With Amber still down on the mat, Sativa drives a few more knees into the side of Amber Ryan. The knees keep coming, Sativa delivering one after another, finally finishing with a knee to the head of Amber Ryan! She looks to be knocked loopy, which prompts Sativa to cover her once again!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Sativa seems to curse under her breath, getting Amber back up to her feet. She drives her opponent into the corner, driving her right shoulder into her midsection several times over. Sativa looks to go for another one, but Amber fights back with a snap kick that sends her backwards. Amber immediately climbs up to the top rope, not facing her opponent. Sativa recovers fast enough to react. She pushes Amber, sending her CRASHING INTO THE BARRICADE!

JOHNSON: ”OH NO!!”

VASSA: ”AMBER RYAN JUST SENT INTO THAT BARRICADE! … That did not look good from here, folks!”

JOHNSON: ”Something like that can certainly turn the tide of a match! I think Sativa just sent a statement to everyone here!”

VASSA: ”She sure as fuck did, goddamn!”

The Houston crowd are up on their feet, as Amber lands stomach first onto the barricade. Sativa takes a bow, as she slides under the bottom rope to capitalize on her opponent’s current state. Amber doesn’t stay down for long, Sativa picks her back up to her feet. She whips Amber towards the ring, spinning around and using that momentum to send Amber crashing back into the barricade again! Amber lands back first, again hurting those ribs once more.

Logan Whitby yells at Sativa to knock it off, threatening to begin his ten count. Sativa ignores his commands, opting instead to pick Amber Ryan back up to her feet. This gives the referee no choice, as he begins to start his count! The battle continues on the outside despite this.

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

With Amber back up, Sativa quickly sends her to the mat with a hard scoop slam. Amber lands back first, the thin mat not providing much support from the concrete below it. Sativa grabs the back of Amber’s head, driving several forearms into her face as Logan Whitby continues his count. Sativa almost seems to ignore it all, as she continues to rain down forearm after forearm!

“Six! … Seven! … Eight! … Nine!”

Not wanting to get counted out, Sativa slides into the ring and quickly rolls back to the outside. Logan Whitby says something to her, but she gives him the middle finger. She looks to continue her attack on Amber, who has actually gotten back up. This doesn’t deter Sativa, as she connects with an Elbow shot. Sativa drives Amber back first into the ring apron! Logan Whitby doesn’t have much time to react, as Sativa throws Amber Ryan back into the ring. With the damage done, she immediately scrambles to cover her opponent for another pinfall attempt.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

To her surprise, Amber still has fight in her. Sativa slowly nods, understanding what she’ll need to do to win this match. She quickly picks Amber up, looking to connect with another Northern Lights Suplex. Amber has the move scouted though, dragging Sativa down into the Cattle Mutilation! The crowd wasn’t expecting that, and neither was Sativa. Sativa screams out in pain, as Amber pushes herself into a bridge. She tries to create as much pressure on Sativa’s shoulders as possible. Sativa tries to extend her foot towards a nearby bottom rope, as Amber keeps the hold locked on!

JOHNSON: ”Is she going to be able to break out?!”

VASSA: ”Look! Her foot is almost there!”

Sativa is able to get to the bottom rope, Logan Whitby steps in to tell Amber to break the hold. Amber does, as she quickly gets Sativa back up to her feet. She drives a few forearm shots into Sativa’s face, payback from earlier in the match Sativa tries to recover, but Amber drills her face first into the mat with a Hurricanrana Driver! She follows that up with a Spinning Heel Kick, staggering Sativa into the corner. Amber charges towards her opponent, who moves out of the way. Amber uses her momentum to quickly climb up the turnbuckle, catching Sativa in a Tornado DDT!

This doesn’t stop Sativa much, as Amber has taken a lot of damage in this match. She gets to her feet, but eats a barrage of punches from Amber. Amber gets in close, her dirty boxing being put on display as Sativa cannot seem to get away from it. Amber cuts her off every time she tries to escape, a spinning elbow staggering Sativa for the moment! Amber connects with a leaping enziguri kick, following that up with a corkscrew neckbreaker! Sativa looks out of it, leaving her in prime position for Amber to strike. Amber grabs her opponent, lifting her up into the Vertebreaker position! She wastes no time, planting Sativa into the mat as she covers her for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Amber is fully fired up, she waits for Sativa to get back up to her feet. Amber grabs her and tries for a Scissored DDT. Amber attempts to drive her towards the mat but Sativa is able to step forward. She spins around, still holding Amber’s arm and pulls her into a devastating clothesline! Sativa looks to have recovered from the offense, she picks Amber Ryan back up to her feet and again tries for the Cutter. She leaps at Amber, but Amber is able to push her away as she blocks the attempt. With Sativa losing sight of her opponent, Amber is able to grab her and drive her face first into the mat with the Scissored DDT! Sativa lands hard, as Amber quickly covers her for the pinfall!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

The Houston crowd is into the match now, as Amber has swung the momentum back her way. Both competitors get back to their feet, Amber driving a forearm right into the mouth of Sativa! With her opponent staggered, Amber attempts to climb up the turnbuckle behind her. Sativa recovers, grabbing Amber from behind. Sativa pulls Amber off of the turnbuckle, but Amber charges her again. Sativa ducks, and connects with a Pele Kick! Amber slumps to the canvas, as Sativa quickly covers her for the win!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”So close!!”

VASSA: ”Amber is taking a lot of punishment here, Sativa needs to keep pouring it on!”

Sativa is surprised. but keeps her focus as Amber stays on the canvas. Sativa makes a motion, looking to end this match. She picks Amber up, placing her into the piledriver position! Amber can’t do much, with her arms hooked, but she fights and wiggles back to her feet! Sativa is surprised, as Amber pops up and takes her down with another hurricanrana! Sativa rolls over, she snaps back up to her feet but Amber lands a huge running front dropkick! Sativa crashes into the corner, allowing Amber to set her up on the top turnbuckle facing the crowd

Amber looks fired up, she quickly scales the turnbuckle, standing on the second one. She wraps her arms around Sativa’s waist, looking to connect with the Avalanche Spider Suplex! Sativa has recovered just enough to fight back, an elbow connects with Amber’s head. She loosens her grip, as Sativa delivers another hard shot! Amber falls to the mat, allowing Sativa a chance to recover. She looks down at her opponent, and begins to set herself up. The crowd starts to buzz, recognizing that Sativa might be going for something big here!

JOHNSON: ”Looks like Sativa is setting up for that Phoenix Splash she likes to call ‘Leaf on the Wind’.”

VASSA: ”She hits that and this one could be over!”

Sativa steadies herself, as she climbs to the top rope. With Amber still down, Sativa slowly gets her feet under her. She readies herself, standing up slowly as the crowd looks on with anticipation. Sativa rises, leaping off of the turnbuckle for her Phoenix Splash BUT AMBER GETS HER KNEES UP IN TIME!

JOHNSON: ”AMBER REVERSES!”

VASSA: ”SATIVA ATE ALL OF THAT!”

Amber grabs hold of Sativa, who is resting on her knees. Amber quickly rolls her up into a cradle, Sativa’s shoulders pinned to the mat!

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

SATIVA GETS HER SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT! Amber Ryan and the crowd cannot believe it, as they thought the referee’s hand had made the count. Amber stays on the mat, trying to think up a way to finish this match now. Sativa fights to get back up, as she holds her midsection. Amber lashes out with a jumping forearm shot, but Sativa responds with a BICYCLE KNEE ATTACK! Amber’s legs look to go out, as Sativa quickly grabs her. She drops her to the mat with a STO, quickly locking in the KOJI CLUTCH!

JOHNSON: ”NIGHTY NIGHT!”

VASSA: ”Amber is trapped! She’s in the middle of the ring!!”

Amber’s eyes go wide, as Sativa pulls back on the move! Amber has nowhere to go, so she does the only thing she can think of. She pushes forward, pinning Sativa’s shoulders to the mat!

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe it!”

VASSA: ”What just happened?!”

“Shatter Me” plays as Amber Ryan has her hand raised in victory. Sativa looks confused, but quickly realizes what happened. She looks disappointed, as Amber leaves the ring. The crowd applauds both competitors for their fight here tonight, but only the Distorted Angel is leaving with a shot at the Pride championship.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, AMBER RRYYAANN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Amber Ryan took a beating, but it only took her one opportunity to set the match in her favor!”

VASSA: ”Sativa almost had her! Amber Ryan was able to push her forward, and pin her shoulders to the mat.”

JOHNSON: ”Obviously you feel bad for Sativa tonight, but what a performance she put on. It was Amber’s experience that proved the factor here tonight!”

VASSA: ”Now she moves on to face Bryan Williams at Ante Up! Things just got very interesting…”

One more time the camera returns backstage, where the Monopoly game has taken a turn for the dramatic – Hubert Smalls’ money now exceeds that of the remaining in the bank, while the rest of the players’ money is almost completely depleted. The properties in the board are now almost exclusively in his hands.

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD! Hubert Smalls is cleaning house right now!”

VASSA: “I told you Steve, he was gonna KILL this game! Say, wanna play him sometime?”

JOHNSON: “I’m not trusting him with my money, folks, that’s for certain.”

Lil’ Boeing has the dice, but he sets them down, shaking his head.

BOEING: ”You know what? My man Hubert here, he OWNS the bank, the board, and y’all asses, so ain’t no point for me to go against him. What I’m gonna do is hand over my assets to him, and I’m gonna just sit back here and see him render you more broke than Gabriel Hartman.”

He hands his Title Deeds and money to Hubert Smalls, then kicks back on his chair, putting his feet up against the table.

VASSA: ”HA! That was a good one!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not sure I celebrate a co-worker’s bankruptcy, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Why you gotta ruin my fun, Steve?”

It’s Nirvana’s turn now, his cat standing on Marvin Gardens. His eyes closing as he tightly clenches the dice in his fist.

NIRVANA: ”Please don’t let it be Boardwalk, please don’t let it be Boardwalk…”

He rolls a 4 and a 6 for a total of 10… landing him exactly in the Boardwalk, where Hubert Smalls has built a hotel.

NIRVANA: ”SON OF A BITCH!”

Lil’ Boeing grabs the Boardwalk Title Deed.

BOEING: ”Okay, Nurvy – you get to stay in the top property in the game, for the modical sum of $2000!”

Nirvana reaches frantically in his capital, managing only $1500.

NIRVANA: ”Motherfuck, I’m broke.”

FERNANDEZ: ”I TOLD YOU MANG! I TOLD YOU, DON’T GO ALL OUT! I told you, DON’T TAKE THE MORTGAGE! NO BUT YOU WOULDN’T LISTEN! WELL YOU STUPID FUCK – LOOK AT YOU NOW!”

NIRVANA: ”IT WAS MY GODDAMNED ALIMONY OKAY!?”

FERNANDEZ: ”And now you can’t even pay that shit, chico.”

With Nirvana and Lil’ Boeing done, it’s Mariano’s turn now. He rolls a 2 and a 3, landing him in a Chance card.

FERNANDEZ: “Alright, mang. Let’s see what it says.”

Upon grabbing the card, however, his face turns red.

FERNANDEZ: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“GO TO JAIL”

The rest of the players break out in laughter, as Mariano facepalms.

JOHNSON: “Now THAT was unexpected, no one would have seen Manny in jail!”

VASSA: “I don’t even like the guy THAT much, but even I wouldn’t want him locked up.”

BOEING/SMALLS: “HA!”

NIRVANA: “YOU HAVE COMMITTED CRIMES AGAINST SKYRIM AND HER PEOPLE! WHAT SAY YOU IN YOUR DEFENSE!?”

FERNANDEZ: “GOD DAMNIT MANG, I AIN’T COMMIT ANY CRIMES!”

NIRVANA: “Your battleaxe can’t save you out of this one! Do not pass Go, do not collect $200!”

Sullenly, Mariano moves his Howitzer token to Jail.

JOHNSON: “MY GOD, MARIANO IN JAIL, NIRVANA AND BOEING BANKRUPT, THERE’S NO ONE LEFT BUT HUBERT SMALLS!”

VASSA: “YES! YES! HUBERT SMALLS IS THE WINNER!”

JOHNSON: “… I still can’t believe it.”

VASSA: “Better believe it, Steve, ‘cause Hubert Smalls is one RICH MAN!”

SMALLS/BOEING: ”WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The Friendly Skies high-five each other as Nirvana and Mariano hand their assets to Smalls.

BOEING: “Alright, we gotta split. You want another ass beating, play us again! Throw in some REAL cash this time okay?”

Slapping hands together, the Friendly Skies go about their way. Left alone, Mariano and Nirvana stare at each other one more time.

NIRVANA: “I HAD you on this one too.”

FERNANDEZ: “FOR THE LOVE OF TALOS! For the last time, mang, you ain’t got me either LAST time, nor THIS time. First Salsa Bear-De and now Hubert Smalls! This is yet ANOTHER inconclusive game.”

NIRVANA: “Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s going to conclude alright – At Ante-Up. With your life!”

FERNANDEZ: “Why do you ALWAYS have to take things to the extreme, chico?”

NIRVANA: “It’s a DEATHMATCH, remember?”

FERNANDEZ: “I KNOW, mang, I ain’t the senior here. Only thing that’s gonna die are your hopes of winning!”

NIRVANA: “We’ll see about that. Or not – after I gouge your eyes out with barbed wire.”

FERNANDEZ: “You like Riki-Oh, I like Fist of the North Star. You’re already dead, chico.”

They both turn around, heading their separate ways.

JOHNSON: ”And there you have it folks – yet another time where these two still can’t get one up on the other.”

VASSA: ”Don’t give me that crap, Steve – Nurvy had Manny beat both times!”

JOHNSON: ”Give me a break, Vinny – you’ve clearly seen it’s not the case. DA #TROLL GUY, the Midnight King – who’s the better? The answer will be revealed at Ante Up!”

MAIN EVENT
ANTE UP 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFIER
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. JOHNNY EVIL
VS. JETT WILDER VS. DAKOTA SMITH

POWERS: ”The following fatal four-way is scheduled for one fall!”

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

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

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

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring next!”

The lights dim in the arena as the intro to “Shut Your Mouth” by Pain begins to play. When the guitar kicks, pyro blasts from the stage as Johnny steps out from behind the curtain wearing his 4CW Tag Team Championship with it slung over his shoulder. With a bandage over his left hand, he holds the championship as he slaps the faceplate on the title a couple times using his other hand, with a smug arrogant smirk across his face, nodding his head slowly in approval as the audience boos in a rage he paces for a moment…

“…The only thing I ever wanted

The only thing I ever needed

Is my own way, I gotta have it all…”

Johnny steps around on the stage for a moment looking from side to side around the arena, mocking the audience before taking a few steps down the ramp.

“…I don’t want your opinion, I don’t need your ideas

Stay the fuck out of my face, stay away from me

I am my own God, I do as I please…

Just wipe your own ass and shut your mouth”

Johnny Evil stops halfway down the entrance ramp ans walks over toward the barricade, beginning to trash talk an audience member. After a moment of trash talk, Evil spits at them before continuing to walk down the rest of the ramp and slide into the ring.

POWERS: ”From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions… JOHNNY EEVVIILL!!!”

Johnny stands to his feet and paces around as the audience boos louder. Johnny pulls the championship from his shoulder and hoists it into the air before slowly back peddling to the corner where he drops to the canvas and takes a seat relaxing his arms on the bottom ropes as if the ring mat is his personal recliner.

JOHNSON: ”After what we saw earlier, I can’t believe that Johnny is actually going through with this match here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Dakota drove nails through his hand! He should be at a hospital right now.”

JOHNSON: ”With an opportunity like this, it’s amazing the lengths that people will go with something like the 4CW Championship on the line.”

POWERS: ”And our third competitor!”

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

Looking across the ring at Johnny and the Tag Team Championship, a smirk forms on Jett’s face. Quickly irritated, Evil pulls himself up to his feet before mouthing off in Jett’s direction as the official moves directly in their path, keeping peace before the sound of the bell.

POWERS: ”And last but not least!”

“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”

“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 throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic – his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.

POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is ‘The Butcher’, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the official. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.

VASSA: ”After what Dakota did to Johnny earlier, I love how he comes down to the ring and acts as if nothing happened.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s just another day in the office for The Butcher.”

VASSA: ”And what about two weeks ago? Evil had his number until Jett came around and blindly saved him.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh stop it you! Don’t sit there and act like that was the first time Dakota has escaped his fate sealed inside of a casket.”

VASSA: ”That could have been the one! Evil nailed it and everything. Then Jett comes along, playing hide and seek of all things, and finds Dakota. He wasn’t even looking for him in the first place!”

JOHNSON: ”Nonetheless, Jett saved him.”

VASSA: ”These three have a bit of tension riding on this match. This is for the final spot in the Fatal Four-way Sixty Minute Ironman match at Ante up for the 4CW Championship.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a huge opportunity where only one will be able to walk away with. This could literally be anyone’s match to win.”

VASSA: ”It’s up for grabs and all four men have an equal shot at taking it. This is a fatal four-way so literally anything can happen here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve already seen a bear beaten by a chair. We might as well finish the night off with a bang.”

With all four men ready in their corners, the official checks in with them all before calling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With Hollywood and Jett standing back, Evil and Dakota burst from their corners and charge towards each other until colliding in the center of the ring. Connecting with a right, Evil knocks Dakota off balance before following up with a left elbow to the dome. Twisting his body and swinging his arm around, Dakota throws a haymaker for Evil but comes up just inches short as Evil leans back to dodge the devastating blow. Firing back with another right, Evil drives his first into Dakota’s jaw before following up with a swift kick to his midsection. Pulling Dakota’s head between his legs, Evil gets him in a double underhook. As he attempts to lift Dakota up for the pedigree, Dakota wraps rips his arms away from Evil’s clutches before wrapping up his upper legs and lifting him into the air while standing straight up. As he straightens his body, Dakota tosses Evil over his head, flipping him over and dropping him onto his back against the canvas.

Racing in from the side, Hollywood hits Dakota with a stinging kick to the back of the thigh. Grabbing onto the Butcher, he turns him to face him before lunging forward and locking up with him. Pulling his head back, Dakota then slams it forward, hitting Hollywood with a vicious headbutt and knocking him away and a few steps back. Running in from behind as Hollywood stumbles backwards, Jett leaps forward, wrapping his arm around Hollywood’s head and planting him face first into the mat. Pushing himself up, Jett makes it to one knee before Dakota sweeps in and shoves him back to the mat. Pulling Hollywood up from the mat, Dakota then slaps him across the face before whipping him to the far corner.

As Hollywood crashes into the corner, Dakota is right there behind him, rushing in and aiming to take his head off with a clothesline. Ducking down, Hollywood thrusts himself forward, driving his shoulder into Dakota’s stomach. Instantly, Dakota spins around as his breath is taken away. Holding his stomach and slightly bent over, he staggers away from the corner and right into a running elbow to the face from Evil as he charges in. Dakota falls back towards the corner, sandwiching Hollywood against it. Grabbing onto the middle ropes on each side of the corner, Evil begins pulling himself forward as he lowers his shoulder, ramming it into Dakota’s midsection over and over. Standing tall, Evil then grabs onto Dakota and rips him away from the corner and drags him across the ring.

With his arms spread across the top ropes, Hollywood barely holds himself up as Jett races over from across the ring. Leaping into the air, Jett plants both feet into Hollywood’s stomach as he also grabs onto his shoulders with both hands. Falling backwards, Jett pulls Hollywood down with him and as his back rolls against the canvas, Jett extends his legs forward and launches Hollywood into the air with a monkey flip. Hitting the mat flat on his back, Hollywood rolls to an upright seated position in the center of the ring. Pushing himself back to his feet, Jett then takes off towards Hollywood. Leaping forward, Jett grabs onto Hollywood’s head as he flips over him, pulling his head down and slamming his face to the canvas right between his spread legs.

JOHNSON: ”We’re off to a hot start folks as there is literally madness stretched from one side of the ring to the other.”

VASSA: ”Evil is taking the ass whooping to Dakota and Jett, he’s making light work of Hollywood in the early stages of tonight’s main event.”

JOHNSON: ”I can’t help but wonder how much pain Evil must be feeling right now after having his hand literally nailed earlier in the night.”

VASSA: ”It’s bandaged up quite a bit but the blood is still flowing as the white bandage is now crimson.”

JOHNSON: ”Knowing him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s medicated himself quite a bit before coming out to the ring tonight.”

VASSA: ”Someone check his pupils!”

With Dakota backed against the corner, Evil unloads on him with rapid rights to the face. Punch after punch, he wears Dakota down, not giving him a single moment to retaliate. Changing up, Evil then draws back with his left hand and swings for the fences, connecting with a solid punch to Dakota’s mouth, whipping his head to the side as blood flies to the outside of the ring. Pulling his hand away from Dakota’s face, Evil begins to shake it back and forth, just realizing that his hand is injured. Obviously not feeling anything due to his self medication before the match, Evil begins yelling at his blood soaked hand. His yelling then turns to laughter as he balls up his fist. Squeezing tightly, droplets of blood begin to fall from his hand and down to the canvas. Slowly looking back to Dakota with a shit eating grin, Evil then grabs onto the back of his head with his right hand before hammering away with multiple lefts to Dakota’s face. Ignoring the pain he should be feeling in his hand, Evil continues slamming his fist against Dakota’s face, leaving his own blood smeared across it.

VASSA: ”Jesus Christ! Evil’s going to die of blood loss tonight while beating Dakota’s ass!”

JOHNSON: ”He seriously needs to get that wound checked out by a doctor.”

VASSA: ”He must be feeling fucking lit right now! That hand doesn’t even appear to be bothering him.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about it. He’s obviously had something to numb the pain tonight.”

As Evil continues beating Dakota senseless in the corner, Jett has Hollywood back on his feet in the center of the ring. Hitting him with back to back chops across the chest, Jett then locks onto Hollywood’s wrist before whipping him to the ropes. Coming back on the rebound, Hollywood runs right into Jett’s arms. Lifting Hollywood off his feet, Jett then spins his body around but before he can execute the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Hollywood locks his arm around Jett’s head and pulls him down, head first to the canvas with a DDT! Rolling over to his back, Hollywood stares up at the lights for a brief moment before slowly pushing himself back to his feet. With Jett face down to the mat, Hollywood walks over to Jett’s feet before reaching down and grabbing onto one with both hands. Lifting Jett’s foot into the air, he elevates his entire leg and in the blink of an eye, Hollywood slams it down, driving Jett’s knee into the canvas.

As Hollywood releases his foot, Jett rolls over to his back and pulls his knee to his chest, holding it with both hands close to his body. Walking over to Jett’s head, Hollywood then reaches down and pulls him up from the mat. Standing, Jett refuses to put any weight on his leg after the blunt knee attack moments before. Obviously not caring for Jett’s pains, Hollywood then goes to throw him to the nearby ropes. Unable to run with one leg, Jett hops forward on it a few times before stopping in front of the ropes. Extending and then bending his leg over and over, Jett begins to work it out but before he knows it, Hollywood is right there behind him. Wrapping both arms around Jett’s waist, Hollywood goes for the German suplex but Jett quickly extends both arms, grabbing onto the top rope. Dropping Jett back to his feet, Hollywood then squeezes him even tighter before repositioning his feet and attempting the German suplex a second time. Grabbing the ropes once more, Jett quickly keeps his weight down, denying Hollywood from slamming him to the mat. Dropping Jett back to his feet, Hollywood then pulls his arms away before extending them both to his sides. Swinging them in together, Hollywood slams both fists into Jett’s ribs, forcing him to pull his hands away from the ropes and hold his sides. Wrapping his arms around Jett’s waist again, and this time Jett’s arms as well, Hollywood then lifts him off his feet and drives him into the mat with a German suplex! Bridging the suplex, Hollywood holds Jett shoulders down to the mat as the official races over with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

As the officials hand inches closer and closer to the canvas for a third time, Evil rushes in, flying through the air and coming down on top of Hollywood’s back with a double axe-handle – breaking up the pin!

JOHNSON: ”Brian almost ended it right there!”

VASSA: ”And out of fucking nowhere!”

JOHNSON: ”Just one more split second and this thing would have been over folks.”

On top of Hollywood, Evil sits on top of him before holding his hands together and raising both arms high into the air. Swinging down with all of his might, he slams both hands right between Hollywood’s shoulder blades. Pushing himself up, he grabs a handful of Hollywood’s short hair and drags him off of Jett and across the ring. Pulling Hollywood up to his feet, Evil then slams him into the corner before grabbing onto the top rope and using it for leverage as he stomps onto Hollywood’s stomach over and over. Lifting Hollywood into the air, Evil sits him on top of the corner. Climbing up to the middle rope, Evil wraps his arm around Hollywood’s head before gazing out over the crowd with a blank stare. From behind, Dakota grabs onto the back of Evil’s pants waistband before pulling him down from the corner. Throwing him to the side, Dakota sends him directly into a dropkick from Jett, knocking him on his back.

Reaching up and wrapping his hand around Hollywood’s throat, Dakota holds his head in place as he draws back with his other hand before slapping Brian across the face. Climbing up to the middle ropes, still holding onto his throat, Dakota then jumps back as he pulls Hollywood away from the corner. Turning in mid-air, he then choke slams Hollywood to the canvas, driving the palm of his hand onto his throat. Not releasing his hold, Dakota then stands straight up, pulling Hollywood to his feet. Turning him around, he then wraps both arms around Hollywood’s waist before lifting him up and German suplexing him against the corner.

VASSA: ”The Butcher is back in it!”

JOHNSON: ”It takes a lot more than a few punches to the face or a casket to keep him down.”

VASSA: ”Ain’t that the truth.”

Across the ring, Jett has Evil on his toes, hitting him with lefts and rights as he gracefully bounces back and forth across the ring as if boxing came naturally to him. Spinning around and catching Johnny in the grill with a backfist, Jett knocks him off balance before turning to the nearby ropes. Leaping into the air, Jett plants both feet onto the middle rope and springboards off. Spinning around to face Evil, Jett closes in and wraps an arm around his head. Using his momentum, Jett continues to rotate, pulling Evil along with him before slamming his face into the mat with a springboard tornado DDT! Evil’s legs shoot straight into the air before he tips over like a falling tree and crashes tot he mat. Crawling over Evil, Jett quickly hooks his leg as the official slides in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Evil breaks the officials count before he can slap his hand to the mat for a second time. A look of surprise quickly comes over Jett’s face as his eyes widen, staring down at Evil in disbelief. Snapping out of it, Jett quickly pops back to his feet and turns to the ropes once more. Coming back on the rebound, he slides to the mat feet first, driving both of them into the side of Evil’s head with a baseball slide. Rolling over to his stomach, Evil shakes off the blow to his head and forcefully begins to push himself up to all fours. Rising back to his feet, Jett then takes off for the opposite ropes and as he returns, Evil leans up to both knees, just in time for Jett to slide feet first again, this time keeping his upper half level with Johnny as he nearly takes his head off with a sliding clothesline!

Up to one knee, Jett is then grabbed from behind as Dakota locks onto the back of his head with one hand. Pulling Jett up the rest of the way, Dakota turns him around before looking him dead in the eyes. Fear overcomes Jett as he stares Death in the eyes. Licking his bloody lips, Dakota then drags Jett across the ring, pulling him by the hair, before throwing him forward and through the ropes. Falling to the outside, Jett rolls across the floor before slamming into a couple of unoccupied steel chairs at ringside placed there for the ringside crew members.

Back in the ring, Dakota pulls Evil up to his feet before backing him against the adjacent ropes to where Jett went out of. Wrapping his hand tightly around Evil’s left wrist, Dakota holds Evil’s hand up before poking at it with his other hands index finger. Pressing against the blood soaked bandage, Dakota forces blood to ooze from it and travel down his hand and forearm. Moaning in agony, Evil finally begins to feel the pain in his hand from the nails driven into it by Dakota earlier in the night. With his free hand covered in Evil’s blood, Dakota then draws back and slaps Evil across the face, smearing his own blood over him. His demeanor then changes suddenly as Dakota grows angry. Grabbing Evil by the back of the head, he then pulls him away from the ropes before throwing him through the adjacent ones where Jett had fallen from earlier.

VASSA: ”There’s blood in the water and Dakota has come to feed!”

JOHNSON: ”By the look on Evil’s face, I think it’s safe to say that the pain is finally beginning to kick in and whatever he has taken to numb it has worn off.”

On the outside, Evil and Jett slowly climb to their feet. Staring ahead at Jett, Evil begins yelling at him, rambling on about nothing. Frightening Jett to say the least, Evil backs him against the barricade at ringside. Screaming at Jett as loud as he can, Evil then draws back and takes a swing for The Future Amazing Great.

CCCLLLUUUNNNKKK!!!

Out of nowhere, Jett grabs one of the steel chairs at his side, holding it up in front of his face as Evil’s left injured hand slams against it. Yelling in pain, Evil quickly pulls his hand away before turning in the opposite direction and walking over to the ring. Laying his hand across the top of the apron, Evil leans over, catching his breath and fighting the tremendous pain running through his arm. Inside the ring, Dakota stands on the other side of the ropes and looking down at Evil’s hand, a lightbulb goes off in his head. Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Dakota uses it up pull himself up and over as he jumps into the air. Once gravity takes hold, Dakota then comes down, slamming his foot down and stomping onto Evil’s hand. Evil tries to pull his hand away but can’t as Dakota’s weight alone prevents him from doing so. Twisting his foot back and forth, Dakota digs down into Evil’s hand with his weight remaining on it.

Dakota then pulls his foot away and before Evil can get away from him, Dakota reaches down and grabs two handfuls of hair. Pulling up, Dakota tries to lift him off his feet and up onto the apron. Reaching up, Evil grabs Dakota’s hands, trying to pull them away, leaving his midsection exposed. Throwing the chair to the floor, Jett then rushes in and leaps into the air. Kicking his feet forward, Jett drives them both into Evil’s stomach with a dropkick. That along forces Evil’s struggle to come to an end. Dakota then jerks him off his feet and pulls him up onto the apron before pushing him through the ropes and back into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”And with help from Dakota, Johnny Evil has entered the ring once again ladies and gents.”

VASSA: ”He isn’t getting any pity with that bum hand either. First Jett forces him to strike a chair with it and then Dakota stomps on it. It’s going to be a mangled mess by the end of the night.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s the position Johnny put himself in by deciding to continue in this match instead of seeking medical attention.”

VASSA: ”Gotta love pain meds!”

Climbing through the ropes. Dakota looks ahead and follows the bloody trail across the mat leading to Evil as he crawls across the ring. Stalking, Dakota slowly follows behind him, licking his lips with a look of hunger in his eyes. Just as he steps forward in a hurry to attack, Hollywood pops back into the picture and hits Dakota with an overhead right to the head. Turning to face Hollywood, Dakota gets with two more before Hollywood kicks him in the stomach and then lifts him off his feet. Body slamming Dakota in the center of the ring, Hollywood then turns to the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, he hits Dakota with a leg drop, landing on his throat and pinning his head to the mat as his feet shoot up into the air.

From the outside, Jett slides back into the ring. Waiting for Hollywood to rise to his feet, Jett then rushes in behind him and hits him with a drop kick to the back of the knee. Falling backwards, Hollywood slams against the mat before reaching down and holding onto his knee with both hands. With both Hollywood and Dakota down, Jett looks across their bodies and spots Evil slowly pulling himself up with the ropes. Stepping over the bodies in front of him, Jett steps in behind Evil and grabs onto his head, assisting him the rest of the way up to his feet. Turning Evil around, Jett is quickly taken off guard as Evil reaches forward with both hands, raking Jett’s eyes.

With a right, Evil hits the F.A.G. in the mouth with a solid jab. He then grabs onto both of Jett’s shoulders and holds him in place as he lunges his head forward, hitting Jett with a head splitting headbutt. Staggering backwards, Jett regains his footing after half a dozen or so steps. Looking up, his eyes light up as Evil rushes in on him, hitting him underneath the chin with a European uppercut. Popping Jett’s head back and forcing him to look up at the lights, Evil then ducks his shoulder before bursting forward. Wrapping both arms around Jett’s waist and driving him shoulder into his stomach, Evil begins pushing Jett backwards across the ring until the two come to an abrupt stop, with Jett’s back slamming against the corner. Throwing wild lefts and rights, Jett fights to get Evil off of him until his fighting comes to an end the second Evil grabs onto the ropes and uses them to pull himself forward, lifting his knee and planting it square on Jett’s crotch.

Howling in pain, Jett’s face begins turning bright red as he gasps for air. Pulling Jett away from the corner, Evil then grabs onto the back of his head with his right hand before dropping down to one knee. Pulling Jett’s head down, Evil slams him face first onto his elevated knee. Falling over to his side, Jett holds down hands over his face as Evil begins snickering at the sight. Pushing himself back to his feet, Evil then begins stomping on Jett’s stomach over and over. Grabbing onto Jett’s foot, Evil drags him close to the nearby ropes before dipping through them and stepping out onto the apron. Turning back to face the ring, Johnny then grabs onto the top rope, using it to pull himself up as he jumps into the air. Landing both feet onto the top rope, Evil then springboards off before flying through the air and coming down across Jett’s chest with an elbow drop!

JOHNSON: ”Jett looks like he’s in trouble right now.”

VASSA: ”Evil is taking the fight to his front door step.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t see how Evil can even continue any further. Any second now I’m expecting him to collapse to the mat from blood loss.”

VASSA: ”Luckily this is the last match of the night because that ring is a mess. It’s looks like a murder scene straight out of a horror flick. There’s blood everywhere!”

Rolling over to the side and over top of Jett, Evil nonchalantly makes the cover, leaning across Jett as the official sweeps in with the count.

ONE

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Before the two, Dakota pulls Evil off of Jett and breaks up the pinfall. Dragging Evil backwards across the ring, Dakota leaves another trail of blood behind as Evil’s hand drags along the mat. Before he can pull Evil to his feet, Hollywood rushes in and rips Dakota’s hands away from him. Chopping Dakota across the chest, Hollywood then throws a right but misses as Dakota ducks underneath and counters with an elbow shot to the midsection. Reaching up and grabbing onto Hollywood’s head, Dakota then drops down to his knees, pulling Hollywood down and hitting him with a jawbreaker. His body stiffens as his head bounces off of Dakota’s. Taking baby steps backwards, Hollywood looks up to the ceiling as he holds his jaw with both hands.

Out of nowhere, Jett flies through the air, laying Hollywood out with a clothesline from behind. Hitting the mat and rolling forward, Jett rises back to his feet and face to face with The Butcher. Stopping in his tracks, a frightening look comes to Jett’s face as he looks Dakota in the eyes. Suddenly, Dakota reaches forward and wraps his hand around Jett’s throat. Grabbing onto Dakota’s wrist and forearm with both hands, Jett struggles to pull Dakota’s hand away from his throat. Squeezing tighter and tighter, Dakota begins to choke Jett, forcing his face to slowly turn red.

From behind, Evil hits Dakota over the back with a double axe-handle, forcing him to release Jett. Stepping in beside Jett, the two then kick Dakota in the stomach simultaneously, forcing him to buckle over. Draping each of Dakota’s arms over their heads, the two then grab the back of Dakota’s pants before lifting him off his feet, straight into the air, and over crashing to the mat with a double suplex. Rising at the same time, Jett and Evil look to each other in a stare down momentarily before cutting their attention back to Dakota. Reaching down, Evil goes for Dakota but before he can grab onto him, Jett levels him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head.

In a hurry, Evil pushes himself back to his feet but before he can get them settled, Jett charges in and hits him with a spinning backhand to the face, knocking him into the corner. Stunned, Evil shakes his head back and forth, trying to clear the cobwebs. Backing up to the center of the ring, Jett then begins playing to the crowd, gaining their support as they rally behind him, screaming louder and louder as each second passes. Taking off from stand still, Jett runs towards Evil in the corner before leaping into the air and soaring in his direction. Closing in, Jett connects with the body splash. As his feet drop back down to the mat, Jett steps out of the way as Evil stumbles forward, barely able to stay on his feet but somehow manages to do so. Bumping into Dakota’s back as he pounds away at Hollywood on his knees, Evil grabs The Butcher’s attention. Instantly, Dakota snarls as he spins around and kicks Evil in the gut. Grabbing onto Evil’s head, Dakota then slams him face first into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster!

VASSA: ”Dakota with the facebuster!”

JOHNSON: ”Evil has really slowed down compared to where he was at the start of the match.”

VASSA: ”Whatever he took has worn off and it’s just him relying on his own senses.”

JOHNSON: ”Everyone is beaten and battered in this match. It’s been a brawl since the sound of the bell.”

VASSA: ”It’s the last ticket to the big match at Ante Up. I know two people in this match would literally kill to walk away the winner tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure Dakota and Johnny would in a heartbeat.”

VASSA: ”I was talking about Jett.”

JOHNSON: ”Wait, what?”

Pushing himself up, Dakota whips around and then takes a wild swing in Jett’s direction. Ducking through the ropes in an instant, Jett escapes to the apron, avoiding The Butcher at all costs. Turning his back to Jett, Dakota then looks ahead as Hollywood is slowly rising to his feet. Just as Brian stands, Dakota shuffles towards him before planting a solid kick to the gut. Pulling Hollywood’s head in beside his body, Dakota locks his arm around it before reaching down with his other hand and hooking his leg. Lifting Hollywood up for a fisherman’s suplex, Dakota then transitions the move into a sit-out spinebuster!

JOHNSON: ”There it is! Deadman Wonderland!”

VASSA: ”Say goodnight Hollywood!”

Sitting up and looking down at Hollywood, Dakota takes a short moment to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Jett quickly climbs the corner from the outside and once at the top, he lines himself up with Evil for a straight shot. Leaning forward and crawling over Hollywood, Dakota then goes to make the cover as Jett launches himself into the air from the corner high above.

JOHNSON: ”Jett’s in flight!”

VASSA: ”It’s swag splash time baby!”

Dropping in beside Dakota over top of Hollywood, the official begins his count as Jett comes down onto Evil.

JOHNSON: ”NNNOOOOOO!!!”

ONE

Curling his legs and pointing his knees upward, Evil counters Jett’s Swag Splash as the Future Amazing Great lands across his knee caps.

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TWO

Bouncing off of Evil’s knees, Jett flips over and crashes on his back against the mat.

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”This one is over folks!”

JOHNSON: ”Dakota has won it ladies and gentlemen and will be entering the Fatal Four-way Sixty Minute Iron Man match at Ante Up as the last qualifier!”

VASSA: ”After a long and painful main event, it’s all finally come to an end.”

“Welcome To Hell” hits the speakers as Dakota slowly rises to his feet, looking over the entire ring at the fallen bodies scattered across the canvas. Stepping in beside him, the official attempts to grab his arm but before he can raise it, Dakota snatches it away. Lunging at the official, Dakota scares him as he darts to the other side of the ring, jumping through the ropes in a hurry before running up the ramp.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Hearing his name called throughout the entire arena, is grabs his attention as he looks upward to the rafters as if the voice were coming from the skies above. Cracking his neck from left to right, he then surveys the damage on the canvas once more before looking to the furthest corner and marching over to it. Climbing to the top, he pounds his chest with both fists before raising both arms into the air, roaring over the Houston crowd.

VASSA: ”If this four-way wasn’t brutal enough, he’ll have to go into an even tougher one in three weeks at Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: ”This was definitely a nice warm up for whoever won it here tonight and that person just so happens to be, Dakota Smith!”

VASSA: ”There we have it. Jason Cashe, Adrian Tanner Jr., and Dakota Smith will all climb into the ring with the 4CW Champion, Bronx Valescence, with the championship on the line in what could arguably be the longest sixty minutes of their lives.”

JOHNSON: ”This will be the third time 4CW has held this sixty minute match but in my opinion, without a single doubt, this is by far the most stacked the match has been in terms of talent.”

VASSA: ”We definitely have four of the biggest names in 4CW right now all headed to Vegas to throw down and see who will emerge as the 4CW Champion.”

JOHNSON: ”We only have three more weeks to wait until 4CW’s anniversary of its first ever pay-per-view, or as we called it just over a year ago, supercard.”

VASSA: ”Don’t fear folks! While Ante Up may not be for three more weeks, there will still be plenty of 4CW action to catch as we get closer and closer to the big day, June twenty-eighth!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s right we do! Next Friday we have the second edition of Octane. Then the week after that, we have a smaller Adrenaline scheduled for the twenty-first in Phoenix, Arizona!”

VASSA: ”There’s some good graps in the lineup folks and it doesn’t get any better than right here in 4CW!”

JOHNSON: ”Well there you have it. That’s all the time we have for tonight. Be sure to catch all of the 4CW action over the next few weeks as we get closer and closer to Ante Up. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”

Cutting back to the ring, Dakota continues to look over the crowd with his arms now dropped down to his sides. Hopping down from the corner, he marches around the ring, taking one last final look at each of the three still down on the canvas. Dipping through the ropes, he then drops down to the outside before heading up the ramp as the scene slowly begins to fade out to the Showtime logo.