“Bulls On Parade blares throughout the GCW Arena as the picture opens to a shot from inside of the ring. The crowd is packed here tonight as we’re just one week away from 4CW’s pay-per-view, Ante Up. Throughout the crowd, signs upon signs are held by the fans in attendance, only a few grabbing the cameraman’s attention.

JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson!”
VASSA: ”And I’m the one making sure you don’t fall asleep listening to this clown, VINNY VASSA!!!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know about all of that, but good for you. I’m glad that you feel that way about yourself.”
VASSA: ”Jesus Christ, calm down Steve. I was only kidding.”
JOHNSON: ”Anyway… we come to you live from the GCU Arena right here in Phoenix, Arizona!”
VASSA: ”We’re just a week away from Ante Up folks but have one more stop tonight before we travel to the big show.”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”A lot of the normal faces you see on Adrenaline will not be competing due to the pay-per-view next week, but we still have an exciting lineup in store for you all. Steve, tell the fine folks watching what we have planned for the evening.”
JOHNSON: ”There may be quite a few names not listed on the card tonight but that doesn’t mean that 4CW won’t deliver it’s standalone product that you all have grown accustomed to. First up, we ha–“
The entire arena goes dark as the noise level within the GCU arena rises from the fans anticipating what’s to come next.
VASSA: ”What the hell?!”
JOHNSON: ”You’ve got to be kidding me! Can I at least finish my dang sentence?!”
Machine guns echo throughout the arena as lasers fire in all directions. Nearly a minute passes before the laser show comes to an end and the guns silence. At that moment, a high pitched whistle blares over the speakers. As if coming from a distance, the sound grows louder and louder before the entire entrance stage explodes with pyro. Once again, darkness consumes the arena momentarily before a bright white light shines from the entrance way. The stage is engulfed in smoke and the entrance way, it grows brighter and brighter. A silhouette of a figure then appears and walking through the smoke, it steps onto the stage. Standing in the center of the stage, the figure remains motionless and after half a minute passes, a spotlight from above shines down, revealing that figure to be no one other than the man himself, Perry Wallace.
WALLACE: ”War is upon us…”
He says before looking over the arena, standing in the smoke as it slowly dissipates around him.
WALLACE: ”As if Ante Up just couldn’t be enough, there’s more.”
The large screens behind him and above the entrance then light up with a picture of a globe stretched from one end to the other.
WALLACE: ”In just two weeks following Ante Up, we’ll witness thirty talents all come together and battle with one another inside of one ring, one battleground. The 4 Corners Frenzy!”
Turning in place, he walks through the smoke still lingering at towards the end of the stage.
WALLACE: ”Thirty people, one winner, one prize for the opportunity to challenge for THE biggest championship in this entire sport.”
Stopping in his tracks, he slowly tilts his head back, looking up to the ceiling before raising the microphone to his lips.
The winner of the Fatal Four-Way Sixty Minute Iron Man match at Ante Up will face with the winner of the 4 Corners Frenzy Match!”
Turning in the opposite direction, he then walks alone the edge of the stage to the other side.
WALLACE: ”The 4 Corners Frenzy is just the start of 4CW’s first worldwide tour! It will be the start of global warfare because shortly following Adrenaline Sixty-Nine, we jump straight into the pit with Tag-Team Warfare! Thirty teams participating in qualifiers at Adrenaline Seventy and Seventy-One for fifteen spots to enter in Bad Company where it all comes to an end.”
Stopping at the edge of the stage, he looks over the dark crowd briefly before continuing.
WALLACE: ”Bad Company. We might as well call this world war because when those fifteen teams plus the 4CW Tag Team Champions collide at Bad Company, the remains are going to be a fucking nuclear holocaust!”
The screens behind him then display an atomic bomb exploding and destroying everything in its path.
WALLACE: ”The 4CW Tag Team Championships WILL be on the line to those teams participating both in and out of 4CW. Not only will the championships be on the line, but so will one million dollars to the winning team!
One million fucking dollars of cold hard cash to the team who proves themselves to be the dominant team in all of wrestling! People have killed for less. What are they willing to do with these stakes?”
The words “Bad Company” then appear on the screens above him as the atomic blast slowly fades to nothing.
WALLACE: ”This will be the first time that Bad Company takes place as a pay-per-view and goddamnit, it’s going to be huge! Thirty teams worldwide will have the opportunity to climb into the trenches with the 4CW Tag Team Champions in a one night tournament with everything on the line. The belts. The money. Their pride.
And if by some chance the two who will find themselves in the 4CW Championship match aren’t competing in the one night tag team tournament, then there will be a 4CW Championship match at Bad Company as well. Let me make this clear right here, right now. Bad Company is primarily a tag team event first and foremost. But there is a chance we could have one HUGE singles match for the top championship in the business today. Either way, whatever happens, it’s guaranteed to be one hell of a fucking show.
There are quite a few BIG things coming your way here in 4CW folks. I just hope that we don’t destroy the world before it all comes to fruition.
I love the smell of Napalm in the morning.”
Fire then begins erupting from various spots along the stage. Standing in the middle of it all, Perry extends his arms and tilts his head back, looking to the ceiling until it all comes to an end and darkness swallows the entire arena.

Coming to the backstage area we find ourselves watching as Gabriel Hartman looks around. Looking like he is expecting someone, about ready to give up until Jett Wilder strolls into frame with a smirk on his face.

WILDER: “Hey there Gabe.”

Hartman who has several issues with several roster member’s, rolls his eyes having to dislike Jett’s pedestrian levels of professionalism one of the most annoying.

HARTMAN: ”Little late Jett but let’s jump right into it. You have voiced concerns lately with being left off the Ante Up card. You wrestle tonight but what are your plans if any for Ante Up?”

Shaking his head Jett does not seem to like being reminded of the fact he was left out in the dust for Ante Up.

WILDER: ”Perry’s clear disdain for me aside. I was left off Ante Up and it is a sham. But you know what? There is a opening. And at first? I thought to myself don’t reward them. Don’t reward them with showing up and competing for their show. But you know what? I am not some scared little boy. I dust myself off when I get knocked down. So I am going to keep this very short and very short, sending a message to one man and the rest of the roster as well.”

Jett pushes Hartman out of the only frustrating him more as he gives up and walks off in anger. As Wilder steps up into the camera.

WILDER: ”Viduus..Everyone else. I am coming for that Extreme belt. And I don’t care if I got to be the one hiding or the one seeking. I will leave with that title. Because Perry and 4CW staff may not care about me. But I care about these fans, and without me? This show bombs. So I’ll be there and Viduus you may scare everyone else? But you don’t scare me. So that Extreme title?”

Jett pauses for dramatic effect.

WILDER: ”It’s coming home with me!”

Jett walks off the set, heading off to get ready for his match later tonight which he seems to be looking very much so past as the shows first match gets underway.


POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The lights along the tron pulsate while the arena is engulfed in darkness. Each time the bass hits the lights flash on around the entrance tunnel. The beat starts to pick up pace as the crowd begins to stir in their seats and a level of excitement begins to reach its peak. Continuing to thump, the music starts to form a melody.
POWERS: ”Hailing from Los Angeles California, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds, he is ‘The Antivist’… DEAN JJUUDDAASS!!!”
Just as Judas is announced for the match the first verse of the song is nearing its end. Anticipation is at an all-time high as the crowd can barely sit on the edge of their seats anymore. Everyone knows what’s coming but it doesn’t change the hype. The song hammers with every pulse being felt throughout the arena, a series of bright blinding white lights flash in time. Wind and smoke chaotically collect, swirl and clash on the entrance stage until it engulfs the entire stage whole. The chorus kicks in heavy with 808s banging.
”Oh my God, oh my God
If I die, I’m a legend
When they lay me down to rest, I know I was always reppin
Oh my God, my whole life, my words been my greatest weapon
I know I. I know I, been the coast greatest blessin.”

Out walks Dean Judas with a grin on his face and cocky swagger about him. Strolling down the ramp as the music continues to overpower the crowd’s attempts to boo Dean into submission. Like a man possessed Dean continues his slow walk towards the ring. Bypassing all the fans with a focused look he hops into the ring. Marching towards the turnbuckle he ascends upwards. Judas stands atop the turnbuckle looking out onto the crowd with confidence as they continue to shower him with boos. Pounding his chest like a beast, Judas cracks his trademark crooked smile flashing his pearly whites. Hopping down off of the turnbuckle Judas appears primed and ready for the match.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
Number Girl’s “Tattoo Ari” blares out and yellow and red lights flash around all over the arena as the guitar riff starts and mingles with the mixed reaction from the fans.

Kimitsu Zombie darts out of the entrance way in her bosozoku uniform carrying a bottle of shochu.
POWERS: ”Now, weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds and hailing from Kimitsu, Japan! It’s the ‘Little Yokai’, KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”
Kimitsu drinks from the shochu bottle as she struts to the ring as she takes in the crowds reaction of cheers and jeers. She grins and where she climbs a turnbuckle bobbing to the music.

She takes a long chug of shochu and screams in satisfaction with her tongue out. She jumps down into the ring to wait while sipping from her shochu bottle.
JOHNSON: ”Kimitsu made her 4CW debut two weeks ago on Adrenaline Sixty-Seven.”
VASSA: ”Things didn’t quite work out in her favor. She was outsized from the start nearly three to one.”
JOHNSON: ”It was a tough debut nonetheless. She wasn’t able to walk away with the victory but she showed us all here in 4CW that she can definitely bring the pain inside of those ropes.”
VASSA: ”In terms of size, she isn’t getting a break this week either.”
JOHNSON: ”One hundred pounds in weight alone. Her opponent is nearly double hers!”
VASSA: ”Dean Judas makes his 4CW debut tonight and I couldn’t be any more excited to be honest.”
JOHNSON: ”He came into 4CW with quite a bit of buzz revolving around him due to his past accomplishments.”
VASSA: ”He sure has but you know what we say!”
JOHNSON: ”No, actually I don’t.”
VASSA: ”Oh, well damn. Something about proving yourself here in 4CW or something. I don’t know. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Wasting no time, Dean explodes in his 4CW debut with bum-rush attack, backing Kimitsu into the corner with multiple knee strikes and chops. With nowhere to go, Kimitsu braces herself as Dean draws back and fires away, landing a vicious forearm shot to her face and knocking the back of her head against the turnbuckle. Kimitsu’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and as it does, Dean hits her underneath the chin with a European uppercut, knocking her head into it once again!
Pulling Kimitsu away from the corner, Dean wraps her up before lifting her into the air and slamming her to the mat with a T-bone suplex. Back on his feet, Dean circles Kimitsu momentarily before pulling her up and lifting her into the air. Holding her sideways, he then falls back and throws her overhead with a fallaway slam. Sitting up, Dean curls his biceps to show off for the crowd before standing back to his feet.
Lifting Kimitsu up from the mat, Dean hits her with two more forearm smashes as he backs her across the ring. Pressing Kimitsu’s back against the ropes, Dean locks onto her arm and whips her to the opposite ropes across the ring. As Kimitsu comes back on the rebound, Dean runs at her and kicks his foot up from the mat, aiming right for her head with a running big boot. Dropping to the mat feet first, Kimitsu slides underneath his leg as it passes by overhead.
JOHNSON: ”Kimitsu dodges that blow to the face.”
VASSA: ”Being smaller isn’t always a bad thing. In that instance, it helped her out quite a bit.”
Popping back up to her feet, Kimitsu braces herself as Dean spins around and kicks for her mid-section. Catching his leg, kimitsu takes him down with a dragon screw takedown. The two race back to their feet, Kimitsu standing first and rushing in for the attack as Dean rises. Catching him off guard, she lays into him with a nasty kicking combination, backing him across the ring as each kick lands hard against his legs and ribs. Looking to the ropes to her right, she jumps up onto the second rope and springboards off. Turning around in mid-air, she locks her legs around Dean’s head and flips him back to the center of the ring with a headscissors takedown.
Dean quickly gets back to his feet, but not before kimitsu gets to hers. Charging in, she hits him with a running dropkick to the leg, forcing it to give out from under him as he drops down to one knee. Turning to the ropes adjacent to them, she takes off and as she comes back on the return, she hits him with a running dropkick to the side of the head, knocking him down to his side. Rolling him over to his back, Kimitsu quickly makes the cover as the official drops in with the count.

Before the officials hand slaps the mat, Dean bench presses Kimitsu and throws her off of him, breaking up the count. Pushing himself up from the mat, Dean then turns around and right there in his face is Kimitsu with a kick to the ribs. Dean barely even buckles at all from the impact and as she kicks for his other side, he catches her leg before contact. Pulling her in and wrapping her up, Dean lifts her into the air and then plants her into the mat with a spinebuster!
VASSA: ”Damn he made that look easy!”
JOHNSON: ”I’d bet that was easy for Dean. The man is a machine from what I’ve read when it comes to working out. This is just like another day in the gym for him.”
VASSA: ”Only difference is that those weights don’t flip you across the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”Well, Kimitsu is doing quite a number on him.”
Standing tall, Dean looks down at Kimitsu before pounding his chest with confidence. Pulling her up from the mat, he keeps her bent over as he wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her into the air. Taking a few steps forward, he then throws her down onto her back with a powerbomb that rattles the entire ring. Dropping to his knees, he then covers her as the official races over with the count.

Popping her shoulder up from the mat, Kimitsu breaks the officials count before the two. Cutting his eyes to the official, Dean shakes his head before mouthing off a few choice words. He then pushes himself up and rolls Kimitsu over to her stomach. Standing over her with a foot planted on each side, he then squats down and reaches down hands underneath her. Deadlifting her up from the mat, he puts on a show of strength as he lifts her high into the air, he then lowers back down, dropping her upper half towards the mat before bursting his feet into the canvas and going for the wheel barrow German suplex.
As Kimitsu reaches her highest point, she manages to slip out of his arms and rolls backwards, dropping down to her feet as Dean hits the mat empty handed. Quickly rolling over to his stomach, Dean pushes himself up and as he stands, Kimitsu delivers a nasty kick to the gut, forcing him to buckle over from the impact. She then jumps up onto the middle rope beside them and springboards off. After turning in mid-air, she delivers an axe kick to the back of Dean’s neck, knocking him down face first into the canvas.
JOHNSON: ”Goddamn that woman is quick!”
VASSA: ”She is Vinny and she’s used it to her advantage. Now Dean’s down after taking a Trip to the Grave!”
Stunned, Dean is still not out of it. Groggy, he pushes himself up to his feet but before he knows it, Kimitsu grabs him from behind and pulls him down to the mat with a quick rollup.

VASSA: ”Kimitsu takes it in the blink of an eye!”
JOHNSON: ”She couldn’t finish him with that axe kick to the back of the head but it was enough to leave wear him down for a rollup.”
“Tattoo Ari” hits the speakers as Kimitsu rises to her feet. Stepping in beside her, the official lifts her arm into the air as Mike Powers announces the victor.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”
As Kimitsu celebrates, Dean pushes himself up to both knees looking on in shock at how the match just ended in a matter of moments. Rubbing his hand across his chin, he looks on before slamming his fist down to the mat in anger.


POWERS: ”The following contest 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.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
“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 and awaiting the sound of the bell.
VASSA: ”After the last Adrenaline, I’d bet that Mya is looking to get some revenge here tonight for what Luke did to Salsa Bear-de and Nirvana.”
JOHNSON: ”Luke was supposed to be teaming with those two but instead, he ended up costing them the match when he struck both with a chair.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know what happened with Luke two weeks ago but something changed in him, he snapped right before our eyes.”
JOHNSON: ”Yeah he did, he snapped a chair right across a bears face!”
VASSA: ”I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It’s a goddamn bear! It shouldn’t have been in the ring to begin with.”
JOHNSON: ”Although you may be right, I believe Mya disagrees with you. Her husband was even turned on and attacked.”
VASSA: ”It’s going to take a lot more than a chair shot to the head to keep Nirvana down.”

Immediately, Mya and Luke exit their corners and begin to circle the center, sizing each other up as the match is officially underway. Lunging in to grab ahold of Mya, Luke misses as she side steps him and takes him face first to the canvas with a drop-toe hold. Slamming his fist against the mat, Luke pushes himself off the mat and back up to his feet. Running his hand through his hair, he mouths a few words in frustration to himself before turning around to face Mya who looks on from a distance.
Charging in her direction, Luke throws a right hook while in stride, missing again as she ducks underneath and follows up with a quick jab to the mid-section. Skipping along the edge of the ropes, Mya pays Luke no mind as she drags her hand across the top rope, looking out over the crowd. Stopping on the other side of the ring, she looks back to look who stares across at her, biting his bottom lip with anger in his eyes.
With his left hand, Luke slaps himself across the cheek and then repeats with his right. Pumping himself up, he then sprints in Mya’s direction and as he closes in, he raises both hands above his head, locking them, and swings down with a double axe-handle. Rolling out of the way, Mya avoids the attack as Luke’s hand crash down onto the top turnbuckle. With both hands, Luke begins pounding onto the padding as he yells to release his frustration.
Whipping around, Luke then charges towards Mya standing in the center of the ring. As he comes within feet of her, Mya drops down to the canvas as Luke steps over her and continues to the ropes ahead. Popping back to her feet, Mya turns to face Luke just as he bounces off the ropes. Coming back on the rebound, Luke takes three steps away from the ropes before tripping over his own feet and crashing down face first, eating a mouthful of canvas!
VASSA: ”Damn, Luke is having a rough time out there tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”You said it best, Vinny.”
Pushing himself up to his knees, Luke begins punching at the mat and fussing at himself. It’s obvious that things aren’t starting out in his favor tonight. With each landing blow to the mat, Luke grows angrier and angrier. Footsteps are then heard from across the ring and as he looks up, Mya is right there to deliver a shinning wizard that lays him out across the canvas!
JOHNSON: ”Demented!”
VASSA: ”You need to pay closer attention Luke!”
With Luke on his back, Mya rolls over him while hooking his leg, resting her back against his chest as the official slides in beside them with the count.

VASSA: ”Well then, that ended a lot faster than I thought it would.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what is going through Luke’s head but his mind was obviously somewhere else tonight.”
VASSA: ”His loss, but Mya’s gain! She came to the ring tonight with her head in the right place and ended the night for Luke before it even got off to a start.”
JOHNSON: ”She’ll move up to three and oh with this win here tonight over Luke.”
VASSA: ”She wasn’t able to even the score two weeks ago, but this win should make up for Luke’s actions two weeks ago.”
“Hold Your Heart” hits the speakers as Mya rises to her feet. Stepping in beside her, the official raises her arm into the air as Mike Powers’ voice echoes throughout the arena.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, MYA DENTON…KKIINNGG!!!”
Pulling her arm away from the official, Mya then skips along the edge of the ring playing to the crowd while Luke slowly begins coming to his senses.

We come back to the ringside area, where we see Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sitting around as they wait for the next match. To fill out some time, they begin talking to the camera.

JOHNSON: ”Well, it’s been an interesting night so far. Mya Denton King getting a win over Luke Jones just a little while ago.”

VASSA: ”Bit of revenge for Adrenaline Sixty Seven, I would imagine.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed so, I think we’re about to see our next match here -”

Steve is cut off, as “Lions Below” begins to play. The strong backing sound of the drums fills the arena, as the song 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.

JOHNSON: ”It seems like the Pride champion has something to say here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Big title defense coming up, of course he would. Why wouldn’t he?”

Bryan walks out from the back, the 4CW Pride Championship wrapped across his waist. On his right shoulder hangs the NJFC Global Championship. Bryan looks out to the crowd, a smirk across his face as he steps out onto the stage. He’s wearing new merchandise for himself, and looks ever so confident as he begins to walk down towards the ring.

JOHNSON: ”A confident swagger from Bryan, he seems ready for Ante Up to begin.”

VASSA: ”Look, normally I’d be down on the guy but he’s proven himself since coming back. He said he wanted to make an impact as a singles wrestler, and he has done that.”

Bryan enters the ring, taking a microphone as he does. Bryan stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down for a moment before he speaks. The championships stay with him, as he looks out towards the crowd. Microphone in hand, he raises it and begins to talk.

WILLIAMS: ”I didn’t want to take a lot of your time away here tonight, because I know that the boys in the back are waiting for their chance. A lot of people might consider this a throwaway show, but for a lot of others it’s a big opportunity. So I won’t spend too much of their time.”

Bryan pauses, the crowd giving him a nice response. It doesn’t take long for them to stop, he continues on.

WILLIAMS: ”I’m coming up on being in this company for a year now. Last July I returned at Ante Up, and it’s nice to know that I’m still here with another Ante Up approaching. I look at myself then and see a completely different person now. I walked into Ante Up last year with lofty goals, and this year I’m walking in as a two time champion. I’m defending my title, and I couldn’t be more happier with where I am.”

Bryan smiles, as the crowd gives him another cheer.

WILLIAMS: ”4CW is my home now, I’ve been able to cast away the stigmas of other places. The stench that followed over after I left. I made my own path, carved a spot just for me. I’m happy with what I’ve done …but I’m not content.”

The crowd hushes up, listening as Bryan continues to speak.

WILLIAMS: ”Being the Pride champion is great, it has really tested me and put me through my paces. I wouldn’t be a two time champion if Matthias hadn’t seen me injure myself, but I didn’t let that stop me. I took my title right back, and for the better part of six months I have been a fighting champion. Ante Up will just be another opportunity for me to prove this, and I wonder what lies ahead. I wonder if the Pride title is my ceiling, or if I can go any higher…”

Another pause by Bryan, there are some small pockets of cheering in the crowd. Most stay silent, listening to what Bryan has to say.

WILLIAMS: ”Bad Company will be a nice opportunity, and frankly it’s starting to become a tradition for me. It isn’t the end-all be-all for me though, I think I need more. I think that no matter what, after Ante Up I’ll be mulling over some things. Whether or not I leave as Pride champion, I think that you’ll be seeing a new evolution of Bryan Williams. I took a step up in my first full year here in 4CW, I think year two is going to see a lot of changes for myself. A lot of changes at who I challenge.”

Bryan looks at the Pride championship, smirking.

WILLIAMS: ”Until that time, until that moment comes though .you will just have to wait and see.”

With that “Lions Below” begins to play again, as Bryan tosses the microphone away. He holds up the Pride championship proudly, to an applauding crowd.

The camera cuts backstage, where once again “DA TROLL GUY” Mariano Fernandez is walking down the hallway on his way to meet up with the Midnight King Nirvana, overseeing at some stagehands in the background.
JOHNSON: ”And ONE more time we have a backstage duel between DA #TROLL GUY and the Midnight King. It’s like they’re gonna be best buddies at this point.”
VASSA: ”Make no mistake, Steve – these two are going to tear each other apart at Ante-Up, and this is JUST another attempt to play mind games!”
JOHNSON: ”But neither of them has been able to get into the other’s head, always because of some external factor. First it was Salsa Bear-De interfering at Pong…”
VASSA: ”And may she rest in piss.”
JOHNSON: ”… And then Hubert Smalls of all people beating them in Monopoly.”
VASSA: ”Ha! I hear Nurvy almost mortgaged his actual house… for the second time!”
JOHNSON: ”And we have to wonder, with Kimitsu Zombie the special guest for this evening, how she is gonna play into the rivalry between these two!”
VASSA: ”I dunno, but I wouldn’t mind going out of my way to impress her, if you know what I mean.”
JOHNSON: ”You know that’s not gonna be of importance. Nurvy’s married to Mya Denton-King and Manny is dating Paige Matthews.”
VASSA: ”aM I pReTtY mAnNy?”
JOHNSON: ”You brought this up just to say that, didn’t you?”
VASSA: ”Damned right I did!”
JOHNSON: ”For God’s sake, Vinny.”
Mariano has caught up with Nirvana, who points him to three Whack-a-Mole arcade machines, placed side-by-side, and linked together showing a single counter.
FERNANDEZ: ”Hey yo. How you doing, mang.”
NIRVANA: ”You ready to get your ass beat one more time?”
FERNANDEZ: ”How many times are am I gonna have to refresh your memory, mang? YOU AIN’T BEAT ME, GOD DAMN IT! Not at Pong, and not at the goddamned Monopoly!”
NIRVANA: ”I had you BEAT at Monopoly! Had Boardwalk and Park Place together and had built two hotels in ’em!”
Manny, at this point, takes a hand to his chin, raising his eyebrow with a puzzled expression.
FERNANDEZ: ”Actually that was Hubert Smalls and you gave him your car keys when you took a loan from him. You feeling alright, chico?”
NIRVANA: ”… Oh, that’s right. Sorry, it’s just that what happened to Salsa…”
FERNANDEZ: ”I know, mang. Sorry for your loss.”
NIRVANA: ”I’ll avenge her when I BEAT you at Ante-Up!”
FERNANDEZ: ”… I wasn’t even in that match, mang.”
NIRVANA: ”Shit, you’re right again. Anyway – I’m gonna beat you here AND at Ante Up too! LET’S DO IT!”
FERNANDEZ: ”WHOA THERE! Don’t you know it’s rude not to wait for a lady you’ve agreed to meet, mang?”
Nirvana stares at Mariano, in confusion.
FERNANDEZ: ”Kimitsu Zombie, chico. You brought her into this, remember?”
NIRVANA: ”Motherfuck! What the fuck is wrong with me?”
FERNANDEZ: ”… Having been tasered probably has something to do with it, mang.”
VOICE: ”Gentlemen, I hope I am on time.”
Looking in the direction of the voice, the two men find Kimitsu Zombie holding a large bottle of shochu, looking respectively at them, and at the Whack-A-Mole machines being attended to by stagehands.
FERNANDEZ: ”Hey yo. Great to have you here, chica.”
NIRVANA: “Right on time, too. You ready?”
KIMITSU: ”Yeah this is pretty fucking weird, but I’m game.”
NIRVANA: ”You got everything set up?”
At a thumbs up sign from the stagehands, the three competitors occupy each a machine, Kimitsu standing between Manny and Nurvy.
FERNANDEZ: ”Alright, chicos. Standard multiplayer game, first to reach one-fifty wins. Lady and gentleman, grab your hammers.”
Nirvana and Kimitsu take their respective mallets, and Mariano follows suit.
NIRVANA: ”Ready.”
KIMITSU: ”Ready!”
A stagehand turns the machines on, the red numbers on the counters lighting up at 0, and the moles begin popping in and out rapidly, with the three competitors actively whacking them as they pop up.

JOHNSON: “And here we go! DA #TROLL GUY, the Midnight King, and Kimitsu Zombie, going at it at Whack-A-Mole!”
VASSA: “I’d gladly Whack-HER-Mole if you know what-“
JOHNSON: “We know, Vinny, shut up!”
VASSA: “What?”
JOHNSON: “You know what, never mind. Fast-paced action as it goes here, folks!”
And indeed, the numbers begin growing rapidly as the three people go into a whacking frenzy, sometimes as a mole barely pops out from its hole.

JOHNSON: “Nirvana seems to be somewhat distraught, as his head is not entirely here.”
VASSA: “He must still be suffering the aftermath of having been tazed AND losing his bear companion!”
And indeed, Nirvana’s reflexes seem to be rather erratic, as sometimes he misses popping moles that stick out for enough time to be hit twice. However, he suddenly lifts his mallet, and whacks Manny’s head.
NIRVANA: “What?”
FERNANDEZ: “You just hit my god damned head!”
NIRVANA: “I did? Sorry – I’m having a hard time here.”
FERNANDEZ: “… God DAMN this guy, mang.”
Nirvana goes back to his business as if nothing had happened, while Manny shakes his head, sighing, and Kimitsu giggles, as they go back to hammering the mechanical moles.


POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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 or places it below his towel.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
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.
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”Up next folks, we have Jan Van Der Roost taking on Scott Stevens!”
JOHNSON: ”Both of these men are coming off tough losses from two weeks ago. Jan was unable to capture the win versus Mariano Fernandez and Scott Stevens put up a fight but was unable to slow down DeAndre Johnson’s momentum.”
VASSA: ”These two men have the chance to get back on the right track here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”We have a lot of experience in the ring right now. These two men combined bring many, many years of experience. It’s going to be a pleasure calling this match.”
VASSA: ”Is there such a thing as too much experience?”
JOHNSON: ”You mean like something you lack when it comes to the ladies?”
JOHNSON: ”I’m only kidding Vinny, calm down.”
JOHNSON: ”If you say so, but to answer your question, no. There is no such thing as too much experience when it comes to wrestling.”
VASSA: ”I’m just saying. Both of these men have a ton of it. We could be here all night watching as they put on a clinic for us all.”
JOHNSON: ”I guess that’s a risk we’re going to have to take but an opportunity I welcome with open arms.”

The two approach each other until standing toe to toe in the center of the ring. Locking up, neither man gets the leverage from the start. Back and forth, the two push each other until finally, Jan ducks underneath Stevens’ arms, locks onto his wrist, and pulls back as he steps in behind him. With his free arm, Stevens throws an elbow back, clocking Jan upside the head. Ripping his arm away from Jan, Stevens spins around and throws a wild punch with the same arm, missing as Jan ducks and fires back with an elbow to the gut. Popping up, Jan connects with a European uppercut to Stevens’ jaw, knocking him back a step as his head whips back. Opening his hand, Jan slaps Stevens across the chest before locking onto his wrist and whipping him to the ropes. Upon Stevens’ return, Jan jumps up and connects with a drop kick to his chest, sending Stevens down to his back and rolling across the canvas.
Pushing himself up from the mat, Stevens looks up as Jan charges straight for him. Hitting Stevens in the chest with a running knee, Jan knocks Stevens off his feet and flying into the corner with a thud. Two more times, Jan slaps Stevens across the chest with open hand chops. As he goes for a third, Stevens bursts forward, locking onto Jan’s arm and spinning the two around before slamming Jan into the corner. With rights and lefts, Stevens connects to the sides of Jan’s head with rapid punches. Grabbing onto the top rope to his right, Stevens uses it for leverage as he begins kicking Jan in the stomach over and over until forcing him down into a seated position. With Jan’s back against the corner, Stevens then transitions his kicks into stomps as he continues to drive his foot downward onto Jan.
JOHNSON: ”Stevens is awake after all!”
VASSA: ”Jan was able to get off to a hot start but Stevens used his size right there to just simply overtake Jan.”
JOHNSON: ”The size difference between the two is quite noticeable. Stevens is a huge mass of nothing but pure muscle.”
VASSA: ”All brawn and no brains!”
Pulling Jan up from the mat, Stevens slams him into the corner once again. Lifting Jan up, Stevens sits him on the top of the corner before climbing up and standing on the middle ropes. Locking his arm around Jan’s head, Stevens tosses Jan’s over his before reaching behind him and grabbing onto the back of his pants. Showing off his true strength, Stevens then lifts Jan into the air, holding him upside down for a short moment before falling back and dropping him to the canvas with a superplex! Rolling over and covering Jan, Stevens goes for the pin as the official slides in beside them with the count.

JOHNSON: ”Jan kicks out at the two!”
VASSA: ”Not even that!”
Pushing himself up and standing to his feet, Stevens wastes no time and quickly turns to the ropes not far from them. Coming back on the return, he jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop!

Rolling out of the way, Jan escapes the leg drop from above as Stevens crashes against the bare canvas. Sitting upright, he reaches around himself and favors his back as his hand presses against his pain point. Popping back to his feet, Jan takes to the ropes behind Stevens and as he comes back on the rebound, he hits Stevens with a second running knee, this time right between the shoulder blades! Locking onto Stevens head, Jan pulls him up to his knees before wrapping one around his throat and locking in a sleeper hold.
VASSA: ”I think it might be Scott’s bedtime soon.”
JOHNSON: ”Notice how he applied the sleeper with Stevens on his knees. Given the height difference between the two, no way Jan could have locked that in with Stevens on his feet.”
As Jan chokes the life out of Stevens, the official approaches the two before checking with Scott. Waving the official off, Stevens refuses to submit as his face grows a darker shade of red by the second. Stevens fight gets slower and slower by the second as well while Jan continues cutting off his air supply. Still checking in, the official looks to Stevens but gets no sign of submission from the big man. After a few moments pass, Stevens heads completely drops as his fight comes to an end.
JOHNSON: ”I think this might be it Vinny.”
VASSA: ”I told you, it’s bedtime for Scotty boy!”
Grabbing Stevens’ arm, the official raises it into the air before releasing it and watching as it drops by his side. Grabbing it a second time, the official raises it once more and drops it by his side again. Grabbing it a third time, the official holds it up for a brief moment before releasing it. Stevens’ arm drops to his side but before his arm is fully extended, it shoots straight up into the air as Stevens’ eyes open and his head looks up at the official.
VASSA: ”He’s awake! Fuck bedtime!”
JOHNSON: ”Stevens still has some life in him folks.”
Shaking his hand back and forth, Stevens then throws his arm back, delivering an elbow to Jan’s mid-section. The big man then uses all of his strength to stand to his feet, lifting Jan off of his as he picks him up while holding on for dear life. Reaching overhead with both hands, Stevens grabs onto Jan and in the blink of an eye, he jerks his body forward while lunging over and ripping Jan off his back. Slamming Jan down to the canvas, Stevens extends both arms to his sides before looking up to the lights and roaring.
Jan quickly rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up to all fours. Before he can get up from the mat, Stevens kicks his foot forward just as Jan looks up, hitting him in the face with a big boot. Jan rolls over to his back and quickly covers his face with both hands as his body rocks back and forth on the canvas. Reaching down, Stevens then pulls Jan up from the mat before pulling his head between his legs. Wrapping him up around the waist, Stevens then lifts him up and holds him upside down for a brief moment before planting him head first into the canvas with a spike piledriver!
JOHNSON: ”Moral Compass!”
Jan’s body falls over and smacks against the mat before rolling to his back. Climbing over Jan, Stevens makes the cover as the official rushes in with the count.

JOHNSON: ”There you have it! Scott Stevens wins it folks.”
VASSA: ”Scott goes to bed on his own terms. Tell him Stevens!”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as Stevens rises to his feet. Stepping in beside him, the official then lifts his arm into the air as the final bell sounds.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”


POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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 HUB–“
Cutting Powers off in mid-sentence, Ronnie Harris attacks Hubert from behind with an elbow to the back of the head. Falling forward, Hubert drops to one knee as the cat carrier flies from his hand. The carries hits the ramp and rolls a few times before coming to a stop, drawing concern from the fans looking on from the sides of the ramp.
JOHNSON: ”Come on! Can we at least go one show without an animal dying?!”
VASSA: ”Ronnie you son of a bitch!”
Taking a few steps back, Ronnie then charges forward at Hubert while still on one knee, hitting him in the back of the head with a roaring elbow! Falling forward, Hubert’s face smacks the ramp as the fans gasp at the sight. His head bounces up from the ramp before dropping back down and smacking it a second time, but not as hard as the first. Stepping beside Hubert, Ronnie kicks him over and over in the ribs before reaching down and pulling him up from the floor. Holding Hubert underneath the arm, Ronnie drags him down the ramp and towards the ring.
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what Ronnie’s problem is but someone needs to adjust that attitude.”
VASSA: ”You’re more than welcome to give it a go.”
JOHNSON: ”I said someone, not me.”
At the bottom of the ramp, Ronnie turns left and then throws Hubert forward, sending him crashing into the ringside steps. Hubert’s body hits the steps before sliding over the top and dropping onto his head to the floor on the other side. With a smirk on his face, Ronnie looks on before the official yells at him, grabbing his attention. Shaking his head, Ronnie slowly walks over to Hubert as he crawls in the opposite direction. Grabbing a handful of hair, Ronnie pulls him up to his feet before turning him around and hitting him in the face with a spinning backfist. Dazed, Hubert drops to one knee again and before he knows it, Ronnie pulls him back to his feet and rolls him into the ring.
VASSA: ”This ain’t even fair! Hubert never even had a chance.”
JOHNSON: ”The match hasn’t officially begun so technically this is all fair game.”
VASSA: ”That’s fucking bullshit.”
Pointing to the official from the outside, Ronnie slowly ascends the steps as he tells the official to call foe the bell. Just as he steps onto the apron, the official calls for the bell, officially getting the match underway.

Dipping through the ropes, Ronnie looks on as Hubert crawls across the mat to the other side of the ring. Stalking him, Ronnie follows him a few steps behind. He then grabs Hubert’s foot and drags him back to the center of the ring. Lifting Hubert up from the mat, Ronnie with him with back to back rights before whipping him to the ropes. Coming back on the rebound, Hubert runs straight into Ronnie’s hands as Ronnie lifts him up and tosses him straight in the air. As Hubert comes down, Ronnie hits him with a pop-up European uppercut!
JOHNSON: ”Come on ref, call the damn match. This one was over before the start!”
VASSA: ”He’s gonna murder him. SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!!!”
Rolling over to his stomach, Hubert doesn’t even attempt to get back to his feet. Stepping over him, Ronnie reaches down and grabs both of his arms. Lifting Hubert’s upper body up from the mat, Ronnie then place his foot onto the back of Hubert’s head. He then lifts him even higher before letting his arms go and driving his face down into the canvas with a curb stomp!
JOHNSON: ”Goddamn.”
VASSA: ”Someone throw in the towel!”
JOHNSON: ”After that Kray Killer this one is as good as over!”
With a cocky grin across his face, Ronnie steps to the side of Hubert and presses his foot against him, rolling him over to his back. Dropping down to both knees, Ronnie then nonchalantly lays across Hubert as the official slides in with the count.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, RONNIE HHAARRRRIISS!!!”


POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“In the end you’ll know my name”

The arena lights begin to flash in tune with the drumbeat of “King” by Saint PHNX, signifying the arrival of Keaton Saint who makes his presence felt at the top of the ramp. Saint looks out to the arena crowd, taking in the atmosphere before concentrating on the ring.

“I just want to scream
That nothing’s what it seems
I’ll just keep believing
One day I’ll be king
Say it loud enough
I ain’t going nowhere
You can’t break me down
One day I’ll be king”

Saint progresses to the ring, taking time to acknowledge his supporters and exchange high-fives and respect.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from London, England and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds. He is known as the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling, he is KEATON SAINT!”

Saint enters the ring and stretches himself, testing the tautness of the ropes before going to a corner and preparing himself for the upcoming match.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

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.


Keaton Saint and Jett Wilder stand in the ring as the bell rings. They lock up in the middle of the ring, with a collar and elbow tie up. Keaton certainly has the size advantage as Jett tries to push Keaton towards the ropes. Keaton swings him around, countering with a Waistlock! Wilder throws an elbow out, connecting with the face of Keaton Saint! Keaton stumbles backwards, allowing Wilder to run towards the ropes. Keaton looks up, as Jett catches him with a Running DDT! Keaton plants into the canvas hard, as Wilder quickly covers him for the first pinfall of the night!


VASSA: ”Nope!”

Keaton kicks out, trying to get back up to him feet, as Jett Wilder is immediately bringing it to him! He lashes out with strikes, as Keaton tries to cover up. A forearm connects, knocking Keaton back down to his knees. The crowd seems to be into this match already, Jett Wilder’s aggressiveness certainly on display! Wilder stands Keaton up to his feet, doubling him over with a Rising Knee to him stomach. Jett Wilder wraps Keaton up, and drills him into the mat with another DDT! The impact of the move rattles the mat, as Jett Wilder quickly drops down to cover Keaton Saint again. Laroy Jones is in position, as he makes the count!


JOHNSON: ”Only a two count!”
VASSA: ”jett’s going hard with these DDT’s, trying to put Keaton’s lights out.”

Jett grins and moves to a crouch, waiting for Keaton to try and get up to his feet. Keaton begins to stir, but before Jett Wilder can capitalize on anything Keaton is up! Jett Wilder swings wildly, but Keaton ducks and quickly rolls him up in a Victory Roll!


Jett Wilder pushes backwards, pinning Keaton to the mat!


VASSA: ”Oh, what just happened?!”
JOHNSON: ”Jett is really starting to develop quite well as a young wrestler. Reversing that pin attempt is something we’d never thought of him doing just a year ago.”

The fans cheer their hearts out, this quick exchange of the match catching their attention! Wilder and Keaton both kip up at the same time. Wilder rushes Keaton Saint and catches him around the waist, slides behind and tries to drives him up and over for a wicked German Suplex! Keaton blocks the attempt, landing back down on him feet and shooting behind Wilder instead! He tries for a German Suplex attempt, but Jett Wilder blocks it as well. He rolls forward, grabbing Keaton’s leg and dragging him forward to the mat. Wilder rolls up to his feet, and catches Keaton with a beautiful Dropkick to the face!

Keaton looks to have caught all of it, as he scrambles to get back up. Jett Wilder stands there, waiting to see what he might have in store for him. Jett rushes towards Keaton, but he catches him and lifts him up onto his shoulders! Keaton looks for the Pillar Falls early but Jett is able to get down! Keaton blocks a strike from Jett, and Jett eats a Push Kick to his face! He stumbles backwards, and Keaton absolutely KILLS HIM with an Elbow out of nowhere! Jett Wilder crumbles to the mat, falling on his butt as he rolls out of the ring. He tries to collect himself, but Keaton looks like he has other things in mind.
VASSA: ”Carmella better get over there and check on her baby boy.”
JOHNSON: ”That elbow really shook him up. The best thing he could have done is exit the ring to collect himself.”
Keaton looks on, the crowd chanting and cheering for this match as he prepares himself. On the outside Wilder tries to shake the cobwebs out of his mind, having ate all of that elbow. He grabs onto the ring apron, pulling himself up as he collects himself. Laroy Jones calls for him to get back into the ring, as Keaton Saint positions himself! The fans roar in anticipation, as he races across the ring. Keaton collides with Wilder using a Baseball Slide to the outside! The crowd cheers, as both competitors crash and land hard on the ground! Both Wilder and Saint lay on the ground, as Laroy Jones calls for them to get back up! Neither seems to stir, without a choice Laroy Jones begins to make his count!

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

Keaton finally starts to stir, as does Jett Wilder! The crowd cheers, as both look to get into the ring. Laroy watches, as Keaton and Jett slide back into the ring under the bottom rope. Keaton looks to collect himself, as Wilder hasn’t quite recovered yet. Wilder tries shaking it off, getting back up to his feet as he looks over towards his opponent. The fans are definitely appreciating both of these competitors as the cheers move to a dull roar. Jett shoots the ropes but at the last second Keaton Saint spins aside and gets an arm around his neck, pulling him into a side headlock takedown! Wilder straightens out, turning it into an Arm Drag! Wilder looks over, as Keaton snaps back up to his feet, he takes him down again with another Arm Drag! Wilder charges at Keaton, spinning him around and taking him down with a Thez Press! Jett Wilder waits for Keaton to get back up, giving him a kick to the stomach and following up with a Bulldog! Jett quickly covers him for the pin!


JOHNSON: ”Wait a second!”

Jett isn’t sure about the count, but doesn’t let it bother him. He wants to continue this, as he grabs Keaton. Jett picks him up, but Keaton responds with a brutal chop to his chest! Wilder backs up, holding his chest as he turns around and is laid out with a Dropkick! Saint knocks Wilder down to the mat, as he tries to quickly cover him for the pinfall!


Keaton waits for Jett to stir, looking for the right opportunity to strike. He grabs him in another waistlock, but Wilder throws an elbow back and catches Keaton! Jett transitions into a waistlock of his own, trying for a suplex of his own! Keaton flips out, and lands right on his feet! The crowd cheers, as Jett Wilder turns around and eats a brutal Chop from Keaton Saint! Wilder falls to the mat, the chop echoing throughout the arena. Keaton waits for Wilder to get back to his feet, catching him with a Running Lariat when he does! Keaton quickly covers him, as Laroy Jones makes the count!


JOHNSON: ”Keaton is really starting to take control of this match.”
VASSA: ”He has the experience factor over Jett and that alone can go a very, very long way.”

Keaton, keeping the match under him control, waits for Wilder to get back to his feet. Jett is stirring as well. Keaton rushes up to continue him assault. The Running Lariat having its effect on Wilder, he’s slow to get back up. He tries to get up, Keaton right in his face with strike after strike. Jett covers up, getting back up to his feet as Keaton continues to pour it on! Keaton clobbers him with a European Uppercut. Jett stumbles backwards, trying to cover up as Keaton connects with another! He grabs Jett, pulling him into a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Keaton holds on, pinning Jett’s shoulders to the mat as he tries for the pin!


VASSA: ”Jesus Jett kicks out of another close one!”
JOHNSON: ”The kid has a lot of fight in him. I’ll give him that.”
VASSA: ”He better if he’s going to live up to the name of being the Future Amazing Great!”
The crowd cheers, as Keaton waits for Wilder to get back up to his feet. He tries for a Stalling Fisherman Suplex. Jett connects with an elbow, pushing Keaton away from him. He ducks a Forearm shot and blocks a high kick from Keaton. Jett quickly springs up, connecting with a Tornado DDT. Keaton goes flying across the ring, but pops back up to him feet and clobbers Jett Wilder with a Front Dropkick! Wilder stumbles backwards, falling through the ropes onto the apron! Keaton gets back up, still very much in pain, but he clobbers him again with another Front Dropkick that sends him flying into the barricade!

The crowd cheers, as Keaton looks on from inside of the ring. Jett Wilder is slow to get up, his ribs really feeling those kicks and that fall to the outside. He grabs his midsection, not wanting to give up anytime soon though! Wilder grits his teeth, and rushes back into the ring! He gets in the face of Keaton Saint, and clobbers him with a Forearm! Keaton fires right back, with a Forearm of his own! Wilder eats all of it, and catches him with a GOTCHA! Keaton falls to the mat, as the fatigue begins to set in for Jett Wilder. He’s not letting that stop him, as he looks for the kill! Jett picks up Keaton and DRILLS him WITH A WILDIN’ OUT! With Keaton down he covers him again for the pin!


JOHNSON: ”Jett’s turned it around ladies and gentlemen.”
VASSA: ”If he can just keep up this pace and capitalize.”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s see what he’s got!”

Jett is wasting no time, Keaton kicks out and Jett lifts him back up! He quickly tosses Keaton into the nearest corner, but when he rushes in Keaton hops up on the second turnbuckle and catches him with a kick to the face! Jett staggers out of the corner and Keaton follows, only to catch another Bicycle Kick! He sags back into the corner, allowing Jett to drive his shoulder into his stomach several times! Keaton sags on the ropes, as Jett takes a quick breather. He’s looking tired, but wants to finish this match. Jett tries lifting him onto the top turnbuckle, but can only keep him on the second rope. Keaton suddenly connects with a headbutt, catching Jett off guard!

Jett Wilder falls back down to the mat, grabbing his head. Saint stumbles around, feeling the effects of the headbutt. Suddenly, Wilder springs back up onto the second rope! Keaton can only watch, as Jett Wilder lays Forearm after Forearm into his face! Soon enough he’s limp, as Jett stands him up and SUPERPLEXES HIM INTO THE RING! They lay motionless on the mat after the vicious impact and after checking them both Referee Carter has no choice but to start a count of ten!

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

Wilder looks to have taken some damage from that, holding onto his midsection again as he lays down. Keaton doesn’t seem to stir much himself, the crowd looking on to see if these two will be disqualified in this match!

“Six! … Seven! … Eight!”

Both competitors begin to get back up, Keaton the quicker of the two. Jett Wilder tries to stand up, but the pain in his ribs causes him to drop back to a knee. Keaton grabs his head, trying to pull him back up. Wilder springs to life, catching Keaton with a Forearm Shot! Keaton stumbles backward, Jett Wilder following that up with a Running Dropkick! Keaton doesn’t fall, but looks to be completely out on his feet. Jett shoves him backwards, causing Keaton to rebound against the ropes. He does, and Jett meets him in the middle of the ring with a GOTCHA! The Bicycle Kick lands again, as Keaton falls to the mat. Jett, tired, falls on top of him for the pin!


VASSA: ”That was so close!”
JOHNSON: ”These two are running out of gas. Jett could barely even make the cover right there.”

Keaton kicks out, much to the displeasure of Jett Wilder! He’s slow to him feet, but Jett cannot really do much. He tries to get back up, holding onto his ribs. Both competitors are slow up to their feet, Wilder staring at Keaton as he gets up. Keaton takes a deep breath, as Wilder grits his teeth and rushes in! Keaton ducks his wild swinging, and delivers a Knee Strike to his midsection! Wilder doubles over, allowing Keaton to connect with a brutal Elbow to the back of his head! Jett’s head snaps up, allowing Keaton to follow up with a Spinning Forearm Smash! The move causes Jett to spin around, as he connects with a SPINNING LARIAT OF HIS OWN! Both men crash to the canvas, as Jett might have used the last of his energy on that one!

Keaton is slow back up to his feet, but Jett Wilder isn’t moving at all! Keaton grabs him, pulling him back up off of his feet. Keaton quickly picks him up for the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex, but Jett is able to fight out of it! He sends an elbow into the face of Keaton, stunning him for the moment! Jett is still trying to fight, but his energy is fading fast. He quickly runs to the ropes, where Keaton catches him with a Spinning Sidewalk Slam into a Backbreaker! Keaton falls to the mat, as Jett lays there in pain.

Jett Wilder, defiant as ever, slowly rises up to his feet as Keaton looks on. Jett tries to call a timeout, explaining that he’s tired from basketball, but Keaton isn’t having it. He quickly locks Jett up into the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex, slamming him into the mat! With Jett’s arms trapped and his shoulders pinned, Laroy Jones makes the count!



VASSA: ”Keaton Saint shows the young buck that experience always prevails over swag!”
JOHNSON: ”What does that even mean? It doesn’t make sense.”
VASSA: ”It means that Keaton Saint just won the match! That’s what it means Steve!”
“King” hits the speakers as Keaton stands to his feet and has his hand raised in the air for the victory. Looking down to Jett, he slowly shakes his head before turning to the crowd as the cheer him on.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, KEATON SSAAIINNTT!!!”

Cutting from the ring to the back, the camera opens to Gabriel Hartman standing backstage with his microphone in hand as he puts on a weak smile on his face before he introduces himself and his guest to the audience.
HARTMAN: “Good evening, everyone. Gabriel Hartman here and I’d like to introduce my guest at this time…the number one contender for the Fate Championship who is just seven days away from taking on Alexis Morrison. Please welcome Anastasia Hayden.”
The camera zooms back to bring Anastasia into the frame and her glare at Hartman providing the reasoning behind such a faint smile. There’s some silence between the two as Ana isn’t backing down from her staring at Hartman. It’s not until Gabriel clears his throat and begins the questioning that the silence is squashed.
HARTMAN: “…In a few days, you’re heading into a rematch against Alexis Morrison, but this time you’ll be competing for her Fate Championship. Obviously, you won your first encounter against Alexis, but now with her championship on the line, it creates a new dynamic for you both. I’m sure this changes the game plan for you both, could you elaborate on your thou-”
HAYDEN: “Did you buy this suit from Goodwill?”
Ana cuts Hartman off by pulling at the shoulders of his suit and rolling back the collar, looking for any signs of a price tag still attached to it. Hartman jerks his body back to get free of Ana’s check and he rolls his shoulders, trying to get back into his interviewer stance.

HAYDEN: “Right…you were saying something?”
HARTMAN: “Yes, I was asking what are you going to do differently in this upcoming match now that the Fate Championship is on the line?”
HAYDEN: “What am I going to change? Hartman, haven’t you paid attention? I already beat Morrison once. Why do I need to change anything to do it again? And secondly, why would I fucking tell you anything?”
She scoffs, her narrow eyes not looking away from Hartman, who is trying to subtly create distance between himself and Hayden.
HAYDEN: “I know Alexis is going to be watching and listening to everything little thing I say because she needs it…because she knows she doesn’t stand a fucking chance. Hell, she didn’t stand a chance the first time either. She just needs to worry about her championship cause I sure as fuck don’t care about it. That’s hers, I just want to add another beating for her collection.”
HARTMAN: “And you earned the right to, uh…add a ‘beating to her collection’ last show when you beat Matthias Barrows, a former Pride Champion. It was a hard fought contest between you two, but it wasn’t without controversy as Lauryn Wolfe made her presence felt by evening the odds and helpi-”
Before Hartman could even finish his sentence, Ana threw her hand up.
HAYDEN: “Go ahead and just reel back whatever stupid shit you were about to say, Hartman. I appreciate what Lauryn did, but I didn’t need any help beating Matthias. He needed help trying to beat me in the first place, so don’t get that twisted, Hartman. If anything, I wish I would’ve lost…I already beat and embarrassed Alexis once…do you really think she’s going to learn something a second time around?”
Ana looked at Gabriel as if she were waiting an answer from him, but the uneasy interviewer obviously knew it was better to keep his opinions to himself.
HAYDEN: ”But I’m not complaining. I get to embarrass her again and I have the chance to take away the only thing in the past year that’s made her relevant at Ante Up. And if I don’t? That’s fine too. Because I can guarantee you this, Hartman…I’m either leaving Ante Up as the Fate Champion and I’m going to find the nearest trash can to dump that belt in or I’m going to make sure that Morrison leaves with her championship inside of an ambulance. Simple as that.”
More silence as Hartman nods to Ana’s statement.
HAYDEN: ”Anything else?”
HARTMAN: ”Actually, yes, whe-“
For the first time in the interview, Anastasia finally breaks away from glaring at Hartman to looking toward something or someone out of the camera’s view. Whatever he was going to say didn’t matter; not like any of it did to Ana.
HAYDEN: “Nothing? Good. Now if you’ll excuse me…I think I see Ronnie Harris over there. Someone almost as pathetic as you, Hartman.”
She laughs as she pushes past Hartman and walks off camera as Gabriel is left behind to fix his suit before the camera cuts to elsewhere in the arena.

As we fade back into the ring, the lights dim as the Stranger Things remix of Starboy hits on the PA system as the crowd rises to its feet. A loud ovation can be heard as Bronx Valescence walks through the curtains in a very colorful suit and tie combo. The 4CW belt is tossed over his shoulder as he pauses at the top of the ramp and holds up his finger gun towards the ring and pulls the trigger before he walks on down.
Stepping up onto the apron, he gets the microphone from Powers before he wipes his dress shoes and then steps between the ropes and into the middle of the ring as the lights come up. Bronx nods around to the crowd as he holds the microphone up to his lips. He paused for some time and then began.
VALESCENCE: “When I came back. I had two goals and two goals only. I get it, the old cliche is that if you shoot for the moon if you miss at least you’ll land among the stars. But this is 4CW. You see stars sign their name on the dotted line every single month. You see them flame out every single month. You see people coming in and want to be booked like a big deal but they can’t live up to their end of the bargain. Not once, but twice I’ve made my way from the very bottom to get to the very top. It took two times before I got to knock out both of my goals here in 4CW. That was to win that South Beach Brawl cup, and to win the 4CW Championship.”
The crowd popped as Bronx looked around.
VALESCENCE: “I’m not the type of person who is going to return and act like it’s a big deal. I kept my head down. I didn’t pound my chest, I didn’t overestimate what I’m worth like most of the dudes who walk through the door and continue to walk through the door. I’m only as big of a deal as my peers think I am and slowly I’m earning that respect. But what do you do? What do you do when you achieve your goal so quickly? It’d be easy for me to walk into this match and give up, but now? At Ante Up? I face two gatekeepers of 4CW and one of the most dangerous men in the company.”
Pacing back and forth, Bronx flipped the microphone around in his hand.
VALESCENCE: “All you’ll hear from them is how I don’t deserve to be in this spot.”
This drew a boo from the crowd as Bronx told them to settle down.
VALESCENCE: “No, no. It’s fine. Because I know I’ve done everything right. I know that I belong. I know that I did more in winning this championship than they will have done if they beat me. Example? Where is Dakota Smith tonight? Where is Jason Cashe? Where is Adrian Tanner JR? Are they here in Arizona? Isn’t that Adrian Tanner’s thing? That he is America’s most wanted? No, you see. I would have wrestled here tonight if I had been given the clearance. I would go wrestle on Octane and Adrenaline. Meanwhile you got the biggest names in the game currently sitting at home on their couch because they aren’t booked tonight.”
Another slight boo from the crowd as Bronx nodded this time.
VALESCENCE: “But I am here. I showed up to work to promote my match at Ante Up. I flew here on my own dime because I wasn’t booked, I told the office I wanted a spot on the show and I could have easily been in Texas or Portland or wherever and I could be resting. But I’m not. I’m still out here making towns. I’m still out here putting the 4CW brand first. And that is exactly my new goal for the 4CW. At Ante Up, I put my title on the line against three guys who could easily be the face of this company. Two of them already have, two of them have been in my shoes. One of them is a hall of famer and the other is a sure-fire hall of famer when it’s all said and done.”
Bronx is a bit more fired up now than before.
VALESCENCE: “With or without that title. With or without the name champion beside Bronx Valescence. I’m going to pick up that ball that Dakota Smith and Jason Cashe dropped and I’m going to run with it. I’m going to prove to Adrian Tanner JR. That it isn’t as easy as an on and off switch. I’m going to prove to every single person back there in that locker room that I do deserve the spot I was given. Not because I’m protected. Not because I’m a daddy’s boy, but because I go the extra mile that nobody else is willing to go. You won’t find me winning the title and disappearing for months instead of stepping aside. You won’t find me bitching and whining about leaving when my contract is up when people aren’t talking about me enough.”
He took his sunglasses off and then looked straight into the hard camera as he stood there.
VALESCENCE: “You’ll find me anchoring this company. You’ll find me on top. You’ll find me elevating people night after night. You’ll find me as the one who moves the needle, and you’ll find me bringing it no matter who is on the other side. At Ante Up, this isn’t just an ordinary match. It isn’t a passing of the torch, it’s me busting me and taking it. I’ve already pushed my chips all in. At Ante Up, I will leave no doubt as to who the man is here in 4CW. After Ante Up….”
Bronx flashed a smile.
VALESCENCE: “There will be no question, on who deserves it. I know you boys are watching at home, have a cold one for me. I’m busy here at work.”
Tossing the microphone back to ringside, Bronx’s music hit and he walked over to the turnbuckle and stood up, holding the 4CW belt high in the air as his music hit and the screen faded.


The camera cuts to backstage one more time, as the Whack-a-Mole game backstage has reached its final moments. The counter is VERY close as the moles are almost lightning fast in ther pop-out-and-back-in-again motions, the players landing only scarce hits as per one mole whacked, six more retreat to safety. One more time, a great crowd has gathered to watch Manny, Kimitsu, and Nirvana go at it.
MANNY: 125

JOHNSON: “Here we are back at the Whack-A-Mole game, and it’s REALLY a close game here!”
VASSA: “Had Nurvy been at his 100%, he would have beat the crap out of Manny like he did at Pong and Monopoly!”
JOHNSON: “How many times am I gonna have to remind you, Vinny? In neither of those games was there a winner! The Pong game was interrupted by Salsa Bear-De…”
VASSA: “Rest in piss!”
JOHNSON: “… And the Monopoly game was won by Hubert Small of the Friendly Skies!”
JOHNSON: “And now Kimitsu Zombie has, if ever so slightly, the advantage in this game!”
VASSA: “She also has an advantage in my heart!”
JOHNSON: “We know Vinny, SHUT UP!”
Manny seems to be biding his time as he lets the quick moles pop in and out, and when he sees Nirvana about to whack a mole, he taps him on his left shoulder with his mallet. Turning left, Nurvy sees Kimitsu.
NIRVANA: “The old trick of tapping my shoulder won’t work with me, lady!”
KIMITSU: “The fuck are you talking about?”
NIRVANA: “… I’m WATCHING you, Kimitsu.”
Mariano makes a “PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCH!” sound as both competitors argue, trying hard not to laugh.
He looks at them, chuckling, and shrugs.
NIRVANA: “It was you, wasn’t it?”
FERNANDEZ: “What do you MEAN it was me, mang? What I do?”
NIRVANA: “… Nothing.”
FERNANDEZ: “Good, because I’m doing something NOW!”

He whacks Nirvana on the head with his mallet.
FERNANDEZ: “Turnabout is fair game, mang.”
But at that point, a buzzer sounds, rendering the players and the crowd murmur silent.

At the machines’ scoreboards, the score is as follows.
MANNY: 140

JOHNSON: “The game is over! Kimitsu Zombie is the winner!”
VASSA: “WOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOO! Let’s go celebrate!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think there will be a celebration for this one, Vinny.”
While Manny and Nurvy still argue, Kimitsu grabs both of their mallets, and whacks them both in the head.
FERNANDEZ: “OW! What was that for, mang!?”
KIMITSU: “Sorry guys, I just HAD to. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you guys go at it for real and stop with this shit.
Kimitsu throws the now empty bottle at her machine cracking the display and causing some of the moles to pop out.
KIMITSU: ”Catch you later!”
Mariano and Nirvana watch her leave, then turn back to each other.
FERNANDEZ: “… And you just HAD to go whack me in the head, mang.”
NIRVANA: “… I would have beaten you either way.”
FERNANDEZ: “Yeah, I know, like Pong and Monopoly and shit – none of which you’ve actually won.”
He shrugs, shaking his head.
FERNANDEZ: “But it don’t matter anyway, mang. It all ends at Ante-Up – and THERE I will be the winner.”
NIRVANA: “It’s a Videogame Deathmatch, and news flash – the death will be YOURS.”
FERNANDEZ: “Not if I kill you first it won’t, chico.”
NIRVANA: “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
Both men march their separate ways, as the still gathered crowd watch them leave.
JOHNSON: “Three times have Mariano and Nirvana locked horns backstage, three times none of them came out on top.”
VASSA: “But it all ends when it’s their turn to step in the ring!”
JOHNSON: “June 28th, Las Vegas, Nevada, T-Mobile Arena, VIDEOGAME DEATHMATCH at Four Corners’ Wrestling’s Ante Up!”
VASSA: “Get your tickets, folks!”


POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The Lights go dark and the arena is silent until the sound of an approaching storm is heard, Suddenly a thunderclap breaks the silence. AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” starts to play and slowly, methodically, a mountain of man known as REDD THUNDER slowly makes his way down the ramp.
POWERS: ”Entering the arena, at a weight of four hundred and five pounds, hailing from the Foothills of Mount Olympus… He is known by many names by many people, but tonight we know him as REDD TTHHUUNNDDEERR!!!”
REDD THUNDER walks up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before entering the ring. He beats his chest and yells something, we aren’t exactly sure what before grabbing the ring rope and stretching his arms.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
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.
JOHNSON: ”Just two weeks ago, Redd Thunder made his 4CW debut and on the pre-show of all things. Tonight, just one show following, he finds himself featured in our Headline match of the evening.”
VASSA: ”We all can probably thank that man standing across the ring from him. DeAndre Johnson Jr. has been on a hot streak ever since signing with 4CW.”
JOHNSON: ”The young kid has had some challenges along the way and tonight will in fact be one of those as he faces off against a man twice his size.”
VASSA: ”Not just any man, but a huge wrecking ball of mass destruction, at least from what he’s told us in the tales about his legendary and mythical battles throughout time.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know how much of that you can actually consider as truth, but nonetheless, the man is a massive beast of a man.”
VASSA: ”I wouldn’t sleep on DeAndre though, not even when looking at the size difference. The kid has been impressive since his debut and knowing him, I don’t think he’s looking to take the night off this evening.”

Cautious from the start, Johnson slowly approaches Redd as the big man comes his way. Circling him in the center of the ring, Johnson keeps a safe distance between the two. In return, Redd slowly turns in place, keeping his full attention aimed straight at Johnson. Growing bored from waiting, Redd bursts forward, swinging for Johnson with a right hook but misses as the smaller man hops back, using his quickness to get out of harms way. Firing back, Johnson clocks Redd with a sucker punch to the back of the head as his body rushes by after the missed punch. As if Johnson didn’t even touch him, Redd stops in place and spins around to square him up, showing no signs whatsoever of even feeling the blow to the back of the head. Taking another swing for Johnson, Redd miss again as Johnson side steps him. Planting his foot into the ground, Johnson aims for Redd’s head with a spinning heel kick, only to have his leg caught in mid-air as Redd turns back to face him. Pulling Johnson in close, Redd then releases his leg and wraps him up before lifting him off his feet and driving him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex, dropping all of his weight onto him and crushing him against the canvas.
VASSA: ”DeAndre is going to be a pancake after that!”
JOHNSON: ”He was off to the right start. Keeping a distance and using his speed to deliver blows to Redd. He just wasn’t quick enough with that spinning heel kick.”
VASSA: ”Don’t underestimate Redd. He may not be fast as lightning, but he damn sure brings the thunder!”
Pulling Johnson up to his feet, Redd holds him in place with his left hand before drawing back and hammering him in the face with a right. Pulling his left hand away, Redd then draws back and swings forward with it, connecting with a vicious punch to the ribs. Redd then begins throwing lefts and rights, backing Johnson up across the ring as he connects with each and every one of them. Johnson’s back then presses against the corner as his movement comes to a stop. With nowhere to go, he covers his head as Redd continues laying into him with punches. Turning the attack to Johnson’s body, Redd pounds at his mid-section over and over with repeated lefts and rights. Easing up on the attack, Redd drapes both of Johnson’s arms over the top ropes, using them to hold him up in place. Backing up to the center of the ring, Redd then pounds his chest before roaring straight into the air. He then charges forward, extending his arms as he jumps and slams his body against Johnson’s, sandwiching him into the corner. As Redd steps back, Johnson slowly slides down the corner into a seated position with his back propped up against the turnbuckle. Dragging Johnson by the leg, Redd pulls him away from the corner before dropping down to his knees and making the cover.

JOHNSON: ”Johnson gets a shoulder up just at the two!”
VASSA: ”He was lucky to get. Redd could have smothered him with that cover.”
Lifting Johnson up from the mat, Redd hits Johnson with back to back rights before locking onto his wrist and whipping him to the ropes. As Johnson comes back on the return, Redd steps forward and goes for a clothesline but misses as Johnson ducks underneath and continues running forward to the ropes ahead. Leaping forward, Johnson plants both feet onto the middle rope before he springboards off and launches himself into the air. Spinning around, he flies towards Redd and just as the big man turns around to face him, Johnson knocks him off his feet with a flying clothesline. Hitting the mat, the sound of Redd’s body colliding against it echoes throughout the arena like thunder.
VASSA: ”DeAndre just took the goliath down!”
JOHNSON: ”After a missed clothesline from Redd, DeAndre was able to capitalize and put him down with a clothesline of his own, one of the springboard variation!”
Popping back up to his feet, Johnson kicks Redd a few times in the ribs before leaping over him and darting to the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back on the return, Johnson leaps into the air and flips forward, landing across Redd’s body with a running senton. Rolling up to his feet in a fluid motion, Johnson turns back to face Redd, reaching down to and pulling the massive weight up from the canvas. With a left and then a right, Johnson rattles Redd’s brain with a quick one-two combo. He then pulls Redd’s head down to his side, applying a stiff side headlock. Stepping forward, he pulls Redd along for the ride before jumping even further and planting the big mans face into the mat with a bulldog.
Pushing himself up to one knee, Johnson looks down at Redd as he slowly rolls over to his back. Standing tall, Johnson rushes to the nearest corner, dipping through the ropes and stepping out onto the apron. Climbing the corner from the outside, he ascends to the top before standing above it all and overlooking the entire ring. With Redd still down on his back with no signs of getting up anytime soon, Johnson leaps from the top and soars through the air. As gravity begins to pull him down, Johnson preps himself before descending back to earth and hitting Redd with a diving headbutt, slamming his head against Redd’s! Crawling over Redd, Johnson hooks his leg as the official races in with the count.

Bench pressing Johnson, Redd lifts him into the air and throws him to the side, breaking up the officials count. In a hurry, the two race to their feet, Johnson standing first but Redd only a two steps behind him. s the big man rises, Johnson hits him over the top of his back with a forearm, but can’t keep him down as Redd continues his climb. Grabbing onto Redd’s head with both hands, Johnson slams his head forward, hitting Redd in his head with another headbutt. Quickly shaking it off, Redd pushes Johnson away from him before lunging forward with both arms extended, grabbing onto Johnson’s head. Pushing Johnson away while leaning his head back as far as he can, Redd then slams his head forward while pulling Johnson into him and crushing his head with a thunderous headbutt. Johnson falls out of Redd’s grip and stumbles backwards until hitting the ropes and bouncing forward and falling into Redd as he drops his shoulder. Lifting Johnson into the air onto his shoulders, Redd stands straight up before falling back and slamming Johnson to the mat with a Samoan drop!
On his feet, Redd reaches down and locks onto Johnson’s arm before pulling him up from the mat. With a tight grip on his wrist, Redd then pulls Johnson into a short-arm lariat, dropping down to his knees in the process as he levels Johnson. Standing back up, Redd lifts Johnson up from the canvas before spinning him around and delivering a brutal club to the back of his neck. Stumbling forward, Johnson goes through the ropes and as he does, he grabs onto the bottom one, using it to guide himself as he lands across the apron. Pulling himself up slowly, Johnson leans through the top and middle ropes, resting his chest against the middle rope as he holds himself there in place while on both knees. Running alongside the ropes, Redd jumps up just as he gets within range of Johnson and comes down across the back of his head with a guillotine leg drop. As the weight of his leg forces Johnson’s head down to the mat, his body gets pulled through the ropes and he flips forward, clearing over Redd and landing flat on his back against the canvas. Rolling over, Redd makes the cover as the official quickly rushes in with the count.

VASSA: ”I don’t know how he did it but DeAndre somehow managed to escape that near pinfall!”
JOHNSON: ”Redd almost decapitated him with that guillotine leg drop but the rookie refuses to go down that easy.”
VASSA: ”Easy? He’s lucky Redd’s weight didn’t pop his head like a zit!”
Growing a bit frustrated, Redd pushes himself up before taking a moment to pace the ring and collect himself. He then turns back to Johnson and steps in between him and the official. Reaching down and pulling Johnson up from the mat, Redd’s body blocks the officials view, giving Johnson the opportunity to even the playing field as he jams his thumb into Redd’s eye. Due to Redd’s massive body blocking all direct lines of sight, the official misses the call as Redd quickly pulls a hand up to cover his eye. Slowly, Johnson pulls himself up to his feet, using Redd for leverage. As he stands, Johnson presses both hands against Redd’s chest, pushing him backwards across the ring. Unable to move out of the way, the official finds himself in the way as Redd’s back sandwiches him against the ropes. Taking advantage of the situation, Johnson then holds onto Redd before popping his knee up and driving it into Redd’s crotch. Redd releases a thunderous roar of agony as the low blow is delivered.
Pulling Redd away from the ropes, Johnson releases him in the center of the ring. Unable to do anything and still feeling the after effects from the low blow, Redd stands in place as Johnson turns to the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back quickly on the rebound, Johnson leaps forward, leading with his shoulder and planting it directly into Redd’s shoulder. The collision knocks the monster back a step but not down as Johnson drops to the mat. Pushing himself back to his feet, Johnson then turns to the ropes a second time, this time coming back on the return and leaping forward with his feet leading the way, connecting with a drop kick to Redd’s chest. The impact alone forces Redd’s body to instantly turn around as he then falls forward to his knee and body against the ropes. As Redd rests against the middle rope, Johnson then pops back to his feet with a newfound wave of energy. Turning to the ropes a third time, he hits them even harder than before. Faster and faster, he sprints across the ring before jumping up, Johnson lands across Redd’s back, sliding onto his neck and over his head with a leapfrog body guillotine as he grabs the ropes and uses them to guide him on his departure from the ring. Just as Johnson’s body clears Redd’s, Redd springs off the rope and flies a few feet across the ring before crashing hard and landing on his back.
VASSA: ”The ring is going to collapse if he keeps falling like that!”
JOHNSON: ”This may just be it as DeAndre just hit him with a move he likes to call Yo Death!!!”
VASSA: ”We can only hope. Any more big falls like this and we might not have a ring left for out main event following.”
Sliding back into the ring, Johnson quickly crawls over to Redd before laying across him and making the cover.

JOHNSON: ”That’s all she wrote!”
VASSA: ”Who, Penny? Is she here?”
JOHNSON: ”It’s a figure of speech, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”Damn! I was hoping to run into her after the show if you catch my drift.”
“Pause 4 Porno” hits the speakers as DeAndre slowly rises to his feet. Looking down at Redd, a smile forms across his face as the official steps in beside him and lifts his arm into the air.

Pulling his arm away from the official, DeAndre jumps in excitement as his name echoes throughout the arena. Extending both arms into the air, he throws up identical West Coast hand signs.
JOHNSON: ”There you have it folks. DeAndre Johnson’s streak continues as he’s now up to four wins in 4CW with zero losses since his debut.”
VASSA: ”The kid is definitely on a hot streak. There’s something special about him and if he hasn’t gotten your attention yet, you better start paying attention before he’s in your rearview looking to pass you.”
JOHNSON: ”If he can keep up this pace, it won’t be long before he finds himself in title contention.”

The lights in the GPU Arena go dark. A lingering presence of danger fills the atmosphere. Audience members begin to light their lighters making it look like fireflies floating around in various sections of the crowd. As the big screen brightens up from it’s original state a horrifying image begins to play.

JOHNSON: ”Wait? What?”
VASSA: ”HA!!! It’s a Snuff Film, Steve!!!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know if it’s that, but whatever it is looks pretty disturbing?”
VASSA: ”Trust me, I’ve seen several dozen snuff films in my time Johnson. Half of them all start out the same exact way!”
JOHNSON: ”She has no eyes!”
VASSA: ”I think I seen this one. It’s called See No Evil!”
JOHNSON: ”Will you calm down, it’s not a snuff film. Don’t do getting an erection!”
Finally the silence breaks as a distorted voice comes across the speakers.
”There is no rest for the wicked.”
The date flashes across the screen.

”I’m more awake than I have ever been. I’m bringing a gathering, and there is nothing you can do to stop me!”
As the screen cuts out and the lights give life to the arena once more the footage cuts to the announcers table.
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what the hell that was about?”
VASSA: ”Are you an idiot, it has something to do with Ante Up!”
JOHNSON: ”Yea, but what? What gathering?”


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.
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
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 sheer 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.

The fans immediately chant for Sativa starting the match off as she and Max move to the center of the ring and quickly tie up. Cavanaugh uses his strength to his advantage, tying Sativa up and forcing her back into the ropes before being forced to separate by the referee. With his hands up in the air, Cavanaugh obliges the referee who steps in between the two competitors. Smirking, Cavanaugh steps away and allows Sativa to check and make sure everything was still where it should be before the match would continue onward. With the action allowed to resume, Cavanaugh once more moves towards his opponent looking to tie her up again but is met with a picturesque standing drop kick that sends him stumbling back into the opposite ropes and sends the fans into a frenzy, delighted with how high Sativa managed to jump when executing the drop kick.
Quickly back to her feet, she takes an aggressive Max down with an arm drag. Immediately Max bounces back to his feet and once more aggressively goes after Sativa only to be taken down by a hip toss a second time, which the goddess of ganja quickly followed up with a leg drop across Max’s chest. Instead of looking for the early pinfall attempt, Sativa rolled off of Max and got back to her feet, dragging him up by his hair before lacing three consecutive knife edge chops to his chest that backed up him to the nearest corner. With a smile, and clearly enjoying herself, Sativa quickly ascended to the middle rope and began delivering blow after blow to the jaw of Cavanaugh as the crowd counted along until they reached the number nine. At which point the fans and Sativa both drug out the final punch for show, a cheer erupting around the arena as the tenth strike landed and she hopped down from the middle ropes, allowing Cavanaugh to stumble out woozily and then crumble to the mat.
Once more Sativa forgoes looking for the pinfall attempt in favor of delivering more damage to her opponent. With Cavanaugh down on his stomach, Sativa approached and knelt down, grabbing her opponent by his wrists and placing her foot into the middle of his back, pressing down with all her weight while pulling back in her direction with all the strength she could muster. She continued to apply the pressure as the fans cheered her on, imploring Cavanaugh to give up early on in the match.
JOHNSON: ”Good early momentum for Sativa here tonight. You know she’s got to be feeling disappointed with her recent run of luck.”
VASSA: ”Maybe, but you can’t feel sorry for yourself going up against an established superstar like Max Cavanaugh and she certainly doesn’t seem to have done so.”
JOHNSON: ”We know just how volatile and dangerous she can be. Let’s see if she can carry this early momentum into a win.”
Whether it was sweat that broke one of his hands free or just sheer luck the world would never know, but Cavanaugh managed to get one of his hands free of Sativa’s grip and was quick to roll over and pull his other hand free as well, sending Sativa stumbling awkwardly into the ropes. Regaining her balance, Sativa turned to resume her assault on Max, who astutely pulled the referee into the way, leaving him to get clocked accidentally by a charging Nevaeh. Stunned by the collision momentarily, Sativa shakes her head and looks to help the referee only to receive a thumb to the eye and a sudden DDT from Cavanaugh that immediately shifts the momentum of the match back to relatively even.
Both competitors stay down for a moment and then begin to work their way back up to their feet slowly. Sativa gets there first but has her strike blocked as Cavanaugh returned to a standing position and returned fire with a solid forearm shot to the jaw that backs Sativa up a few steps. Max quickly whips her into the opposite ropes and then connects with a spinning elbow that knocks Nevaeh down to the mat. Using her hair to assist her back up, Cavanaugh hooks her arm around his head and then lifts her up into the air vertically before falling backwards, allowing Sativa’s back to bounce off of the mat roughly. Max immediately spins and covers for a pinfall attempt and the referee, who was still groggy and recovering, dropped slowly to the mat to count.

The crowd cheers thankfully as Sativa kicks out early into the two count. A smirk on his face, Max pulls her back up to her feet once more and sends her racing into the ropes. He telegraphs a back body drop which Sativa leap frogs and then bounces off of the opposite ropes, returning at full speed only to be caught by Max who drops down and flips, connecting with an overhead kick to the temple of Sativa. Once more Max is quick to get himself into position and cover, hooking the leg on this attempt, as the referee (more quickly than the last time) drops to count the pinfall attempt yet again.

JOHNSON: ”Somehow Sativa manages to kick out of that wicked overhead kick.”
VASSA: ”It’s called a pele kick these days, Steve. Get with the program.”
Much to the crowds delight, Sativa kicks out of the pinning predicament once more. Looking to put the finishing touches on the match, Max pulls her back up to her feet and pulls back, swinging as hard as he could seemingly trying to knock her out cold, Sativa manages to block the punch and then, with a woozy smirk on her face, brings up her right hand and extends her middle finger, flipping Cavanaugh the bird. In response, Max tries to connect with a left strike but has that one blocked by Sativa as well, who then kicks him in the stomach and leaps over him, pulling him over her head and then down to the mat sharply with a modified power bomb. Nevaeh doesn’t let go, however, instead hooking her legs over his shoulders, pinning them to the mat. Confused for half a second the referee doesn’t seem to know what’s going on before recognizing the pinfall attempt and dropping to count.

Cavanaugh twists out of the pinning predicament, rolling over and popping up to a standing position where he is immediately flattened by a super kick from Sativa. Desperation kicking in, knowing that she needs to put an end to the brief losing streak she has been on, moves to the nearby corner and ascends to the top rope as the crowd begins to buzz with excitement. Steadying herself once she’s on the top rope, Sativa aligns for the sonic screwdriver, takes a deep breath, and then leaps.
And crashes down to empty mat, where Cavanaugh barely managed to get out of the way at the last second. Scrambling, he ascends to the top rope where Sativa had just been standing and turns his back to her, steadying himself and then leaping. MOST AMERICAN MOONSAULT EVER! And it lands flush across the body of Sativa Nevaeh. Max instinctively hooks the leg, pressing down with all of his weight on her shoulders as the referee slid in.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, MAX CCAAVVAANNAAUUGGHH!!!”
“Devil Inside Me” hits the speakers as Max slowly rises to his feet. Stepping in beside him, the official grabs his hand but before he can raise it, Max rips it away from him.
JOHNSON: ”There you have it, that’s our show ladies and gentlemen.”
VASSA: ”Max ended it with an impressive win here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”He did Vinny. With this win here, he’ll move on to three and oh.”
VASSA: ”This isn’t just any win though. This is a pretty big win for him. He just scored a pinfall over a former 4CW Tag Team and two time Extreme Champion.”
JOHNSON: ”It was very impressive. I’m not denying that. He’s off to a great start so far in 4CW and at this pace, it won’t be long before he finds himself in some high profile matches.”
VASSA: ”Following Ante Up would be the time to do it. With the majority of people focusing on the upcoming Bad Company tournament, he could easily move up the singles ranks while no one is looking.”
JOHNSON: ”He very well could. Well, that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. Be sure to tune in next week as we head to Las Vegas for Ante Up, 4CW’s premiere pay-per0view of the year.”
VASSA: ”I’m looking forward to it. We have some great matches lined up and I’m just dying to see who walks out a winner.”
JOHNSON: ”From all of us at 4CW, I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good Night!”