ANTE UP (106)

Covering Ennio Morricone’s “The Ecstasy of Gold”, Metallica blares through the speakers as the scene opens to an overhead shot from inside of the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. With just moments away from the start of 4CW’s biggest and most meaningful pay-per-view of the year, the entire arena is packed to the brim as fans from all over are in attendance for the high profile matches in store. In the crowd, various signs are held, but only a few grabbing the camera mans attention.

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Down at ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit behind the booth, eager to get things underway as the wait has already been too long. The camera angle then changes views to a shot directly in front of the booth. Taking a sip from his brown fluid filled glass, Vassa elbows Steve in the side before extending his arm and peeling a finger away from the glass to point ahead.

JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to 4CW’s Ante Up! I’m Steve Johnson and this lady killer beside me is no one other than Vinny Vassa!”

VASSA: ”Hello folks! Goddamn it feels great to be here tonight! Thanks for joining us, as if you’d have anything better to do.”

JOHNSON: ”We come to you live from the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, the home city of 4CW!”

VASSA: ”And boy does it feel great to actually be here to an event and not just to visit the office.”

JOHNSON: ”This isn’t just any event. This is THE event! There aren’t that many names on the card but it is an honor for those who are booked this evening as Ante Up is the first pay-per-view that started it all for 4CW, just three years ago!”

VASSA: ”We’ve come a long way since then, back when it wasn’t even a pay-per-view but a supercard. It’s been an enjoyable ride.”

JOHNSON: ”It truly has. 4CW has evolved quite a bit over the years and this isn’t me being biased when I say it but I can’t think of another place that houses the level of competition that 4CW does.”

VASSA: ”A lot of places try to but only few can hold the amount of egos we have.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s the truth.”

VASSA: ”So what all do we have in the lineup tonight, Steve? Like I don’t already know…”

JOHNSON: ”Kicking things off we have an Extreme Championship match that will officially be the beginning of the Extreme Roulette which will run for the entire course of the night up until the start of the main event.”

VASSA: ”Last year’s premiere of this concept was wild. I expect this years to be even bigger. We don’t know who will start things off against Viduus but any moment now Perry Wallace will be out here with a roulette wheel to decide.”

JOHNSON: ”After that we have a grudge match between Lauryn Wolfe and Matthias Barrows – the man who injured her not too long ago.”

VASSA: ”She returned and got some revenge two weeks ago but tonight the two can finally get it out and leave it all on the table.”

JOHNSON: ”For the first time ever, at least to my knowledge, we have a Videogame Deathmatch between Mariano Fernandez and Nirvana.”

VASSA: ”I love Deathmatches and can’t wait to see what this whole videogame theme adds to the brutality.”

JOHNSON: ”I expect to see a lot of Skyrim influenced weaponry.”

VASSA: ”With Mariano involved, that isn’t anything new!”

JOHNSON: ”Following that we have three back to back to back singles championship matches. We have Anastasia Hayden challenging Alexis Morrison for the Fate Championship. We also have Amber Ryan challenging Bryan Williams for the Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”Those are two matches that I’m really looking forward to. Each match, the wrestlers involved have a history with each other from their time before 4CW. It’s spilt over into 4CW and the stars have aligned for them coming together on 4CW’s biggest stage of all.”

JOHNSON: ”And if that wasn’t enough, we have our main event which is a Fatal Four-Way Sixty Minute Iron Man with the best of the best all competing for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: ”We have Jason Cashe in this thing, a former three time 4CW Champion!”

JOHNSON: ”We also have one half of the 4CW Tag-Team Champions and former XTV Champion, Adrian Tanner Jr.”

VASSA: ”Let’s not forget The Butcher! Former two time Extreme Champion! Former 4CW Champion! Hall of Famer! Dakota Smith!”

JOHNSON: ”Those three are going to bring quite the challenge to Bronx Valescence in his first championship defense after winning the belt at South Beach Brawl against Elijah Carlson.”

VASSA: ”Sixty minutes is a long time and anything is bound to happen. This will be the third time this match has been held in 4CW, the only place I even know who has done it. And if anywhere else is doing it then they probably jacked the website as well!”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

VASSA: ”I am calm, somewhat. I just want this event to get started! I’ve been waiting all year for this!”

And with that, the lights throughout the entire arena dim as a spotlight shines down upon the entrance way at the top of the ramp. Through the curtain, Perry Wallace walks through dressed to impress in a custom tailored suit. Following behind him, a member of the event staff pushes out a roulette wheel, bringing it to the center of the entrance stage. The camera angle changes to close up shot of the roulette wheel where various names can be seen written throughout such as Matthias Barrows, Carmella Wilder, Scott Stevens, Scott Woodson, Dexter Severin, Johnny Evil, and “Mystery Person”. With a microphone is hand, Perry looks over the crowd for a few short moments before raising it to his lips and speaking over the anxious crowd.

WALLACE: ”ARE YOU READY?!?!?!”

Perry screams into the microphone as the crowd roars in return.

WALLACE: ”Just last year we introduced this concept to 4CW and in my opinion, it was a huge success. This year, we’re looking to top that. Whether we do so or not will depend on the names listed here on this wheel and the 4CW Extreme Champion himself, Viduus Morta!”

Looking down at the wheel, Perry runs his other hand along the edge, glancing over the names written below.

WALLACE: ”The game is simple. This wheel is going to spin and this ball right here…”

Reaching into his pocket, Perry digs down deep into it.

WALLACE: ”Is going to determine who will start things off in a one on one match with the champ!”

Pulling out a ball from his pocket, Perry holds it up for the crowd to see. The camera zooms to get a close up shot and on the ball, “Blame 4CW” is written with a Sharpie.

WALLACE: ”After the initial match to start the show, that’s when the fun and games will really kick into overdrive! It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re at, if you have an official close by and the current holder of the Extreme Championship in sight, you have it under my authority to kill that son of a bitch or die trying!”

The crowd begins to stir and cheer at the announcement.

WALLACE: ”This will go on for the entire night up until the bell right before our main event. Anything goes. Anyone can partake. Once that final bell sounds, whoever is currently in rightful possession of the Extreme Championship will be your new, or still, 4CW Extreme Champion!”

Full of excitement himself, Perry fist pumps with the ball in hand before circling the roulette table. After making a full circle around it, he stop in place and extends his arm to the side. Looking up at the crowd, a grin emerges on his face before he speaks once more.

WALLACE: ”Spin that mother fucker if you will!”

Following his order, the event staff member then spins the wheel with all of their might, sending it into full motion. Cutting his attention to the wheel below, Perry then rolls the ball in his hand along the outer edge, opposite direction than the wheel is spinning.

WALLACE: ”Here we go!”

Round and round, the ball rolls on the roulette wheel below as it spins in the opposite direction. Perry’s eyes circle below, following the ball. After a few moments, the ball makes its way down to the names and before you know it, falls into a slot.

WALLACE: ”Give it up for DEXTER SSEEVVEERRIINN!!!”

On their feet, the crowd begins to cheer loudly throughout the arena. Looking around with a smile on his face, Perry enjoys the sight to his eyes.

WALLACE: ”The only man with the nuts to step up from Octane folks! Let’s hear it for him! Dexter Severin will challenge Viduus Morta for the Extreme Championship, kicking off the Extreme Roulette right here tonight!”

Rolling the roulette wheel away, the event staff member takes it to the back, leaving Perry alone as he stands in the center of the stage.

WALLACE: ”Everything has been set. You all know the rules. Kill or be killed. Let the games begin!”

As we go backstage. There’s an empty parking lot underneath the MGM where most of the wrestlers enter. A black rental pulls up and parks as the crowd watches silently. A door slams, so does the trunk and a bag begins rolling as the crowd pops loudly to see the 4CW Champion making his appearance to the event. He wears a suit, no tie with the top button undone. A casual look for the champion as he has the 4CW Championship tossed over his shoulder casually. Bronx gives the camera a smug smile as he nods.

VALESCENCE: “TONIGHT! The show they call Ante Up in 4CW. I’ve had my cards on the table for quite some time now. A year ago I was in a similar match with some of the 4CW elites. I was overlooked and outmatched. Fast forward a year later, and my how the tables have turned. Now I’M the one everyone is looking at. Now I’M the one with the target on his back. And I get it…”

Bronx continued to walk as the camera followed him and the crowd hung onto his every word as he glanced down at the camera through his sunglasses occasionally.

VALESCENCE: “You’ll hear Dakota Smith talk about how much he needs his heart! You’ll hear Jason Cashe talk about how badly he needs to be back on top. You’ll hear all about how they say I don’t deserve it. None of them need it as badly as I do. None of them need this win as badly as I need this win. I know that seems a bit childish to say. Almost a “I know you are but what am I,” sort of deal. I, along with everyone else in 4CW never thought I’d be in this position. When I was away from 4CW, I didn’t think I’d ever have what it takes to get on top, but I need the signature win. I need the career defining moment, because beating a broken man wasn’t enough for me.”

Nodding, Bronx walked through security as they nodded him through as they saw the gold on his shoulder. There would be times in the past he wouldn’t have been able to do that.

VALESCENCE: “Less than 24 hours ago, I signed an exclusive contract to 4CW.”

A loud pop grew from the crowd.

VALESCENCE: “I didn’t do it because I needed attention or to try and gain an edge on those in this match. I did it before my title match to prove a point. I did it to shoe everyone, the people, the fans, the boys in the back that I am here to stay. I am here to fight. Win or lose I don’t want weeks off or I don’t want breaks. I want to go out and prove myself each and every week. Some would think it unfair to have to step into a match like this on my very first defense. I simply say, bring it on. I want to be the best champion I can be, and i can’t do that wrestling the cupcakes. So I say…”

Bronx walked to his locker room door. On the door, it read: BRONX VALESCENCE, 4CW CHAMPION. In big, bold letters. Bronx slammed the name with his fist and looked over his shoulder to the camera with a sideways smirk.

VALESCENCE: “Ante Up. Let the fun begin.”

ZOLNEROWICH: ”Have you seen Lauryn anywhere, Tasha?”

CAMPBELL: ”Nah. Asked the crew here but they seem apprehensive or something. It’s weird.”

Over to another area backstage, Amanda Zolnerowich and Tasha Campbell are frantically walking as they look around, desperately searching for Lauryn Wolfe. Tasha fumbles with her phone while Amanda asks more people that are backstage if they’ve seen Lauryn, but they all either say no or just completely ignore the questions altogether. Frustration is clearly on the face of Amanda as she sighs and rolls her eyes.

ZOLNEROWICH: ”How the hell could these people not know if Lauryn got in the arena or not?”

CAMPBELL: ”Hey, don’t ask me. 4CW is weird place anyways.”

Tasha frowns and places the phone in the back pocket of her jeans as she realizes that any and all attempts at calling Wolfe would be futile. The two women look to be down on their luck, but after more walking and searching, they perk up when they notice a familiar set of luggage right in front of a locker room.

ZOLNEROWICH: ”Finally! God damn that took long enough.”

CAMPBELL: ”I know, right?”

Wasting no time, the two ladies walk up to the door and notice that it was slightly ajar. They didn’t bother to knock and just busted right on in. However, they were caught off guard by how messy the place was… and how there were no signs of Wolfe anywhere.

ZOLNEROWICH: ”You have got to be kidding me.”

The two press on, scavenging through the messy piles of clothes and other items that were taken out from the luggage. After some time, Amanda stumbles on what appears to be a crumpled up piece of paper on the chair nearby.

CAMPBELL: ”What’s that?”

ZOLNEROWICH: ”It’s a piece of paper. Duh. What else could it be?”

CAMPBELL: ”Okay, well, maybe that was the wrong question to ask. Why is the paper there?”

ZOLNEROWICH: ”Well, we’re gonna find that out. Hold on now…”

Amanda grabs the paper and opens it up. Sure enough, there was some writing on it, albeit messy. Amanda and Tasha look at the paper before Amanda begins to read out loud the contents of the note.

ZOLNEROWICH: ”If you’re reading this, then that means that the two of you have completely ignored my voicemail because you two are nosey bitches that can never let me be. That’s always been the issue with you two, but I digress. The point is that I’ve had some time to think some things over. I feel lost and incomplete. Everyone and everything has been a distraction for me and I feel as though I’ve allowed myself to let those same distractions get to me. It’s why I haven’t been the way that I am lately, and I think it’s for the best that I rid myself of those distractions… and that includes the two of you.”

Amanda briefly pauses to look at Tasha, who looks completely confused. However, Amanda eventually continues on with the reading.

ZOLNEROWICH: ”I hate to do this, but I really need to find myself again. I can’t be who I once was if I allow those around me to drag me down and hold me back. I’ve come to understand that I need to break free from everyone, and I am done with all of the bullshit. It’s about time that the real me gets to come back, and this time, I will never lose my identity ever again. I’m sorry, but I don’t want you, Tasha or anyone else to speak to me again… Friends will only be of hindrance, and besides… I’ve always done best when I’m alone.”

Blinking a few times, Amanda places the note to the side as she looks at Tasha. Tasha, who’s just as stunned, scratches her head for a bit.

CAMPBELL: ”So, uh… this is just a joke, right?”

ZOLNEROWICH: ”I don’t even know.”

Amanda sighs and places a hand on her hip.

ZOLNEROWICH: ”Well, guess we gotta go. Come on hon. We’ll try and figure this all out for another time.”

She places her hand on Tasha’s shoulder as the two women step out, still confused about the note and everything that they’ve heard.

OPENING MATCH
EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME ROULETTE

VIDUUS MORTA VS. DEXTER SEVERIN

JOHNSON: “So we start what might be the most unpredictable match in 4CW history. An Extreme Roulette match, where the only rule is that… well, there are no rules. Whomever walks out of this arena tonight with the title is going to be the new Extreme title belt.”

VASSA: “Yeah, we’re in for some carnage. Pure and simple.”

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

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first, he is the 4CW Extreme Champion… VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

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

JOHNSON: “There’s Viduus Morta the current champion, for him retain tonight… well, the odds are simply in his favor.”

VASSA: “Fifteen to one, Stevie. Fifteen to one.”

The lights of the building go dark, spawning thousands of cellphones to be brought out for lighting.

“Behold the King”

A guitar riff and Lemmy’s voice plays over the P.A. system.

“That King of Kings.”

A golden spotlight shines down on the empty entrance ramp.

“On your knees, dog.”

The riffs continue as a man in a glittering, golden robe enters the spotlight.

“All Hail.”

Dexter Severin stands in the golden spotlight. There is no expression on his bearded face he stands here, looking out over the crowd. As Motorhead’s “King of Kings” kicks off in earnest, Dex makes his way down the aisle, the golden spotlight keeping pace.

POWERS: ”And the opponent… DEXTER SSEEVVEERRIINN!!!”

Upon getting to ringside, he pushes a random ring attendant out of their chair and takes it, along with the ring announcer’s microphone. He climbs into the ring, opens the chair and places it in the middle of the ring, and then sits backwards in it. “King of Kings” ends but the house lights stay off, the golden spotlight illuminating him.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “Here we go, Extreme Roulette match and Viduus Morta is going to face off first against Dexter Severin. You know, Morta’s going to have a big hill to climb here tonight if he’s going to walk out of Ante Up still as the Extreme champion.”

VASSA: “Right as always, Stevie. He’s got to only survive this match, but then survive an unknown number of matches from unknown competitors anywhere in this building tonight! Anywhere! He could be trying to take a leak and a match can break out.”

JOHNSON: “Interesting thoughts there, Vinny.”

VASSA: “I’m bringing the fire here tonight. Don’t you worry.”

JOHNSON: “Morta and Severin locking up in the middle of the ring, quickly Morta goes with the go behind move and has Severin in a wristlock. Kind of odd seeing a wrestling move here from Viduus.”

VASSA: “Could be a strategy perhaps?”

Doesn’t matter, Severin quickly counters with a couple of back elbow shots which then cause Viduus to counter with a couple of shots himself which sort of causes the whole technical aspect of this match to break down completely! Severin rears back and unloads with a chop across the chest of Viduus, and Viduus does the same as well. The two begin to back and forth with various haymaker shots which gets the crowd involved into this match right away. Dex roars back for a big clothesline, but Viduus ducks underneath the attempt and quickly locks in from the side and lifts up Severin…

SLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

…slamming him onto the mat with a belly to back suplex. Dex hits the mat and bounces back up, but Viduus charges off of the ropes and unloads with a running clothesline! Severin falls to the mat once again which allows Viduus to go for a pin attempt early on, however, before the referee can even get into position for a count Dex powers out of the pin attempt.

VASSA: “Probably going to need something a little bit more to keep Dexter down here tonight. He looks pumped.”

JOHNSON: “Severin back up to his feet again, and there’s the champion looking to unload with a couple of right hands. Dex backing up against the ropes trying to cover up and is sent for the ride. Dex is able to duck under the clothesline attempt…”

SLLLLLLLAMM!!!

JOHNSON: “…and connects with a leaping knee strike dropping the champion to the mat!”

VASSA: “When are we going to get the chainsaws here?”

Severin stomps down on Viduus a couple of more times which causes the champion to roll to the outside of the ring to the floor below. Severin is quick to follow his opponent to the outside of the ring. Dex pulls the champion up to his feet and unloads him….

SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!!!

…into the staircase causing it to split in half as Viduus hits shoulder first! Severin begins to dig under the ring and pulls out a garbage can which he tosses into the ring. When the can hits the ring a few goodies spill out onto the mat which makes the crowd happy. Severin goes after the champion and rolls him into the ring, but instead of following him Severin picks up one half of the staircase and tosses that into the ring as well.

JOHNSON: “Dexter Severin is upping the violence here in the ring.”

VASSA: “No chainsaws? Well, some violence is okay I guess.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think we have chainsaws here tonight, Vinny.”

VASSA: “You never know. This is Vegas.”

Severin picks up the stairs and just as Viduus gets up to his feet he flings it in his direction…

SMMMMMMMACK!!!

…connecting across Morta’s back with the staircase! Severin heads over towards the garbage can and dumps out all the various things that have been stuffed in there. Dex opts for the kendo stick and heads over to where Morta is trying to get back up to his feet once again.

CRRRRRACK!!!

CRRRRRACK!!!

CRRRRRACK!!!

Cracking it over the extreme champion’s head three times and with the last time causing the cane to break a little bit and causes Dex to toss it to the side. Dex picks up Viduus once again this time scoops up and slams down the champion onto the mat. Dex heads to the outside of the ring and begins to climb to the top ropes.

JOHNSON: “Severin’s headed to the top rope here, he could be going to end this one right now.”

VASSA: “He’s certainly done enough carnage.”

JOHNSON: “Severin leaps, here comes the elbow drop…”

SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

Severin connects with Da Squash! Severin quickly hooks the leg of the champion and the referee slides into position and begins the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: “No! Viduus Morta gets the shoulder up!”

VASSA: “Needs to hit him harder with the cane next time.”

JOHNSON: “Dex seems a little confused about the count, but it was a good one here. I think he’s a little more shocked that Viduus got his shoulder up more than the count.”

Dex pulls Viduus up, but the champion is able to counter with go-behind move and wraps his arms around the waist of Severin. Viduus lifts him up and over with a German Suplex! The wind from Dex’s lungs is blown out as Viduus gets right back up again and sends a stunned Severin into the ropes at the same time Viduus charges into the far ropes and the two head towards each other…

SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

JOHNSON: “Soul Reaper! Viduus connects with that shoulder and nearly breaks the challenger in half.”

VASSA: “Goodbye sexy teddy bear.”

JOHNSON: “Viduus getting back up to his feet and so is Dex.”

Dex stumbles backwards right into Viduus who locks in a reverse suplex and lifts up into the air and quickly drops the challenger down onto the mat with a brainbuster!!

JOHNSON: “Awakening! Viduus connects with his Awakening! Here’s the cover by Viduus…”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: “Viduus Morta is able to hold off Dexter Severin and picks up the win here tonight on his first defense.”

VASSA: “He’s got many more of these to go.”

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, and still 4CW Extreme Champion… VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

JOHNSON: “Viduus getting out of here by the skin of his teeth. Wait a minute!”

Just then a group of masked people slide into the ring, they begin to hammer away at Viduus and Dexter! Each of the masked individuals begin to take their turns attacking the champion and challenger. Somehow, Viduus is able to break free long enough and picks up one of the other canes in the ring and spears the nearest of the masked man in the midsection. Dexter Severin breaks free long enough and connects with a shoulder tackle on one of the masked persons in the ring as well. Morta and Severin begin to fight them off in the ring, connecting with haymakers and various other shots. Morta clears one of the masked people over the top rope while Severin picks up the garbage can and unloads with it…

CRRRRRRASSSH!!!!

…across the top of one of the masked people across the skull! Severin turns just in time to slam that garbage can right into the chest of another of the masked people before Morta leaps up and connects with a dropkick right into the garbage can which causes the man in the mask to fall through the middle and top ropes to the floor below.

JOHNSON: “This group of masked individuals coming down here into the ring, but Morta and Severin have been able to fight them off here and nearly have cleared the ring.”

VASSA: “This is what to expect, I guess. There are no rules. Morta’s got to somehow escape here tonight with that title… and everyone’s gunning for him.”

JOHNSON: “It’s going to be a wild night, that’s for sure. And we’re just getting started!”

Morta grabs the last masked individual by the back of the head and tosses him out the ring over the top and to the floor below. Morta backs up and looks around with only he and Severin standing there in the middle of the ring with a the carnage surrounding them. Morta looks to grab for his title belt…

SMMMMMMACK!!!

…but instead is met by a vicious superkick by Dexter Severin!! Morta is knocked to his back as Severin yells towards the referee as he hooks the leg and rolls him up for the pin.

JOHNSON: “Is this legal?”

VASSA: “I think so!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “WE HAVE A NEW EXTREME CHAMPION!! DEXTER SEVERIN HAS WON THE TITLE AFTER HE LOST THE MATCH!!”

VASSA: “I am not following this logic, but what the hell this is the Extreme title.”

JOHNSON: “Dexter Severin is the new champion… and wait! Wait!”

More masked individuals come rushing from the crowd as Severin clutches his title and gets the hell out of the ring as fast as possible as more masked individuals collide in the ring. Severin doesn’t stop there, instead he takes the Extreme title and runs through the curtain for safety.

JOHNSON: “What a way to start the night off! What’s going to happen with the Extreme title by the end of this night?”

VASSA: “I have no idea, but I’m glad I don’t have that title in my possession. That’s going to be hell tonight.”

After the match, we fade into a video feed from Max Cavanaugh’s home in New Orleans, Louisiana. He speaks in front of an American flag hanging on the wall and a trophy case containing a few titles, but mostly high school and college athletic trophies. He looks at them fondly for a moment before turning to the camera. He is wearing a black robe.

CAVANAUGH: “For those of you wondering… no… I am not in Las Vegas tonight for Ante Up. I planned to attend the show, but after the last Adrenaline, I decided it would be best to return home and gather my thoughts.”

Max’s voice wavers for a moment. He is clearly distressed.

CAVANAUGH: “It was a traumatic experience. Sure, I easily defeated one of 4CW’s most decorated wrestlers. Sure, I headlined my very first show. But all week, I’ve been hearing about how Adrenaline saw near record low ratings and how I’m not as big of a star as I claim to be.”

He leaned forward, pointing a finger at the camera.

CAVANAUGH: “Now, I know that’s not true. I know I’m a big star. I’m world famous and beloved in every nation, especially the United States. There is no possible way that even without 4CW’s other big stars wrestling on that show that the rating could fall so much with me in the main event… with me as the HEADLINER. And then it hit me.”

Leaning back, a scowl came across Max’s face. His voice morphed into a scream.

CAVANAUGH: “This is a CONSPIRACY! Perry Wallace and the 4CW brass KNOW that I am a star too great for them to handle, so they are trying to HOLD ME DOWN! They KNOW that if given the opportunity I would EXPOSE the company that likes to call itself the best in the world. There is no company that’s the best in the world… because I’m the best the world.”

His finger waved to the left and right as he continued to speak.

CAVANAUGH: “Perry CONSPIRED with the ratings to make them seem lower so that he could put a chink in my armor. He risks the reputation of his flagship show JUST TO MAKE ME QUESTION MYSELF!”

Max took a step back and got himself composed.

CAVANAUGH: “But I see through it all. I am woke. I KNOW how the world works, and I will not fall for these sort of tricks. I DEMAND an apology from PERRY WALLACE HIMSELF or there will be a LAWSUIT and CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION regarding ratings tampering! That is a FEDERAL CRIME – and don’t think for one second that I won’t pull the trigger and bring this company down!”

The shrill scream returned once again.

CAVANAUGH: “I have the best lawyers – lawyers that graduated from HARVARD! 4CW… if you want to screw with MY REPUTATION, I will DESTROY YOU!”

A beat. Max glanced longingly at the American flag, touching it tenderly with the tips of his fingers, before he returned to the camera.

CAVANAUGH: “But I hope it doesn’t come to that. I came to 4CW to show that there isn’t a wrestler in the world who can touch me. And despite everything that has happened to me, all of the DISRESPECT that I have dealt with since signing here… I’m going to give this company one more chance to prove it’s worth my time.”

Max holds up four fingers.

CAVANAUGH: “The Four Corners Frenzy Match. Matthias Barrows is the idiot who made the challenge, and Perry Wallace is the moron who signed off on it. Thirty wrestlers… one shot at the 4CW Championship on the line.”

He smiled, leaning towards the camera.

CAVANAUGH: “If I won’t be given the opportunities I deserve, I’ll take them. Enjoy the show – as best you can without ME wrestling on it!”

We abruptly cut to back.

With the Extreme Championship in hand, Dexter Severin races through the halls.

VASSA: ”Run for your life Dexter!”

JOHNSON: ”Who are those people?”

VASSA: ”Your guess is as good as mine. Just a bunch of freaks running around dressed like it’s Halloween.”

JOHNSON: ”Where is security on this? these people came from the crowd and attacked but Dexter and Viduus. Now Dexter is on the run for his life with the Extreme Championship.”

VASSA: ”What can security do? This Extreme Roulette is open to any and everyone. Security doesn’t know if these are wrestlers or random fans in attendance.”

Turning the corner, Dexter runs directly into an extended arm, clotheslining him. Dropping to his back, Dexter smacks the floor as the Extreme Championship flies down the hall before hitting the floor and sliding a few feet until coming to its final resting point.

VASSA: ”Holy Shit! They caught up to him!”

Standing over Dexter, a familiar face to 4CW looks down to him.

JOHNSON: ”Wait a second, that’s–“

VASSA: ”Who is that man?!”

JOHNSON: ”I’d tell you if you’d be quiet for a dang minute!”

Shaking the cobwebs off, Dexter slowly comes back to his senses after having the back of his head slam against the hard surface of the floor. The camera then turns back to the man attached to the arm, zooming in closely on his body full of scars and up to his face to match.

JOHNSON: ”That’s Eric Lee!”

VASSA: ”I knew it was him…”

JOHNSON: ”You did not, stop it!”

In a rage, Eric quickly squats down and grabs onto Dexter with both hands. Back stepping, Eric drags him across the floor and towards the Extreme Championship. Swinging his arms, Dexter hits Eric in the side of his shoulders but Eric doesn’t let up. Pulling Dexter up from the floor, Eric then drives him backwards and slams him into the wall. Dexter’s body demolishes the drywall as his back leaves a hole in it. Swinging with his right, Dexter catches Eric in the side of the head with a quick power punch, stunning him briefly. Pushing Eric away, Dexter then drops his shoulder and bursts forward, driving it into Eric’s stomach and wrapping his arms around his waist. Pushing Eric backwards to the other side of the hall, Dexter slams Eric into the wall, putting him through it just as Eric did him. To Eric’s side, Dexter’s head also goes through the wall.

VASSA: ”Holy shit, these guys are going to tear the house down!”

JOHNSON: ”I expect that Perry isn’t going to be pleased with the bill for damages.”

Pulling his head from the drywall, Dexter stands straight up and begins pounding into Eric’s body with lefts and rights. Pushing himself out of the wall, Eric doesn’t defend himself as Dexter fires at will. Drawing back, Dexter then punches straight for Eric’s face! Ducking out of the way, Dexter’s hand travels through the opening in the wall before colliding with a wooden beam on the inside.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!

Pulling his hand back quickly, Dexter grunts in pain before shaking his hand back and forth. Punching Dexter in the throat, Eric sends him stumbling backwards, gasping for air, as he crashes back into the opposite wall. Bouncing off, Dexter lunges at Eric but as he does, Eric reaches down and picks up the Extreme Championship. Popping back up, Eric drives the championship directly into Dexter’s face, dropping him right then and there in the middle of the hall.

JOHNSON: ”Oh my, Dexter just tasted the Extreme Championship!”

VASSA: ”Tasted like shit I’m sure.”

With an official nearby following the holder of the belt, Eric drops down to his knees with the championship in hand. Raising it high above his head with both hands gripping it tightly, Eric then slams it down, planting it right across Dexter’s forehead. Leaning across Dexter’s body with the championship in hand, Eric looks to the official as he slides in beside them, through drywall and all, to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”We have a second new champion for the night!”

JOHNSON: ”You saw it right here ladies and gentlemen! Eric Lee has captured the Extreme Championship in the Extreme Roulette!”

VASSA: ”The party is just getting started for him.”

Standing tall, Eric then grabs the official by the arm and jerks him closer before dragging him with as the two leave the scene. Once they are out of sight, a few short moments pass before the group of masked men race onto the scene. Stopping at Dexter’s body, the survey the area and damage done before looking to one another in confusion.

UNDERCARD
GRUDGE MATCH
LAURYN WOLFE VS. MATTHIAS BARROWS

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for One Fall!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bite down, bite down

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

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

VASSA: ”Wolfe is gritting her teeth, ready to hunt. But there’s a murderous intent in her eyes.”

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

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Stacy Barrows and Gary the Assassin; from Reno, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred forty-one pounds, MATTHIAS BBAARRRROOWWSS!!!”

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

VASSA: ”And hunting season’s now, Johnson.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think the kids ought’a be watching this one.”

VASSA: ”No, fuck that! Keep watching!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The match gets under way by the referee’s call and right out of the gates, Wolfe rushes to Barrows. But Barrows dashes forward and catches Wolfe, lifting her off her feet for a spinebuster. Wolfe locks her legs around his waist and locks his head under her arm, as Barrows halts the entire motion and throws her off knowing full well he’d do more harm to himself than her. As she lands on her feet, Wolfe is caught by a kick to the gut that Barrows follows with a collar and elbow tie-up. Barrows overpowers Wolfe quickly, but as Wolfe is thrown to the mat she gets into position and spins around to kick the leg out from under Barrows who uses the imbalance to try and drop an elbow, that Lauryn rolls out of the way for. Barrows kips himself up, as Lauryn pops up from the mat herself with a jumping knee strike. Barrows counters by holding on to the knee and throws her overhead for a back body drop that she lands on her feet from. With their backs to each other, we have a quiet moment in the match. Barrows smiles arrogantly while Lauryn looks about ready to kill but is keeping herself composed. Barrows quickly spins around and hits Wolfe with a dropkick to the back that sends her bouncing off the ropes, with her back-stepping into Barrows’ arms which he aims to follow up with a German Suplex. Wolfe locks her leg around the back of Barrows’ calf while in the air. Wolfe drops back-first on top of Barrows as she quickly rolls off and jumps to her feet while Barrows gasps for air momentarily. A bounce off the ropes and a sliding bullet elbow to the head of Barrows by Wolfe sends her into a quick pin!

ONE

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JOHNSON: ”Not even two! That was way too early but a nice exchange between these two so far!”

VASSA: ”Lauryn using her agility and smarts to her advantage so far. But the wheels have to be turning in Barrows’ head.”

Realizing the strength game is in his favor, Barrows kicks out and hooks Lauryn’s arms! He throws her overhead for a crucifix pin that he breaks up himself. He keeps a hold of her arm and leg while hopping to his feet. Barrows rolls over Wolfe’s body and lifts her up onto his shoulders before dropping backwards for a thudding samoan drop! He doesn’t let go, kicking his feet up over her body again to gain leverage, rolling over her body once more and with the same momentum tries to power her down again. Lauryn struggles her foot loose and swings off the shoulders holding on to the neck, dropping Barrows with a neckbreaker! But she doesn’t let go now. It’s her turn to roll onto Barrows and have her way from the mount, raining punches down on his face! Mind out of the gutter folks! One punch clips Barrows just above the eyebrow as a slight streak of blood begins running down! Barrows looks stunned but he struggles her off of him! The referee checks on the severity of the cut while pushing off Wolfe. Noticing it isn’t anything too dangerous, the fight continues within seconds. Barrows has retreated into the corner. Big mistake as Lauryn charges at him and hits him with a Cannonball Senton! She rolls back onto her feet, back into the opposite corner and goes for it again! Barrows dodges by rolling out of the way as Lauryn’s lower back hits the lower turnbuckle. On one knee, Barrows pulls Lauryn’s leg back to her feet only to follow it up with a swift Russian Leg-sweep! Barrows hooks the leg.

ONE

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TW–

VASSA: ”No! Just barely two there. A russian legsweep putting anyone away though?”

JOHNSON: ”You never know these days.”

VASSA: ”Fair enough!”

The two combatants rise to their feet in separate corners, Barrows adjusting his elbow pads and checking his wound. Wolfe smirking at the damage she’s done. Barrows sees the smile and walks to her arrogantly, holding his arms out while talking trash we can’t entirely pick up on the microphones. Or translate. Don’t listen, kids. Barrows challenges Wolfe to hit him in the jaw while they approach each other, which she does. Barrows returns the strike with a backhand chop. Lauryn ignores it, and returns it with her own backhand chop. Barrows has had enough of the chops and moves on to hitting her with a European Uppercut. Lauryn remains valiant and instead of punching, kicks Barrows with a shoot kick to the chest! Barrows curses as he appears to have become winded by the kick. Lauryn moves to perform a move but Barrows suckered her in and drops her with a haymaker! The crowd boo’s but Lauryn sits up while Barrows bounces off the ropes and dashes into her with a running knee to the jaw! Wait, no! Lauryn uses Barrows’ momentum against him and spins him around! She quickly jumps on his back and turns it into a single leg Boston Crab! Barrows is writhing but reaching for the ropes! None are in his reach, he has to improvise! He tries reaching for the refferee but he’s not close enough either! He grabs Lauryn’s leg, trying to pull it away but instead she drops to a knee! Less leverage but more stability! This gives Barrows just enough leeway to crawl for the ropes. He reaches! But Lauryn is having none of it! She turns around, and inverses the Boston Crab! She’s looking down on him and stomping on his back whenever he tries to reach!

VASSA: ”Innovation by desperation for Lauryn Wolfe! Did she invent a new move?!”

JOHNSON: ”I might’ve seen it before, but this is definitely a first here tonight!”

Barrows ends up reaching! He’s stretching as far as he can, but Lauryn lets go of the leg and drops a knee into the center of his back! He arches upward! Bad idea, Lauryn locks her hands around his chin and pulls him backwards! Modified Camel clutch! Barrows just barely… just barely… He touches the rope! The hold has to be broken! Lauryn lets go and quickly lifts Barrows up to his feet, but Barrows retaliates! A European Uppercut stuns Wolfe by surprise and gives Barrows enough time to lift her into a torture rack before being spun into a hanging neckbreaker!

JOHNSON: ”The 10-SP! Ten Seconds of Paralysis!”

VASSA: ”A beautiful signature move, but both of them are down! The referee is starting to count them both out!”

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Lauryn is to her feet first, Barrows is still down.

“Five! … Six!”

Lauryn breaks the count by lifting Barrows up to his feet entirely, from his original kneeling position. They both seem to be a little tired and mostly used the count to recover as much as they could. Lauryn slaps Barrows, as his hair swings out of his face. She follows it with an inverted atomic drop! Then bounces off the ropes, hitting a single leg dropkick! Barrows is down again, but Lauryn will not relent! A running senton on top of Barrows to drive the wind out of him! She lifts his head off the mat and seats him as a basement dropkick to the neck rocks Barrows. But Barrows won’t take it anymore and stands up yelling profane sentences at Wolfe. He blocks a kick from Wolfe and uses her imbalance to his advantage to turn her into a Sleeper Hold! Wolfe is reaching for the ropes and clumsily touches it, urging Barrows to break the hold within seconds but he’s not having it.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Barrows drops to the mat while holding Wolfe in the Sleeper Hold, a Sleeper drop. As she lays there holding her head, Matthias quickly hops on to the apron she tried to reach for the ropes of. He quickly slingshots himself over the ropes and turns 90 degrees to plant his leg across her throat. He gets up, and quickly climbs the top rope. Barrows leaps off with his back turned to Lauryn while turning 180 degrees in the air and dropping his leg awkwardly across her throat again. Going for the trifecta, Barrows gets up off his ass and bounces off the ropes to drop one final Leg Drop across her throat. Wolfe clutches her throat as Barrows taunts the crowd, mocking her agony by mimicking the motions. He smears away some of the blood from his small wound and flicks the negative response away, grabbing Lauryn’s arm to raise her to her feet. He irish whips her into the corner, taking a moment to taunt the audience once more. Barrows dashes to Lauryn with evil intent. But Lauryn bursts out of the corner and leaps! A knee strike to the face drops Barrows!

JOHNSON: ”BLOOD! IN! THE! AIR!”

VASSA: ”Barrows is down! Lauryn hooks his leg!”

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Lauryn can’t believe it! She hooks the leg again!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

VASSA: ”It won’t work, Wolfe!”

JOHNSON: ”Damn, what a knee! I can’t believe Barrows isn’t knocked out from it!”

Lauryn’s frustrations show, but she doesn’t let this get to her whatsoever. Instead she howls, signaling for the end! She pulls Barrows to his feet by his hair and locks his head under her arm! She cuts her throat with her thumb and spins around for the Rolling Cutter! NO! Barrows stomps his foot down on the mat stopping the motion! He grabs her wrist from behind her and spins her out hitting her with a sickening lariat known in Japan as the Rainmaker! Lauryn is stunned! Barrows’ face is suddenly a crimson mask! The knee must’ve worsened the cut, but he fights on! He grabs Wolfe’s legs and locks her into a Sharpshooter, but he wants more! He’s turning and reaching for her arms… and hooks them! The Palomar Knot!

VASSA: ”Barrows doesn’t just want to finish this with Wolfe, he wants to re-injure her!”

Lauryn writhes in agony but extends her own back by just a little more to give a little way, being released from the hooks and tucking her head just in time to roll through the hold! Barrows is thrown forward into the ropes, leaning on the middle! Lauryn wastes no time and dashes to the hanging Barrows striking him in the back of the head with a knee strike! Blood in the Eye to the back of the head! She pulls his trunks to get him back on his feet! Lauryn locks his head, wasting not a second before spinning around! ROLLING CUTTER!

JOHNSON: ”FIERY IMPULSE! BARROWS! IS! OUT!”

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Barrows’ leg is placed on the bottom goddamn rope! Lauryn has a moment where she is convinced she’s won until the referee informs her otherwise! She can’t believe it, the crowd can’t believe it, and part of Barrows probably can’t believe it either! His eyes are wide open with surprise written on his face!

JOHNSON: ”It was on the rope!? Even I didn’t see it! Eagle eyes from the referee!”

VASSA: ”Barrows wants to stick it to Wolfe. He wants to… no. He NEEDS to prove to her and the entire world that he’s better! He won’t stay down that easily!”

Barrows’ leg has not moved from the rope while Lauryn has started to catch her breath on the ropes, eye’ing down her adversary. He wasn’t gonna stay down, nor was she. Lauryn grabs a hold of Barrows’ hair and lifts him to his feet. She pushes him off to the ropes and prepares to hit him with Fiery Impulse again. But Barrows’ awareness proves dividence as he springboards off the ropes! He spins in the air and plants his body across Lauryn’s for a crossbody! A sudden rush of energy from Barrows lets him get up and bounce off the ropes while Lauryn gets back to her feet. But before she can muster her returning offense, a clothesline drops her. As the clothesline connects with Lauryn to drop her, Barrows almost collapses under his legs. This gives Lauryn enough time to capture the opportunity! She gets to her feet and pulls Matthias back!

JOHNSON: ”FIERY IMPULSE AGAIN!”

ONE

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BARROWS KICKS OUT! A one count and Barrows kicks out, quickly rising to his feet again wobbling all over the ring! Lauryn is shocked but Matthias is out cold in his feet, he’s a zombie! Just as Wolfe rises again, Barrows stabalizes a little bit, just enough to remain defiant and raise two middle fingers towards Lauryn! Barrows is going out, but he’s going out on his own way! A high kick connects with the jaw of Matthias as he spins around, usually setting up the German Suplex for the Territorial Mark but instead, Lauryn grabs the wrist from behind Matthias and hits him with the kick upon spinning him around!

VASSA: ”PROGRESSION VOLUME TWO! THERE IS NO WAY HE’S KICKING OUT!”

ONE

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JOHNSON: ”Ladies and gentlemen!”

TWO

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JOHNSON: ”Lauryn Wolfe has finally…”

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”REVENGE!”

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

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”

Both competitors are exhausted, the referee pointing towards the downed Lauryn to assign the victor while personnel run down to check on both competitors.

VASSA: ”Absolutely ridiculous, the lengths Barrows put himself through just to defy Wolfe. Insane.”

JOHNSON: ”Wolfe finally got back to him. Finally. What else is next in store for her?”

While the camera’s are aimed at the two competitors still prone in the ring, we slowly fade in to the next segment.

We find cameras backstage near the loading deck of the T-Mobile Arena. Alexis Morrison is standing around looking at something. It is clear the cameraman is keeping its distance. She appears in her usual ring gear preparing for tonight’s Fate Championship. However, there is no championship in her possession, instead, Alexis seems to be holding something in her right hand. Hidden in shadows.

MORRISON: “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Out of the darkness comes this young Romanian woman. Her movement is slow paced. Carefully stepping out from the shadows and giving cameras a glimpse of her appearance, this unknown person holds the Fate Championship in hands, extending both arms out. She has medium length red hair, pale skin, and has sparkling blue eyes. Wearing a choker, a mid-century Victorian dress, and boots, she stands beside Alexis as they both gaze at this wall that has written in blood. The words spell Fate is Dead.

ARACHNE: “It’s wonderful.”

Alexis turns around, walking passed the young woman.

MORRISON: “Thank you for coming to meet me here, Sarah. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other. It’s good to know that you still haven’t forgotten about me after I departed from that hellhole group and their false God. You’re one of the few people I allowed to get to know the real me and seen the things I could do to another person. After that kick Anastasia gave me. It woke me up. It woke me up from this illusion I once believed in goodwill and baked goods. It made me realize my true purpose in wrestling: To destroy.”

The Anti-Starlet raises her arm up to reveal a dented steel chair. She eyes it and starts rubbing on its surface. It was the steel chair used to cost Anastasia Hayden the Monarchy Trans-Atlantic Championship opportunity. It was the one that hit Ashley Tierney. Alexis stops rubbing. She glances back at that 4CW Fate Championship in the hands of her former associate.

MORRISON: “Anastasia really believes I worship that shit. If I had my way I would have cremated that fucking thing in the goddamn fire along time ago if I hadn’t been so fucking goody two-shoed. I would have let that fucking thing melt and burn inside that chamber. It’s only here to amuse my company for now. A trinket from a past life where I gave a goddamn about everything. All Ana seems to care about is winning matches and building on her forgettable legacy of which she has never been a top tier talent. She’d always be that other chick on the match cards that would make people say ‘that’s cool but look at what’s going on over here,’ and more on with their day. She’s average. A B-player in big league world. Just someone filling in for the real heavyweights to arrive. It’s the story of her forgettable life, kitten. Pathetic.”

ARACHNE: “She really thinks she has a chance.”

Alexis looks at the woman.

MORRISON: “I don’t give a goddamn what that cunt thinks. I didn’t come to this town to play nice. This is a fucking war that should have stayed buried and dead, along with my false self. I came here tonight at Ante Up to kill Anastasia Hayden’s career. It’s about time someone shuts that fucking cunt up and knock her off that fake pedestal Ana has dubbed her personal kingdom.”

MORRISON: “AnaKicks is about to become AnaDead.”

ARACHNE: “She’ll regret kicking you.”

With that said the Anti-Starlet gives another slasher smile. Her eyes inside as she looked to her left notices a cameraman aiming the device in their direction. Alexis slowly walks in their direction and gets really close to them. Her body engulfs the left side of the screen.

MORRISON: “This is where you say goodbye.”

Static appears, cutting off all the video feed leaving it to total darkness.

The cameras return to ringside with the crowd in anticipation. Enjoying the show so far they all look eager to see what’s going to happen next.

“B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back”

“B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back”

“B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back”

“Cold and black inside this coffin”

“‘Cause you all try to keep me down”

“How it feels to be FORGOTTEN”

“BUT YOU’LL NEVER FORGET ME NOW”

Skillet’s “Back From The Dead” continues over the sound system as the crowd looks around confused.

VASSA: ”Who the heck is this?”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t look at me.”

After a few moments, CHRISTY CHAOS parts the curtains, getting a small pop from the fans. Though the pop is not for the normal reasons, as it’s mainly as venue thing. Slowly walking to the center of the stage she removes the hood of her sleeveless hoodie and makes a quick glance over to the crowd.

VASSA: ”Well we see her now, and I’m still lost.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s Christy Chaos.”

VASSA: ”Who?”

JOHNSON: ”She was here for a few matches last year.”

VASSA: ”If you say so.”

Christy smirks rubbing her chin before continuing her way down the ramp. She walks up the steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. She brushes her hands through her hair before giving a quick smirk to the crowd before looking over to Powers, who tosses her a mic.

CHAOS: ”Miss me?”

There’s a small mixed reaction as Christy gives a small smirk and a nod.

CHAOS: ”Yea, I figured that would be the case. I did only have a handful of matches… none of them really created everlasting memories, did they, though I did end the 4CW Career of Alexis Terry at South Beach Brawl 2016.”

Another small commotion from the crowd as Christy chuckles at her old repeated comment.

CHAOS: ”I know I shouldn’t make assumptions. There might be a few people who do remember me. I don’t really know, nor do I care. The simple fact is, it doesn’t matter if anyone remembers me… two months from now.”

She points to the entrance curtains.

CHAOS: ”There won’t be a single person back there, that doesn’t know my name.”

She smirks as she looks straight to the camera.

CHAOS: ”Whether it be Bad Comany, when I become one-half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions… or it be Bad Company slash Adrenaline Seventy-Two when I become the 4CW Champion… or perhaps even both.”

Christy rubs her hand over her chin before giving a slight shrug.

CHAOS: ”Take your pick… because I’m telling you right now… One of those three scenarios, WILL happen.”

She turns and looks back to the entrance curtain.

CHAOS: ”Go ahead, doubt me, think I’m full of it, brush me off. In the end, it’s going to be me…”

She makes a brushing motiong over her shoulder.

CHAOS: ”Brushing off my shiny new championship.”

Making another brush over her waist she smiles.

CHAOS: ”Or perhaps two of them.”

Christy turns around back to the crowd.

CHAOS: ”Yea, it’s really that simple.”

She turns and looks at the camera.

CHAOS: ”See you in Mexico City.”

Christy tosses the mic over her shoulder as “Back from the Dead” hits back over the PA System and she rolls out of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Love her, hate her, or not even have a clue who she is, you have to love her confidence.”

VASSA: ”Until she gets tossed on her ass in the Frenzy Rumble, then her and her partner lose their qualifying match, she’ll pretty dumb then, wouldn’t she?”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll just have to see.”

Christy continues up the ramp and back through the curtains as the camera’s cut backstage.

Creeping through the shadows backstage in the loading area, Eric Lee is found alongside an official and the Extreme Championship in his possession. His back faces a nearby wall, leaving the only point of attack for anyone at his front. Across the backstage area, double doors fly open as Matthias Barrows kicks through them in a rage. Catching his attention, Eric stares across at him. With the belt hanging from his left, he clenches his right fist, ready for combat if necessary.

VASSA: ”Oh look, Matthias is hot following his match just moments earlier.”

JOHNSON: ”Did you expect anyt–“

SSSMMMAAASSSHHH!!!

His foot then goes through the driver side window of a car parked in one of the few parking spots inside of loading area. Immediately, the car alarm begins to sound, echoing off the walls of the large, empty area. Covering their ears, both Eric and the official quickly react to the loud siren bouncing off the walls.

BARROWS: ”SON OF A BITCH!!!”

Barrows yells in anger as he paces back and forth beside the car. In the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Eric Lee standing across the loading area, more importantly, the Extreme Championship hanging from his hand.

BARROWS: ”That belt is coming home with me!”

He barks as he turns away from the car and begins marching towards Eric. Realizing there’s no way out of this, Eric gives Barrows a slow nod before stepping forward and approaching him dead on. Throwing the championship forward, Eric sends it flying in Barrows’ direction, only to have him catch it as it gets within range. Just as he does, Eric spins around and as he comes back in full circle, he kicks Barrows in his exposed mid-section, forcing him to drop the belt instantly. Catching the belt before it falls to the floor, Eric then swings it by the strap, aiming directly for Barrow’s head. Ducking just as the belt closes in, Barrows fires back with a quick jab to Eric’s ribs before following up with a European uppercut to the jaw.

Grabbing Eric’s forearm, Barrows then forces it back, causing Eric to hit himself in the face with the championship. Ripping the belt from Eric’s hands, Barrows grips it tightly around the strap. Swinging blindly for Barrows head, Eric misses and the momentum forces him to step right past Barrows. Looking at Eric’s back, Barrows then draws the belt back and slaps him across the back with it like a whip! Stumbling forward, Eric slowly makes his way over to the car before resting both hands onto the top of the cab. From behind, Barrows strikes him across the back again, giving him another lashing. Pushing himself away from the car, Eric then spins around and grabs onto Barrows head with both hands. Pulling it down and in, Eric rotates his body and then sends Barrows head first through the driver side passenger window.

SSSMMMAAASSSHHH!!!

JOHNSON: ”Oohhh, Eric just put his head through a window!”

VASSA: ”They’ve completely destroyed that side of whoever’s car.”

The belt slips from Barrows hand and falls to the floor as Eric slowly pulls his head out from inside of the car. Turning Matthias around, Eric then leans him up against the side of the car. His eyes are barely open as he’s held against the car by Eric. Blood begins to slowly trickle down the side of Matthias’ head.

VASSA: ”Matthias is just having a rough night all around.”

JOHNSON: ”Rough night or not, he brought both the match and this on himself by his actions.”

VASSA: ”You’re right there. Can’t arg–“

Out of nowhere, a metal pipe smacks Eric across the shoulders from behind. Racing up behind him, three masked individuals from early begin hitting him with foreign objects in hand. Still holding onto Matthias, Eric pulls himself back to his feet and then spins around, pulling Matthias with him. Throwing Matthias forward, Eric clips two of the masked men, knocking them to the ground along with Matthias. The third then swings for his head with a baseball bat. Popping both hands up, Eric wraps them around the bat, stopping it just inches from crashing into his skull. Pushing away and extending both arms, Eric slams the bat into the mask mans face before ripping it from his hands. Taking a swing for the fences, Eric hits the person in the side of the head with the beat, breaking the piece of wood in half as it shatters against his skull.

Racing back to their feet, the other masked individuals stand tall. Lunging at Eric, one misses as he side steps them and pushes them shoulder first into the side of the car. The other person, throws a punch but Eric catches his arm and then drags him over to the car. Turning to face the car, Eric pulls the person over his body as he twists his body and leans over, flipping them off their feet and slamming them onto the hood of the car. Looking to his right, Eric then kicks his foot forward, planting it in the side of the other’s head before they can stand. Opening the back door, Eric then grabs the man and slams him face fist into the side of the car. He then place his head leaning against the door jam and before you know it, Eric slams the rear door shut, smashing it against the person’s head.

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: ”Eric isn’t messing around tonight!”

Picking the championship up from the floor, Eric walks back to the front of the car and with both hands on the belt, he swings down with it, slamming it onto the person’s face lying on the hood of the car. Looking around the area at the mess of broken glass and bodies, Eric tosses the championship across his shoulder and then walks away from it all, leaving the wreckage behind.

In the back, the camera catches up to the challenger for the Fate Championship, Anastasia Hayden. She’s seen rolling her neck and stretching out before she notices the camera. Straightening up, Ana lets out a small sigh before she looks into the camera and begins to speak.

HAYDEN: “I wish I could live in the same world as Alexis Morrison. A world in which her and I are on the same level. That she’s as good as me and I’m as good as her…but we don’t live in that world. And we never will live in that world. In no realm will Alexis Morrison ever be as good as Anastasia Hayden. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame her. If I was supposed to be a champion and I lost to an outsider who only beat Sydney Riddle, I’d be trying to make as many excuses as I could. I mean, after all, I rolled up to your turf and I embarrassed you.”

Ana scoffed, putting on a knowing smirk. She picked up black wrist tape from the production crate next to her and started applying it, looking up at the camera occasionally as she speaks.

HAYDEN: “And I get it, Alexis, I really do. You don’t want to look bad to anyone, so you’ve got to try and act cool…act like me embarrassing you wasn’t such a big deal. Make it seem like we were even, but…you went to the hospital and I went back home. I was the winner and you weren’t. Simple. I know simplicity is a hard concept for you to grasp, Alexis, but it really is that simple. So you run your mouth and you try to act like someone you’re not. You want to be dark and edgy like so many others, but the moment people start calling you out on your shit, you’re real quick to back that act up.”

Taking a second from her wrist taping, Ana mockingly chirps with her hand before resuming where she left off.

HAYDEN: “After all, that’s what you are, right? An act. A pretender. You want to be everyone’s friend while also being ‘scary’. Can’t have it both ways, Alexis. Can’t keep trying to get everyone to respect you or like you…because they won’t. They’re not as oblivious to your act like you are. They see you for what you are…worthless. You don’t have a spine, Alexis, and trust me, I know what someone without a spine acts like. You can’t handle confrontation, you can’t handle with the reality that people don’t like you. Me? That’s my life. Do you honestly think I care if someone likes me? Or is rooting for me? Fuck no. And that’s why I’ll always be better than you.”

She shrugs; just giving off nothing, but complete and utter arrogance as she does so.

HAYDEN: ”I’ll go out there and let everyone see what a champion is. I’ll do you a favor, Alexis, and make that Fate Championship something that’s worth having. You want to talk about the ‘Mount Rushmore’ of the Fate division? How about you focus on what’s ahead of yourself instead of trying to emulate false idols. How about you come back down to reality and face me in the ring. No bullshit. But…we both know that’s not going to happen. We know that after I make you look like an idiot for the second time, you’ll just act tough and scary one week…then go right back to being pathetic and everyone’s friend the next. So keep acting like you’ve got a chance against me or that we’re on even terms…that’s why you have to live in your fantasy world, Alexis.”

Her eyes narrow and any traces of playful mocking vanished. She stepped closer to the camera as per usual and spoke slowly.

HAYDEN: “You won’t survive in my world. You don’t stand a chance. So let me do you another favor. Let me drag you out of that world tonight…then put you right back in the ditch where you belong.”

A few seconds of silence before Ana bites down on the tape, ripping it, and finishing wrapping up her wrists before the camera cuts to elsewhere in the arena.

UNDERCARD
VIDEOGAME DEATHMATCH
MARIANO FERNANDEZ VS. NIRVANA

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for… ahhh fuck it I don’t know nigga this shit about to be retarded as hell.”

With Nirvana already in the ring the arena lights suddenly go down, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.

problem?

Then, a sound of drums fills the arena.

DUM-DUM-DUM!

DUM-DUM-DUM!

DUM-DUM-DUM!

POWERS: ”And now, standing 6’00 tall and weighing in at 180 pounds! From somewhere in Skyrim… “THE GADFLY”… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

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

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

Once the lights come back on, and after a huge pyro blast, Mariano is standing at the stage entrance, dressed up like the legendary Dragonborn from The Elder Scrolls V – Skyrim, complete with studded armor, horned helmet and a battleaxe slung on his back, posing to the crowd going wild.

JOHNSON: ”And there’s DA #TROLL GUY on this special occasion, coming straight out of Skyrim!”

VASSA: ”FUCK SYRIM!”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t throw him shade this one time, Vinny, he’s going along with this match in his own special way.”

VASSA: ”Well, at least he’s gonna die as the warrior he claims to be.”

Mariano then beings striding decidedly and steadily to the ring. Once he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he grabs a microphone

FERNANDEZ: “FUS RO DAH!!!”

VASSA: ”I really hate that man. I hate him even more for this stupid shit. A video game deathmatch? Are you kidding me?”

JOHNSON: ”Well it has been an ongoing theme between Mariano and Nirvana over the past few weeks. Just be thankful that damn bear isn’t out here too.”

VASSA: ”GET A JOB YOU FUCKING RASCALS! AND STOP LIVING IN YOUR PARENTS BASEMENT!”

JOHNSON: ”Uhhh… Vinny. They both have jobs with 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, well, they shouldn’t.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Slowly, both men move towards the center of the ring. Nirvana because he’s old as shit and Mariano because he’s got a thousand bazillion pounds of prop armor and weaponry strapped to him because he’s fucking retarded. Both men seem to size each other up before Manny reaches to his back and pulls out a massive battle axe that is painted Gold, which he swings at Nirvana but misses. As he missed, Nirvana waddles back slowly before digging down into the pockets of his leotard or whatever it is that he wears to the ring and pulls out a handful of poke balls. At the top of his lungs he screams I CHOOSE YOU at Mariano before tossing them at his face. The plastic objects smack off of Mariano’s face and happen to knock his big dumb helmet off his head and down to the mat.

Manny, in retaliation to his helmet being knocked off, reaches into his armor and pulls out a plate that he accidentally picked up from some womans house while trying to talk to her as he wandering around in his fake skyrim haze. Apparently his failure at being able socialize, and instead choosing to steal a random object off the table that was cluttered with shit in front of the woman, had resulted in a warrant being out for his arrest. As he pulled the plate out a horde of soldiers charged out from the back with the intention of arresting Mariano for theft and have him thrown into prison for all of eternity, but before they could get to him they all collapsed outside of the ring in pain like they had just been shot with an arrow in their knee.

VASSA: ”What in the fuck am I watching, Steve. WHAT AM I GODDAMN WATCHING?!”

JOHNSON: ”Well, see… I think what happened is…”

VASSA: ”SHUT UP YOU OLD BASTARD”

As the match proceeded, the music from Tecmo Super Bowl, a game which Elijah Carlson would make literally every member of 4CW his bitch in, began to echo throughout the arena. Nirvana seemed to be driven into some kind of insatiable rage as the music started to play. Probably because every time he had played the game he had played against someone who picked Bo Jackson and the faggot Raiders. Scampering across the ring, if you could call it that.. maybe jiggling is the right word, Nirvana grabs Mariano by his head and begins to smash Mariano’s head into the turnbuckle over and over and over and over and over again. Maybe if he still had his helmet on it wouldn’t have hurt as bad. But since he didn’t Mariano fell down to the mat and and struggled to roll himself out of the ring (because of the weight of his toy armor), away from the assault of Nirvana.

Nirv, not wanting to give his opponent any breathing room, dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring like a snorlax trying to roll over onto his stomach. By the time he made it out of the ring, Mariano had recovered from having his face bashed off of the turnbuckle padding. When Nirvana got near enough, Manny turned toward him and with a shrill cry screamed HADOUKEN! at Nirvana while spraying the contents of a water bottle into the face of the masked man.

Swiping at his eyes, Nirvana is temporarily blinded as he tries to clear the liquid and get his vision back. It’s all the time that Manny needs, however, as the match takes on a more serious turn. Digging into his pocket, Mariano pulls out a nintendo power glove and slips it over his hand. Quickly he approaches Nirvana and shoves his hand through the hole in the mask for Nirvana’s mouth, locking in a mandible claw.

VASSA: ”Nope. Noooooope.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s choking the life out of Nirvana with that mandible claw. And with a Michael Jackson glove at that!”

VASSA: ”OH MY FUCKING GOD STEVE THATS NOT A MICHAEL JACKSON GLOVE THATS A NINTENDO POWER GLOVE AND I HATE YOU MARIANO FERNANDEZ! I HOPE YOU GET RAPED BY FREEDUMBS DOG IN A DARK ALLEY!”

JOHNSON: ”Well, see… I think what happened is…”

Slowly, Mariano forces Nirvana back towards the ring, directing him towards the ring post where he begins to bash the back of Nirvana’s skull against the ring post. Each thud sounding like it’s closer to splitting Nirv’s skull open than the last. That is, of course, until Nirvana, in the midst of losing air and being choked out, reaches into another of Manny’s pockets. His hands find a thin object which he pulls out and waves in Mariano’s face, closing his eyes as he does so. Most people would have thought it was a picture of Medusa but really it was just a picture of Paige. And while it does nothing to stop Mariano from choking Nirvana, it gives Nirvana a moments respite as Manny looks at the picture and remembers how in love with the dumb cunt he was. So in love that he wouldn’t even watch one chick flick with her but would spend a hole day watching them with Tara, probably dreaming about eating her ass while doing so.

In that moment of respite, Nirvana locks in his own mandible claw on Manny’s mandible balls. Going cross eyed, Mariano pulls his hand out of Nirvana’s mouth and swats desperately at Nirvanas hand. Deciding have a mans balls in his hands couldn’t get any worse, Nirvana took advantage of the predicament and lifted Manny up off his toes, showing that the old geezer really did have a lot of strength left in him. Lifting Manny up off the ground, eventually Nirvana lifted him high enough to toss him into the barrier that wasn’t too far away.

Taking a moment to catch his breath while Manny writhed on the ground in pain, Nirvana moved to dig under the ring in search of something. A few moments later he emerged with the object he was looking for in his hands, a proud smile peeping through the hole in the mask.

JOHNSON: ”Hey I know that one! That’s an Atari… but wrapped in barbed wire.”

VASSA: ”God.. if you’re there… I’m sorry. I promise I won’t google pictures of Kaden Kesslers son anymore if you just put me out of my misery now!”

JOHNSON: ”Uhhhh…”

As Manny gets to his feet Nirvana unloads upon him with blow after blow after blow with his barbed wire wrapped atari. With no helmet to protect him, Manny’s face quickly becomes a crimson mask but Nirvana is relentless in his assault anyway.

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!!

Upon the final blow from Nurv, various weapons and objects explode from the person of Mariano Fernandez, like a video game character who had just lost his life and dropped all his items in the field. Around the floor fall wii remotes, tiny versions of the Mario Bob-ombs, and the giant hammer that belonged to Donkey Kong that had been strapped to Mariano’s back along with the replica Golden Axe. Curious, Nirvana bent down and picked up one of the Bob-ombs and twisted the little wind up end and then held it in his hand.

Like this wasn’t a damn deathmatch and the fucking thing wasn’t going to explode.

But explode it did, although not in any deadly way. More like a firecracker going off. Enough to cause a decent amount of pain and cause Nirvana to recoil and hold his now mangled hand up for the camera to see. Though no limbs had been torn completely off his fingers quickly were swelling and appeared to be burned to a severe degree. Laying on the floor beside him, Mariano slowly begins to push himself back up to his feet but it’s clear the loss of blood is beginning to effect him. For good measure, Nirvana throws the barbed wire atari at him with his good hand, the old system crashing into Manny and shattering, not able to take any more abuse.

JOHNSON: ”Awww… damn. I wanted to play pong.”

VASSA: ”Nope. That’s it. I quit. I’m not doing this shit anymore. MANNY JUST PULLED THE FUCKING MASTER SWORD AND HYLIAN SHIELD FROM OUT OF THE CROWD! I QUIT EVERYTHING! I’ll be back by the time the next match begins.”

Nirvana turned back just in time to see Manny, who had pulled himself up and claimed sword and shield, charge at him with shield raised. Somehow he managed to get out of the way and let Manny slam awkwardly into the side of the ring. Knowing that he needed some kind of weapon, Nurv picked up Donkey Kong’s hammer and ready himself to fight as Manny turned back and charged him again. Swinging with all of his might, Nirvana brought the big hammer down against the shield only to find the shield remained solid and the hammer shattered.

Knowing he was in trouble, Nurv bent down and quickly grabbed the wii-chuck remotes and began whipping them around. Obviously he had never read the instructions. As he swung them around the nunchuck disconnected from the remote and went soaring out into the crowd. Before he could do anything else, Mariano charged him with the shield and squashed him between the barrier and the shield itself. The impact clearly was uncomfortable for Nirvana as he grimaced. Still, he did his best to use his strength to break free of being trapped. But before he can do it, Mariano took the but of the sword and drove it directly into Nirvana’s head.

Not only did the impact bust Nirvana wide open, but the man quickly went cross eyed and collapsed to the ground. Finally feeling the full effects of blood loss, Mariano let go of sword and shield and collapsed across Nirvana’s unconscious body as the referee counted the end of the match.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

SHITTY NINTENDO VOICE: ”TOUCHDOWWWWNNN!!!!”

The celebratory music that played after a touchdown was scored in Tecmo Super Bowl blasted over the speakers as Mike Powers shook his head in dismay before announcing the victor.

POWERS: ”Mannnn you white people are whack as hell. But your winner.. if you can call him that… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Well… I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything like that before and I think it’s safe to say that Vinny hopes we never see anything like it again. But congratulation to Mariano on a big win on the biggest night of the year!”

As the scene faded backstage the final shot was that off medics rushing out to check on both competitors, neither of who was showing any signs of getting up any time soon.

The caption reads in bold white letters

THREE DAYS AGO

4CW CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

We fade into the inside of a well run looking office space, there is a man holding a large newspaper with the Las Vegas Sun banner across the front of it. There is a headline which reads ‘Miles Blake Arrested at Schoolyard again’ on the outside of the paper. The man holding the paper cannot be seen outside of the fact that he has black hands and is wearing a business suit. There is some shitty music being played in the waiting room of the 4CW HQs, Perry Wallace forces people to listen to Air Supply or something along those lines while they wait. The walls are also wood paneled, in 2017. Wood. Panelling. 2017. Let that sink in, because between the sounds of ‘Making Love out of Nothing at All’ and the decor this place is straight from a 1980s dentist office or the fourth layer of hell.

The man hiding his face behind the newspaper seems to be humming along with the chorus, waiting his turn for something.

A secretary across from the man holding the newspaper clears her throat loudly, clears it a second time and then finally a third time. Probably partially pissed from the music or the humming adding to the pain and the rest because she wants to get the man’s attention mostly. When that doesn’t work she goes with the more direct approach.

SECRETARY: “Sir! Sir!? Can I help you?”

The man behind the newspaper dips the corner down revealing that he is none other than Christopher Wrigley. Wrigley is wearing a brown pin striped suit, an orange tie and white shirt also he is wearing his red thick rimmed glasses. He calms folds the paper and tucks it under his arm as he stands up and walks towards her.

WRIGLEY: “So, Perry Wallace will see me now? Back office, I assume.”

SECRETARY: “No, Perry Wallace will not see you now. You sat down five minutes ago and just waited there while I was on the phone. I am just trying to find out exactly who you are and what exactly do you want.”

Wrigley stops and looks a bit taken back by that.

WRIGLEY: “Who I am? Have you not seen my commercials? I am Christopher J. Wrigley, Attorney at Law. Head of Wrigley of Law, my own firm and I’m the guy who is about to head back to Perry Wallace’s office and serve him with some papers.

So, back office then?”

He goes to walk that way, but she stands up and gets in his way blocking him from going any further.

SECRETARY: “Sir, you are going to have to make an appointment if you want to see Mister Wallace. And besides, he isn’t in today.”

Wrigley looks perplexed.

WRIGLEY: “Well, what about Kaysie Sherrell? Isn’t she supposed to be like his personal assistant or something? She around? I’ll talk to her then. Back office too, I assume? I’ll just head that way. Thanks.”

Again the secretary gets into his way stopping him from going any further.

SECRETARY: “Sir, I am going to have to call security if you try and go any further into this office. You need to make an appointment with either of them if you want to see them.”

Wrigley backs off again.

WRIGLEY: “Fine. I’ll tell you what, I’ll just go ahead and give you this court ordered subpoena and you can go ahead and whenever Perry Wallace shows up here again you just go ahead and shove that in his pocket. Now, someone is going to have to sign for that in the next seventy two hours or else I’ll be back with police and raid this place.”

The secretary is taken back a little bit. Wrigley is cold, no smirk or smile or hint that he’s bluffing at all as he hands the subpoena over into her hands and then checks his watch marking the time.

WRIGLEY: “Let him know that he has a week to produce the medical records of my clients and any other wrestlers who have been injured while performing inside a 4CW ring over the past three years.”

SECRETARY: “Your client? Oh, you mean Eddie Valentine?”

Wrigley again with a blank stare looks at her and shakes his head.

WRIGLEY: “I said ‘clients’, not ‘client’. Eddie Valentine is not my client anymore. My new clients are listed on that document.

Thank you.”

With that, Wrigley places the newspaper down on the ground in total disrespect and heads out of the office with a smile on his face and a confused secretary holding that subpoena. We fade to the logo.

TANNER: ”Where were yoooooouuuu, when the world, stopped turnin’?”

Cut backstage in the NEXTWAVE locker room where we find your hero and mine, soon to be 4CW Heavyweight Champion, Adrian Tanner Junior, playing air guitar as he sings. He stops after a moment, winking at the camera.

TANNER: ”Apparently Bronx was at Adrenaline.”

Eye roll.

TANNER: ”What’s up 4CDub? It’s Ante up time! The time we’ve all been waiting for, where the Asshole Antagonists walk out with ALL YOUR CHAMPIONSHIPS!”

He grins at the camera.

TANNER: ”Tonight is the night where the naysayers get shut the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Tonight is the night where all the people who doubted my persistence, doubted my heart, doubted my legacy- They can all go screw. Because tonight I am walking out of Las Vegas the N E W 4CW Heavyweight Champion!”

And don’t you forget it.

TANNER: ”Tonight 4 men will battle for supremacy atop the mountain- and three of them will fall at the might of my Golden Gun. Tonight is a night nobody will forget.

I guarantee it.”

He pulls his ring jacket up from the bench near by and puts it on, flipping the hood up.

TANNER: ”But the time for words is almost at an end. It’s time to put up or shut up. That’ll be me doing the first and literally everyone else doing the second, just so we’re clear.”

He points his hand at the camera like a gun.

TANNER: ”And may the best Arizona Assassin win.”

Bang.

Looking in the mirror at himself, Eric Lee stands inside of a restroom, washing water onto his face. Beside him and on the counter, the Extreme Championship sits. Other than Eric, no one else is inside of the restroom, not even an official… other than the cameraman filming of course.

JOHNSON: ”So far tonight, Eric has managed to not only capture the Extreme Championship, but also fend off two waves of attacks.”

VASSA: ”Barrows just couldn’t catch a break. I want to know who these masked people are though! What are they doing here?!”

JOHNSON: ”It seems like where ever the Extreme Championship is they are more than likely not far away.”

VASSA: ”But what’s their purpose? I wouldn’t be surprised if Perry hired these people as an extra obstacle to throw in everyone’s path tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”It wouldn’t be a bad move if he did.”

VASSA: ”Who are we kidding?! Perry isn’t that smart!”

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!

The restroom door swings open as an unidentified body crashes through it. Slamming into the stall ahead, the body comes to a stop, but not long before Eric goes on the rampage with the Extreme Championship.

THWACK!!! THWACK!!!

With two shots to the back of the head with the championship, Eric puts down the body, leaving it unconscious in the floor. With his foot, Eric pushes the person over to their back, revealing their face, unknown to all those watching unless you happen to personally know the man. Scratching his head, Eric stares down at the body for a moment before tightly gripping onto the championship and turning for the door. Grabbing the handle, he pulls the door back and just as he steps through and into the hall…

CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!

Stopping him in his tracks, a chair wraps perfectly around his head as it crashes against his skull. The belt falls to the floor and seconds after, Eric drops to his knees, still with the chair wrapped around his head. Stepping into the picture, Scott Stevens looks down with a devilish grin from ear to ear. Kicking his foot up from the floor, he extends his leg and plants it into Eric’s chest, knocking him back and sending him to the floor. As Eric’s back hits the floor, so does his head and the chair is knocked off upon impact, revealing a crimson mask over Eric’s face.

STEVENS: “Have yoouuuuu heard about…”

Slamming his fist into the palm of his other hands, Stevens drops down to one knee.

STEVENS: “Scott Stevens.”

Crawling over Eric, Stevens makes the pin on his lifeless body as the official who happened to be waiting in the hall as Eric was in the restroom makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Scott Stevens strikes again!”

JOHNSON: ”This time he wasn’t hiding in the trashcan singing Captain Planet either!”

VASSA: ”I love that song. I miss those days.”

Grabbing the Extreme Championship, Stevens rises to his feet. Nodding at the official, he then steps through the doorway and back into the hall, looking to both his left and right first before leaving the scene.

UNDERCARD
FATE CHAMPIONSHIP
ANASTASIA HAYDEN VS. ALEXIS MORRISON ©

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW FATE CHAMPIONSHIP!”

“Word up, son, word, yeah

To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers

For real, niggas who ain’t got no feelings

Check it out now”

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

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

You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware

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

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

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

You all alone in these streets, cousin

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

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

They come around, but they never come close to”

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

VASSA: ”I think this is going to be a good one, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”Well it has all the makings of one. Ana Hayden and Alexis Morrison are no strangers to each other. And though Ana might have one up on Alexis right now you can bet that the Fate Champion has no intention of going down without a fight.”

VASSA: ”She’s certainly made an impression on social media this week. Let’s see if that carries over into the action in the ring.”

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

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

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

DING!!! DING!!!

As soon as the bell rang the champion fired out of the corner across the ring at Ana, driving a knife edge chop to the challengers chest. Followed by another and then another before Alexis sprinted towards the ropes, springboarded off of them, and then took Ana down with a cross body. Smartly, however, Ana rolled through the maneuver and quickly climbed up and mounted Alexis’ torso, driving punch after punch after punch down across her forehead. Eventually Alexis was able to get enough momentum with her hips to flip Ana off of her and onto her back before both women returned to their feet at the same time to enthusiastic applause from the crowd.

Ana allows Alexis to come at her once more but quickly sidesteps and tosses her to the mat with a hip toss that would make American Tommy proud. Morrison is quick to get back to her feet and this time Ana moves in quickly and ties her up. She transitions quickly into a side headlock and then quickly tosses Alexis down to the mat, keeping the hold cinched in and torquing on it roughly. Using her agility, Alexis twists her legs up and wraps them around Ana’s head, forcing her to relinquish the hold and pulling her down to the mat in a head scissors position. Ana quickly rolls through and once more both women spin back up to a standing position.

At the same time both leap up into the air, Ana turning and thrusting her feet forward looking to knock Alexis down with a drop kick. Alexis, however, just narrowly dodges the feet and drops back down comfortably onto her own two, leaving Ana to crash to the match.

VASSA: ”Good solid early action from both women here in this womens division matchup.”

JOHNSON: ”I think you mean Fate division, Vinny”

VASSA: ”No I meant what I said. Name the last time a guy has held the Fate championship. I’ll wait.”

Steve Johnson remained silent as the action continued, Alexis first delivering a backbreaker to the challenger and then proceeding to deliver brutal stomps to Ana’s back immediately following the move. She would then pull Ana back up to her feet and whip her into the ropes. Ana, on the rebound, lept over a telegraphed back body drop and took off at full speed towards the opposite ropes. On her return she drove a double axe handle into the face of the champion, knocking her flat on her back. Though she surely didn’t expect to win the match, Ana made an attempt to force Alexis to exert some energy, covering her for a pinfall attempt.

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Alexis with a quick kickout that drew a smirk from Ana as she stood, pulling Alexis back up and whipping her into the nearby corner. Ana quickly followed, running and leaping into the air only to find her body splash attempt was left to crash awkwardly into the corner turnbuckle pads as Alexis moved out of the way. While Ana stumbled out of the corner holding her chest, Alexis delivered two quick kicks to the legs of her challenger before hooking one leg inside of Ana’s and then grabbing her around the neck, pulling Ana down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Much like Ana had just tried to get her to exert energy through a pinfall, Alexis mimicked her opponent and did the same

ONE

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Ana kicked out and as Alexis stood, Hayden got back to her feet slowly and once she was there she was clearly a bit wobbly. Sensing the opportunity, Alexis took off towards the ropes, rebounded towards Ana and then connected with 20 EYES, flattening the challenger and allowing Alexis to go for another quick cover.

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TWO

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At the last second Ana manages to kick out. Alexis, glancing at the referee and giving him a warning look not to start counting slowly, pushed herself back up to her feet. Rolling back to her hands and knees, Ana clutched at her chin where Alexis’ boot had connected just moments earlier. As Alexis neared her once more, looking to pull her up to her feet by her hair, Ana instinctively hooked her arms through Alexis’ legs and rolled her up into a small package pinning predicament

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TWO

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Alexis, at the last moment, shifted the weight of the small package and rocked herself so that she was in the advantageous position and Ana had her shoulders pinned down to the mat

ONE

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TWO

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Once more Ana transitioned the small package back to where Alexis was the one being pinned.

ONE

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TWO

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VASSA: ”OH MY GOD STOP IT I DONT KNOW WHO IS PINNING WHO ANYMORE!”

Alexis finally managed to break free of the roll up and the two women separated, though the crowd was now buzzing with excitement and anticipation, having watched multiple near falls occur back to back to back in rapid succession. Both women take a moment to collect themselves, staring each other down across the ring, before finally continuing on with the match. Meeting in the middle of the ring the two exchange back and forth strikes. Neither woman seems to have any interest in defending against the other. It had simply turned into an all out assault designed to see which of the two women would break and relent first.

Finally a stiff strike from Ana dazed Alexis, allowing Ana to grab Alexis by the head and pull her face downward, meeting her with rapid kicks to the face one after the other. Loving every second of it the fans counted right along with Ana’s kicks until finally she let go when they reached ten, letting Alexis to fall to the mat woozily. Standing, Ana moved at a more methodical pace for the moment, lining up her next attack and then leaping into the air as high as she could before driving a knee down across the sternum of the Fate champion.

JOHNSON: ”This strong style of attack has really taken off in the wrestling world lately and I don’t know if anyone executes it better than Ana Hayden does.”

VASSA: ”I just know I wouldn’t want her dropping that knee down on me.”

As Ana reaches down to pull Alexis back up to her feet she receives a thumb to the eye that goes unnoticed by the referee whose view happened to be momentarily blocked. Kicking into action, Alexis pushes herself back up to her feet and leaps into the air, dropkicking Ana backwards. As Ana tumbles back from the impact of the dropkick she happens to collide with the referee unexpectedly and both tumble to the mat awkwardly.

Sensing an advantage, Alexis smirks and turns to the corner behind her and begins to untie the strings holding the top turnbuckle pad on. It seems she’s got some and intentions and is looking to use the referee’s incapacitation to her advantage. She doesn’t notice when the crowd begins to buzz excitedly, thinking only that they were getting excited for the end of the match.

VASSA: ”Holy shit that’s…”

JOHNSON: ”GENEVIE CARLSON IS HERE!”

Hopping over the barricade, Genie grabbed the Fate Championship from the timekeeper and hopped up onto the ring apron, driving the belt into the unsuspecting Alexis Morrison, knocking the champion down flat on her back. Quickly, Genie tosses the belt back to the timekeeper before dipping through the ropes and into the ring. Moving over to Ana, she points frantically at the fallen Alexis. Unsure of what is happening, Ana drops and hooks the leg of the champion while Genie rouses the referee before sliding out of the ring. Groggily, the referee drags himself over to count the pinfall.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… and NEW FATE CHAMPION… ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”

At the conclusion of the match Alexis Morrison lays in the ring, starting to stir a bit. Genevie climbs into the ring with a mic in hand. She leans down to Alexis grabbing her up by her hair and making her look directly at her as she put the mic up to her lips.

CARLSON: “This is what happens when you fuck with my family. You think you can threaten my godchild and get away with it?!”

Genevie stood Alexis up and tossed her between the ropes and out to the floor before. She waved at her with a smirk.

CARLSON: “Wrong bitch. Now scurry your ass away before I make you match the dead rat you left for my Goddaughter.”

She smirked as Alexis laid on the ground, trying to will herself to get up. Genevie took in the crowd as she posed and blew a kiss before putting the mic back up to her lips.

CARLSON: “That’s right 4CW the bitch is back. You see I’ve been dealing with some personal family matters lately and had to take my leave, but skip those details and just know I’m back. See a lot of people been talking mass shit to me since I’ve been gone. People like Alexis Morrison, seem to forget how I made them my bitch when I was competing here. They got complacent and a little too comfortable in my absence. So I figured there was no better time to come back then the PPV it really all started for me. The PPV I shut a mouthy bitch up at in the first place. That’s right. The first time I beat Marquis.”

She shrugged and licked her lips watching Alexis be checked on by referees as she just rolled her eyes.

CARLSON: “Everything comes full circle I suppose. Couldn’t help myself. People need to realize there are consequences for their actions. I’m tired of sitting on twitter and watching people talk shit to me about being unemployed when I never was in the first place. People thinking because I’m in New York taking care of more important things that I’m not capable of making them spit their teeth out on this canvas.”

She pointed down onto the ring canvas and looked down. Her smirk disappeared as she looked up. A look of anger and resentment on her face.

CARLSON: “Well that era is officially over it’s about time I come back. It’s about time I prove that I’m the best bitch this place has got. The competition is stacked better than ever here in 4CW and I can’t wait to prove myself against every single challenge that comes my way, but first. Alexis.

Genevie walked over to the side of the ring as Alexis Morrison was being taken to the back. She slowly turned around looking at Genevie with hate in her eyes as she lunged towards the ring being held back as Genevie laughed and stepped back a little her hands going up defensively.

CARLSON: “You seem to have forgotten your ass beating at my hands when you first walked through the door of this company, but if you’re game? I have no problem reminding you. People like me are the ones who made you in this place, and now? I’m making it my personal mission to absolutely destroy you.”

She turned towards the center of the ring.

CARLSON: “That goes for anyone else who feels like they want to step up and try to knock me down. I’m back, and I’m here to get the respect and the recognition I deserve. Genie is back, and better than ever.”

She dropped the mic and watched Alexis break through the group and coming flying towards the ring. Genevie quickly dove under the bottom ropes, sliding out of the ring as Alexis gave chase. Genevie jumped the barricade and made her dash through the crowd. Alexis standing up on it to look for her as she just blew her a kiss and disappeared through the mass of people.

We go backstage outside Perry Wallace’s office, you can hear raised voices, one of which is getting closer. The door flies open and out walks Darryl Walker. There’s a slight pop from the crowd at seeing everyone’s favorite whipping boy back in a 4CW arena.

WALKER: ”You really wanna do me like this Perry? I’m in a world of shit right now and this is how you want to handle it? You’re a petty fuck.”

WALLACE: ”You can say no if you’d like, I don’t HAVE to pay you.”

WALKER: ”You know I’m in NO position to turn down work. You are fucking serious though? You want me to go out there tonight and do this?”

VASSA: ”What is he talking about?”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not sure, I’m privy to as much info as you are.”

WALLACE: ”So, are you in or not?”

Darryl lets out an exasperated sigh, and hangs his head with a look of shame crossing his face.

WALKER: ”I don’t have much of a choice now do I?”

WALLACE: ”That’s my boy, welcome back to 4CW.”

Darryl lets out a grunt of displeasure as he walks down the hallway.

WALLACE: ”Oh, by the way, with such short notice, you’ll have to change in the bathroom. I don’t have a locker room space for you. Hope that’s okay.”

Darryl throws his hand in the air to acknowledge he heard Perry, and continues to sulk down the hallway towards the bathroom.

VASSA: ”It sounds like there’s an addition to the card tonight but WHO could Darryl be facing, and why is he not so happy about it?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know, I’m intrigued now.”

Cutting to the catering area, Scott Stevens is seen by the buffet of food. The Extreme Championship is draped over his shoulder and in one hand, he holds a plate. Picking through the assortment of food, he fills his plate, leaving his back exposed and no one but the official standing by.

VASSA: ”Look at this cocky son of a bitch.”

JOHNSON: ”With all of the madness that has happened thus far and the night still being young, Scott has a lot of nerve taking a break to get a quick snack.”

VASSA: ”It is what it is I suppose. A man’s gotta eat.”

JOHNSON: ”You know from experience.”

VASSA: ”What is that supposed to mean, you rude fu–“

JOHNSON: ”Quiet down! We have action!”

Sneaking into the lobby area, one of the familiar masked men we’ve seen throughout the night tiptoes towards the catering table. Sneaking in behind Stevens, the person gets closer and closer, unnoticed until finally they give their position away. A plastic fork on the floor is snapped in half as the person steps onto it. The sound of the plastic breaking catches Stevens’ attention as he drops his plate of food to the table and whips around, ripping the belt from his shoulder.

STEVENS: “Got ya!”

Clutching the championship tightly in his hand, Stevens punches his arm forward, cracking the championship across the person’s jaw. He then tosses the belt aside before grabbing the individual and lifting them into the air. Turning around in place, Stevens then takes a step forward before slamming the person down onto the food, breaking the table in half as the two fall through it and to the floor. Food flies into the air, spilling out onto the floor and leaving nothing but a complete mess. Mounting himself on top of the man, Stevens then begins punching rapidly with his right hand, over and over onto the mans face.

VASSA: ”NNNOOOOOO!!! NOT THE FOOD!!!”

JOHNSON: ”It happens every single time.”

VASSA: ”We can’t have any fucking thing nice around here. What’s next? Is Cashe going to come into the room and shit all over the place!?”

As Stevens continues to punch the person into oblivion, two more masked people rush into the picture. Grabbing Stevens from behind, they pull him away from their fallen comrade and drag him away from the broken table and food assortment spread across the floor. The two men hold Stevens in place while a third comes out of nowhere with a chain wrapped around their hand and the rest hanging to where it just barely drags along the floor. Walking behind the trio, the person stands behind Stevens and then grabs the other end of the chain. Reaching Over Stevens’ head, the person wraps it around his throat and begins choking him with it. The three masked people then drag Stevens to the other end of the catering area where another table stands, covered in more food.

VASSA: ”No, no, no, no!”

One of the masked people let go of Stevens and then run to the table, clearing off all of the food with their arm. The other two then pulls Stevens onto the table. Standing at the end of the table, the person with the chain keeps it wrapped around his neck while the other two grab an arm and hold it out to Stevens’ sides, keeping him secured to the table.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like you’re eating take out after the show, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”FUCK YOU!!!”

The camera then looks above the table where another unknown individual carefully walks along the ledge of the upper floors barriers to a loft. Standing directly over Stevens, the person lines themselves up before jumping out and pushing themselves away from the barrier. Doing a backflip in mid-air, the person comes down with speed before executing a moonsault double foot stomp onto Steven’s forcing the big man’s body to break through the table upon impact.

CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!

Hopping off of Stevens, the person then removes their mask, revealing them to be no one other than Johnny Evil.

JOHNSON: ”So Evil is the one behind these masked lunatics!”

VASSA: ”I told you Perry wasn’t smart enough to do it himself!”

Looking down at Stevens, Evil laughs to himself before speaking.

EVIL: ”You didn’t count me out, did you?”

Dropping to his knees, Evil then makes the cover as another masked man drags the official over and throws him to the floor beside them for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Evil takes the Extreme Championship!”

JOHNSON: ”He did, but he didn’t do it alone.”

VASSA: ”I don’t remember there being any rules saying that he couldn’t bring others to the party.”

JOHNSON: ”They’ve been causing problems throughout the entire night.”

Grabbing the championship, Evil then stands to his feet before looking to the others and nodding. One masked person grabs the official and drags him along. Evil then leads the pack, leaving the area as the others follow behind, leaving Stevens in a mess of food and broken table.

The lights go out inside the T-Mobile arena as the only thing that is giving light is the 4CW Tron and the crowd, their eyes glare right at the radiance it gives with it showing somewhat of the outside of the T-Mobile arena. Into the picture comes…Spider-man? Yes, Spider-man, approaching the front of the arena. You could sense the confusion amongst the audience of just why in the hell would a superhero be arriving in at a Wrestling show.

VASSA: “What in the hell is this?”

JOHNSON: “I..I have no clue Vinny. I can’t lie, I’m heavily intrigued!”

You could hear the classic “Spider-man” theme in the background play lowly as Spider-man himself shot a line of webbing to the top of the roof of the T-Mobile Arena. He made his way to the roof as he looked down at the scene from above. His attention quickly went back to being on the roof. He made his way over to what was the door leading to the entrance, then nothing. Simply a black screen. You could then hear the sound of horns coming into play with seconds later, lyrics being heard.

“I been feeling so down

I think they should know now

I think they should know what’s up”

The lyrics, that of to Logic’s “Black Spiderman”, it paused at that point, midst of the verse. Suddenly, a bright spotlight was shown up in the high in the rafters as its sight was set on that of Spider Man, looking down amongst the jam-packed arena.

VASSA: “Wha–What kinda shit is this?”

JOHNSON: “Whoa! Up there…Look up there to the rafters!”

Spider Man was stepping minorly side-to-side along the rails of the rafters as the music dropped back in. No lyrics, just song itself. You could hear some claps trying to sync with the beat. Spider Man looked around before looking down towards the ring. Holding his wrist out, he shot out a string of web as it stuck to another section of the rafters. Spider-Man motioned his free hand for the crowd to make even more noise. Nodding his head, liking the increased sound levels, taking a deep breath, he walked off the ledge of the rafter as he swung down in what was an intense, frightening yet exhilarating flight to the ring, landing off-center of about a few inches. Remaining in a crouched position, Spider-Man looked around as he continued jamming to the music, hyped.

JOHNSON: “Spider-Man damn near missed.”

VASSA: “Spidey almost got splatted by the ringpost. I fucking hate Spiders. Why the hell is he even here? Who…Who is he saving?”

JOHNSON: “Who knows Vinny! Who knows! I’m excited to see if he talks, what he has on his mind or how he thinks his movie will do come July. Maybe this is his … Homecoming?”

Spider-Man got up, looking around at the audience as he walked over near the edge of the ropes, calling for a microphone. Getting one, Spidey made his way over to the corner, hopping along the turnbuckle and perching right on the top, sitting. Hearing the crowd continually giving him a warm welcome, Spidey took it all in.

SPIDEY: “You know, it feels really good to be here tonight. I know you all are probably wondering why I am even here. I’m not supposed to be seen until next month for my movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming.”

SPIDEY: “I have some very important news to share with you all tonight. That is my reason for surprising you all here tonight.”

The fans await the news, Spidey remains positioned where he is, again looking around.

VASSA: “Taking so damn long to give some news. Classy Spider-Man!”

Grabbing for something underneath of his chin, Spidey reaches and pulls at his mask, pulling it up as he revealed himself as none other than…

JOHNSON: “THAT’S …THAT’S NOT PETER PARKER!”

VASSA: “JAIR HOPKINS???!!!”

The crowd was stunned. Completely shooked and rattled by the unveiling. Former two-time 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins sat unmasked on the top turnbuckle as his showed off his bright smile. There weren’t much applause, just rather shakened silence as they wasn’t expecting this at all.

HOPKINS: “Shook ones! Rest In Power, Prodigy!”

He hopped off the turnbuckle as he strolled around the ring.

HOPKINS: “LAS VEGGAAASSSSSS, WHAT IT DO?! I’m back … I’m back … Baby, I’m back! I kinda almost screwed shit up to be honest. Ya’ll seen my in-ring flight and how close that shit was to being a fail. Be on the shelf for another few months!”

Jair looked amongst the crowd, hearing some random women shout out “I LOVE YOU!” Jair threw a kiss in their direction as he continued on.

HOPKINS: “I love ya’ll too! See, some probably figured my new job was being a Twitter troll. I’m here to let ya’ll know that’s not the case. I know my homie Bronxy gonna be defending that gold later on tonight and I want to see that brodie shine. Tonight will be unforgettable. Hell it’s already memorable, I just gave ya’ll the entrance slash return slash surprise reveal of the year!”

Hopkins stares up at the lights as he has his left arm held out wide. His right with the microphone as he takes a deep breath.

HOPKINS: “Come Adrenaline Sixty-Nine … Hehe, sixty-nine … I hereby officially make my return back to in-ring action. Enjoy ya’selves!”

Jair drops the mic as “Black Spider-Man” comes back into play as Jair rolls out of the ring and dances back up the ramp, slapping fans hands as he makes his way back to the back.

JOHNSON: “Dropping that hot, hot fire, Jair Hopkins announced that at the next Adrenaline, he will be back in action for the first time since losing the 4CW Championship in December of last year to Eli Carlson at Winter Wasteland.”

VASSA: “Good to see him back in action but he damn near put himself back on the shelf pretending to be some goddamn superhero. Good for him, hope he returns back to form.

JOHNSON: “Yes indeed! Well folks, we’ll be right back after this short break!”

Cutting away from the ring, the next scene opens outside in the parking lot of the T-Mobile Arena. Sitting on a car parked in a mixture of hundreds of others, Evil has the Extreme Championship resting in his lap and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Surrounding him are multiple bodies with masks on, celebrating with him. On the pavement, a fire is burning, illuminating the entire area with a fiery glow.

BBBOOOOOOMMM!!!

The car beside them goes up in flames out of nowhere! The masked people begin stirring the area, as Evil slowly rises to his feet, standing on the hood of the car.

BBBOOOOOOMMM!!!

Another car then goes up in flames, this time the one on the other side of the car Evil stands on top of. The masked people search the area, nearly a dozen of them. One by one, the pack of masked people grows smaller and smaller as bodies begin disappearing in the shadows of the parking lot. Stepping off of the hood and onto the very top of the car, Evil holds the Extreme Championship at his side, scanning the area and realizing that he’s alone.

EVIL: ”You better bring a fucking army with you because I have plenty more standing behind me ready to purge this whole fucking company of the filth it brings in!”

One by one, cars in the surrounding area begins going up in flames, burning from the insides as the upholstery fuels the fire.

EVIL: ”BRING YOUR FUCKING BE–“

BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!

The car Evil stands on then goes up in flames as the impact of the explosion underneath sends him flying through the air and crashing to the pavement. The entire scene is a wreck. Multiple cars burn in the background as sirens from firetrucks can be heard in the distance. The camera then turns back to the car that Evil was standing on, rolling with flames escaping from the inside and through the broken windows. A body then rises in the middle of the flames, holding the Extreme Championship high above his head.

VASSA: ”Who in the fu–“

JOHNSON: ”IT’S VIDUUS MORTA!!!”

VASSA: ”He’s come back for what is his!”

Standing in the flames with the championship, Viduus looks over the wreckage before walking through the fire and escaping it unharmed. With the belt in hand, he slowly walks over the Evil, dragging the tip of the strap along the pavement. Event staff and officials then race onto the scene with a single official standing by that had witnessed the entire thing all along. A mixture of voices is then heard from across the parking lot as another group of masked people weave through the parked cars and race over. Dropping down and covering Evil’s unconscious body, Viduus presses the Extreme Championship across his chest for the pin as the official begins the count.

ONE

Closer and closer, the pack of masked people get as the official continues his count.

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Just as they have a clear path to Viduus, gasoline from one of the cars creates a stream and as it reaches the flames, the gasoline ignites, creating a fire barrier and stopping the masked group in their tracks.

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Holy shit, Viduus seals the win just like Dakota did over him weeks ago.”

JOHNSON: ”This whole place is a crime scene. Someone’s going to get into some serious trouble for this.”

VASSA: ”Perry signed off on it. He should be held responsible.”

JOHNSON: ”Regardless of who is responsible, Viduus has recaptured the Extreme Championship ladies and gentlemen!”

Standing back to his feet, Viduus looks through the fire barrier, locking eyes with the masked people before turning his back to them and walking in the opposite direction. Bodies of fire burn throughout the area. Ignoring them, Viduus walks through them until he is no longer seen, disappearing into the flames and smoke.

UNDERCARD
DARRYL WALKER VS. ? ? ?

VASSA: ”We’ve just been told that Darryl Wallace will be making his 4CW return right here tonight at Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s right, and that match will be happening right now, but we still don’t know who Darryl will be facing.”

VASSA: ”Well let’s sit back and enjoy it, whomever the opponent will be.”

The lights dim as Pay the Price by Sick of It All hits the speakers. We see Darryl come out, hesitant, but tries to get himself psyched up to be out in front of the 4CW crowd again. He slaps a few hands as he makes his way towards the ring. He pauses at the bottom step, takes in the crowds smattering of cheers, shrugs, and climbs the steps. He paces the ring apron a moment before finally taking a deep breath and climbing into the ring. He goes straight to the corner, and sits down, waiting for the worst.

JOHNSON: ”There is definitely something bothering Darryl here. He wants to be excited to be out here, but he looks visibly shaken right now.”

VASSA: ”I’ve never seen Darryl like this before.”

The lights go dim as a single light shines in the center of the stage. The Sorcerer’s Apprentice from Fantasia begins to play. Perry Wallace steps into the light with a grin from Ear to Ear holding a broom. He pretends a few times walking down to the ring to make the broom walk, and occassionally gives a little hop to the music. He climbs up to the Apron and gently places the broom into the opposite corner of Darryl, who has a look of sheer humiliation on his face. Perry walks over to the ring announcer, and whispers something into his ear. Powers looks at Perry with a look of confusion before putting the microphone to his mouth and shaking his head.

POWERS: ”This match is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first from the Open Road, DARRYL WWAALLKKEERR!!!”

Darryl stands from the corner and waves to the crowd, the look of shame not leaving his face.

POWERS: ”And his opponent, from the backstage Men’s room… BROOM!!!”

The broom sits in the corner, unphased by the commotion around him, focused on the match at hand.

DING!!! DING!!!

Darryl gets up from the corner, and slowly walks over to the broom. He looks it over for a moment, takes a long breath, exhales and picks it up. He begins administering forearm shots to the top of the handle, shaking the broom with each impact to make it look as though it’s actually shaken by the hits. Darryl grabs the broom and sends it across the ring. It hits the ropes and falls forward onto the mat.

VASSA: ”OH MY GOD, Darryl whipped that broom so hard he lost his footing. It’s going to be hard to recover from that. So embarrassing for that poor broom.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m more embarrassed for Darryl. To have to fight a broom on Pay Per View. Perry better be paying him well for this.”

Darryl walks over to the broom, shakes his head, and drops an elbow on it. Darryl gets up and drops another. He then wraps his arm around the top of the handle and hits a vertical suplex on the broom.

VASSA: ”That poor broom is no match for the much larger Darryl.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a broom.”

Darryl picks the broom up again and throws it into the corner. He runs across the ring and hits it with a body splash. The broom falls outside the ring as Darryl looks at it confused and humiliated.

VASSA: ”That was great ring awareness by Broom. He got out of the ring to avoid the pin.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a broom.”

Darryl climbs outside, and picks the broom up, slamming its handle into the ring apron a few times before throwing it into the ring steps. The steps make a ting noise as the light weight broom bounces off of them. Darryl picks it up and rolls it into the ring, as the referee hits the 8 count, before rolling in himself. He grabs the broom and picks it up for another vertical suplex, but then quickly lowers the broom and flips himself back first into the mat.

VASSA: ”My god, Broom reversed Darryl’s suplex attempt with a snap suplex of his own.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a god damned broom.”

Darryl sets the broom across his chest as the referee counts.

ONE

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TWO

Darryl kicks out before three and the broom lays there on the mat, stoically. Darryl gets to his knees and grabs the broom. The brush end begins flying into Darryl’s midsection, knocking him around as if he’s taking a myriad of kicks from a kickboxer. He holds the broom back, and then with a flick of his wrist the brush end connects on Darryl’s chin, knocking him backwards. He again lays the broom across his chest.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Your winner…”

Powers takes a deep sigh, shakes his head and brings the mic back to his mouth.

POWERS: ”BROOM!!!”

Darryl gets up, humiliated, annoyed, and all around unhappy. He grabs the broom and looks at Perry, still ringside. He points at Perry before snapping the broom over his knee and throwing it out of the ring.

VASSA: ”THAT’S POOR SPORTSMANSHIP. Take your loss Darryl. That’s disgusting. He could have ended that broom’s career.”

JOHNSON: ”For Christ sake, it’s a DAMN BROOM.”

VASSA: ”A broom that just picked up a victory on Darryl Walker.”

WALLACE: ”Darryl, that outburst was unacceptable. For your actions, I am booking you in a handicap match at Adrenaline, your opponents, will be announced prior to the match. Good luck, and heads up. An outburst like that at Adrenaline, will result in a dock of your pay, for damages.”

Wallace walks back up the ramp, and backstage, as Darryl stands in the middle of the ring seething.

HEADLINE
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
AMBER RYAN VS. BRYAN WILLIAMS ©

JOHNSON: ”Well folks, it’s time for our headline match of the night! With this and the main event, I’d say things are definitely about to pick up.”

VASSA: ”Oh for sure, and who is to say that if the challenger in this match hadn’t had things go her way she might be in the main event right now?”

JOHNSON: ”No doubt about it, Amber Ryan has certainly been a force since joining 4CW. She came close, but lost out on that 4CW Championship opportunity in a fatal four way. Now she has a chance at capturing the Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”She does, but she has to go through Bryan Williams in order to get it. No easy task.”

JOHNSON: ”Bryan will look to retain the title, and keep his reign as Pride champion going. A win here tonight will definitely solidify an already impressive run.”

VASSA: ”Bryan wanted to make the Pride title matter again, I think he’s definitely succeeded in doing that.”

It’s the tinkling of the eerie music box that brings the lights down, the crowd murmuring with anticipation, as slowly and silently the big screens seems to crack one by one until Lzzy Hale’s vocals cue shadows to dance across the shattered surfaces.

“I pirouette in the dark, I see the stars through a mirror

Tired mechanical heart, beats till the song disappears”

Squealing violin cuts through the building tension, lights pulsing in red like an erratic heartbeat

“Somebody shine a light, I’m frozen by the fear in me

Somebody make me feel alive then shatter me!

So cut me from the line, dizzy spinning endlessly

Somebody make me feel alive then shatter me!”

As the bass drops, a female silhouette almost materializes atop the aisle drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd. Most cheer in appreciation of the show that they’re about to witness but many jeer due to her previous affiliations and general devil-just-doesn’t-give-a-fuck attitude.

POWERS: ”Making her way to the ring, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, she is the ‘Distorted Angel’ … AMBER RRYYAANN!!!”

Dubstep violin leads Amber down the ramp, a few fans extend hands but receive little acknowledgement for their efforts. She circles the ring, messing with whichever ring crew and staff that happen to be within vicinity before methodically and deliberately sliding beneath the bottom rope and crossing to one of the far corners.

Climbing the turnbuckle left handed, she watches out over the crowd to gauge the reaction, returning the mixed reaction with an acknowledging nod of her own before somewhat turning awkwardly on the spot and taking a seat upon the top turnbuckle with hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees- that familiar Distorted Angel smirk ever present across her face.

JOHNSON: ”Well here comes Amber Ryan, and she has already faced Bryan Williams before.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, way back in Boardwalk Wrestling. You know, that dead place?”

JOHNSON: ”I am aware, Amber will have to tap into that killer instinct if she doesn’t want to be out wrestled here tonight.”

VASSA: ”She can totally do it, but I think Bryan might have the edge on her.”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah, it will certainly be a tough task. Think about this too, these two have to team up at Bad Company!”

VASSA: ”Let’s not hold our breath here, they might not even make it that far. At least Cashe was able to wait until after the event, Bryan and Amber might just kill each other before it even happens!”

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

“Glad you’re gone

You’ll never hear me say

That I’ll need you here to watch me

Watch me walk away…”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”Double champion, a lot riding on the line here for Bryan Williams tonight.”

VASSA: ”Yes indeed, he might be able to get through this. He’s really going to have to buckle down, and put down Amber with some authority. Don’t play it safe, because it’ll come back to cost you.”

JOHNSON: ”He definitely wants a win here, you can tell that his loss to her back in Boardwalk is eating at him.”

VASSA: ”Well he’s staring a hole right through her, he either wants to beat the shit out of her or fuck her.”

JOHNSON: ”Vinny!”

VASSA: ”I’m just saying!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings, and this match is underway! Amber Ryan stays cool in his corner, while Bryan Williams stares at him from the opposite side of the ring. The two move out from their corners, sizing each other up for the moment. Amber shoots in for a Collar and Elbow Tieup, but Bryan easily turns it into a Wrist Lock! He spins around, wrenching Amber’s right arm. Amber rolls forward, turning himself into a bridge, and slapping away the Wrist Lock! Bryan gives her a nod as the two pace each other around the ring.

Amber calls for another tieup, and the Pride champion shoots right back in. Bryan switches it into a side headlock, but Amber Ryan grabs his left wrist and puts Bryan into a Hammerlock! Amber pushes the left leg of Bryan Williams down to the mat, changing his level and putting more pressure into that arm hold. She twists his arm upwards, distracting him for the moment. Using his own right hand to keep Bryan’s left arm trapped behind him, Amber kneels down behind Bryan and underhooks his left arm into Bryan’s right! Amber quickly rolls him backwards into a pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Bryan kicks out, and thinks for a moment to reassess the situation at hand. He’s slow to his feet, as Amber calls for another tieup. Bryan goes for one, but quickly fakes Amber out, driving his knee upwards into her stomach! Bryan clobbers her with a forearm, grabbing the back of her head as he brings it into her face. Amber stumbles backwards, bouncing off of the ropes. Bryan drills her with another, sending her leaning into the ropes. Bryan grabs her right arm, throwing to her side. He quickly sends an open palm onto her chest, the chop echoing throughout the arena!

SMACK!!!

The crowd “ooohs”, Amber’s chest turning a deep red almost immediately. Amber recoils in pain, and Bryan follows up with another! Amber stumbles out of the way, heading towards a nearby corner. Bryan connects with a hard European Uppercut, staggering Amber back into the ropes once again. Bryan walks forward, but Amber responds with a hard kick to his right leg. The crowd cheers, as Amber tries tossing Bryan to the ropes. Bryan reverses the attempt, but Ryan comes back with a Spinning Heel Kick that easily puts him down!

JOHNSON: ”Some back and forth action so far, Amber Ryan is keeping her cool.”

VASSA: ”She’s playing it smart, doesn’t want to be smothered by Bryan here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Bryan’s going to need a bit more intensity here.”

VASSA: ”I think he’s trying to pace himself, and that might just end up working. We’ll have to see how Amber continues.”

Amber quickly pounces on the Pride champion, trapping his left arm under her boot. She attacks the right leg, pulling it up and into an awkward angle. Bryan yells out in pain, as Amber delivers another kick to his leg. Bryan is able to push himself away though, breaking the hold for the moment. He rolls out of the ring, clutching his left hand in pain. Sensing an opportunity, Amber quickly runs to the other side of the ring, gaining momentum as she returns with a SUICIDE DIVE THAT DRILLS BRYAN INTO THE BARRICADE!

JOHNSON: ”WHAT A DIVE BY AMBER RYAN!”

VASSA: ”I guess that’s one way to continue!”

The crowd responds in kind, as Amber Ryan and Bryan Williams hit hard, both competitors crashing into the barricade. Bryan looks to have taken the worst of it, hitting his head on the barricade. Bryan lays there on the mat for a moment, trying to collect himself as Amber tries to get back up. Amber shakes the cobwebs loose, grabbing her opponent, and getting the action back inside of the ring. Bryan tries to roll to his feet, but a quick stomp to his head keeps him down.

Amber takes a moment, watching as Bryan tries to get back up. She tries to lift him up, but she can only get him to a knee. Amber looks around, as she sprints towards the ropes. She leaps at Bryan, trying to connect with a Shining Wizard but he ducks! Amber crashes to the mat, as Bryan staggers back up. Bryan lifts Amber up, getting her up into a Fireman’s Carry position. Quickly tossing Amber over, Bryan connects with the Neckbreaker over his Right Knee! Amber holds the back of her head in pain, as Bryan quickly goes for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Amber kicks out and Bryan pulls her up to her feet. Bryan pulls back and clobbers her with another forearm smash. Bryan pushes Amber into the nearby corner, another Forearm Shot disorienting her for the moment. A hard knife edge chop connects, followed up by another forearm! Soon, they start blurring together, Bryan unleashing a flurry of chops and forearm shots! One after the other they land hard, until Bryan knocks Amber down with a thunderous European Uppercut! Amber falls to the mat in a seated position, Bryan quick to scrap his boot across her face a few times. Three scraps, and Bryan runs to the ropes, he bounces back and connects with a brutal Face Wash!

JOHNSON: ”An ugly face wash from the champion!”

VASSA: ”Easy there Bryan, don’t damage the goods!”

JOHNSON: ”This is a wrestling match, Vinny. I don’t think he cares too much about looks, or whatever.”

VASSA: ”Clearly we can tell by the way he’s dressed here tonight.”

Amber Ryan looks to be out of it, but Bryan Williams has not finished his assault! He pulls Amber out of the corner, picking her up. Amber tries fighting back, a few right hands land clean! Bryan staggers for a moment, as Amber runs to the ropes. Bryan catches her on the rebound with a Blue Thunder Bomb! Amber twirls through the air, crashing hard as Bryan slams her to the mat! Bryan quickly picks Amber back up, wrapping her up in a Straight Jacket. Bryan tosses Amber backwards, into a Straight Jacket Suplex! Bryan keeps the bridge, opting for the pinfall!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Amber kicks out, and to Bryan’s surprise she transitions the hold into an armbar! It was a risky move, but it paid off. Bryan gets to a knee, throwing his right leg over Ryan. Bryan breaks the hold, and turns the Armbar into a Kneebar on Amber Ryan! Ryan rolls, trying to break the hold. Amber lets go, as Bryan gets back up to his feet. He looks a bit ginger on his leg, but it doesn’t seem to be stopping him. Bryan shoots in, but Amber takes him down with a School Boy! Bryan rolls through, getting back up to his feet, but Amber clobber him with a Leaping Forearm! With Bryan staggered, she quickly hops up and plants him into the mat with a Hurricanrana Driver!

Bryan gets to his knees, and Amber boots him with a hard kick to his chest! Another kick lands, as Amber gets the crowd to quiet down as she prepares for a third. Amber steps back, and unloads a kick but Bryan catches it! Amber looks shocked, as Bryan steps to his feet. Amber breaks the hold, and slaps the taste right out of Bryan’s mouth! Angered, Bryan turns around but eats a Superkick from her!

JOHNSON: ”Superkick from Amber!”

VASSA: ”He ate all of that one!”

Bryan rolls to the outside, holding himself up on the nearby apron. Amber quickly follows, climbing out onto the apron. Bryan snaps back, grabbing Amber’s feet and causing her to fall back first onto the ring apron! Amber lands hard, rolling to the ground. Bryan takes a second to recover, as Laroy Jones begins to start his count!

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Ryan begins to stir, grabbing the ring apron for support. She holds the back of her head, trying to recover from the nasty spill to the outside. Ryan tries pulling herself back into the ring, but Bryan clobbers her with another forearm! Amber looks to be out of it now, as Bryan places her up onto the ring apron. He slowly climbs up, a thought crossing through his mind. He quickly grabs Amber, placing her into a piledriver position. The crowd groans in anticipation, as Bryan lifts Amber up and PILEDRIVES HER INTO THE RING APRON!! The two clatter against it, as both competitors fall to the mat! Laroy Jones once again starting his ten count!

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

Bryan begins to stir, as Amber lays out on the outside. Bryan pulls himself back up, holding himself up against the barricade. He looks at Amber, and decides to slide under the bottom rope. Laroy continues his count, as Amber is still trying to get back up!

“Six! … Seven! … Eight!”

The crowd roars to life, as Amber Ryan gets to her feet and slides under the bottom rope! Bryan was waiting though, as he pounces right on her. He lifts Amber back up, clobbering her with a Rolling Elbow shot! Amber doesn’t fall, but Bryan is able to spin her around and send her crashing into the mat face first with a Solar Flare Homicide! Amber Ryan doesn’t move, as Bryan easily moves over to cover her! Laroy Jones counts!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Amber kicks out, and Bryan looks ready to put this match away. He gets up to his feet, waiting for Amber Ryan to stir. She does, as she tries to get to a knee. Bryan backs up a little, positioning himself for a Superkick as Amber tries to get back up. Amber finally does, as Bryan goes for a Superkick but Amber rolls out of the way! She tosses Bryan to the mat with another School Boy, and catches him with a hard kick to his chest once again!

“OOHHH!!!”

With Bryan on his knees, Amber delivers another kick!

“OOOHHHH!!!”

Amber steps back, and a third kick slams into the head of Bryan Williams! The crowd cheers, as Bryan slumps to the mat! Amber takes a step backwards, leaning against the ropes as she tries to recover from the onslaught she just went through.

JOHNSON: ”These two are giving each other hell! They both want this Pride Championship badly!”

VASSA: ”I think Amber is about to kick it into overdrive here!”

Amber Ryan looks to be fired up, as Bryan Williams slowly gets back to his feet. Amber throws out a high Roundhouse kick, but Bryan blocks the attempt! A low kick lands to the right leg of Bryan Williams, staggering him for a moment. A Leaping Enziguri staggers him again, Amber pops back up to his feet and throws out a hard European Uppercut! Bryan stumbles backwards into the nearby corner! Amber continues to pour it on, unloading a furious amount of Forearm Shots to the dazed Bryan Williams! Amber walks out of the corner for a moment, rushing right in for a Leaping Forearm shot that clobbers Bryan! Tossing Bryan out of the corner, Amber hops up onto the turnbuckle and catches Bryan with a Tornado DDT!

Both competitors lay on the canvas, Amber trying to collect herself from the flurry of offense she just had. Amber rolls to a knee, slapping the canvas as the crowd claps along with her. Amber backs up for a moment, eyeing Bryan as she does. Bryan tries getting up, but Amber quickly rushes over towards him and drops him with the ORIGINAL SIN! Bryan eats all of the mat, as Amber quickly covers!

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

The crowd groans, as Bryan Williams kicks out. Amber Ryan doesn’t look rejected, as she waits for Bryan to try and get back to his feet. Bryan doesn’t move very quickly because of his leg, but when he does Amber leaps onto his back! She tries for a Rear Naked Choke, but Bryan flips her over onto the mat! Amber pounces back up, and catches Bryan with a FLYING ARMBAR ATTEMPT! The two crash to the ground, but Bryan is able to position himself well. He steps over her head, releasing the pressure on his right elbow. Amber stays latched on though, as she tries to position herself better for the hold.

JOHNSON: ”Amber trying to work for that submission, but Bryan is defending well!”

VASSA: ”An interesting choice from Amber, she should keep her attack going!”

JOHNSON: ”I think she wants to take that arm from Bryan, she’s already doing damage elsewhere.”

VASSA: ”That is so cruel…”

Bryan continues to work to get out of the hold, as he keeps turning with Amber. Gathering a base for himself, Bryan grabs onto Amber and lifts her up into a Powerbomb. The crowd watches on, as Bryan brings Amber down over his knee! The hold is broken, Amber holds her lower back in pain. Bryan and Amber scurry to their feet, as Amber tries to connect with another boxing combination. She goes low, as Bryan tries to protect high. Amber shoots in, but Bryan wraps her up in a clinch. He brings a knee up, stumbling her backwards. A spinning backfist connects, as Bryan lifts Amber up and DROPS HER HEAD FIRST ONTO HIS KNEE WITH THE CTE!

The move connects flush, but Amber rolls to the outside before Bryan can cover her! The crowd groans, as Bryan looks on in frustration. Amber looks out of it, she tries to pull herself back up but her legs just won’t work. Bryan slaps the mat, rolling to the outside as he grabs hold of her. He quickly rushes her back into the ring, tossing her in. Again, she crawls towards the ropes hoping to pull herself back up.

JOHNSON: ”Bryan connected with the CTE, but Amber was smart enough to roll to the outside!”

VASSA: ”Yeah, that’s definitely going to hurt him now.”

Bryan looks on, as Amber struggles to get back to her feet. She grabs onto the second rope, and finally gets to a knee. She pulls herself up using the top rope, slowly turning around to face Bryan. Bryan stands there, watching his opponent struggle. Amber motions for Bryan to attack, as she steps out towards him. Bryan rushes towards her, but Amber manages to duck his attack. She sprints to the other side of the ring, a springboard off of the second rope onto her opponent! A crossbody lands flush, allowing Amber a second attack. Bryan tries getting back up, but a running knee to the side of his head puts him back down!

She’s using all willpower now, as she rushes to the nearby turnbuckle. Amber climbs up to the second rope, a double stomp landing on the back of Bryan’s head as he tries to get back up! Bryan slumps over, hitting the mat with his face. Amber isn’t done yet, using all of her might to get Bryan to his knees. She looks at him for a moment, and then drills him with the Original Sin!

JOHNSON: ”ORIGINAL SIN!!”

VASSA: ”AMBER HAS BRYAN IN A BAD SPOT HERE!!”

Amber catches all of it, but Bryan isn’t staying down for long! He’s trying to get back up, struggling to get to a knee. Amber wastes no time, she runs towards him and catches him with a boot to his face! Bryan slumps forward, not moving a muscle after the attack. Amber stumbles over, she quickly drops to her knees as she ties up Bryan’s arms. With no way to protect himself it doesn’t take long for Amber to start raining elbows down into his face! Laroy Jones looks on in concern, as Bryan continues to eat multiple shots without defending himself! The elbows continue to rain down, as Laroy Jones has to step in and call the match!

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

POWERS: ”You winner, by way of referee stoppage … AND NEW 4CW PRIDE CHAMPION … AMBER RRYYAANN!!!”

The Las Vegas crowd is in shock, as “Shatter Me” begins to play in the background. Amber lets go of Bryan, as Laroy Jones raises her hand in victory. He quickly hands her the Pride Championship, as the crowd is starting to realize what has just happened. Bryan doesn’t move much on the canvas, still out from the elbows.

JOHNSON: ”Wow!”

VASSA: ”Yeah, you’re telling me! Amber just took the moment, and never looked back! I think Bryan is still out cold!”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed he is, we now have a NEW Pride champion here tonight!”

VASSA: ”Amber Ryan just showed everyone that she didn’t need to outwrestle Bryan Williams, she just needed to knock him the fuck out!”

JOHNSON: ”Wow, this might be bad for Bryan. He took a couple of bad knocks in the match, we have staff coming out to check on him.”

VASSA: ”A high cost to a match like this, I kinda feel bad for saying all of that stuff about Bad Company now.”

Amber tries to check on Bryan, but medical staff from the back are already out and entering the ring. Bryan seems to be stirring now, but the staff keep him stationary as they check him out. Forced away, Amber heads back to the opposite side of the ring to celebrate her title victory.

JOHNSON: ”What a night for Amber Ryan, and what a performance here too.”

VASSA: ”Make no doubts about it, this is no fluke win. We have a new Pride champion ladies and gentlemen.”

JOHNSON: ”An emphatic victory here tonight, Amber Ryan will now carry the torch from the former champion.”

VASSA: ”Let’s see what she can do, everybody just got put on notice.”

Event staff and fire fighters flood the scene as we cut back to the parking lot outside of the T-Mobile Arena.

VASSA: ”God damn son, it’s crazy back there!”

JOHNSON: ”We have firetrucks, ambulances, even police on the scene. This is like a terrorist attack.”

VASSA: ”Calm down, quit over exaggerating. We all know terrorists do not exist unless Bush calls upon them!”

The camera then catches a glimpse of Viduus lurking in the shadows, watching over it all from a distance across the parking lot. The camera then begins to approach Viduus. Spotting it, he turns the opposite direction and sneaks in a back door to the arena, unseen by everyone else on the scene, except for the cameraman. Following through the door, the camera travels down an empty hallway before coming to a large open area barely lit from the lights above. Turning to the left, Viduus is spotted with his back to the camera. From the side, a hotdog stand on wheels races onto the scene being pushed by no one other than Scott Woodson – or Scottywood to those who know him. Slamming the hotdog stand into the side of Viduus, Scottywood pins him against a large boxed used to transport the equipment for tonight’s event.

VASSA: ”NO GODDAMNIT! THAT’S MY LAST HOPE FOR FOOD HERE!”

Viduus then pushes the cart away from him, driving Scottywood backwards until slamming him against a wall. Grabbing a hockey stick wrapped in barbed wire, Scottywood reaches across the stand with it and smacks Viduus upside the head with it. He then uses the stick to pry the stand off of him, freeing himself. With the Extreme Championship in both hands, Viduus rushes around the stand and takes a swing for Scottywood’s head. Holding the stick up with both hands, Scottywood blocks the attack and delivers a kick to Viduus’ mid-section, knocking him backwards.

Charging forward with the stick in both hands and holding it up, Scottywood runs into Viduus, pressing the barbed wire covered hockey stick into his throat. Driving him across the room, Scottywood slams him against the wall. Pressing the stick as hard as he can across Viduus’ throat, Scottywood holds him in place as he then begins to kick his right knee up, driving it into Viduus’ stomach over and over. As Scottywood chokes him with the hockey stick, the barbs pierce into Viduus’ flesh, causing him to bleed in various spots along his throat. Not letting up, Scottywood chokes him while hitting him with rapid knees in the stomach. The blood loss from his throat begins to collect in a large pool at the twos feet.

JOHNSON: ”He’s going to slice his throat wide open!”

VASSA: ”It wouldn’t surprise me one bit. I’ve heard some crazy stories about this mother fucker.”

Viduus’ fight grows slower and slower as his oxygen supply is cut off from the hockey stick pressing across his throat. Finally, the belt slips from his grip and falls onto the floor, splashing in the puddle of blood at their feet. Dropping his foot down onto the belt, Scottywood then slides it a few feet away from them to the right. He then slams his head forward, hitting Viduus with a headbutt right between the eyes. The back of Viduus’ head smacks against the brick wall, nearly knocking him unconscious. Scottywood then releases the hockey stick, dropping it to the floor before pulling Viduus away from the wall and towards the championship lying close by. Kicking Viduus in the stomach, Scottywood forces him to buckle over and as he does, Scottywood drops him head first onto the Extreme Championship with a spike evenflow DDT!

VASSA: ”Holy fucking shit!”

JOHNSON: ”This doesn’t look good for Viduus one bit.”

Rolling Viduus over to his back, Scottywood crawls over top of him as the nearby official on duty drops in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Scottywood has captured the Extreme Championship in his first night!”

VASSA: ”Not only is it his first night but he hasn’t even had a match in 4CW yet! This man was won a championship before even being officially booked for the first time!”

Pushing himself up, Scottywood then picks up the championship and his hockey stick up from the floor. Looking down at the bloody mess left behind by his hands, he laughs hysterically before turning away and heading back towards the life of the event.

Cracking his fingers one after another, was Dakota Smith. He stood in front of the camera, his eyes pointing downward so that he is looking at his hand. Not even the slightest glimpse of emotion on his face as loud pops continue to escape from his knuckles. He was wearing his new attire which consisted of white carpenters pants, tan work boots, and one black elbow pad on his right arm. As Dakota pushes his thumb down onto his pinky one final crack is heard and the butcher lifts his head up so that he is looking directly into the camera. There is a great amount of focus on the butcher’s face, a calmness that isn’t often shown. Very ever so slightly The Butcher stars to nod his head, the faintest of smirk appearing on his war-torn lips.

SMITH: ”When you’ve been in as many battles as I have, there really isn’t much that gets the blood flowing through the veins. Because you’ve been there, done that… Seen it all.. And trust me, I have seen things that some of you couldn’t imagine in your most worst moments. I have bleed-out on the side of country roads, and I have been strung out to hang like the milkman. Countless hours of memories, just simply torn from my brain by shot after shot after shot.

But one memory that is still very clear in my mind, is one year ago. I stood in this very same building your 4CW champion. I walked into that Iron Man match a god among mortals… But I walked out defeated, and limping. Just like any other maggot who dare get to close to the sun. After that I lost myself, I was broken, shattered, shredded like a piece of meat! I just didn’t have it in me to keep on my crimson path, I wanted to give up… I did give up. I let myself rot away, destroying myself more than any man or women in this company ever could. Do you know what it’s like to be inside of a walking corpse? The muscles and bones just working out of repetition because the brain has long since turned to soup. Emotions wither away until you are completely numb, you hold something in your hand but the feeling isn’t there.”

Dakota bites down on his bottom lips as he lets his hand run up his stomach and midsection, stopping directly over his heart.

SMITH: ”But then when I finally embraced the sweet nectar, and let myself slip away…I was reborn, by being consumed by emptiness I created new life… A new purpose. And it was clear to me what that purpose was, to regain my heart – take back what was rightfully mine!

And here I am, one year later…They say history repeats itself, but after tonight a new history will be written. One where I get my redemption and become alive once again. In just a few minutes I will march out to that ring and wrestle for an entire hour, battle for an entire sixty minutes. This is a war, and i’m charging the front lines! I won’t stop until every man in front of me is laying in a pile of their own blood and piss, begging me just to end it all. And when the final bell is called, It will be Dakota Smith standing on a pile of carved and torn bodies. Like Joseph I will wear their blood as a coat of many colors, a god of violence reborn…There have been many pretenders to come and go, but I am the only one who is fit to hold the throne! I was born for this, it’s my destiny!”

His hand closes and turns into a fist, the spark of rage filling up his eyes. Dakota’s head slowly cocked to the side as he took in a deep breath, his teeth slowly beginning to grind.

SMITH: ”And if I lose? Then I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen. I’m not sure just how well this new me will take it. But there is something that I can guarantee.. I won’t fucking stop… I will not be complete until that 4CW championship is around my waist! Don’t you understand? I need it! That’s my character arc! EVEN IF IT TAKES NINE SEASONS! I JUST NEED THAT CHAMPIONSHIP! I’M NOT DRIVEN BY BLOODLUST OR HATE, JUST THAT CHAMPIONSHIP MAGGOTS! JUST THAT SWEET 4CW GREATNESS! NINETY-SEVEN MORE YEARS OF ME COMING AFTER IT! NINETY SEVEN YEARS! MY REDEMPTION FOREVER! DAKOTA SMITH FOREVER!”

Dakota smacks himself across the face a few times, each hit more violent then the next. He then grabs a hold of the camera and lets out a blood-curdling roar before throwing the camera man down to the ground. The final scenes showing the butcher marching away, screaming and ranting about nonsense as he does so.

With the Extreme Championship over one shoulder and his hockey stick covered in barbed wire over the other, Scottywood walks the halls of the T-Mobile Arena where the fans have access to. Following behind him, the camera watches his every move. The fans in the area watch closely as well, while also keeping a safe distance because even they know anything is bound to happen.

VASSA: ”He’s got some balls on him.”

JOHNSON: ”Scottywood has come into 4CW and done exactly what he said he was going to do. Why hide? He’s out in the open wishing someone would attack him.”

VASSA: ”Careful what you wish for because you just might get it.”

With that, the group of masked people charge onto the scene, led by Johnny Evil. Pushing fans out of the way, the pack force their way through the crowd with Scottywood in their sights. Hearing the commotion, Scottywood slowly turns around and the sight brings a smile to his face. Shrugging the belt from his shoulder, he lets it drop to the floor as he grips both hands tightly around his barbed wire covered hockey stick. Bracing himself for a fight, Scottywood is then clipped from the side as one last masked person charges onto the scene unnoticed. Falling to the floor, the stick slips from his hands and slides feet away. The pack then closes in, circling Scottywood. Leading the charge, Evil begins kicking and stomping on Scottywood as the others follow his lead.

EVIL: ”Hold this mother fucker down! Let’s end this once and for all!”

The masked people then begin to grab onto Scottywood. Locking onto his arms and legs, the group of masked people leave him with nowhere to go as he looks up at Evil on his back. Looking down at Scottywood, Evil smirks before placing his foot across Scottywood’s chest. The Hardcore Artist tries to break free but can’t as he’s overtaken. With his shoulders pinned to the floor, the official has no choice but to count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Evil has won it ag–“

JOHNSON: ”WOAH!!!”

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

With a sledgehammer in hand, Scott Stevens bursts through the bodies with masks and cracks Evil in the back of the head! Lights out, Evil’s eyes close as he instantly drops to the floor. Everyone then turns their attention to Stevens as the masked people pop back to their feet. Hitting anything that he can, Stevens swings and jabs the sledgehammer at the masked people, backing them away from Scottywood. Rolling over to his stomach, Scottywood looks up and sees his hockey stick within arms reach. Grabbing onto it, Scottywood then stands tall and begins swinging at the masked people as well. Outnumbered two to twelve, Scottywood and Stevens don’t back down as they fight for their lives.

Charging onto the scene, Matthias Barrows rushes in with Black Betty in hand and joins in the attack, hitting the first masked person he lays eyes one. Then comes in Dexter Severin with a chair, followed by Eric Lee with a light tube, and Viduus Morta, covered in blood, with a torch in hand. Together, the six stand united and fight against the pack of masked people. After a few moments of fighting, the fight begins to make its way down the halls, leaving the scene and the holder of the Extreme Championship, Johnny Evil, behind. Bursting through the glass at the main entrance, the fight exits the building as a swarm of fans circle the action, snapping photos with their phones in hand.

JOHNSON: ”This entire Roulette has destroyed numerous areas of the T-Mobile Arena tonight. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to come back after this.”

VASSA: ”Perry will pay for the damages. He doesn’t have a choice. And with enough money, we’ll easily be back here next year for Ante Up!”

JOHNSON: ”Hold on a second! What’s this?!”

With the fight now outside and nowhere else to be found to aid Johnny Evil as he lays on the floor unconscious, Carmella Wilder finally makes her grand appearance!

VASSA: ”It’s Carmella!”

JOHNSON: ”I’ll be damned! She wasn’t bluffing!”

Scanning the area and searching for possible attackers, Carmella seems safe as she walks over to Evil and quickly makes the cover. Everyone else interested in the Roulette is nowhere to be found and the only two still around is the cameraman and the official on call. As best as she can, Carmella hooks Evil’s leg as the official quickly makes the count beside them.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”CARMELLA HAS CAPTURED THE BELT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This is unbelievable! While everyone else is fighting outside, she’s swooped in and taken advantage of Evil being laid out with no one around to prevent her from pinning him.”

Shortly after, the speakers throughout the entire arena come to life.

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

VASSA: ”What’s that noise?!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s it!”

VASSA: ”What do you mean that’s it?!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s the official bell to end the Extreme Roulette! Our main event is just about to start!”

VASSA: ”No fucking way…”

JOHNSON: ”Way.”

Mike Powers voices then blares throughout the arena as Carmella looks up, checking over her shoulders for any attackers.

POWERS: ”The Extreme Roulette is officially over and your winner, and NEW 4CW EXTREME CHAMPION… CARMELLA WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Bursting up to her feet, Carmella jumps up and down in excitement as a crowd begins to form around her of fans celebrating her victory. Stepping in beside her, the official hands her the Extreme Championship. Holding it with both hands, she then raises it high above her head, overflowing with joy as everyone in the vicinity cheers her on.

VASSA: ”Wow. I can’t believe that just happened.”

JOHNSON: ”Believe it Vinny.”

VASSA: ”But how? How was she able to be the last one in possession of the championship with everyone else who was involved?”

JOHNSON: ”She waited for the right moment to make her move and it worked. I’d love to sit here and discuss with you but with the end of this, comes out main event. This Roulette was set to end just before the main event so with that, let’s get the camera back here at ringside!”

VASSA: ”Oh my god I hope she does Playboy with that belt!”

MAIN EVENT
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
FATAL FOUR-WAY SIXTY MINUTE IRON MAN

JASON CASHE VS. ADRIAN TANNER JR. VS.
DAKOTA SMITH VS. BRONX VALESCENCE ©

VASSA: ”After one hell of a night we have finally come tot he main event folks.”

JOHNSON: ”The Extreme Roulette is officially over and the final match is just moments away from happening.”

VASSA: ”Without a doubt, this has to be 4CW’s most physically demanding match.”

JOHNSON: ”Sixty minutes of non-stop action with not one, not two, but three opponents to keep an eye on. This Fatal Four-Way isn’t to be taken lightly.”

VASSA: ”Coming into this match with some experience, both Jason Cashe and Dakota Smith have competed in one of these before.”

JOHNSON: ”This will be the third time 4CW has sanctioned this match. Cashe was involved in the first and Dakota was in last year’s, the second one.”

VASSA: ”Neither man has won one of these but their luck can change tonight right here in Las Vegas.”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t count out Adrian Tanner Jr. Although he hasn’t been booked in one of these before, the man has a very, very impressive record in 4CW since signing last year.”

VASSA: ”He’s currently also one half of the 4CW Tag-Team Champions. With a win here tonight, he could be the only man leaving this event with two 4CW championships.”

JOHNSON: ”Speaking of championships! Bronx Valescence is our fourth competitor in tonight’s big main event. He’s be defending the prize, the BIGGEST prize in all of 4CW, the 4CW Championship!”

VASSA: ”He’s the one with the target on his back, the man that everyone else involved in the match is out to get. Good reason too! He’s at the top of the most wanted list.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s wanted, dead or alive you could say. But more importantly, that piece of metal and leather he has in his possession is wanted most of all.”

VASSA: ”Well I think it’s safe to bet that he isn’t going down without a fight. He may not have the experience factor in this type of match, but he has the edge being the champ in my opinion.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s going to be a pleasure seeing how this thing unfolds. You won’t find it anywhere else other than right here in 4CW!”

DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following Fatal Four-Way Sixty Minute Iron Man match will be for the 4CW Championship!”

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

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

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

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

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

POWERS: ”And next!”

The lights in the arena cut out, and the video screen lights up, showing a full screen animated Slot Machine, all the symbols on the machine have been replaced with little cartoon versions of the men in the match.

The lever goes down once, and the symbols show Bronx, Bronx, Dakota. The loser horn goes off.

The lever goes down again, and the symbols show Dakota, Cashe, Dakota. The loser horn goes off.

The lever goes down again, the symbols show Dakota, Cashe, Adrian. The loser horn goes off.

The lever goes down again, the symbols show Bronx, Adrian, Cashe. The loser horn goes off.

Suddenly the screen cuts out and LOUD blaring sirens go off, loud enough to make most in the audience cover their ears in pain. Distorted footage plays of a riot going down, people looting, shit on fire, the works. And then its gone and the slot machine is back.

The lever goes down again, the symbols show Dakota, Bronx, Cashe. The loser horn goes off.

The lever goes down one more time, the symbols spin and spin and spin. It seems like they go f o r e v e r before it finally stops.

Superman face, Superman face, Superman face.

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

And the lights die again.

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

“Driving through this world unknown,

I’ve built my life on broken bones.

Not living for this anymore,

You want a fight… I’ll bring a war!”

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

“I feel alive inside

I won’t be terrorized,

I’ll take all the blame.”

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

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

“This heart of fire, is burning proud

I am every dream you lost and never found

This heart of fire, is stronger now

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

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

“I’ll burn them down.”

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

POWERS: ”Next up!”

“These voices in my head are telling me you have to die

I obeyed their every wish

I’ll fuck your body infront of your kids

Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult

You’re my latest dish

Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish

I’m a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist”

“Welcome to Hell” starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic – his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.

POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is a former one time 4CW Champion and 4CW Hall of Famer, ‘The Butcher’, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the official. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.

POWERS: ”Last but not least!”

The “Stranger Things” intro starts to kick over the house speakers as the fans give their initial pop when smoke begins to fill the stage. As the remix to “Starboy” kicks in, Bronx slowly makes his way out on stage. Pausing in the middle of the stage, he turns sideways and points a finger gun towards the ring before he pulls the trigger and gives a loud, audible laugh before he pulls his ring jacket back to reveal the 4CW Championship around his waist, he continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp, occasionally pointing at the belt and talking trash.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds…He is the 4CW Champion… BRONX… VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

When Bronx gets down to the end of the ramp, he uses one leap onto the ring apron, and then spins around, holding onto the ropes before rising his feet on the apron and walking over to his corner and using the ropes to vault into the ring. Pulling the championship off with one hand, he opens his arms out to either side he spins until he bounces into the ropes and poses one time for the fans before smirking and removing his ring jacket and sunglasses, neatly placing them underneath his corner turnbuckle before leaping onto the top turnbuckle to sit, waiting for the referee to come over and take his title.

JOHNSON: ”Here we go. The stage is set and all of the players have stepped inside of the ring. There’s only one thing left to do and that’s survive the next sixty minutes of your life.”

VASSA: ”Right now in that ring we have best four that 4CW has to offer all fighting for one thing, the 4CW Championship.”

JOHNSON: ”This match isn’t going to end with just one pinfall. We have sixty minutes of chaos upon us and whoever stands at the end of this thing with the most points will be your 4CW Champion.”

VASSA: ”We’ve seen this twice before and not once has a champion entering this contest walk out still champion. There are just way too many probabilities going into this thing. Four people in that ring!”

JOHNSON: ”You need eyes not only on the front of your head but the back and sides as well. No one is safe in this thing!”

Walking over to Bronx’s corner, the official takes the 4CW Championship from him before returning back to the center of the ring. Holding the championship with both hands and raising it high above his head, the official turns to each side of the ring, presenting the belt to the fans in attendance. He then walks to the ropes and hands the championship down to a member of the ringside crew before backing up to the middle of the ring. One after the other, the official checks in with each corner and once all four wrestlers have given him the signal, the official throws his hand in the air and calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

59:59

Before the bell can even silence, all four men curst from their corners and charge the center of the ring until colliding in an explosion of punches. Neither man defending themselves, the four just throw wild hands, connecting with various lefts and rights as the official keeps a safe distance from across the ring watching the action. Lunging towards Bronx, Dakota reaches for him with both hands but grabs Tanner instead as Bronx pulls Tanner in between their direct path. Pushing Tanner in the back, Bronx sends him falling forward into Dakota, knocking the two out of the cluster. From the side, Cashe connects with a stiff right to Bronx’s temple, knocking him off balance and stumbling towards the corner.

Watching as Bronx crashes into the corner, Cashe then charges ahead, lowering his head and driving it into Bronx’s chest like a battering ram as he closes in. Popping his head up, Cashe then puts on a display of unorthodox boxing as he lays into Bronx with a combination of jabs and straight punches. Spreading his arms and extending them out to his sides, Cashe then swings them in together, going for a bell clap on Bronx’s ears. Ducking underneath, Bronx avoids the foul move as Cashe’s hands slap together. He then reaches up with both hands, locking his fingers behind Cashe’s head and pulls him forward while dropping down to a seated position. Cashe’s face slams down onto the turnbuckle before bouncing off and forcing him to see stars. Bronx then pulls himself back to his feet before jumping straight up and locking his arm around Cashe’s head. Falling back down to the mat, Bronx pulls Cashe down with and plants his head into the canvas with a DDT!

Across the ring, Dakota sizes Tanner up with rapid body blows. He then swings upward and hits Tanner in the jaw with a European uppercut, knocking him backwards into the ropes. Hooking both arms around the top rope, Tanner prevents himself from bouncing off but leaves his mid-section exposed as Dakota rushes in and hits him with a running lifting knee to the gut. Turning Tanner around, Dakota presses his throat against the top rope before reaching underneath it and grabbing onto his head. Pulling down, Dakota chokes Tanner with the rope. After nearly a minute of choking, Dakota then releases Tanner and spins him back around. Grabbing onto him, Dakota then drops him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker!

JOHNSON: ”These four are going pedal to the metal right from the jump.”

VASSA: ”I get it. All four are excited to be in this position but pace yourselves guys. You have to be in this thing for an hour. Don’t run out of gas before the midway point.”

55:14

JOHNSON: ”Let’s just hope that the officials can keep up with all of the action.”

VASSA: ”They better be able to. Not only do we have one in the ring, but we also have one on the outside in case there are two pin attempts at the same time.”

JOHNSON: ”In a match like this, that’s going to be very handy.”

In front of the corner, Bronx hits Cashe with a superkick in the chest, knocking the breath right out of him. Bronx then turns to his right and jumps onto the middle ropes of the corner. Jumping backwards and pushing himself away, he then spins around in mid-air, flying in Cashe’s direction with a forearm shot to the face. Standing guard, Cashe openly accepts the forearm shot to the face but at the same time, he catches Bronx in the air and wraps both arms around him. Falling back, Cashe then suplexes Bronx straight onto his head in a fluid motion. The two then lay side by side, Bronx nearly out of it and Cashe damn near close as the forearm shot to the face begins to settle in.

With Tanner on both knees, Dakota stands over him, holding him in place with his left hand as he rains down onto his head with punches from his right. Reaching down and wrapping his hand around Tanner’s throat, Dakota then pulls him up to his feet before lifting him into the air and throwing him forward with a one handed choke toss. Looking over his shoulder, Dakota spots Cashe slowly rising up to his feet unaware of his surroundings. Turning in place, Dakota then charges to the ropes across the ring. Hitting them with force and bouncing off, he then charges straight for Cashe, hitting him with a running knee strike to the head.

VASSA: ”There’s The Spectrum!”

JOHNSON: ”I still don’t agree with the name of that move.”

VASSA: ”Take it up with him after he gets this quick pinfall.”

Dropping down to his knees and covering Cashe, Dakota hooks his leg as the official slides in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

DAKOTA SMITH

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A second too late, Cashe kicks out of the pin. Looking down at him, Dakota laughs hysterically before pushing himself up and turning his attention towards Bronx who is in the middle of climbing to his feet as well. Just as Bronx pulls himself up, Dakota is right there to deliver a crushing right to the side of his head. Pounding away with back to back punches, Dakota works Bronx into the corner with nowhere to go.

On the other side of the ring, Tanner is back to his feet. Looking across at Dakota beating Bronx senseless in the corner, he shakes his head in disgust before quickly moving in their direction. Just as he passes Cashe on the mat, Cashe pops up and grabs the back of Tanner’s pants. Pulling Tanner back and down to the mat, Cashe rolls him up quickly as the official is right there to start the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JASON CASHE

1

VASSA: ”Returning the favor from three weeks ago, Cashe gets a sneaky quick roll up on Tanner, putting his name on the scoreboard!”

JOHNSON: ”Sneaky indeed! I thought Cashe was still out from that knee to the face Dakota gave him but as we’ve seen time and time again, it takes a lot to put him down for good.”

48:27

Blocking a right from Dakota, Bronx counters with a headbutt right between The Butcher’s eyes. He then hits him with a European uppercut, knocking his head back and forcing him to look up at the lights. Ducking down and wrapping Dakota up, Bronx then lifts him intothe air and flips him over to his back with a Northern Lights Suplex. Bridging the suplex, Bronx goes for a pin as the official on the outside counts right there beside them.

ONE

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TW–

Kicking out just before the two, Dakota breaks up the officials count. Quickly rushing up to his feet, Bronx stomps down onto Dakota’s stomach over and over. He then backs up to the ropes and as he bounces off, Bronx hits Dakota in the head with a rolling knee. Popping back to his feet in a fluid motion, Bronx looks ahead at Cashe slowly pushing himself up with his back turned to him. Running forward, Bronx leaps through the air and as he closes in on Cashe, he wraps his arm around his head and drives his face into the canvas with a bulldog.

VASSA: ”Shout out to Biggie Smalls!”

JOHNSON: ”What? His dog?”

VASSA: ”NO! The dead rapper! Of course his dog!”

Rolling Cashe over to his back, Bronx makes the cover as the official in the ring drops in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Cashe breaks the count as Bronx begins showing signs of frustration early on in the match.

JOHNSON: ”No!”

Slamming his fist down to the canvas, Bronx then pushes himself up. After wiping the hair from out of his face, he then turns around only to get caught by surprise as Tanner is right there to wrap him up. With nowhere to go, Tanner then plants Bronx’s face into the mat with a reverse STO facebuster!

VASSA: ”Bronxy!”

JOHNSON: ”The Revolver!”

VASSA: ”PEW POW!!!”

Crawling over Bronx as he rolls over to his back, Tanner makes the cover with no one in sight to break it up.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

ADRIAN TANNER JR.

1

JOHNSON: ”There’s one for Adrian! Now everyone except for the champ has a pinfall scored.”

Standing back to his feet, Tanner has but one second to catch his breath before Dakota rushes him from the side and knocks him to the mat with a running shoulder block. Stepping over Adrian and standing with him between his legs, Dakota then bends over and begins hitting Tanner in the face with right after right after right. Dakota then jumps straight into the air before falling down to a seated position on Adrian’s stomach. Grabbing onto his head with both hands, Dakota pulls Adrian up before leaning over and biting him across the forehead.

Crashing into Dakota head on, Cashe wipes him out with a left handed clothesline, knocking him off of Tanner. Looking to the right of Dakota, Cashe locks his eyes on his arm stretched out, more importantly the hand attached to it. Raising his foot into the air as high as he can, Cashe then kicks down with it and stomps onto Dakota’s fingers. Instantly, Dakota pulls his hand close and holds it with his other over his chest. Jumping straight into the air, Cashe falls down to Dakota, and goes for a head to head headbutt. Rolling out of the way, Dakota dodges the blow as Cashe eats a mouthful of canvas.

Rolling over to his back, Cashe holds his hands over his face while Dakota slowly rises back to his feet. Just as Dakota stands, Cashe then leans up and delivers a low blow to Dakota, forcing him to drop to both knees. Cashe then pops back to his feet and gives Dakota a light nudge, sending him falling over to his side. Looking up, Cashe’s eyes light up as Bronx’s foot plows into his face. Hitting Cashe with a superkick, Bronx sends him falling backwards to the mat before rolling across it. Going under the ropes, Cashe then falls off the apron and down to the floor as the front row roars loudly in excitement.

JOHNSON: ”Bronx just kicked that one out of the park!”

VASSA: ”With the way Cashe was rolling, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually a good bowler.”

JOHNSON: ”That doesn’t even make sense.”

VASSA: ”IT DOESN’T HAVE TO!!!”

41:11

Hearing footsteps behind him, Bronx ducks down and as he does, Adrian Tanner runs right past him, missing a clothesline attempt from behind. Standing upright, Bronx then raises his arm and points the finger gun to the back of Tanner’s head before firing off a shot. He then wraps both arms around Adrian’s waist and lifts him off his feet, falling backwards and dropping him on his head with a German suplex. Pushing himself up, Bronx looks down at Tanner rolling back and forth in pain. Out of nowhere, Dakota grabs Bronx’s shoulder and spins him around. Lifting Bronx onto his shoulders, Dakota then slams him to the mat with a twisting Samoan drop!

JOHNSON: ”Dakota got him with the Dovah Death Drop!”

VASSA: ”Down goes the champ!”

Crawling over Bronx, Dakota goes for the pin as the official follows with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

DAKOTA SMITH

2

JOHNSON: ”There’s a second score for The Butcher!”

VASSA: ”Dakota goes one up on Cashe and Tanner, and two up on the champ!”

Standing back to his feet, Dakota walks over to Adrian and pulls him up to his as well. He then grabs him underneath the arms before driving him backwards across the ring and slamming him into the nearest corner. Lowering his stance, Dakota begins throwing monstrous lefts and rights into Adrian’s ribcage. He then stands straight up and transitions his attack to knife edge chops across Adrian’s chest. Drawing his right arm back, Dakota then slams it forward and clocks Adrian upside the head.

Reaching forward with both arms, Adrian grabs onto Dakota and steps out of the corner while turning his body and slamming Dakota into it. From behind, Cashe is now back in the ring and hits Adrian in the back of the head with a stiff striking elbow!

VASSA: ”The Mark of Jason!”

Tanner’s legs give out on him but before he can fall Dakota slams both fists into his chest, knocking him backwards and into Cashe. Pushing Adrian off of him, Cashe sends him to the floor and as he looks up, Dakota is flying through the air, clearing Adrian’s body and tackling him to the ground. Cashe and Dakota roll across the ring exchanging punches with one another. Meanwhile, Bronx and Tanner slowly climb back to their feet. Looking across the ring at one another, the two lock eyes for a few moments before turning their attention to Cashe and Dakota. Rushing over to the two fighting on the mat, both Bronx and Adrian pull then two apart.

Pulling Dakota away from Cashe, Bronx then gets the attention of The Butcher. Throwing a wild, blind punch overhead, Dakota slams his fist into Bronx head, giving him enough time to quickly climb back to his feet. Across the ring, Cashe is back up to his feet as him and both Tanner beat the hell out of one another. Punch after punch, the two receive them from the other while delivering theirs as well. Slowly, they work their way towards the ropes until Adrian dodges a fatal blow to the temple. Grabbing onto Dakota, Tanner locks up with him and before either can make their next move, Dakota it right there crashing into them with a double clothesline, splitting them.

Both Cashe and Tanner go up and over the top rope. Hitting the apron, Cashe bounces off before falling to the floor. Grabbing onto the ropes, Tanner uses them to guide his fall as he lands on the apron. Reaching through the ropes, Dakota then drags Adrian back into the ring before pulling him up to his feet. Joining in, Bronx teams up with Dakota as the two begin striking Tanner from all angles.

VASSA: ”Cashe is back on the outside and Adrian is now the full focal point of an assault at the hands of both Dakota and Bronx.”

JOHNSON: ”There isn’t much he can do with this double team assault. He needs to find a small opening and take it.”

30:30

Dakota and Bronx send Adrian to the ropes, he comes back at them and Dakota flapjacks Adrian against the top rope. Adrian stumbles backwards holding his throat and gasping for air. The referee goes to check on him but he shoves the ref back. Dakota and Bronx both rush Adrian together looking for a double clothesline but Adrian DUCKS! He is saved from the attack, but the referee is not so lucky.

JOHNSON: ”Oh my god! They took out the referee!”

VASSA: ”Oh noes! What shenanigans will take place now?”

Adrian having a rush of momentum elbows first Dakota than Bronx hard in the side of the head. He grabs Bronx by the hair and tosses him over the ropes to the apron. As Bronx gets to his feet Adrian hits him with a dropkick that sends him flying off the apron into the barricade. Bronx’s head hits first.

JOHNSON: ”Tanner is back in this!”

VASSA: ”Not for long!”

The Butcher stands behind Adrian, holding his cheek and watching him hit Bronx off the apron, staring daggers at Adrian’s back the entire time. As Adrian turns around Dakota rushes him and pops him with a receipt elbow that rocks Tanner backwards. Dakota isn’t finished as he pops him again in the face, this time with a spinning backfist, then grabs Adrian and plants him with a snap powerbomb!

JOHNSON: ”Dakota in firm control of the match now. Can he take back his heart?”

VASSA: ”For the sake of 4CW we better hope not.”

JOHNSON: ”Wait, what the hell is that?”

VASSA: ”What the hell is what!?”

The crowd starts rumbling as Dakota pulls Adrian up again. Boos start raining down, but not at Dakota.

JOHNSON: ”EVIL! Johnny Evil is here!”

VASSA: ”I knew that loser Tanner couldn’t do things on his own.”

From the crowd, Johnny Evil storms over the barricade, pointing at Dakota.

JOHNSON: ”Please, you don’t know that’s the case. I’m sure Tanner wants him out here as much as we do – which is to say not at all.”

He charges into the ring right as Dakota is about to hit Adrian with a swinging neckbreaker, slamming into Dakota with all his weight stopping the hold. He notices the ref starting to get to his feet so he grabs Dakota by the hair and throws him into the ref, cracking their skulls together and sending the ref back down.

Dakota tries to fight back but Evil kicks him square in the nuts, then plants him with a double underhook flip piledriver!

JOHNSON: ”JE Driver to Dakota!”

VASSA: ”Get this punk outta here, already! He’s ruining a great match!”

JOHNSON: ”Your wish might be about to be granted, Tanner is almost to his feet.”

Adrian uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Turning towards Evil, he doesn’t look happy to see his partner out here. Evil is about to hit the Fall from Shangri-la on Dakota when Adrian power walks over to him and rips him away.

JOHNSON: ”Here we go!”

VASSA: ”Good, kick his ass to the curb where he belongs!”

Tanner and Evil get into a loud argument. Evil motioning to Dakota and shouting ‘I’m trying to help you, asshole!’ among other things, Tanner firing back with ‘not this way!’ Evil shoves Tanner once, Tanner shoves Evil back. They both get face to face shouting obscenities at each other. Dakota Smith gets back to his feet, sees the two arguing and charges in.

And eats stereo superkicks.

JOHNSON: ”WHAT?”

VASSA: ”WHAT?”

JOHNSON: ”Surely that was just- instinct, right?”

VASSA: ”Right. Of course.”

Evil and Tanner glance between each other and Dakota, both in shock. Evil shrugs and goes to grab Dakota, but Tanner stops him again, restarting the shouting match until- Dakota climbs to his knees.

At which point Adrian turns, smirks, and superkicks Dakota right between the eyes! Dakota goes down. Tanner looks out at the crowd, looks back at Evil, and they high five.

JOHNSON: ”WHAT!?”

VASSA: ”WHAT THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING AT!???”

Together, united as one, the Asshole Antagonists jump Dakota, with stomps and punches. They drag him to his feet and Evil hits him with the Fall from Shangri-la, Tanner doing the finger gun as Dakota’s body hits the mat.

JOHNSON: ”I- I can’t believe this? Is this real life?”

VASSA: ”Or is this just fantasy?”

JOHNSON: ”Not now, Vinny. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. After months of the two being at odds, Adrian Tanner has turned to the darkside and the AA stand a united front!”

VASSA: ”What the fuck, Tanner? Just- what the fuck!?”

Cashe, waiting for his opportunity to strike, does so jumping Evil from behind. But Tanner is right there, fighting him off. They both kick Cashe in the gut then Tanner spins out into a Revolver!

Evil backs up to the other side of the ring, as Adrian climbs to his feet with Cashe. He lifts Cashe into a wheelbarrow and throws him down right as Evil charges in with a running lungblower.

JOHNSON: ”PNEUMOTHORAX FROM THE AA TO CASHE! “

VASSA: ”I CANT BELIEVE THIS, WHAT IS THIS SHIT? WHY ARE THEY WORKING TOGETHER???”

Bronx crawls back into the ring, only to eat a double superkick of his own. The AA go to pick him up but a half dozen referees and security suddenly charge the ring, getting between them and the three other competitors.

JOHNSON: ”Finally, some goddamn order back in this thing. “

VASSA: ”It’s about time. Disqualify them both!”

Evil looks at the security, then at the other three men and grins. The AA share a nod and Evil slides under the ropes away from the security. He walks over to the announce table and threatens to jump them, shouting ‘boo!’ at the fake, laughing as he climbs over the barricade and leaves the way he came in.

The official gets to his feet, looking at the carnage in confusion. He looks at Adrian, who just shrugs with his own grin as the other security guards and refs leave so the match can continue.

JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe they’re letting the match continue after that.”

VASSA: ”We gotta have a winner, Steve!”

With everyone down, Tanner drops to his knees and covers the closest person – Dakota Smith.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

ADRIAN TANNER JR.

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JOHNSON: ”Adrian just tied things up with Dakota by scoring a pin over the man himself.”

VASSA: ”They’re tied in the lead at two a piece. Trailing behind is Cashe with one and still, Bronx sitting on a goose egg.”

19:49

Across the ring, Cashe and Bronx slowly climb to their feet, unnoticed by Tanner. Standing at the same time, the two look at each other before Cashe charges towards him with a slight limp. Taking a swing for Bronx’s face, Cashe misses with the haymaker, stepping past Bronx in the process. Grabbing onto Cashe’s shoulder, Bronx spins him around and then kicks his foot up at Cashe’s stomach. Shockingly, Cashe catches Bronx’s foot in mid-air. Holding it for a moment, Cashe then throws it to the side, forcing Bronx to spin in place on his pivot foot. Jumping up and slightly turning his body, Cashe grabs onto Bronx’s head and drops him to the mat with a back to back cutter!

VASSA: ”LIGHT OUT BABY!!!”

JOHNSON: ”UIT BY CASHE!!! UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!”

Rolling over and covering Bronx, Cashe hooks his leg as the official drops beside them with the count.

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TWO

Racing from across the ring, Tanner leaps forward with a double axe-handle.

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THREE!!!

Just as the officials hand slaps the mat, Tanner hits Cashe in the back of the head with the double axe-handle.

JASON CASHE

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VASSA: ”Cashe evens the score!”

JOHNSON: ”We’re sitting at a three way tie folks with just under twenty minutes to go.”

VASSA: ”Dakota, Adrian, and Cashe all have two scores and Bronx has yet to even get a single fall in his favor.”

JOHNSON: ”Things are looking pretty rough for the 4CW Champion tonight.”

Pissed that he was unable to break up the pin, Tanner begins laying into the back of Cashe’s head with rapid rights and lefts. He then reaches around his head and digs fingers into each of Cashe’s eyes before standing to his feet and pulling Cashe up. Turning Cashe around, Tanner hits him with back to back knife-edge chops across the chest. Turning to the ropes, Tanner leaps forward and plants both feet on the middle one. He then springboards off and rotates in mid-air, kicking his foot forward, he aims for Cashe’s throat but gets his leg caught instead. Turning his body, Cashe slams Tanner down to his back in a fluid motion.

Standing back up, Cashe is then attacked from behind as Dakota rushes in on him. Elbow after elbow, Dakota hits Cashe in the back of the head before attempting to lock in a half nelson. Throwing an elbow of his own back, Cashe hits Dakota on the bridge of his nose, nearly bringing tears to The Butcher’s eyes. Running to the ropes, Cashe comes back on the rebound and hits Dakota with a running clothesline, knocking him to his back. The two climb back to their feet and again, Cashe runs to the ropes. Coming back a second time, Cashe hits Dakota with another clothesline, dropping to his knees again while putting Dakota on his back. The two climb back up for a third time, Cashe standing first. Cashe runs to the ropes and this time as he comes back on the rebound, he’s a little slower in stride but still manages to put Dakota down with another clothesline. Dakota refuses to stay down and slowly pushes himself back to his feet. Running past him, goes to the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, Dakota just stands and Cashe hits him with a fourth clothesline, laying him out for good.

Out of breath, Cashe can barely stand on his own two feet. Looking in front of him at Dakota and Tanner down on the mat, Cashe takes a moment to catch his breath as he bends over and places his hands on his knees. Crawling in behind him, Bronx reaches up and pulls him down to the mat, pinning his shoulders down with a roll up. Racing over, the official slides in beside them and begins the count.

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THREE!!!

BRONX VALESCENCE

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VASSA: ”The 4CW Champion is on the board!”

JOHNSON: ”Cashe wore himself out with that series of clotheslines on Dakota. It worked in Bronx’s favor though as he was able to capitalize on a winded Jason Cashe.”

12:44

On his feet, Bronx is then rushed by Tanner. Catching him off guard, Tanner kicks Bronx in the ribs and then lifts him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Slipping out of his hold, Bronx drops down to his feet behind Tanner. Instantly, Tanner spins around with an elbow aimed at Bronx’s head. Ducking down, Bronx counters with a swift jab to the stomach, forcing Tanner to buckle over in the process. Standing tall, Bronx then wraps his arm around Tanner’s head before hooking his leg. Lifting Tanner into the air upside down, Bronx drops him directly on his head with a fisherman’s brainbuster.

As Bronx stands, Dakota tackles him from the side, pushing him across the ring and slamming him into the corner. Swinging with powerful rights, Dakota bashes Bronx’s skull over and over before pulling him away from the corner. Stepping in behind Bronx, Dakota then wraps him up and lifts him up and over, slamming him against the corner with a German suplex. Bronx drops to the mat on his head as his legs fall over him and his body folds in half.

Racing in from behind, Cashe hits Dakota over the back with gorilla style fists. Grabbing Dakota’s head with one hand and placing his hand on his shoulder, Cashe pushes Dakota’s head in the opposite direction of his hand before leaning in and biting down on Dakota’s shoulder! Dakota moans in agony as Cashe sinks his teeth in. Pulling his mouth away from Dakota’s shoulder, blood is then seen trickling from his flesh and smeared over Cashe’s face. Cashe then draws back and hits Dakota in the back of the head with an elbow, sending The Butcher through the middle and top ropes and onto the apron.

Cashe then reaches over the top rope and grabs Dakota, pulling him up to his feet on the apron. Gripping tightly onto the middle rope, Dakota then pulls himself through the ropes and drives his shoulder into Cashe’s stomach. Popping back up, Dakota pulls Cashe in and wraps his arm around his head before reaching over with his other arm and grabbing the back of Cashe’s pants. Lifting Cashe up and over the top rope, Dakota turns to the side and drops back first to the apron while dropping Cashe to the outside floor with a suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Cashe just can’t seem to catch a break. For some reason they just don’t want him in the ring tonight!”

VASSA: ”He’s a three time 4CW Champion, he’s the last person they want in the ring with anyone else where he can secure a pinfall.”

08:10

Slowly, Bronx pulls himself up to his feet. Looking over the ropes, he spots Dakota looking back to the outside at Cashe on the floor. He then places a hand on Dakota’s shoulder but as he does, Dakota whips around and clocks Bronx with a haymaker to the dome. Dakota then pulls Bronx in close and just as he did to Cashe, Dakota does the same to him. Hooking his arm around Bronx’s head and grabbing the back of his pants, Dakota then lifts Bronx up and over the top rope. Slipping out of Dakota’s hold, Bronx grabs onto the top rope and uses it to guide him as he lands feet down to the apron.

Throwing an elbow up and to the side, Bronx clips Dakota in the ear with it. He then grabs Dakota’s head and turns him around before jumping down from the apron. Pulling Dakota down with him, Bronx slams Dakota’s face down onto the apron. Bouncing off, Dakota stumbles backwards until tripping over Cashe on the outside. Climbing back onto the apron, Bronx looks across the ring as Tanner begins running towards him. Grabbing the top rope, Bronx uses it to pull himself up into the air as he jumps. Planting both feet onto the top rope, Bronx then springboards off and flies over Tanner’s head as he passes underneath. Tanner then hits the ropes and right after so does Bronx. Running towards each other, Bronx then leaps forward and locks his arm around Tanner’s head. Flipping through the air, he turns Tanner over as well, planting his head into the mat with a running front flip DDT!

JOHNSON: ”VALESCENCE’S VICTORY!!!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

“Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit!”

Rolling over and covering Tanner, Bronx has him pinned down shoulders to the canvas as the official races in beside them.

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THREE!!!

BRONX VALESCENCE

2

VASSA: ”BRONX TIES IT UP!!!”

JOHNSON: ”We’re at a four way tie ladies and gentlemen and there’s still just under six minutes left in this match!”

VASSA: ”The game has been reset at this point. Everyone is on equal footing and it’s the fourth quarter!”

05:44

Leaning forward to an upright position. Brushing the hair from out of his face, he looks over the ring for a moment while catching his breath. Sliding into the ring, Dakota rushes in from behind him and hits him in the back with a running dropkick. Rolling over frontwards, Bronx moans loudly as Dakota slowly climbs back to his feet. Stepping in beside the 4CW Champion, Dakota looks down at him before yelling madly.

SMITH: ”GUVE ME BACK MY FUCKING HEART YOU MAGGOT!!!”

Dakota then begins kicking Bronx in the ribs over and over until eventually rolling him over to his back. Reaching down, he wraps his hand around Bronx’s throat before lifting him up from the mat. Lifting him even higher into the air, Dakota then throws Bronx back down to the canvas with a chokeslam! Sliding into the ring, Cashe pops up to his feet and then rushes in behind Dakota, leaping forward and turning himself in to a missile as he dives head first into Dakota’s lower back. Falling forward, Dakota grabs onto the ropes, barely holding himself up from falling to the mat.

Looking down to Tanner, Cashe pulls him up from the mat before dragging him across the ring. Throwing him backwards as hard as he can, Cashe sends him crashing into the corner. Cashe then takes a few steps backwards before roaring loudly and charging straight ahead at Tanner. Dropping his shoulder, Cashe thrusts himself forward, spearing himself into Tanner and sandwiching him against the corner. Standing straight up, Cashe then lifts Tanner up and sits him on top of the corner.

Climbing the corner, Cashe stands on the middle rope before holding Tanner’s head in place with his left hand and swinging with his right. Raining down on Tanner with punches, the crowd begins to count along as each one connects.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Sev–“

Throwing his arm into the air, Tanner manages to block Cashe’s seventh punch. He then swings up and connects with a uppercut to Cashe’s chin! Losing his balance, Cashe’s arms start waving wildly and just as he falls back, Tanner reaches forward and grabs a handful of his beard. Cashe’s backwards movement comes to a dead stop as Tanner keeps him from falling to the mat using only his beard. Pulling Cashe in, Tanner then wraps him in a familiar looking position.

VASSA: ”Oh fuck is this what I think it is?!”

JOHNSON: ”It appears he’s going for The Revolver but from that position, the only way he’s going to pull it off is if he drops Cashe to the outside of the ring.”

VASSA: ”You either go big or you go home!”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah, but a move like that will not only hurt Cashe but Tanner can take himself out of the match as well.”

Cashe then begins throwing elbows into the side of Tanner’s head before he can execute The Revolver. After three in a row, Cashe then throws his hardest and drives his elbow into Tanner’s ear! Ripping himself away from Tanner’s arms, Cashe then ducks down while stepping up to the top rope and underneath Tanner’s arm. Stepping behind Tanner, Cashe then reaches up and locks onto his head with both hands before leaping forward from the corner and pulling Tanner along for the ride.

VASSA: ”HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD NO!!!”

The two take flight taking off from the top of the corner and flying through the air towards the front row. Movements then seem to turn into slow motion as the two take flight. As the standing crowd watches in suspense, the entire arena then goes silent as gravity begins to pull both Cashe and Adrian down. Falling back to Earth, slow motion speeds back up to normal time as the two come inches closer to their deaths. Finally reaching the floor, Cashe drops Tanner across the ringside steps with a back to back cutter, while also catching the back of his head on the corner of the bottom step.

VASSA: ”FFFUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!”

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

JOHNSON: ”Jason Cashe just laid Adrian across the steps with a UTI from the top of the corner.”

VASSA: ”That’s a long goddamn fall from up there! I think Cashe may have killed himself!”

JOHNSON: ”He caught his head on that bottom step and as of this very moment, neither man is showing any signs of life at ringside.”

01:55

The entire arena goes into shock at what they just witnessed. It’s a mixed reaction amongst the faces. Some look on is horror as others scream for more as if witnessing gladiators kill each other.

The camera angle then cuts back to the inside of the ring where Bronx is seen crawling on all fours while Dakota slowly walks beside him, slapping him in the back of the head.

SMITH: ”MY HEART MAGGOT!!!”

Kicking Bronx in the stomach, Dakota lifts him up from all fours and flips him over to his back. Dropping down to one knee, Dakota then slams his hand onto Bronx’s chest, digging his fingers into his flesh where his heart is. Reaching up with both hands, Bronx grips them tightly around Dakota’s forearm and fights for life to rip his hand away from his flesh. Not easing up, Dakota digs his fingers deeper and deeper into Bronx’s flesh.

SMITH: ”GIVE ME MY HEART OR I’M GOING TO TAKE YOURS RIGHT HERE!!!”

01:00

JOHNSON: ”We’re closing in on just one minute left!”

Growling, Dakota then wraps both hands around Bronx’s throat before standing to his feet and jerking the champ up to his. The camera zooms onto Bronx’s chest where small lacerations in his skin are seen from Dakota’s fingernails digging into him.

SMITH: ”GIVE IT TO ME!!!”

Drawing back with his fight, Dakota then swings for the fences, connecting with a vicious punch that rings Bronx’s bell. Dakota then forces his head down to his side and wraps an arm around it. Hooking Bronx’s leg with his other, Dakota looks over the crowd for a short moment before licking his lips.

VASSA: ”This doesn’t look good at all for Bronx.”

JOHNSON: ”Dakota has him right where he wants him – Deadman Wonderland!”

Lifting Bronx into the air upside down, Dakota then transitions the fisherman’s suplex into a sit-out spinebuster. In a last ditch effort of desperation, Bronx hooks his arm around Dakota’s head and as The Butcher slams him down, Bronx drives Dakota’s head into the canvas with a DDT!

JOHNSON: ”BRONX REVERSED IT!!!”

VASSA: ”Holy fucking hell!”

00:18

Fighting up to his feet, Bronx climbs up to the top of the corner with ten seconds left on the clock. Not wasting anytime with his sunglasses, the champ goes right to it before leaping from the top and coming down across Dakota with a diving corkscrew moonsault!

JOHNSON: ”True Light’s Flight!”

VASSA: ”HURRY UP AND PIN HIM!!!”

00:05

Hooking Dakota’s leg, the official then drops in beside the two as Bronx has him down for the pin.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

00:01

BRONX VALESCENCE

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00:00

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

VASSA: ”Bronx wins it! Bronx wins it!”

JOHNSON: ”The champ retains in what is arguably the toughest match for any 4CW Championship bout.”

“Stranger Things” hits the speakers as Bronx rolls over to his back, looking up at the lights. Unable to get to his feet, he stays down, catching his breath as the official is handed the championship from the outside ringside crew member. Kneeling beside Bronx, the official hands him the championship and raises one of his arms into the air.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and STILL 4CW Champion… BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

Pulling his arm away from the official, Bronx clutches the championship against his chest with both arms as the entire T-Mobile Arena bursts with cheers.

“Bron-xy V! … Bron-xy V! … Bron-xy V! … Bron-xy V! … Bron-xy V!”

JOHNSON: ”There you have it folks, that concludes our programming for the night.”

VASSA: ”This was one hell of an evening full of twists, turns, and surprises from start to finish.”

JOHNSON: ”As always, 4CW goes big at Ante Up and this year was no different.”

VASSA: ”Up next, we have Bad Company to look forward to!”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed we do, Vinny, indeed we do.”

Coming down to ringside, medical staff races onto the scene to assist with Jason Cashe and Adrian Tanner Jr. on the outside still in the same spots they’ve been since the crash landing moments earlier. Back in the ring, Bronx continues to hold the championship to his chest as Dakota lays motionless beside him.

JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now for the 4CW Frenzy when we kick off the global tour and head down to Mexico!”

VASSA: ”I can’t wait to get a stomach virus while we’re down there!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure you can’t!”

VASSA: ”It’s been a pleasure folks.”

JOHNSON: ”From 4CW and the gang, I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! See you at the donkey show! Good night!”