After having a rough night two weeks prior, Seth Daniels gave the fans something to cheer for in our pre-show match of the evening. Going up against not one, but two men, Seth made it seem like a walk in the park as he dominated the match from start to finish. Mid match you would have thought this was main eventing the largest pay-per-view ever judging by the noise level in the arena. One after another, Seth put on a suplex clinic as he went back and forth between Deuce and Wolfe, putting each man back down to the mat as they stood to their feet. After pounding into Deuce’s skull with ten punches from overhead in the corner, Seth set the building on fire as he leaped backwards, completely turned in the opposite direction, and wiped out Wolfe with a flying crossbody. With Wolfe down, Seth stood back to his feet only to notice Deuce stumbling out of the corner in a daze. Whipping around, Seth swept in flawlessly before taking Deuce’s head off with a superkick! It was Lights Out at that point as he covered Deuce and put him away officially with the one, two, and three!
WINNER: Seth Daniels (6:59)

The sounds of an engine revving fill the arena as “1000hp” by Godsmack begins playing. After the opening drums sound, fireworks explode on the main stage as the guitars begin to roar throughout the building. The big night for Octane has finally arrived as we’re just moments away from kicking things off for its very first pay-per-view, Emergence. Scanning the crowd, the camera zooms onto various signs held throughout the sea of people.

The picture cuts to a shot from ringside and directly ahead, front and center, is the announcers booth.
CAMPBELL: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to 4CW Octane’s first pay-per-view – OCTANE!!!”
TAYLOR: ”Hello everyone!”
LAWSON: ”Evening folks!”
CAMPBELL: ”We have an action packed night ahead full of mayhem, dysfunction, handicaps, and the crowning of 4CW’s first Octane Champion.”
LAWSON: ”Ever since the first episode of Octane, we have been building towards this night crowning out first champion. After weeks of fatal fourways singles matches, we finally have our two competitors who will battle it out in our main event to decide who will be the Octane Champion.”
TAYLOR: ”Caroline Burchill earned her spot in the championship match first, weeks prior to Vossler who earned his place just two weeks ago.”
CAMPBELL: ”I’m excited to see what these two have to offer later tonight. Caroline is no longer undefeated as of last week and Vossler, well he’s been on quite a tear as of late.”
TAYLOR: ”With everyone who was involved in the tournament and the multiple rounds we witnessed, I can’t think of two other people more deserving than these two.”
LAWSON: ”This main event is truly the best of the best Octane has to offer.”
CAMPBELL: ”And before the main event, we have some rather off tag team pairings.”
LAWSON: ”These matches are exactly as the name states – DYSFUNCTIONAL!!!”
TAYLOR: ”What starts out as a tag match could end as a singles match between two members of the same team if they aren’t eliminated. It’s literally every man, and woman, for themselves despite the tag team term being attached to it.”
CAMPBELL: ”Other than that, we have another Ten Minutes of Mayhem Match to kick things off along with a Handicap Match later in the evening. We’re going to go backstage momentarily and when we return, we’ll start things off with Ten Minutes of Mayhem!”
LAWSON: ”We’ll be right back, folks.”
TAYLOR: ”Sit tight!”

We cut backstage to show a banner for Emergence. Sativa then slides into the frame from the left hand side of the scene. The crowd out in the arena goes wild as she appears on the screen. She smiles and rubs her hands together.
NEVAEH: ”Here we are 4CW. Octane’s first big event, Emergence. A big night to be sure. But it isn’t what is really on the radar as of late is it? Sure this is impressive but we are all focused on Bad Company and it’s qualifiers.”
The sound of the crowd popping at the mention of Bad Company can be hear backstage.
NEVAEH: ”Like last year I will be participating in it. The difference this year is I have a better partner. Far better than that worthless mongoloid I had before. But that was last year. This year is gonna be the one where I become a 2 time 4CW Tag Team Champion. Purple Haze are the next Tag Team Champions. You can put money on that.”
Sativa smirks and chuckles slightly.
NEVAEH: ”But there is that little problem of this cluster fuck of a match tonight. Later on myself and Niobe have to team up, and possibly face off again, against Amirai and Lilin. Someone I haven’t been in the ring with and the bitch I beat last Octane. Like I said in my little promo video, Amirai is the only real wild card in this match. The only one that I don’t know what to expect from. But, if I’m being honest, that really doesn’t matter.”
Sativa’s seriousness starts to show.
NEVAEH: ”I’ve beaten both Niobe and Lilin in singles matches. They are literally a non-factor. So, Amirai, what are you going to do to pull off a win? Because, it really just is a match between us. That is, unless, you shit the bed, so to speak. It could boil down to me and Niobe, who fucking knows? But I am damn sure it is gonna be me walking out of there the winner. I don’t give a fuck about any of you. You are just fodder for me on the path I walk.”
Another smirk creeps onto Sativa’s face.
NEVAEH: ”Tonight, you three are about to Get Fucked.”
The crowd pops as Sativa walks out of frame.


“I’m your favorite drug!
Your favorite drug!
Just one hit is never enough!”

Your Favorite Drug by Porcelain Black blasted through the cleverly placed speakers throughout the arena. Emerging from behind those black curtains, “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux rushed out onto the top of the entrance stage, throwing his arms into the air as the crowd provided that mixed reaction.
POWERS: “On his way to the ring..hailing from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON… He is YOUR Favorite Drug… XAVIER LLAARROOUUXX!!!”
That oh so arrogant smirk plastered across the face of Laroux as he began his descent down that ramp. Slapping hands with whoever wanted to along the way down, Laroux stopped once he reached the end of that ramp. His gaze fixated upon that ring in front of him, Laroux ran forward only to slide in under the bottom set of ropes.
Popping up to his feet, he threw his arms into the air, yelling out loudly. Backing into the corner, Laroux peeled off that white tank top, pitching it off to the side as he began to throw his right knee up, limbering himself up for the task at hand.
CAMPBELL: ”Here in 4CW it’s a pretty big claim to call yourself a persons favorite drug. Our roster has more experience with drugs than a damn pharmaceutical company.”
LAWSON: ”We don’t really mention that on Octane, Chris. That’s more of a Adrenaline thing.”
TAYLOR: ”Yeah, here on Octane we have Harry Potter and toothless Hillbillies running around. And after a tough showing in the first qualifier for Bad Company, Xavier Laroux will be looking to distinguish himself from the pack at our very first Supershow.”
The sound of gunshots popping off fill the arena, followed by the wailing of police sirens. The sound of tires screeching and car doors opening and slamming fills the arena, followed by the opening marching cadence of “Jesus Walks” by Kanye West.
POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, hailing from Charm City, Maryland… Weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, and standing at six foot three inches, it’s AMANI MMSSHHAAMMBBUULLIIAAJJII!!!”
Amani steps out onto the entrance ramp, puts his hands together in the prayer pose he’s known for, then makes his way down to the ring. He makes his way up to the apron, ducks underneath the top rope, then makes the same prayer pose.
TAYLOR: ”While Xavier had a tough go of things in the Bad Company qualifiers, Amani had a solid showing two weeks ago on Octane. Can he keep up the momentum tonight?”
LAWSON: ”He’s got a tough road ahead of him. Even with the travel schedule that Xavier keeps he’s still one of the more well respected wrestlers in the world.”
CAMPBELL: ”Have you seen Phoenix? I’d spend 16 hours a day on a plane to be inside of her too. Hell, I’d go through that AND ten minutes of mayhem for a slice of that pie. Just like these two men are about to. Well, maybe not for a slice of Phe. But you know what I mean.”

Beginning of the Match: The match begins quickly with Xavier avoiding a strike from Amani and then working him into a side headlock, torquing on it momentarily before bringing his knee up rapidly, over and over, into the ribs of his opponent. Using leverage, Xavier was able then to toss Amani down to the mat, keeping the headlock locked in for a few more moments, driving knees into Mshambuliaji’s ribs once more. Hooking the leg, Xavier goes for a quick pin but Amani kicks out and rolls back to his feet, but the damage is clearly done to his ribs. Once more Xavier shows his aggressiveness but Amani manages to catch him, ducking under a strike and wrapping around behind Xavier, tossing him overhead with a belly to back suplex. Xavier hits the mat and rolls through, popping up to his feet as Amani climbs back to his and turns to face what he had assumed was a downed opponent. As he turns, Xavier steps towards him and cracks a super kick to Amani’s abdomen, doubling the man over. With lightning quickness, Xavier dashes towards him and connects with a running knee right to Amani’s head, dropping him down to the mat. Quickly, Xavier covers and looks at the referee imploringly who slides in for the count


TAYLOR: ”Those knees to the ribs really have to hurt. Joe, why don’t you tell us what kind of effect that will have as these ten minutes tick on.”
LAWSON: ”It’s going to make it a lot more difficult for Amani to breathe which, in turn, will lead to him tiring out quicker and being less able to avoid Xavier’s strikes.”
CAMPBELL: ”How do you spell Qua… Quag… whatever the fuck Phoenix’s last name is?”
Middle of the Match: As ten minutes ticked away to the halfway point the match continued very much as it had to start things off, with Xavier nailing knees to the ribs and strikes to the same area over and over again, and Amani finding himself very much incapable of defending against them. Any momentum that Mshambuliaji tried to muster was quickly shut down by the self proclaimed favorite drug of anyone and everyone. An irish whip into the ropes followed by a second super kick to the midsection dropped Amani down to his hands and knees, clutching at his side. Relentless, Xavier charged and blasted him with a punt kick to the side, knocking Amani over onto his back. With Mshambuliaji hurting, Xavier dropped an elbow to his abdomen, forcing Amani to roll over onto his side. Xavier then placed his foot into the middle of Amani’s back, forcing him down flat on his stomach before leaning down and grabbing his opponent by both of his wrists, pulling upward in a surfboard. With all the damage done through the match up to this point, Amani taps out to the rather basic maneuver giving Xavier a big advantage heading into the final few minutes of the match.

CAMPBELL: ”Qua…. fuck who the fuck has a retarded ass name like this? What is it, Quagmire?”
LAWSON: ”Phoenix Quagliaterre, Chris, for Christ’s sake. There’s a match going on right now could you focus.”
TAYLOR: ”A clinic is more like it, really. This has been all Xavier Laroux from the very start and it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop any time soon.”
End of the Match: With a little over two minutes left Xavier basically went into a shell, not allowing Amani to get anywhere near him. As much as the crowd was into the match early on had gotten the crowd into things, Xavier’s defense slowly sucks the life out of the energetic crowd. Apparently one of the side effects of the drug that is Xavier Laroux is drowsiness. Boo’s began to reign down upon both men as the clock hit the sixty second mark. Mocking his opponent, Xavier grabbed his own crotch and smirked, quite enjoying himself and knowing that he pretty much had the match in the bag. Though tried to press the pace of the match, Xavier was quick to duck out of the ring and spend a few moments outside of the ring to kill time. Mshambuliaji followed but as he did so Xavier continued his cat and mouse game, sliding back into the ring. As he stood he sprinted towards the far ropes. When Amani rolled himself back into the ring and stood he never saw Xavier coming at full speed back at him. NARCOTERRORISM! The bicycle knee strike catches Amani flush and drops him like a sack of potatoes. Xavier doesn’t even bother to cover him, instead moving to his own corner to lean against the turnbuckle pads and point and laugh at Amani as the ten minute timer ran out.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by a count of two falls to zero…. YOUR FAVORITE DRUG… XAVIER LLAARROOUUXX!!!”
TAYLOR: ”Truly an impressive performance by Xavier Laroux here tonight.”
LAWSON: ”And though clearly not the most popular strategy, running the clock down with a two fall lead was excellent strategy.”
CAMPBELL: ”Can’t believe a guy that literally hid for two minutes is going to get laid by a woman far more attractive than anything on the Octane roster.”
LAWSON: ”Anyway. What is next for Xavier? What is next for Amani? Only time will tell but you have to imagine, after that kind of showing, Jimmy will have a bigger challenge for Xavier in two weeks.”
TAYLOR: ”Let’s go backstage for a minute, folks. We’ll be right back.”

A black, stretch Hummer is seen pulling into the arena. Several bikini clad women are drinking Veuve Cliquot out of the bottle in the pool of the Hummer limo. Out steps Jay The Marksman Mora all suites and booted. The gold rimming on his black carrera sunglasses gleam off the lights in the backstage area as he takes a look around before beginning his walk. As he turns a corner….he stops in his tracks.
MARKSMAN: “Bryan?”
Bryan Laughlin, dragging his rolling luggage behind him, takes off his sunglasses with his other hand and lifts an eyebrow towards Jay.
LAUGHLIN: ”The fucking Marksman…”
He smiles at Jay and they each extend their arm and shake hands.
LAUGHLIN: ”Where the fuck have you been? I haven’t seen you around?”
Jay can’t believe it. His eyes opened wide.
MARKSMAN: “I heard Bryan Laughlin was on Octane…I didn’t think it was THE BL!! Holy balls. We need to party tonight after the show!”
Laughing to himself Bryans nods in agreement. Perhaps Jay had already been partying prior to the show since he ignored Bryan’s question of “where have you been?”
LAUGHLIN: “I agree, I’m always down to slam a couple back with an old friend. But uh. I have a girlfriend now.”
Marksman’s eyes widen in shock again as Bryan sheepishly shrugs.
LAUGHLIN: “She’s Irish though, she can hang.”
MARKSMAN: “The Irish always think they can hang…”
Jay casts a sly smile.
MARKSMAN: “She’s welcome B. Any guest of yours is family to me. Be in the limo after the show and we can get caught up. I’ve got some good war stories for you. It’s good to see you brother.”
Jay offers his hand for a handshake again and Bryan returns the sentiment.
LAUGHLIN: “Good to see you too, man. At least there’s one face on Octane that I trust besides the one I live with. Be safe around here. 4CW is hectic.”
Bryan walks off with his baggage leaving Marksman by his limo. Jay Mora takes another look around as Laughlin disappears and a smile crosses his face.
MARKSMAN: “Bryan fuckin’ Laughlin…who knew? I think I’m gunna like it here…”
Jay begins his walk as well as he is scheduled for a special in-ring announcement later tonight.

American Tommy is seen walking down the halls backstage at Emergence. He’s rocking the fuck out of a black suit. Like, he’s wearing that fucking suit; the suit isn’t wearing him. Anyways, looking fly as fuck in a suit, he turns and opens up a set of doors to his right. He walks through them and his eyes instantly light up.
TOMMY: “Holy shit.”
He walks into the middle of the room and here Tommy is standing in his news room. No signs, no electrical problems, 4CW trolls or anything else. Video boards are on and the crew is behind the cameras. He walks towards the wooden desk and runs his hands gently across the top. That shit is squeaky clean. He sits down in his chair starts looking around at all the beautiful people that finally have made is dream come true. Kim walks up to Tommy who can’t quit smiling.
TOMMY: “We actually did it, Kim.”
Kim smiles and nods at Tommy.
KIM: “You ready?”
Tommy looks at her and shoots her a wink. A bomb ass fucking wink like only he could.
TOMMY: “I was born ready, muggle.”
Kim counts down and the camera goes live.
TOMMY: “Hello, America. I’m Harry Potter and welcome to a 4CW edition of News for Muggles. Tonight’s story is…”
American Tommy looks down at the papers on his desk and there is nothing here. He shoots a look at Kim.
Tommy: “Where the fuck is my news?”
KIM: “That’s not our job to find…”
Kim can’t finish as a man dressed in an owl suit comes running into the room and hops on American Tommy’s table. This owl man proceeds to pretend to shit out a stack of papers and they fall onto the desk.
TOMMY: “That’s a good owl. Now, go shit in front of Walker’s office.”
American Tommy looks down at the papers and starts beaming ear to ear. He motions for Kim to come over.
TOMMY: “Put this fucking graphic up.”
Kim hurries over and grabs a piece of paper that the owl shit out and looks it over. She shakes her head and looks at Tommy.
KIM: “No.”
Kim sighs and walks over to production and hands them a piece of paper. They look it over and start giggling giving Tommy a thumbs up. Tommy nods at them and smiles. Kim turns towards Tommy and shakes her head while scratching the top of her eyebrow. Tommy grabs a piece of paper and starts jotting down some notes. He gets done and looks around beaming.
TOMMY: “I told you the news would come and boy did it ever.”
American Tommy looks for Kim who is standing next to the main camera. He raises his eyebrows and gives his head a quick nod up. Kim sighs and nods her head up and down. Tommy cracks those pearly whites of his and straightens up the papers on his desk. An image pops up on the screen behind Tommy.

TOMMY: “Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed of a scandal that is going to rock 4CW. Three of its wrestlers have a dark past that is about to get exposed. A story about three dudes and their love for dildos. Let me start from the beginning.”
American Tommy clears his throat, because that is what fucking news casters do.
TOMMY: “Dex Russey, Chanson Webster and Jeb Fisher have known each other for quite a long time. They met each other when they all showed up to the same plumber’s school off 5th street and Pine. They instantly clicked and became the best of mates.”
American Tommy rolls his eyes and continues.
TOMMY: “Sources tell me, that one day, the group went to a client’s house to unclog the toilet, because little Suzie took a big dumb and clogged the damn toilet. They get there, but they realize they didn’t have any of their tools. They walked back to Dex’s trunk and open the door. Low and behold, there is a giant black dildo sitting in the middle of it. Nothing else, just a giant black dildo. They shrugged and took it inside and jammed it in the toilet. A few jabs, because they are minute men, the clog released. They high fived and rose the dildo in the air like a trophy. It just saved their lives and instantly they realized the power of the big black dildo.”
American Tommy brushes some sweat off his eyebrow and takes a drink of water.
TOMMY: “No fucking questions asked why Dex had a giant dildo in his trunk. They all just acted like it was fucking normal. Just a dildo in the trunk. No spare tire, no jumper cables and no emergency bag. Just a giant purple dildo.”
American Tommy looks at Kim whose head is in her hands. She can’t believe she left her job for this shit and is in instant regret.
TOMMY: “From then on they used dildos for everything. They would put soap on them to reach the spots on their back that you can’t reach with just your hand. They would use a small one with a bit of an up curve to eat pudding. When they needed some extra cash, they would find some buckets and start doing some sweet street drumming using them. These three and dildos were inseparable. Like a cute little love story. Then, sadly, their fun with dildos ended when they went larping.”
American Tommy looks down at the paper to make sure he read that right.
TOMMY: “I don’t even know what larping is, but these fuckers went larping.”
Tommy stops talking and looks at Kim.
TOMMY: “What the fuck is larping?”
KIM: “It’s when nerds dress up as nerd characters and do nerd things. Well, that’s the short hand of it. Like you and Harry Potter”
American Tommy blankly stares at Kim as her joke went over his head.
TOMMY: “What does me being Harry Potter have to do with anything, KIM?”
KIM: “Nothing, Harry. Continue your news.”
American Tommy brushes her off and continues.
TOMMY: “Anyways, these nerds dress up as knights or pirates or some shit like that and they forget to make themselves some swords. They didn’t know what to do, because how can they larp as space warriors without swords? Down in the dumps they walk in their costumes to Dex’s care when Dex walks to the trunk of his car. He opens it up and pulls out 2 giant dildos and smiles. He hands one to each of them and they raise them above their heads. He then pulls out a three-headed weird looking dildo for space aliens and raises it above his head touching them all together like it was a football huddle or some shit. They break this fairy huddle and hop into Dex’s car in search of this other group of nerds.”
American Tommy looks dead panned into the camera expressionless.
TOMMY:“Dude just pulls out 2 large dildos and a fucking trident of a dildo and his buds don’t say anything? Are you fucking serious?”
American Tommy takes a drink of water and sighs.
TOMMY: “Children these days…anyways! They find this traveling nerd circus with people dressed as gay little warriors and all that shit and they pretend to fight each other. Imagine Dex, Chanson and Jeb fighting these nerds with plastic and cardboard swords while they are swinging around giant double headed dildos and some trident dildo masterpiece. Anyways, they were in Alabama and because of Anti-Obscenity Enforcement Act of 1998, being in possession of a sex toy is illegal. So, one of the nerds calls the Po Po’s and they come rolling up smelling like donuts.”
Chuckles can be heard from the staff.
TOMMY: “God damn it guys, I’m trying to deliver the news!”
A few coughs and chuckles are heard and end. Tommy continues.
TOMMY: “Cops pull up and try to tell them to holster their dildos and fold up some paper and make some swords. Chanson, being Chanson, points his dildo in the face of one of the cops and actually touches the bottom lip of the cop. Jeb and Dex’s faces drop and they immediately drop their dildos. The cops grab Chanson and slam him to the ground. As he lands on the ground the cop catches a face full of trident dildo and is infuriated. He lifts Chanson off the ground and the other cop puts cuffs on De and Jeb and throw them all into the back of the cop car.”
American Tommy raises his hands in disbelief.
TOMMY: “It’s said that all three of them had tears in the eyes as they watched themselves get driven further and further away from their prized giant dildos. They were booked for assaulting an officer with a dildo and that ladies and gentlemen is how this photo came about.”
American Tommy claps his hands together and smiles into the camera.
TOMMY: “My name is Harry Potter and this has been News for Muggles. See you soon, America.”
Kim starts counting down and yells cut. Everybody starts clapping their hands for a successful first show and Tommy is beaming with pride. Kim walks over to Tommy and he looks at her smiling.
KIM: “You know nobody is going to believe this right?”
TOMMY: “How can they not? I have a picture!”
KIM: “A photoshopped picture.”
TOMMY: “If you say so.”
American Tommy stands up and addresses the staff.
TOMMY: “Thanks everybody for this. Now get your shit and get the fuck out.”
The screen turns to black as Tommy is yelling at people and motioning for them to move faster.

We cut to the camera crew inside of Vossler’s private locker room. He’s seen seated in his ring gear alongside Alisae Nilsson, a woman training under Vossler. The crew is directly seated opposite of them as if it were a last minute decision to interview them.
HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, your tweets and messages on the website have not gone unheard. Questions have been sent in for this challenger, and Vossler has let us know he has time to answer some of them before the big match later tonight. The card for Emergence is jam-packed with electrifying matches but everyone’s eyes are locked on the title bout deciding the Octane Championship’s fate.”
Vossler and Alisae look at each other and nod, Alisae smiling while Vossler keeps his sights set back on the crew in front of them. Vos nods to them as Hartman clears his throat.
VOSSLER: “Go for it, Hartman.”
HARTMAN: “The first question was submitted to our 4CW website. This was intended for you both to answer, but I suppose we can make due with just your answer. Are you satisfied with facing Caroline Burchill in the finale of the tournament, and would you rather have faced anyone else?”
Vos pauses as he rubs his hands together.
VOSSLER: “I suppose it would’ve been a little bittersweet to face Amirai Reilley in place of Caroline Burchill. We seemed to get along albeit that she still hasn’t responded to any friendly gesture I’ve put out there. We could’ve put a definitive stamp on who the best striker is in 4 Corners. But fate wouldn’t have it that way.”
Hartman wastes little time to follow up with the next question.
HARTMAN: “Recently you’ve been spotted training with a variety of people. From Amber Ryan, to Zoe Chaos, to Mariano Fernandez… and reports have stated that you’ve now taken a young lady under your wing to prepare her for eventual in-ring competition as well. Is this true?”
ALISAE: “I can answer that.”
She looks to Voss and then back to Hartman.
ALISAE: “It’s true, Voss has been teaching me the ways of the ring. He is, in my opinion, one of the greatest strikers in the game and choosing him to be the one to train me has proven to be a very proficient choice on my part. I do hope to one day be good enough to grace the interior of the ring. Until then I will be more than happy the way things are now.”
HARTMAN: “A follow-up question to that was submitted by another user on Twitter. It asks about the relation between yourself and Vossler. Why has a man who has previously not trained any performers suddenly decided to train you?”
She looks to Voss, wondering what answer is going through his mind as she herself tries to determine the answer to the question for herself. The times together making the answer to the question swing back and forth.
ALISAE: “I would say we are friends above all else.”
VOSSLER: “I suppose that’s a good way of putting it. It’s not like I never struggled with the idea of training. Whether or not I should divert my attention from my own training and using that time to train others… would it be worth it, would it be a good pay-off… but in the end helping others is worth it, I’ve experienced.”
Vossler awaits the second question, while Alisae’s hand rests on his knee. Vossler’s own hand touches her wrist and squeezes it for a moment noticeably. Possibly for confirmation.
HARTMAN: “The bookmakers have written down this match for a 50/50. Yourself and Caroline have an even split in terms of bookmaking. To the point where even those placing bets are split down the middle. Do you feel this is appropriate? And because she’s answering as well, does Alisae think it is appropriate?”
Vossler glances over at Alisae next to him before turning back to Hartman.
VOSSLER: “I think it is not appropriate. I think people have been ignoring the obvious facts for far too long. I am superior, I am the best that Octane has had to offer. I have not been pinned or made to submit. I am here at the top with a single blemish, which was not on my own accord.”
ALISAE: “I am aware anything can happen inside that ring, and I am also aware of the talent and abilities of Voss and Caroline, so with knowing these facts, my money is on Voss all the way. He has proven to be one of the best Four Corners has.”
VOSSLER: “Exactly. Numbers do not lie. I’ll give you two more questions, Hartman.”
Hartman pauses for a moment, then sorts through a few papers in his hands. Several drop to the floor much to the amusement of the audience as he finally has one last note in his hand.
HARTMAN: “Right… Should you win here tonight, who do you expect to have to defend it to for your first defense?”
VOSSLER: “I do not know and I do not know how to answer that. Anyone can step up to the plate suddenly. And anyone can suddenly become a contender for that championship belt. Originally, people thought I was a certified loss in this tournament and yet here I stand, undefeated logically. Tornado is a good example of people rising up suddenly. After all, he beat the guaranteed #1 contender in a singles match… poor girl. I can only imagine how Caroline felt after that loss.”
Vossler smirks to the camera pointed at himself and Alisae before winking to it, mocking Caroline.
HARTMAN: “And finally… could you please ask that man from the last show to… y’know. Not threaten me with a lead pipe again? That was a little uncomfortable…”
Vossler chuckles momentarily before nodding.
VOSSLER: “Don’t worry, Hartman. I’ll make sure of it. After tonight… no one has anything to worry about anymore from those mobster wannabes.Tonight is the final chapter to that story… And I will be the one marking it off with ‘Fin’.”
And with that, Hartman is seen shaking Vossler’s hand while leaning in. We return back to ringside for the next match on the card.

Searching the backstage area of Cabarrus Arena was Jeb Fisher, his eyes had a worry to them, as he scanned each and every area he passed through. He sniffed the air and tried to listen closely to his surroundings, as if trying to pinpoint where someone or something was. Jeb continues to walk down a corridor, stopping only for a few seconds here and there to open up doors and look inside them. As the beefed up man gets to the end of the corridor he stops once again, placing his hands on his hips he lets out a sigh that sounds more aggravated than concerned.
J. FISHER: ”Where in the hell are you Bob?”
Jeb runs his hand hand through his short dirty blond hair, flicking away some sweat as he bites down on his lower lip – still trying to figure out what to do next.
J. FISHER: ”I swear to christ, if they have done anything to you – i’ll eat their goddamn faces off. ”
The young man’s words gradually turns into mumbles as he starts up his search again, this time he was more wild and unstable in his searching. Calling out Bob’s name and looking in every nook and cranny along the way. After a few more minutes he still had not found Bob. This led Jeb’s concern to turn into anger, his nose scrunching up and his lips almost twisting in a very volatile manor. Which was very unfortunate for the man who came face to face with Jeb.
Gabriel Hartman was just rushing around backstage, trying to get to his next interview with he ran smack dab into the barreled chest of Jeb Fisher. The impact was so great that Gabe was left lying on his ass, looking up at the rather pissed off figure. Without missing a single beat the enraged Jeb picked Hartman up by his shirt collar, lifting him off of the ground and slammed his back up against the arena wall.
Spit flew out of Jeb’s mouth and onto Gabe’s face with every word the barbaric one shouted. Gabe was scared and confused, the look on his face constantly changing as he tried to process this sudden surge of emotion.
HARTMAN: ”I..I..Wha?”

Jeb slaps the piss out of Hartman’s mouth, before shoving his pointer finger into the man’s face – almost up his nostril.
J. FISHER: ”Don’t you dare lie to me, you bug eyed piece of shit. I haven’t seen him since we arrived here… I know you got the hook up with these fish around here… WHAT! DO! YOU! KNOW! GABE! ”
Jeb viciously strikes the wall as Gabe lets out the most pathetic whimper in fear. He points down the hallway, and with a tear almost rolling down his eye he says.
HARTMAN: ”O..O…Over… There.”
Hartman had no idea where Jeb was, but he wasn’t a dumb man. So he was willing to say anything if it got the silver back that is Jeb Fisher off of him. Jeb threw Hartman down to the ground, and like a man on a warpath shot off in the direction in which Hartman had pointed. Like a bloodhound sniffing a scent, Jeb looks thoroughly for his step-father. But after sometime it becomes apparent to Jeb that he had been tricked, and Hartman had no idea where Bob was. Just as Jeb was about to give up hope and go out to that ring alone for the first time he hears a strange noise.
The sound was similar to that in which you’d find in a nursing home. The moans and groans of an elderly who has fallen and can’t get up. The anger from Jeb’s face returned to concern as he tracked down the source of the noise. Coming to a door that was cracked open. Slowly, almost hesitantly Jeb reaches out and pushes the door open.
Standing in the room, with his pants and soiled tighty-whities around his ankles was Bob Fisher. His hairy, sagging ass out in plain view for the whole world to see. His hands were on his hips, and in front of him on their knees was a rather ancient looking women. She gets startled by Jeb and fell backwards, quickly grabbing for her teeth which were laying on the floor next to Bob’s pants.
It took a few moments for Bob to realize that Jeb was in the room. With great haste the old man bends over giving the world a view that no one should have. He pulls his pants up and limps to turn himself around.
B. FISHER: ”What in good god boy are you doin’? Don’t you knock you little piece of shit.”
J. FISHER: ”We have things to do Bob! And here I find you getting your cock sucked by the golden girl? What is your problem, you sick old fuck.”
Bob scoffs at the remark that he was doing anything wrong.
B. FISHER: ”Oh yeah, like you’d do it any different. Get the hell out here Jebediah. I’ll come find you when i’m done..”
Jeb shakes his head with a great look of disgust on his rough and ragged face.
J. FISHER: ”Nasty ass…Whatever pops…You give her that clotted cream that is your rancid cum.”
The barbaric one looked as if he was about to be sick as he turned his back on his father and walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open to the great displeasure of Bob.


POWERS: ”The following match will be under the Tag Team Dysfunction rules!”
Lights go out as “Heathens” by Twenty-one Pilots plays throughout the arena. The crowd cheers as they pull out their phones and start waving them in a up and down motion rocking out like they are at a concert.
At the forty-two second mark there is a loud explosion. The lights come back on as the crowd continues to rock out.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring. Standing at six-foot four inches, Two-hundred and forty-five pounds “The Average Man” JOHN GGAABBRRIIEELL!!!”
John Walks out from behind the curtain rocking out with the crowd as his music plays. John makes his way to the ring walking back and forth between each side of the aisle the fans are sitting on. Leaning against the barricade with his back a group of fans and John start head banging. Making it down to the ring John slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Stands up and continues to rock out with the crowd until his music stops.
The lights of the building go dark, spawning thousands of cell phones 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: ”Coming to the ring at this time, 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 houselights stay off, the golden spotlight illuminating him.
POWERS: ”And the opponents!”
The beginning beat to “Hang me High” begins to play as Kaelan Quinn appears from behind the curtain with a cheer to meet the ones coming from the crowd. She stands on the top of the ramp soaking up all the cheers before she begins to speed walk her way down the ramp. Slapping fans hands as she goes.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland, KAELAN QQUUIINNNN!!!”
Kaelan stops at the bottom of the ramp and bounces on her feet before taking off at a run to slide under the ropes. Sliding into the ring and rising up off her knees, flipping her long hair back as she does. Walking to the ropes to lean over them and throw her hands in the air to pose before hopping off as the music fades out and she begins to pace and stretch getting ready for the match.
The lights in the arena go dark for a few seconds before “I’m Not Sorry,” starts up; white strobe lights following different intensities flashing to the beat before a sudden spotlight is put upon the figure onstage. Head down, letterman jacket, snapback covering his features as one hand is clasped over a fist hanging down. With the first word of the song, the figure brings his head up with a large smile, the lights coming back up as the strobes die down.
He looks around at the crowd for a moment, shaking his head before looking at the camera with a smirk. With one sift motion, just as the song picks up, he slaps the camera to a jerk and begins to head down the ramp, the visual shaky for a moment before it focuses again.
POWERS: ”Coming in from Queen’s New York, wanting me to let you all know that he’s still new and doesn’t have any real nicknames lined up, standing five foot nine, weighing in at one hundred fifty-six pounds, ZEEL PPAARRKK!!!”
The way down is a quick strip, losing the hat and throwing it into the crowd before taking off his jacket. Bottom of the ramp, he shrugs into the camera with a laugh; a water bottle in his hand for some reason, out of thin air, that he uses to throw a bit of water at the referee once he enters the ring. He laughs when the referee yells at him and puts both hands up, jacket still in his hands, which he realizes. He throws the bottle to the outside and hands his jacket off as if it’s a title.
Finally, Zeel takes a seat on a turn buckle, reaching out to accept yet another water bottle handed to him by someone not in the shit. He takes a drink and then smiles for the pictures, waiting for the match to begin.
TAYLOR: ”Up next we have our first of four Tag Team Dysfunction matches of the evening.”
LAWSON: ”This is an odd one if I’m being honest.”
CAMPBELL: ”it is. Not only do team members have to work together, but if they’re the last two in the ring, they then have to turn on one another! It’s madness!”
LAWSON: ”I’m eager to see how these play out. What kind of strategy does a team put together going into a match like this?”
TAYLOR: ”Are they even working on a strategy together? The last two in the ring could very well be the two people on the same team. How do you prepare for that?!”
CAMPBELL: ”We’re about to find out!”

Beginning of the Match: Starting things off, John Gabriel and Kaelan Quinn circle one another in the center of the ring. With a clear size advantage over Kaelan, John uses it to back her against the ropes, leaving her nowhere to go. After back to back right hands, Gabriel whips her to the ropes and as she returns, he lifts her into the air before planting her into the canvas with a spine buster! Pulling her back to her feet, he quickly carried her to his corner before tagging Dexter in. With little moves to work with in his arsenal, Dexter stuck mainly to attacks such as kicks and punches. Hitting Kaelan from all angles, he then knocked her off balance which led to an opening in which he took! Sliding in, he went for his superkick he likes to call The Tragikick, only to miss as Kaelan ducked underneath his leg as it passed overhead. Following up with a chop to the throat, Kaelan then forced him to lunge over with a kick to the gut, resulting in him then being flipped over onto his back with a snap suplex. The larger man was obviously out of shape as he could barely even attempt to get up due to being out of breath. Grabbing his legs, Kaelan then locked in the Irish Rose, forcing Dexter to tap out immediately! Refusing to release the hold, she continued cranking down on the pressure, forcing Dexter to scream in agony. Eventually the official had to peel her off but the damage had already been done. Unable to walk, Dex was then carried off to the back by staff as the match continued.
CAMPBELL: ”That’s what the man gets for distracting her in the Frenzy at Adrenaline Sixty-Nine!”
LAWSON: ”I can’t argue with you there. He obviously had it coming.”
TAYLOR: ”Would you two stop and take a moment to listen to yourselves? The mans career could have just been ended there all you have to say is that he deserved it?!”
Middle of the Match: With Gabriel back in the ring, it was now him versus two, a handicap match you could say. With his size advantage over Kaelan, he used it to his favor once again, backing her into the corner and leaving her with nowhere to go as he laid into her with vicious rights and lefts. Pulling her away from the corner, he then applied a double underhook and lifted her off her feet. Transitioning the powerbomb into an X-factor, he laid her out in the ring before rolling across her and hooking the leg.

Breaking up the pin, Zeel came to the rescue! The then led to a short brawl between him and Gabriel before he finally exited the ring. Back on her feet, Kaelan shot in from behind, hitting John unexpectedly with a running forearm to the back of the head. Running in front of him, she hit the ropes and on the return, knocked the big man down with a double axe-handle to the face! Looking to her corner, she then introduced Zeel officially into the match as the two made the quick tag. Climbing the corner, Zeel made his first official move in fashion as he flew from the top of the corner, landing across John corkscrew splash! he went for the pin but before the official could even get to one, John pushed him off and over to the side. Pulling John up to his feet, Zeel was then caught off guard as john threw his head forward, hitting Zeel right between the eyes with a headbutt. Lifting Zeel off his feet, John then drove him into the mat with a running powerslam that echoed throughout the entire building. Hooking the leg, John went to put him away as the official slid in beside them with the count.

Lifting Zeel back to his feet, John then whipped him to the ropes. Thinking on his feet, Zeel leaped onto the middle rope before springboarding off and flying back in John’s direction, wiping him out with a flying crossbody! The two raced back to their feet, Zeel standing first, and when John finally stood, Zeel put him back down with a jumping head scissors! After wearing John down for a few minutes, Zeel finally put him away with a diving spear! Making the cover, Zeel nodded along with the officials count.

LAWSON: ”There goes one team!”
CAMPBELL: ”Now it’s time for the dysfunction!”
TAYLOR: ”Zeel came to the rescue earlier as Kaelan was being pinned. Who’s going to come to their rescue now when one gets put down by the other?”
End of the Match: The direction of the match completely shifted as Zeel and kaelan now found themselves against each other. Back and forth, the two put the other down with a series of quick moves. Catching Kaelan off guard, Zeel rocked her jaw with a spinning backfist. Following up with a dropkick, he sent Kaelan stumbling backwards into the corner. Popping back to his feet, Zeel then shot in, nearly taking her head off with a running clothesline! With the momentum clearly in his favor, Zeel began to pace the ring as Kaelan slowly slid down the corner until finding herself in a seated position. Turning his attention to Kaelan, Zeel then backed all the way to the opposite corner. Taking off, he then raced across the ring until coming to an abrupt stop in the center.

Flames erupted from the entrance stage as the lights in the entire building went completely out. The only light source in the building was the fiery orange glow coming from the entrance stage. A voice then began to softly speak throughout the speakers.
“He’s watching, oh he’s watching.

Looking up the ramp in confusion, Zeel walks to the ropes and latches onto the top. Looking from left to right, he scans the area before beginning to mouth off and throw his hands into the air, making gestures and ready for whoever it is watching to square up with him. All while this is going on, Kaelan slowly climbs back to her feet unnoticed. All of a sudden, the flames then disappear and for a split second, the entire arena is consumed in darkness. After a few flickers from the lights above, the entire arena then illuminates as the lights come back on. With no one standing at the top of the ramp and the flames now gone, Zeel then turns around only to have hit eyes light up at the sight standing in front of him. Kicking Zeel in the stomach, Kalen then locks onto his head with a three-quarter facelock. Running to the corner and dragging Zeel along, she jumps up and steps onto the top turnbuckle. Flipping backwards over Zeel and keeping her lock in tact, she drops him to the mat with an inverted DDT – or as she likes to call it, PRICE PAID! Making the cover, she hooks the leg as the official slides in.

CAMPBELL: ”Kaelan wins it! She put her partner down for the three count!”
TAYLOR: ”She didn’t do it alone. What was that distraction all about?”
LAWSON: ”Someone clearly has their eye on Zeel and from what I’ve seen over the recent days on social media, I think I may know exactly who is behind this.”
TAYLOR: ”Whoever it is he cost Zeel the match tonight. He had things in his control until the lights went out.”
“Hang Em High” hits the speakers as Kaelan rises to her feet. Stepping in beside her, the official lifts her arm into the air as Mike Powers makes the announcement.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner… KAELAN QQUUIINNNN!!!”

Backstage, Amy Scottsfiern closes the door as she steps out of the locker room. She appears to be a bit stressed out and sighs, rubbing the sides of her temples. Coming up behind her, however, was Gabriel Hartman. Failing to notice him, Amy jolts up a bit when she finally spins around. Hartman, not meaning to scare her, quickly apologizes.
HARTMAN: “Sorry to frighten you, Ms. Scottsfiern, but I was wondering if Caroline would be available at the time for a few, brief questions?”
SCOTTSFIERN: “Uh, Caroline is rather busy at the moment. She doesn’t want to be bothered. After all, it’s a big night for her. I hope you can understand that.”
Amy briefly glances back at the door before looking at Hartman.
HARTMAN: “Well then, I’m sure you can give us some details about how she’s feeling and what-not – if you don’t mind, that is.”
SCOTTSFIERN: “Oh, no problem. Go ahead.”
HARTMAN: “Well, the one thing that’s on everyone’s minds right now is the loss that Caroline had last Octane in her match against Tornado… well, you know who…”
SCOTTSFIERN: “Desencadenado. His name isn’t all that hard to pronounce. Come on now.”
Hartman looks a little surprise that the name rolled off of Amy’s tongue effortlessly, but he continues on with the questioning.
HARTMAN: “Alright then. People are under the impression that her relationship to Dex Russey might have played a role in the loss since he’s not viewed favorably among the other wrestlers. People see him as being a hinderance of sort, so I was wondering if I could get your take on all of that?”
SCOTTSFIERN: “It’s a bit outrageous, in my opinion. I’m aware that Dex has brushed a lot of the 4CW talent the wrong way and many people have strong opinions in regards to him, but to say that he was the cause for Caroline suffering her first defeat is ridiculous. To be honest, I don’t understand why everyone is fascinated with their relationship. It’s just not important to bring up when this is, you know, wrestling.”
HARTMAN: “Fair enough. However, not too long ago we saw the promo that was aired live on the 4CW site in which Caroline… well, was clearly letting out her frustrations, so to say.”
SCOTTSFIERN: “Well… yeah…. She was initially upset and all, but I can assure you that Caroline is focused tonight. She’s all about shining in the spotlight, and she’ll push all of the doubt and judgement aside to get the job done. That’s just the way she- ”
Suddenly, the locker room door opens and Caroline can be partially seen from the crack.
BURCHILL: “Bring him in.”
Her voice has a low, grizzled tone to it as she made her demand. Amy, initially caught off at first, nods her head before looking back at Hartman. He gulps, but cautiously steps inside and the cameras follow behind him. As soon as he’s inside, Caroline grabs him by the suit and pushes him against the wall. Hartman lets out a gasp, unsure of what to do as he stares back into the menacing eyes of Burchill.
BURCHILL: “You really are a nuisance, Hartman. You and the rest of these insufferable fools that can never let me be… However, I suppose I can just humor you for a bit and give you the attention that you so desperately want. The simple fact of the matter is that I don’t give a shit about what everyone else thinks of me. Why? It’s because I am already the most elite wrestler here in Octane. I’ve proven that. When everyone was gunning for me during the tournament, I showed them exactly what I was capable of.”
Another nervous gulp from Hartman. He’s visibly shaking and sweating out of fear. However, Caroline presses him up against the wall even more and grits her teeth as she glares at him.
BURCHILL: “I am a force to be reckoned with, and if one stupid fucking loss is going to make everyone forget that? Then I guess you’re all a pack of morons. So many people want to bring up Dex and a whole slew of irrelevant things to try and get to me. People are desperate to devalue me. They don’t want to see the reality unfold before their very eyes when Caroline O’Hara Burchill makes history and becomes the woman that rules above all of them.”
She closes in on Hartman. The poor guy. He closes his eyes and turns his face away from Burchill, expecting the worst to happen to him. Amy, not wanting to get in while Caroline isn’t in the best mood, watches on with a shocked expression on her face.
BURCHILL: “But the sad truth is that the inevitable will happen tonight. I will prove to be the conqueror that I am and claim the gold that is rightfully mine. I am not distracted. I have not lost my touch after one match. I am still the woman that will build my kingdom with every broken body I collect and sit on my throne of bones. There is a reason why I am called the Killer Queen… and tonight will be the reminder that every person watching needs.”
Finally, Caroline releases her grip on Hartman and gives him a rough shove out of the locker room. Hartman manages to brace himself so that his face doesn’t come in contact with the floor.
BURCHILL: “Now, get out of my sight, you disrespectful little cunt.”
With that, Caroline slams the door shut, causing everyone to jump a little. Hartman scrambles up to his feet, fixing his suit as he makes a dash for it. Amy stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. However, as she looks at the camera, she gives out a sheepish chuckle.
SCOTTSFIERN: “So, uh. Can we just pretend that never happened? I promise, Caroline isn’t always crazy like that.”
Amy rubs the back of her neck and sighs as the viewers are taken to the next part of the show.


POWERS: ”The following match will be under the Tag Team Dysfunction rules!”
The opening guitar riffs of “Stranglehold” by The Nuge hits the sound system. The crowd gives an even reaction as the fog machine begins to get the entrance curtain smoky. A small laser show of polychromatic light bounces around the arena.
“Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it’s me by the clamor now baby
I like to tap the streets”

POWERS: ”ANNNNNDDDD NOW! Walking his sweet ass down to the ring! From Jersey City… Having had a big brunch and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds of complete toughass… DEX RRUUSSSSEEYY!!!”
“Now I’ve been smoking for so long
You know I’m here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get out of the way”

Dex walks from the curtains and through the smoke. He turns his ballcap around with the bill facing the back of his head. He then rubs his hands together before cupping them around his mouth. He yells out a loud “OOOOOOOHHHHWEEEEEE!” Before trotting down to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He quickly finds the closest turnbuckle and climbs to the top raising his fist high in the sky. He then hops down and hands it to the official before heading to his corner for the start of the match.
“Best Song Ever” by One Direction blares from the arena speakers as the crowd jumps to their feet in excitement. Gold and Crimson lights flash around the arena and Golden Snitches drop from the ceiling. American Tommy makes his way through the curtain and stands in the middle of the ramp smiling. He waves to the crowd. As he makes his way down to the ring he pulls on the bottom of his shirt so everybody pays attention to it.
POWERS: ”Standing five feet, eleven inches and weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He hails from the Windy City, Chicago, Illinois! AMERICAN TTOOMMMMYY!!!”
American Tommy stops dead in his tracks with a look of disgust on his face. Looking at Powers he begins pointing and yelling. He walks over to the side of the ramp and grabs a microphone from 4CW personnel. His music stops as he walks to the center again.
TOMMY: “Damn it, Powers! Every damn week! Say it right or I’ll curse you, muggle!”
Powers stares down at American Tommy and shakes his head. American Tommy sits in the middle of the ramp and shrugs at Powers who sighs and starts speaking again.
POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, get on your feet for the grand wizard of them all. Standing at five feet, eleven inches with a penis much larger than that! Hailing from Hogwarts, USA! HARRY PPOOTTTTEERR!!!”
American Tommy jumps up in glee, clapping his hands. He throws the microphone back to the stagehand and motions for his music to play again as he starts heading to the ring again. Reaching the wring he slides in with the grace of a baby learning to walk. He climbs up on the turnbuckle he raises his wand to the crowd as they do the same to him. Jawing with someone at ringside he hops off the turnbuckle and places his trusty wand underneath it.
POWERS: ”And the opponents!”
“Rock Box” by Run DMC begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer. At the top of the stage Chanson Webster stands holding his name initials with his hands before changing it into nine fingers. He walks back and forth with his skateboard in hand getting the crowd hyped before he holds his skateboard up and taps his chest three times.
Dropping the skateboard Chanson steps on top while taking his hood from over his head. He stands there for a moment looking around at the crowd before a smile creeps up to his lips. Nodding his head he begins to slowly skate down the ramp while holding his hand out to the crowd.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring at this time… CHANSON WWEEBBSSTTEERR!!!”
The crowd continues to cheer as Chanson gets closer to the ring. He stops and signs a few autographs before bending backwards over the guardrail and taking one big selfie with the crowd. Hitting send on the phone he passes it back and salutes toward the crowd. He kicks his skateboard from under his feet before making his way to the steel steps where he takes his hoodie off showing his championship belt around his waist, tapping it and throwing his hoodie into the crowd. He steps up the steel steps and takes a bow before he steps in the ring.
Chanson taps his chest once more before pointing towards the sky. He begins to jog around the ring clapping his hands before stepping up on the turnbuckle where he continues to clap his hand. He steps down from the turnbuckle and sets up in a turnbuckle where he stretches a bit awaiting the bell.
The Loud and Melodic guitar chords of “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana strum out throughout the arena. After a few moments Jeb Fisher pushes his way out through the black curtains, a shark like smile on his face – he violently shakes his head. Slapping himself in the side of the skull a few times before turning his attention to Bob Fisher who was hobbling his way out of the back. Bob was shouting off random shit talking and hyping up his boy Jeb. Jeb’s tongue flicks out of his mouth before he sets his sights on the arena pointing to it and marching down the ramp.
As Jeb makes it down to the ring he stops, waiting for Bob to walk up the steels steps and enter through the middle rope. Bob then does the unthinkable and snatches the microphone away from powers. He stands in the middle of the ring and gets a sickening grin on his face before putting the microphone up to his lips.
Bob throws down the microphone and Jeb jumps up onto the ring apron before quickly going in through the middle rope. He bounces around the ring a few times stretching out his muscles and punching himself in the face with what seem to be vicious blows. Jeb then lets out a manacle, yet full of himself laugh followed by him beating on his chest. Bob smirks to himself as Jeb gets comfortable in his corner.
TAYLOR: ”Up next we have our second of four Tag Team Dysfunction matches of the evening.”
LAWSON: ”Kaelan Quinn has won the first one, now who is going to win the second?”
CAMPBELL: ”That’s a tough one. We have some odd teams to start things off. Between Tommy and Dex, I wouldn’t be surprised if those two bicker all night over Caroline. Then there’s Jeb and Chanson who are no stranger to one another.”
TAYLOR: ”These aren’t the best match ups by any means which in my opinion, this should bring a rather exciting element to the match.”
CAMPBELL: ”Exciting indeed. Can these teams work together from the start and then save it for the end before turning on one another? If they even make it that far as a team…”
LAWSON: ”That’s the million dollar question that honestly no one has an answer to.”

Beginning of the Match: Starting the match, Chanson and Russey took center stage as they immediately brought the fans to their feet with a series of chain maneuvers one after the other. Getting the upper hand, Chanson laid into Dex with a stiff right, knocking him off balance and giving himself just enough time to sweep in and put him down once and for all with Yakuza kick. After a sit-down powerbomb and an Alabama slam, Chanson decided to go aerial as he climbed to the top of the corner. Taking flight, he flipped backwards through the air, only to eat a mouthful of canvas as he missed the moonsault attempt. Turning the momentum in his favor, Dex quickly took charge. Attacking with a series of wild punches, Dex finished off the nasty combo with a European uppercut that knocked Chanson into a daze. Following up with a bionic elbow, Dex sent Chanson to the ropes and as he came back on the rebound, Dex finished him off with a pop-up cutter! As Dex made the cover, Jeb looked on from the outside, shaking his head but not even attempting to break it up as in the end this match is every man for himself.

CAMPBELL: ”There’s our first elimination of the match and Jeb couldn’t care less about breaking up the pin.”
LAWSON: ”If it came down to him and Chanson eliminating the other two, they would then have to square up until one is put down. He’s just letting the others do the heavy lifting for him.”
TAYLOR: ”It’s honestly not a bad game plan. Until that final twist comes, it’s a standard tag match and only one member of each team can be in the ring. So it isn’t like Jeb will find himself in a full blown handicap match situation.”
Middle of the Match: After coming into the ring and swinging hard, Jeb took control of the match and help onto it for the first five minutes following his entry. With Dex on the ropes, Jeb pounded with lefts and rights into his ribs, grunting fiercely as each fist drove into his flesh. Drawing back for a powr punch, Jeb gave Dex the small window he needed to turn things around. Slamming his head forward, Dex hit Jeb right between the eyes with a headbutt, knocking him back in place. Before Jeb could come to his senses, Dex raced in, leaping into the air and diving at him with a splash. Catching Dex, Jeb then dropped him down across his knee with a back breaker. Not releasing Dex, Jeb then stood up and carried him towards the corner where Tommy looked on from the outside. Throwing Dex into the air, Jeb hit his target as Dex collided into Tommy, knocking him off the apron and down to the floor. Jeb then began stomping down onto Dex but little did he know, the collision was recognized as a tag in the officials eyes. With his attention turned away from the outside, Jeb didn’t see Tommy as he slowly climbed back to his feet and up the corner to the top. Looking at Jeb’s back, Tommy then leaped off the corner, driving both feet into the back of Jeb’s head with a drop kick! Pushing himself up in anger, Jeb whipped around and raced towards Tommy, running right into his arms and getting himself hip tossed to the mat! The two popped back to their feet, and once again, Jeb charged in only to get picked up off his feet and slammed to the mat with a second hip toss! The race continued once more and as both men stood, Jeb swung in Tommy’s direction with a haymaker, only to miss as Tommy ducked underneath. Grabbing ahold of Jeb, Tommy then slammed him onto his back a third time with another hip toss. This time, Tommy hooked the leg as the official raced in for the count.

Kicking out before even a one count, Jeb shoved Tommy off of him. The two immediately began climbing to their feet and just like the other three times, Jeb rushed in carelessly. As Tommy positioned himself to take Jeb down for a fourth hip toss, Jeb switched things up and took his legs out from under him with a drop kick to the knee. Pulling Tommy up from the mat, Jeb lifted him into the air and then quickly walked to the center of the ring where he planted him into the canvas with a powerslam. Pushing himself up, Jeb then pulled Tommy up and lifted him into the air upside down. Jumping up, Jeb then dropped Tommy on his head with a piledriver! Making the cover, Jeb looked across the ring at Dex on the apron with a smile on his face.

TAYLOR: ”There’s our second elimination and now it comes down to a member of each team left standing in the ring.”
LAWSON: ”Jeb put a hurting on Dex earlier but now that he’s rested up, this run In could be completely different than before.”
CAMPBELL: ”Dex may be fresh but Jeb, well, Jeb has been hard at it for a good bit now. He’s showing some signs of fatigue and if Dex plays this right, he could put him away and win this thing.”
End of the Match: Dex entered the ring immediately as the officials hand slapped the canvas for a third time when Tommy was put away. From that moment forward, Dex managed to keep Jeb down, showing off his limited MMA abilities. After minutes of beating Jeb senseless, Dex finally pulled him to his feet and launched him chest first into the corner. Taking off behind him, Dex charged in planted both feet into Jeb’s back, sandwiching him against the corner with a dropkick! With Jeb nearly out of it, Dex made the quick cover as the entire Cabarrus Arena stood on their feet in excitement.

Shocking the entire crowd, Jeb managed to kick out just a split second before the officials hand slapped the canvas for a third time. Surprised, Dex paused momentarily as he looked down in disbelief. Frustrated, Dex slowly pushed himself up to his feet. Arguing with the official, Dex contested the count before turning his full focus back to Jeb. As he pulled Jeb to his feet, Jeb locked onto him with both hands and pulled him in front of the official, obstructing his view. Slamming his head forward, Jeb then did the unthinkable as he hit Dex in the crotch with a headbutt. The entire arena fell silent at the sight as Dex’s face grew bright red. Standing to his feet, Jeb then positioned himself beside Dex before taking him face first to the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep. On his knees, Jeb then locked onto Dex’s head with both hands before pressing his face into the canvas and rubbing it back and forth violently. The was a huge shift in the momentum as Jeb took charge and continued his relentless assault on Dex. After minutes of beating him as if Dex owed him money, Jeb finally decided to end it once and for all. Lifting Dex upside down, Jeb then dropped him on his head with a jumping piledriver – Abandoning Hope for the second time tonight! With Dex completely out of it, Jeb made the cover as the official raced over with the count.

Full of excitement, Jeb’s father, Bob, rushed into the ring before Jeb could get to his feet. As his son finally stood, Bob pushed the official out of the way before grabbing his sons arm and raising it proudly into the air.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… JEB FFIISSHHEERR!!!”
Ripping his arm away from his fathers, Jeb then paced the ring triumphantly. Climbing the corner, he stared over the crowd before roaring into the air and shooting both arms high above his head.
TAYLOR: ”Despite having his partner eliminated first, Jeb has overcome the odds with back to back eliminations on both American Tommy and Dex Russey.”
CAMPBELL: ”You mean Harry Potter, right?”
TAYLOR: ”Correct!”
LAWSON: ”This is another big win for Jeb in matches involving multiple opponents. The kid is young and rough around the edges but the talent is there. Just imagine if he had some proper training. This guy would be unstoppable!”

Emergence heads backstage to find Dirk Dickwood and Cecilworth Farthington sort of just standing around a nondescript corridor. Cecilworth appears to occasionally be punching the wall as Dirk yells at the top of his voice “THIS ONE’S FOR THE QUEEN!” as an exclamation to every brutal blow to the wall. Cecilworth stops for a few moments and mops up his sweat with his neck towel, chugging a bottle of water as he does so.
DICKWOOD: “This is it my friend, this is your chance to Emerge… AT EMERGENCE.”
FARTHINGTON: “Haven’t you totes already done that one Dirktrude?”
DICKWOOD: “How would you know? You spent the last week sloshed out of your god damn…”
It is at this point Dirk notices the camera and glitches out for a few seconds. He quickly composes himself however.
DICKWOOD: “So, who ordered the camera crew?”
FARTHINGTON: “I did! I wanted them to see my totemagotes rad shadow boxing skills. Like BLAMMO TAKE THAT ALEX KIDD!”
Dirk blinks for a few seconds.
DICKWOOD: “How are you even old enough to know what Alex Kidd is… you know what, never mind, I’m just going to roll with it.”
FARTHINGTON: “Like I’ll roll over those poor people in the ring tonight! I mean, one has a foreign name Dirk, FOREIGN, he’s got to be poor. Have you ever met a rich person with a foreign name…”
DICKWOOD: “There’s some Sheikhs I know…”
Farthington steamrolls right over Dirk.
FARTHINGTON: “EXACTLY! There are no rich foreigners because they are not bred to be rich. The Farthington line has been kept pure and dicktipped in gold for centuries because we know the value of a penny. So yeah, got to send a message to my economic lessors Dirk. I mean… Alex Kincaid ran away from his nouveau riche family. I mean sure, there’s nouveau riche, so there basically scum, but they’re a level of scum above the poor and foreign…”
Dirk makes very loud shushing noises with his mouth, coughing the word “cameras” quite a few times.
FARTHINGTON: “I know there are cameras Dirk! I want them to know the truth, that Tornado Descan… Destro… DESTRUCTO and Ally Kincal, they’re my societal and grappling juniors… because of their poor genes. If they were to ever to enter the grounds of the Farthington Family estate is would actually be legally correct and justice to shoot them on the spot, due to be less wealthy and more… dirty than a pure breed like myself. I mean really Dirk, as my father always said, white is ri…”
Dirk, not so subtly, shoves the cameraman into the sound tech and the camera feed crashes to black.


TAYLOR: ”Up next we have out third Tag Team Dysfunction match!”
LAWSON: ”We’ve seen some rather odd twists in the first two. I wonder what this one has in store.”
CAMPBELL: ”I don’t understand why they didn’t just make these fatal fourways again.”
The lights go out for a moment before the arena is bathed in green light. Two blue Spotlights find the entrance as “Bulletproof” by La Roux kicks up. Sativa walks out from the back with her arms thrown out wide, welcoming the cheers from the crowd.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, Standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, the Ganja Goddess, SATIVA NNEEVVAAEEHH!!!”
”Been there, done that, messed around
I’m having fun; don’t put me down
I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet ”

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

She makes her way to a corner and climbs to the second rope and once again holds her arms out. The crowd continues to sheer her as she smiles and takes it all in. She jumps down and spins mid air to face the ref and wait for the match to start.
As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.
POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall! She is the “Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”
The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat.
Now your nightmare comes to life..”

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her.
“Dragged you down below…
Down to the devils show…
To be his guest forever…
Peace of mind is less than never..”

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.
POWERS: ”And the opponents!”
“Resurge” by Gone is Gone begins to play throughout the arena. Succubus emerges from behind the curtain as she embraces the booing crowd with an arrogant smile plastered across her face. Succubus takes a purple apple that she has in her left hand and seductively bites into it. As the song progresses, Succubus spits the remains of the apple towards the fans sitting on the sides and begins to walk towards the ring.
POWERS: ”Introducing from Athens, Ohio… She is the Devil’s Playmate… LADY LLIILLIINN!!!”
Succubus hops on the ring apron and smiles towards the camera as she tilts her head forward and lifts one eyebrow, giving her a vindictive look on her face. Succubus enters via the ring ropes and begins to get ready for her match.
Lights in blue bathe the crowd, interspersed with white flashes as chanting fills the air and feminine silhouettes dance gracefully, ominously in the flashes of light to the opening strains of ‘Silence’ by Delirium featuring Sarah McLachlan.
“Give me release… Witness me…
I am outside… Give me peace…”

More musical interlude as the crowd murmurs in cobalt immersed anticipation.
“Heaven holds a sense of wonder… and I wanted to believe
That I’d get caught up… when the rage in me subsides”

Amid the dancing shadows and flashes of light, a petite figure stands in the entranceway drawing mixed reaction from those still unsure what to make of her.
POWERS: ”On her way to the ring- she hails from Atlantic City, New Jersey. Weighing in at one hundred twenty-two pounds, she is… AMIRAI ‘SOLITAIRE’ RREEIILLLLEEYY!!!”
Amirai sweeps her full length jacket to one side theatrically as she finally makes her way towards the ring staying central to the ramp and out of range of waving hands.
“In this white wave
I am sinking… in this silence
In this white wave… in this silence
I believe”

Straining vocals prelude Amirai sliding beneath the bottom rope and her casual saunter leads her across the canvas and to the furthest corner where she scales up to the second turnbuckle, gazing out across the crowd without much further flourish than another sweeping motion of the bottom of her jacket.
CAMPBELL: ”All four ladies are now in the ring and it’s time to see which one will be the sole survivor of this dysfunctional match up.”
TAYLOR: ”We have two 4CW veterans and two who are newer to 4CW, making their first appearances weeks ago right here on Octane.”

Beginning of the Match: Starting things off, Niobe and Lilin represent their “teams”, circling one another until Niobe takes charge and begins beating Lilin viciously with lefts and rights, catching her off guard and establishing an early dominance. After dropping her to the mat with a fireman’s carry takeover, Niobe waits patiently as Lilin stands back to her feet. Catching her with a swift kick to the stomach, Niobe then lifts her off her feet and plants her into the mat with a spinning spinebuster! For minutes on, Lilin is unable to defend herself as Niobe just tosses her around the ring like a ragdoll. Growing tired of toying around, Niobe then ends her night with the Hallucination – a gory neckbreaker! Making the cover, Niobe finishes her off with the one, two, and the three, thus eliminating her from the match.
TAYLOR: ”Lady Lilin looked helpless out there!”
CAMPBELL: ”She just hasn’t had much luck finding her footing here in 4CW and Niobe took advantage of that.”
LAWSON: ”Niobe came out of the gate swinging and never stopped for a single second. She made Lady Lilin her bitch!”
Middle of the Match: Entering the ring next, the only one left on her team, Amirai jumped right into the action. After a short back and forth exchange of punches with Niobe, Amirai got her head rocked as Niobe leveled her with a discus elbow! Taking things aerial, Niobe went for a corkscrew moonsault that ended terribly for her as she crashed to the canvas just as Amirai rolled out of the way. With Niobe hurting from the rough landing, Amirai stood her up and went to work! Hitting Niobe from all angles with strikes and kicks, she eventually backed her into the corner, leaving Niobe nowhere to go. Jumping up onto the middle ropes, Amira hooked her arm around Niobe’s head before falling back and driving her head first into the canvas with a DDT! Going for the pin, Amirai was only able to get a two count before Niobe’s foot found itself propped up on the middle rope, thus breaking the officials count. As Amira stood tall, Niobe swung her body around, sweeping Amirai’s legs out from under her. Back on her feet, she caught Amirai with a swift kick to the gut just as she stood. Locking onto her arm and whipping her to the ropes, Niobe stepped to the center of the ring, waiting for Amirai’s return. Lifting Amirai off her feet, Niobe spun her around and went for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but to her surprise, Amirai wrapped both legs around her head before flipping her across the ring with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors takedown! As Niobe stood back to her feet, Amirai then raced in, catching her by surprised and turning the lights out with a facebreaker DDT! Hooking the leg, Amirai had Niobe shoulders down to the mat as the official counted one, two, and three!
LAWSON: ”Niobe has been eliminated and now it comes down to Amirai and Sativa!”
CAMPBELL: ”Sativa has yet to enter the match so she’s stepping in now with no fatigue whatsoever.”
TAYLOR: ”She better act quickly because from the looks of it, Amirai is a tad bit winded.”
End of the Match: Just as Taylor said, Sativa entered the ring and did just that. Attacking Amirai before she could even stand fully. Flying off the top rope in front of Amirai, Sativa hooked her arm around Amirai’s head, taking her down head first to the mat with a tornado DDT! The DDT wasn’t enough to keep Amirai down but as she stood back up, Sativa had something in mind that just may do the trick. Rushing in, Sativa leveled her with a running Yakuza kick. Making the cover, Sativa was only able to get a one and a half count before Amira kicked out. Not letting up for a second, Sativa went back at it, pounding away at Amirai as she was down on the canvas. Pulling Amirai back to her feet, Sativa then put her right back down with an STO into a Koji Clutch – or as she calls it Nighty Night! Call it bad ring placement, or lack of observation, but Amirai was quickly able to grab onto the nearby ropes, forcing Sativa to release her hold. Irritated, Sativa then rushed in, kicking Amira in the gut as she stood. Locking onto her head, she went for her Got Em!, but Amirai was able to slip her head out and push Sativa in the back, knocking her forward. As Sativa turned around, Amirai caught her with a kick to the stomach of her own, followed up by a jawbreaker! Dazed and confused of her surroundings, Sativa wobbled back and forth as she back stepped away from Amirai. Back on her feet, Amirai charged straight at Sativa, knocking her even further backwards with a running knee strike. Hitting the ropes, Sativa bounced off and forward into a knee to the stomach. In the blink of an eye, Amirai then laid her down with a facebreaker DDT, hitting the Sangeriu Diamant for a second time! Making the cover, Amirai hooked the leg as the official swept in with the count.

TAYLOR: ”Good night! Amirai wins it!”
LAWSON: ”Amirai wins our third Tag Team Dysfunction match of the evening.”
CAMPBELL: ”We have three of four winners declared. I can only wonder what the surprise headline match of the evening is.”
“Silence” hits the speakers as Amirai rises to her feet. Grabbing her arm, the official then lifts it into the air, officially declaring her the victor.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, AMIRAI RREEIILLLLEEYY!!!”

The office to Jimmy Walker was silent until the door came flying open. Jimmy looked up from his desk as a fury of Orange hair came stomping into the room. Kaelan Quinn of course. She slammed her fist down on his desk.
QUINN: “Jimmy lad, I’d like to file a complaint.”
WALKER: “What seems to be the problem Kaelan?”
Kaelan shook her head and pushed off from the desk.
QUINN: “You see my problem is that I can’t help but feel like that filthy little fat gobshite Dexter Severin cost not only me but, Octane as a whole the opportunity of a lifetime to Main Event, Bad Company and fight for the 4CW Championship, and instead of letting me teach him a lesson about not doing it. You’re just content to let him keep going on like there is no consequences for his actions.”
WALKER: “Kaelan…You are facing Dexter tonight in your match.”
Kaelan wagged her finger No at the Octane General Manager as she began to pace back and forth in his office.
QUINN: “No, No, No, No. See. That isn’t gonna cut it Jimmy ol’ boy. You see its a tag match. I’m not petty about this shite. If Zeel has the opportunity to knock him out of the running I’m gonna let him pin him and send him along his way. Hell even if I manage to be the one to eliminate him he still can come up with the excuse that I needed help to put him away.”
WALKER: “Well… What would you like me to do about it?”
Kaelan stopped pacing and walked over to a chair across from Jimmy’s desk and sat down. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Leaving the air to fill with silence as Jimmy waited patiently for her answer.
QUINN: “I want Dexter Severin. One on One. You can keep it a normal match or add some ridiculous and stupid stipulation because I know you and Wallace are going to be tit-faced when you make the next show. I don’t care. Give me the maggot and let me break his fat stubby little arms and legs, yeah?”
WALKER: ”First of all, Perry and I take our responsibility to put out a professional product very seriously. Secondly, alright. You can have him. As long as Perry doesn’t turn around and fire him based off of piss poor job performance or the fact that he eats to many cheeseburgers and our lawyers won’t provide us with legal protection if he gets injured. But barring any unforeseen events, he’s yours.”
Kaelan grinned from ear to ear and slapped her hands together as she jumped up from the chair she was sitting in.
QUINN: “That’s what I like to hear lad! Thank you. That’s all I needed. Keep up the great work.”
Kaelan winked and gave Jimmy a thumbs up before happily skipping towards the door. Coming to an abrupt stop, Perry Wallace stepped in front of her,
WALLACE: ”What’s up guys! I couldn’t help but overhear you two while I was searching the halls for my passport. I have some rather bad news for you, Kaelan. You see, after tonight, Dexter’s contract has been terminated. Sorry, sport.”
An annoyed look comes over her face as she stares at Perry. Shrugging his shoulders, Perry then pats her on the shoulder.
WALLACE: ”It’s alright lass. Cheer up!”
Turning away from Kaelan, Perry then proceeds down the hall and leaving the picture. Stepping in beside her, Jimmy clears his throat, grabbing her attention.
WALKER: ”Don’t worry about it, I have better plans for you.”
A look of slight relief comes to her face as she thinks to herself. Out of nowhere, their attention is then grabbed once more as Perry pops his head back into the doorway and into view.

“Mosh” by Eminem begins to boom throughout the arena as Jay “The Marksman” Mora stands proudly at the top of the stage. The man has been out of the wrestling business from quite sometime but that doesn’t stop him from walking down the ramp with an amount of swagger that only an asshole can have. Jay makes his way down the ramp and up the stairs pausing a second to take a look at the ring and inhaling a deep breath. Jay walks down the apron and steps through the middle rope and into the ring, grabbing the microphone he has been handed.
MARKSMAN: “It’s been a long…long time since I’ve stood in a professional wrestling ring. It has been a long, long time since I have had any sort of real competition. For those of you that don’t know me and you should by now, I am the greatest world champion any company has ever seen. I walked away from this business because I had done all there was to do. They set ‘em up and I knocked ‘em down!”
Jay Mora looked around as the crowd sat silenced unsure of how to greet this man.
MARKSMAN: “I’ve been told by some good friends of mine that 4CW is the place to be. Octane is the newest, hottest wrestling show going today. I’m not going to waste my time speaking to all of you mouth breathing degenerates all night. I’m here to let everyone know just TWO things.”
Jay holds two fingers up.
MARKSMAN: “Number one… I am the newest addition to the Octane roster.”
He folds one finger down, leaving his index finger up. His gold Rolex watch shining in the spotlight. He looks left and right before looking directly into the camera.
MARKSMAN: “And number two….Vossler, Burchill, Redd, Zion, Fisher, Farthington…THE. ENTIRE. OCTANE. ROSTER.”
Jay pauses once more before extending his index finger towards the camera and point his thumb up in the shape of a gun.
MARKSMAN: “You’ve all been Marked and I don’t miss….BANG!”
Jay lifts his arm into the air as if there was recoil from shooting the “gun.” As his music hits he tosses the mic to the floor before exiting the ring to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos from the rowdy North Carolina crowd.

We cut backstage to see Vossler spinning the tape around his wrist in preparation for the match. The rest of his outfit doesn’t necessarily show him as all prepared for the match as he walks around the corner… then suddenly stops. A wide smirk is shown on the contender’s face as we slowly pan over to see the 4CW champion, Bronx Valescence. Vossler eyes him from head to toe as scoffs. While seemingly pleased with the showing of the champion, Vos doesn’t necessarily seem impressed, nor does Bronx seems intimidated.
VOSSLER: “You don’t look ready for a fight, Valescence. What, did you take a wrong turn somewhere? Tonight’s not your title fight, champ.”
Bronx makes it a point to glance down to the belt that is draped over his shoulder and then back to Vossler as he adjusts the weight of the gold.
VALESCENCE: “Eh, what can I say. I’m a big fan of Caroline Burchill.”
VOSSLER: “Oh really? What luck that I bump into the big man himself,eh? What’s a goodie two-shoes like yourself see in her as a champion? A good match? A new flame perhaps? Or an easy opportunity to unify the titles against everyone’s wishes?”
Vossler taps the plating of the 4CW title with his fingernail and raises his eyebrows.
VOSSLER: “Looks good up close. Gotta admit. What are you here for though, for real?”
Bronx looks down at where Vossler tapped the title and brought the cuff of his suit up to wipe it back off as he looked back to Voss.
VALESCENCE: “I’m not concerned with a beef with anyone on Octane. I respect Caroline, I’ve followed her in various other companies as well. This is the first super-show Octane has had. I figured I would come down and check out the action. I do hope I have your permission to do so…”
Smiling, Bronx nodded down to the title.
VALESCENCE: “And I think you had a chance to get a shot at this title, and you blew it. So if you don’t mind, keep your hands off of it.”
Vossler scratches the back of his head.
VOSSLER: “W-We..uh… do-don’t talk about that. I never liked the number 30, okay?”
He sighs before nodding to the side signaling for Bronx to walk with him, waiting for a moment before the champion obliges.
VOSSLER: “You don’t need my permission for anything with that around your shoulder. Though I do wonder for how long that’ll be there. Mariano and all.”
He pauses with speaking for a moment but quickly continues before Bronx can get a word in.
VOSSLER: “Crazy thought, right? #VOSS2MANG… holding both the 4CW and Octane titles? Tell me that doesn’t sound or look good. Plus with how this tournament’s going… I mean… We could add tag titles to it, eh?”
Nodding, Bronx follows Vossler along the hallway. The champion flashes a smile when he brings up Manny as they walk.
VALESCENCE: “Would definitely be something… you guys can have those tag titles, and hell. It would be pretty cool to see you win the Octane belt… buttttt. I don’t think you guys will be adding the 4CW title to that, mang. Happy for Manny he won the Frenzy, but stepping into the ring with me for this belt? That’s a whole different monster. And this isn’t a video game.”
Vossler can’t argue with that, sighing with his eyebrows raised.
VOSSLER: “Yeah… you got me there. Even now during training he still blurts out some video game catchphrase of sorts that he thinks will make his strikes stronger. They don’t, they mostly add some sort of comedic value but… y’know. I don’t think I’m getting through to him that a harsh kick to the chest will hurt much more if the opponent isn’t laughing.”
He finishes wrapping the tape around his wrists before throwing it on an equipment box they pass by. Vos chuckles.
VOSSLER: “So who’s the big man’s pick for tonight’s main event, huh? Everyone’s dying to hear who’ll stand by the champ’s side during press conferences as a representation of the roster. And the whole world wants to know, who does Bronxyboo Valescence think’ll stand by his side?”
Turning his head from side to side, Bronx pondered this for a moment. Then he flashed a smile.
VALESCENCE: “I’ll leave the prediction work up to the folks at ESPN. I think you or Caroline would be a fine representation of 4CW regardless. That’s going to be a special title, and and you better believe I will look at whoever wins that belt as an equal. Octane or not.”
Bronx extended his hand. Instead of directly shaking it, Vossler stares at it for a moment and then soffs.
VOSSLER: “Win, lose or impossible draw… I will make a fine representation for the toughness of 4CW as is, Valescence. Shaking hands does not mean building bridges for me, it means I create a future opportunity. For me. For you. Champion or not, you aim to stay the top dog and you do not need to be champion for that. I am top dog for Octane whether critics agree or not. Statistics do not lie. Bronx. So let me ask you, are you shaking the hand of who you think is a future champion in order for mutual respect or are you shaking the hand of who you think is going to do his best to be better than you, and be seen as a better wrestler and, if not better wrestler, a better champion than you so the competition finally begins?”
Keeping his hand extended, Bronx glanced down at it.
VALESCENCE: “If I didn’t want someone to push to be better than me, I wouldn’t be the champion right now. It’s why I’m here, to raise the bar, to make people better. If that isn’t your goal then you don’t need to be a champion. Call it mutual respect, call it me thinking you’ll be a future champion. The better you are and the harder you push? It means success in 4CW, and that is what I am all about.”
Vos smiles and finally shakes Bronx’ hand.
VOSSLER: “Then you have my respect. Don’t assume I’ll be rooting for you now when you face Manny though. Oddball as the guy is, I still want him to succeed. #VOSS2MANG holding all the gold would make one silly but crazy cool sight.”
He lets go before looking back to the hallway they walked through a moment ago.
VOSSLER: “I need to get ready for my match though. While you need to find your way to the hot seats. Back through that hallway. The staff will show you the way.”
Before Bronx can turn away however, Vossler stops him from turning by blocking his path with the back of his hand.
VOSSLER: “Hey. Put your money on me tonight. Make some change, why don’tcha?”
Smirking, Bronx pats his chest where his wallet is.
VALESCENCE: “I’ll see what I can do.”
Winking, Bronx walks away back towards where Vossler had pointed. Meanwhile Vos himself turns the other way, towards his locker room.
We fade out back to the view in the arena, as we see the crowd excited for the rest of the night.


“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, with a ten mile grin, bounds Cecilworth Farthington. Not long behind Farthington is the manager of the aristocratic, Dirk Dickwood. As Farthington stands atop the entranceway, The Manager of Champions, Dirk Dickwood presents his client to a crowd not exactly pleased to see either man.
DICKWOOD: “Let me show you how to introduce a talent in the PROPER WAY. Introducing first, hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, and standing at SIX FOOT THREE INCHES and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… HE IS GOD’S GIFT TO THE PROFESSION… THE FANCY MAN, MAH BOY, MAH MAN, HE IS CECILWORTH! FFAARRTTHHIINNGGTTOONN!!!”
The crowd reacts in some manner, WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY DO, as Cecilworth leans up against the turnbuckle, giving the crowd a big ole V for Victory, which is very Churchillian.
CAMPBELL: ”They should just let Dickwood announce everything. Already fired that big bitted bitch. Let Powers stay on Adrenaline. HASHTAG HIRE DICK!”
TAYLOR: ”You really think that’s the best hashtag to go with?”
LAWSON: ”We could debate Dirk Dickwood’s announcing abilities all day long, or we could talk about Cecilworth Farthington and whether or not he and his partner will be able to function together in this Dysfunctional match.”
The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain and Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly and stopping in the middle of the stage he pops the collar on his black denim vest allowing the strobe lights that are methodically flashing to the bass thump in the music drown him in mystery
“Judge me for what I am
The passage of death
You don’t play, you don’t win
You change nothing
You gain nothing
Everybody’s out from here on in”

POWERS: “Coming to the ring Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, this IS, BRYAN LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”
As he reaches the apron of the ring he turns to put his back on the apron and stare back at the entrance ramp that he had just walked down. Throwing his hands up in the air as the chorus hits and the lights simultaneously travel to him in a spot light that he basks in with his eyes closed he then smiles before sliding into the ring on his stomach and makes eye contact with the nearest camera for a bit longer than most would before hopping to his feet and duplicating what he did outside on the apron by leaning against the ropes.
TAYLOR: ”Kaelan Quinn, Jeb Fisher and Amirai Reilly have already won the first three tag team dysfunction matches. Will Cecil or, perhaps, his partner Bryan Laughlin be the ones to walk away the winner here?”
LAWSON: ”If you’re asking me, I don’t think so. I think Tornado Desencadenado is the most underrated superstar on the Octane roster. And I think the abuse that Bryan Laughlin goes through week in and week out is beginning to catch up with him when he faces top caliber opponents.”
POWERS: “From Metairie, Louisiana, and weighing two hundred thirty-five pounds: TORNADO DDEESSEENNCCAADDEENNAADDOO!!!”
The guitar riff to “Blow Me Away” cues up on the venue’s speakers. Tornado walks out from behind the curtain and does several “chain-breaker” warm ups. Afterwards he bounds back and forth across the stage; encouraging the fans to cheer louder. Tornado then jogs down the ramp, slapping any offered hands. When he reaches the ring apron he rolls inside, pops to his feet, and does a couple of spins around the center of the ring with his arms outstretched. Finally, he takes his right fist and thumps the left side of his chest three times.
TAYLOR: ”There’s the man that dethroned Queen Caroline two weeks ago.”
LAWSON: ”The woman who looked invincible got hit by a Tornado she never saw coming.”
CAMPBELL: ”Kinda like Joplin.”
The arena darkens and the soft opening notes of “Sirius” brings the crowd to their feet. A series of overhead spotlights hit the stage, and from the back Alex Kincaid strides into the aisle. The Bullet King holds both fists high in the air before taking a step forward and swinging a mock punch toward the camera. From the back, Alyssa Kincaid walks out next to her husband. He looks back over his shoulder as she offers him some encouragement while he’s announced to the ring.
POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds…from Bearing, Alberta….he is The Bullet King… ALEX KKIINNCCAAIIDD!!!”
Kincaid walks down the aisle. From the barricades, the crowd reaches out for him but he seems oblivious to it. His eyes are locked on the ring with steely focus. Alyssa plays to the crowd though, waving her arms to pump them up and slapping hands with a few of them. Kincaid climbs the steps and walks the length of the apron, climbing the buckles. He rests his foot on the top rope and raises one finger high in the air, standing in near superhero pose high above the people. He hops to the ring and pulls off his robe, handing it to Alyssa through the ropes before heading to the corner to stretch and warm up.
TAYLOR: ”Jesus Christ, Chris, people lost in a lot in that Tornado when it hit a few years ago.”
CAMPBELL: ”Well, Caroline lost a lot of credibility when this one hit her two weeks ago.”
LAWSON: ”Anyway! Here we go ladies and gentlemen. The fourth Tag Team Dysfunction match of the evening begins NOW!”

Beginning of the Match: The match begins with Laughlin and Alex Kincaid in the ring together, while Cecil and Tornado remain in their respective corners. Laughlin starts the assault early, grabbing the bullet king and whipping him into the corner. Taking off at a sprint, Laughlin leapt into the air just as Kincaids back slammed into the turnbuckle pads, crashing down into him with a body splash. With a quick belly to belly suplex, Laughlin grounded Kincaid and then quickly tagged Cecil in who raced across the ring and drove his forearm into Tornado’s face before turning his attention back to Alex who was getting back up to his feet. A running knee to the temple dropped Kincaid back down to the mat as Cecil was quick to tag Laughlin back in, showing a surprising bit of teamwork in the early going portion of the match. Scooping Kincaid back up, Laughlin nails DUMP’D, disposing of Kincaid into a seated position in the corner before moving across to the opposite side of the ring. Outside the ring, Tornado climbs back up onto the ring apron only to be knocked down again as Laughlin came near. Desencadenado flies from the apron and slams into the barricade as Laughlin turns, running back across the ring. BURNING RIVER LEAP connects flush with Kincaid. Laughlin scrambles to his feet and drags Kincaid out of the corner, covering for the pin.

TAYLOR: ”Short work made of Alex Kincaid.”
LAWSON: ”These kind of matches make competitors uneasy, it’s why we’ve seen so many wrestlers go out without really getting their footing tonight.”
CAMPBELL: ”Or it could be that they’re just shit, especially Alex Kincaid.”
Middle of the Match: Outside the ring, as Alex rolls out and heads to the back, Tornado looks none to pleased that his partner was eliminated without getting in any kind of assault at all. Not unfamiliar with the odds being against him, however, Tornado rolls back into the ring as Laughlin tags Cecil back into the match. Back and forth the two battle, with Tornado showing off technical precision with multiple arm drag takedowns which eventually lead to him holding onto the last one and torquing on the right arm of Cecil Farthington. Farthington works his way back to his feet and manages to roll through the wrist lock that tornado had, flipping Desencadenado onto his back. Quickly Tornado kips up and catches Cecil across the face with an enziguri. As Cecil falls he manages to tag Laughlin into the match. Bryan, still fresh, steps through the ropes and is met with a stiff chop to the chest which only makes him smile. This is a guy who earlier in the week had gone through a C4 Deathmatch. A little knife edge chop wasn’t going to be enough to faze him. Returning fire, Laughlin drives Tornado back into the opposite corner, driving an elbow squarely into his forehead. As Tornado stumbles out of the corner, Laughlin wraps around behind him looking for DUMP’D once again, but Tornado has it scouted and twists his way out of hit, spinning Laughlin around and driving him down into the mat with a DDT. Both men lay there for a moment, collecting themselves and trying to catch their breath as Cecil hangs, arms draped over the top rope from his corner.
LAWSON: ”Tornado fighting for his life and he’s at a disadvantage, two on one.”
TAYLOR: ”We’ve got one of those coming up right after this match is over, too. I think REDD THUNDER stands a bit more of a chance than Tornado does, though.”
CAMPBELL: ”Who cares? The most important thing Octane needs to do tonight is… HASHTAG HIRE DICK!”
End of the Match: Laughlin and Tornado get back to their feet at the same time, slowly. Finding their way uneasily to the middle of the ring they begin to land punches back and forth, not bothering to try and block the strikes of the other person. Tornado eventually grabs Bryan and lifts him up into the air, high above his head, before dropping him down face first on the mat. Laughlin lands hard and instinctively rolls away, crawling toward his corner in search of a tag but as he reaches out, Cecil mysteriously happens to be looking the other way, conversing with Dirk Dickwood. Meanwhile, Tornado kneels down across the ring and waits for Laughlin to stand back up. As Bryan stands, Tornado sprints across the ring and catches Laughlin flush with CYCLONE SMASH! Crumbling to the mat, Tornado looks to go for a pin but Cecil slips into the ring and connects with a kick to Tornado’s stomach, lifting him up in the air immediately after and stalling before dropping him squarely on his head with a stalling brain buster. Farthington quickly pops back up and grabs Laughlin, dragging him across Tornado and leaving him there as the referee slides in to count the pinfall.

Wasting absolutely no time, Cecil moves toward Laughlin and drags him off of Tornado, rolling him over onto his back as he’s still quite clearly has his bell rung from the corkscrew forearm smash. Surprised, the referee slides in again and counts the pinfall attempt.

LAWSON: ”You know his name is Dirk, right? Dirk Dickwood?”
TAYLOR: ”I actually just looked. It’s not trending at all. But you know what is trending? Cecilworth Farthingtons stock after that victory.”
LAWSON: ”Stole it right out from under the nose of Bryan Laughlin. Tough break for him. We’re going backstage for just a minute folks, we’ll be right back.”

Backstage at Octane, we see a broom, known as Broom..who for some reason has been traveling with him and his tag partner Darryl Walker, leaning up against a wall, with a microphone taped to it. After a few awkward moments of this unsettling image, we hear the silence of the scene broken by the sound of a flashing toilet. The nearby door flies open, and out walks a shirtless REDD Thunder. Still sporting his wrestling tights and that stupid red “War Mask” he always wears, he scratches the side of his belly and saunters his massive frame next to Broom.
He turns to Broom, and is nodding his head as if he is having a conversation with the inanimate object.
Redd turns back….and after a second or two, he shakes his head and, I guess interrupts the Broom in his interview.
He holds up there fingers….two on his left and one on his right…
Thunder flexes his shirtless and impressive frame into the camera for an awkward amount of time before turning and speaking back into the mic that Broom is holding.
Thunder flexes again and then looks around, confused, before exiting stage left, leaving Broom behind.


POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following no holds barred handicap match is scheduled for one fall!”
Immediately the lights cut off in the arena and static hits over “Supposed to Be” by Icon For Hire’s intro before the song opens up. Smoke fills the arena as a bright yellow light hits a bed that raises with Zion strapped to it. As the first verse of the song opens up, Zion breaks the straps off and begins twirling around with a mask on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp looking psychotic to the fans in the arena.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring first… ZZIIOONN!!!”
As he makes it up to the ring, he slides in and crawls around before removing the mask with a sadistic smile on his face, laughing hysterically. He leaps up before grabbing his face and shaking the ropes as he awaits his opponent.

As the second verse was said the lights came on and Keegan Ryan is standing on the entrance ramp which gave the crowds a real heated reaction as Keegan just shrugged his shoulder and walked down the ramp.
“You can cut me, knife me, shoot me, jab me carve me up and stab me but you’ll never defeat me,
You can shoot me, blast me, gun me down, try to put me underground you’ll never defeat me,
I’ve got an army on my back and if we’re under attack you better be fucking ready,
Undeniable unity in the metal community and we’re coming to bury”

POWERS: “Coming down to the ring, from Santa Fe, New Mexico, weighing at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is ‘The New Mexico Madman’, KEEGAN RRYYAANN!!!”
He continued on down the ramp as he stopped to look at the fan who is giving him hell. He flipped that fan off as he gave a big smirk as he walked off from that fan.
“Fuck peace and quiet, let’s start a riot
Psycho or psychotic, let’s start a riot
Fuck peace be violent, let’s start a riot
Psycho or psychotic, get nuts and start a riot”

He walked up the steel stairs he went through the second rope. He walked over to the left turnbuckle as he stands there soaking in all the booing the crowds are giving him as he waits on.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
The Lights go dark and the arena is silent until the sound of an approaching storm is heard, Suddenly a thunderclap breaks the silence. All that Remains “The Thunder Rolls” starts to play and slowly, methodically, a mountain of man known as REDD THUNDER slowly makes from backstage. His head is covered with a black towel. He walks with authority, and it feels as if the arena shakes with each step.
POWERS: ”Entering the arena, at a weight of four hundred and five pounds, hailing from… *he sighs and rolls his eyes* …haling from the Foothills of Mount Olympus… He is known by many names, by many people, but tonight we know him as… REDD TTHHUUNNDDEERR!!!”
REDD THUNDER pulls his towel off his head and throws it on the ground before making his way to the side ring steps. He walks up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before entering the ring. He beats his chest and yells something, we aren’t exactly sure what before grabbing the ring rope and stretching his arms.
LAWSON: ”The match type is in ladies and gentlemen. As all heard moments ago from Mike Powers, this handicap match will be no holds barred.”
CAMPBELL: ”As if being a handicap match was enough to stack the odds against Redd Thunder, now the man has to walk into this two on one match with no rules whatsoever.”
TAYLOR: ”Can you really claim that Redd is at a disadvantage here? Both Zion and Keegan combined nearly match what Redd weighs.”
LAWSON: ”In terms of weight this thing may be close but Redd is up against two people. He doesn’t have eyes both in the front and back of his head.”
TAYLOR: ”Even is Redd outweighed the combined weight of both men, this thing is by no means fair for him.”
CAMPBELL: ”Zion and Keegan have the numbers. Redd is a big boy, but if these two can put him down and keep him down, his size isn’t going to help him.”

Beginning of the Match: Charging the big man together, both Keegan and Zion run right into Redd’s arms as he catches them by surprise with a double clothesline bursting forward from the corner. After being put down by Redd, the two quickly popped back to their feet and went to the ropes in unison. Rushing in for another joint effort attack, the two get leveled as Redd strikes with a double shoulder block, splitting the two and sending them to the mat in opposite direction. Clearly having the size advantage over each of his opponents, Redd quickly gained control of the match. The first few minutes of the match involved bodies flying from one side of the ring to the other as Redd launched them like lawn darts. With no weapons in the ring, Redd continued to fight clean, using nothing but his size and thunderous power to his favor. Focusing on Zion, Keegan found an opening to exit the ring and grab a chair from ringside. Sliding back into the ring unnoticed, Keegan snuck up behind Redd and cracked the chair across the back of Redd’s head. The single chair shot alone didn’t phase the beast, but after two more hits to the skull, Redd finally dropped to his knees. After helping Zion back to his feet, Keegan then laid into Redd once more with the chair, finally putting the big man down face first to the mat.
CAMPBELL: ”For a moment there I thought Redd was going to obliterate these two with ease.”
TAYLOR: ”All it took was a chair shot to the back of the head and Keegan was able to turn it around. Well… two, three, maybe four shots with the chair.”
LAWSON: ”This is where things begin to get tough for the big man in the ring. There isn’t much that anyone can do against two people wielding weapons.”
Middle of the Match: After minutes of the pair keeping Redd down to the mat, Zion finally introduced a table into the match. Propping it up against the corner of the ring, he then went on the hunt again, this time finding a second table conveniently placed at ringside specifically for this match. Setting the table up in the center of the ring, Zion then joined in beside Keegan who continued pounding down onto Redd with the steel chair. The two then combined their strengths and lifts four hundred pounds of dead weight up from the canvas before dragging it to the nearby corner. Leaning Redd against the table in the corner, the two then dragged the other table a few feet and placed it in front of Redd. Dropping down to his hands and knees, Zion waited in front of the table as Keegan went to the corner opposite of Redd. With the chair in hand, Keegan then raced across the ring and stepped onto Zion’s back, using it as a step to step up onto the table. Leaping off the table into mid-air, Keegan maneuvered the chair in front of him before kicking his feet forward and slamming the chair into Redd’s face, while shattering the table he was leaning against as the weight of both men plowed against it. Keegan dropped to the mat as Redd leaned against the corner covered in wood particles. Pulling Redd away from the corner, Zion then rolled him up onto the standing table before turning to the corner and climbing to the top. Leaping from the top of the corner, Zion came down onto Redd with a legdrop, causing the table supporting Redd’s weight to completely snap in half! Crawling over to the mess, Keegan covered Redd as the official swept in beside them with the count.

With the officials hand just an inch away from the canvas, Redd lifted Keegan into the air, bench pressing him before throwing him a few feet to the side. Before Redd could even begin to climb back to his feet, he looked up only to catch a clear shot of the chair crashing into his face as Zion swung down on him from above!
TAYLOR: ”These two are putting Redd through Hell right now!”
LAWSON: ”I’m still shocked that the table didn’t collapse like it did the last time we saw Redd on one.”
TAYLOR: ”If Keegan and Zion can keep this momentum they should be able to put Redd away eventually.”
CAMPBELL: ”Eventually? How much more punishment can the behemoth take?”
LAWSON: ”That’s a very good question!”
End of the Match: Bloodied and battered, Redd remains on the mat as both Keegan and Zion continue to assault him, now both with a chair in their hands. Pulling the big man up from the mat together, they then lock onto each of his wrists. Pulling with all of their strength, they attempt to send Redd to the ropes but Redd refuses to budge. Instead, Redd then pulls both men back and slams them together, connecting both of their heads to one another. Keegan drops down to one knee and as he does, Redd releases his arm and then grabs onto Zion, pulling him in closer with both. Wrapping his arms around Zion, Redd then lifts him into the air and belly to belly suplexes him on top of one of the chairs lying on the mat. Pushing himself up in a rage, Redd then turns to Keegan who is right there swinging in his direction. Catching Keegan’s arm, Redd then pulls him into a short-arm clothesline. Not letting go of Keegan’s arm, Redd pulls him up from the mat and then lifts him up onto his shoulders. Falling back, Redd drops Keegan across the other chair with a Samoan drop! Grabbing onto both Keegan and Zion’s heads, Redd lifts them back to their feet. Not letting either man go, Redd then begins slamming their heads into one another over and over. After nearly forcing the two to headbutt each other a dozen times, Redd pushes Zion away, sending him falling to the mat. Whipping Keegan to the ropes, Redd braces himself and as Keegan comes back on the return, Redd lifts him up into the air before slamming him back down to the mat with a pop-up powerbomb! With Keegan laid out, Redd then walks over to Zion who is on his stomach. Standing over him, Redd squats down and wraps both arms around Zion’s waist, connecting his hands underneath his body. Deadlifting Zion off the mat, Redd drives him head first into the mat with a German suplex. With Zion’s head near the corner, Redd then climbs up to the middle ropes. Bouncing up and down a few times, he then hops backwards, falling straight down onto Zion’s chest with a Banzai Drop! Sitting in place with Zion’s shoulders to the mat, Redd nods his head with the officials count as his hand slaps the canvas.

LAWSON: ”There you have it! Redd has overcome the odds and has won a match that was favored for his opponents.”
TAYLOR: ”I don’t know if I would say it was favored for them to win. Sure, they had the numbers but Redd has the superhuman strength of a thousand men.”
CAMPBELL: ”You two can bicker back and forth about who did what and what was unfair, at the end of the day Redd Thunder is your winner here which I didn’t doubt a single bit!”
“The Thunder Rolls” hits the speakers as Redd rises to his feet. Stepping in beside him, the official then struggles as he lifts Redd’s heavy arm into the air.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… REDD TTHHUUNNDDEERR!!!”


“Gunslinger” by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the public address system as Jimmy Walker emerges from the backstage area, quite content with how the first super show has gone so far. Now, all that needed to be done was to reveal what the surprise match was going to be.
WALKER: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a special night for the Octane Brand in the midst of our first super show, Emergence. We’ve seen new faces begin to establish themselves, we’ve seen familiar faces wage war against one another, and every single minute of it has been in honor of the Arizona Assassin himself, Adrien Tanner Junior. He was a man known for pulling out all the stops and, in heart stopping fashion, plucking victory from defeat. And so, tonight, we’re going to offer the four winners of our Tag Team Dysfunction matches the opportunity to establish themselves as the number one contender for the Octane Championship from tonight into the foreseeable future. Will it be Vossler or Caroline O’Hara Burchill who claims that glorious championship as their own? All of that and more will be revealed. But now, in our final Tag Team Dysfunction match of the evening, Kaelan Quinn and Jeb Fisher will team up together to face the likes of Amirai Reilly and Cecilworth Farthington. Good luck.”
With a wave of his cowboy hat, Jimmy disappeared backstage.
POWERS: “The following contest is an elimination Tag Team Dysfunction match and is to determine the number one contender for the Octane Championship….”
The beginning beat to “Hang me High” begins to play as Kaelan Quinn appears from behind the curtain with a cheer to meet the ones coming from the crowd. She stands on the top of the ramp soaking up all the cheers before she begins to speed walk her way down the ramp. Slapping fans hands as she goes.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland, KAELAN QQUUIINNNN!!!”
Kaelan stops at the bottom of the ramp and bounces on her feet before taking off at a run to slide under the ropes. Sliding into the ring and rising up off her knees, flipping her long hair back as she does. Walking to the ropes to lean over them and throw her hands in the air to pose before hopping off as the music fades out and she begins to pace and stretch getting ready for the match.
TAYLOR: ”I’ve got my Baelin Club shirt on order. Those things are hard to get. People are really into Laughlin and Kae.”
CAMPBELL: ”She’s alright. Chubby thighs and a big bird beak. Average talent. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
LAWSON: ”The big deal is that she won the 4 Corners Frenzy, came out of the first tag team dysfunction match of the night victorious and now has a shot at becoming our number one contender. I’d say she’s just a little bit more than average.”
The Loud and Melodic guitar chords of “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana strum out throughout the arena. After a few moments Jeb Fisher pushes his way out through the black curtains, a shark like smile on his face – he violently shakes his head. Slapping himself in the side of the skull a few times before turning his attention to Bob Fisher who was hobbling his way out of the back. Bob was shouting off random shit talking and hyping up his boy Jeb. Jeb’s tongue flicks out of his mouth before he sets his sights on the arena pointing to it and marching down the ramp.
As Jeb makes it down to the ring he stops, waiting for Bob to walk up the steels steps and enter through the middle rope. Bob then does the unthinkable and snatches the microphone away from powers. He stands in the middle of the ring and gets a sickening grin on his face before putting the microphone up to his lips.
Bob throws down the microphone and Jeb jumps up onto the ring apron before quickly going in through the middle rope. He bounces around the ring a few times stretching out his muscles and punching himself in the face with what seem to be vicious blows. Jeb then lets out a manacle, yet full of himself laugh followed by him beating on his chest. Bob smirks to himself as Jeb gets comfertable in his corner, with Kaelan looking at him warily.
CAMPBELL: ”Even if she is above average, she’s no Jeb Fisher. She’s no Cecilworth Farthington.”
TAYLOR: ”You always do such a nice job of putting misogyny on display, Chris. Complete overlooked the fact that Amirai Reilly is in this match too.”
LAWSON: ”She is, indeed, but Jeb Fisher is no slouch. He’s an angry man who feels he’s been screwed on more than one occasion. I wouldn’t want to be standing in his way, personally.”
Lights in blue bathe the crowd, interspersed with white flashes as chanting fills the air and feminine silhouettes dance gracefully, ominously in the flashes of light to the opening strains of ‘Silence’ by Delirium featuring Sarah McLachlan.
“Give me release… Witness me…
I am outside… Give me peace…”

More musical interlude as the crowd murmurs in cobalt immersed anticipation.
“Heaven holds a sense of wonder… and I wanted to believe
That I’d get caught up… when the rage in me subsides”

Amid the dancing shadows and flashes of light, a petite figure stands in the entranceway drawing mixed reaction from those still unsure what to make of her.
POWERS: “On her way to the ring- she hails from Atlantic City, New Jersey. Weighing in at one hundred twenty-two pounds, she is… AMIRAI ‘SOLITAIRE’ RREEIILLLLEEYY!!!”
Amirai sweeps her full length jacket to one side theatrically as she finally makes her way towards the ring staying central to the ramp and out of range of waving hands.
“In this white wave
I am sinking… in this silence
In this white wave… in this silence
I believe”

Straining vocals prelude Amirai sliding beneath the bottom rope and her casual saunter leads her across the canvas and to the furthest corner where she scales up to the second turnbuckle, gazing out across the crowd without much further flourish than another sweeping motion of the bottom of her jacket.
TAYLOR: ”Two women representing the roster in the headline match, I couldn’t be more proud of these two ladies.”
CAMPBELL: ”Bah. Amirai has had enough chances. This is Jeb and Cecil’s moment.”
LAWSON: ”Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But in order to get to this point Amirai had to overcome a former Fate champion and a former Extreme champion. She’s no slouch either.”
“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, with a ten mile grin, bounds Cecilworth Farthington. Not long behind Farthington is the manager of the aristocratic, Dirk Dickwood. As Farthington stands atop the entranceway, The Manager of Champions, Dirk Dickwood presents his client to a crowd not exactly pleased to see either man.
DICKWOOD: “Let me show you how to introduce a talent in the PROPER WAY, BOB. Introducing last but not least, hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, and standing at SIX FOOT THREE INCHES and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… HE IS GOD’S GIFT TO THE PROFESSION… THE FANCY MAN, MAH BOY, MAH MAN, HE IS CECILWORTH FFAARRTTHHIINNGGTTOONN!!!”
The crowd reacts in some manner, WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY DO, as Cecilworth leans up against the turnbuckle, giving the crowd a big ole V for Victory, which is very Churchillian.
TAYLOR: ”Oh god not this again.”
LAWSON: ”Lets not even mess with that, Rachel. Let’s just get things underway, shall we?”

Beginning of the Match: The match starts off quickly with Amirai Reilly and Kaelan Quinn in the ring together. The construction cone haired woman from Ireland gets the early advantage, tackling Amirai to the mat and driving punches into her face. Amirai manages to escape and tag Cecilworth in, but Kaelan quickly dispatches him through the ropes with a dropkick the moment he got into the ring. The crowd applauds briefly as Cecilworth and Amirai regroup, deciding to tag her back into the match. Reilly immediately takes the fight back to Kaelan, driving her back into her corner and lowering her shoulder, ramming it into Kaelan’s abdomen. Fisher tags himself into the match by slapping Kaelan’s back, stepping through the ropes and pulling Amirai off by her hair, slamming the back of her head down to the mat. Unhappy with being tagged out of the match, Kaelan steps out of the ring and then immediately slaps Jeb on the back and steps back into the ring, shouting at him to get out. Amirai, while Kaelan is yelling at her partner, pulls Kaelan down into a roll up.

Kaelan manages to kick out and pops up to her feet in a fury. Amirai ducks under the initial strike and halts, flipping over and trying to connect with a Pele kick but Kaelan scouts it and side steps out of the way, leaving Amirai to crash back down to the mat harshly. Quickly, Kaelan pulls Amirai up to her feet before booting her in the stomach and locking her arms around Amirai’s neck before taking off toward the nearby corner. PRICE PAID! Amirai Reilly is laid out while Kaelan bursts to her feet, flying across the ring to blast Cecilworth off the ring apron before turning her attention back to Amirai and going for the cover.

TAYLOR: ”And then there were three left standing, fighting for an opportunity to face Vossler or Caroline after Emergence. Who will walk out victorious.”
LAWSON: ”You have to think that it’s Kaelan Quinn right? After her showing in the Frenzy and then the revelation that the man who distracted her and cost her that match has been fired. All signs point to her.”
CAMPBELL: ”Are you kidding me?! Jeb Fisher and Cecil Farthington stand in her way. This isn’t Mariano Fernandez and Luke Jones we’re talking about. These are two ACTUAL wrestlers. Not a video game nerd and a worthless fuckboy.”
Middle of the Match: Kaelan stands, waiting for Cecilworth to get back into the ring. In her corner Jeb Fisher stews while Bob Fisher slaps him on the leg and draws his attention briefly for a conversation. Cecil climbs back up onto the apron, with Dirk Dickwood giving him instructions. Farthington steps into the ring and as Kaelan steps towards him, Fisher steps through the ropes and spins Kaelan back in his direction.
LAWSON: ”What the hell?!”
Not expecting it, Kaelan eats a boot to the stomach and then absorbs the jumping pile driver finisher that Jeb Fisher is so effective with. The crowd sits in stunned silence, the cackles of Bob Fisher echoing throughout the arena as Dirk Dickwood shouts at Cecil to cover Kaelan which he obliges as Jeb smirks and steps back through the ropes.

Fisher is immediately in the ring, charging after Cecil who is back up and standing ready to fight just in time. He catches fisher with an overhead belly to belly suplex, bouncing right back up as Fisher crashes to the mat hard. Jeb pushes himself back up, snarling and charges Cecil again, catching him with a clothesline that Farthington somehow didn’t see coming. Quickly, Cecil crawls on his hands and knees over to the ropes and uses them to start to pull himself up. Just as he gets to a standing position, Jeb charges at him but Cecil drops, pulling the top rope down with him and sending Fisher tumbling over the top and down to the floor outside the ring. Bob quickly rushes around to check on him while Dirk Dickwood claps happily for his man.
TAYLOR: ”That’s twice that Kaelan has been absolutely screwed out of a championship opportunity.”
LAWSON: ”Injustice is part of the business, though. We know this. Sometimes luck just isn’t on your side, even if you are Irish.”
CAMPBELL: ”Injustice? Screwed? Jeb Fisher did what he needed to do to make sure when the numbers went from three to two, he was one of the two still standing. Hate him if you want to, he’s one step closer to the Octane Championship now.”
End of the Match: Jeb recovers outside the ring slowly but surely, finally managing to get back to his feet and wave his pops off before pulling himself up onto the ring apron and stepping back through the ropes with a smile on his face. Cecil swings wildly but misses and Jeb follows up with a quick knee to the abdomen, pulling Cecil into a pile driver position. Farthington manages to wiggle free though and shove Jeb forward into the corner where he catches himself and turns, only to eat a superkick to the jaw that drops Jeb to a knee. Farthington quickly follows up and latches on to Jeb’s head, looking to drive him down to the mat with an implant DDT but at the last second Jeb manages to shove Cecil away from him, knocking the referee down at the same time. As Cecil pushes himself back up, Jeb stalks him closely. Farthington eats another boot to the stomach and then, quickly, Jeb wraps him up once more. This time Farthington doesn’t wiggle free as Jeb sets him up and jumps… ABANDON ALL HOPE! But the referee is still down. Glaring, Jeb makes his way over to the downed man and shakes him, trying to help him clear the cobwebs and shake the stars he was seeing free.
Unseen by Bob, Kaelan never returned to the backstage area and senses her opportunity to get revenge. Sliding into the ring as Jeb checks on the referee, Kaelan charged at him, hooking his hands around Jeb’s neck before running and dragging him toward the corner. PRICE PAID! Fisher is laid out in the middle of the ring. Farthington is laid out in the middle of the ring. Kaelan stands with a grin on her face and points at Bob before pulling Farthington over and draping his arm across the chest of Jeb Fisher. She then shakes the referee and helps him back over to where the two men are laying before rolling herself out of the ring and beginning to back up the entrance ramp. The referee sees the predicament and has no other choice but to count as Bob screams from outside the ring.

TAYLOR: ”What? But I thought there was no such thing as an injustice or being screwed? I thought sometimes luck just wasn’t on your side, Chris? Kaelan just did what she needed to do.”
LAWSON: ”Jeb screws Kaelan. Kaelan screws Jeb. And in the end it’s Cecilworth Farthington that benefits from it. Our main event is coming up here in just a minute but we’re going to take things backstage. See you in a few, folks.”

The camera cuts one more time backstage, where Vossler is making the final preparations for his match just about to begin. Behind him, however, the sound of a familiar voice is heard…
FERNANDEZ: “Hey yo.”
Vossler turns around, to see his #VOSS2MANG partner, Mariano Fernandez, standing at his back.
VOSSLER: “Manny? What are you doing here?”
FERNANDEZ: “How you doing, mang. Figured I’d see my partner before the most important match of the night yet. What kind of partner would I be otherwise?”
VOSSLER: “I… well… You’d be a bad kind of partner I suppose. But you usually don’t show up to the Octane shows so, hence the surprise. Not often I get to impress all of the people i feel like I need to keep impressed all at once.”
Manny smirks, but shrugs off Vos’s comment.
FERNANDEZ: “Listen, chico. Here we are, both you and I, contenders for the most important titles in the wrestling world’s number one promotion right now – and JUST qualified for the biggest tag team tournament it has held in its three-year illustrious history. For someone who was considered a joke just a month before and someone in 4CW’s newest show, mang” (he shrugs and gives his trademark trollface grin) “I’d have to say that’s no small feat, wouldn’t you say?”
Vossler scoffs and quickly looks up and down at Mariano.
VOSSLER: “Are you done bragging or was that one about me? Kidding of course, kidding. But yeah I understand. I didn’t make the strongest first impression imaginable but now’s the time to prove it. The tag team qualifier was a cakewalk though, you know this.”
FERNANDEZ: “Now don’t get me wrong, chico. It’s a HUGE gamble we’re both making, as VOSS2MANG, and for our own parts. But if I KNOW something about you is that you are one TOUGH son of a bitch and wouldn’t go down without a god damned fight.” (Looking away) “Well, that and you KNOW how to god damned hit. Makin’ me regret I have to be your training partner ALL THE TIME!”
The two chuckle as the faint echo of “Stonefist” by HEALTH comes out from outside the Cabarrus Arena’s P.A. system. The two bump fists one more time before Manny interrupts Vossler from walking away.
FERNANDEZ: “Hey,, mang. You are STRONG, and not just because of your style. ‘Tis only one last step you have to take – go out there and show them you deserve to be Octane’s first champ.”
VOSSLER: “Y’know what?”
Vossler quickly chops Mariano’s chest one last time.
FERNANDEZ: “OW! God DAMNIT, MANG, save that for Caroline will you? GO GO GO!”
As Vossler turns around and leaves, Manny nods at him from behind his back.
FERNANDEZ: “… And Talos guide you.”


A heavy electronic droning sound blasts over the PA system, as Vossler’s new clips play over the big screens. The lights pulsate heavily in beat to the song that is Vossler’s new theme, ‘Stonefist’ by HEALTH. Red, blue, darkness. Red, blue, darkness. Over and over each matching the beat of the song.
Suddenly a figure is seen stepping on stage through the dark colors pulsating behind him, a dark one who spreads his arms to be greeted by spotlight the moment the song enters a quieter stage with singing. The figure is revealed to be Vossler who is wearing his usual ring attire with a fading checkered pattern on the left side of his tights, his kickpads having a similar pattern.
“And though we know how far we’ve come
We stay possessed by what we lost
And we both know, love’s not in our hearts”

Vossler paces down the ramp with his gaze set to the floor, not looking at anyone from the audience as part of his dark leather coat shines from the now dimmed spotlight shining down on him. His demeanor is calm and collected as always.
TAYLOR: “The tension in the air tonight, guys… is eerie.”
CAMPBELL: “I wouldn’t have expect any less from the two combatants we’re about to have fight over the right to be called the first ever Octane champion… but I have to agree with you here.”
LAWSON: “What do you expect? It’s no longer become just about who is going to become champion. It’s become about who the best is on the Octane roster. It’s become personal between these two. And we’re going to see it unleash. What a treat!”
Vossler has climbed through the ropes and twirls in the ring, taking a cross-legged seat in the center of the ring. For the first time he keeps the coat he wears on instead of throwing it to the audience members awaiting it.
“We’re never going backwards
We’re never growing young (not in our hearts)
We’re never coming back here
Remember, love’s not in our hearts”

The man in the center of the ring’s eyes have closed, as his seating changes and quickly allows him to get back to his feet. Vossler slowly steps backwards into the right corner from the hard-cam view as the music dies down. The lights slowly turn to their regular colours as well.
CAMPBELL: “Caroline Burchill keeping everyone waiting for a moment, building anticipation.”
LAWSON: “Vossler seems indifferent to it, he seems more focused on the coming match rather than entrances.”
The arena goes pitch black for a moment as the lights go out. Instinctively, the fans take out their phones, trying to use the little light source they have to see what exactly was going on.
TAYLOR: “What just happened?”
CAMPBELL: “Are we experiencing power issues right now?”
LAWSON: “Hopefully not. We have an important main event that’s ahead of us-”
Suddenly, a lone light appears in the center of the stage as the sounds of a choir can be heard throughout the arena. The hauntingly beautiful voices continue to rise as more lights appear on the stage. However, the lighting was red and black figures can be seen standing in each of them. A total of four of them were on the stage, save for the bright light in the middle that still shone on a bare part of the stage.
TAYLOR: “Well, this is definitely interesting.”
CAMPBELL: “You got that right.”
LAWSON: “Yeah. Gotta agree with you there.”
Eventually, another figure emerges from the dark and stalks there way into the center of the stage. Their head was low and their body language is neutral. One thing that’s noticeable is the diamond-encrusted robe that’s draped on their shoulders and the long train that flowed behind them. As the figure raises their head, the diamond skull mask that they’re wearing is seen. The other people along with them on stage mimics the head raising, and soon, the lights come back on as “Changed It” by Nicki Minaj featuring Lil Wayne blares throughout the entire arena.
CAMPBELL: “Oh yeah! THAT’S how a true leader of Octane should look! She is truly the Immaculate One!”
LAWSON: “Are you serious right now?”
Heading down the ramp, Caroline O’Hara Burchill presses on forward with her skull mask-clad crew behind her. She seemingly takes her time as she is slow in her stroll, glancing around the arena from time to time. As the group reaches the ring, the four followers go up in front of Caroline and kneels before her. Caroline simply nods as a way of acknowledging them before she went up the steps and got into the ring. In the center of it, Caroline and stands there and looks around. Of course, the fans boo.
TAYLOR: “This is certainly something extraordinary. Caroline does live up to the extravagance she exudes. She wants to be the face of Octane, and she definitely does have the look for it.”
LAWSON: “Certainly. However, Caroline has lost some of her momentum as a result of last Octane whereas Vossler is off of a major win to get here. We all saw how she was with that promotional piece she did. Seemed like it got under her.”
CAMPBELL: “Oh, shut up! So what if she lost? Besides, she made it clear earlier that one loss isn’t going to get to her, and she looks pretty damn good to me!”
LAWSON: “Can you just relax?”
CAMPBELL: “No, I’m not, because you keep disrespecting our Queen! As a matter of fact, she’s beyond that. She is our lord and savior!”
LAWSON: “I honestly can’t believe you sometimes…”
After soaking in the hatred from the crowd, Caroline’s hand slowly reaches up to her face and holds onto the mask. She removes it, revealing her signature smirk. She then turns her attention over to the nearest turnbuckle and scales it, raising her arm in the air and pointing to the fans as she jaw jacks them for a while. Eventually, she hops down and tosses the mask off to the side. She removes the rob as well, revealing an all-black version of her usual attire. However, the diamond theme isn’t completely done as the cameras captures close-ups of Caroline in the corner and, as she is crouched down in the corner, she bares her black mouth-guard that has the precious jewels on it.
CAMPBELL: “All these other women need to take lessons from Caroline. She looks like a beast.”
LAWSON: “At this point, you might as well tell everyone the kinds of dreams you have with this woman involved.”

The lights all dim to normal as the crowd quiets down in turn. Inside the ring we see the two competitors, the announcer, and the referee holding the Octane championship in both hands.
The crowd roars with cheers and whistles.
POWERS: “The following COOOOONNNTEEESTT… is scheduled for! ONE FALL!”

The crowd roars once again.
TAYLOR: “Drake is being the unusual hype man for tonight. How quaint!”
POWERS: “Introducing first! She weighs at one hundred and twenty pounds and stands five feet, four inches tall! She comes to us from Sydney, Australia! She is the Ace in Your Disgrace! The Killer Queen! The Immaculate One…”
Caroline Burchill steps out of her ring corner towards the center of the ring to receive thunderous boo’s, which Caroline basks in with arms spread. She talks some inaudible trash to the crowd before glancing over her shoulder to her opponent for the night.
The boo’s have become deafening as an evil smirk curls it’s way on the face of Burchill. She loves this. Her brand new all-black attire sparkles in the spotlights as she shows it off before quickly turning to Vossler and flicking her hair in his direction with a smug expression written on her face before she walks back into the shadows.
POWERS: “And her opponent! He has weighed in tonight at two hundred and nine pounds! He stands at six feet, one inch tall! Now residing in Concord, North Carolina! He is the KIIIIIINNNG OOOOF THE CIIIITYYY…”
The crowd cheers immensely for Caroline’s opponent, who steps forward in turn into the spotlight as his name is being bellowed out by Drake. Vossler spins and lands in a seated cross-legged position, leaning on his knees while his coat flies down to the mat in front of him. He bows his head to the crowd who receives the competitor with respect and love.
A roar from the audience with love as Vossler gets up and kicks the coat out of the ring, before stepping back into his own corner. This time the referee steps into the middle revealing the Octane Championship to the world.
It shines in the spotlights, the gems sparkling wonderfully. Both competitors look at it as Caroline smirks. Vossler remains expressionless. The belt is shown to each competitor once more before being handed out and placed on a platform outside of the ring.
The referee returns to the center of the ring before gesturing to both competitors with the question if they are ready. Vossler quickly strafes into the corner opposite of Caroline before the bell is rung and the match gets underway!

CAMPBELL: “And the match deciding the fate of the Octane Championship is now underway! Who will go home with the gold!?”
TAYLOR: “Who will show the world that they’re the ones to represent the Octane roster!”
LAWSON: “But most importantly guys, who will prove they’re the best?”
Even as the bell has rung, the two calmly remain in their respective corners. The two eye each other down carefully as Caroline begins a slow side-step on her side of the ring to start some movement in this match. Vossler himself simply walks directly opposite of her, keeping his head turned to her. As Burchill steps forward so does Vossler as the two approach each other for the first lock-up of the match! Power is visibly in the favor of Vossler but Burchill shifts and twists Vossler’s arm around his back into a hammerlock. Carefully Vossler turns around to free his arm again but has the same arm pulled in and is thrown overhead as Burchill drops down for an arm drag. She holds the arm and rolls with the drop to roll Vossler over onto his belly as the attempts to wrench the arm. But Vossler rolls through and pushes himself off the mat to land back on his feet, quickly spinning around and hitting Burchill’s leg as she stands up with a kick that drops her to a knee quickly. She recovers momentarily as Vossler steps back to reassess the situation. As Vossler aims to lock up again Burchill drops her arms and quickly throws a kick to the gut that leads into a side-headlock. She wrenches it once before lowering her arm and spinning around to throw Vossler overhead with an inverted headlock takeover to which Vossler lands on his feet! He wiggles his head loose and pulls Caroline in for a quick snap German Suplex that rolls Burchill backwards onto her knee. Vossler quickly gets up and attempts to grapple Caroline who trips him with a drop-toe hold. Vossler lands with his head over the middle rope as Burchill wastes little time pushing it down with the healthy knee. The crowd boo’s but the referee counts!
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Caroline releases and steps back with her hands raised acting like an angel. Vossler coughs momentarily but has no time to catch his breath as he is pulled back up to his feet. Caroline grabs his head and arm as she swings Vossler around for a neckbreaker whilst maintaining wrist control, turning him back over and pulling him back to his feet. She spins him around and drops him once again with now an Arm Trap neckbreaker. She remains on the mat parralel to Vossler before rolling over backwards. She mounts him like an MMA fighter and quickly tries to lock in a guillotine choke that is blocked by Vossler. He rolls over into her guard with his head stuck under her arm. In this position he finds a way to get to his feet. With one hand pushing up from the mat and with power he quickly lifts Caroline overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex! Vossler does not bridge as he quickly rolls back over to his knees and looks at Caroline closing and opening her hands to regain feeling in her arms. He quickly grabs her wrist and head to pull her back to her feet as he whips her into the corner. She hits the pads with a thud and as quickly met with a slap across the chest!

The sound rings through the arena as Caroline tries to arch forward to make it easier to breathe but is cut off by Vossler. He quickly throws a kick across her chest to worsen the damage and follows it up with a stomp to her leg that sends her into a seated position. One stomp is followed up by a flurry of forearm smashes to the side of Burchill’s head before Vossler pushes off and runs into the opposite corner. He hits it and uses the recoil to send himself back off to the corner that Caroline is seated it before leaping into the air for a dropkick! But Caroline dives out of the way and Vossler hits nothing but turnbuckle with his entire body, hurting his arm in the process. He quickly gets back to his feet but Caroline uses the opportunity to jump into the air for an enzuigiri that hits Vossler’s arm instead of the head! The kick drops Vossler to a knee. Within moments she sprints to him before jumping on him and turning Vossler’s head into the mat with a DDT! She lifts his head up from the mat slightly as she places her leg across the throat of Vossler and her other leg behind his head! The modified Gogoplata choke with Burchill’s shin! Vossler is trying to turn but with Caroline’s weight fully pushing down and her arms providing leverage to keep balanced on top he slowly turns a shade of crimson!
TAYLOR: “The Gogoplata! This looks so dangerous!”
LAWSON: “It is by far not a traditional Gogoplata by any means but both competitors must pull out whatever it takes to get the win! And Caroline is pulling out this original!”
Finally Vossler manages to turn his body with his legs towards turnbuckles as he ‘walks’ up to the second one and pushes himself off, rolling over Caroline and landing on his knees as he quickly pulls her arms up over her back! He tries to lift her up for the Tiger Driver! The Waxed Wings finishing move but Caroline resists! Instead, Vossler’s focus switches as he lifts her off her feet and turns her in mid air for a Tiger Bomb! He holds her legs to his shoulders as the referee dives for a one count that barely hits, as Vossler powers her body up again and transitions her into a samoan drop-position. Instead of falling backwards, Vossler throws her overhead and bends his knee to have the back of her head and neck hit the point of his knee! Ushigoroshi! He holds on to the head to bring her into a seated position as the crowd knows what’s coming. They cheer as the slapping sound of Vossler’s leg connecting with the back of Caroline Burchill fills the arena. A loud ‘OOOOHH’ is heard collectively from the audience which Vossler smiles to. He quickly drops down into a cover to check the damage.

Caroline kicks out with little excessive force. Vossler brings Caroline to her feet and once again throws her into a corner with an irish-whip. As he charges to her, Caroline quickly lifts her boot up to stop Vossler as he looks momentarily stunned! She climbs to the 2nd rope and dives off to strike Vossler with a Missile Dropkick! As Vossler lays on his chest, Caroline grabs an arm and rolls over his back for a Fujiwara Armbar! Vossler writhes in agony while Caroline smiles sadistically. With each passing second Vossler looks to be in more pain as she suddenly begins shushing. The only sound heard is Vossler’s writhing before a sudden pop is heard! Caroline lets go as Vossler quickly reaches for his hand. Everyone looks momentarily puzzled while Vossler retreats into a corner quickly. Burchill rises to her feet and while recovering, smirks to the sight of what is happening. A camera zooms in on Vossler’s hand as we see his middle and pointer finger dislocated. The discomfort seems great as the referee asks what he wants to do. The referee is told to wait as we see Vossler take measures into his own hand and pop them back into place. As he finishes and is seated in the corner, Burchill quickly hits him with a hesitation dropkick in the corner that sends him tumbling back to the center of the ring from recoiling!
LAWSON: “Jesus christ! That sight looked absolutely disgusting, I almost wanted to puke dammit!”
CAMPBELL: “And the resiliency of Vossler to pop them back into place on the spot right away… I still admire the lengths Caroline is willing to go to to win this match!”
TAYLOR: “Agreed! Unsightly but effective!”
Burchill has begun stomping several times on the right leg of Vossler. Vossler scrambles to the ropes and holds on to them before receiving a kick to the back. He rolls out of the ring much to the dismay of the referee who tells him to get back in the ring already while Caroline steps out on the apron. Vossler turns around but is quickly struck by a Missile Dropkick that forces him back-first into the barricade. 1! With a loud thud the barricade jiggles a little before Vossler scrambles back to a knee and tries to catch his breath. 2! 3! Caroline’s eyes catch the Octane Championship in front of them as Vossler is shoot-kicked in the back. 4! Caroline tells the championship belt that it’s coming home with her, baby. She blows it a kiss before her arm is being reached to from behind her back! 5! It catches her wrist as she’s spun around and is quickly stunned and rocked by Vossler’s Bitchmaker slap! She drops to her knees against his legs while Vossler himself us catching his breath, pushing her head away to the mat whilst looking at the championship belt for a moment himself. 7! He nods and points to it to a ovation from the crowd. He pulls Caroline’s head off of the mat outside the ring and throws her into the ring. 8! He now slides into the ring himself as Caroline is slowly getting back to her feet. Vossler reaches around her back again for a wristlock as he turns her around with another slap in mind. But Burchill rolls forward and the heel of her boot hits Vossler in the face! She’s still rocked but now so is Vossler as the two need time! And smelling salts!
CAMPBELL: “She just used Lauryn Wolfe’s finisher to counter Vossler’s Bitchmaker!”
Vossler and Caroline both get back to their feet in respective corners and reluctantly stare each other down. Vossler starts with some muffled trash talking of which Caroline seems to pick up select words. Enough to get a response out of her as she begins spewing vile and vigor of her own towards her opponent for tonight. They approach each other slowly until they’re practically face to face with Caroline looking up to the taller Vossler. Suddenly a war of forearms breaks out! Back and forth they go with the crowd loving the action happening in front of them! This is what they wanted for a championship main event! A strike from Vossler breaks the two apart as they begin a sudden slug fest. A returning forearm from Burchill is quickly returned by Vossler impactfully. Another huge forearm from Vossler! And another! Caroline appears to be on wobbly legs! But she musters up the strength for one final forearm that… causes Vossler to take a slight step back. He then returns it with a forearm that drives the air out of the arena out of stiffness. Burchill drops like a sack of potatoes but Vossler shakes his head signaling he’s far from done. He lifts her back to her feet and strikes her again. Lift. Strike. Lift. Another strike. Vossler roars out while lifting the deadweight of Caroline as one last forearm swings for the head of Caroline… but she counters! She catches the arm and spins around in mid-air for a flying armbar! Vossler’s only hope is the ropes that he’s holding on to as Caroline lands on the top of her back on the mat! She’s pulling Vossler down but the referee is counting!
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

But just with one last yank she manages to pull Vossler off of the ropes and over herself as she turns onto her belly, in turn causing Vossler to be turned onto his belly as well as she continues wrenching the arm with the excruciating armbar! Vossler is reaching for whatever rope he can but the distance is too far! He tripped to powerfully! He’s in the center of the ring! Caroline’s hands are clasped together as she suddenly lets go for a moment and turns into a seated position while wrapping his arm around her leg! Omoplata! She finds herself in a kneeling position with his arm wrenched as she reaches over his back and pulls the other arm into… a fujiwara armbar! Two holds at once as Vossler is screaming in pain! The crowd is chanting his name but it appears hopeless! The referee is asking him whether or not he gives up! No ropes in sight, Caroline can taste the victory already! Vossler has to hurt to be able to break the hold as he begins dragging his bare body across the canvas! The burns on his skin after the match from it will be trumendous but far less if he doesn’t break the hold soon! Eventually he finally gets the tip of his boot over the rope as the referee calls for the rope break! Caroline continues to hold on however! The referee counts!
“One! … Two!”

A quick break this time from Burchill!
CAMPBELL: “A first quick break from Burchill! She’s putting Vossler through the ringer with these submissions!”
TAYLOR: “She’s pulling out all the stops… it’s crazy, Campbell. Absolutely nuts. It’s even shut up Lawson!”
Caroline is taking her time getting back to her feet as Vossler is taking his time laying on the mat, recovering and catching his breath. She begins slapping the back of his head tauntingly and turns him over into a seated position. She laughs to herself before sprinting off and bouncing off the ropes. She dashes to Vossler and hits him across the chest with a devastating Penalty Kick… but no! Vossler rolls backwards onto his feet while Caroline has her back turned to him! Vossler reaches around her back and hits her with a Bitchmaker! She drops to her knees but is pushed back into a seated position herself! It’s time for Vossler to bounce off the ropes and… hits her with a PK Kick of his own! She tumbles down as Vossler himself now crashes to the mat! Both of them quickly find a rope to pull themselves up on before the referee could initiate a count past 2 to count them both out! A slow rise from them both starts a clap from the audience to get the two competitors back in this match. Caroline is first and approaches Vossler, but Vossler responds quickly with a bicycle knee! Burchill shakes it off though and hits Vossler with a high knee of her own! She pulls him in, drops him on her knee from an STO Backbreaker and holds on! But Vossler powers himself back up vertically and slams Caroline’s head into the mat with a STO of his own! She rolls through but Vossler has to pull her back to her feet! Vossler prepares to run to the ropes but is stopped and pulled back! His head is struck by the knee of Burchill that is carefully placed! CONQUEROR!

Vossler kicks out in time! Conqueror isn’t enough to finish it and Vossler won’t let it be! Caroline sits Vossler up and kicks him in the back. She appears angry but has had the upperhand through most of the match. Another soccerball kick to the back of Vossler as he suddenly gets back to his feet and gets right in the face of Caroline! He’s taking absolutely nothing of it anymore! Caroline attempts to hit him with a lariat but Vossler ducks under the arm and snaps Caroline backwards with a German Suplex that he rolls through with! He continues his fury! He deadlifts her overhead with a back suplex! He finally lets his clutches go but only to move on to the next move! Caroline is on her hands and knees but is quickly elevated up and dropped right back down into a sit-out powerbomb! Vossler holds the position!

A kickout but Vossler appears to have a lack of sympathy! He pulls Caroline back to her feet and drops her with another STO, before dropping an elbow across the chest of Caroline and then stomping on it! Finally Vossler lets up for a moment as he rallies up the audience, seemingly in preparation for his signature move. He taunts the audience to give him more as he stomps the mat. Caroline begins rising to her feet before Vossler lifts her up and wastes little time throwing her forward! GO 2 SLEEEEEEEP! Vossler turns his back momentarily as Caroline remains stunned… but her instincts kick in! SHE QUICKLY JUMPS UP AND HOOKS HER LEGS AROUND VOSSLER’S NECK! POISONED FRANKENSTEINER! CAROLINE HITS THE IMPEDING OVERTHROW! CAROLINE HITS IT BUT SHE CAN’T CAPITALIZE! She’s too stunned from the G2S to be able to pin right away! She barely has the warewithall to turn Vossler over on to his back! She hooks the leg!

Vossler’s leg is on the ropes!
LAWSON: “Impeding Overthrow couldn’t end it in time!”
CAMPBELL: “Vossler had more than enough time to recover from it and his ring presence and ring awareness allowed him to reach the ropes! What a match we’re seeing!”
Caroline looks almost defeated in her expression as she finally realizes this is no time to be moping. Vossler is in perfect position she’s realized, as she rolls out to the apron and begins using the ropes to climb up the turnbuckles. She slowly, very slowly rises up and takes a deep breath before leaping off! She stomps Vossler in the chest for a Fall From Grace to a downed opponent! She had no power to tie them into the tree of woe! Vossler looks done as well but Caroline isn’t confident enough just yet! She uses her newfound momentum and adrenaline to lift Vossler up and whip him into the corner. Realizing he won’t stay still for the setup, she runs to him for a big boot in the corner! But Vossler slips out of the way as she’s caught in the corner! Vossler slips in behind her and traps the leg for a leg-trap suplex! Caroline crumbles into herself but has no time to recover! Vossler grabs her wrist from behind her and lifts her to her feet! BITCHMAKER CONNECTS! BUT HE’S NOT DONE! HE DUCKS UNDER HER ARM! He pushes her away again! ANOTHER BITCHMAKER! And again, ducking under the arm! He pushes her away! Vossler spits into his hands and blows Caroline a kiss before all the moisture on her face is slapped off with the 3 Bitchmakers in a row as she drops to the mat like a sack of bricks! Vossler has to let go as he leans on the ropes behind him to recover momentarily!
TAYLOR: “These combatants… these warriors are taking each other to the limit!”
LAWSON: “We’ve seen so many bitchmakers this match, it’s seemingly intended to be more of a personal insult than a move!”
CAMPBELL: “Whichever it is, it seems to be working.”
TAYLOR: “You can say that again!”
Vossler finally catches his breath and takes one deep breath before taking a stance waiting for Caroline to rise! People are anticipating the Orbital Exenteration Curb Stomp! But Burchill drops to a knee. Vossler does not relent however as he drives his knee into the face of Burchill! Vossler hits Mariano Fernandez’s finisher, the TROLLFACE! But he’s not done! He lifts up Caroline one more time and prepares to run off! But no! Caroline grabs his hair and out of desperation drives the back of his head into her knee! They’re both down! The referee is starting his count to count both of these competitors out of the match! It will not, it cannot end in a draw!

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Caroline is starting to show signs of life, so is Vossler! They are crawling to the ropes for aid to stand up!

“Five! … Six! … Seven!”

Vossler has gotten to a knee and Caroline is attempting to push herself off the ropes. She does so successfully as they both begin stumbling towards each other. Vossler strikes Caroline with a forearm but is quickly met with a slap to the face! He turns and uses the ropes for leverage as Caroline gets behind him and wraps her arm around his neck for a rear-naked choke! She’s having trouble reaching due to the height difference, she’s having trouble climbing on his back for leverage but manages to eventually! She slips though! Her arm cant quite reach through! She keeps her other arm around the throat of Vossler in hopes of wearing him down as he does drop to a knee eventually! The crowd boo’s as they anticipate a loss for Vossler by submission! The referee has begun counting, having noticed the rope break late!
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Caroline breaks the choke finally.
CAMPBELL: “Constant use of the full 4 count to break the hold!”
LAWSON: “People may not like it but if he passes out during those 4 seconds, Caroline has her hand raised!”
Caroline approaches Vossler from behind but is struck to the side of the head by a back elbow from Vossler. He turns around and strikes her again with another forearm to the other side of the head and follows it up with a kick to the leg that trips Burchill. She quickly gets back to her feet but Vossler hits her in the back of the head with another elbow as she rises. He grabs her head and pulls her backwards as he places the point of his knee to her back and drops to his own for a single leg lungblower. Vossler takes his time rolling back to a kneeled position beside the face-down Caroline as he clutches her hips and quickly throws her overhead, releasing her in mid-air for a gutwrench suplex that has her tumbling on the ropes and ultimately falling outside the ring. Vossler sees this and remains on the mat to recover while Caroline does the same outside the ring. The referee initiates a count however.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight!”

Vossler has risen back to his feet and is waiting for Caroline to slide back in the ring, who does. The two take a moment to prepare for their next stand off slowly. They approach each other again with Vossler raising a hand to begin a power struggle again but Caroline quickly drops to her back, sliding her legs under Vossler! She wraps her right leg around Vossler’s own and attempts to push him down to the mat for a Heel Hook! She’s pushing but Vossler is pushing back! Eventually Vossler uses the strength to his advantage and gives in, quickly cartwheeling out of the hold before she gets it in! But Caroline does not relent and quickly dashes back in from a kneeled position and this time gets Vossler down to all fours with one leg wrapped in the heel hook! She twistes but Vossler’s other leg is stomping down on her thigh, she has to release as she begins clutching her own leg! Vossler quickly uses the opportunity to ready himself in the corner as Caroline slowly rises! Vossler sprints to her and kicks her in the jaw with a big boot! She is turned by the impact as Vossler grabs her arm! People are anticipating another Bitchmaker but she’s lifted off her feet instead and into an argentine backbreaker position! Vossler appears to be wanting to go for the Burning Hammer but Caroliner quickly rolls off his back and slides an arm between Vossler’s legs for a subtle lowblow into a schoolboy!

Vossler kicks out as he clutches his family jewels! Caroline has more to her though as she quickly gets up on her feet and kicks Vossler across the chest after a sprint! PENALTY KICK! She wants to cover initially but realizes a PK Kick is not enough and instead lifts Vossler up and pushes him into the corner! Caroline turns the stunned Vossler around and lifts him onto the turnbuckle before trapping his leg under the metal spring. She climbs the top rope herself and as she does, grabs a hold of Vossler’s arm. As Vossler is arched over the ring at a height and Burchill is on the top rope, she leaps off and extends her legs out! But Vossler pulls himself back down and she misses! She stomps the mat as Vossler quickly frees his leg and kicks himself off the turnbuckle, clumsily landing over Caroline but trying to recover as he lifts her up on to his shoulders! Vossler readies her for a Powerbomb but Caroline turns on his shoulders and throws herself backwards! POISONED FRANKENSTEINER! Vossler is spiked on his head but his body lands outside of the ring on instinct! Caroline is shocked!
TAYLOR: “Veteran move from Vossler!”
LAWSON: “How is it veteran!? The impact was just so strong from Caroline he fell out!”
CAMPBELL: “Oh no no, Vossler knows that Caroline has to muster a lot of strength to lift the deadweight of his body into the ring! It’s to his advantage!”
Caroline scurries to the outside of the ring and pulls Vossler up by his tights while the referee starts a count!
“One! … Two!”

Vossler appears to be doing everything he can (which appears to be little, as well) to make it harder for Caroline to push him into the ring!
“Three! … Four! … Five!”

Caroline Burchill is pressing Vossler against the ring apron and is pushing his legs one by one into the ring as they just enter by the count of 6! She herself stays out of the ring to catch her breath!
“Six! … Seven!”

Eventually she crawls back into the ring slowly as VOSSLER APPEARS TO HAVE RISEN LIKE A MAN POSSESSED! He sprints to Caroline and stomps her head into the mat! The curb stomp! THE ORBITAL EXENTERATION! The roof has blown off the place as Vossler rolls Caroline into the cover! The crowd is bellowing the count along!

The referee’s hand hits the mat but Caroline gets her shoulder up just in time! The referee has seen it and while Vossler has his hand raised and the crowd cheers, the celebration is quickly dispelled as the referee waves it off and continues the match! Caroline barely survives in the match as Vossler begins to get frustrated and exhausted! He rolls Caroline over again and tries for a pin but quickly re-thinks his action as he gets up to his feet. Vossler grabs Caroline’s wrist and turns her onto her stomach unintentionally, trying to get her back to her knees. He eventually manages to and begins kicking her chest repeatedly! One! Two! Three! Four! Five kicks, and Caroline starts to look loopy! But Vossler pulls her back in! Six! Sev– NO! Caroline catches the kick and pushes Vossler away! As he approaches her again She turns around and sommersaults while grabbing a hold of Vossler’s leg while using her own legs to throw him forward! She looks to hook his leg but Vossler is struggling too much! Vossler tries to get back to his feet but Caroline has beaten him to it as she strikes the back of his head with her knee! They both drop to the mat as it looks like we’re entering the final stages of the match! Both competitors are laid out on the mat!
TAYLOR: “I’m surprised Vossler isn’t knocked out from that! But his bell was DEFINITELY rung!”
CAMPBELL: “He might well be knocked out to be honest! He’s motionless… but Caroline looks exhausted as well!”
Caroline crawls to the ropes and pulls herself back up, taking a moment to stare at the body of Vossler who’s beginning to show signs of life again. She sighs as she looks up and closes her eyes. They both do not know what it’ll take to finish the other. Vossler’s now on the opposite side of the ring holding the ropes, wiping the sweat off his forehead and staring down Caroline. His lips move as he apparently talks trash, but nothing is heard. Finally Caroline has noticed Vossler’s now up as well. The two slowly rise to their feet as the crowd rises to their feet too in applause. Caroline performs the first move and hits Vossler in the jaw with a forearm smash. But Vossler does not flinch, the sweat flies off his face but he taps his chin to be hit again. Caroline pauses for a moment but obliges! Another forearm smash! Another! Another! Vossler has begun to wobble along to the strikes but continues to challenge Caroline, even moving to a verbal challenge! She’s had enough and unloads all she can with a forearm smash! Vossler ducks it and grabs the opposite arm, turning Caroline around and slapping her across the face with a Bitchmaker! But Vossler ducks under her arm again, pushes her off and instead of slapping her, jumps into the air and hits Burchill in the back of the head with… THE GADFLY ENZUIGIRI! Mariano’s signature! Caroline is wobbling around and has to hold on to the ropes to stand, while Vossler is working on fumes! He quickly rises to his feet again and lifts Caroline up from behind! He throws her body overhead but holds the arm! OHHHH MY GOOOD!

The ring shakes! Vossler hits the Burning Hammer finishing move! Caroline is out cold on the floor but he hasn’t got the strength to cover right away! With all the strength he has left, Vossler turns her over and lays an arm over her while the referee counts!

Caroline lifts her arm up, but not her shoulder!

She flings it to the side in hopes of hitting the ropes but she’s just a few inches short!

The crowd explodes! The people are in ecstacy as their hometown resident boy has won!
LAWSON: “Vossler has done the unthinkable!”
CAMPBELL: “Kid, you’ve been entered into the history books! You are the first ever Octane champion!”
TAYLOR: “WHAT!? I can’t hear you guys over these people!”
‘Stonefist’ by HEALTH erupts over the P.A system, as Vossler rolls over to see the referee kneeling beside him showing the Octane Championship to him! It probably hasn’t sunk in yet but Vossler is slowly climbing to his feet with the help of assistant referees! Caroline has rolled out of the ring and is sat up against the side of the ring. Two figures have begun their descent down the ramp which are revealed to be Mariano Fernandez and Dex Russey. Russey begins aiding Caroline while Mariano slides into the ring much to the surprise of Vossler who almost seemed ready to be struck down. Mariano holds out his hand with a smile but Vossler slaps the hand away as the tag partners hug before Manny raises Vossler’s hand. Confetti rains from the ceiling and pyro goes off while Vossler climbs the turnbuckle to pose with his new Octane championship!
CAMPBELL: ”Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen! 4CW Octane’s first pay-per-view, Emergence, is in the books!”
TAYLOR: ”It’s been one wild night but the fun and games have finally come to an end.”
LAWSON: ”We have a champion and we have a number one contender. Everything goes back into full swing in two weeks with Octane Episode Five!”
CAMPBELL: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight folks. We’ll see you in two weeks! Same place…”
LAWSON: ”Same channel!”
TAYLOR: ”Goodnight!”