JOHNSON: “Tonight’s opening match ought to be a good one as an old rivalry gets renewed.”
VASSA: “That’s right, three former world champions will step into the ring as Omerta will square off against the tag team champions, World$tar. I can’t wait to see how this next chapter is going to play out here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Yes, the tag team champions in action for the first time since their victory at Bad Company and that match is ne–”
The opening notes of “Young Men Dead” by the Black Angels begins to play out over the arena. A simulated sundown on the video board plays as the lights of the arena begin to slowly fade to black, all that remains is the sound of guitar is heard. As the song kicks into gear out from the back steps through the curtain Christopher Wrigley. Wrigley is not being flanked by either of the two members of Hostile Takeover, but instead walks solo down the aisle, the entire time he is jawing with the crowd. Wrigley doesn’t get into the ring, but instead begins to make his away around to where the announcers already are.
JOHNSON: “What is Wrigley doing here?”
VASSA: “Looks like we’re going to be working a three man booth here for this match.”
WRIGLEY: “That’s right y’all. I am here to make this broadcast a bit better.”
JOHNSON: “Here to get a closer view, I take it? Since the Hostile Takeover will be taking on the champions at Fright Night and all.”
WRIGLEY: “Damn right. Plus, always good to see any of these four men take an ass whooping. I mean, I’d rather have Johnny Evil out here taking that ass whooping, but this is a nice compromise for me here tonight.”
VASSA: “You are not letting that one go, huh?”
“Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward
Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both
For a wounded man will shall say to his assailant
If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven
Such is the rule of honor”

“Omerta” By lamb of god plays over the sound system as the lights go out in the arena. After a few moments a search light focuses in on the top of stage. There stands Dakota Smith and Erron Wilder, Dakota with a shit-eating grin and Erron looking as wild as ever. The spotlight follows the pair as they make their way down the ramp. Both seemingly caring very little for the negative reaction that the fans are spilling out onto them.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring at this time, Erron Wilder and Dakota Smith… OOMMEERRTTAA!!!”
As the two reach the ring Erron climbs up the stairs and Dakota rolls in under the bottom rope. Dakota pulls himself up using the ropes as Erron climbs in through the middle. Dakota stands in the middle of the ring, smirking to himself as Erron climbs up one of the ropes and taunts the fans. After a few moments the men fall back into their corner.
JOHNSON: “Omerta looking as ready as ever here tonight, looking to get back into the win column.”
WRIGLEY: “And of course we all know who they lost to at Bad Company. Us.”
VASSA: ” You’ve got to wonder if Dakota Smith isn’t too preoccupied with getting back into the world title scene to worry about this tag team match. But, I’m sure that having his cousin across the ring is going to get him to focus a little bit more here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Good point by you, Vinny.”
If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high
And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low
If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high
And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low!”

Stepping out from the back first is “The Smooth One” William D. Williams! Suit top class and expensive as he comes to a stop where the stage meets the aisle ramp. Turning back to the entrance as the lyrics of the first verse spills out from the speaker system.
”Goin’ straight through the hole
You ain’t got no game
I’m breakin’ ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin’ all control
You can’t get none of this, we’re runnin’ this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin’ this
Get out the lane, I’m comin’ through
And if you don’t wanna move then I’m comin’ right through you”

The crowd gets loud and hype as Jair Hopkins leaps out going “high” as Jason Cashe almost creeps out in a squatted “low” playing to the theme song. Both greet “The Smooth One” as the three of them turn to the ring. Hopkins and Cashe color coordinated but keeps their own style about their attire. Hopkins slaps a few hands as he gets a head of the team. Cashe couldn’t care less to interact as William D. Williams moves down the center of the aisle way.
”We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can’t take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain’t seen nothin’ like this before
If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high
And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low
If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high
And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low “

As the team gets to ringside, Cashe and Hopkins go separate directions. “Smooth One” reaches the steel stairs and climbs up onto the ring apron. As Hopkins slides in under the bottom ropes and Cashe dips in through the middle on opposite sides, the two pass the other by, they clap slap hands three times rapidly. Hopkins pulling his shirt off, Cashe already ready to go as William D. Williams remains on the ring apron outside the ropes for introductions.
POWERS: ”One comes to us from Los Angeles, California by way of Brooklyn, New York! A former TWO Time 4CW Champion! JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
The crowd erupts. A fan favorite, a name that helped make the 4CW brand. Stepping up on the turnbuckles, leaning against the top buckle, Hopkins throws his arms up. Feeding on the audience as they pour him with their love and support.
POWERS: ”The other comes from Houston, Texas by way of DeCatur, Georgia! He is a THREE Time 4CW Champion and a Two time Extreme (XTV) Champion! The ‘tRoUbLeD1’ JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
Slowly he turns to see every section in the arena. Some cheering, more booing and he doesn’t react much at all. Finally staring back at the Announcer, wanting him to hurry along. He gets the the final part of their introduction.
POWERS: ”Accompanying them and presenting them as a Manager, ‘The Smooth One’ William D. Williams! THEY… ARE… WWOORRLLDDSSTTAARR!!!”
The fans echo out the name along with Powers. More cheers and howls of their name are heard as they stand ready to fight.
WRIGLEY: “Could this go on any longer? Seriously?”
JOHNSON: “The tag team champions taking their time getting the ring, two former world champions as well. They have certainly earned the right here in 4CW for a longer than normal entrance.”
VASSA: “He’s right, Wrigley. These two are long time members, fan favorites and of course champions. Perhaps if Hostile Takeover wins at Fright Night, you can have a longer entrance.”
WRIGLEY: “Oh, we will, you can count on that.”

JOHNSON: “And it’s going to be Erron Wilder starting off against Jason Cashe as the bell rings.”
The two instantly lock up in the middle of the ring, Wilder and Cashe push back and forth a little bit before finally Cashe is able to shove Wilder into the ropes which causes the referee to get between the two of them and back Jason Cashe off. There is a lot of jawing between the two of them, and again the two lock up in the center of the ring… this time it is Wilder who is able to get the advantage and shoves Cashe up against the ropes, the referee gets in between the two of them again and backs Erron off. However, just as the two break the hold, Wilder unloads with a sucker punch rocking Cashe up against the ropes! Wilder unloads with a series of right and left hands connecting with a series of body shots and a couple of haymakers that rock the former world champion up against the ropes.
JOHNSON: “Well, that’s certainly one way to get to the advantage!”
VASSA: “Omerta looking to get an upperhand in this long running feud early on in this match.”
Erron sends Cashe across the ring with a whip, on the rebound he leaps up and connects with a leaping knee strike which levels Cashe. Wilder doesn’t let up, but instead pulls Jason up by his hair and scoops him up quickly dropping him to the mat with a slam! Cashe holds his back in pain, but Wilder sizes him up and unloads with a snap elbow drop right to his chest. Erron gets back up again and drops a second snap elbow drop. Like a cat he hooks the legs of Cashe and goes for a quick pin… the referee dives in for the count…

JOHNSON: “Cashe gets the shoulder up almost immediately! Wilder going for a quick cover there, but Jason Cashe not caught off guard.”
VASSA: “Hard to catch the tag team champions by surprise.”
WRIGLEY: “You think so? You don’t think someone could catch either of these two by surprise?”
VASSA: “Why do you think you are going to be ones?”
WRIGLEY: “You’ll see.”
Wilder pulls Cashe back up to his feet and immediately tosses the former world champion into the corner and makes the tag to Dakota Smith. Smith lines up his cousin in the ring and begins to rock him with a series of backhands…

…connecting across his chest! Smith hooks the arm and one of the legs of his opponent and powers him up and over his shoulder crashing him down onto the mat with a t-bone suplex! Cashe rolls into a seated position, but before he’s able to recover any further Dakota Smith charges in and connects with a running double dropkick…

…just crushing the side of the face of Cashe!
WRIGLEY: “I got to admit, I’m really enjoying the match so far guys.”
JOHNSON: “It’s certainly been all Omerta so far in this match as they have the tag team champions on the defense here.”
Smith doesn’t give the former world champion a chance to recover, rather he pulls Cashe back up to his feet again and tosses him into the ropes, on the rebound he lifts up Jason and drops him with an atomic drop! Cashe takes most of Smith’s knee to the jimmies which causes him to double over in pain and stumble around, this gives Smith a chance to sling himself off of the ring ropes and charges forward…

…connecting with a Yakuza kick right to the side of Cashe’s head! Dakota stands over his cousin’s body on the mat and kicks him with the side of his foot a couple of times. From the corner, Jair Hopkins begins to jaw with Smith which causes the two of them to go back and forth a little bit.
VASSA: “Hey look it’s Jair Hopkins, maybe he’s going to want to get involved in this match soon enough.”
JOHNSON: “Omerta has done a great job of isolating Jason Cashe and just picking him apart. A tactic, I assume, you are fine with, Mr. Wrigley.”
WRIGLEY: “Oh yeah, anything that inflicts punishment on that mutant is fine with me.”
Smith pulls up Cashe again and continues with the jawing towards Hopkins. Smith sends Cashe into the farside ropes, he goes for a lariat, but Cashe is able to duck under the attempt, he hits the ring ropes and leaps up into the air going for a MARK OF JASON!! But instead of taking the shot Dakota Smith rams his head into the forearm of Jason Cashe in the middle of the move which causes him to spin out to the ground, but Smith falls to the ground as well like jelly!
JOHNSON: “Mark of Jason missed the mark!”
VASSA: “You’ve been waiting to say that one for a while.”
Dakota Smith tries to get up right away, but is still a bit woozy from that last shot. He turns around in time and catches a running shoulder tackle from Jason Cashe! Cashe spins towards the corner ropes as Hopkins tags him out of the match. Jair leaps over the top ropes before Dakota can recover from the shoulder block, in a sudden motion Jair yells towards Cashe as he throws Smith into the corner. Hopkins climbs up into the corner and uses the corner to monkey flip Dakota Smith into the air…

…which is turned into an Implant DDT by Jason Cashe!! Dakota Smith bounces from the ring to the outside from the sheer impact of that move!!
JOHNSON: “What an amazing double team move by the tag team champions… ”
VASSA: “I don’t know how they pulled that one off, Stevie. But holy shit, what a move!”
JOHNSON: “Anything to add, Mr. Wrigley?”
WRIGLEY: “Not a damn thing.”
Erron Wilder charges into the ring going right after Jair Hopkins, but Hopkins ducks under him. Jason Cashe charges at Wilder as he hits the ring ropes and…

…connects with a clothesline which sends both men up and over to the outside of the ring! Worldstar showing their teamwork as the crowd gets to their feet now. Cashe gets back up first and lifts up Erron Wilder into a full-nelson lock, hoisting him up high. Hopkins takes flight from the top ropes from inside the ring and connects with a dropkick right to Wilder’s chest!! This causes a domino effect as Cashe then dragon suplexes Wilder with the momentum from the kick!! The crowd goes nuts for that move as Wilder goes skipping on the outside of the ring.
JOHNSON: “Another incredible move there! This match has broken down quickly, and the world champs are taking advantage of that with incredible move after incredible move!”
VASSA: “Don’t we have rules for these matches?!”
JOHNSON: “I think the referee is going to just let this match continue.”
WRIGLEY: “As he should, let these two teams murder each other live here on television. That’s the perfect result of this match.”
Just as Hopkins gets back up to his feet he is met by Dakota Smith who lifts him up into the air and begins to spin around in a fireman’s carry position, with a sudden impact and crash he slams Hopkins into the ring apron with his Dovah Death Drop!! Hopkins bounces off and hits the ground with a heavy thud. Smith turns his attention towards his cousin and goes for a clothesline which knocks Cashe up and over into the crowd, which of course gets the crowd on their feet. Smith follows him into the crowd and the two begin to unload on each other in the front couple of rows. Jason Cashe is able to get the advantage after blocking a hammering right hand and counters with a side headlock which he gives Smith a noogie with. Cashe follows that up by taking his cousin and tossing him through a couple rows of chairs!! Cashe waits for Smith to get back up and charges in looking to connect with another Mark of Jason, but Dakota Smith counters as he pulls a fan into his path and Cashe nails the fan with the hard elbow shot!!
VASSA: “Mark of Jason to a fan!”
WRIGLEY: “I smell lawsuit!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith with a wicked smile on his face as it look as if he knows that guy… maybe some of the Smith clan are here tonight and just served a purpose as a human shield!”!
Even Cashe looks a little stunned that he hit a distant cousin. This gives Erron Wilder an opening as he sneaks up from behind and lifts Cashe up into the air…

…crashing him down onto the exposed concrete with a belly to back suplex!! Jason Cashe’s head bounces off the Quicken Loans Arena floor as if LeBron James himself just dribbled a ball in here. Smith points towards Wilder and the two head out of the crowd and back towards Jair Hopkins who is still a bit in pain after that drop onto the ring apron from before.
JOHNSON: “This battle is headed back towards the ring.”
VASSA: “Who wants any sort of order in this sort of match? Come on.”
WRIGLEY: “I. for one, would prefer them to kill each other on the outside of the ring as well.”
Hopkins rolls back into the ring just in time for duo of Wilder and Smith to slide right on in behind him. From behind the duo begin to hammer away at the former champion (the other one) with clubbing forearm shots. They throw Jair into the ropes and as he rebounds the duo slap on dual chokeholds, lift him high into the air and slam him to the ground with a double chokeslam!! Dakota scoops up Hopkins, but Hopkins shoves him off, Wilder goes for a clubbing right hand but somehow Hopkins is able to duck down and pull the top rope with him causes Erron to tumble onto the ring apron. Hopkins unloads with a couple of right hands across the forehead of Dakota Smith and goes for a whip… but Smith puts on the breaks and counters with a massive kick to the gut doubling over Hopkins in the process. He hooks the arm and leg of the former world champion.
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith could be going for the Deadman Wonderland!!”
WRIGLEY: “Oh please, hit this move… two more times!”
Smith lifts up Hopkins going for the finish…

…but somehow Hopkins reverses it into a hurricanrana!! Dakota hits his head hard on the mat as a result and lays on his back looking up at the pretty pretty lights in Cleveland. Hopkins gets right back up to his feet and scrambles up the corner with his back facing the ring. The crowd knows exactly what is about to happen and they get to their feet as Hopkins rights himself on the top turnbuckle before springing backwards into the air…

…the crowd can’t believe it. The announcers are stunned as out of nowhere Erron Wilder connects with a running dropkick to the chest of an inverted Jair Hopkins as he went for the OMFG! Moonsault stomp on Dakota Smith! Hopkins hits the mat hard with a heavy thud.
WRIGLEY: “Yes! Yes! Holy shit yes! I want more of that!”
JOHNSON: ” Erron Wilder just intercepted Jair Hopkins mid-air folks! I don’t think I have ever seen anything like that in my entire career in wrestling. Hopkins might be seriously hurt, he came down hard and unprotected after that shot.”
VASSA: “I agree… with all of that, Stevie. Holy shit.”
Erron Wilder flips Jair Hopkins over and quickly goes for a cover in the middle of the ring. The referee seems a little shocked by this at first, but then slides into position and begins to slam his hand down on the mat.

JOHNSON: “JASON CASHE WITH THE SAVE!! He came out of nowhere to make the save for his partner. Incredible reflexes there.”
VASSA: “Short bus to the rescue there.”
Just as Cashe gets back up, however, he is met by his cousin, Dakota Smith, who unloads with a series of rights and lefts on one half of the tag team champions. Smith shoots him into the ropes and on the rebound picks him up looking for a flapjack, but then Erron WIlder leaps upwards and the two work in tandem…

…slamming Cashe down hard to the mat with a neckbreaker-flapjack combo move! Smith floats over shoving his forehead into the mouth of his cousin as the referee begins another three count…

VASSA: “So close… so damn close there.”
WRIGLEY: “Tag champs got some fight in them… maybe Omerta will take some of that fight out of them.”
Just as Dakota gets up he is met with a spinning lariat takedown by Jair Hopkins! This also catches Wilder off guard who spins around in time to see Hopkins hook on a front face lock and sends him spinning into the air…

…crashing down with his BREAD N’ BUTTER!! The crowd pops as Hopkins hooks the leg and once again the referee dives in going for the count…

VASSA: “So much going on here, guys are hitting move after move, really laying the lumber to each other right now.”
WRIGLEY: “Yes. I am enjoying this greatly.”
JOHNSON: “Figured you’d be a fan of this carnage.”
Dakota Smith pulls Jair Hopkins off of his partner and goes to work with a couple of stiff forearm shots which backs Hopkins into the corner, out of the corner of his eye he sees Jason Cashe getting back up to his feet and charges towards his cousin with a running clothesline…

…instead of hitting with that move. Cashe ducks under and connects with the UTI! Dakota’s head bounces off of the mat hard, but just as Cashe looks to go for the cover Wilder catches him in the jaw with a vicious spinning elbow shot which rocks Cashe up against the Wilder backs off and just as he’s about to charge forward again it’s Jair Hopkins who nails him with a running calf kick! Wilder falls through the middle and top ropes to the ring apron. That’s when Cashe follows it up with a running leaping forehead connecting to Wilder’s skull and sending him flying!!
JOHNSON: “Mark of Jason! Just wiping out Erron Wilder!!”
VASSA: “Big time move there, big time move!!”
JOHNSON: “He might have just sent Erron Wilder out of Cleveland.”
Cashe turns around, however, just in time to get nailed by a running knee strike by his cousin Dakota Smith! Smith nails the Spectrum shot at sends Cashe tumbling to the floor below. Hopkins spins around Dakota hooking on another front face lock and again going for the BREAD N BUTTER, however just as Hopkins goes to pick up the big man, Smith slips free and nails a boot to the gut of Hopkins as he locks in a front face lock of his own, and hooks the leg…

…connecting with a fisherman’s suplex into a spinebuster!!
JOHNSON: “DEADMAN WONDERLAND!! Dakota Smith hooking the leg of Jair Hopkins…”

Jason Cashe goes to break up the pin attempt, but Erron Wilder holds his legs in place just long enough for the referee’s hand to fly down to the mat and slap it for a third time!

JOHNSON: “Omerta picks up the victory here tonight, a surprising one at that, and gets themselves a victory over the tag team champions. And now the question has got to be, how do you feel about that Mr. Wrigley?”
WRIGLEY: “I couldn’t have written this any better, Stevie.”
“Omerta” By lamb of god plays over the sound system as the duo of Erron Wilder and Dakota Smith congratulate each other on the outside of the ring.
POWERS: ”Here are your winners… Erron Wilder and Dakota Smith… OOMMEERRTTAA!!!”
The duo slowly make their way back up the entrance ramp jawing the whole way back towards the ring as Jair Hopkins and Jason Cashe seem a little stunned by the defeat. The referee delivers the duo the 4CW tag team championship belts.
VASSA: “Actually, the real question is will you still accept Jason Cashe’s handshake here tonight, Wrigley?”
WRIGLEY: “You don’t think so? The real question is will accept mine.”
The sound of a headset hitting the announce table can be heard and sure enough a couple of seconds later Christopher Wrigley can be seen getting into the ring behind World$tar. Wrigley holds up both his hands to show that he comes in peace and unarmed as Cashe and Hopkins gather up their tag team title belts.
VASSA: “So, I guess here’s the moment of truth, Stevie.”
Cashe extends his hand towards Wrigley, sticking to his word as he said he would on Twitter. Wrigley looks at it for a moment before he slowly begins to extend his hand. Just as the two are about to meet for a handshake from under the ring emerge Magnus Brutus and Brody Lee Prince!!! The duo slide in from behind of World$tar which causes Wrigley to duck and run as Hostile Takeover takes their free shots at the tag team champions.
JOHNSON: “Hostile Takeover are in the ring and they are unloading with rights and lefts on the tag team champions! We should have known Wrigley was up to something the moment he stepped out here tonight, you can’t trust a man like that.”
VASSA: “Maybe he didn’t know Brody Lee and Magnus were under the ring.”
JOHNSON: “Are you serious?”
VASSA: “Not at all.”
Brody Lee winds up and unloads with a tooth loosening lariat to Jason Cashe, which probably doesn’t do a lot honestly, while Magnus opts to simply pick up Jair Hopkins and throw him down onto the mat with a violent looking chokeslam! The two put the boots to the tag team champions until finally they stop long enough to pick up the 4CW tag team titles.
JOHNSON: “That might be the closest these two ever get to the titles, they got World$tar from behind tonight… but when the tag team champions recover and get into a fair fight it might be a completely different story.”
The opening notes of “Young Men Dead” by the Black Angels begins to play out over the arena. Brody Lee and Magnus toss the belts down onto the chests of their future opponents and slowly begin to leave the area as various objects are thrown towards them from this Cleveland crowd. Wrigley begins to threaten to sue everyone as he puts his briefcase over his head for protection and the trio make their way back through the entrance.

The cameras cut backstage where we see a “Star Struck Productions” hooded jacket laying on a stack of equipment. Panning over to the right, Christy Chaos sits on a table, wearing the same black shirt as before, but now the covered logo is in full view, which reads “PARAGON”. She fiddles with a ring in her hand, which the EWE Logo is pretty easy to pick up on as she glances up at the camera.
CHAOS: ”This is fake, right?”
She rolls her eyes.
CHAOS: ”I never get people who do that. You either ignore it or you acknowledge it… but don’t bring it up, just to say it didn’t exist. The fact that you mention it, means it obviously did. I certainly haven’t come out here bragging about it, so that isn’t your source of “the lie” now is it?”
She shakes her head slightly.
CHAOS: ”I do agree that it doesn’t matter in the long run. The past is the past, this is an entirely different place, only what happens here, matters. That’s a philosophy that you take everywhere. That I agree with, but maybe I am a burned out star? After all I had done there I have come here and done nothing. Other than embarrassing another has-been at last year’s South Beach Brawl, beating a B-Show competitor, and an Alexis Morrison who wasn’t really on her best game, I haven’t done shit here.”
She nods slightly with a small chuckle.
CHAOS: ”So maybe I am burnt out. I had already realized that, I have already discovered that I have yet to be at my best. While I agree what happened to me in the Frenzy was pathetic, not for the reasons you claim. No, that whole thing was pathetic. When I lost to Tiffani, that was my fault… well that or I was distracted trying not to vomit at what our referee was wearing.”
She shakes her head.
CHAOS: ”Jokes aside, that was my fault. When me and Jack lost the Bad Company qualifier… that was on us, that was our fault. That match you speak of… no, that was just a joke. That is also in the past… even though I have heard that Matthias is here tonight. I don’t know what he did or what he said, I just heard he was here. Perry, I hope you know that if he decides to return to action here in 4CW… don’t forget about me. I owe him one.”
She gives a slight wink.
CHAOS: ”As I hopefully handle that business soon… and find my way into Fright Night somehow, I first deal with you tonight Gene. Like I said, I wish you the best of luck. You’re certainly going to need it.”
She hops off the table, shoving the ring in her pocket.
CHAOS: ”For in all you have done, tonight… you’re just another Star Struck.”
Grabbing her jacket she walks on and the scene cuts…


POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing water. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a pyramid, its face shrouded by a Jade mask. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. A victim lays on an altar at the top of the pyramid.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. The eye blinks once, twice. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it. Chanting begins from what seems nowhere.
The stone of the pyramid, black with the blood of thousands of victims. The Priest stood, arms raised to the skies. His shining knife struck deep into the victim who was wearing a mask. The priest held the beating heart of the victim in his hand, blood spurting from the severed aorta. The organ emptied itself on the altar.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the darkness.
Lightning reached from the heavens and struck the base if the pyramid, then walked its way up to the altar on which the victim lay, his chest open to the skies. It struck again, enveloping the top of the pyramid and all upon it in a crackling green inferno, the main bolt centering on the victim’s body, the electrics shocks sending his flesh into uncontrolled fits of jerking. The priest stood frozen.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock.
POWERS: ”Hailing from Juarez, Mexico; on his way to the ring, the Scion of Huitzilopochtli, it is the dark Luchador, GUARDIAN DEL INFIERNO!!!”
A burning phosphorescence enveloped the sacrificial stone. The priest jade mask glowed and seemed to throw out rays of emerald light. He held the still-beating heart in his hand. It was throbbing and moving as if trying to get away, twisting in his grip, slippery and bloody. The knife dropped from the priest’s grasp.
The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Blue strobes cut around the arena as red smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way.
The victim on the screen, his body enveloped in the green fire of the sea, stood and took his own beating heart out of the priest’s hand and held it above his head.
Stood at the top of the ramp way is a masked monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. He raises his arms above his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him. Tito & Tarantula’s “After Dark” starts blaring out.
It is Guardián del Infierno. He slowly walks towards the ring ignoring the boos from the crowd. He passes a camera and stops and looks directly into the lens.
He then slowly steps up the ring steps; step after step, walking with such a purpose. As he places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring.
Looking around momentarily, he mounts the turnbuckle adjacent to the stairs, resting his left foot on the top rope. With a brief look from side to side, he lowers his hood and gazes around the facility, soaking in the numerous reactions from the crowd. Upon listening to their calls he hops down into the ring and takes off his hoodie and then hands it to ring crew.
VASSA: ”Zzz…”
JOHNSON: ”Well then, that was quite the entrance.”
VASSA: ”Zzz…”
JOHNSON: ”Making his first underca–“
JOHNSON: ”What the– Vinny? WAKE UP VINNY!!!”
VASSA: ”Wha–wha–WHAT?!?!”
JOHNSON: ”Seriously, Vinny? You can’t stay awake during the show?”
VASSA: ”Oh I’m sorry, it only took him eight years to make it to the ring!”
“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights in the arena start to dim. A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as Brian Hollywood makes his way from the back. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction at his arrival. Hollywood is in his black attire and is wearing his black trench coat as he centers himself on the stage.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… ‘Mr. Executive’, BRIAN HHOOLLLLYYWWOOOODD!!!”
Hollywood tugs on his trench coat as he walks down the ramp. As he does, a breeze is released blowing his trench coat back and forth as he arrives to the apron near the ring. Hollywood looks about the crowd and squints his eyes as if he’s looking carefully through out the crowd. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as Hollywood makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring. Hollywood looks about the ring before heading to the top rope and looking about the crowd. Hollywood closes his eyes and slowly raises his hands on both sides as if to praise himself or being in a false sense of delusion that he is being praised by the crowd which gives off another mixed reaction. Hollywood finally makes his way down as he takes off the trench coat and rests in the corner, awaiting for the sound of the bell.
VASSA: ”Straight to the point! I like it!”
JOHNSON: ”Brian Hollywood, a former two-time Tag Team Champion, will face off against Guardian del Infierno.”
VASSA: ”I like Hollywood. He’s had some rough spots along the way but when he’s focused, the man is on point! Plus, his entrance doesn’t take forever and a day!”
JOHNSON: ”Both men are looking to bounce back here tonight after their most recent matches. One will get back on the right track, but the other will have to try again in two weeks.”

The two lock up in the center of the ring before Hollywood pulls Guardian’s head down face first into his knee as he drives it upward. Wrapping Guardian up with both arms, Hollywood then lifts him off his feet before slamming him back to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Mounting himself on top of Guardian, Hollywood then lays into him with solid lefts and rights, connecting each time he throws a punch to Guaradian’s unprotected head. Pushing himself back up, Hollywood then pulls Guardian up as well before whipping him across the ring and to the ropes. As Guardian comes back on the rebound, Hollywood charges straight ahead, wiping him out with a running big boot to the face!
Guardian rolls over to his stomach, pulling himself across the ring as he crawls away. Grabbing onto his foot, Hollywood pulls him back to the center of the ring before rolling him over to his back. Keeping his leg elevated, Hollywood kicks him in the back of the knee twice before lifting him back to his feet. Lifting him into the air, Hollywood drops him with a sideslam that rattles the entire ring. Guardian slowly begins to stir, rolling over to his side as Hollywood gets back up. Turning to the ropes, Hollywood takes off for them and as he comes back on the return, he plants both feet into Guardian’s face with a running dropkick.
Guardian appears to be lost, not only in the ring but also within himself. Struggling to get things going, he remains on the mat, rolling back and forth as Hollywood backs across the ring and to the corner. Slowly, Guardian then pushes himself up, wobbling left to right as he does. Once standing, he turns around, unaware of what’s incoming behind him.

JOHNSON: ”The Executive Promise!”
VASSA: ”It took Guardian longer to get to the ring than it did for him to get knocked the fuck out!”
Sweeping in, Hollywood nearly takes his head off with a superkick to the chops, knocking him flat on his back and unconscious. Dropping to his knees, Hollywood then makes the nonchalant cover as the official sweeps in beside them.

“Perfect Insanity” hits the speakers as Hollywood rises to his feet. Looking down to Guardian, he shakes his head before he steps away, not even giving the official a chance to raise his arm into the air.
VASSA: ”All that hype in an entrance and this is the performance you give us. Jesus!”

We cut to the backstage area where we see Gabriel Hartman standing by, he seems to be waiting for somebody to arrive. Gabe paces around, unsure of whether or not whatever he’s planning to do is going to happen. The double set of doors in the background suddenly opens, as we see Bryan Williams emerge. He’s got his rolling luggage with him, having just arrived to the arena.
Bryan sees Gabe almost immediately, and shakes his head. We can hear him from down the hallway as he approaches.
WILLIAMS: ”No, no, we’re not doing this. Go away, Hartman.”
HARTMAN: ”Bryan! It is with utmost urgency that I speak with you! I have something to show you!”
Bryan shakes his head, as he proceeds to try and walk right past Gabriel Hartman and the cameraman standing by. Unfortunately he’s blocked, Hartman stands in his way as he reaches into his jacket. He tries to pull something out, but Bryan immediately swats it away and out of frame.
WILLIAMS: ”Son of a bitch, I told you that I don’t care about your Beanie Baby collection!”
Hartman curses under his breath, as he frantically tries to pick up the object. Soon enough he’s back to his feet, and in camera frame.
HARTMAN: ”Alright then, if you won’t entertain that then how about a question? There’s a lot to talk about with you, especially after Octane last week.”
Bryan rolls his eyes, sighing loudly. He checks his watch.
WILLIAMS: ”You have one minute, and I know this because Marquis is out trying to finish a cigarette before she comes in here. If you’re still here when she shows up, I can’t help you. Deal?”
Hartman nods, gulping as he begins to start his interview.
HARTMAN: ”So be it. Bryan, we all have to know what you’re thinking about after Octane. Perry Wallace all but confirmed the War Games match, and put you in it! How do you feel about that? Have you consulted with him over this matter?”
An annoyed look comes over Bryan’s face, a clear sign of his answer to come.
WILLIAMS: ”No, Gabe, I wasn’t consulted. I wasn’t asked about being in this match. Just like I didn’t expect to be blindsided by Jeb on Octane. Seems to be the way things go lately. I do remember saying that I didn’t care, I didn’t care if there was going to be a big match between Adrenaline and Octane. I wanted nothing to do with it, and yet …here we are. Here I am, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.”
Gabe nods, thinking to himself for a moment.
HARTMAN: ”Do you think …nah, he couldn’t have…”
Bryan looks at Gabe for a moment, unsure of what he’s trying to say.
WILLIAMS: ”Spit it out, Gabe.”
HARTMAN: ”Well…”
Gabe looks unsure of what he should say, but after a quick moment he finally lets his train of thought right out.
HARTMAN: ”Do you think that Perry asked Jeb to attack you after your match? You know, so you’d want to be on Team Adrenaline?”
The annoyed look on Bryan’s face seems to intensify, as the thought runs through his head.
WILLIAMS: ”I hope for his sake that he didn’t. I have a match to worry about first tonight, but you better believe I’m going to get some answers.”
There is a loud bang, and an audible “FUCK” as the doors behind them close. Bryan turns to Hartman, grinning.
WILLIAMS: ”Welp, looks like your minute is up. I’d head out of here if I were you.”
Hartman scrambles away immediately from the scene, leaving Williams standing alone as his partner entered the picture. He looks toward her as she approaches him, pointing to her shirt.
MARQUIS: ”I burned a fucking hole into my shirt, Williams. This isn’t good. I think it means something.”
She pauses for a moment, waiting for his response, but before he can even speak, she stops him.
MARQUIS: ”And don’t say some smart shit like, ‘it means you don’t know how to hold a cigarette’ or some shit about me quitting because I told you how I feel about the nicotine patches.”
Thinking to himself for a moment, Bryan sighs.
WILLIAMS: ”Took everything I was going to say. I guess be more careful next time? I don’t know, how is that even my fault? I told Hartman he had a few moments, and gave him a head start.”
Bryan shrugged, fully expecting retaliation from his partner for his comments. It was slowly starting to become a common thing between them. An almost bonding experience, almost.
Persephone looks taken aback, shaking her head as if trying to fully comprehend.
MARQUIS: ”You really just admitted to betraying me by protecting Hartman? You don’t fucking warn him, Williams. I should’ve known he was here! It stinks like trash, but I thought that was you, honestly. I didn’t want to be rude and point it out.”
The comment seems to almost pass Bryan by, but he takes a moment to think it over.
WILLIAMS: ”What do you mean, you thought it was me? You know what, nevermind, not doing this right now. He had some info for me, I think. It’s fine, I’ll deal with that later. In the meantime, however, I need to know if you’re ready for tonight.”
Bryan looks on, as Persephone stays quiet.
WILLIAMS: ”All that training and shit wasn’t just for fun, because I know you had an absolute blast. There’s an end goal for the both of us here, are you ready to get this win tonight?”
Persephone nods, waving the idea of the match off.
MARQUIS: ”I’m not really worried about the Scooters. I’m pretty confident about this match, actually. Hopefully, our first win. Kind of, you know, embarrassing it took us this long, but it is what it is. We can only go up from here, right?”
She smiles, but then frowns.
MARQUIS: ”Well, I mean, technically, us winning isn’t the only possibility. Wait, no! I covered this, actually.”
She grins, widely and fully; excited.
MARQUIS: ”We’re going to win no matter what, my kid. So, up we go.
Bryan claps his hands together, pointing at Persephone as he nods.
WILLIAMS: ”That’s the kind of positivity I’m talking about! The only thing we need to be worrying about right now is where we’re going to celebrate after the night is over. It’s Cleveland, so I don’t think we have a lot of options. I can try to look around, but it might just be game over from the start. I can wait a day to get back in LA though, if you can.”
Persephone ponders options for a moment, before shrugging.
MARQUIS: ”We can wait until we get back to LA to celebrate, but there are bars everywhere and I like to think of myself as a skilled drinker. I can parallel park drunk, you know. But not sober. Just how things work out sometimes, I guess.”
She seems bothered for a moment, but just groans out; letting it go for probably the hundredth time in her life. She looks at Williams.
MARQUIS: ”We’ll figure it out. Right now, though? Let’s go to the vending machines. I really want some of those cone chips, you know which ones I’m talking about?”
WILLIAMS: ”Bugles?”
Bryan asks, unsure of his answer.
WILLIAMS: ”I think that’s it. Lead the way.”
The two begin to walk off camera, as Bryan says something before they’re out of frame.
WILLIAMS: ”You can’t let me get crazy when we celebrate, not after last time. …Are you even listening?”

Cameras return back to ringside. “Stronger” by Through Fire starts playing over throughout the Quicken Loans Arena. People starts giving a huge pop as the entrance video of The Anti-Starlet Alexis Mercer. Within the Cleveland audience, Alexis comes out walking down the Quicken Loans Arena stairs as crowds of the bloodthirsty 4CW fan base attempts to reach out, their hands only barely touching her shoulders. Her face looked straight ahead toward that ring below. No one mattered to her. Not when she had something she needed to get off her chest. Alexis Mercer walked with authority down those steps.
JOHNSON: “Last week on Adrenaline, Vassa. Alexis showed the whole world actually what she could do challenging much bigger opponents when she went face-to-face with Hubert Smalls. There was a split-second there, where it looked like Alexis was on the verge of tapping out and allowing Hubert to pick up the victory. However, Alexis came back with precision like attacks that was just too much for Hubert Smalls and would play a key factor in the outcome.”
VASSA: “It’s going to be interesting to how well she fares against a driven Andre Holmes tonight. Another person looking to make their name in an already jam-packed 4 Corners Wrestling locker room. Especially after Holmes took a loss against 4CW Royalty like getting beaten by Genie Carlson. Should be a great match between theses two as we count down toward Fright Night.”
We continue as Alexis makes quick work hopping over the barricade and sliding herself inside the ring. Where she pops straight up to her feet while the sold out crowd cheered loudly. Alexis walks over to the opposite side of the ropes and demanded the microphone from Powers, who just hands over the microphone almost instantly not looking for a fight. Once in her hand, Alexis Mercer walks back to the center of the wrestling ring looking away from the hard camera as she lifted the thing to her lips.
MERCER: “For the past three months, I’ve had people come up to me asking when I would cash in my rematch clause against Anastasia Hayden. When will I right the wrong that happened in Las Vegas that saw the returning Genevieve Carlson interfere with my championship match? When will I take back the championship that was robbed from me? Everywhere I went those questions would always be uttered from the mouths of complete strangers. After all, I did what I was set out to accomplish. I went into Bad Company III to take Genie straight to hell, even if it meant I was going to hell with that bitch.”
She brushes her behind the ears. Alexis lifts up her face to meet the hard camera while it zoomed closer for a better shot of the Anti-Starlet of Professional Wrestling. Her eyes become fixed on that camera.
MERCER: “I did what I was looking to accomplish. That must mean I’m finally ready to claim what many would suggest was rightfully robbed from me. The Fate Championship. However though, Anastasia can rest her head easy because after listening to Genie Carlson continuously talk down about me, made questionable queries about my inability to become nothing but a mid-card level talent that just gets by with a few wins here and a few wins there. Maybe I am for now. See, Anastasia doesn’t have to worry about facing me for the belt that I lost because that rematch is not going to happen. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t straight up fight Ana in any other match the corporate monkey’s in suits assign us. We can throw down in the parking lot beating each others brains out as far as I’m concerned. Just not for the belt. Because I’m officially done and over with that championship.”
Anti-Starlet chants start picking up in the Quicken Loans Arena. She pays them no mind.
MERCER: “I’m looking for bigger and brighter things beyond that division. I’m going beyond being seen as another flash in the pan talent who comes in and out of 4 Corners Wrestling like a goddamn revolving door. I’m looking to be taken seriously. I know already everyone backstage assume that I’m some kind of joke, that I could never hang with everyone else. I’m looking to climb that ladder until I reach the very top of this company and perhaps one day I might end up carrying this place as the next World Champion. Right now? Right now my journey to that goal all starts with the beating of Andre Holmes.”
JOHNSON: “We’ll see what happens when Alexis Mercer squares off against Andre Holmes tonight.”
“Stronger” by Through Fire plays as Alexis tosses the microphone within inches of the cameras. She slides herself down out of the ring before going back through the crowd while 4CW Adrenaline Seventy-Three continues on inside the Quicken Loans Arena.

Backstage Gabriel Hartman is seen standing next to Genevie Carlson. She smiles for the camera. Hartman is looking his normal homeless self and Genevie is wearing new ring gear. Purple with sparkling stones. Her lips glitter with purple lipstick.
HARTMAN: “Ladies and Gentleman, I am standing next to the one, and the only Genevie Carlson. You’re looking awfully shiny tonight… What’s the occasion for this new and unusual attire?”
CARLSON: “Well Hartman, I know you’re used to wearing the same old thing every week, but honestly I get bored and I decided that I was going to try something new. Give myself a more unique identity, and I couldn’t have picked a better week to do it. I’m facing Christy Chaos. She calls herself the Charismatic Star. Let’s be honest, we all know which one of us shines brighter in every sense of the word.”
Genevie grinned and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she looked up at the ceiling, licking her sparkling lips.
HARTMAN: “So based off your statements you’re not worried about Christy Chaos here tonight?”
CARLSON: “Of Course Not. Did you see what I did to Andre last Adrenaline? This match isn’t going to be hard. Sure she might get some good hits in, but I’ve proven I’m more resourceful than she will ever be.”
Gabriel looked from the camera and then to Genevie, scratching his head for a moment.
HARTMAN: “Christy seems to think you’re going for the Fate Championship. Are you really intending to go for the title again?”
CARLSON: “I’ll admit I wasn’t really thinking about the Fate Championship. I mean challenging Ana for it would be huge. She’s proving to be a great talent here. I mean I know I’m better but, I don’t need the Fate Championship and honestly I don’t want it. I’m setting my sights higher and looking forward to the Warzone of Horrors, for the huge opportunity that will come with winning that.”
HARTMAN: “So no Genevie Carlson Fate Title run in the near future?”
CARLSON: “Let me tell you something Hartman. I never should have been in the Fate title picture when I won it. Paul Knight assured me that I would get a shot for the bigger title on Uprising. Instead he tried to protect someone else from me. I tried to make the best of my situation, and if I’ve noticed anything since that moment it’s that the Fate Championship seems to be holding people of far greater talents back from bigger things. I’m not letting that happen to me. So Christy can be retarded and not do her research and claim I’m going for whatever belt she wants. Doesn’t make it true.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head at the thought. Gabriel nodded his head.
HARTMAN: “Do you have a strategy going forward in 4CW? Since your return you’ve been having a pretty impressive run. How do you plan on keeping that momentum going.”
Genevie frowned and looked at Hartman in disgust before sighing and looking up at the ceiling, putting on a dramatic display.
CARLSON: “What kind of question is that? My strategy going forward is to seize every opportunity. To keep hitting my opponents with everything I got until they eventually give up, are rendered unconscious, or simply lose because of the 1…2…3. I’m starting at the bottom and I promise you by the end of this year I will be at the top. Until then? I’ll have fun making these bottom feeding bitches bleed and suffer. I think that’s enough questions. Hit the showers Hartman. They’re fucking free and you definitely need one.”
Genevie went to push past Hartman and hesitated to touch him. She eventually settled on one finger to push him to the side as she gagged in disgust and wiped her hand on her shorts walking away as the camera stayed on Hartman as he nodded his head and smiled. Mumbling something about the free showers before the camera switched to the ring.



The arena erupts at the beginning of Kung-Fu fighting because of the catchiness. As the remix of Kung Fu Fighting by White Panda, ICEBERG comes running out in his tracksuit. His blonde hair slicked up, he goes along with the song to every “HUH!” and “UUH!”, pretending to karate chop his fans before going back to making sure his hair is perfectly straight.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet, two inches tall. From San Francisco, California. ‘The Ice Daddy Mack’… IICCEEBBEERRGG!!!”
ICEBERG continues his little jog to the ring, making little dance moves along with way. Everybody was doing their best kung-fu in the crowd. ICEBERG does a 360 of the crowd with a smile on his face before he hops up on to the apron and enters between the ropes. He unzips his track jacket and does a lap around the ring with his hands in the air like Rocky before entering his corner, piling his stuff.
JOHNSON: “Well, Iceberg hasn’t really shown us much since his arrival Vassa!!”
VASSA: ”Of course he hasn’t… he’s shit!! Buttcheeks, trash-garbage, dookie, nothing!!”
“Kings Never Die” plays and Darryl walks down to the ring.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, DARRYL WWAALLKKEERR!!!”
Darryl climbs into the ring, and readies for his opponent.
JOHNSON: ”Yeah, it really gets the crowd pumped!!”
The lights dim in the arena as the intro to “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect begins to play. When the guitar kicks, pyro blasts from the stage as Johnny steps out from behind the curtain wearing a green “City Of Evil” jacket along with kickpads and full tights themed to fit the jacket. nodding his head slowly, the audience begins to get amped.
Johnny steps around on the stage for a moment looking from side to side around the arena, raising his arms and hyping the audience before taking a few steps down the ramp.
Johnny Evil stops halfway down the entrance ramp and walks over toward the barricade, slapping fives and taking photos with audience members. After a moment of politics, Evil pulls his jacket off and tosses it into the crowd before continuing to walk down the rest of the ramp and slide into the ring.
POWERS: ”From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY EEVVIILL!!!”
As all three men begin to circle each other, the moment doesn’t last long… Dean Judas’s music hits as he steps out onto the ramp with an angered smirk. The audience begins to boo and throw half empty soft drink cups toward the stage as he laughs and swats them away. Evil looks down the ramp at Judas and the two begin a massive amount of trash talk.
JOHNSON: ”Well I’m sure this won’t end well!!”
VASSA ”You’re damn right!!”
Judas reaches ringside and waves his hand out as if to say … proceed as all three men keep a close eye on him.

As the bell rings, Johnny Evil eyes Dean Judas down who is circling the ring. Iceberg feels this is his moment as one of 4CW’s newest stars to make an impact and rushes forward driving a knee into his back. Evil struggles to turn around as Iceberg fires quick shots trying to keep him on the defensive. Evil soon shakes them off and kicks Iceberg in the stomach, before setting him up between his legs and lifting him into a powerbomb, dropping back and drilling him back first across both knees with a Fall From Shangri’La causing Darryl Walker to laugh as he paces around the ring back and forth.
VASSA: “Yeah, but look… Dean Judas is reaching for the rope and is trying to climb on the ring apron!!”
JOHNSON: “I’m sure Judas wants payback after Evil costing him his number one contender match against Zombie last Adrenaline!!”
Evil quickly spins around and locks eyes with Judas, causing him to stop in mid step and drop back down to the ringside floor. With Iceberg on the mat following the Fall From Shangri’La, and Evil distracted by Judas’s antics outside the ring, Darryl Walker grips Evil’s wrist, spinning him around and slings him against the ropes. Evil bounces off the ropes and rebounds forward as Darryl ducks, looking for a back body drop. Evil stops himself short and kicks Darryl in the face causing him to stumble back. Dean Judas slides in from behind and rushes forward trying to clothesline Johnny in the back of the neck. Somehow Evil ducks causing Judas to wildly charge past him. Judas spins around and gets hit with a Revolver. Evil quickly kips up with Judas down and ducks a clothesline attempt from a now recovered Darryl Walker. Walker turns around and Evil connects a Revolver on him…
VASSA: “Revolver City!! The Spirit Of Adrian Tanner is in the building!!!”
JOHNSON: “Well, Judas tried to get some payback for two weeks ago, but Evil was slick to it!”
Darryl Walker hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Iceberg starts coming to his feet and as he does Evil comes to his, kicking him in the stomach and setting him up in powerbomb position. He lifts Iceberg into the air, dropping him down across his knees with a Fall From Shangri’La, but as Evil falls with Iceberg he keeps him locked up and rolls forward, spinning into side control and locking him into a Detroit Death Clutch, causing Iceberg to instantly slap his hand upon the mat in rapid motion, submitting to the maneuver …

Highly Suspect plays as Johnny rolls for the ring with a smirk across his face. Talking shit and showing love to the 4CW audience as he does…
POWERS: ”Here is your winner… JOHNNY EEVVIILL!!!”
JOHNSON: “Johnny Evil got it done, a Detroit Death Clutch to Iceberg wins the match!!”
VASSA: “Evil has rolled outside the ring, and Dean Judas is getting up pissed as hell!!”
JOHNSON: “How did Evil scout that? He must have had eyes in the back of his head??”
VASSA: “I think it has more to do with experience!!”

Backstage, the camera opens up to show Anastasia Hayden, the Fate Champion is shown standing in front of a standard backdrop. No signs arrogance on her face, but instead, a confident look for Anastasia.
HAYDEN: ”Oh, how I’d love to stand here and act surprised. To pretend like I didn’t predict Brandon wouldn’t say shit to me. He can chirp away all day on Twitter and act like he’s so above all of this, but never forget that he came crawling here as a last ditch effort to grab onto the dying pulse of relevancy that was in front of him. Once HKW booted him, Banks lost all that shine he had. Look how far the mighty have fallen. Wrestling clearly isn’t working out for you and so now you’re trying your hand in MMA. But that poses the question, since you’ve failed in wrestling, how long until you fail in the cage?”
She taps her wrist with two fingers, knowing it’s only a matter of time.
HAYDEN: ”And when you fail, what’s next? On your hands and knees, begging to the millions of other tatted up, thug wannabes to let you back in? I mean, it’s obvious that you don’t really value your dignity. You let me walk right over you and you didn’t say shit. As it is, I’ve given you too much attention, but it’s worth it because I’m teaching you a very valuable lesson. You can’t do what I do. When I said I could do this shit all day…I mean it. You can’t. You lack the stamina to keep up with me which is why you surround yourself with a group of idiots with a fourth grade vocabulary. And even then, you just barely get the edge over them, Brandon.”
For the first time, there’s a slight smirk on Ana’s face. Eager for the night.
HAYDEN: ”I know you’re slow, but I’m confident you’ll learn your lesson tonight. No matter how many times I have to beat it into your head, you’ll smarten up. You’ll pack up all your bags and leave this company while you’re still got your youth. No point in hanging around, getting your ass beat every single week, and taking some more years off your life. Wrestling just isn’t meant for you anymore, Brandon, and now that all your accolades are starting to fade like you…no one will care what the next step for Brandon Banks will be. I mean, you’ve already crashed and burned here…there’s nowhere left for you. But…that gives me an idea.”
As Ana says that, she drops the Fate Championship from off her shoulder and lets it drop to the floor. The metal of the belt clanks against the floor before Ana leans over and picks it back up. She offers a bright smile as she holds up the championship.
HAYDEN: ”Hey, you love participation trophies, right? Well, consider yourself lucky, Brandon. I have one right here.”
Patting the face of the belt, Ana keeps the smile, and adopts a very condescending tone.
HAYDEN: ”To commemorate your time here, I present to you, the greatest championship in 4CW, the Fate Championship. And it’s yours! The first meaningful championship in your entire career! All you need to do is come over and take it from me. I promise I won’t bite. I know you’re scared of me, a lot of people are, but for once in your life, Brandon, pretend you’re the hardened image you present to your followers. Hopefully I’m not speaking too fast for you, but I’ve tried to make it as simple as I can for you.”
As her words trail off, the smile immediately drops from Ana’s face. She holds onto the strap of the Fate Championship with her hand and places it out of the view of the camera; allowing for complete focus on her face.
HAYDEN: ”But we already know you’re too fucking dumb to realize a gift being right in front of you. Luckily, I realize mine. Gift wrapped in terrible tattoos and a homeless aesthetic, but I’m not a whiner or complainer like some others here. I get to drive my boot right through your face or hell maybe I’ll crack a few ribs with a well placed knee. The world’s my oyster tonight, Brandon. Your realization tonight is simple: You fucked up.”
Her message is simple and to the point. Ana’s eyes narrow as she glares into camera.
HAYDEN: “And now, Brandon, you’re really ‘bout to find out my worth.”
Ana lets her words hang in the air for a few seconds before walking off the scene and allowing the camera to cut elsewhere.


The Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland Ohio are very proud to have another episode of Adrenaline in their city. The cameras pacing around the audience showing the diverse members of fans. It turns over to the commentary table where we have Johnson and Vassa seated down ready to call the first fate division match of the night consisting of Andre Holmes facing off against Alexis Mercer.
VASSA: ”Welcome back ladies and gentlemen for another fucking fate match where Andre Holmes loses again to a former 4CW Fate Champion. Last week, he had a great showing but I think that’s all he’s good for Johnny old pissboy! He’s always so close but never there and losing to another championship caliber wrestler will prove my point tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”It was an equal close match between Genevie Carlson and Andre Holmes but he faces a woman who has been screwed over by Carlson. Alexis Mercer is looking for a chance to bounce back after losing to Hubert Smalls last week and reassure her spot in the championship chase for the 4CW Fate Championship!”
VASSA: ”As she rightfully should! Alexis doesn’t deserve a rookie like Andre, she deserves her championship rematch against Anastasia Hayden. Why is Perry Wallace wasting her time? It’s money! Pure epic fuckin’ money!”
JOHNSON: ”Well this is a strong story between the two competitors. Both are looking for redemption and are angry at their circumstances. I suspect this to be a very emotional battle so don’t expect them to hold anything back. Let’s throw it over to our ring announcer as we get ready for this upcoming fate division match!”
The cameras turn over to the ring announcer where he is standing inside the center of the ring. He nods his head as he receives the cue from production to raise the microphone up underneath his chin and announce the match.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a 4CW Fate division showcase and it is scheduled for one fall!”
A slow but assuring guitar riff broken up in a DJent pattern starts playing with the lights in the arena shutting off to illuminate gray colored images of Andre Holmes on the titantron. “Relentless” by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on.

Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face. Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics.
“Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up….”

A rise of smoke emerges behind him in single-line fashion as he stops center of the entrance path to raise his arms in the air, and a release a primal scream.
POWERS: ”Introducing first! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and one pounds. He is ‘Relentless’ ANDRE HHOOLLMMEESS!!!”
Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. Climbing up onto the apron, he quickly runs to leap onto the middle rope. A spotlight emerges behind him to cloak him in a silhouette with smoke pushing upwards for that shadow effect.
JOHNSON: ”There he is. Andre Holmes. A relatively new acquisition to the Adrenaline roster and has made a strong impact. Tonight he’s looking to recreate his mistakes from last week and earn a victory over a former 4CW Fate Champion but it’s easier said than done.”
Hopping over the top rope, he lands inside the ring to stay in an unoccupied corner where he removes his hoodie, and tosses it to the outside. Standing in an unoccupied corner, Andre warms up, and he tightens the strap on his MMA Gloves waiting for his opponent to come out.
VASSA: ”There is no way in hell that this vanilla midget can beat a hottie like Alexis Mercer. This is going to be some bullshit and I promise the fluke victory will be changed when I go to the board of directors.”
“Stronger” by Through Fire plays over the sound system while crane cameras get glimpses of the upper-level seats as the crowd pops. Moments into this transitions to ‘The Anti-Starlet’ Alexis Mercer’s entrance video.

After a few seconds, Alexis appears in the audience walking down the first set of arena stairs as fans are there to greet her while security makes room for her path.
POWERS: ”Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Salem, New York! At five feet, four inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds. She is ‘The Anti-Starlet’ ALEXIS MMEERRCCEERR!!!”
Reaching the bottom level. Alexis Mercer stops to take the energy from the crowd. She surveys everything in front of her then with a swift motion hops over the barricade. Alexis circles ringside halfway before pulling herself onto the apron entering the ring and heads to her respected corner taking off her leather jacket and grabbing both sides of the corner ropes, leaning forward looking at the opponent.
VASSA: ”Ladies and Gentlemen! Let me introduce you to the winner of this match by dominating performance and then moving on to be the next 4CW Fate Champion again, Alexis Mercer. Nice try Andre Holmes for showing up but now you’re going to get outclassed.”
JOHNSON: ”Everything is in motion! Alexis Mercer, Andre Holmes! 4CW Fate Division Showcase! Here we go!”

The two competitors both leave their ring and circle each other keeping close to the ropes. The fans at ringside however are expecting to see a traditional clash of titans. Following up to their expectations are Alexis Mercer and Andre Holmes who hesitate to meet inside the center of the ring. When they do, they lock up in a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Seeing how it’s a temporarily stalemate, Andre shoves her head down to the side in a side headlock submission.

Alexis tries to slip her head out but his strength squeezing down on the head is making it hard. She slips her head out and stands behind him with the right arm wrenched up his spine in a hammerlock instead. Andre leans to the side trying to break the hold but delivers a back elbow instead to her right cheek bone. Mercer takes a few steps back from the harsh blow until her right arm is grabbed by Holmes thus she is thrown into the ropes ahead of her.

VASSA: ”Hey Andre, watch the cheek! Her skin is really sensitive! Does he have a knack for hurting women or is that just me?”
Alexis rebounds off the ropes then gets dropped on her back by a strong shoulder barge into her chest. Andre runs to the ropes at the side and returns to jump over Mercer on her stomach. He repeats the running motion again but returns to duck under her legs as Alexis leap frogs over. The final return of the ropes; Alexis tries to arm drag Holmes but he keeps his weight on the ground. Instead, he spins around trying to arm drag her but she lands on her feet from the quick reaction and drop kicks him into an unoccupied corner.

VASSA: ”See I told you! Alexis is too smart for Andre Holmes! A great Dropkick putting him in the corner. Sit down, be humble!”
Andre rubs his chin and Alexis motions him to get in the center of the ring. He follows on her orders and attempts for a test of strength. Being the smaller of the two, Alexis doesn’t care and says yes but Andre lands a brutal kick to the ribs bending her over then continuing the sequence with an axe kick to the back of the head. Once she stands up to full height, he takes the right arm and throws her to the ropes. A quick clothesline floors her off the return.

JOHNSON: ”Andre Holmes returning the favor by outsmarting Alexis. We talked about his Mixed Martial Arts background as you’ve seen by the Kick to the ribs, the Axe Kick and the Clothesline. Here comes the first pin attempt of the match!”

She kicks out of the match and Andre brings her up to her feet. A few elbow shots into her head leaves her groggy for him to shove Mercer’s head under his right arm pit then hoist her upside down in a vertical suplex. He slowly falls back down on the canvas for a stalling suplex focusing on her back. Alexis sits up yelling at the top of her lungs and she rolls over to get back on her feet trying to recover.

VASSA: ”Oh now he’s workng on the back too! Can we phone in physical abuse of woman for this vanilla midget asshole?!”
Andre wants to continue the punishment so he holds down on the right arm before whipping her into the nearest opposing corner. Alexis holds onto the top rope then shoots her body up in the air letting Andre follow under her. The moment she lands on her feet, Andre bounces his chest on the turnbuckles then rebounds back into her where she barely lifts him on her right shoulder then drops his back across her right knee in a backbreaker.

JOHNSON: ”Back Suplex Backbreaker by the former 4CW Fate Champion. Alexis Mercer turning the tide of the match in her favor and here is the pin attempt!”

No! He kicks out but that back of his is for sure going to hurt again. Alexis drags his body to lean on the bottom rope where she puts his foot on the back of his head choking him. The referee stands at her right side and starts the count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

She backs off at the command of the official before dropping down on her back and rolling out of the ring. Mercer runs across the ringside mat then along of the apron line. Reaching to Andre exposed head first, she leaps off the ringside mat and does a running dropkick to his right temple. Holmes is blown back by the force of the kick as his body rolls into the center of the ring on his back. Alexis stands up on the apron, leaps on the top rope and lands on Andre’s ribs with a springboard 630 degree senton!

JOHNSON: ”Drive-By Dropkick followed by a Springboard 630 Degree Senton! Alexis Mercer is putting on a show and giving Andre Holmes a high-flying class! Here is the pin attempt again!

No! He kicks out again and she’s starting to get a little frustrated. Sitting him up on the canvas, taking both his wrists and pulling his arms back plus the right knee into his back. Alexis locks in the traditional surfboard stretch submission hold in the center of the ring thus adding more fatigue on his back. The referee leans closer checking on Andre’s condition but he denies the official any chance of calling the match. Alexis sees he’s not responding and transitions it over to a rear naked choke trying to cut off the air supply.

VASSA: ”He’s fading away! Andre, just tap out! You got nothing to prove and the fact that you’re surviving this long is more than enough. No shame in surrendering against a force you can’t beat!”
He fights against the submission and carries her weight on his back when he stands up. Andre falls back into the nearest corner and crushes her body weight between his weight and the turnbuckles. She releases the hold then eats a high enguiziri kick behind the right ear forcing her to walk out of the corner on wobbly legs. Before Alexis can fall, she is caught on his right shoulder where Andre lifts her up, twists around and plants her down on the mat with a twisting spinebuster!

JOHNSON: ”Holy canoly! Twisting Spinebuster after an Enguiziri Kick! Andre Holmes still has some fight in him and Alexis didn’t know what hit her!”
Andre takes a few moments to get back to his feet after nearly being choked out. Alexis on the other hands stands on her knees which puts Holmes in the perfect position. Standing at her right side, he delivers back to back roundhouse kicks into her chest with the crowd chanting “YES” after each one. Upon the final kick, he steps back for the tornado kick but she ducks under it. Popping up on her feet, Alexis bends him forward with a kick to the ribs then spikes him on top of his head with a snap ddt.

JOHNSON: ”Snap DDT! Snap DDT! She spiked him on his head and another pin attempt!”

No! He kicks out again and Alexis has had enough! She rolls herself under the bottom rope to the apron and takes her rightful stand behind the ropes. Both hands holding on the top rope, she patiently waits for her prey to rise. With a great springboard off the top rope, she flips backwards in a shooting star motion only to be caught in a fireman’s carry. Andre throws her off in front of him with the back of her neck crashing across his right knee in a death valley driver over the knee variant maneuver.

VASSA: ”Holmes on the Range! Holmes on the Range! The signature of Andre Holmes! This man is trying to deliberately kill Alexis Mercer! Someone help the girl, no don’t pin her!”

No! She shoots her entire out of the pin attempt and Andre sits up wondering what to do. He looks at the corner and gets an idea even though it cost him the match last week. Holmes roll under the bottom rope to the apron, gets up and climbs all the way to the top rope. He’s patiently waiting for Alexis to stand up and when she does, she jumps to the ropes causing him to lose his balance thus balls meet steel.

VASSA: ”Ha ha ha! Perfect sweet justice!”
Andre screams for nearly having his family jewels ruined. Alexis on the other hand puts his legs on the inside of the ropes then she moves through the ropes to the apron. As she’s done to Genie, she leaps on the top rope, springboards with Andre’s head in her clutches to drive his face in the center of the ring with a springboard ace crusher. However, the moment they land on the mat, Alexis bounces backs up to her feet; She runs to the ropes, rebounds to Andre who bounced up to his knees and nearly takes his head off with a running bicycle kick!


No! Andre rolls over onto his chest and is really trying his best to stand. Alexis lifts his head up then flips both the birds in his face. She drags him all the way up to his feet then lifts his back across her shoulders in an augmented fireman’s carry. Andre slips off and hugs her from behind trying to lift- no! She slaps the hold around her waist then kicks the top of his head in with a pele kick!

Once again, she returns him back on her shoulders in that augmented fireman’s carry. Unfortunately for Alexis, Andre slips off again behind her and leaps off the mat backwards wrapping his legs around her neck for a reverse frankensteiner. She lands on the back of her neck then remains on a kneeling position. Andre gets up in front of her, slaps both hands on the mat before releasing the primal scream; A huge thrust kick into her chin knocks her over onto her back in the middle of the ring!



“Relentless” by New Years Day replays around the interior of the Quicken Loans Arena. The Cleveland audience are well pleased and well satisfied from that action packed fate division match. Andre sits up after getting the three count and also gets back up on his feet where he gets his arm raised by the referee. He leans against the ropes for support while the referee tends to Alexis Mercer on the canvas.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, ANDRE HHOOLLMMEESS!!!”
He slowly walks over to the ropes and exits the ring. Backing up slowly with each step with his arms raised while the referee inside the ring helps Alexis sit up on the mat who isn’t looking too happy at the smiling Andre nodding his head at her.
JOHNSON: ”After a long fought hard battle between the two competitors, Andre Holmes came out with a well-deserved victory after giving such a great performance. Alexis Mercer has nothing to be ashamed of as she yet put on a really eye-capturing performance through the match but expect these two to cross paths again. Congratulations to Andre Holmes!”

Coming into the backstage area we find ourselves watching as Carmella Wilder is doing her nails in the mirror. The Extreme belt sitting off to the left not exactly the vision of Extreme we are used to seeing with the belt. Lifting her nails up to give them a blow, to dry them off. But as the door springs open she jumps out of the chair hiding under the desk.
J. WILDER: “Mom where are you?”
Realizing it’s not anything she thought it could be Carmella slinks up back into the chair breathing heavily.
C. WILDER: ”Jett! You scared me.”
J. WILDER: ”Yo what are you scared of? Viduus ain’t been around for weeks.”
Relieved Carmella stands up walking over to Jett, closing the door behind him.
C. WILDER: ”Yeah and I intend to keep it that way. I am sure Viduus will come knocking again. Johnny Evil is insane. Saw some weirdo with a mask on when I was walking in today. A girl named Zombie apparently is on this roster. And you know what? I think laying low is the best way to ensure that this belt doesn’t go anywhere.”
Clearly more worried about his own situation, Jett hardly listens as Carmella points back to the Extreme title.
J. WILDER: ”You are a great champion mom.”
C. WILDER: ”Enough about me though, you ready for Manny? I know how much this one means to you.”
Seeming more focused than usual, no catering trips like usual. Not a single bit of Cheeto dust on his fingers from the vending machine.
J. WILDER: “It means everything, if I lose this one…I am not sure I’ll ever recover. This guy needs to be put in his place. He isn’t a respectable champion, he is a transitional one.”
The irony not lost on many as he is saying this to the champion that used one of her lightsaber to defend her belt.
J. WILDER: “I am going to beat this guy and prove I am one of the big dogs. I have always been and when I am focused? Nobody can beat me. And that’s what I’ll prove against the “champion” of 4CW…God I hate Mariano…I am going to go warm up.”
Filled with rage, Jett storms off leaving his mother there hoping for the best for her son. But quickly she takes a peek out the door both ways. Seeing nobody she closes it locking it as well. Walking back across the room, continue to stay in hiding with her Extreme title.


POWERS: ”The following contest is schedule for one fall…”
The lights get cut off leaving the inside of the arena pitch black. Suddenly, bright white lights shine down from the screen atop the stage and “Pure Morning” starts to blast through the arena speakers. As the smoke around the screen fades the word ‘PURE’ can be seen flashing across it in big black letters against a white background. Kris steps through the curtain, his eyes down at the ground, and out onto the stage as the words of the song start. The lights around the edge of the stage send bright white pillars of light up to the ceiling of the arena, and he stops between them at the top of the ramp.
POWERS: “Weighing in at one hundred ninety-nine pounds, from San Diego, California, ‘The Patron Saint of Discord’, KKRRIISS!!!”
The cameras come up the ramp as he finally raises his eyes to look out at the arena. The camera passes him, circling around his side to see the black letters on his white shorts reading “KRIS” down his right leg. We get behind him as he starts walking down the ramp, the back of his jacket displaying the exact same message at the screen above him. He makes his way down the center of the ramp, not making eye contact with any of the fans that reach out for his hand or try to taunt him on his way to the ring. At ringside, he takes two quick steps, rolling under the bottom rope and then hopping up to run across the the ring. He crosses to the corner, and leaps easily onto the middle turnbuckle, holding his hands out to his sides and antagonizing the negative crowd reaction.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
With the opening instruments of the French Montana and Kodak Black song “Lockjaw” blaring out through the arena, the lights go off and there is a momentary darkness that fills the place. As the hard hip-hop beats come in with full force and the hook plays, a lone light shines down on the center of the stage. It won’t be soon before Lauryn Wolfe emerges and stands in the light, having most of her face covered up with a handkerchief. Bouncing lightly in place, only her eyes are seen and the camera zooms in on them, capturing the hardened look of her brown eyes as she looks on.
POWERS: ”From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at a hundred and twenty-seven pounds, she is ‘The Reckless One’, LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”
With the announcement of her name, Lauryn breaks out of her intense gaze and gets hyped up, slamming the palms of her hands down to the ground and jumps as all of the lights now come back on, flashing accordingly to the beat of the song.
“It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin'”

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

Lauryn hops down and crouches down in her corner and smirks, looking like a predator ready to hunt for some prey as she waits for the match to get underway.
JOHNSON: ”So who do you predict is going to win this match Vinny?”
VASSA: ”Well… you know I don’t know why the members of the 4CW roster sometimes go for the silent treatment when it comes to hyping up their matches. It’s never worked out for anyone. Ever.”
JOHNSON: ”So… I take it you’re going with Lauryn on this one then…”
VASSA: ”Yes you fuck I’m going with Lauryn. I thought that was implied. Let’s just get this shit over with already yeah?”

Lauryn fires out of the corner and catches Kris in the jaw with one of her hard right hands. Those hard rights have been known to cause serious damage against her opponents in the past, going to far as fracturing the ribs of Elijah Carlson over a year earlier in a match for the Primetime Championship. The first punch stumbles Kris, the second one sends him tumbling back into the corner. Lauryn doesn’t relent, though, applying the pressure and delivering brutal body blows to Kris’s abdomen, the flesh of his stomach immediately turning red and showing signs of swelling. Wolfe continues her quick assault, stomping him down into a seated position in the corner. She moves across the ring rapidly to the opposite corner and then takes off at a full sprint. When she gets to be a few feet away from Kris she throws her feet out from underneath of herself in her direction, placing the bottom of her boots squarely into his sternum. The force of the blow throws his body upward into the air before crashing back down to the mat. Lauryn is quick to cover but before the referee can slide in to count the pinfall, Kris gets his foot up on the rope.
Giving him the required space after the rope break, Lauryn waits for the referee to allow her to begin her assault once more. When he does she pulls Kris back up and drives three more punches squarely to his chin before kicking him in the stomach and snapping off a quick suplex. He weighs more than her, though, and the energy required to complete the maneuver seems to drain her of a bit of the energy and quickness she had to kick the match off with. Pushing herself back up a bit more slowly, she drags Kris back up to his feet as well. Throwing him into the ropes, she waits for him to rebound, going for a jumping roundhouse kick that she uses to start the sequence of a maneuver that she calls the territorial mark. Kris, however, ducks under the move and bounces off the opposite ropes, throwing himself at her and catching her with a glancing forearm. She spins away from the impact, still shocked the roundhouse kick missed, and drops to a knee where she only takes half a second to collect herself. It’s all she needs. Kris turns back to her and is met with a nasty European uppercut that sends him tumbling back into the ropes.
After a few moments Kris pushes himself away from the ropes as Lauryn stalks him, considering her next move. She chooses to circle around behind him and leap up onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, locking in a sleeper hold in deep that causes him to drop to one knee a few seconds later. With each passing second he fades more and more, his arms able to reach out for the ropes that are a few feet away a little bit less. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, he manages to get a second burst of energy and throw himself toward the ropes, where his fingertips just manages to grasp onto the middle rope. Letting loose a howl of anger, Lauryn lets the hold go and backs away briefly. But it’s only for a half of a second and when the referee allows the match to continue, Kris turns to face Lauryn and is met immediately with BLOOD IN THE AIR! The crowd erupts as her knee connects, stunning him further. Quickly she hooks onto Kris and FIERY IMPULSE! She quickly rolls him over onto his back and hooks the leg.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”
The referee raises her arm in the air after helping her back up as she looks quite satisfied with her performance that evening. Pointing at the camera she mouths the word “Sativa” and then slashes at her throat.
JOHNSON: ”Well.. that was over quickly.”
VASSA: ”Said every woman who has ever slept with Kris. We’ll be right back ladies and gentlemen”

We cut to the backstage area in the Quicken Loans Arena, standing by is none other than Gabriel Hartman complete with a microphone in his hands. Along with him is none other than Christopher J. Wrigley, behind him is Brody Lee Prince with a big old smile on his face as he chews away on tobacco and also Magnus Brutus who just paces back and forth, brooding as usual.
Hartman leans in towards Wrigley and begins the interview.
HARTMAN: “Why did you refuse the handshake from Jason Cashe?”
Wrigley doesn’t hesitate at all and snaps back quickly.
WRIGLEY: “It’s real simple, Gabe. I don’t bring my Purell.”
With that he laughs, which prompts Brody Lee to laugh along too. Magnus seems too pissed off to ever laugh and continues to pace back and forth.
HARTMAN: “..and the attack? What kind of message were you looking to send here tonight after the match had already finished?”
WRIGLEY: “You see this here?”
Wrigley points to Brody Lee and Magnus. Magnus stops pacing long enough to be pointed at, but continues when Wrigley talks again.
WRIGLEY: “We’re not looking for mutual respect, we’re not looking for honor and glory or even looking for that best for the business bullshit. This group here? This is the House of War. And we’re bringing the fight to everyone and anyone that is looking for one.”
WRIGLEY: ”As far as the attack goes… I think Amsterdam Vallon said it best… when you kill a king, you don’t stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die. Tonight was the first knife in the back.”
Just then a garbage can crashes up against the backwall catching Wrigley off-guard, and putting Magnus and Brody Lee on the defensive just as the can hits the ground. The camera pans over and sees the duo of Jair Hopkins and Jason Cashe approaching, both are doing some talking as Hopkins still holds the lid of the garbage can in his hands. As the duo approach, Cashe removes a small blade from his side and speaks the words of the Butcher himself.
CASHE: “You see this knife? How’d you like to get Gaddafi’d?”
Asking the question, some might need an explanation. Maybe one of them WOULD like to be Gaddafi’d. Google it. Magnus and Brody Lee don’t hesitate, charging right into it with World$tar! Hartman drops the microphone and gets the hell out of there as soon as possible, while Wrigley picks up his briefcase and begins to yell for security. They probably don’t hear it over the sound of Hopkins crashing the garbage can lid down on Brody Lee’s skull! Brody Lee stumbles and Hopkins follows that up with a series of rights and lefts as the two tumble into a stack of crates in the hallway.
HOPKINS: “You feel like laughing now? HUH? No? Okay, I got something even funnier!”
Hopkins grabs a handful of Brody Lee’s hair as he has him up against the crates. Hopkins drives him head-first into the crates, repeatedly, laughing in the process. Meanwhile, Magnus pulls the small blade from his arm as Jason Cashe unloads with a series of rights and uppercuts on the monster. Those two quickly hit the nearest table set up in the middle of the hallway. The camera man frantically attempts to keep up with the two as they fight down the corridor.
WRIGLEY: “Get him! Get him! Kick his ass, Brody Lee!”
Wrigley yells wildly as he follows Hopkins and Brody Lee down the hallway. Brody Lee fires back with some shots of his own as Wrigley distracts Hopkins with his voice and approaching footsteps, Brody Lee unloads with a big lariat knocking Hopkins into the ladies dressing room!! There are a number of screams heard from off camera as 4CW security finally shows up to break those two up.
The camera cuts over to where Jason Cashe has been pinned up against a wall in the back we see him duck out of the way just in the nick of time as Magnus Brutus hits the wall, slamming through it with the force of two men!!

CASHE: “Ohhh I bet that hurt!”
Pieces go flying everywhere in the process as Magnus collapses, with Cashe underneath him. The drywall crumbled and laid about over and around them. Security rushes in to separate the fight. Brody Lee hurries to assist Magnus but is spun around as Jair Hopkins gets back into the mix. A huge slapping wide right fist connects into the jawline of Magnus as he stumbles back from the blow. He swings back in response but Hopkins slides, ducking it and hitting Magnus to the body with a 3 punch combo. He moves out of reach after landing his shots as even more security burst into the scene.
HOPKINS: “I’m good! Chill!”
Throwing his hands up, Hopkins wasn’t trying to resist a security team. A few of them already with their tasers out. Brody Lee and Jason Cashe get help getting out of the rubble they caused going through a wall but Cashe wasn’t done fighting. Lifting a chunk of drywall up with him, he slaps Brody to the back of his head. A security guard quickly points and fires, the snapping of electricity is heard as Cashe begins to convulse. Everyone goes quiet except Christopher Wrigley who can be heard laughing from a good distance.
WRIGLEY: “If anyone ever needed electric shock therapy, am I right? Haha!”
HOPKINS: “Come on! That’s messed up!”
As the popping of volts pumping into Cashe come to an end, he crumbles back to the ground. Brody takes it upon himself to soccer kick a downed Cashe to the stomach, no security member moved to tase him. Hopkins throwing his hands up as if looking for a Penalty Flag to be thrown, instantly snaps at Magnus with a stepping side kick that connects to his chin. Magnus stumbles back losing his balance and falls after tripping on some debris. That’s when security decides to take control once again.
WRIGLEY: “Arrest them! Arrest them both!!”
A groggy Cashe trying to sit up, probably in a large part only seeing with a blur, shouts out his complaint.
How was it racist though? Nobody understood and Cashe was no doubtingly elsewhere mentally as his head falls back down. Brody being held back by security, as was the others involved in the brawl, looks down at Cashe and his face brightens in disgust.
PRINCE: “He peed himself!!”
Somehow even Cashe had still found a new low. Yet from the look on his face, he was smiling. Enjoying the relief that comes with a good urination. Hopkins just stands there shaking his head, slightly dropped. Nobody REALLY surprised though.
HOPKINS: “C’mon man! This aint the greatest time to relieve yourself. But ya’ll mofos think this is funny huh? Hope ya’ll get ED!”
Hopkins walks over and tries to help Cashe up to his feet but his first and second attempts failed. He tried again and it was a better attempt but Cashe wasn’t ready to get up. In result, Hopkins accidentally went to one knee, that knee taking a dive into that wet spot. His left pant leg was now ruined as his face turned foul as Brody, Magnus and Wrigley both getting a huge laugh out of it all.

The camera cut back to ringside where the management duo of Perry Wallace and Jimmy Walker make their way down the entrance ramp. Turning the corner, the two climb the steps before entering to a displeased Cleveland crowd. Walking to the ropes, Perry calls out to a member of the ringside crew and as requested, a microphone is placed in his hands. Backing up to the center of the ring, he scans the entire crowd before rising the microphone to his lips.
WALLACE: “Good evening Cleveland… home of the greatest football team EVER.”
Unable to say that with a straight face, he chuckles to himself as the crowd begins to stir, showing their displeasure with his comment.
WALLACE: “Lighten up, damn! Can’t even come out here joking around without you people wanting my head.”
Prepared unlike his boss, Jimmy pulls out a microphone from his jacket pocket before cutting off Perry before he continues.
WALKER: “You people?”
Slowly, Perry turns his attention to Jimmy before shaking his head and stepping forward.
WALLACE: “Jesus fucking Christ. Let me just get to the point before Jimmy pulls a Bryan Williams and ruins this moment.”
Turning to the large television screens above the entrance way, Perry points to them. Like magic, an advertisement for Fright Night appears.
WALLACE: “October twenty-fifth… in the city that is home to the WORST football team ever. A team that has fans such as American Tommy, or as he prefers to be called… Feets!”
WALKER: “You need to relax with all that, Perry. It’s not his fault he contracted WWH AIDS when he slept with Kaysie while helping her search for her passport.”
WALLACE: “Is that so? Well, speaking of Feets… let’s get down to one of the featured matches for both Octane and Adrenaline at Fright Night.”
Pacing the ring, Perry walks along the edge with his free hand gliding along the top rope.
WALLACE: “Anastasia Hayden… our Fate Champion. She’s been quite impressive since signing with 4CW to say the least. She’s just about beaten anyone who has crossed her path, including the 4CW Champion at the time, my baby boy, Bronx. The woman is hungry for a challenge as we can all see. And you know what folks, we’ve been planning one for her as you all may know.”
WALLACE: “A gauntlet match featuring challengers from both Adrenaline and Octane. Maybe, just maybe, someone will be able to step to the plate and defeat Ana in that ring, bringing the competition she seeks to her front door.”
WALKER: “I don’t know if you knew this or not Perry, but there is someone who has defeated her in a 4CW ring. And with that, we have one of two Octane challengers set to compete in this cross brand match and that person is no one other than Caroline Burchill.”
WALLACE: “I knew that! I was just playing with these people here tonight!”
WALKER: “These people?”
WALLACE: “Goddamnit!”
WALKER: “And our second Octane talent will be decided next week on Octane in a match between Tornado Desencadenado and American Tommy.”
With his hands on his hips, Jimmy looks down to the mat as he shakes his head. After a short moment passes, he then looks back up to Perry with the microphone beneath his bottom lip.
WALKER: “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were grooming Andre Holmes to compete in this match with his back to back matches against former Fate Champions.”
With a smile on his face, Perry holds his hand up, extending his index finger.
WALLACE: “That is correct.”
WALKER: “So just who happens to be the second Adrenaline talent to challenge in this gauntlet?”
WALLACE: “I’ll be glad to answer that for you tonight. Unlike what some may believe, Genie Carlson will in fact not be partaking in this match. I have something else in mind for her but there are two people I wouldn’t mind seeing in a showdown for that last and final spot.”
WALKER: “Oh, really?”
WALLACE: “Indeed, Jimmy. One just competed and the other is scheduled to compete in the upcoming match.”
WALKER: “But you said that you had other plans for Genie.”
WALLACE: “I do, but I don’t have any plans for Christy Chaos. It’s true, she hasn’t had the greatest luck but damn if the woman doesn’t give it her all each and every time she steps through those ropes. The same can be said about Alexis Mercer, I don’t give a fuck what she said about earlier and the Fate Championship. Elevate the damn title! So earlier today I had an idea. We have a ‘qualifying’ match between two people on Octane. Why not have one for Adrenaline as well. At the next Adrenaline, these two ladies will meet in this ring and decide who will be the fourth challenger for the Fate Championship!”
WALKER: “That’s all fine and dandy, but the Fate Championship is leaving with Octane. I just thought you should know that beforehand. And it’s going to be named something new, too.”
Nodding, Perry steps away from the ropes and heads back to the center of the ring, stopping right beside Jimmy.
WALLACE: “And that’s just one of many matches we have in store for you all at Fright Night. We have Kimitsu Zombie challenging Amber Ryan for the Pride Championship. We have the Tag Team Champions, Jair Hopkins and Jason Cashe–”
WALLACE: “Worldstar, defending against The Hostile Takeover that Mr. Wrigley has put together with Brody Lee Prince and Magnus Brutus!”
Looking over to Jimmy, Perry speaks directly to him.
WALLACE: “What do you have for us, Jimbo?”
WALKER: “Do you not pay attention to anything?”
WALLACE: “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
Holding his free arm out to his side as he asks.
WALKER: “Well, if you did, you would already know that we have two contenders scheduled to face off for the Octane Championship after your great talent signing ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. At Fright Night, we will see Seth Daniels and Bryan Laughlin in the ring for the top belt in Octane! Notice how I said top belt.”
WALLACE: “Yeah, I heard you. Of course it’s the top belt. It’s the only belt!”
WALKER: “At the moment it is, but we both know that Octane is taking home the Fate.”
WALLACE: “You better talk to Ana about that. I’m fairly confident that she feels differently on the subject.”
WALKER: “She’ll figure it out on her own.”
Looking out to the crowd, Jimmy cocks his head to the side with a smile on his face. He then turns back to Perry with the microphone raises to his lips.
WALKER: “What do you have in store for that Extreme Championship?”
WALLACE: “I’m glad you asked. We all know what Fright Night brings.”
WALKER: “Oh we do?”
WALLACE: “You’re goddamn right we do! For the last two years, the Extreme Championship has been featured in the Warzone of Horrors! We already have a lot going on with other matches for Fright Night but there’s no way that this match could be left off. Although the 4CW Championship will not be on the line due to Bronx and Mariano main eventing the night, there will be a contract for a title shot and the Extreme Championship up for grabs.”
WALKER: “Well at least this year there’s no boring ass Royal Family. That model for that gay mens magazine you subscribe to broke his pinky toenail and ran away for good. Tara is busy growing the next generation of exotic dancer. And Eli.. haha. That’s self explanatory. Please, tell us who you’re hoping will make up for last years disappointment.”
WALLACE: “Carmella Wilder, our Extreme Champion, will be the only person walking into this match with some leather and metal around her waist. This match has always been about the people in it risking their lives for the not only the Extreme Championship that can change hands multiple times, but primarily for the prize above the cage, hanging from the rafters. With the 4CW Championship out of the equation, we’ll have a contract for a title match like last year. With everything else in the works, we have a few BIG names that we are going to see in this match, as well as some other names that I think this match could elevate and show a side to them that we didn’t know existed. This match brings out the worst in people with how far they are willing to go to obtain what’s at the end of the line.”
WALKER: “You should be directing your attention to them. I already know where we’re going with this. We literally just discussed this before coming out here.”
Cutting through Jimmy with his eyes, Perry appears a bit irritated that Jimmy isn’t going along with this ‘bit’.
WALLACE: “Well why don’t you just tell us who some of these bigger names are that we have in mind for this match.”
WALKER: “It will be my pleasure! As you just said, we have the Extreme Champion, Carmella Wilder. There’s one person I can think of off the top of my head right now that wants to take that belt from her more than anyone else.”
WALLACE: “And who might that be?”
WALKER: “You already know this but I’ll play along. Viduus Morta! The man who dropped you on your ass at Bad Company!”
That comment alone brings joy to the crowd.
WALKER: “Then there’s the obvious person for this match. The man who wants his heart back and this just so happens to be an opportunity for him to earn a chance to do so. Dakota Smith!”
WALLACE: “You know, he nearly killed someone in this very same match two years ago, right?”
WALKER: “And maybe this year he’ll actually do the deed!”
WALLACE: “These next two I feel deserve to be in this match. One has defeated former and at the time current champions in 4CW, and the other could have very well won it herself had she not taken someone else’s involvement into consideration. Some may disagree, and some may even say themselves that they don’t care to be in this match but honestly, I don’t give a damn. This is about putting on the best match that we possibly can with what we’re given and goddamnit, that’s exactly what I’m going to do! So with that said, making her return to the Warzone of Horrors for the second year, we have Genevie Carlson! And making her appearance in the Warzone of Horrors for the first time ever, we have Persephone Marquis!”
WALKER: “Not bad. I’ll guarantee the first one to get nudes into my dm’s a win in this match.”
Jimmy says as he looks to the nearby camera, pretending that this is news to his ears. He then turns back to Perry.
WALKER: “Buuuuuut…I’m going to shoot you straight here. Other than Viduus, you don’t really have the extreme types competing in this brutal match. What gives?”
WALLACE: “I’m still working on the rest of the names.”
WALKER: “Seriously? What’s all you have? Come on, you have to have at least one more you can announce tonight.”
WALLACE: “I’m glad you asked! I do have someone in mind who could carry both the 4CW and Extreme Championships and defend them like no other. He’s versatile. He’s a little bit crazy. He also just so happened to be one of two people who knocked off two former multi-time 4CW Champions earlier tonight.”
WALKER: “That was a tag match.”
WALLACE: “His partner will be in the mix as well as you already know. Hell, these two could very well turn on one another if given the opportunity of some gold dangling in front of them. What? You have someone better in mind that isn’t already involved in something else?”
WALKER: “No, I think Erron will suffice. It’s obvious that you still have a hard-on for Omerta. But that’s only six people.”
WALLACE: “Well, that’s who I have so far and will announce the last two next Adrenaline… and what in the fucking fuck?! The fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
WALKER: “It’s pretty obvious as anyone can tell.”
WALLACE: “Just be lucky that I didn’t name him as the fourth for team Adrenaline in the War Games match!”
WALKER: “Ohhh, really? You already know my fourth, but here we are still waiting on yours.”
WALLACE: “I’m scouting. I have a couple in mind and will make the announcement at the next Adrenaline.”
WALKER: “Okay, that’s when I will announce the fourth for team Octane officially as well.”
WALLACE: “I will go ahead and name the team captain for Adrenaline tonight though.”
WALKER: “Is that so? Well, who you got?”
WALLACE: “You’ll see him in the main event later tonight.”
Perry says with a wink of the eye.
WALKER: “You can’t name Bronx team captain when he isn’t even in the match.”
WALLACE: “I was talking about Chris Madison! Who’s yours?”
WALKER: “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
WALLACE: “Um, yeah!”
WALKER: “I’m not showing my hand just yet. This is news suited more to be announced on Octane, not Adrenaline.”
WALLACE: “If you say so, but at least we have the bulk of Fright Night announced now!”
WALKER: “We do, and may the best talent on Octane win.”
Before Perry can respond, Jimmy tips his hat to him and turns away, headed toward the ropes and exiting the ring. Biting the inside of his cheek, Perry looks on for a short moment before shrugging his shoulders and following behind.


POWERS: ”The following contest is a Fate Division matchup and is schedule for ONE FALL!”
“Cold and black inside this coffin”
“‘Cause you all try to keep me down”
“How it feels to be FORGOTTEN”

Skillet’s “Back From The Dead” continues over the sound system as Christy parts the curtains, getting a pop from the fans. Slowly walking to the center of the stage she removes the hood of her hoodie and makes a quick glance over to the crowd, that continues to pop in a mixed reaction.
POWERS: “Making her way to the ring… Hailing from Laughlin, Nevada… ‘The Star Struck Princess’… CHRISTY CCHHAAOOSS!!!”
Christy smirks rubbing her chin before continuing her way down the ramp. Stopping at the steps, she removes her hoodie and tosses it back-handed into the crowd as she walks up the steps. Wiping her feet on the apron, she steps through the ropes and into the ring. She brushes her hands through her hair before holding both arms out and making a quick circle around the ring with a smirk on her face. After that Christy leans in the corner and begins warming up.
VASSA: ”Laughlin, Nevada?! WHAT THE FUCK? I never noticed that before. Do you think everyone there dresses like a clown?”
JOHNSON: ”You know that Bryan isn’t the only Laughlin in the world right? And that just because something shares his last name doesn’t mean it’s full of clowns or latex or spousal abuse.”
VASSA: ”WHOA! Listen. Kaelan isn’t married to him. In fact, if you watched Octane, you’d see she’s probably not even dating him. Besides, Kaelan Laughlin sounds fucking RETARDED! Kaelan Vassa sounds much better. I’d let her eat spaghetti off my chest.”
JOHNSON: ”Not really sure what any of this has to do with Christy Chaos’ hometown but whatever you say Vincent.”
VASSA: ”Just saying.. her makeup sort of resembles a clowns.”
The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.
“Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest bitch is back,
I’m back part 2, part 2
I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”

Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred thirty-six pounds, she is ‘THE BOSTON GENIE’… GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”

Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.
“And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch
And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”

She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.
VASSA: ”Okay I changed my mind. Kaelan isn’t going to be my wife. Genie is. Genie Carlson sounds FUCKING RETARDED! Genie Vassa sounds much better. And that purple glittery lipstick would look great on my di-“
JOHNSON: ”Jesus Christ, Vinny, seriously?! What did you take before this match?”
VASSA: ”I may have snorted Viagra. And Pixie Stix.”
VASSA: ”I want to make a good impression on Genie. And if she turns me down I figure I’ll be ready to be one half of Christy’s Mya Denton fantasy.”
JOHNSON: ”Who says sh-“
Inside the ring the referee checks with both women quickly to make sure they’re ready for the match, having gone over the rules and ensuring there was no hidden foreign objects tucked away in either of their garments. Satisfied with the nods of both women, he signals for the bell.

Both women rush to the middle of the ring at the sound of the bell with Genie blocking a left hand from Christy before using her momentum against her to take her down with an arm drag. Christy pops right back up with a smirk on her face, nodding at her opponent who simply shrugs back at her. A moment later the two tie up with Christy muscling Genie back into the corner. Chaos then drives a knee into Genie’s stomach, a maneuver that in the past has caused much outrage and drama in the wrestling community, before snapping off a knife edge chop to Carlson’s ample bosom that stands her straight back up. Christy then latches on to Genies arm and starts to Irish Whip her out of the corner but instead of releasing her she hang on and pulls Genie back into a nasty standing clothesline that flattens the former Fate champion. Raising her arms outward, Christy stands over Genie briefly, staring down at her with a smirk on her face.
It doesn’t last long as Genie grabs onto Christy and pulls her down into a rollup. The referee quickly slides in to count the pinfall attempt.

Both women roll back to their feet, taking a moments pause to shake their limbs loose. Christy beckons Genie to bring it on a short moment later to which Genie obliges her, the two coming together in a tie up once more. This time Genie gets the advantage, working Christy over into a side headlock. Chaos doesn’t waste time trying to break free of the hold, eventually placing her hand on Genie’s back to get leverage and shove her off and into the ropes. Genie rebounds and charges back at Chaos quickly but Christy is quick to catch her in mid air and twist, slamming her down to the mat with a bodyslam. This time it’s Christy’s turn to go for a pinfall attempt, throwing her leg over Genie’s and hooking the opposite one.

Again both women get back to their feet, Christy just a moment ahead of Genie giving her the opportunity to try and take Gen’s head off with another clothesline. But yet again Genie ducks under the attack and this time charges to the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them and coming back at Christy at full speed. She leaps into the air and drills Christy with a scissor kick, knocking her down much to the glee of the crowd.
JOHNSON: ”It wasn’t that exciting. It’s actually been a pretty back and forth match so far with neither woman getting much over on the other one.”
VASSA: ”Steve. Seriously. Do you not understand that it’s a good thing when the women start scissor kicking?”
JOHNSON: ”I fucking hate you.”
Genie pulls Christy back up by her hair and then military presses her above her head, holding her there for a moment to show off her power before dropping her face down to the mat. The pace of the match begins to slow down with Carlson gaining the momentum in her favor. With Christy rolled over onto her back, Genie snaps off a few kicks to her sides forcing her to roll over onto her stomach. Moving to stand with one leg on either side of Christy, Genie bends down and smacks Christy across the back of her head before placing a knee into her back, taking her arms and pulling upward to stretch her torso out agonizingly. Chaos cries out in pain, trying to wiggle free of the maneuver but finding it difficult to move in any direction. Carlson shouts at her to give up but Christy shakes her head no. Finally, Genie grows impatiently with the hold and adjust so that her foot is right between Christy’s shoulder blades, stretching her out more before finally releasing her arms, her foot driving her face first down into the mat. The crowd groans as Genie holds out her hands and smirks momentarily before spotting a sign in the crowd.

Ignoring her opponent, Genie points to the sign as she moves towards the ropes. As she does so she flutters her eyebrows and licks her lips momentarily. When she reaches the ropes she steps up onto the bottom one and leans forward, extending her right arm outward and then slowing allowing her middle finger on her right hand to shoot upward, shouting at the group of men that they could never be with a woman like her. In the meantime, Christy has managed to pull herself back up using the opposite set of ropes and stands waiting for Genie to turn back around and face her. As Genie turns back around Christy meets her with a stiff kick to the boot that flows right into STAR STRIKE! The crowd pops loudly as the double under hook DDT connects perfectly. Christy wastes no time shifting her body and rolling Genie over into position, locking in the CC TRAP! As soon as the hold is set in the body language of Genevie Carlson changes and visibly she becomes panicked, her legs flailing, trying to find some kind of traction to break free as Christy tightens the hold down even farther, further cutting off her air supply.
VASSA: ”HA! Christy thinks she’s got Genie in a bad position now but if she would’ve done her research she’d know that Genie likes to be choked!”
JOHNSON: ”For Christ’s sake Vinny you’ve become a walking DTF account.”
As Genie continues to fight against the chokehold and Christy keeps trying to lock it in fully, a small section of fans right by the commentators overheard what Steve had just had just said to Vinny. Slowly, but surely, a chant begins to echo around the arena.

VASSA: ”*headset slamming noise”
The crowd pops as Vinny, a few moments later, is seen hopping up onto the security barrier, jiggling his fat ass belly the whole way before unsteadily standing up with his arms held up in the air as the chants start getting louder. In the ring, Genie manages to finally get her foot to the bottom rope just before she could black out completely. The referee quickly taps Christy on the shoulder, forcing her to break the chokehold. Frustration and disappointment are etched into Christy’s expression as she pushes herself back up to her feet. Bending down, she pulls Genie up with her. As Genie is pulled up, however, she gets a second wind and breaks free of Christy’s grasp, leaping and catching her flush in the temple with an enziguri kick that flattens both women down in the ring. The fan chants for fat commentator cease at the sound of the kick connecting, the fans attention suddenly being drawn back into the match. The sounds of feet beating against the floor, hands clapping and fans cheering and booing fill the arena as the two women begin to work their way back to a standing position.
Christy crawls over to the corner nearest to her and pulls herself upward. Once she’s standing she turns and slouches against the turnbuckle pads, resting and trying to regain her bearings as Genie uses the ropes across the ring to pull herself back up to a standing position. The camera suddenly pans to a familiar, rather large, face in the crowd. An older, THUNDER-ish looking man dressed in all REDD, holds up a sign right in Genie’s line of view.

Shaking her head as though she’s seeing things, Genie rubs at her eyes for a second and then shakes her head in amusement before turning back and seeing where Christy is at. An idea seems to dawn on Genie a moment later as she nods her head and then backs into the corner directly opposite of where Christy is resting. Soon after, Genie takes a deep breath and then dashes across the ring. When she gets to be a few feet away from Christy she leaps into the air and drills her with a perfect body splash, her “war titties” colliding with Christy’s face. Those watching at home would soon afterward get a slow motion replay of Christy’s face rippling on impact from Genie’s breasts and the force of the rest of her body.
Stumbling out of the corner, Christy drops down to both knees in the middle of the ring. Genie acts quickly, bouncing off the ropes and coming back behind Christy.
Christy is flattened by Genie’s signature maneuver but the former Fate Champion isn’t done, circling around as Christy begins to push her way back up to her hands and knees. Just as she gets there Genie pounces, leaping and placing her foot right on the back of Christy’s skull. STILETTO KISS! Carlson drops to her knees as soon as the move connects flush, rolling Christy over and hooking her leg for the pinfall.

Rolling off of her fallen opponent, Genie pushes herself back up to her feet and claps her hands together, quite satisfied with the victory as the referee moves to raise her hand to acknowledge her as the winner.
”Here is your winner by pinfall… GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
Genie shouts at Christy who rolls herself out of the ring and begins to head back to the backstage area, disappointment clear in her expression as she look on at Genie in the ring. Meanwhile, Vinny Vassa returns from being amongst his people to sit back down with Steve.
JOHNSON: ”Do you feel better now? Are you done with your bullshit? You missed most of a pretty good match.”
VASSA: ”I don’t think I want to be a man of the people any more. I was accosted by a man who I swear to gawd was REDD THUNDER’s identical twin.”
JOHNSON: ”It wa-… you know what. Nevermind. I’m glad your back Vinny and I’m sure the fans watching at home are too. We’ll be right back folks.”

Backstage, Gabriel Hartman lingers around the presence of Johnny Evil who has his shirt off with a gym towel draped over his head as he sits upon one of the 4CW electrical boxes. Evil eyes Hartman real quick as if to say, 4CW can afford all this cheesy ass new talent such as Iceberg, but they can’t get better backstage interviewers.
Taking a moment, Hartman straightens out his tie…
…what a corporate sell-out!
HARTMAN: ”Johnny, there’s been some tension brewing between you and Judas for a few weeks now, from you costing him a Pride Championship match, to the social media exchanges… now tonight, Judas tried to return the favor and cost you a triple threat match between Darryl Wallace and Iceberg, what are your thoughts on that?”
Evil looks up at Hartman suspiciously…
EVIL: “My thoughts, Hartman? Look, I said it from the beginning. Judas runs that mouth as if he’s even put in enough time to come out to that damn ring and talk like he runs it. Dude doesn’t even know what in the fuck is going on in this company, but he’s going to try and sting and belittle people… That ain’t gonna’ happen as long as I’m around. Especially when he wants to take digs at my hometown of Detroit!”
Evil pauses for a moment as he pulls the towel from his head and drops it to the floor reaching over and grabbing the water bottle resting beside him. He tilts it over his head and lets the water left in the bottle pour over his head and drip down his body onto the floor.
EVIL: “Fuck outta’ here with that! That guys more salty than a King Crabs dick because I cost him the biggest opportunity he’s had in 4CW since he arrived! Maybe if the guy knew how to focus and keep his damn lips sealed for a moment, he wouldda’ had that title shot against Amber Ryan… but nope, he’s ignorant as fuck! His mouth and not choosing his words carefully is what cost him!”
Evil smirks…
EVIL: “As for me, Judas couldn’t even plot an onslaught if it came with a how to for dummies manual. We see what happened earlier. He thought he could return the favor and screw me over, but I got the upper hand. My advice to him is… try harder. See, while he’s still salty and acting irrational, I’m winning matches. I’m not as worried about him as he is me. To me, Judas has a hell of a lot more to learn if he wants to strive in this business, I mean who does he think he is? If he wants to opportunity to step up and try and take me down.. He’s more than welcome. Everyone knows that Evil doesn’t run from a fight, I’m far too invested in myself and have far too much pride to do –”
Evil’s cut short as he’s clubbed in the back of the head by a pipe wrench from Dean Judas who came running up behind him full sprint. Evil falls forward, hitting the concrete floor with a tremendous thud. Judas begins stomping on Johnny’s back as he starts to shout and talk shit.
JUDAS: “Who the fuck am I? WHO THE FUCK AM I??”
Judas drops the pipe wrench to the ground and then picks Evil up as Hartman cowers away and makes a break to get security. Gripping the back of Evil’s head, Judas begins to smash it against the top of the electrical box before releasing him and causing him to stagger around. Judas then looks to floor and reaches down, lifting up some electrical wires and wrapping them around Evil’s neck causing him to drop to both knees.
JUDAS: “I’m the fucking man, that’s who I am!!”
As blood starts to leak down Evil’s back from the pipe wrench shot, Judas slams him against the electrical box, and releases his grip on the wires. With Evil slumped up against the side of the box, Judas runs forward and drills him in the face a knee. He reaches down and grabs Johnny hoisting him up and powerbombing him across the electrical box, causing sparks to jump and the lighting backstage to flicker.
VASSA: “I told you once and I’ll tell you again, Johnson!! Payback is a bitch!!!”
Evil rolls off of the box and lands on the concrete as Judas stands over him with a wicked smirk…
JUDAS: “I’m the man that did this to you!!”
Judas reaches over and forcefully flips the electrical box over onto Johnny, pinning him to the floor, before dropping to a knee and reaching down, grabbing Evil by the hair. He turns Evil’s head and stares him in the eyes as Evil starts fading out of consciousness. Smashing Evil’s head against the concrete floor for one final lick, Judas stands up, wiping his hand which is covered with Evil’s blood across the electrical box as he starts a backpedal away from the scene while security and EMT’s rush to help.
JOHNSON: “What a vicious attack from Dean Judas! Johnny Evil could be out for a very long time!!”


JOHNSON: ”Well, this will be an interesting match.”
VASSA: ”Because of the Twitter stuff? Please say it’s because of that.”
JOHNSON: ”I was hoping to avoid that, Vinny. It’s because we have two talented members of the roster in the ring soon! This is a big match!”
VASSA: ”No doubt about it! Brandon Banks is still looking for a way to make his name here in 4CW, he can certainly put himself up on the map with a win here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed, Ana Hayden has emerged from almost out of nowhere as a top contender. She has beaten the former 4CW Champion, current Pride Champion, and Extreme Champion. Quite a nice list lately.”
VASSA: ”Brandon Banks will be no easy task though, tough in his own right. She’s got a lot to get through in order to get a win here tonight.”
The arena rests in a soft gradient of the rising sun, shifting away from the usual lighting fixture.
“One day, Simba… The sun will set on my time here, and will rise through you as the new king.
And this will all be mine?
Everything the light touches…
…Everything the lights touches.”

As the legendary speech given in the Lion King fades away, a loud siren drones over the PA system. “Hero” by Nas starts to blurt out, blasting the entire arena heavily. The lights ditch from the peaceful settings to a torrent of flashing colors. Blue and white cycle rapidly as the beat truly picks up. The audience gets on their feet for the arrival of Killah B. A jet of smoke comes out the stage, shrouding the entrance way.
“Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater
Hate him or love him for the same reason
Can’t leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God’s Son we trust
Cause they know I’m gonna give em what they want
They looking for a hero, I guess that makes me a hero”

Brandon Banks makes his way out suddenly, absorbing the initial pop that he gets. He stares out to the audience for a moment. A smile dawns on his face, before he starts to nod his head. He mouths that he does deserve the reaction. He turns his back on them literally and throws his arms out. He walks backward down the ring ramp, begging for more of a reaction. When he gets it, he turns around and the first thing he does and tells the fans off. Despite the verbal abuse and him almost smacking a fan.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring… Proudly representing HIS CITY of New Jersey… He is the ONE… THE ONLY… BRANDON BBAANNKKSS!!!”
Yet, his showboating comes to an end as he draws focus on what comes ahead. He tucks his head, and methodically makes his way up the ring steps. When he stops, he raises his head slowly only to give a serious look to the camera. He enters the ring and heads straight for the middle. His arms goes up, getting another pop from the hot crowd. He follows this by climbing the top rope and sending up the ‘roc’ with his hands. He descends down with a shadow looming over his features. Just as his feet touch the mat, Banks drops to his knees, and proceeds to lean back against the corner in typical form, waiting for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ”Big fight feel tonight. Their war of words certainly didn’t help matters.”
VASSA: ”Ana really had a lot to say, let’s see if she can back it up.”
JOHNSON: ”A win here for either competitor really puts their name out there as a top contender here in 4CW. Would be easy to see how they might be next in line for that 4CW World Championship.”
VASSA: ”Baby steps, Steve!”
“Word up, son, word, yeah
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
For real, niggas who ain’t got no feelings
Check it out now”

The lighting in the building darkens a bit before the opening of “Shook Ones (Part II)” by Mobb Deep starts playing and the crowd begins to boo. As soon as the intro of the song finishes, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. The negative reception doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance, surveying the ring and the crowd before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.
”I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got ‘nough shots to share”

POWERS: ”Making her way to the ring, hailing from Steele, North Dakota…weighing in at one hundred twenty-eight pounds…she is the ‘GRAND DUCHESS’… ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”
”Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin’
And keep them shook crews runnin’, like they supposed to
They come around, but they never come close to”

The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She brushes them off as she leaps up to the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, perching herself on the top turnbuckle, and popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ”Ana looks focused. Determined.”
VASSA: ”Brandon looks cool. Calm. Collected.”
JOHNSON: ”I hope you folks are ready for this match!”
VASSA: ”Enough talk, ring the bell!”

The bell rings, and we are underway! Brandon Banks stays in the corner, looking at Ana for a moment. She looks ready for a battle, already waiting in the middle of the ring for him. Brandon rolls his eyes, calmly walking to meet her. Suddenly, he runs at her for a takedown attempt! Ana ducks out of the way, sending Brandon running to the ropes. Brandon continues running, ducking an attempted Clothesline on his rebound. He hits the other side of the ropes, and knocks Ana down with a running Yakuza Kick!
Ana eats the shot, hitting the mat hard as Brandon is quickly on top of her. He begins to rain down punches, hammerfists and elbows as Ana tries to cover up as best she can. Larry Collins steps in, trying to break the action. Ana kicks her way out, trying to get up to her feet. Brandon steps back, but immediately lays into Ana with a hard elbow!
JOHNSON: ”What a shot by Banks there!”
VASSA: ”He doesn’t look impressed at all, or worried!”
Ana staggers backwards, leaning against the ropes as Banks looks on. Brandon grabs her by the hair, dragging her forward and delivering another hard elbow to the side of her head! The shot lands true, knocking Ana down to the mat. Banks casually walks over to her, not really giving much effort so far. He smirks, taunting Ana for a moment. His fingers holding an invisible cigarette, he leans over and taps the “ash” onto his downed opponent. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Brandon grabs Ana and lifts her up. He quickly drives her into the mat with a Pump Handle Michinoku Driver! Brandon quickly covers her, as Larry Collins counts the pin.

Ana easily kicks out, a look on her face as she does. Banks looks on, already annoyed by her actions. They both scramble to their feet, and Ana catches Brandon with a kick to his stomach. He stumbles back, allowing Ana to catch him with a big running Spinning Wheel Kick! She knocks Brandon backwards, sending him tumbling to the mat. Brandon rolls through, but Ana chases after him and catches him as he gets up. A running Dropkick sends him into the corner, hard, as he stumbles back out. Ana catches him clean with a Hook Kick, dropping him to the mat! She quickly moves in for the cover!

A quick kickout from Brandon Banks, he has the idea to roll to the outside to recover. Unfortunately for him, Anastasia Hayden has planned for this. She drives through the top and middle rope, connecting with a Suicide Dive! Brandon can’t recover in time, as he catches the full force of Ana’s weight and lands hard on the ground! He hits the barricade quite hard, as Ana lands on her feet. Ana sees Brandon trying to get back up, a kick to his side lands clean. Brandon tries getting back up again, but another kick lands clean to his side!
JOHNSON: ”Ana is really letting him have it!”
VASSA: ”Can you blame her? She’s fired up right now!”
Larry Collins yells at the two to get back into the ring, threatening to start his ten count. Brandon attempts to crawl back into the ring, but Ana is right there. She grabs him, turning to toss him right back into the barricade. Brandon spins at the last second, sending Ana crashing hard into the barricade! Ana lands back first, falling to the mat as Brandon Banks looks on. He debates continuing the attack for a moment, but quickly decides to roll back into the ring instead. Larry looks to the outside, again calling for Ana to get back into the ring. The crowd seems to be on her side, as the ringside audience members try to call her name to get her going! With Ana not moving, Collins has no choice but to start his count!
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Banks looks pleased with himself, as he watches Ana on the outside. Ana begins to stir, causing his expression to change. He quickly exits the ring, heading over to her direction. Ana is on all fours, as Banks approaches. He grabs her by the hair, picking her up to her feet. Brandon says something to her, but Ana lights him up with an Elbow! Brandon stumbles backwards, catching himself. Upset, he turns to charge Ana, but she catches him in a Drop Toe Hold! Brandon connects with the ring steps, face first!
JOHNSON: ”Oh my god!”
VASSA: ”That didn’t sound pleasant, Brandon might be hurt here.”
JOHNSON: ”He wasn’t able to protect himself in time, he ate a lot of those steps! I think he looks out of it!”
VASSA: ”Here you go Ana, here is your chance! Get in that ring and take the countout win!”
Realizing the extent of her damage done, Ana rolls into the ring. She watches as Larry Collins begins to his count, but Ana quickly rolls back out. She doesn’t want an easy victory, but getting Brandon back into the ring is anything but easy. She struggles, but eventually the two are back inside of the ring. Ana quickly scurries over to her downed opponent, covering him for the pinfall!

Brandon Banks is not quite out of it yet, he still looks very dazed as Ana creates some space between them. She steps backwards, waiting for Brandon to get back to his feet. There is a look of fury in her eyes, as she watches her opponent. Brandon finally gets up, facing the opposite direction of his opponent. Ana waits no longer, charging towards him as she connects with a kick to the back of his head! She Was Only Seventeen connects, as Brandon falls face first into the middle turnbuckle!
VASSA: ”Brandon is in trouble here!”
His head snaps backwards, as he falls to the mat. Ana wastes no time, she runs over to her opponent and pounces on him. Elbows rain down from her mounted position, in what looks like a tornado of violence. For a moment there is silence, as Ana continues to assault her opponent. Brandon lays there, unable to do much for the moment. Larry Collins sees something, Banks’ hand moving as he steps in to stop the match. He calls for the bell, as Brandon Banks is unresponsive to his call! Larry Collins has stopped the match!

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, by way of referee stoppage, ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”
There is a hush with the crowd, as they aren’t sure what happened. “Shook Ones” begins to play, as Larry Collins raises Ana’s arm in victory. Brandon hasn’t quite begun to stir yet, as Ana stands over him triumphantly.
JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe it! What a performance by Ana Hayden tonight!”
VASSA: ”Wow.”
There is a section of the crowd cheering, happy to see Ana winning the match. Most are just left speechless, as she quickly goes to leave the ring. As she walks towards the back Ana makes sure to spit on the ground, as she looks at Brandon Banks. He stays in the ring, finally getting up to his feet as Larry Collins is there to help him up.

The scene cuts backstage to EMT’s placing Johnny Evil onto a stretcher. Very little movement is coming from Evil as they’re loading him on while a number of backstage staff and active roster members are watching from the distance. Perry Wallace rushes through the mob as the EMT’s pop the stretcher up and unlock the wheels beginning to roll Johnny Evil through the backstage area toward the parking garage. Approaching the stretcher, Wallace looks down at Evil who has his head heavily bandaged as a look of frustration grows across his face. After all, losing roster members to ambushed injuries is not cool…
JOHNSON: “I’m still waiting for Evil to hop off of that stretcher and refuse medical attention like he’s done in the past!”
VASSA: “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen, Steve! Judas really laid him out. Evil was drifting in and out of consciousness even before the medics got there…”
JOHNSON: “Did you see the blood leaking from his head!? That was some brutal stuff!!”
As they make it to the parking garage door, another set of EMT’s swing the door open clearing a path. While Wallace is checking on the condition of his fallen employee, Dean Judas comes into view from the side, giving off a bit of a sarcastic and unconcerned laugh as he inches toward the stretcher.
Before he can get any further, Perry cuts him off, almost stealing his step as he blocks him from the stretcher with his arm and lashes out with a tone of authority.
WALLACE: “Back the fuck up! You’re lucky I don’t suspend you!!! You want to get your hands on him? Bet!”
Perry and Judas stare eachother down, Judas throws up his hands as if to submit while he starts backing up, still giving off a sarcastic chuckle. Behind Wallace, Evil is placed into the ambulance as the driver turns the siren on and the medics close the doors shut.


JOHNSON: ”These two teams coming up met last Adrenaline, but they weren’t the victors in their match.”
VASSA: ”Nope, that win belonged to Hostile Takeover. I guess this is for second place?”
JOHNSON: ”Well a win here tonight for either team would be good for them, more so for the Sadboiz-”
VASSA: ”You’re gonna say that with a straight face? Really?”
JOHNSON: ”They’re still looking for their first win as a team! A win here tonight would really do them some good.”
VASSA: ”Well yeah, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. The Outsiders actually made it into Bad Company this year. Let’s just see what happens tonight, okay?”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the smooth sounds of an electric guitar serenades the live crowd before the vocals come.
“They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint”

The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a huge anarchy symbol appears on the video screen followed by dripping blood behind it as we see The Hardcore Artist step out onto the stage to a chorus of boos.
“That’s who we are
That’s how we roll
The outsiders, The outsiders”

The video screen lights up once more and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as the cheers intensify drawing out the man from Texas.
“Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride ’em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back”

Scotty and Stevens look at one another and the tension of mutual hatred is felt as the two look like they are about to attack one another before the Texan extends his fist and the Hardcore Artist pounds it.
POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, from New York City and weighting in at two hundred sixty-six point six pounds… ‘The Hardcore Artist’… SSCCOOTTTTYYWWOOOODD!!!”
Scotty raises the hockey stick in the air before heading into the ring followed by Stevens who fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
“That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That’s how we roll”

POWERS: ”And his partner, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas. Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
Scotty reaches the ring and climbs the steel steps to enter the ring as Stevens rolls into the ring.
“Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the outsiders
We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire ’em up and get a lil higher”

The two Scotts fist bump each other once again before Scottywood quickly scales the turnbuckle and raises the hockey stick in the air as he soaks in the boos and just smiles as Stevens ascends the other turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd as he soaks in the hatred as well.

Scottywood descending the turnbuckles and leans his back up against them while an icy glare and the throat slash gesture come from Stevens as they prepare for the start of their match.
JOHNSON: ”Are they done? I think they’re done.”
VASSA: ”One of the longer entrances here in 4CW, but they’ve arrived! I think they’re ready for a fight tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s hope so, I want another solid match to call tonight!”
The familiar guitar riff starts up, as“Mr. Brightside” begins to play. The lights turn down in the arena, leaving only a spotlight centered on the entrance way.
“Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss…”

With the first lyrics out of the way the song is now in full swing, as the lights react to the beat. Bryan and Persephone emerge out from the back, the spotlight beaming down for the both of them. Marquis carries a rather large, and condescending smile on her face. Bryan, on the other hand has his head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring, at a combined weight of Three Hundred and Seventeen pounds, the team of PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS and BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
Persephone waits, a bit patiently, for Bryan to finish with his posing. Bryan doesn’t waste too much time, as the two walk down to the ring. They head down to the ring rather quickly, not wasting much time with anything else. Both slide under the bottom rope, entering the ring as they get prepared for the upcoming match.
JOHNSON: ”Bryan and Persephone wasting no time here tonight, they look ready to go as well.”
VASSA: ”They were already trying to plan their celebration earlier, let’s hope that doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass.”

Woodson and Williams stand in the ring, as the bell sounds. The two begin to circle each other for a moment, before locking up in the middle of the ring. Woodson, having the size advantage over Bryan, easily begins to shove him towards his corner. Bryan tries pushing back, but can’t seem to force Woodson out of his way. However, he is able to escape before Woodson can trap him in his corner. Bryan heads over back towards his side of the ring, as he talks with his partner. Scott Woodson looks on, calling for Bryan to meet him in the middle again. Bryan does, as the two quickly lock up again. Woodson quickly grabs Bryan, putting him into a side headlock. Bryan doesn’t panic, instead he presses down on the back of Woodson’s right leg, causing him to kneel. With the height advantage gone, Bryan is easily able to slip right out of the hold.
JOHNSON: ”Quick thinking by Bryan there, getting out of harm’s way.”
VASSA: ”Yeah, Woodson and Stevens could really have messed him up if he didn’t. He’s going to need to keep his distance if they want a chance to win.”
Scott Woodson looks on, a bit annoyed by Bryan’s actions. Bryan looks on, smiling, as Woodson charges towards him. Bryan drops to his stomach, causing Woodson to continue on to the other side of the ring. Bryan gets back up, and catches him on the rebound with a Hip Toss! Woodson pops back up to his feet, but Bryan catches him with an Arm Drag, sending him back towards his corner! Bryan stands tall, as Woodson tags his partner into the match. Stevens charges at Bryan, who moves and sends him into his corner. Marquis is waiting there, clawing and punching away at Stevens while Williams joins in. He attacks the midsection of Stevens, while referee Laroy Jones steps in to stop Marquis from joining in the attack. It’s enough of a break for Stevens to shove Bryan away, catching him with a quick Spinebuster! He quickly covers Bryan, as Laroy Jones makes the count!

Bryan is easily able to kick out, as he rolls over and gets back up to his feet. Stevens cracks his neck, and charges towards Bryan! He takes Bryan down with a Shoulder Tackle, sending Bryan to the outside! Stevens slides right out of the ring, looking to capitalize on this moment, but Bryan has already recovered. He clobbers Stevens with an elbow, and slides back into the ring. Bryan doesn’t waste any time, running to the other side of the ring to gain momentum as he runs back towards Stevens. He returns to the side he entered, and DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! Both men go crashing to the ground, as Woodson and Marquis look on. The fans cheer for Bryan, and his risk tasking, as Laroy Jones calls for both men to get back into the match!
JOHNSON: ”Big move by Bryan! Have to wonder if he’s just going to go all out for this one tonight.”
VASSA: ”He really wants to get that win for Persephone, I would imagine so Steve!”
Both men begin to stir, as they get to their feet at the same time. Stevens doesn’t want to waste any time spent on the outside, hitting Bryan with an elbow of his own. He grabs Bryan and tosses him back into the ring. Bryan quickly shoots across the ring, tagging in Marquis just as Stevens is able to slide back into the ring. Stevens tries to get up to his feet quickly, but eats a Running Kick from Marquis! Stevens stumbles forwards, allowing Marquis to quickly climb up the turnbuckle and drop Scott to the mat with a Diving Hurricanrana! The crowd is loving the intensity from the Sadboiz, as Marquis goes for the quick pinfall attempt!

Stevens is able to kick out, throwing Marquis off of him as he gets back to his feet. Marquis isn’t finished though, grabbing Stevens by the hair and pulling him backwards. The move takes him by surprise, but he clocks her with a right hand! Scott looks to tag his partner in, but Marquis lands a brutal elbow to his kidneys! Scott Woodson calls out to his partner, as Stevens drops to his knees in pain. Marquis follows up with another knee to the area, keeping Stevens in place for the moment. She steps back, and connects with a High Knee to the back of his head! Woodson can only look on, as Stevens collapses to the mat.
Woodson looks annoyed, as Marquis looks to follow up with another shot. Shaking his head, he quickly enters the ring and levels Marquis while she isn’t looking! Persephone hits the mat, hard, as Laroy Jones calls for Scott Woodson to get back to his corner! He smirks, hoping that he gave his partner enough time to recover. What he doesn’t see is Bryan leaving his corner, heading to his on the outside. Woodson gets back on the apron, and is immediately pulled down by Bryan! The crowd cheers, as Bryan levels him with a Superkick! He looks to the ring, as Persephone is just getting up to her feet.
JOHNSON: ”Great foresight there by Bryan! Marquis is getting up, and so is Stevens!”
VASSA: ”I think Stevens is up first though!”
Stevens is up as well, he grabs Persephone and tosses her into the corner. Landing clubbing blows, Stevens looks to open up on his opponent. Bryan quickly enters the ring, jumping on Stevens’ back! Scott Stevens is able to toss Bryan off of him, but not before Persephone catches him with a Running Dropkick to his knee! She backs up a bit more, charging into Stevens with a European Uppercut! The move sends him backwards into Bryan, who catches him with a Tiger Suplex! The crowd boos again though, as Woodson quickly enters the ring. Bryan catches him flinching, trying to protect himself from another Superkick. He goes low, kicking out his right leg! Marquis syncs this up, connecting with a Petty Cash as she plants him head first into the mat!
With Woodson out of the way, Bryan and Persephone look to finish this match up! Bryan grabs Stevens, telling Marquis to go up to the top rope. Bryan grabs Stevens, lifting him up into a Vertebreaker position. With Marquis on the top rope she leaps off, connecting with a Top Rope Double Stomp as STEVENS IS DRILLED INTO THE MAT NECK FIRST! The crowd react appropriately, the dangerous move grabbing their attention! Bryan looks on, as Scott Woodson is getting to his feet. He tosses him out of the ring, as Marquis makes the cover!

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, Bryan Williams … Persephone Marquis … SSAADDBBOOIIZZ!!!”
“Mr. Brightside” begins to play, as the crowd cheers for Bryan and Persephone. Bryan celebrates in the ring, as Persephone seems to be slightly surprised for a moment. It quickly passes, as she begins to celebrate in her own way. She kicks Stevens out of the ring, shittalking him and his partner.
JOHNSON: ”Wow, they did it! Didn’t take them long, these two looked to be in sync all match long!”
VASSA: ”They really played off of each other’s strengths well, and just hit Stevens so hard he couldn’t get back up!”
Bryan and Persephone high five, in an elaborate sequence that they seem to have practiced for a while now. It goes down flawlessly, as the two celebrate some more in the ring. Stevens and Woodson look on, on the outside, disappointed with their performance here tonight.
JOHNSON: ”Well, winless no longer for Persephone Marquis! Put up one in her win column here, because she has a tag team win now!”
VASSA: ”Baby steps, Steve. Might not be much now, but it’s something.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe we’re looking at the next contenders here, in the future!”
VASSA: ”Easy there, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”

The Adrenaline feed cuts backstage to one of the designated locker rooms and we find Frankie Morrison pacing back and forth with his hands on his hops, pushing the bottom of his suit jacket towards his back. Chris Madison stood in the center of the room with his back to the camera crew, facing a mirror that was against the wall. In each hand he had an end of a jump rope, and he rapidly bounced with each rotation, working on getting his heart rate up before engaging in a war that could redefine 4CW’s near future. One of Morrison’s hands left his hips and found its way up to his lips.
MORRISON: “I don’t get how you could be so calm with a match of this magnitude moments away. My heart is racing, I can’t sit still… A win over Bronx tonight in your official return would shake the foundation of this company!”
Madison ignored his manager, continuing with his pre-match workout.
MORRISON: “Regardless of what happens out there tonight, you are going to make a statement. The first time around, you were denied the chances to sit on top of this company. Beating Bronx, there won’t be any doubt that you’re a legitimate contender and that you haven’t lost a step since leaving!”
Still, Madison kept his head forward, stone faced as he stared into the mirror.
MORRISON: “I’m not sure what Wallace has planned for your 4CW future. Aside from this War Games match at Fright Night, he’s keeping it pretty tight lipped. What better way to send a message to your opponents at Fright Night, more specifically Riddle, than knocking off Bronx in your first match back. In your absence, he’s made 4CW his personal playground. These locker rooms, they worship the ground he walks on. The kid is good, real good, but he’s never had to face anyone like you!”
? ? ? : “Nobody has, until they do.”
The voice is heard uttering the words in an English accent. It’s clear on who they had come from as Cyrus Riddle steps in confidently, looking between Madison and Morrison.
RIDDLE: “Nobody ever meets a Chris Madison until they actually meet the one and only. I didn’t, Jett hadn’t, Unstable hadn’t… and Bronx hasn’t. You, Chris, are a man if minimal play and majority business, which is a rare trait in the current scene. That’s why you are the way you are, and why you’re a future 4CW Champion.”
The belief in his own words showed through the unwavering focus on Madison, accentuated by the tone of confidence. Madison stopped bouncing and placed both ends of the jump rope into one hand before turning around to face Cyrus. Frankie stood in disbelief that Riddle had barged into Chris’s locker room moments before a blockbuster match.
MORRISON: “Now I know this smells fishy! Back to back weeks you show up on Adrenaline while being contracted to Octane. What’s the play? Wallace going to have you interfere so Bronx doesn’t lose clean? The least you could have done is stay hidden until the match was in progress. Chris doesn’t need to be watching his back while having to wrestle Bronx.”
Despite his manager’s agitated state, Madison seemed to remain as calm and collected as when the camera began rolling. He took a few steps forward and stood eye to eye Cyrus, never batting an eye.
MADISON: “It’s alright Frankie…”
Madison said while keeping his eyes locked on Riddle.
MADISON: “I don’t think Riddle is foolish enough to interfere in this match tonight. There’s too much riding on it, not just for me, but for him. Riddle wants to mend this broken reputation of his. He’s not going to sacrifice that with some run ins that’ll only make him look scared and weak…”
Riddle smiles, laughing only for a second as he remains face to face.
RIDDLE: “Nothing to do with being foolish, Chris. It’s about keeping the sanctity of a great match intact. I am merely here as an admirer of good work. Yours, undeniable, and Bronx being the consistent show stealer he is. I’m offering my good will and confidence in you. The Chris Madison I know, will put on a match of the year nominee and make it a definitive victory. I’m not standing in anyone’s way, I’m just here to get a great seat to Perry Wallace robbing himself of another pay per view payoff singles match involving you.”
MADISON: “He’s got a habit of that, doesn’t he?”
Madison smirked.
MADISON: “Can’t blame me if I’m a little skeptical. I mean you didn’t hesitate to play both sides of the Omertà-Unstable war. I appreciate all of the praise but if we’re going to make whatever this is between us about competition you’re going to have to do a little better than John Gabriel and Jay Mora. Not for nothing, they’re leagues away from seriously competing against top tier guys…”
RIDDLE: “I’m fully aware. I’ll just have to make the most of the low tier twats that I’m being given, unless Wallace feels it in his heart to give me at least one Adrenaline match to show just how serious I am. Until then, I’ll just make the matches a display of ability, on a consistent level.”
Riddle’s expression wasn’t deviating from the focus, his words emphatic.
RIDDLE: “That’s the unfortunate aspect in all of this. Until I can prove on this level, all I can do is make the best of less than ideal situations.”
MADISON: “You want a match on Adrenaline? How ‘bout against me? War Games has the potential of becoming a bit of a mess. And there’s this issue of which team gets the advantage of joining their teammates first. Next Adrenaline, one of my War Games teammates and I versus you and one of yours in a tag team match. Winning team earns the right to come out first, having that man advantage until all members of both teams are in that cage?”
Riddle looks delighted with the proposal, a deepened smirk adorning his face as he nods.
RIDDLE: “Oh, you’ve got yourself a match, mate. It’ll be one hell of a teaser for everyone. And… I’ll be glad to secure Octane the chance to come out first. I know just the right person for the job.”
The smirk forms into a full smile.
RIDDLE: “Have fun tonight, you have my undivided attention. And then you know what’s to come in two wee”
Riddle turns off camera and exits the locker room, leaving Madison and Morrison to themselves. Madison’s eyes are focused on the door as he presses his wrapped up fist into the palm of his hand.
MORRISON: “Really think that was a smart move? If Riddle is back to form, that could be a tough match to get through before War Games.”
MADISON: “Riddle is at a point of his career where it’s sink or swim. We all know what Riddle is capable, the level he can compete at when he’s on. But consistency hasn’t been his friend. If Riddle is in over his head, it’ll be an eye opener!”
Madison continues to stare passed the camera crew as the feed cuts away.

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

The fans erupt in cheers for DA #TROLL GUY, the new 4CW Champion, as “Now’s My Time” by the DJIG hits the PA system, and he makes his down the aisle, carrying the 4CW Title belt over his shoulder.
POWERS: ”And now, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! From Buenos Aires, Argentina, by way of Miami, Florida, he is the 4CW CHAMPION… “THE GADFLY”… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Say hello to our NEW 4CW Champion, ladies and gentlemen, DA #TROLL GUY.”
VASSA: ”Not MY champion-“
JOHNSON: ”For Christ’s sake, Vinny, say what you like about the man, but you can’t deny that he had a hell of a fight against Bronx Valescence, and pulled out an amazing victory to win his first title within 4CW!”
VASSA: ”… Shut up.”
VASSA: ”Did you just sass me!?”
JOHNSON: ”… Problem?”
VASSA: ”Idiot.”
Asking for the microphone from Mike Powers, he grabs it as the crowd’s cheering slowly turns into a murmur.
FERNANDEZ: ”Hey yo. How you doing, mang?”
The crowd begins a “PRO-BLEM? PRO-BLEM? PRO-BLEM” chant, and Mariano lets them for a while until he raises his hands up, asking for silence.
FERNANDEZ: ”Don’t worry, chicos, I won’t take up much of your time, I promise. I stand here tonight as the new 4CW Champion, and there’s just one fundamental thing I want to say: THANK YOU.”
He raises the title belt to the air as the crowd once again starts cheering and chanting.
FERNANDEZ: ”I want to thank you all for your support throughout this crazy year, and I want to thank – even if they won’t always reciprocate – the people that made it possible for me to be here today. I want to thank Perry Wallace, first and foremost, for inviting me into Four Corners Wrestling. I want to thank Bryan Williams, Lauryn Wolfe, and Sativa Nevaeh, for the times shared with Gen Now. I want to thank Bronx Valescence himself for giving me the fight of my life.”
VASSA: “What is this, a god damned Academy Awards ceremony?”
JOHNSON: “There’s nothing wrong with being grateful for someone who’s achieved what Manny’s just achieved, Vinny.”
FERNANDEZ: ”… And I want, above everything else, to thank every single one of you here in attendance, and the VAST amount of people watching at home, for having believed in me when I was just another guy. Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, would have been possible without your support, and know that whatever happens from here on out, I will do ALL in my power to keep 4CW being what it is – the GREATEST wrestling company in the world right now!”
After Manny has finished speaking, the crowd begins a “4-C-DUB! 4-C-DUB! 4-C-DUB!” chant.
FERNANDEZ: ”And with that, I have said everything I’ve wanted – thank you all one more time, and remember… (he gives his classic Trollface) SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE N-“
JOHNSON: ”Can’t go against the man’s nature, Vinny.”
But before Mariano can finish the sentence, the “Stranger Things” intro starts to kick over the house speakers as the fans give their initial pop when smoke begins to fill the stage. As the remix to “Starboy” kicks in, Bronx Valescence slowly makes his way out on stage, with a mic already on hand. Bronx paused for a long time, tapping the mic against his chin before he finally gave a small smile and began to speak.
JOHNSON: ”Uh-oh – it’s the Starboy!”
VASSA: ”Hah! Can’t wait what Bronx has to say to this videogame-playing dumbass.”
VALESCENCE: “Look, Manny. I’m not going to parade out here and act like I am happy or give you polite applause like these people are doing to give you a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. You see, I’ve already said it. Nothing changes. You can spin your narrative that these people believed in you and never gave up on you, but when you won? You did it in SILENCE. The people in wrestling who matter? It was a dark day for them, and it still is a dark day as long as you hold that title around your shoulder. I’m a man, I can admit when I was beaten, and you beat me. I accept that. No screw jobs. No question marks. You beat me, straight up. But if you think for ONE second that gives you my respect? You’re wrong.”
Bronx paced back and forth at the top of the ramp. Some cheered him, some booed him. There seemed to be a split in fans right down the middle for the two.
VALESCENCE: “In no WORLD, video game or not should you be the top champion anywhere. Yet here you are, and you’re such a beta that you’re going to be happy just HOLDING that belt, even if it is just for a cup of coffee… speaking of which.”
A grin spread to his face.
VALESCENCE: ”I’ve never really believed in rematch clauses, Manny. I’ve always believed that you should go to the back of the line. But I’ve done something no champion in the history of 4CW had ever done. I defended and won in a four way ironman match against the best 4CW had to offer. At Fight Night, I am cashing in my rematch clause.”
There was a big pop.
VALESCENCE: “I am going to right the BIGGEST wrong in wrestling history, and I am going to become one of the only two time 4CW Champion’s in history. And you can go ahead and choke on a dick, because I don’t give a fuck what you have to say, bitch.”
With that, Bronx flipped his microphone down on the ramp and walked away without another word or glance at Manny.

We cut to the backstage area, where we see Perry Wallace in his office. He looks to be going through some paperwork, a rare moment of downtime for him during Adrenaline. Perry looks annoyed, as he shuffles through the paperwork.
WALLACE: ”Goddamnit Hartman, how are you going to spend a thousand a week on goddamn Beanie Babies? No wonder your homeless ass is broke.”
There is a knock on the door, which quickly interrupts Perry’s train of thought. Annoyed, he yells at whoever is on the other side.
WALLACE: ”Come on, and quit knocking so damn loud!”
The door opens, and we see Bryan Williams. He hasn’t cleaned up from his match, still wearing his gear and his trunks. Bryan is holding a towel around his neck, and wearing a serious look on his face. Wallace tosses the pen in his hand onto his desk, sitting back in his chair as he looks at Bryan.
WALLACE: ”Well, well, if it ain’t the concussion man-”
WILLIAMS: ”Save your bullshit, Wallace. I need to know what the fuck is going on here.”
Perry, defiantly looking away from Bryan, scoffs at his request.
WALLACE: ”I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you here to ruin another goddamn bit?”
Bryan lashes out, kicking the front of his desk. Wallace jumps backwards, annoyed by Bryan’s irrational decision.
WALLACE: ”Hey! That’s original oak right there, do you know how much it costs to transport week after week?”
WILLIAMS: ”Stop playing games, I want to know why you’re putting me in this fucking War Games match.”
Wallace relaxes in his chair, a smile appearing on his face as Bryan looks on.
WALLACE: ”It’s cool as shit, right?”
WILLIAMS: ”It’s not fucking cool, Wallace. I didn’t agree to anything. I already said I don’t care, and then I get fucking jumped on Octane. Now I see you telling Jimmy that I’m already on the team. Did you fucking set me up?”
Wallace puts his hands up, trying to get Bryan to calm down.
WALLACE: ”Easy there, Braun. Calm down before you get another concuss-”
The words barely escape his mouth before Bryan has his hands on Wallace. Grabbing him by the collar, Bryan lifts him up out of his seat and slams him against the wall. Perry, now realizing the situation, desperately tries to de-escalate things.
WALLACE: ”Easy, fella!”
WILLIAMS: ”What the fuck are you trying to pull, Perry!?”
WALLACE: ”Nothing, what do you mean?! This ain’t like with your old partner slash lover.”
WILLIAMS: ”Did you set me up on Octane?! Did you tell Jeb to do that?!”
There’s a moment of silence, as Bryan stands there looking at Wallace. Seething with anger, there isn’t much Perry can say that would fix the situation. For a moment, there’s a look of defeat on his face. Bryan lets go of him, shoving him back into his chair.
Bryan goes to leave, when Perry finally speaks up.
WALLACE: ”So you just going to quit again on me?”
Bryan stops, his hand on the doorknob. He turns his head, looking like he’s unsure he just heard what was said.
WILLIAMS: ”What did you say?”
WALLACE: ”You know, I gave you a chance here. Two years ago, I brought you in knowing that you were still working for Boardwalk. I let you come back, even after you walked out as a champion. You got a real attitude problem, Bryan. I thought you would have been the first to sign up. The first to defend the one place that’s supposed to be your home. Yet here we are.”
Bryan looks on, but stays quiet. Perry shakes his head, turning his chair away from Bryan.
WALLACE: ”Go ahead then. You’re right, I never asked if you wanted to be on this team. I didn’t set you up. I’ll go and find somebody else.”
Bryan looks on, annoyed.
WILLIAMS: ”Oh that is bullshit, don’t you fucking start that.”
WALLACE: ”Start what? Oh sorry for wanting a two time Pride Champion to represent his brand against that cowboy and his team of Octane folks. What the fuck am I supposed to do here?!”
Wallace throws his hands up into the air, as Bryan looks on. He thinks, for a moment. A look of slight resignation on his face, as he sighs.
WILLIAMS: ”Goddamnit. Next time, just fucking ask.”
Perry smiles, pumping his fist through the air.
WALLACE: ”That’s what I’m talking about!”
Bryan waves it off, as he goes to leave again. Before he can leave though Wallace speaks up.
WALLACE: ”Hey, we need a fourth. Think you could get-”
Before he can finish Bryan already knows, he’s shaking his head before the words even comes out of his mouth.
WILLIAMS: ”You know damn well what the answer to that is. She’d just spit into your face.”
Wallace chuckles, sitting back comfortably into his chair.
WALLACE: ”Yep, true.”
With that, Bryan finally opens the door to leave. Before he’s gone though there’s one last thing from him that could be heard.
WILLIAMS: ”Stop telling people I got another concussion, before I give you one!”


The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.
POWERS: ”This contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself.
JOHNSON: “Well I don’t know if anyone could possibly be any happier than Jett Wilder over the past two weeks, not even his opponent tonight.”
VASSA: “Look at Jett, he’s still smiling over what he got to do with Tiffani two weeks ago. He may have to have that smile surgically removed.”
JOHNSON: “What he’ll have to do is be at the top of his game tonight. He’s got quite the hill to climb.”
VASSA: “Boy, you can say that again.”
The arena lights suddenly go down, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.

“Many folks they never heard of me
So I’ma introduce myself by using some hyperboles
I am that voice that talks a ton but no one chatters back
They rather act like blatters act and spaz on rappers, matter fact”

POWERS: ”And his opponent, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds! From Buenos Aires, Argentina, by way of Miami, Florida, he is the 4CW Champion… ‘THE GADFLY’… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”
“… Waiting for the day I’ll get the silence I deserve
So I ain’t talking oxen when I say, I just want to be heard!”

The lights come back on, and after a huge pyro blast, Mariano is standing at the stage entrance, the 4CW Championship belt wrapped around his waist, posing to the crowd going wild. He then beings striding decidedly and steadily to the ring.
“It seems like everywhere I gooooooooo
Everybody, they’re trying to steal the shoooooooow
(AHA!) So I’m here with my plan
I got to let’em hear who I am!

Once he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he raises his fist to the air, receiving a HUGE crowd pop!
“I wanna show that NOW’S MY TIME, TODAY’S MY DAY!

As the music and the lights come back to normal, Mariano grabs the microphone from Mike Powers.
JOHNSON: “They’re calling it the upset of the century, but Mariano Fernandez is indeed the new 4CW Champion.”
VASSA: “I’ll give credit where it’s due, Fernandez and Bronx Valescence had one hell of a match two weeks ago, and he came away with the biggest win of his 4CW Career.”
JOHNSON: “Word is that even Fernandez himself was stunned by the victory, much like he was when he won the 4 Corners Frenzy.”
VASSA: “And rightfully so. Bronx was a magnificent champion, and I believe that one day, he’ll be a magnificent champion again.”
JOHNSON: “But tonight, our champion is Mariano Fernandez, and we’ll see how magnificent HE is against Wilder tonight.”
The music dies out as Mariano removes the championship from his waist and hands it to the referee, who passes it off to the timekeeper. Jett pulls on the ropes as Manny adjusts his elbow pads before the referee calls for the bell.

Wilder and Fernandez begin to circle each other, and they step forward and lock up. Manny gets the better and backs Jett up into the corner, holding him there as the ref begins to count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Fo–“

Manny breaks contact, and Jett comes out of the corner with a stiff right hand, followed by another, and another! A standing dropkick knocks Mariano into the ropes, bouncing back into a running bulldog! Quickly, Wilder makes the cover!

JOHNSON: “A quick flurry of offense by Wilder, and he almost put the champion away right there!”
VASSA: “What a feather that would have been in Jett’s cap. Not just to defeat the 4CW Champion, but to do it so quickly!”
Jett doesn’t hesitate and gets Manny in a side headlock. Fernandez digs his heels into the mat, forcing them both into a standing position. Fernandez delivers a couple of elbows to the midsection, but Jett tightens the hold. Manny steps back and bounces Jett into the ropes. Jett goes for a clothesline, but Manny ducks it, bounces off the ropes, and floors Wilder with a clothesline of his own!
JOHNSON: “That’s how you want to shift the momentum, and now it’s Mariano with the cover!”

VASSA: “Jett kicks out! I hope he didn’t burn to much energy right away.”
Mariano pulls Jett to his feet, but Jett pushes him into the corner, stomps him in the gut a few times, then climbs onto the second rope to rain down punches with the crowd counting them out.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven!”

That’s as far as Jett gets as Mariano steps forward, holding Jett up, and then dropping him face first onto the top rope. Manny quickly follows up with a schoolboy pin and the referee slides into position

Wilder rolls over onto his stomach during the kickout, but Fernandez is quick to latch on an ankle lock!
JOHNSON: “Submission applied by Fernandez. Will Wilder tap out here?”
The referee asks Jett if he wants to quit, to which Wilder shakes his head as he begins reaching for the ropes. Yelling out in pain, Wilder begins to crawl his way across the ring, where Luiz pushes the rope close enough for him to grab it. The referee sees this, points at both him and Carmella, and then to the stage!
VASSA: “What is this!? Luiz Cavalcante and Carmella are being ejected!”
JOHNSON: “Good call by the referee if you ask me.”
As Luiz and Carmella storm back up the ramp, Mariano pulls Jett back to the center of the ring. Jett quickly flips to his back and kicks him away. Mariano gets back to his feet and charges with a clothesline. Wilder ducks it and catches the champion with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the rebound! Quickly he slides into the cover!

Jett pulls Manny up to his feet and leaps up to hook his head, but Manny pushes him off, countering the Tornado DDT. He waits for Wilder to get to his feet and charges, but Jett drops the top rope on him, sending the champion tumbling to the outside. Manny gets back to his feet just in time to eat a baseball slide, crashing him into the barricade!
JOHNSON: “Jett Wilder now sliding out of the ring himself, and the referee begins the count.”

Jett pulls Manny off the barricade and attemts and Irish whip into the post. But Mariano stands firm.

Fernandez shifts his weight and sends Jett crashing over the ringsteps instead!

VASSA: “Jett crashes and burns on the outside, and he’s grabbing at his knee.”
JOHNSON: “Fernandez back in the ring now, as the referee continues to count.”

Jett lets go of his knee and rolls over onto his stomach.

Jett begins crawling to the ring, and begins to pull himself up.

Jett gets back to his feet and places one leg on the apron.

Jett rolls back into the ring to break the count, but Mariano is right there with a stomp to the midsection. Quickly, he hauls Wilder to his feet and executes a snap suplex, rolling into a pinning predicament!

JOHNSON: “Wilder kicks out again.”
VASSA: “Lots of near falls in this match so far.”
Mariano pulls Jett to his feet and sets him up for another snap suplex, but Jett reverses by pulling his legs out from underneath, following up by a slingshot into the turnbuckle! As Fernandez stumbles out of the corner, he’s hit with a DDT from Wilder! Jett then rolls under the bottom rope, stands up on the apron, and begins to climb the turnbuckle.
JOHNSON: “Wilder thinking high risk here.”
Mariano rolls onto his knees just as Wilder reaches the top of the turnbuckle. Fernandez stands up, turns, and Wilder takes flight to connect with a flying crossbody!
JOHNSON: “There’s the Jett Plane! Pinning predicament here!”

VASSA: “How close was that?”
JOHNSON: “A heartbeat away. And now Wilder has an ankle lock of his own applied.”
Jett grabs the ankle and begins to wrench at it. Fernandez groans in pain, but refuses to tap. Instead, he begins crawling toward the ropes, reaching out. With a shout, Mariano continues to crawl, and with another, he reaches his hand to the bottom rope! Jett doesn’t break right away, and the referee begins to count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

VASSA: “And now Wilder breaks the hold.”
JOHNSON: “Smart strategy, making full use of the referee’s five count.”
Jett backs away, allowing the ref to create separation as Mariano uses the ropes to pull himself up. Jett comes back in and pulls him to the center of the ring, preparing to execute a snap suplex of his own, but Mariano counters and drills him with a dropkick to the knee!
VASSA: “There’s the Arrow in the Knee!”
Fernandez follows up by bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a step-up enziguri!
JOHNSON: “And the Gadfly connects! The champion now with the cover!

JOHNSON: “Back and forth we go, and this match continues.”
Mariano quickly follows up with an elbow drop. Jett rolls over to his stomach, and Fernandez locks in a side headlock as he pulls him up to his feet. Jett gets out of it by bouncing Mariano off the ropes. Mariano ducks a clothesline on the rebound, but runs into a Thez press! Wilder throws several right hands into Fernandez’ face before getting up and going back into the corner to climb the turnbuckle again.
VASSA: “Wilder going up top again.”
Mariano slowly climbs to his feet, turns around, and Jett takes flight with another crossbody, but Mariano rolls through! Back to his feet, Mariano hoists Wilder onto his shoulders and connects with a Samoan Drop, hooking the leg on impact!

JOHNSON: “And Wilder kicks out again! What a fight coming out of this young man tonight.”
VASSA: “He NEEDS to bring the fight tonight, Steve. Regardless of how he feels about his opponent, he IS in there with the 4CW Champion.”
Mariano measures his opponent as Wilder slowly climbs to his feet. Just as he gets to one knee, Fernandez pounces, pushing him over and locking in a half Boston Crab! Jett quickly rolls back over to his back and kicks Fernandez away. Jett then suddenly kips up and starts letting loose with furious rights and lefts! Mariano puts his arms up to block, but Jett kicks him in the stomach, pulls him over to the corner, and drills him with a Tornado DDT!
JOHNSON: “Wilder reaching deep down with that flurry off offense, and he’s into the pin!”

Jett is shocked, but he stays focused. He gets back to his feet and measures Mariano again as he rolls over to his stomach. Mariano gets to one knee, and Jett grabs him by the arm.
VASSA: “Uh-oh! It could be time for Fuzzy Wuzzy’s revenge!”
Wilder goes to lock in the submission, but Mariano pushes him away! Jett bounces off the ropes and connects with a running headscissors, flinging Fernandez to the other side of the ring! Looking to seize the opportunity, Wilder climbs the nearest turnbuckle, steadies himself, and motions to the crowd.
JOHNSON: “Could be the Swag Splash coming here!”
Jett takes flight, leaping off the turnbuckle and crashing into the cavas as Mariano rolls out of the way at the last possible second!
JOHNSON: “Nobody home for Jett Wilder, and now both competitors are down!”

The crowd is on their feet, cheering for both men to get up and continue the match.

Mariano is the first to begin stirring, and begins reaching around to find the ring ropes.

Jett picks his head up and shakes the cobwebs loose as he begins to get his bearings.

JOHNSON: “Referee up to four, both men starting to come around.”

VASSA: “Wilder up to one knee now.”

Mariano uses the ring ropes to pull himself to a knee.

Both men let out a slight grunt as the push themselves up.

Fernandez is up, Wilder is up. Mariano strikes hard with a right hand that knocks Wilder towards the ropes, who rebounds off and lands a stiff right of his own! Mariano bounces back, and connects with another.
JOHNSON: “And it’s breaking down into a fistfight.”
Jett connects with another right, and another, and another! He builds up a head of steam, bounces off the ropes, and gets drilled with a powerslam from Mariano.
JOHNSON: “That’ll slow down any rally! Here’s the cover!”

VASSA: “And Jett Wilder stays alive!”
Mariano sits up and gets to his feet, measuring Wilder as he rolls over and begins to climb up as well. Jett gets to his feet, and Mariano kicks him in the stomach and sets him up in suplex position!
JOHNSON: “I believe Fernandez is looking to put this one away.”
Manny lifts him up, but Jett slips out of it and levels him with a DDT! Quickly, Jett climbs the ropes.
VASSA: “He’s looking for it again!”
Wilder steadies himself, leaps, and connects with Frog splash, landing in a pinning predicament!
JOHNSON: “Swag Splash! Jett Wilder connects! Will it be enough!?”

Manny kicks at the last second, but it’s too late! The referee calls for the bell!

VASSA: “What happened!?”
JOHNSON: “Did Mariano kick out!?”
VASSA: “I think Jett got him!”
The questions of the commentary team are answered when the referee raises Jett’s hand!
VASSA: “He DID get him!”
POWERS: “Here is your winner: JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!!!”
Jett’s music begins playing as he hops onto the turnbuckle and yells out in victory!
JOHNSON: “What an unexpected outcome! Jett Wilder has just pinned the 4CW Champion!”
VASSA: “First he loses his V-Card and now this! We may never hear the end of it!”
JOHNSON: “Speaking of, here comes the lucky lady.”
Sure enough, Tiffani Michaels comes down the ramp elated at the result. Jett notices just as he comes down from the turnbuckle when she runs up and wraps her arms around him.
VASSA: “Don’t they look good together? Can you imagine the celebration they’re going to have once they get out of here tonight?”
Jett and Tiffani share a kiss in the ring, and say a few words to each other only they can hear. Suddenly, Tiffani screams and takes a step back! Before Jett can even register, he’s floored by a Jumping Cutter by the man who came out of the crowd!
JOHNSON: “Oh my god! Matthias Barrows!”
VASSA: “Barrows came out of left field, and he just crumpled Jett Wilder into a heap!”
JOHNSON: “This is all because Jett Wilder mocked him and said he came up with the 4 Corners Frenzy match, and Mr. Suspension here can’t deal with it!”
Matthias sits on his knees laughing at Wilder. Tiffani comes forward to check on him, but freezes in her tracks when Barrows pops up to his feet and locks eyes with her.
VASSA: “Hey, Matthias, don’t go too far here.”
JOHNSON: “Barrows has made his point! Everyone knows you came up with it, Matthias! She didn’t do anything to you!”
Tiffani backs up, prompting Matthias to snap his fingers. Right on cue his hired goon comes sprinting down the ramp.
JOHNSON: “Come on now, is Kodiak Winters really necessary?”
In mere seconds, Kodiak runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Tiffani soon finds herself between Barrows and his enforcer. With another snap of his fingers, Gary the Assassin pops out from under the ring and rolls Black Betty to her owner.
VASSA: “Hey Matthias, you don’t have to do this.”
JOHNSON: “Dammit! Get away from her!”
Gary grabs a mic and hands it over to Matthias. As Tiffani stands still, Matthias strokes her face with his weapon before raising the microphone to his mouth.
BARROWS: “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
Tiffani jerks her head away from Black Betty, but he continues as she stands there.
BARROWS: I’m Matthias Barrows, The Duke of Disrespect. And I’m a low-down, egotistical, megalomaniacal, bastard of a human being. People like me aren’t born, they’re made. Not like you; you were born. You still have a reason to be nice.”
Tiffani is backed up into Kodiak Winters’ chest, allowing Matthias to step close enough to stroke her face with his pipe again. With an amused laugh that he tries to stifle, he continues.
BARROWS: “Nice enough to let this little peckerhead stick his little peckerhead in you. Tell me; was he nervous?”
JOHNSON: “Barrows is sick.”
BARROWS: “He was nervous, wasn’t he? Did he do that thing where his knees were shaking so bad it could be interpreted as thrusting? Did he fart during?”
VASSA: “I have to agree with you, Steve. This is getting perverse.”
BARROWS: “Did he get so scared he almost peed inside you?”
JOHNSON: “For god’s sake, there might be children watching!”
Tiffani appears utterly and justifiably revolted at Barrows, just as he sees Jett starting to stir out of the corner of his eye.
BARROWS: “Tell me that he at least lasted longer than this.”
Matthias motions with his head, and Kodiak runs over to kick Jett in the ribs. Without a word, Kodiak hoists Jett onto his shoulders as Barrows takes his own position. Kodiak spins him around and Barrows jumps up to give him another cutter on the way down.
VASSA: “Beast Mode on Jett Wilder, with Barrows putting a dot on the exclaimaition point!”
JOHNSON: “Matthias is everything he called himself on his introduction to this girl.”
Barrows rolls over and picks up the microphone again.
BARROWS: “You know what, don’t tell me anything! Instead, I have something that I want you to tell your little boyfriend here!”
Barrows checks his watch before he continues.
BARROWS: “I want you to tell him that as of about…twelve minutes and eighteen seconds ago, my suspension has been officially LIFTED!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh please god, no.”
BARROWS: ”I want you to tell him that in two weeks, he’s getting exactly what he wished for. The match has been booked; Jett Wilder versus Matthias Barrows, one-on-one.”
VASSA: “Did you hear that!?”
Matthias approaches Tiffani again, this time backing her up into a corner.
BARROWS: “Truth be told, I really am genuinely happy that you got to take him to Heaven two weeks ago. Because two weeks from now, I’m going to drag your boyfriend to HELL!
Barrows drops the mic and slides out of the ring. Gary and Kodiak do the same as the fourth tier of Dancing Mad plays throughout the arena.
JOHNSON: “Well you heard it here first people. Matthias Barrows is back, and he’ll face Jett Wilder one-on-one in two weeks.”
VASSA: “What a match that’s going to be when we get to Indianapolis!”

Cameras catch up to Matthias as he makes his exit, but he stops in the hall when he spots the 4CW Champion standing in the hallway.
BARROWS: “Hey Manny.”
FERNANDEZ: “Matthias.”
BARROWS: “Tough break tonight, but you know, that belt looks good on you.”
FERNANDEZ: “Thanks, chico. Was the hardest goddamn battle of my life.”
BARROWS: “Oh come on, harder than that Triple Threat with Crane and Young?”
FERNANDEZ: “Definitely! At least in the Triple Threat, I got to take a breather while Crane and Young where set on each other. Not like two weeks ago, mang. I had Bronx in my face the whole time.”
BARROWS: “Ok. Well, I just wanted to say congratulations. You know, in person.”
FERNANDEZ: “As I recall, you were the first to congratulate me, and you did it on Twitter.”
BARROWS: “No, no, no, I said “Thank you” on Twitter because I can’t stand Bronx. When the ref’s hand slapped 3, I jumped for joy so loud, I woke Chloe up. Totally worth it!”
? ? ?: “Mr. Barrows?”
BARROWS: “What!?”
? ? ?: “I have your pizza.”
Upon hearing that, Matthias’ expression goes from one of annoyance to anticipation.
BARROWS: “Oooh, dinnertime! What’s the damage?”
PIZZA MAN: “That’ll be sixty-two ninety-seven.”
BARROWS: “Here’s seventy Keep the change.”
Mariano watches as Matthias trades the cash for three boxes of pizza. As the pizza man takes his leave, Matthias flips open the top to reveal a large pizza covered with melted cheese and chunks of ham and pineapple. He grabs a slice and takes a bite.
BARROWS: “Mmmm.”
FERNANDEZ: “Ugh! How can you eat that garbage?”
BARROWS: “Like this.”
Barrows takes another bite before dropping the slice back in the box and closing the lid as Mariano rolls his eyes.
BARROWS: “Don’t be mad. I got one of these for you.”
FERNANDEZ: “No thanks.”
BARROWS: “God damn it Manny, just take the pizza!”
Matthias hands him the bottom box. Rolling his eyes, Mariano takes it and opens the lid to find, to his surprise, a standard pepperoni pizza.
BARROWS: “I know you don’t like pineapple. I keep track of things my friends do and do not like.”
FERNANDEZ: “Friends?”
BARROWS: “Yeah. “Friends.” Your tag partner fucked himself, and GenNow pretty much turned on you. Why? Because you like video games? Because you say “mang” a lot? Because your girlfriend works in another promotion? It’s inexcusable. I mean, everyone pretty much dumps on me too, but I’m aware of the fact that I bring most of it on myself. What can I say? It tickles me to irritate these assholes. But you; you’re the target of more distain than you deserve.”
FERNANDEZ: “Umm…Thanks. I guess.”
BARROWS: “You’re welcome. Look, all I’m trying to say is you earned your spot, but when their irritation with you manifests into an all out campaign to overwhelm you and take that title from your waist by any means necessary, maybe you’ll remember who always believed in you; who your real friends are.”
Mariano looks Matthias in the eye, who simply raises his eyebrows as if to say “you know I’m right.”
BARROWS: “Well, I got a match in two weeks that I’m determined not to drop. I gotta go. Good luck with your title reign, Troll Guy.”
Matthias walks away with his dinner, leaving Manny standing there with a pizza box. As soon as Matthias is out of sight, Manny goes into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him.


POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, our main event is coming right up and will be scheduled for one fall!”
The arena’s lights dim to black as the opening guitar riffs to “War Machine” by KISS begin to screech over the P.A. system. The video screen lights up with visual static noise. Suddenly in the center of the screen a black handprint begins pulsating to the beat of the drum that has began to play. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and we see Chris Madison standing with his head bowed under a black towel, wearing an official licensed t-shirt that says, “Always Ready For War,” across the chest. He nods his head to the music and as the chorus breaks he rips the towel from his head and tosses it into the live audience, starting his way down the ramp toward, the ring.
“Better watch out ’cause I’m a war machine
Better watch out ’cause I’m a war machine”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is a former 4CW Pride Champion… ‘Mayhem’ CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
Madison makes it to the base of the steps and places one foot down before scoping out the fans directly behind him by peering over his shoulder. He smirks as the live audience sings along to the entrance music and then marches up the steps and climbs through the ropes. He immediately leaps up onto the middle rope and faces out towards the crowd. He brings his fists up to his face and punches his jaw with each hand before shooting his arms out horizontally with his hands wide open, welcoming whatever challenge is coming his way. Madison hops backwards, bouncing off of his feet and turns towards the center of the ring, snarling and ready to go…
VASSA: ”Chris fucking Madison folks! He’s returned!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right, Vinny! He made an appearance for the Bad Company qualifiers but tonight is his first match back being under 4CW contract!”
VASSA: ”I don’t know about you, but I do know that I and all of the fans have been wondering when this day would come.”
JOHNSON: ”With how things ended with his stay last year, some people thought this day would never come.”
VASSA: ”Boy were they wrong! Here he is! Chris Madison inside of a 4CW right here on Adrenaline!”
JOHNSON: ”You’re really excited aren’t you?”
JOHNSON: ”You knew this day was coming. He’s already found himself in a confrontation with Cyrus Riddle AND will be competing in the War Games match at Fright Night for team Adrenaline.”
VASSA: ”The man doesn’t even need to step inside of the ring to make a big impact! I’ve been praying for this day a long time, and I’m not even religious. Frankie teased us with his appearance at All or Nothing. Ever since that moment I have been dreaming that this day would finally get here!”
JOHNSON: ”Although things didn’t quite go as planned in his tag team return with Mark Storm, he has yet to be defeated in singles competition inside of a 4CW ring.”
VASSA: ”He isn’t getting any warm up matches. He’s been thrown straight into the deep end and our main event tonight against the former 4CW Champion, Bronx Valescence!”
JOHNSON: ”Speaking of Bronx, there’s his queue.”
The “Stranger Things” intro starts to kick over the house speakers as the fans give their initial pop when smoke begins to fill the stage.
POWERS: ”And the opponent!”
As the remix to “Starboy” kicks in, Bronx slowly makes his way out on stage. Pausing in the middle of the stage, he turns sideways and points a finger gun towards the ring before he pulls the trigger and gives a loud, audible laugh before he continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… He is THE former 4CW Champion… BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
When Bronx gets down to the end of the ramp, he uses one leap onto the ring apron, and then spins around, holding onto the ropes before rising his feet on the apron and walking over to his corner and using the ropes to vault into the ring. Opening his arms out to either side he spins until he bounces into the ropes and poses one time for the fans before smirking and removing his ring jacket and sunglasses, neatly placing them underneath his corner turnbuckle before leaping onto the top turnbuckle to sit.
VASSA: ”Now this is a match made for a pay-per-view!”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed it is, but this is Adrenaline! Bronx already has a date scheduled for Fright Night where he will cash in his rematch clause against Mariano Fernandez for the 4CW Championship.”
VASSA: ”Really? REALLY STEVE? You have to go and bring that up?!”
JOHNSON: ”Like it or not, pretend it never happened, but it did. Just two weeks ago Bronx Valescence lost the 4CW Championship to Mariano Fernandez in Detroit at Adrenaline.”
VASSA: ”Put a fat one in your mouth and shut up Steve! How about we focus on the match we have right here, right now!”
JOHNSON: ”Okay… After a tough loss two weeks ago, Bronx isn’t getting any special treatment ladies and gentlemen. Instead, he’s been throw against a man that is arguably the best to ever step foot inside of a 4CW ring.”
VASSA: ”This is a huge match for both men. Bronx could rebound big with a win here tonight, and Madison could start things off on the right foot with a win over Bronx.”
JOHNSON: ”Not just start things off on the right foot, but make a statement from the start that. It’s an important night for both me. Will Bronx get back on track? Will Madison pick up where he left off just a year ago? Those are the questions running through everyone’s head right now.”
VASSA: ”I’m going to go ahead and say it, and I don’t care if you say this is premature or not.”
JOHNSON: ”What’s on your mind, Vinny?”
VASSA: ”Match… of the year!”
JOHNSON: ”I hope you’re right. Heck, Cleveland hopes you’re right.”
VASSA: ”Mark my words.”
In the middle of the ring, the official checks in with both corners. With both men eager to get things rolling, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

At that very moment, the noise level inside of the arena goes off the charts. Both Bronx and Madison exit their corners and approach each other until standing toe to toe, face to face, in the center of the ring. After a few words exchanged between the two, they begin to circle the center of the ring, studying one another as the entire arena watches closely. Madison extends his arm but Bronx quickly slaps his hand to the side as they continue to circle one another. Shooting in for Madison’s leg, Bronx comes up with nothing as Madison hops back, quick on his feet. After pushing himself back up, Bronx gets in his stance as the two begin to circle once more. Shooting in at the same time, the two lock up. Although Madison is shorter than Bronx, his body is larger, allowing him to gain leverage as he pushes Bronx backwards across the ring. Touching the ropes with his back, Bronx then explodes forward, driving Madison backwards. As they get two thirds of the way across the ring, Madison uses Bronx’s momentum to pull him in and down, wrapping his arm around his head with a side headlock and then turning his body, lifting Bronx off his feet as he flips him over to his back.
Popping back to his feet, Madison bounces back and forth in place as Bronx rolls over and slaps the mat with frustration. Standing tall, Bronx brushes the hair from over his face to the side before turning back to Madison. They circle once more, this time Madison shorts in first, locking onto Bronx. Back and forth, the two fight for control with one another as they push each other a step back before taking a step back themselves. As Madison presses forward, Bronx uses his momentum to pull him in and lift him off his feet, throwing him flat to his back with an arm drag. Not wasting any time, Madison quickly climbs to his feet and shoots back in towards Bronx, this time going for a single leg takedown. Sprawling back, Bronx drops down onto Madison’s back as he clutches his head. With his other arm, Bronx slams down two elbow shots onto Madison’s back before locking onto his with both arms and then driving a knee into his head. Pushing himself up, Bronx rises to his feet but not without stomping on Madison’s shoulder!
Turning to the ropes, Bronx takes off for them and as he bounces off and comes back on the return, he hits Madison in the ribs with a running knee drop. Instantly, Madison rolls over to his back in pain. Pulling him to his feet, Bronx clocks him with back to back rights before finishing off the quick combo with a European uppercut, knocking his head back and forcing him to look up at the lights. Ducking down, Bronx shoots in, locking Madison up around the waist and lifting him up and over, dropping him on his back with a Northern Lights suplex and bridging for the pin. Racing over, the official slides in beside them with the count.

Popping a shoulder up from the mat, Madison breaks up the pin. Pushing himself up, Bronx rises to his feet but from behind, Madison grabs onto him and uses him for leverage as he pulls himself up as well. Wrapping both arms around Bronx’s waist, Madison locks his hands but before he can do anything, Bronx throws back an elbow that connects to the side of his head. Madison keeps his hold in tact, but again, Bronx hits him in the side of the head with a second elbow strike. Going for a third, Bronx throws this one back even harder but misses as Madison leans his head back. Bursting both feet into the mat, Madison lifts Bronx off of his and slams him head first to the mat with a German suplex. Bronx rolls completely over to his stomach but quickly pushes himself up. Already standing, Chris Madison moves in just as Bronx rises and hits him with a forearm shot to the head. Hopping back, Madison then fires with two kicks, one to Bronx’s thigh and the other behind his knee, taking his leg out from under him as he drops down to one knee. As Madison bounces back and forth on his feet, Bronx erupts from his position with a wild swing at Madison’s head. Ducking underneath the blow, Madison hooks his arm under Bronx’s and steps in behind him, locking him in a half nelson hold. Lifting Bronx off of his feet again, Madison drops him to the mat with a half nelson suplex!
JOHNSON: ”Moments of frustration like that can be costly.”
VASSA: ”If there’s one person you want to keep your cool against and not make mistakes it’s that guy, Chris Madison.”
JOHNSON: ”Bronx had him down for an early attempt at a pin, but after that it appears he grew frustrated with himself. That missed haymaker proved costly for him as Madison was able to capitalize instantly.”
Rolling over and climbing over Bronx, Madison hooks one arm around his head and the other around his leg, holding Bronx in place as he begins slamming repeated knees into Bronx’s ribs. Pressing his hands down onto Bronx, Madison pushes himself up to his feet. He then grabs ahold of Bronx, pulling him up as well and then whipping him to the ropes. As Bronx bounces off the ropes and comes forward, Madison rushes in, leaping forward and wiping him out with a Lou Thesz press. On top of Bronx, Madison rains down with rapid elbow strikes, landing nearly a dozen on Bronx’s unprotected head. Rising to his feet, Madison steps away from Bronx, rolling his shoulders before whipping around and locking his sights back onto him.
Grabbing ahold of Bronx’s arm, Madison pulls him to his feet and into a knee to the stomach. Elbow after elbow, Madison backs him up against the ropes before locking in a Muay Thai clinch. With nowhere to go, Bronx has no choice but to hold tight as Madison begins laying into him with multiple knee strikes to the midsection. After knocking Bronx’s breath away, Madison then pulls him away from the ropes and into one more knee to the gut. Positioning himself behind Bronx, Madison the lifts him up and drives him into the mat with a pump-handle slam! Hooking his leg, he then goes for the pin as the official slides in for the count.

Kicking out just before the officials hand slaps the mat a second time, Bronx brings the count to an abrupt stop.
JOHNSON: ”Bronx kicks out just before the two!”
VASSA: ”Tell us something we don’t know, Captain Obvious.”
JOHNSON: ”Ignoring you and moving on! Madison is slowly wearing down Bronx with the grapples game. Throw in a few strikes here and there, and I don’t know how much more the man can take.”
Pulling Bronx up from the mat, Madison locks onto his wrist and once he pulls him completely up, he continues pulling him in for a short-arm clothesline. Ducking underneath Madison’s arm, Bronx pulls Madison’s arm back and wraps it around him before locking onto his forearm and not letting him pull it away. Madison throws back an elbow with his other arm but misses before Bronx lifts him off his feet and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex variation. The two race to their feet, both standing up at the same time. Madison throws a forearm for Bronx’s head but receives a kick to the stomach as well, forcing him to buckle over. Jumping up onto Madison’s back, Bronx hooks his legs underneath Madison’s arms as he remains bent over. Standing straight up, Madison forces Bronx to go down head first to the mat before grabbing underneath his legs to hold him upside down. The weight of Bronx on his back forces Madison to stumble backwards and into the ropes, pressing Bronx against them. The two them bounce off as Madison takes a few steps forward. Reaching down with both hands, Bronx pushes himself up and away from the mat and as his upper body comes back down, he wraps his arms around Madison’s legs, lifting him off his feet and dropping him to the mat with a sunset flip bomb! With his legs over top of Madison’s arms, Bronx has him curled up, shoulders to the mat as the official rushes in with the count.

Just as the officials hand slaps the mat a second time, Madison kicks out, pushing Bronx away and sending him backwards to the mat. They’re off to the races! Both rush to their feet, Bronx standing first this time and as Madison rises, Bronx sweeps in and delivers a superkick straight to his midsection. The impact of the kick forces Madison to buckle over once more. Bronx then kicks him with his other foot in the side of the knee, forcing Madison to drop down to that knee. Taking a few steps back, Bronx then comes back in with a superkick to the head! Still up, Madison wobbles back and forth as Bronx looks on is both wonder and irritation. As Madison continues swaying back and forth, Bronx then turns to the ropes behind him and takes off in their direction. Bouncing off the ropes and coming back with tremendous speed, Bronx leaps feet first into the air and plants both feet into Madison’s chest, leveling him with a shotgun drop kick! Rolling to an upright seated position, Bronx then crawls forward and then makes the cover on Madison.

VASSA: ”Madison with another kick out!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s two back to back attempts and still nowhere near a three count.”
Slamming his fist down to the mat, Bronx uses it to push himself as he stands to his feet. With his left hand, Bronx holds Madison in place as he swings upward with his right, catching Madison underneath the jaw with a European uppercut. Following up with a kick to the gut, Bronx forces him to lunge over before he leaps into the air. Wrapping his arm around Madison’s head, Bronx brings him down and plants him head first into the canvas with a leaping DDT. Full of energy, Bronx bursts to his feet before racing to the nearby corner. Climbing to the top, he skips the theatrics and goes straight to work. Leaping away from the corner, he twists and turns through the air before coming down with a corkscrew moonsault.
JOHNSON: ”True Lig–“
JOHNSON: ”Chris Madison counters with knees to the gut!”
Curling his legs and bring his knees up, Madison catches Bronx with both in the stomach as he comes down for the execution. Bronx bounces off and flips over, landing perfectly on his back beside Madison. Before the official can even begin his two count, Madison slowly pushes himself up to one knee. Grabbing onto Bronx’s head, he then stands tall, pulling Bronx up with him. Out of nowhere, Bronx wraps both arms around Madison’s waist and drives forward, pushing Madison backwards across the ring and into the ropes. After back to back forearms over the back, Madison then holds Bronx in place as he lifts his leg up from the mat, driving his knee into Bronx’s face. Madison then side steps and pulls Bronx in, throwing him through the ropes and onto the apron. Bronx then drops down to the floor, taking a moment to catch his breath as the official inside the ring begins the ten count.
“One! … Two! … Three!”

On the inside, Madison backs away from the ropes, keeping a close eye on Bronx as he catches his breath on the outside.
“Four! … Five!”

Just as Bronx begins to turn around, Madison takes off towards the ropes between them. Jumping up just before the ropes, Madison leaps over them, twisting and flipping through the air. As Bronx fully turns to face him, it’s too late. With nowhere to go, Bronx braces himself as Madison plows into him with a high jump moonsault! The entire area bursts into a roaring cheer as Madison pulls off the high risk move. Pushing himself back up, Madison looks over the crowd as the officials new ten count can be heard behind him.
“One! … Two! … Three!”

Pulling Bronx up from the floor, Madison then pulls him into a swift knee to the stomach.
“Four! … Five!”

Walking Bronx to the ring, Madison then rolls him underneath the bottom rope and back inside. Climbing up onto the apron and through the ropes. Bronx rolls to the center of the ring as Madison slowly follows behind, stalking him. Having a difficult time, Bronx manages to climb to his feet. Lunging forward at Madison with a right, Bronx misses the punch as Madison catches his arm. Turning Bronx around, Madison then grabs him in a rear waist lock while trapping one of his arms. Pulling Bronx by the wrist, Madison spins him around and as Bronx fully rotates a in a circle, Madison fires away with a rolling elbow strike to the back of the head.
JOHNSON: ”No, that’s Comatosed!”
VASSA: ”Oh Lord have mercy…”
Bronx falls forward to the mat, slamming his face against it as he crashes hard. Dropping to his knees, Madison rolls him over to his back before making the cover.

Throwing his arm straight into the air, Bronx gets a shoulder up from the mat, forcing the official to cease his count.
”I don’t know how he did it, but Bronx avoids the pinfall after some serious blunt trauma to the back of the head.”
JOHNSON: ”He may have kicked out this time, but I wouldn’t hold my breath on him kicking out of a second shot to the back of the head like that.”
VASSA: ”Another hit to the head like that and he could end up like Williams!”
Going straight back to work, Madison begins slamming rapid knees into Bronx’s side before pushing himself up. Lifting Bronx off the mat, Madison wraps him up around the waist before lifting him off his feet and throwing him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Bronx crashes to the mat, landing on his back, and rolls up to a seated position fluidly. Walking up behind Bronx, Madison pulls him up before slamming a forearm shot in his lower back. Bronx spins around and throws a wild backhand for Madison but comes up short as Madison knees him in the stomach. With his right leg, Madison kicks Bronx in the side of the knee over and over. With each stinging kick landed, Madison backs Bronx up until one final kick forces Bronx’s knee to bend. As Bronx drops down to his knee, Madison jumps up and hits Bronx with a left flying knee strike. Bronx stumbles backwards into the ropes and bounces off, falling back into Madison’s arms. Lifting Bronx up and over, Madison slams him to the canvas with a T-bone suplex! Again, Bronx hits the mat and rolls up to a seated position.
Pulling Bronx up from behind, Madison then ducks down before lifting Bronx into the air on his shoulders in a seated position. Walking to the center of the ring, Madison holds him up in place as the fans become silent as they wait in anticipation.
JOHNSON: ”Oh my, this doesn’t look good for Bronx.”
VASSA: ”What do you mean? What’s about to happen?”
JOHNSON: ”The End Game.”
VASSA: ”Like Game Over? Is Manny here?!”
Madison then pushes Bronx off of his shoulders and into the air. Instead of falling backwards, Bronx manages to somehow fall straight back down and as he does, he hooks an arm around Madison’s head and brings him down head first, driving his face directly into the mat with a bulldog!
JOHNSON: ”No, that’s not it!”
VASSA: ”But you just said…”
JOHNSON: ”If Chris would have connected with the electric chair bridging German suplex then it would have been End Game.”
VASSA: ”The fuck? Now I’m confused.”
Both men remain down as the official begins the ten count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

As Madison remains face down, Bronx slowly begins to stir.
“Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight!”

Bronx then finally stands to his feet, ending the ten count. Kicking Madison in the side over and over, Bronx rolls him to the ropes and with one final kick, forces Madison to the apron. He then leans over the top rope and pulls Madison up to his feet. Before fully standing, Madison pulls himself through the ropes, planting his shoulder into Bronx’s midsection. Madison then pops up and begins laying into Bronx with lefts and rights. Throwing his arm up, Bronx blocks a right from Chris and counters with a palm strike to the nose, forcing Madison to turn around completely as he connects. Bronx then steps up to the middle rope and reaches over the top, wrapping both arms around Madison’s waist. Pulling him up and off of his feet, Bronx falls backwards, lifting Madison over the top rope and driving him into the canvas with a German suplex.
JOHNSON: ”Tweet Delete!”
VASSA: ”You don’t even know what Twitter is!”
Keeping his arms wrapped around Madison’s waist, Bronx bridges the German suplex, pinning Madison’s shoulders to the mat.

Laying on the mat and looking up at the lights, Bronx slams both fists into the canvas. Yelling as loud as he can, his voice can be heard over the loud Cleveland crowd. Bronx forces himself up. Brushing the hair from his face with his hand, he circles Madison momentarily rolling him over to his stomach and standing over him with a foot planted on each side of his body. Squatting down, Bronx reaches underneath him, wrapping him around the waist. He then deadlifts Madison up from the mat and just as he goes to fall back for another German suplex, Madison hooks his leg with Bronx’s, denying him from lifting him any higher into position. Bronx drops Madison back to his feet and as Madison’s feet touch the mat, he fires back with an elbow and cracks Bronx in the mouth with it. Pulling Bronx’s hands apart, Madison then spins out of his arms and moves in behind Bronx. Hitting him with an elbow strike to the back of the neck. Bronx throws back an elbow of his own, connecting with the side of Madison’s head, giving him the time he needed to step away and quickly turn to face him. Just as Bronx faces Madison, his eyes light up. Jumping up and grabbing Bronx by the back of the head, Madison then falls back to the canvas, pulling Bronx’s jaw down onto both of his knees with a pop-up codebreaker! Bronx rolls over to his back, arms and legs spread out as his body remains motionless. Madison then crawls over him, hooks the leg, and goes for the pin.

JOHNSON: ”These two are literally giving it their all and neither one can manage to keep the other down for three second.”
VASSA: ”They’re running on fumes now. Both men have given this everything they have in the tank.”
Out of gas and slow to his feet, Madison finally rises. He’s obviously winded, as well as his fallen opponent. Pushing forward, he grabs Bronx by the arm and slowly pulls him up to his feet, exerting great energy to do so. Grabbing onto Madison’s head with both hands, Bronx quickly drops down to both knees, pulling Madison’s head down onto the top of his head and hitting with a jawbreaker out of nowhere. Madison stumbles backwards as Bronx remains on both knees. Hitting the ropes, Madison bounces forward and with his momentum, he hits Bronx with a running knee to the face. Falling to his side, Bronx catches himself as he plants his hand onto the mat, keeping his upper body elevated. Madison then hits with two power punches, one left and one massive right. Pulling Bronx up, he then locks onto his wrist and pulls him into a knee to the gut. Pushing Bronx away, Madison then pulls him back in for a second knee to the gut. He then whips Bronx to the ropes behind him and as he comes back, Madison goes for a clothesline but misses as Bronx ducks underneath. As Madison turns around, Bronx hits the ropes and comes back, leaping forward into the air and diving over Madison. Hooking his arm around Madison’s head, Bronx flips frontwards over, him, lifting Madison off his feet and flipping him over onto his head, driving it into the canvas with a running front flip DDT!
Bronx lies on his back as Madison lies beside him, face down to the mat. The official begins the ten count and reaches two before Bronx finally comes to life and rolls Madison over to his back. Hooking the leg, Bronx lays over Madison with barely any energy whatsoever as the official drops down beside them with the count.

JOHNSON: ”You saw it folks! After a painful and excruciating match between these two, Bronx has managed to score the pinfall here tonight over Chris Madison!”
VASSA: ”It’s just a damn shame that wasn’t Manny two weeks ago! A DAMN SHAME!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Losing the 4CW Championship two weeks ago, Bronx has now done the unthinkable as he’s become the only person to pin Chris Madison in a 4CW ring.”
VASSA: ”Second person.”
JOHNSON: ”I stand corrected! The second person to pin Chris Madison in a 4CW ring. But he’s the first person to defeat Chris Madison in singles competition inside of a 4CW ring.”
VASSA: ”That’s better. Jett has had a hard enough night as it is after beating the 4CW Champion, don’t take this away from him.”
“Starboy” hits the speakers as Bronx slowly rises to his feet. Shocked at what had just happened, he looks down at Madison momentarily before the official steps in beside him and raises his arm into the air.

Dropping to his knees, Bronx is unable to even celebrate as his body is too exhausted to do so. After a few moments pass, Madison slowly begins to come to his senses. Assisting Madison, Bronx helps him up to his feet and as the two stand side by side, face to face, Bronx extends his hand.
JOHNSON: ”Talk about class.”
Madison then extends his and the two shake before Bronx steps directly beside him and grabs him by the wrist. Raising Madison’s arm into the air, Bronx and Madison stand side by side as the Cleveland crowd applauds them both.
VASSA: ”I fucking told you!”
JOHNSON: ”What did you tell me?”
VASSA: ”Match of the fucking night! THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This wasn’t the result Madison was expecting in his first official match back, but this was a match that both he and Bronx can be proud of.”
VASSA: ”Next up, Mariano Fernandez!”
JOHNSON: ”And Madison has a date with Cyrus Riddle.”
VASSA: ”Fright Night is just around the corner and I don’t know about you, but I can’t fucking wait!”
JOHNSON: ”You’re not alone. The event has already shaped up to be massive with the matches we have on the books. Fright Night is always a huge show for 4CW.”
Lowering Madison’s arm, Bronx exchanges a few more words with him before patting him on the back. He then notices the nearby camera om the apron and walks over to it, leaning in for a close up of just his face. Looking into the lens, he speaks directly to the 4CW Champion.
VALESCENCE: ”I hope you were paying attention Manny because I’m coming for you and what’s mine next!”
Stepping back, he points a finger gun at the camera before firing a shot and his lips reading “bang”.
JOHNSON: ”Well there you have it. That’s one way to get back on track after a devastating loss.”
VASSA: ”This main event is going to be quite the match. Hell, have you seen the poster for Fright Night?!”
JOHNSON: ”I have, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the wreckage afterwards resembles that of a nuclear wasteland.”
VASSA: ”Welp… time to go to the bar!”
JOHNSON: ”Is that so?”
VASSA: ”Do you think I’m kidding?”
JOHNSON: ”Not at all. Well, you heard the man folks. This concludes our event for the evening. We’ll see you in two weeks for the last Adrenaline before Fright Night as we head to Indianapolis, Indiana!”
VASSA: ”One last stop before we leave Chicago in worst shape than it’s already in and to be honest, that place is a shit hole!”
JOHNSON: ”WOAH!!! He’s just kidding ladies and gentlemen. He definitely did not say what you all think he did.”
VASSA: ”I said exactly what they think I did.”
JOHNSON: ”And that’s out show! We’ll see you all in two weeks. From 4CW and the booth, we hope you all have a wonderful week and we’ll be seeing you. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Goodnight!”