ADRENALINE E79 (134)

JANUARY 24TH, 2018 CHESAPEAKE ENERGY ARENA OKLAHOMA CITY, OK

The picture opens up to a shot from inside of the ring in the center of the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. “Bulls On Parade” by Rage Against the Machine blares throughout the sold out arena. The camera pans the fans in attendance, zooming in on various signs held within the sea of bodies.

DAKOTA’S
D A D D Y
DAYCARE

CUCKED
EVEN IN
D E A T H

P O T A T O
ELECTRICITY

YOUR HERO
BUT NOT OURS

ALES ALES ALES

The camera angle transitions to a shot from in front of the announcers booth where we find Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sitting behind it. With a wild crowd behind them, the two kick off the evening as Johnson takes lead.

JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson, and we’re coming to you live tonight from the Chesapeake Energy Arena right here in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.”

VASSA: ”Well, thanks for the introduction, Steve. Allow me to introduce myself1 I’m Vinn–“

JOHNSON: ”Everybody knows who you are and you always introduce yourself. Don’t start tonight off with an attitude.”

VASSA: ”Wow, just wow. Getting cucked out of my own introduction. Now I know what Burn feels like.”

JOHNSON: ”Who?”

VASSA: ”You wouldn’t know. You don’t follow hip-hop.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t, but I do follow 4CW and that’s the action we have in store for those of you watching from home!”

VASSA: ”We have a long night of adrenaline pumping action line up, starting off with out opening match between Kimitsu Zombie and Jason Cashe. WORLDSTAR!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Right after them we have Gavin Grimes taking on Nurse Kinsley, followed up with the debut match of one name that has finally made his way to 4CW.”

VASSA: ”We have Mark Storm debuting here tonight against Alexis Mercer in a rivalry that dates back before 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”Then in one of two tag team matches, we have Boston and Amber Ryan going head to head with the Sadboiz, the team of Bryan Williams and Persephone Marquis.”

VASSA: ”This one looks very interesting to say the least.”

JOHNSON: ”It better be because it’s happening tonight on Adrenaline!”

VASSA: ”Coming off a win two weeks ago, Andre Holmes will step into the ring with the ‘hot as fire’ Jair Hopkins. WORLDSTAR BABY!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This is one of the matches I have at the top of my list that I’ve been eager to see the moment tonight’s lineup was announced.”

VASSA: ”Then we have our second tag team match, and it’s a rather odd pairing of teams if I’m being honest.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed it is. Dakota Smith and Viduus Mora have quite a bit of tension between them following Winter Wasteland. The same can be said in regards to Anastasia Hayden and Bronx Valescence, as she is the number one contender for the 4CW Championship. Tonight, we have Dakota and Ana teaming up against Viduus and Bronx.”

VASSA: ”We’ve been seeing some wild pairing of teams lately both here on Adrenaline and on Octane. This one is nor different and it’s too unpredictable to even make a guess at who I think would walk away with the win in this one.”

JOHNSON: ”For our headline match of the evening, we have a number one contender match for the 4CW Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”We’re gonna see two men who have been making quite a bit of noise collide right before our eyes in that ring tonight. Alessandro Quagmire and Cyrus Riddle!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s Quagliaterre, Alessandro Quagliaterre.”

VASSA: ”THAT’S WHAT I SAID!!!”

JOHNSON: ”No you didn’t, but we won’t sit here and argue over this for the next ten minutes. Moving onto our main event, we have an XTV Championship bout under no holds barred.”

VASSA: ”We haven’t seen the XTV featured alone in the main event in a very, very long time so this is rather exciting.”

JOHNSON: ”It has been a very long time, if even at all.”

VASSA: ”In the blue corner, we have the challenger, Aidan Carlisle!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh we’re doing this bit now?”

VASSA: ”And in the red corner, we have the multi-defending XTV Champion… GENEVIE CARSLON!!!”

JOHNSON: ”And that about wraps up tonight’s lineup ladies and gents!”

VASSA: ”Great! With the opening and introductions out of the way, we can move forward and get right down to business.”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

VASSA: ”Take us to the back! We’re taking a break before jumping into this main event!”

Pacing near the curtains backstage. Where every man and woman who performs has to enter through is Jason Cashe. Tight in his grip is a paper bag as his eyes continue searching every corner of the hallways that connect to his location. His match with Kimitsu is moments away but his eyes seem to be anticipating something or someone different.

CASHE: “Come on, where are you?!”

Finally she appears. Kimitsu Zombie and she is hyped and focused as she rounds the corner to his right heading for the entrance to ringside. In that moment when she looks up and the two lock eyes, her focus on the fight upcoming only seems to grow. Her fists clenched, ready to start the fight backstage if that’s what he was looking to do but he wasn’t as he presented her with the small brown paper bag. She doesnt take it but gives it a long stare before placing her eyes back to her opponent.

CASHE: “For you, a gift. Well for us technically.”

Offering the bag to her once again, she still doesn’t take it. She just gives him a strange glare.

ZOMBIE: “I don’t smoke the reefer, asshole. Why are you offering it to me anyway? I will not be put off my game to get high.”

CASHE: “Ha! No, no, nothing like that! I don’t get baked before a match. I like the high found out there best..”

Pointing over his shoulder towards the ring entrance. Cashe just goes to open the bag. Reaching inside, he pulls out two Fortune Cookies. Offering one to Kimi and keeping one for himself.

CASHE: “To good fortune?”

Kimitsu takes the fortune cookie cautiously. She doesn’t know whether to take offense or not, but Cashe hasn’t been one to go at the race. He is at least genuine about that. She holds the fortune cooke up.

ZOMBIE: “What are we doing with this? I’m not eating something that came from your hands so you can forget about that.”

CASHE: “Don’t eat it. Just read the fortune. Here I will read mine first!”

Cracking his cookie, it breaks into three pieces. He lets all of it fall to the floor at their feet as he keeps hold of the little strip of paper. His “lucky numbers” written on the back but it wasn’t numbers he was interested in.

CASHE: “The fortune you seek is in another cookie? What the hell is this boooshit?!”

Giving Kimi a nod, Cashe has a growing interest in what hers might say.

CASHE: “Share yours now.. Mine is retarded.”

ZOMBIE: “Fine. The sooner we get done with this, the sooner we can fight.”

She carefully cracks open the fortune cooke and eats the pieces, sheepishly glancing at Cashe as he tilts his head and looks away with his tongue out to show a slight disgust. She unfolds the paper slip as she eats the last piece.

ZOMBIE: “It says ‘Constant grinding can turn an iron rod into a needle.’ Hm.”

She smiles at him mockingly.

ZOMBIE: “Tell me. What do you think that means?”

CASHE: “Could mean a number of things. It’s all about interpretation. Maybe for instance something that once was at its best is now after so long weakened down to a needle.”

Shrugging he probably didn’t make sense all the time but in some strange way you could interpret what he was saying.

CASHE: “Could also mean a young male is erect like bull but after so many years plowing the fields, bull grows tired and can’t get it up anymore. The play on metaphors is the best part about these damn sweet treats!”

He was smiling. He was in a good mood staring across at the woman he was mere moments away from squaring up too. They WOULD be trading hands.

ZOMBIE: “You started off so well. I shouldn’t of expected anything less. Let me tell you what this means that with enough hard work and perseverance you can achieve anything. This is something I should be able to relate to, isn’t it? I should be so fucking low in spirits given my recent string of matches but here I am still grinding. I think it’s about time I get my needle. I’ll do it any way I can.”

She suddenly snaps her fingers at his groin with a grin.

CASHE: “Who wants to go from a hot iron to a.. Needle though? You are a mystery Kimi Su. A dag gone mystery!”

You can see the hesitation from a small in stature production staff member standing by. With his blue shirt and the 4CW logo on his right breast, he gulps big and sticks his head into the conversation.

PRODUCTION: “Umm… You guys are up.. Heh.. Like now!”

Tapping his wrist as if there was a watch present. He worried more about getting the show going on time than a beating for interrupting a conversation. Kimi and Cashe give each other a long paused stare as if waiting for the other to get their final words in. Cashe just offers up a smile, one as friendly as can be. Kimitsu stares at him for a moment before shaking her head slightly and shoving him and the staff member away from her to go towards the entrance. Cashe watches her head through the curtain, his smile turning ever so slightly crooked.

The speaker, normally someone who is able to keep his cool. But now we see him panicked, seemingly fleeing from something, someone in the backstage area. There is a genuine look of fear of his face as he turns corners, and dips in between staff members in a frantic nature.

? ? ?: ”Speaker.”

The voice of Dakota Smith was almost right in his ear, but the man they used to call The butcher is nowhere to be seen. This doesn’t stop The Speaker’s levels of panic rise however. He speeds up, constantly looking over his shoulder as if he is expecting to see Dakota barreling down the hallway after him.

? ? ?: ”Speaker!”

Again, directly in his ear, louder than before. This time it makes him trip up a little bit, almost falling over his own feet. The speaker turns a corner, and that is when his worst fears come into fruition. He runs smack dab into Dakota Smith, who was staring at him with wide eyes and a porcelain doll esque smile. The Speaker goes frozen, seemingly glued in his stance as he looks up at Dakota, whose eyes pierce into the speakers soul.

SMITH: ”What seems to be the problem friend?”

Dakota lets out a deep, rough chuckle as he licks his lips in the same fashion as a starving dog would a fresh kill.

SPEAKER: “D-Dakota. I…um…I…my brother…”

The Speaker couldn’t seen to string together any coherent words. Instead he stammered on like a frightened child. This pleased Dakota to no end as he lifted his arm up and slams it down on the speakers shoulders, shaking him back and forth in a playfully terrifying way.

SMITH: ”Brother? Now I wouldn’t be going and calling us that now… You see I’ve been looking for you, looking for your boy Viduus. I’ve been wondering what the issue is. Been wondering why you two CHILDREN! Think it’s okay to mettle in my affairs. ”

The Speaker tried to gather his wits about him. He worked up some courage and steadied his voice.

SPEAKER: “You brought this storm upon yourself. You extended your hand only to rescind almost immediately. YOU’RE A COWARD! Now you’ll feel Viduus’s pain.”

The Speaker winced as he finished his words. He knew Dakota could hurt him right now, maybe even end him. The Speaker’s lip quivered slight but he bit down on it hoping to hide his fear. Dakota’s tongue flicked out from behind his lips, as his wide eyed glare went into a frenzy. Without even think his hand was around the throat of The Speaker, lifting him up into the ear with nearly monstrous ease.

SMITH: ”PATHETIC!”

Spit flew from Dakota’s mouth as the word spewed out of his mouth. The speaker was choking, gagging on his own words as Dakota’s grip tightened up. But only for a second, before he dropped the man down to the ground. As the speaker started to catch his breath, Dakota let out another slight chuckle.

SMITH: ”When I looked into the eyes of Viduus Morta, I didn’t see a comrade in arms. I seen a rat, chomping at the bit to take what I have worked so long to achieve. Like a parasite he wanted to feed of the entity that is Dakota Smith. I don’t share my darkness with those who would drown in it! You want to talk about storms… You haven’t even seen the rain yet little one.”

With The Speaker out of Dakota’s grasp he now became a bit more confident. He laughed in the face of Dakota while backing up just slightly, still on the ground, using his heel and elbows the inch slowly backwards.

SPEAKER: “You know Nothing! Ha!”

The Speaker began to howl, almost like a wolf with uncontrollable laughter.

SPEAKER: “He is the eye of the storm and YOU… you have made mistake after mistake Dakota. Mistake after mistake.”

With devious snarl across his wicked lips, Dakota was just about to strike out once again against The Speaker. But his instincts felt something behind, It was Viduus! Like a caveman swinging his club, Dakota swings his arm behind him – elbow first. But to his surprise there was nothing there. Just the fading laughter of The Speaker. Dakota quickly turns around, to see that he too has disappeared. Dakota brings his hand up, his fingers distorting in a frustrating manor before balling up into a fist. His head slowly cocking to the side as wide, annoyed grin appears on his lips. He then lets his hand unfurl as he runs it along his hair, his eye twitching just a tad bit as the camera fades out to ring side.

OPENING MATCH
KIMITSU ZOMBIE VS. JASON CASHE

Oklahoma City, the host of 4CW Adrenaline E79, has the cameras surveying the audience who have sold out the Chesapeake Energy Arena. Fans in different varieties with their creative signs they’re are showing off to the world. Now it transitions back over to Johnson and Vassa sat behind the announce table ready to call the opening match of Adrenaline: Kimitsu Zombie facing off against Jason Cashe.

JOHNSON: ”Welcome back from our commercial messages and its time to kick off Adrenaline with our opening match of the evening! The former 4CW Pride Champion, Kimitsu Zombie, will be facing off against 4CW Hall of Famer, Jason Cashe!”

VASSA: ”And it is time for Kimitsu Zombie to pull off an upset no one will see coming. She needs to get back into the 4CW Pride Championship picture and it starts with killing this Hall of Fame mothafucka!”

JOHNSON: ”Well Jason Cashe did defeat Persephone Marquis last week on Adrenaline and people are saying he might be going for a championship soon. A win over the former 4CW Pride Champion will elevate that claim. However-”

VASSA: ”NO! We are not talking about that fucking fluke of a win last week! Cashe is a sick twisted son of a bitch who should be sent to jail! Disrespectful to my ladies and downright doesn’t care about the well-being of our talent. I hope Kimitsu puts him out of his misery!”

JOHNSON: ”…Okay then. Let’s take it over to Powers for our match introductions!”

The cameras transition over to Powers standing in the center of the ring as he receives the cue to begin with the match introductions.

DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, this match is our opening match of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall!”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE…

FFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!”

“9-1-1 what are you reporting?”

An almost robotic sounding operator’s voice blares throughout the arena. The live audience grows in their cheers and jeers as heads turn to the stage. Another voice, a whispered cry follows.

“Please help us! There is…”

Sounds of a scuffle, a screeching cry as a male’s voice fills the speakers.

“TROUBLE!”

Out from the back comes Jason Cashe and the fans erupt! Some liking him and some not so much but unless they were wheelchair bound, everyone was on their feet. No theme music, something he hasn’t had in a long time for himself.

POWERS: “Coming to us LIVE and Direct from the 3rd Coast! He has held more titles than I care to list! He might kill me but he is a 4 Corners Wrestling Haaaaall of Faaamer! Please welcome.. The “tRoUbLeD1” Jaaaason Caaaaaashe!”

A hoodie vest on that matches his ring gear, Jason Cashe heads to the ring only stopping as he gets to the point where entrance ramp meets ring side. There he drags his foot creating an imaginary line dividing the two; a reference to him saying this line was when the talking stops. He crosses that line and heads around to the nearest set of steel steps. Climbing up onto the apron, Cashe dips through the ropes to enter the ring, removing his vest before letting it fall to the outside. It was time. He was ready to fight.

JOHNSON: “There he is ladies and gentlemen. Former three-time 4CW Champion and certified Hall of Famer has finally made his way to Oklahoma City. Jason Cashe is looking to extend his victory to this Adrenaline by defeating Kimitsu Zombie!”

VASSA: “Like hell he motherfucking will! No disrespectful woman abuser gonna put a hand on my girl’s face. Kimitsu Zombie might be hanging with American Tommy but when she gets my guns, my American Tommy is the real thang! Bars!”

“JASON CASHE! JASON CASHE! JASON CASHE! JASON CASHE!”

Number Girl’s Tattoo Ari blares out and yellow and red lights flash around all over the arena as the guitar riff starts and mingles with the mixed reaction from the fans.

“MIGIKATA!

IREZUMI!

AGEKATA!

ZANZOU!”

Kimitsu Zombie darts out of the entrance way in her bosozoku uniform carrying a bottle of shochu.

POWERS: “Now, weighing in at 125lbs and hailing from Kimitsu, Japan it’s the Little Yokai, Kimitsuuuuu Zombiiiiiee!”

Kimitsu drinks from the shochu bottle as she struts to the ring as she takes in the crowds reaction of cheers and jeers. She grins and climbs a turnbuckle bobbing to the music.

“MIGIKATA!

IREZUMI!

AGEKATA!

ZANZOU!”

She takes a long chug of shochu and screams in satisfaction with her tongue out. She jumps down into the ring to wait while sipping from her shochu bottle.

“LETS GO KIMITSU! LETS GO KIMITSU! LETS GO KIMITSU! LETS GO KIMITSU!”

VASSA: “Yep! There she is! The rightful 4CW Pride Champion who is the most beautiful woman on this earth. Ready to fight for all women and restore honor to Jason Cashe’s disgusting reign of terror!”

JOHNSON: “Well if that’s the case than Jason Cashe better prepare for a fight. Lets do this! Kimitsu Zombie! Jason Cashe! Opening match of Adrenaline! Here. we. go!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The two competitors in their respective corner exit their comfort zone and start circling the ring. Keeping an equal distance, both Jason and Kimitsu plan their strategies while also try to fake and flaunt an offense in order to abuse their opponents. The two finally meet in the center of the ring and lock up in the traditional collar and elbow tie up which proves futile for Kimitsu who gets backed up into an unoccupied corner.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The referee counts up to four and Jason backs off again. Now the two revert back to square one circling the ring until locking up again in the center where Jason transitions into the side headlock. He squeezes down on her head making it painful for Kimitsu to try and fight back until he sweeps her over and applies the side headlock on the canvas. He leans back adding more torque to the submission; Kimitsu rolls her legs back and locks it around his neck pulling him down into a scissors choke. Now Jason is on the bad end of the early submission game.

JOHNSON: “Jason Cashe started off the match using his strength and weight for his advantage which played very well in the Side Headlock. Now the tables have turned as Kimitsu can use her speed and agility locking in the Scissors Choke. How will Jason respond to this?”

By taking her legs and splitting them apart to have his head out. Both of them squabble back up to their feet and lock up again for the final time until Jason throws her into the ropes. She rebounds and gets shoulder barged into the canvas spine first. Seeing her in a vulnerable state, he runs to the ropes behind him, rebounds and jumps over her body. The same repeating running motion happens which ends up in him eating a dropkick sending him down into the canvas.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: “Kimitsu Zombie with the Dropkick! That’s my babygirl! That’s my babygirl! See how she’s beating the hell out of him?!”

Kimitsu continues her offense by helping him back up on his feet. A couple of kicks into the chest, stomach and thighs backs up her opponent into the ropes. She gets her spring off the irish whip by holding onto his arm and throwing him into the ropes; Cashe spins around and instead whips her into the ropes. She returns with more speed having Cashe pick her up before she takes him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: “Fuckin’ hell! Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors! Kimitsu Zombie is on a roll and I don’t know if she can be stopped! Here’s the pin attempt!”

ONE

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TW–!

Jason kicks out of the early pin attempt and Zombie starts slamming the back of his head against the canvas. She helps him back up to his feet then throws him into the nearest unoccupied corner. Her back slams against the turnbuckles leaving Jason to charge into her and slap her with a clothesline. He bounces back from the impact waiting for Kimitsu to walk into him; Ducking his right arm around her waist, Jason lifts Zombie off the mat and sits down on the canvas with a sidewalk slam!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: “Sidewalk Slam after the Corner Running Clothesline! Kimitsu took the full blunt of his attack and now she’s down on the canvas! We were worried about his power and size advantage but he’s totally abusing that advantage. Here comes the pin attempt!”

ONE

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TW–

No! She kicks out and Jason enjoys beating his fists into her skull. He slowly gets up and holds down onto the back of her head before running her face into the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. He turns her around, launches her into the ropes and she rebounds back into him. He catches her with a knee into her face that stuns her on her feet before hugging her tightly to him, lifts her off the canvas and slams her down on her back again with the side belly to belly slam!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

JASON CASHE! JASON CASHE! JASON CASHE! JASON CASHE!”

JOHNSON: “Sidewalk Slam after the Corner Running Clothesline! Kimitsu took the full blunt of his attack and now she’s down on the canvas! We were worried about his power and size advantage but he’s totally abusing that advantage. Here comes the pin attempt!”

ONE

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TWO

She’s trying to fight back against the pain and Kimitsu gets dragged up to her feet. He runs her into the ropes and tries to toss her over to the outside but Kimitsu lands on her feet. Seeing this, Jason charges again into her but backs up after eating a Gamengiri. A few steps back allows Zombie to recover mentally and finally see the raging hall of famer rush over to her attempting the spear. She sidesteps watching him fly through the middle and top rope before colliding his forehead into the ringside barricade making the fans jump back!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: “Face first into the barricade and Jason Cashe should have been quicker then dat! My girl Kimitsu is ten times faster and smarter than this scumbag!”

“One! … Two!”

With the referee beginning the count out, Jason rolls back and forth covering his face with his hands. He turns on his back kicking the ringside mat in sheer unbearable pain. Kimitsu backs up to the turnbuckles and watches him in pain until getting that look in her face. She runs across the apron, leaps off and lands a beautiful senton with her back splashing down against his ribs. Jason sits up screaming at the top of his lungs while Kimitsu stands fired up with momentum back on her side.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Three! … Four!”

VASSA: “Diving Senton off the apron! Oh lord! My baby can do anything possible and it’s looking fucking great! Come on Kimitsu, bring it home for us!”

Kimitsu manages to roll him into the ring while she makes her up to the top rope from ringside. While she’s perched, Jason takes a moment to slowly gets back up onto his feet. He turns around and gets blasted down into the canvas after eating the missile dropkick from the top rope. Jason rolls up onto his feet from the momentum of the impact and Kimitsu charges into him but then out of nowhere, she gets lifted off the mat and gets slammed on her back again from the shoulder slam!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: “Shoulder Slam comeback after the Missile Dropkick! The resiliency of this maniac has to be noted! Here is the pin attempt!”

ONE

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TWO

She kicks out and Jason doesn’t care about the pin. He ties her legs up and twists her over onto her stomach to lock in the texas cloverleaf. Sitting down on her back, she’s screaming and clawing. The added weight on Kimitsu makes her want to tap out but she’s not going to give up. So, she begins dragging their combined body weight to the ropes ahead of her until Jason drags her back in the center of the ring. This time, he elevates the submission having her stand on her chest adding more pressure on the back.

“PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!”

VASSA: “No! No! No! Leave my baby alone!”

Kimitsu tries something that might be crazy. She manages to throw her body back down on the canvas tossing Jason into the ropes who comes back into her. Kimitsu gets up and gets bashed into the nearest corner with her back glued against the turnbuckles. Jason holds up his right elbow, charges into her but trips down in his run which accidentally causes them to kiss for a mere moment. He backs up in complete shock of that but Kimitsu rubs her lips, gives him the death stare and before you know it, he eats a rolling savate kick into the temple!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: “THAT DISGUSTING MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

He couldn’t fathom the kick being so strong that he collapses onto his right knee. She runs forward right down into him and drives her knee into his head with a shining wizard. Landing down on the canvas, she starts pulling on his hair dragging him into the nearest corner with his back leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Kimitsu runs to the opposing corner, rebounds off the turnbuckles and comes back into him making him eat two knees right into his head yet again!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: “Hell hath no fury like Kimitsu scorned! You do not kiss her and expect to survive! She’s unleashing hell from the Shining Wizard then the Corner Running Double Knees into his exposed face that he suffered a huge whiplash! The pin attempt is made again!”

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TWO

He kicks out and Kimitsu violently drags him back up to his feet. Cupping his balls from behind, she attempts the balls-plex but he slaps her hands off and just slides out of the ring. Protecting his jewels at all costs, he won’t risk any bullshit until she slides out then chases him around the ring. He slides in and she slides in afterwards; Kimitsu ducks under a right arm thrown then rebounds off the ropes only to get bombarded down into the canvas from the signature superhuman elbow blow into the skull!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: “MARK OF JASON! THE MARK OF JASON! HERE IS THE PIN!”

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

No! She kicks out and not even Jason can believe it. He slowly drags her back up onto her feet and spins around going for that discus clothesline; She stops it with a roundhouse kick into the skull then quickly plants his head down with a jumping DDT. Once he gets up after the impact is made, she unloads on him with a kicking combination. Head, chest, stomach, thigh! The final roundhouse kick claps him in the skull again before she runs to the ropes but the moment she tries the springboard, Jason runs towards her on the ropes, catches her in the spinebuster position and drops her into destruction from the sit-down motion!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: “TROUBLE MAKER! THE POP-UP SPINEBUSTER COUNTERING HER SPRINGBOARD ATTEMPT! IT’S OVER! HERE’S THE PIN ATTEMPT, JASON CASHE HAS THIS MATCH WON!”

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

No! The referee points to her leg on the bottom rope. Jason slaps his hands off the mat in pure frustration. He then has had enough. Dragging her into the center of the ring and hoisting her up vertical for that double underhook brainbuster but she drops behind him cuffing his balls again for yet another balls-plex. He slaps the hands off her, runs to the ropes ahead of him, rebounds and gets spiked on his head from the frankensteiner!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: “STANDING FRANKENSTEINER! THE STANDING FRANKENSTEINER! KIMITSU AIN’T DONE WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER YET!”

Damn right. She’s trying her best to stalk him when he’s finally gathering the energy to stand up. The moment he does, she kicks him into the ribs having him bent over and try to go for the swinging fisherman neckbreaker. Jason spins out of it then taking the right arm then putting his leg on her face for the eat defeat dropping her down to her back. He slowly gets back onto his feet, walks over to the corner to climb onto the top rope. Taking a leap of faith, he flips backwards doing the double moonsault but Kimitsu rolls out of the way making him eat pure canvas!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: “SHIT! HE MISSED THE DOUBLE MOONSAULT AFTER THE EAT DEFEAT! SHE TRIED TO GO FOR THE TRIP TO THE GRAVE FINISHER BUT THAT DIDN’T WORK! COME ON KIMITSU! END HIS FUCKING LIFE!”

She slowly gets up and falls into the ropes. Jason slowly crawls into the center of the ring trying to gather his bearing but as he stands onto his hands and knees; A gruesome axe kick down to the back of his head nearly decapitates him. The audience screams in awe and shock as Kimitsu drops to her knees rolling a limp Jason onto his back for the pin attempt!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: “BANZAI GOD KICK! BANZAI FUCKING GOD KICK! BANZAI FUCKING GOD KIIIIIIIICK!”

JOHNSON: “SHE MANAGED TO ACTUALLY DID IT! JASON CASHE IS DOWN AND HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”

Outside the Chesapeake Energy Arena, the brightness of the moon shines on camera lens as people are still filing in the arena for this exciting night for Four Corners Wrestling. Everything starts panning down now slowly. We find ourselves in the parking lot. Things begin focusing on 4CW Superstar Alexis Mercer sitting on top of a white Sedan hood holding a pill bottle in her hand. Both feet are swaying. She looks at the bottle for a few seconds before turning her head as cameras rest on a mid-range shot. Street lights beamed on the former Fate Champion but that wasn’t enough to cover her entire body with its rays. Some parts were still darkened.

MERCER: “Mark Storm. We’ve traveled together off and on for almost year. Throughout that time, we have both went in parallel directions that have all culminated to Oklahoma. All pointing to the Chesapeake Energy Arena. While the smoke from the drilling rig explosion subsides into the black ashes, there’s still a raging inferno burning inside me. You’ve been alluding me for far too long hiding in other independent promotions. Or, never attempting to wrestle for Monarchy while I was there. You can’t even hide behind management that sees you as some type of prize because this night has been long overdue for a long time.”

She said with a confident tone.

MERCER: “You have been saying for two weeks I’m not better than you, that I have been reduced to a backup dancer while you were taking center stage as the main attraction. While this might be true to some out there keeping score, I’ve been playing puppeteer in a game you won’t win. I’ve been waiting for opportunities like this to show what kind of monster lurked within the darkness of me. I’ve been waiting for chance put the questions to rest. I’m stronger than any of you thought. While you are too busy dancing I’ll be busy burying bodies as I climb up the ladder here in Four Corners Wrestling. I’ll be the one that everyone talks about in Twenty-Eighteen. I’ll be the one that headlines shows and main events pay-per-views. Where will you be at? Disappearing from 4CW when the pressure is too much over time.”

Alexis lifts her hand and rattles the pill bottle. It sounds full.

MERCER: “You’ll hop into your fancy sports car and drive back over to being exclusive to those indy shows. Jumping promotion to promotion reinventing yourself with another gimmick until something goes wrong. Your condition will worsen. As Schizophrenia further warps your mind the difference between what’s reality and what’s not will start blurring as rejection from fans seeps in. And while you’re sitting in your Brooklyn home in your chair questioning yourself. I will still be here in 4CW proving why I’m highly dangerous. I’m going to where you never thought I could reach because I’m a lot stronger than you think, Mark. I’m over nine-thousand across scouters. I’ve been storing all my energy, Mark. I’ve been preserving my strength for opportunities like these. Opportunities that might only happen once in a lifetime. As you wither away lost in your mind trying to escape to a normal life this night will haunt you because I am better than you.”

Her thumb presses down on the bottle’s protection cap popping the pill bottle open. She reaches inside pulling out a small pill between the gaps of her fingertips. Taking the pill out Alexis downs the substance, then crews it before closing the lid tight. The noise of cracking is heard coming from this pill bottle. Alexis Mercer jumps to the hard ground below with a single thud.

MERCER: “Taste like candy. I hope you didn’t forget to take your clozapine. I wouldn’t want you seeing things that aren’t really there when I beat your ass in the middle of that ring tonight. Try not to overdose.”

At the end, she tosses that plastic container at the camera lens. You can see the object growing bigger and darker approaching. It bounces off the camera and hits the ground while I walk toward the ring I eclipse the cameras.

BOSTON: “Amber!”

Without knocking or otherwise announcing his intrusion, Boston burst into Amber Ryan’s dressing room with bravado, lead pipe in one hand, his cell phone in the other.

BOSTON: “Had to kick in the door, it was locked or something. Anyway, listen.”

Amber pauses from taping her hands long enough to star a hole through Boston, her expression somewhere between annoyed and slightly less disgusted than usual.

RYAN: “Oh hey, nice of you to knock first…”

Boston shrugs as he continues walking toward The Distorted Angel.

BOSTON: “Hands were full.”

He motions toward her with the lead pipe.

BOSTON: “Where should I put this?”

Shaking her head, she ignores him as best as she possibly can whilst returning to her methodical taping. Superstition and all that.

BOSTON: “So just anywhere, then.”

He sets it down on the bench that stood before a set of lockers. Boston takes a moment to consider his words before he speaks again, perhaps for the first time in his career.

BOSTON: “Just got some news.”

Amber doesn’t so much as look in his direction as she continues taping.

BOSTON: “We’re a team now.”

As he looked at Amber with a countenance full of mixed emotion, he stated it as bluntly as if he hadn’t thought twice about how to break it to his once old, now new partner. The two of them hadn’t exactly been on the best of terms over the last several weeks, and quite frankly, despite the feelings that he had harbored for Amber since their team disbanded a couple of years prior, Boston wasn’t sure how to feel about it all, either. He hadn’t been exactly healthy- well, ever, but especially not since Ryan rejected him.

BOSTON: “Like, a team-team. Not like, you know, just for tonight. Like, we’re part of the tag division now. So, you know, it’s whatever, I guess. We just need a name and theme music and-”

Ryan finally looks up from her tape job, fire in her eyes.

RYAN:: “Slow down there, turbo.”

Boston sits down on the bench and holds his free hand up as if to request permission to continue.

BOSTON: “It could be alright. We kicked ass in New Mexico. We were fuckin’ tag team champions before, and we managed that while either drunk or battling a hangover. You might still drink, but I don’t anymore, and I’ve been pretty solid since I came back. I lost last week, but that was because of a fuckin’ chair, y’know, not because-”

Her facial expression models that of a person becoming increasingly incensed, Amber returns the hand gesture Boston had just offered, cutting him off.

RYAN: “What in fuck-all are you talking about?”

Boston continues rambling, misunderstanding what it was that Amber was questioning.

BOSTON: “I’m talking about theme music, team name, all that. We could use our old stuff, but maybe it’d be better if we had a fresh start, I don’t know. Here, listen to this.”

A quick swipe and a few taps on his phone precede the sound of Infa-Red’s voice, as “All the Way Up” plays from his phone. Boston mouths the words with emphasis.

BOSTON: “NOTHING CAN STOP ME, I’M ALL THE WAY UP!”

He looks at Amber with slight expectation. She looks at him with equal parts bewilderment and familiarity. She knew Boston didn’t quite get the essence of her question, as that was a regular occurrence when it came to their conversations, but even with that in consideration, it didn’t alleviate her confusion.

BOSTON: “Theme music. Walkout music. Whatever. I’m like a high-flyer, y’know? All the way up? I don’t know how it relates to you, yet, but we can figure that out. Maybe the Distorted Angel thing?”

Amber slaps her hands together with frustrated vigor.

RYAN: “Not whatever that…music..is…Boston. I’m not…I’m not worried about.”

She trails off for a moment as she clasps her hands together and brings them to her lips, her brow as or more furrowed as it had been since the last time she interacted with her former tag partner. Boston looks at her with a hint of guilt as well as frustration of his own, as he knew that that’s not what she was inquiring about.

RYAN: “What’s this nonsense about being a team?”

He grits his teeth a bit inside of his suddenly clenched jaw. His eyes slowly fall away from his rediscovered tag partner, as they crept toward the pipe on the bench next to him. His nostrils flare a touch before he made a conscious effort to disguise his agitation at her tone and general attitude toward the scenario he had just laid out before her.

BOSTON: “That’s the word on the street, Amber. That’s what they told me.”

RYAN: “They? Who the fuck is they?”

BOSTON: “A couple of suits, or whatever. I don’t know anyone’s fuckin’ names around here. I would imagine it came from Wallace.”

With a deep breath, Amber concedes.

RYAN: “You know what- fuck it. Whatever. Lets get this match out of the way and then we can discuss this… whatever this is.”

Boston grabs the pipe from off of its perch before he heads toward the door.

BOSTON: “Great. I’m psyched about it, too, darl.”

He quickly taps the metal rod against the wall a couple of times before he exits.

BOSTON: “You know what we need. We need to do an interview- teams do that, and we’re a team. Where do you find an interview person around here?.”

Boston rushes off, clearly determined to get some interview time with whichever unfortunate wandering mic holder he can find while Amber, realizing she’s pretty much stuck with him for now, resignedly sighs and wanders off after him before he can cause too much mischief. The scene fades as Adrenaline moves on.

UNDERCARD
GAVIN GRIMES VS. NURSE KINSLEY

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

The opening beat to “Throne” begins to blare over the PA system and flashing white lights illuminate the arena, going along with the beat of the song and it causes the fans to cheer.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first!”

Gavin Grimes is now standing at the top of the entrance way, a black hoodie on with the hoodie up on his head, while also wearing a pair of black jeans, black gloves with the finger tips cut off and a pair of white high-top Jordan’s. Gavin’s has his hands crossed as he looks down at the ground under him, his head nodding up and down to the beat of the music.

“Remember the moment you left me alone and

Broke every promise you ever made

I was an ocean, lost in the open

Nothing could take the pain away

So you can throw me to the wolves

Tomorrow I will come back

Leader of the whole pack

Beat me black and blue

Every wound will shape me

Every scar will build my

THRONE”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring… Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds… GAVIN GGRRIIMMEESS!!!”

As the word throne begins to blare over the PA system, Gavin pulls off the hoodie from his head and begins to walk confidently down the ramp. Once he makes it to the ring, Gavin slides through the ropes. Gavin now takes off his pullover jacket and throws it into the crowd and it now reveals that he was wearing a white tank top under the pullover. Gavin then walks up to the ropes and stands up on the bottom rope while raising up one hand to the crowd as they cheer him on.

POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

The lights dim, with rare flashes of red, as “Your Weakness Gives Me Life” by Le Butcherettes begins to play. Nurse Kinsley drags herself down the entry ramp, stumbling and staring off into space. Occasionally she stops, looking out into the crowd with a head tilt or a focused gaze, but then continues wandering toward the ring with no incident.

POWERS: ”Making her way to the ring, from Shaker Heights, Ohio… NURSE KKIINNSSLLEEYY!!!”

Kinsley slides beneath the bottom rope, crawling toward the nearest turnbuckle. She slumps into the corner, eyes wide and wandering, her expression vacant. She sits like this for several seconds before grabbing the middle ropes and hoisting herself to her feet.

VASSA: ”Coming up we have Nurse Kinsley taking on Jett Wil–“

JOHNSON: ”No, that is Gavin Grimes. We went over this two weeks ago.”

VASSA: ”Well I’ll be damned.”

JOHNSON: ”Mike Powers even introduced him as Gavin Grimes. Were you even paying attention?”

VASSA: ”You want me to bullshit you or shoot you straight here?”

JOHNSON: ”Really?”

VASSA: ”Yes, really. As a matter of fact I was paying attention. I’m always paying attention, Steve. If I wasn’t how would I know that both of these wrestlers here tonight need a win after coming off tough losses at the last Adrenaline?”

JOHNSON: ”Hold up folks, it’s a miracle! Vinny has actually paid attention to something other than that cup of bourbon always sitting in front of him.”

VASSA: ”You can’t even see through this cup. I’ll have you know, it’s vodka tonight thank you very much.”

JOHNSON: ”But yes, you are correct Vin. Two weeks ago Gavin Grimes made his official 4CW in-ring debut against Andre Holmes. Things didn’t quite work out in his favor that night, but he does have the opportunity to get on the right track here tonight against Nurse Kinsley.”

VASSA: ”She can be my nurse anytime! Or maybe I could be hers? She is coming off a brutal loss two weeks ago to Aidan Carlisle in a triple threat match that also featured Amber Ryan. Those girls beat the shit out of one another. Kinsley may be an experienced deathmatch wrestler, but I don’t care how experienced anyone is. That shit takes a toll on you and she went through some pretty nasty things in that triple threat match.”

JOHNSON: ”Tonight’s contest will be held under standard rules, which being more than just a ‘hardcore’ wrestler is something that Nurse Kinsley has made clear she wants to do.”

VASSA: ”She can drop the ‘hardcore’ inside of the ring all she wants too. I’m more interested in the ‘hardcore’ outside of the ring, if you catch my drift.”

JOHNSON: ”With all of these celebrities in the news for harassment, you’d think you would watch what you say in regards to women. Especially those women also contracted by 4CW, the same company that you are contracted by.”

VASSA: ”What the fuck! Why are you putting me on blast like that? I haven’t done anything!”

DING!!! DING!!!

As Johnson and Vassa carried on, the match began at the sound of the bell. Kinsley darted across the ring, headed straight for Gavin as he stood in the corner. He wasn’t unaware of her though, no, he saw her coming and he held his position. Leaping into the air, Kinsley flew at him ,closing in foot by foot until Gavin rolled to the mat and out of the way. Kinsley, she landed both feet on the middle ropes of the corner and looked over her shoulder. As Gavin stood to his feet, she leaped away from the corner, twisting through the air until facing him at the exact moment she wiped him out with a crossbody.

Fast as lightning, she hit him with a left and a right to the face before popping back to her feet. Kicking him in the ribs as he was down, she rolled him over to his back. Hooking her legs with his, she then jumped up, lifting his legs before slamming them back down to the mat with a double leg stomp. With her legs still hooked with Gavin’s, she leaned over and grabbed his arms, pulling them behind him. She then rolled back to a seated position, pulling Gavin up and locking him in a Romero stretch.

JOHNSON: ”Nurse Kinsley isn’t wasting any time tonight, is she?”

VASSA: ”She surely isn’t. At the sound of the bell she erupted from her corner like a bat out of hell.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m surprised you even noticed to be honest.”

After about a minute of cranking down with that move, Nurse Kinsley eased up before allowing Gavin to fall forward, smacking his face against the canvas. She stood to her feet and pulled Gavin up as well, throwing him into the nearby corner. Climbing to the middle ropes while over Gavin, she began to rain down on him with rapid punches as the crowd counted along with each landing one.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Se–“

Before she could land the seventh punch, Gavin threw both of his arms into the air, blocking her from being able to hit him again. He then pocked onto her head and forced himself away from the corner as he stepped forward, holding Kinsley up. Dropping down to the mat, he hit her with a sit-out jawbreaker! Her chin bounced off the top of his head as her head and body whipped around to the side. She didn’t go down, but the impact of the move left her a little off balance as she walked away in the opposite direction. Pushing himself up, Gavin then ran in her direction, running past her before hitting the ropes in front. Coming off the rebound, he leaped forward, ringing her bell with a flying slothesline.

Gavin managed to land on his feet after connecting with the clothesline. Kinsley on the other hand, she hit the mat hard but nearly bounced right back up as she raised to her knees. Running to the adjacent ropes, Gavin hit them harder than before and as he came back, he jumped legs first, wrapping both around her head before pulling it down and driving it into the canvas with a hurricanrana driver. Rolling her over to her stomach, Gavin then mad the cover as the official raced from across the ring with the count.

ONE

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Kinsley kicked out before the officials hand could slap the mat a second time. Gavin pushed himself up, circling Kinsley for a short moment before pulling her up. Locking an arm around her head, he grabbed the side of her waistband before lifting her up and dropping her instantly with a snap suplex. Turning to the ropes again, Gavin hit them but this time he rolled forward on the mat before coming up to his feet and leaping into the air with a front flip, landing across Kinsley’s body with a rolling thunder!

He rolled off of her body and up to his feet in a fluid motion before continuing forward to the corner not far away. Climbing up to the top, he turned to face the inside of the ring, standing tall and raising his hands up and down, over and over hyping up the crowd. He then jumped from the corner, flipping forward and as he came down with the 450 splash, he ate nothing but canvas as Kinsley rolled out of the way at the last split second.

She quickly pushed herself up as Gavin remained down, feeling the effects from that missed splash from great heights. She hopped over his body and then leaped forward, planting both feet onto the middle rope and springboarding off. Rotating her body in mid air, she landed a leg drop across the back of Gavin’s head, smashing his face even further into the canvas. Knowing that Gavin was in some pain from the crash landing followed up with leaving an imprint of his face in the canvas, Kinsley rolled him over to his back and quickly made the cover.

ONE

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TW–

VASSA: ”TW–“

JOHNSON: ”And Gavin gets a shoulder up!”

VASSA: ”These two are working so fast I’m over here getting out of breath just watching.”

JOHNSON: ”I thought I heard you breathing a little heavy over there.”

VASSA: ”Shut up Steve! It’s this new headset I got. It picks up every little sound and makes it sound one hundred times louder.”

JOHNSON: ”Crazy how it didn’t do that just now when you said that.”

VASSA: ”I turned down the volume!”

She pulls Gavin up to his feet before whipping him to the corner as hard as she can. As Gavin crashes against the corner, Kinsley is right behind him, charging straight ahead. Dropping down hands first, she plants them into the mat before elevating her legs into the air. She pushes herself up with a handspring, twists her body and connects with an enzuigiri to Gavin while going over the top rope and landing down onto the apron in the process. Gavin stumbles away from the corner but still on his feet as Kinsley pulls herself up to her feet using the rope.

She climbs the corner but Gavin catches a glimpse in the corner of his eye. Rushing to the ropes, he lunges forward, slamming both arms down onto the top rope and causing her to lose her balance and fall to a seated position on the top of the corner. She doesn’t stay up for long before she tips forward, falling over to the mat in front of the corner. Gavin grabs ahold of her, pulling her up but out of nowhere, Kinsley slams him down face first into the middle turnbuckle with a reverse STO.

Gavin’s arms drape over the middle ropes of the corner as Kinsley rolls underneath the ropes and to the apron. She drops down to the floor as the official begins his ten count.

“One!”

Walking over to the corner, she grabs each of Gavin’s arms that are draped over the middle ropes.

“Two!”

She then pulls them as hard as she can, pulling his upper body through the ropes and smashing his shoulder against the ring post.

“Three!”

Rolling back into the ring, she ends the officials ten count. Grabbing his legs, she pulls his entire body back into the ring before rolling him over to his back and making the cover.

ONE

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TWO

Gavin kicks out at the two, causing Kinsley to rage as she remains on top of him. Swinging down onto his violently, she hits him with lefts and rights to the head and body. She then gets up to her feet and begins kicking him rapidly in the ribs until eventually rolling him out onto the apron. Gavin drops down to the floor, looking down and not paying attention as Kinsley rushes to the ropes on the other side of the ring. When she comes back, she slides feet first underneath the bottom rope, wrapping her legs around Gavin’s head and then taking him down to the floor with a baseball slide headscissors. Again, the official begins his two count.

“One! … Two!”

Although Gavin took the majority of impact from the move, Kinsley felt some of its effects as well. Side by side, the two slowly pushed themselves up.

“Three! … Four!”

She stood first, lunging at Gavin but getting hit with an elbow shot to the stomach instead. Grabbing her by the head, he pulled her away from the ring before throwing her forward and rolling her into the ringside barricade.

“Five! … Six!”

Pulling her up from the floor, Gavin then dragged her back towards the ring and rolled her into it. He then followed himself, ending the ten count as both wrestlers were now back into the ring. Kinsley had rolled a few feet away from the ropes. Gavin slowly approached her. He was cautious, but not cautious enough as Kinsley had a trick up her sleeve. With him in range, he did a kip up, wrapping her legs around Gavin’s head unexpectedly and flipping him over to his back with a head scissors.

Gavin rolled across the ring before stopping in an upright seated position. Kinsley, she popped up, raced across in his direction and hit him with a running kick to the lower back. The sound of her boot smacking his skin echoed throughout the entire building. She pulled him up from behind but she wasn’t the only one with moves out of nowhere. Gavin had one of his own as he reached up and pulled her over his shoulder, rolling her to her back with a snapmare. Gavin followed the move up with two back to back forearm shots to the back of her head.

He stood tall, and then pulled her up as well. Spinning her around, he kicked his in the stomach and then latched onto her arm. Pulling her in, he whipped her across the ring and to the corner. At least that’s what he had planned. Kinsley saw things differently and before he could release her, she reversed the throw and sent him charging directly for the corner. She followed behind him and as he slammed against the corner, she leaped forward. This was a familiar sight, in fact this is how the match had began. Quick on his feet, Gavin jumped out of the way. Kinsley’s feet landed on the middle ropes again but this time Gavin was expecting her to jump off in his direction. She did just that and stopping her in mid air, he hit her with a dropkick in the stomach. She fell to the mat on all fours and as she pushed herself up to her knees, Gavin swept in, connecting that a brain rattling superkick that put her flat on her back!

VASSA: ”OOOHHHHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”There’s the Sac-Town Kick!”

VASSA: ”He didn’t kick her in the sack though. I don’t get it.”

JOHNSON: ”Jesus Christ Vinny, I swear.”

VASSA: ”WHAT?!?!”

Gavin immediately climbed to his feet. With Kinsley down, he began to taunt her, even leaning over and trash talking her to her face. He then grabbed her by the head and pulled her up to her feet. Locking his arm around her head with a headlock, he then kicked his foot forward and swung it back, using the momentum to fall forward and plant Kinsley’s head into the canvas with a headlock driver!

JOHNSON: ”The Crowning!”

VASSA: ”More like the beheading!”

JOHNSON: ”Call it what you will, but Gavin has put her down and he’s going for the cover.”

After rolling her over to her back, Gavin lays across her body and not far behind, the official slides in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Gavin Grimes wins it!”

JOHNSON: ”He did but not without a fight from Nurse Kinsley who has proven she can wrestle outside of the ‘hardcore’ realm here tonight.”

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

“Throne” hit the speakers as Gavin stood to his feet. Stepping in beside him as he celebrates, the official raises Gavin’s arm into the air, officially declaring him the winner.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, GAVIN GGRRIIMMEESS!!!”

Fading onto the screen:

STORM: ”This is it.”

The voice belonged to Your Hero and Mine.

Already dressed in his ring gear and his signature smirk upon his lip, Storm bounces on the spot and winks at the camera, allowing a grin to take over his arrogant smirk. He bounces in front of an 4CW logo’d backdrop and by his side is his ‘agent’ of sorts, he refuses to call him a manager – Gregory Murphy – who’s typing away at his phone probably sorting out all types of appearances Storm can make elsewhere.

STORM: ”This is our moment.”

He points to the camera, nodding his head.

STORM: ”The moment we’ve all been waiting for! The long awaited debut of Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm.”

You can tell he likes the sound of that by the look in his eyes as he pauses and looks into blank space, nodding his head approvingly before turning his attention back to the camera. He clasps his hands, licks his lips and continues.

STORM: ”Alexis, you call this place your ‘home’ — your ‘slaughterhouse’ and I get it. You’ve been here a long time and rattled the cage a little, beat some guys up and now you’re callin’ it your slaughterhouse. Except, that’s what you think and only you. You see to everyone else, you’re just another supporting cast member who comes every other week to make the main cast look good. You chip in, donate a couple pints of blood to paint the canvas red but that’s all it is. Y’see, I’m not here to be no supporting cast member, I’m here to be the one – the main event – the battery to this already well functioned promotion. You rattle cages, I wanna break into em and fuck some shit up – can I say that?”

Storm turns to Murphy who lifts his head from his phone, shrugging his shoulders.

MURPHY: ”Yeah, I’m pretty sure they say whatever the fuck they want around here.”

He chuckled, turning back to the camera and continuing.

STORM: ”But Alexis, despite the ill-words with exchanged over the course of the last two weeks, I want you to know that this is nothing personal. I want you to know that I don’t hate you. I never have because I’ve never had a reason to. You are, by all means, one of the best at what you do. But like I’ve been saying since ‘2015, your best won’t be enough to beat me! The odds are already against you and I’ve been here a minute. And we all know that as soon as it gets a little tricky for Alexis Mercer, she cracks under the pressure. Tonight, will be no different.”

Clearing his throat, he takes a moment to recuperate, begin to pace around the small environment he finds himself in.

STORM: ”And to everyone else who wants to kick me to the curb, shove my teeth down the back of my throat and make sure that my tenure here is a short and unsuccessful one, I’ve got a message for you. You can kick me all you want, punch me as hard as you physically can, torture me to a state where I’m unrecognizable. You can do all this! But it won’t put me down. You know the old saying… heroes, never die and it’s the same when it comes to Your Hero and Mine.”

And with that said, the scene fades to black.

The crowd is buzzing as we get back to ringside, but it doesn’t take them long to get loud as “Starboy” the Stranger Things remix hits and out comes Bronx Valescence on stage. He peels the title off of his waist and holds it up with one hand as he stares into the ring with a nod. He hasn’t got his ring gear on yet, just a pair of jeans, and he’s also wearing a 4CW t-shirt as well. He tosses the title over his shoulder and begins to walk towards the ring, he gets onto the apron, wipes his feet and then steps through and poses on each turnbuckle before he pulls a microphone out of the pocket of his jeans.

VALESCENCE: ”You know… a lot of folks have been buzzing about this week. The tag match itself is rather interesting now. But it’s the first time you’ll see Ana Hayden across from Bronx Valescence since our match back last year when Ana beat me. Now, you know me. I hate giving people history lessons like half of the people on this roster. We all know how that match went. But the thing is, you can’t focus on Ana vs Bronx because of a particular former “butcher” who has a way of trying to act tough, but just getting butt-hurt at the same time.”

He smirks, talking about Dakota Smith.

VALESCENCE: ”You guys know who I am talking about. The same dude who wants people to fear him, but got a bad case of the Twitter fingers—and not only that he has a date in his bio like a middler schooler that has a crush. I remember people doing that shit on MSN messenger when I was 12, I’m sure you guys do too. But I am here to tell you that this isn’t about Viduus and Dakota… all eyes are on Ana and Bronx. As they should be. People have this misconception about wrestling that just because Ana and I lost last week, and one of us is going to lose this week that it doesn’t mean the match is going to mean as much. To that I laugh.”

And so he gives a little “ha” and nods as the crowd cheers for Ana versus Bronx.

VALESCENCE: ”Keep an eye on Dakota after tonight, and keep an eye on Ana. No matter what happens, this match won’t make Ana’s career, but guess what? If lover boy wins? He will go on social media and brag about how he got a win over the champ, because that’s how far he’s fallen. And that’s why Ana and I stand atop this company while he is hiding behind that skank, Tara Davidson’s skirt. Win or lose, you guys now the drill for me. Nothing ever changes… but nothing.. we show you how drastically the 4CW landscape has changed… and Retro Grade just keeps… inching… closer. Dakota, enjoy tonight, because it’ll be the last time you sniff relevancy you big dumb bitch.”

Bronx blows a kiss to the hard camera as he gets out of the ring and heads back up the ramp after slapping hands with some fans on the way.

A loud frustrated scream fills the hallways and no, it is not from someone getting filled up eitherrrrr if you know what i mean *wink wink*. That magniiiiiiificent forehead is seen first because, how on earth can any of us miss it, as Phoenix Quagliaterre is air locked tight into an argument with Dr. Antonia Patton. Dr. Patton appears to be trying to calm Phoenix down with surrendering hands but to no avail as Phoenix goes clean off.

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”LOOK HERE, I will NOT allow you to be seeing that one guy who needs to be giving me my divorce. Do you know how much that will set me back in treatment if I know that he has talked you into being HIS therapist??? This is nothing but him trying to goad me into flipping out or just try to get inside my skin in some kind of fashion since he’s been locked out of the gateways of the utopia Arowana. “

PATTON: ”Phoenix….”

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”ALLLLLL the degrees you have and you can’t tell when someone is pulling a fast one on you??? What’s next, you accidentally spilling anything we’ve discussed in private and breaching the client *claps* confidentiality?? Should I be worried, huh??? Should I… continue to trust you??? WHAT’S THAT, OHHH, A KNIFE IN MY BACK!”

PATTON: ”PHOE-NIX”

Dr. Patton says but this time more sternly to let Phoenix know she really needed to calm down and hear her out.

PATTON: ”Your paranoia is sailing new heights tonight. I assure you that I am not looking to have coffee with your estranged husband nor am I willing to disclose to him everything that was said to be in both private and in confidence. While I have publicly stated that my door is open for any and everyone in 4CW who wants to step in just for things as minor as wanting me to lend a listening ear, whatever ploy you believe Alessandro to have up his sleeve regarding our private sessions, you have nothing to worry about.”

She stares at the confused and glaring Phoenix who seems to be taking all of this in as well as wondering if she in fact shouldn’t be worried about Alessandro trying to pull a fast one.

PATTON: ”If Alessandro is seeking my help or wanting to come to me just to lay his problems out on the table, I will not turn him away. But I have been doing this for a long time, Phoenix. And never have I slipped up with saying something outside of my office that a client had told me in confidence. I just feel you need to… reeee-laaaaaax…. and breatheeee.”

Dr. Patton says to Phoenix, trying to get the paranoid Firebird to do the breathing techniques she often has her do whenever she gets too beside herself. Phoenix begins to and actually starts to calm down a bit to the relief of Dr. Patton.

PATTON: ”Now…. you are obviously still a bit upset from today’s session and instead of working it out of your system in the right way, you are trying to go off like a bomb. I understand Alessandro being interested in me helping him was sort of a trigger for you but we BOTH know that isn’t even anywhere high on the list with the things that have been stressing you out the most lately. I have dinner reservations tonight and if you are staying in the city for an extra day, perhaps…. we can fit you in to see me tomorrow if it is much needed-“

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”No..”

A soft sigh escapes from Phoenix’s pouty lips as she gives a slight shake of her head once more.

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”I shall be fine… Ima just jet back home tonight after this, it’s way too much going on right now and I just want to be in the comfort of my home right now. I’ll try to survive the rest of the week… but if things don’t get any better then I’ll just book you up all week next week… OOPS, well HALF of next week. I got some business I need to take care of in Japan mid week… so um we can do Monday and then Friday.”

PATTON: ”And if things do not get better next week and Alessandro gets the children next weekend, can you commit to giving me majority of your weekend if extra time with me is needed?”

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”You’re over here talking about I should be giving you my weekend when I NEED to be giving it up on the daily to someone but you don’t care about that! I HAVE NEEDS, OKAY??? With so many people, LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND, putting FATWAS on my sex life and love life, I have NO STRESS RELIEVERS right now!”

PATTON: ”I believe everyone is just worried as well as looking out for your best interest. Perry has stated a great many of times that your exes were all out for self and did not genuinely care for you… except for Alessandro. He is definitely worried that you may backtrack to your last ex and I told him that I can not tell you what you can or can not do regarding you trying to re-establish your love life. But I do appreciate him trying to look out for you and I do encourage him to do so. Now… I want you to try to have a more relaxing night and understand that if Alessandro wants someone to talk to, I have to give him a listening ear.”

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”And what the FUCK does he NEED to talk to you about??? How not to sniff airplane glue through a goddamn bag or to remind him that no MATTER how many times he tries, he can NOT burn water?!”

PATTON: ”Calm down, this is a family friendly-“

“THE SUPERIOR” QUAGLIATERRE: ”FAMILY FRIENDLY MY ASS, YOU BETTER NOT TELL THAT ATTENTION WHORING-FOREHEAD BIT STEALING-LAND BEFORE TIME LOOKING COCKLOCKE A GODDAMN THING!”

And with glaring emerald eyes, Phoenix spins around on her six inch Givenchy heels and storms down the hallway while Dr. Patton watches on, sighing heavily at that temperamental client.

Backstage, it seems Gabriel Hartman has been somewhat bailed up be a very enthusiastic Boston practically bouncing on the spot with excitement, in his moments of rest a glimpse of his rather less than impressed tag team partner Amber Ryan can be caught.

HARTMAN:”Joining me backstage-”

BOSTON: ”Nope. Start again. We need something more- this is big, don’t you see? The beginning of something tremendous. Gotta live up to the occasion.”

Hartman starts in again, but fails to get a word out before Boston interrupts for a second time.

BOSTON: “I’ll just do it. So tonight, we have 4CW’s newest tag team, Boston- me, whatever- and Amber Ryan- her, behind me- taking on The Sadboiz. Or, just Sadboiz. Do they use the, “the?” It doesn’t matter. Anyway, we’re gonna be wrestling Bryan Williams and Persephone Marquis tonight, and it’s gonna be awesome. The world has been waiting for Amber and I to finally connect again- or, at least, people in New Mexico…or parts of New Mexico have been. And we’re-”

Rolling her eyes hard enough to be audible, Amber cuts across in an effort to get a word in while Bosotn takes a breath.

RYAN: ”No one wants to see it. Seriously, cool your jets before you pop a vein kiddo… What he’s trying to say is-

Boston chimes in again.

BOSTON: “We’re…I don’t know, I think I already said it was gonna be awesome. We’re going to win, or we’re going to give it hell trying. I got cheated out of a win last week against Williams and I fucking cannot let that happen again. There’s been some harsh words thrown around the last couple of weeks, but I think Amber and I will prove that we’re the better team-”

RYAN: “Not that it’s exactly difficult at this point-

BOSTON: “At all. It’s not difficult at all.”

Boston looks to Amber, knowing he’s cut her off again. He nods and steps an inch to the side.

RYAN: “Oh, you’re done? Good. Look I’ll make this real blunt… If the SadBoiz wanna make a mockery of the tag team division, that’s their thing. That’s their bit, and fuck they’re probably good at it if that’s your thing.”

As Ryan continues, Boston becomes fascinated with the back of her head. So much so that he distractedly reaches out and touches a couple of strands, unbeknownst to Amber.

RYAN: ”What people seem to forget though is there are still people in this company who care about wins and losses in whatever division they find themselves in rather than the amount of social media likes they can extort. There are those who believe in more than just talking for the sake of it…”

Boston continues to be transfixed with red hair. He doesn’t even appear to be listening.

RYAN: ”When it comes down to it- we have the tag experience, we have previous tag gold under our belts… Ain’t our fault if all they’ve got is each others hands. Bell rings… SadBoiz are going to get expectations real high and disappoint again- as for us? Well, it’s not like we can go much lower, can we…”

He’s been caught. He yanks his hand back, almost as if he didn’t know what he had just been doing.

BOSTON: “You had something in your hair. It was a bug. I got it, though.”

RYAN: ”You’re fucked… You know that?”

BOSTON: “It was a fucking bug! Christ. I’m not fucked, you’re fucked. Whatever, I’m a little fucked, but so are you.”

Releasing a frustrated sigh, Amber stalks off murmuring something about Boston being a fucking moron under her breath, Boston looks to Hartman who still appears a little shell shocked by the whole thing with a shrug before taking off after her.

BOSTON: ”I’m telling you there was a bug! It was huge. You’re fuckin’ welcome.!”

With that, the feed cuts back to ringside.

The cameras open backstage to Anastasia Hayden arriving earlier in the evening. She’s dressed in jeans and a leather jacket with a grey hoodie underneath. Ana takes off her sunglasses as she acknowledges the camera crew and rolls along with it, annoyed by their early presence. She sighs before speaking.

HAYDEN: “Let’s get fucking to it then. Another week, another chance for the great and mighty Bronx Valescence to take another loss, brush it off, and act like it doesn’t bother him. I thought he was quick to take action after just one loss, but what happens with two? What happens when I go out there tonight and beat him and Viduus? Will that frail ego of Bronx’s hold up?”

She pauses and glares into the camera, not really searching for an answer as she just shrugs her shoulders.

HAYDEN: “But then again, who cares? It’s the same story with Bronx. Nothing…fucking…changes with him. He wins? The parade starts marching in the street and all his little cronies rush out to celebrate with him. They’re so desperate to be part of something great they have to latch onto Bronx. But like when he lost to Jair, we’ll hear silence from them. Silence as Bronx rushes to Twitter after our match to say ‘Hey Ana and Dakota, great match! I’ll get you next time! Onto the next one!’ Because he’s the same man. Always.”

Ana shoots another annoyed glance at the camera before walking again.

HAYDEN: “Now that he’s got Viduus with him, he’s got someone to blame. I’d almost say I’m sorry that you have to be his scapegoat, but I don’t really care. You know what you’re getting yourself into with Bronx. It’s a story as old as time itself. And given your spooky nature, Viduus, I’m shocked you didn’t have some sixth sense to be aware of this. But I guess your type are all frauds to begin with.”

A small laugh escapes from Ana.

HAYDEN: “Which I suppose that’s why you and Dakota are such kindred spirits. It’s a cute little story you two have going on and who am I to disrupt that? So I think that’s a fair trade. You stay out of my way, Viduus, and I’ll stay out of yours. You want to sacrifice Dakota to whatever demon you believe in? Go for it. I honestly don’t mind. But do yourself a favor and resist trying to help out Bronx.”

A simple nod and glance at the camera.

HAYDEN: “Because when the heat picks up and things start getting difficult in our match, he’s going to throw you right into the front line like cannon fodder and I’ll be there to clean up the scraps. That’s my job. I’m always here to pick up the pieces after Bronx drops the ball. Unfortunately for you, Viduus, that means beating you down into a bloody pulp. Thankfully, you’re used to that, but I’m not the soccer moms that usually beat you up.”

She lets out another chuckle before pausing just shy of the locker room door and centering herself in the frame.

HAYDEN: “No, I’m Anastasia Hayden, the number one contender to the 4CW Championship. I’m the one who is going to be in the main event of Retrograde, the one who will be ripping Bronx down from those ivory towers he’s found himself seated in. Your goal may be to kill Dakota, Viduus, that’s great. Mine is no different. I’ve been put on this Earth to seemingly kill the ego of Bronx Valescence. And that starts again tonight in this tag match.”

Pointing down at the ground beneath her, Ana sets the mark for the night.

HAYDEN: “I had a slip up against Cyrus, but I’ll promise you that isn’t happening again tonight. I don’t care if I have to drag Dakota through Hell and back…I’m coming for you, Bronx. I’m coming to destroy everything you stand for. This is just a skirmish in the grand scheme of things, but don’t think I won’t be giving it my all. I’ll tear right through Viduus to get to you.”

Ana nods again, knowing just how important this bout with Bronx is.

HAYDEN: “I suppose this is the part where I say I hope that Dakota can hold his own and that we’ll win together, but honestly? Dakota Smith can get fucked. If he gets in my way, I’ve got no issue taking him down too. We know who the real stars in this match are. We know who the main eventers are. So come on, Bronx, don’t hide behind Viduus tonight. He never stood a chance to begin with. Show me what you’ve got. Let’s put on that match of the night you so desperately crave and let’s see if you’re ready for Retrograde.”

Her eyes narrow and she turns, pushing open the locker room door, and turning back toward the camera.

HAYDEN: “Because I’m ready. I’m ready for tonight. I’m ready to carry this company for the rest of 2018. I’m always fucking ready. Are you, Bronx?”

There’s a silent glare for a few seconds before Ana smirks and closes the locker room door before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena.

UNDERCARD
ALEXIS MERCER VS. MARK STORM

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentleman, The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

VASSA: ”It’s time for you all’s hero to make his appearance against Alexis Mercer tonight and not sure how I feel about this”

JOHNSON: ”You mean everyone’s hero, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Definitely not my hero.”

“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: ”From Salem, New York, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is the ‘Anti-Starlet’, ALEXIS MMEERRCCEERR!!!”

JOHNSON: ”And Alexis is the first to arrive, ready for action and looking to back up everything she’s said about her opponent tonight.”

VASSA: ”Let’s not forget her talking about tasting like candy earlier, not quite sure what she was hinting at there but i really dont think Mark or anyone else is interested in sour punch straws.”

JOHNSON: ”I dont believe Alexis has any plans on giving Mark candy tonight, she seems to be in destruction mode.”

VASSA: ”I meant that nobody is traveling south for some sour…. just forget it, Stevie.”

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.

“Short Change Hero” by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words;

Mark Storm emerges from the mist of smoke, chewing gum calmly as he takes off his shades and stares down at the ring. He can’t help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the jeers of the audience.

POWERS: ”From New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in a two hundred and twenty pounds – Your Hero, and Mine.. MARK SSTTOORRMM!!!”

“This ain’t no place for no hero.

This ain’t no place for no better man.

This ain’t no place for no hero

To call “home.”

JOHNSON: ”Alot of Mark Storm fans seem to be in the building tonight.”

VASSA: ”They ALL are his fans if you let him tell it.”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t be like that, Vinny, this man here actually had the heart to sign to this company and I want to see how he fares tonight against Alexis.”

VASSA: ”On one hand, we have Alexis who probably steals blood pouches from hospitals and pretends she actually has ‘victims’. On the other, Mark looks like he’d get lost in a wardrobe and end up in Narnia. So take your pick, lackluster or uninteresting?”

At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He’s grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the boo’s and cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring.

Walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing. Alexis keeps her eyes on him, really wanting to show merit behind her words directed at him and wanting to win tonight. But Mark has other plans that doesn’t involve him getting on over him and he shows that once the bell rings for the match to finally begin.

DING!!! DING!!!

Mark hits Alexis so hard in the face that you can only imagine that when he said ‘this is our moment’ earlier, he clearly meant putting the whoop ass on Alexis and cementing himself as a solid wrestler in the Corners Four. That high kick to the chest from Mark to Alexis seemed to snap her out of it and tried to fight back but Mark was on a roll and Alexis either needed to back up all her words or get her ass kicked like a rag doll all over this ring. Alexis finally causes Mark to chill out with a spinning heel kick and grabs a hold of him for a snap DDT, bouncing to her feet with confidence in her eyes.

VASSA: ”I’m trying to see if Alexis is actually better than Mark like she claims to be. You know these big claims she likes to make until she gets shut up and put down.”

JOHNSON: ”She is holding her own so far in the match, don’t try to discredit that. Nice cradle piledriver from Alexis and she seems to be trying to find a weak spot to help take complete advantage. She’s working on his legs, trying to injure a limb that’ll be his downfall and making it easier for her to secure the victory.”

VASSA: ”If that’s what you want to call it, seems like she’s just out here grasping for straws to me.”

Mark manages to roll away on the mat from Alexis’ stomps to his right leg and grabs onto the ropes to pull himself quickly to his feet. Alexis takes off towards him like a bat out of hell and is knocked to the ground like a hooker being punished by her angry pimp with a stinging open palm strike from the ready Mark. He gets his hands on Alexis’ leg and decides on the left one, locking in the boston crab as Alexis tries to wiggle around like a Spongebob on land without his water filled helmet. This draws a half smile from Mark as he applies pressure while Alexis drags her body across the ring and stretches out for the ropes since she’s unable to break the hold herself. Her hand falls on the bottom rope and she begins tugging on it as if the referee can’t see it from where he’s at. Mark lets go of her leg and smiles that half smile again, looking down at Alexis to let her know that he also has no issues trying to injure her legs tonight either.

Alexis feels a bit outsmarted and it enrages her, especially when Mark won’t wipe that smile off of his face. She flips him the bird before sprinting towards him and dropkicking him in the chest, immediately getting back onto her feet. She looks around before she heads for the turnbuckle, glaring at Mark from high above and ready to take to the air while Mark is holding his chest on the mat. She waits for him to rise to his feet before she’s off into the air and confident in her diving hurricanrana…. that Mark puts a stop to when he surprises her by catching her. Alexis’ eyes widen as Mark slams her into the turnbuckle and the audience reacts how hard Alexis’ back drives into the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: ”Mark Storm making an impact tonight and seeming to make Alexis into a perfect example of what he hopes to achieve at 4CW. The main event and our company’s battery, such strong goals he’s set already and he looks to be trying to at least take that first step forward if he can pull off a successful debut tonight.”

VASSA: ”Let’s see if he can even last here long enough. He’s fighting Alexis Mercer, for heavens sake. She’s the welcome wagon but definitely no where NEAR someone who can actually put fear in Mark Storm’s heart. I’ll give him a week… TWO max.”

JOHNSON: ”Do you believe Mark doesn’t have a strong enough heart to withstand anything that anyone brings against him?”

VASSA: ”Shiiiiiiit, send him to Octane. I bet Laughlin will have him backpacking out of here and to one of these sissyfied companies.”

Alexis may be slightly injured and hobbling around holding her back like a hunchback but she REFUUUUUSEEEEEEES to lose to yall hero, okay??? She slowly side steps around in the ring to keep her distance from Mark while she tries to buy herself time in hopes that the pain subsides a bit while Mark decides that Alexis is on HIS time and makes a move, lunging at her while she quickly steps to the side that you’d think she panicked a bit from being so caught off guard. Alexis knees Mark in the spine twice before she pulls him up by his right arm and elbows him in the chest in case he got any ideas of trying to attack her out of nowhere. Fisherman neckbreaker and then she quickly covers him for the pin.

ONE

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TW–KICKOUT!!!

Mark appears irritated with thinking that Alexis thought she could take him out with a neckbreaker as if he is NOT our world’s hero??? The audacity, right? Where does she get off trying to do that to him, she mind as well had HIPTOSSED HIM THEN WENT FOR THE PIN! Oh ho ho, Mark got them eyes going right now…. you know the kind. The ones where guys get so mad that they glare at you as if they can emit solar power from their eyes like superman…. when it only just makes them look really pissed off and if continuing to glare for a long time, they look as if they are constipated. Alexis aint afraid of no Ima kill you eyes but she should be when a man is feeling disrespected like our hero currently is. Mark leaps into action, putting his emotions into his moves as he hems Alexis up, ready to make her that example tonight.

Northern Lights Suplex! Half Nelson Suplex, Inverted Exploder Suplex…. BAH GAWD, MARK STORM OUT HERE WITH THE ENERGY OF SAMANTHA TOLSON TONIGHT WITH TURNING THE RING INTO SUPLEX CITY!!! Alexis’ body is bouncing off the ring more than a porn star bouncing into the air as Mark acts as if he can do this all night. A dragaon suplex, TWO german suplexes…… STOP STOP, SHE’S ALREADY DEAD!!! Alexis is in a daze, unsure if she’s coming and going as she probably sees mini blood pouches circling around her as Mark seems to be aiding her when….. DYSTOPIA!!! He covers Alexis with that same half smile as the ref makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”And here is your winner, MARK SSTTOORRMM!!!”

VASSA: ”Well goddamn… if that isn’t an overcompensating little shit.”

JOHNSON: ”None of that, Vinny. Mark Storm won fair and square tonight and I am curious to see what else he has in store for us in the near future.”

We cut to the backstage area, where we see Bryan Williams getting prepared for his upcoming match. His gear is on, and it looks like he’s finishing warming up. It’s preparation for the tag team bout, but Bryan doesn’t look to be sweating it at all. He los happy, as he looks off camera to what we can only presume is Persephone. He smiles, before speaking up.

WILLIAMS: ”I don’t know about you, but I feel ready for this match, babe. I’m all rested up, and ready to go. I think that little tour around the world did you some good, too. You look more confident, for sure.”

The camera pans over to show a strange man we’ve never really seen before. The man stands there, as the camera turns back to Bryan. He’s still smiling.

WILLIAMS: ”I know it’s been tough lately, but you’ll bounce back like you always do. We’ll get this win tonight, and go celebrate somewhere in Oklahoma City. Maybe they have a Fuddruckers! Oh man, could you imagine?!”

Bryan, excited, stands there as the camera pans back towards the man. The man hasn’t moved, or said a word. In fact, the man looks uncomfortable just being there. For a moment there’s silence, as nobody says anything. Bryan sighs, entering the scene.

WILLIAMS: ”Hey buddy, do you mind?”

It seems that Bryan is now talking directly to the man, as he moves him out of the way. Standing behind the man, is Persephone Marquis! She had been getting ready this whole time, not noticing that the camera wasn’t on her.

MARQUIS: ”I don’t know what Fuddruckers is.”

Persephone bites into a Snickers, this is definitely a sponsored segment as she chews while looking at the camera for a few seconds. She smiles and hums out at the deliciousness.

MARQUIS: ”Yum!”

Bryan looks at her, confused.

WILLIAMS: ”What are you doing, what is this?”

Persephone looks at him and shakes her head.

MARQUIS: ”Nothing, never mind. Want some? Well, you can’t have none. Snickers are too good to share.”

She looks into the camera once again as she speaks, a smile on her face with the Snickers in clear view. Bryan, confused, takes the moment to look back into the camera.

WILLIAMS: ”Uhh, okay … Anyway, I got some shit to talk about right now. Pertaining to the upcoming match tonight.”

Bryan pauses, before getting into the topic.

WILLIAMS: ”Now, I’d like to take this time to address some other matters that I didn’t feel were important to talk about in my promo. I find certain matters unimportant pertaining to this business, and the matches that I’m involved in. Certainly you’d think my opponents would have the same mindset, but it seems that Boston is hell bent on dissecting my relationship with Persephone.”

Bryan looks over at Persephone, as they both roll their eyes.

WILLIAMS: ”Newsflash folks, we’re BOTH trash people. I know, what a shocker! Here I am, a man who’s gone through several tag team partners in the last two years. Not to mention the bevy of failed relationships that stick in my mind. Persephone can attest to her failures as well, we’re not perfect, folks.”

Persephone narrows her eyes at Bryan, her head cocking slightly as she processes what he said.

MARQUIS: ”Wow, you know, it’s different when I call myself trash, you know. Like, how dare you? You know what? That makes me sad. Time to open a bottle of happiness.”

Persephone pulls out a bottle of coke out of seemingly nowhere. She pops it open and takes a sip, an exaggerated sound of satisfaction leaving her before she winks at the camera. Bryan then, suddenly, takes the bottle from her hands to take a sip of his own. She pouts.

MARQUIS: ”Yeah, you’re pretty trash and I’ll go ahead and say that I am too, but it works either way. No matter what, we’re always going to be the better team and if no one can see that, it means they’re just not paying attention. They’re going to start, though. We’re the perfect team, except for when you annoy me. That’s another thing, though.”

Persephone looks at Bryan, taking her coke back from him.

MARQUIS: ”Sorry, my bad. Continue, my friend!”

She drinks from her coke bottle as Bryan smiles slightly to himself, shaking his head as he begins to speak once again.

WILLIAMS: ”Does that doom us from the very start? Does the mere presence of our past failures ensure that we will repeat the very same mistakes all over again? Who fucking knows, because I sure as shit don’t! I’m here to live in the moment, and enjoy what’s in front of me. Persephone is in front of me, and we’re going through what life offers us together. Twitter is Twitter, never to be taken seriously until I fucking say so. If you really want to worry about something, Boston, worry about passing another drug test. That will be more useful to you in the long run.”

Bryan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

WILLIAMS: ”It’s almost like you had nothing to say, I would have prefered that to be honest. Grasp at straws all you want, it’s not going to help you in this fucking match.

Stopping again, Bryan thinks for a minute.

WILLIAMS: ”And if it does help you? Oh well, I guess. I’ll move to Octane or something then.”

He says, with a shrug. He looks at Persephone, who is making a sour face at him.

MARQUIS: ”Octane? Yuck.”

WILLIAMS: ”Eh, it’s fine. Just have to make sure it won’t come to that, will we? Cause we’re here to win, or something like that.”

MARQUIS: ”Yeah, sure, I can definitely handle that pressure, we’ll get through this, my kid.”

Persephone rolls her eyes, finishing her coke and throwing it to the side.

MARQUIS: ”But no matter what happens, I hope you know that I’m sticking here. No offense to Octane, but I can’t afford that pay cut. Someone has to pay those farmers in Brazil.”

She explains, nonchalantly. She begins to walk away, Bryan looking at her confused. She quickly speaks again.

MARQUIS: ”Don’t ask about the Brazil thing, it’s a joke. Ha ha, see? Anyway.”

She stops, looking back at Bryan.

MARQUIS: ”So you coming or not?”

WILLIAMS: ”Duh. Gotta find the numbers of those stunt doubles though, just in case you know?”

Bryan and Persephone soon enough leave the scene, after a quick kiss. They exit the locker room, heading out for their match as we cut away.

UNDERCARD
BOSTON & AMBER RYAN VS. SADBOIZ

JOHNSON: ”Tag team action next, hooray!”

VASSA: ”What the? Are you okay, Steve! You’re not quite acting yourself. I don’t think this will be a fun contest, I feel like these four are going to try and murder each other.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh, Vinny! We shouldn’t say that word. Not after recent events, you know?”

VASSA: ”What are you talking about? The guy said he was fine on Twitter. He’s not dead!”

It’s the tinkling of the eerie music box that brings the lights down, the crowd murmuring with anticipation, as slowly and silently the big screens seems to crack one by one. Shadows lurk curiously, distorted by the cracks as an almost mechanical synth leads into the stutter of heavy guitar.

POWERS: ”Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at one hundred and forty-two pounds…”

Red lights pulse in time as the lights flicker erratically casting light and dark chaotically, the mechanical synth returns as a female silhouette materializes amid the pulsating red and dark to a mixed reaction. Most cheer in appreciation of the show that they’re about to witness but many jeer due to her previous affiliations and general devil-just-doesn’t-give-a-fuck attitude.

POWERS: ”She is, the ‘Distorted Angel’… AMBER RRYYAANN!!!”

Maria Brink’s almost taunting, sarcastic lyrics lead the ‘Distorted Angel’ down as fans look for acknowledgement, extending hands and waving signs but most recieve little more than a sharp nod or sly wink for their efforts. She circles the ring, messing with whichever ring crew and staff that happen to be within vicinity before methodically and deliberately sliding beneath the bottom rope and crossing to one of the far corners.

“Baby go ahead

I’ll be your hatred and your pain

This is killing us all

I don’t care if I fall

We’re the dying, we are the damned”

Climbing the turnbuckle left handed, she watches out over the crowd to gauge the reaction, returning the mixed reaction with an acknowledging nod of her own before somewhat turning awkwardly on the spot and taking a seat upon the top turnbuckle.

“I know I don’t belong in this scene

Sex metal barbie, homicidal queen.”

With hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees that familiar Distorted Angel smirk ever present across her face as she waits for the fun to really begin.

The sound of a gun cocking before unloading a bullet from the chamber projects throughout the arena, as “Made You Look” by Nas begins playing over the PA system to a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd. From the gorilla position, Boston emerges, holding a towel wrapped around his neck. With fire in his eyes, he looks out amongst the audience, as he begins walking toward the top of the ramp. Once he has reached the peak of his mode of conveyance toward the ring, Boston simply stops and smirks, while typically scratching his head. He holds a chair in his hands, a different choice from the last show. It looks the be the same one he had in his promo, this week. With a slow saunter, Boston makes his way to the ring.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, from Dewey Beach, Delaware… BBOOSSTTOONN!!!”

Once at ringside, Boston jumps upon the ring apron with a single leap, before catapulting himself over the top rope, landing on the mat with a bounce toward whichever corner he had been designated. Tossing the chair to the side, he nonchalantly waits in his corner for the start of the match.

JOHNSON: ”Boston and Amber coming out separately, I hope this doesn’t play out horribly for them.”

VASSA: ”Don’t read into it too much, Steve. They could just really like their entrances, you know?”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah, you make a good point. They look ready though, as the Sadboiz will be coming out soon.”

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 looks a bit different tonight, but I can’t quite point my finger on it?”

VASSA: ”Don’t know what you’re talking about, bud. Always looked like that to me.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Amber 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. Bryan, having the size advantage over Amber, easily begins to shove her towards his corner. Amber tries pushing back, but can’t seem to force Bryan out of her way. However, she is able to escape before Bryan can trap her in his corner. Bryan heads over back towards his side of the ring, as he talks with Marquis. Amber Ryan looks on, calling for Bryan to meet her in the middle again. Bryan does, as the two quickly lock up again. Amber quickly grabs Bryan, putting him into a side headlock. Bryan doesn’t panic, instead he presses down on the back of Amber’s right leg, causing her to kneel. Bryan slips out of the hold, but Amber gets up and clocks him with a forearm! Bryan stumbles back, as Amber tags Boston into the match!

Boston charges towards Bryan, knocking him down to the mat. Bryan tries getting back up, but he’s knocked down again. Boston whips him into the nearby corner, as Marquis watches. Bryan hits the corner hard, as Marquis tags herself in. Boston charges, as Bryan connects with an elbow! Marquis quickly hops over the top rope, connecting with a Running Hurricanrana that takes Boston down to the mat! Bryan takes a second to recover, as Marquis picks Boston up to his feet. She tags Bryan in, as she tries to hold Boston, but Boston shoves her out of the ring! Bryan hops over the top rope, and Boston catches him in the air! He slams Bryan down to the mat with authority!

JOHNSON: ”Big move from Boston! He’s really dominating here tonight already.”

VASSA: ”He’s not one to be messed with, Steve. I hear everyone talking shit about him, but Boston is the real deal. Whoever he has his sights set on, you can be sure they’re not going to be in for a good time.”

Holding Williams down and in place, Boston then begins stomping away at him. He picks Bryan back up to his feet and tosses him backwards with a German Suplex!. Boston quickly tags Amber back into the match. Lifting Williams up, Boston then belly to belly suplexes him back down before rolling out of the ring and onto the apron. On top of the corner, Amber then dives off, flying through the air and hitting Williams with a Double Stomp from the top. She quickly makes a move to cover him, as Persephone looks on from her corner.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Pulling Williams up to his feet, Amber hits him across the chest with several stiff chops to his chest. Amber quickly grabs him, whipping him to the ropes. Reversing the throw, Williams sends Amber racing to the ropes instead, catching her on the comeback with a Bicycle Knee. Dragging Amber to his corner, he then pulls her up before making the tag with Marquis and pulling Amber a few feet away. Bryan quickly lifts Amber into a Wheelbarrow Position, as Marquis leaps from the second rope and connects with Double Knees! Amber is drilled hard into the mat, as Persephone looks to continue the punishment.

Amber Ryan tries getting back up, but Persephone quickly boots her in the head. She looks on, smiling, as Amber tries getting up. She lifts Amber up and tosses her to the ropes, and catches her on the rebound with a Hip Toss! Amber pops back up to her feet, but Persephone catches her with an Arm Drag! Marquis charges Amber, but she’s able to connect with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors Takedown! Marquis hits the mat hard, falling back towards her corner as she tags Bryan in. Amber charges, but Marquis ducks and runs to the opposite corner. Marquis quickly makes a move for Boston, attacking him as Amber charges in. She attacks the midsection of Boston, while referee Larry Collins steps in to stop Bryan from joining in the attack. It’s enough of a break for Boston to shove Marquis away, catching Bryan with a quick Spinebuster! He quickly covers Bryan, as Larry Collins makes the count!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Bryan is easily able to kick out, as he rolls over and gets back up to his feet. Boston cracks his neck, and charges towards Bryan! He takes Bryan down with a Shoulder Tackle, sending Bryan to the outside! Boston slides right out of the ring, looking to capitalize on this moment, but Bryan has already recovered. He clobbers Boston 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 Boston. He returns to the side he entered, and DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! Both men go crashing to the ground, as Amber and Marquis look on. The fans cheer for Bryan, and his risk tasking, as Larry Collins calls for both men to get back into the match!

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

Both men begin to stir, as they get to their feet at the same time. Boston 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 Boston is able to slide back into the ring. Boston tries to get up to his feet quickly, but eats a Running Kick from Marquis! Boston stumbles forwards, allowing Marquis to quickly climb up the turnbuckle and drop Boston to the mat with a Diving Hurricanrana! She quickly scurries over to cover him for the pinfall!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Boston is able to kick out, throwing Marquis off of him as he gets back to his feet. Marquis isn’t finished though, grabbing Boston by the hair and pulling him backwards. The move takes him by surprise, but he clocks her with a right hand! Boston looks to tag his partner in, but Marquis lands a brutal elbow to his kidneys! Amber Ryan calls out to her partner, as Boston drops to his knees in pain. Marquis follows up with another knee to the area, keeping Boston in place for the moment. She steps back, and connects with a High Knee to the back of his head! Amber can only look on, as Boston collapses to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Persephone connects with a big shot right there!”

VASSA: ”She wants this win, you can feel it!”

Amber looks annoyed, as Marquis looks to follow up with another shot. Shaking her head, she quickly enters the ring and levels Marquis while she isn’t looking! Persephone hits the mat, hard, as Larry Collins calls for Amber Ryan to get back to her corner! It is enough, as Persephone tries to crawl back towards Bryan. Boston is crawling to Amber, both members needing to get their partners back into this match! Bryan tries reaching out for Persephone, as she’s very close. Boston is able to tag Amber in first though! She races in, just as Persephone makes a tag!

Amber charges in, swarming Bryan with body shots. Landing clubbing blows, Amber looks to open up on her opponent. She takes control, pushing him back into his corner with a brutal combination of boxing moves. Bryan covers up, eventually pushing Amber backwards to create some space. He attempts a Superkick, but Amber is able to duck that and connects with the ORIGINAL SIN OUT OF NOWHERE! Bryan lays there, as Amber quickly covers him!

ONE

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TWO

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Marquis leaps from the top rope, a double stomp connecting to the back of Amber’s head. Boston gets back into the ring, shoving Persephone as she tries to get up. An elbow to the back of his head stuns him, as Bryan is back up to his feet! Boston is able to shove Bryan away, but not before Persephone catches him with a Running Dropkick to his knee! She backs up a bit more, connecting with another! The move sends him backwards out of the ring, as Amber quickly enters the ring. Bryan catches her flinching, trying to protect himself from another Superkick. He goes low, kicking out her right leg! Marquis syncs this up, connecting with a Petty Cash as she plants her head first into the mat!

Amber is in trouble, as Boston stays on the outside trying to regroup. Bryan looks over at Marquis, telling her to go to the top rope. She quickly does, as Bryan picks Amber Ryan back up to her feet. He lifts her up, putting her into a tombstone position! The crowd is unsure of what’s coming, but it doesn’t matter. With Marquis up on the top rope she leaps forward, a double stomp connecting as Amber is DRILLED INTO THE MAT WITH A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

JOHNSON: ”LESS THAN ZERO!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT THEY HIT IT!”

JOHNSON: ”Amber Ryan is down, that has to be it!”

VASSA: ”No, wait, look!”

Amber Ryan is down, as Bryan gets back up to his feet. Persephone motions for him to turn around, as Boston smashes right into him! He sends Bryan backwards, causing him to collide with Larry Collins! Larry goes down hard, as Boston sends Persephone tumbling over the top rope. There is a look on Boston’s face, as he runs his hand through his hair. He looks down at Bryan, quickly exiting the ring. He grabs the chair he had brought with him, as he gets back into the ring.

Bryan, unsure of what’s happening, gets back up as Boston enters. He turns around and walks right INTO A CHAIRSHOT FROM BOSTON!

JOHNSON: ”WHAT THE HELL?!”

VASSA: ”BOSTON JUST LEVELED BRYAN WITH A CHAIRSHOT!”

Boston grabs Amber, dumping her on top of Bryan as he goes to get Larry Collins. The crowd boos, as Larry is picked back up to do his job. On the outside, Persephone is trying to get back up. Boston charges forward, slipping through the ropes as he grabs her. Stopping her from breaking up the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, the team of AMBER RRYYAANN and BBOOSSTTOONN!!!”

“Made You Look” begins to play as Boston stands over Bryan Williams. He smiles, leaving the ring as Persephone comes in to check on Bryan. Bryan holds his head, clearly in pain as Amber still isn’t quite sure what happened. She’s just getting to her feet, as she looks out at Boston. Boston shrugs, holding up his hands in victory. Amber leaves the ring, as Bryan is getting helped up.

JOHNSON: ”Oh my goodness, what a win by Boston and Amber Ryan here tonight! With the referee down, Boston gets some revenge!”

VASSA: ”Boy did he ever, he clobbered Bryan with that chair. The one he brought out from earlier! Message sent to everyone back in that locker room, don’t fuck with Boston.”

JOHNSON: ”You have to feel for the Sadboiz though, they had Amber Ryan down. The match was won!”

VASSA: ”Not yet, it wasn’t. Brillant play from Boston here tonight!”

Jair Hopkins was seen backstage, headphones on, doing double-time steps back and forth, getting himself geared up for his match tonight. He is in a mood, hard to tell whether good or bad but one thing everyone saw at the moment, he seemed to be ready as that Pride Title dangled a bit loosely around his waist. Gabriel Hartman crept up on Hopkins unnoticed until he chose to place his hand on Jair’s right shoulder, causing him to jump up, ready to go. Hartman shook, backed up a couple steps as the face on Hopkins was that of slightly annoyed. He shook his head as he lowered his headphones down, reaching to his phone to cut the sounds off for the moment.

HOPKINS: ”Gabe, booooyyyyyy, you almost got a quick beatdown. You don’t want that! Now, what do you want?”

Gabriel looked at Hopkins rather oddly to that question.

HARTMAN: ”A rhetorical question that is. You know why I’m here!”

Gabriel cuts up with laughter.

HARTMAN: ”Just want to get a word with you on your matchup tonight. Got a hungry, young stud in Andre Holmes ripe and ready to come at the crown. Your crown.”

Hopkins was now the one looking at Gabriel from a different stance.

HOPKINS: ”Let’s hold up there on the Andre Holmes “Hype-Train”, okay? He far from ripe. He good but not great yet. Got a lot of spunk and energy. Hungry, is correct. He’s ready to risk it all for a biscuit. He made a lot of good points leading up to this fight but see he messed up. He coming for the King’s head but you know what they say right, Gabe?”

Hartman nodded.

HARTMAN: ”If you come for it, you best not miss!”

HOPKINS: ”And this is why you are heavily appreciated. You understand clearly. Andre is gunning for me and he’s got a bunch of ammo but if he aint never pulled up before, he just spraying in poor form and therefore missing. He missed. He missed again…and again, and AGAIN! My stats prove very much why I am where I am. The likes of Andre and the “used-to-be-here” Jett Wilder, they don’t understand. I’m twenty-seven man. I aged a little but shit, I aint decrepit. They act like I been here for centuries, but even if…my stats still reign heavy.”

HOPKINS: ”Andre Holmes … “The Relentless”, he’s going to look to keep his streak going. He’s going to look to really make an upset come true. He’s really looking to make people see him clearly. He’s going to make a name for himself off of me. No, no, no! I’m going to make that young man a star here tonight, but not in the way everyone may think. Feel me?”

HARTMAN: ”Wait, what do you mean by “make him a star”?”

Hopkins grinned.

HOPKINS: ”Sorry fam, that’s all the time I got for ya. To see what I mean, keep ya head steady on the monitor come match time.”

Hopkins ‘jog’ off from Hartman, leaving him in a bit of a questionable state after that exchange as Hartman lightly shrugged his shoulders and moved on. Cameras transitioned back to ringside.

The seventy-ninth episode of Adrenaline was home to Oklahoma City and before the next match occurred, the cameras revealed Andre Holmes in the locker room warming up for the match. Constantly weaving back and forth, throwing boxing combinations while controlling his breath, this match against Jair Hopkins is truly something he wanted. A chance to defeat a Hall of Famer especially who has practically the best momentum currently in 4CW would certify his spot in the company.

He opens up the metal locker door and removes his leather hoodie jacket hanging from the wall. Andre slowly turns around shrugging the jacket on then starts strapping on his MMA gloves while looking into the camera lens with those hazel eyes burning with the passion to win.

HOLMES: “Well, we’re finally here. Adrenaline. The match people think will be a one sided ass kicking where Jair Hopkins will make quick work out of Andre Holmes. There’s a lot of people who are interested to see how this match will play out and knowing the talent, I’m pretty sure they’re expecting to me just lie down on my back and let Jair pin me. That would be the smart thing no? The 4CW Pride Champion telling the new guy to sit this one out, preserve any respect he has for his career and handle somebody else.”

HOLMES: “Well. I’m not that guy. See, I appreciate the odds against me. I want Jair to unleash everything he has and bring the thunder. I want that Jair Hopkins because that is the Jair who earned his rightful spot in the Hall of Fame. It’s the Jair Hopkins who will step into the ring with me but its also the Jair Hopkins who will lose. I’m not going into this match intimidated nor discouraged. This match means everything to an upstart making waves and silencing the critics.”

HOLMES: “Jair. You know who I am. You know who exactly is coming for you tonight but you don’t know the kind of things he has to offer on the table. We’ve all seen what YOU can do but they’ve yet to see what I can do. So Jair, no hard feelings. I respect you but it’s time you understand that you win some and you lose some.”

After he says that, he comes in closer after slamming the metal locker door behind which doesn’t shut entirely. Andre’s too focused and hyped up to notice as he smirks into the camera.

HOLMES: “But you won’t win this one.”

He walks out of the camera range and it shows the half open locker with his personal belongings packed into it. As one door closes, another opens and a new figure steps into the view staring into the half opened locker. Alexis Mercer comes into the frame. She starts going through Andre’s belongings and stops, with her eyes widen.

MERCER: “What do we have here? Such a beautiful family.”

She pulls out a photo of Andre and his family. He looked so happy. Alexis looked on for a good moment before tearing the photo then dropped the family picture into blood. It was rich and it was thick. Her hand turned red after retrieving them. Alexis takes the pieces and goes over to the wall behind her and she starts doing a little arts and crafts as little droplets of blood drip on the floor. It was a message to Andre Holmes.

MERCER: “Da Vinci ain’t got nothing on me.”

Alexis does an imaginary camera pose with her hands pretending to snap a picture. She leaves the locker room and perceives to head out. Andre comes back muttering how he also forgot to put on his elbow pads until his heart drops when he sees the ripped pictures hanged up on the wall in that thick droplets of blood dripping down the wall. He just slowly paces, his eyes couldn’t believe it and he slowly drops to his knees.

HOLMES: “Wha…wha…”

Looking at this work, he finally understands who is behind it. Andre stands on his feet screaming at the top of his lungs and kicks down the wooden door off its hinges storming to his match.

UNDERCARD
ANDRE HOLMES VS. JAIR HOPKINS

JOHNSON: ”Great contest coming up here next, Andre Holmes taking on Jair Hopkins. Jair certainly the talk of everyone, last show, with his victory over Bronx Valescence. You have to think that Andre Holmes is in trouble here.”

VASSA: ”I don’t think that Andre is in over his head, he’s a fierce competitor in his own right. He should be able to handle his own here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Even against the hall of famer, and current Pride Champion? It’s a bit of a tough task, if you ask me.”

VASSA: ”Well, either way, I think we’ll see a good match here tonight. I don’t think any of us will be leaving here disappointed.”

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 on his way to the ring! 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. 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.

JOHNSON: ”Andre looks laser focused for this match tonight. A victory over Jair would be a big deal for him.”

VASSA: ”Indeed it would, but Jair could get another big win here tonight. He’s putting the Pride title back on the map, Steve.”

”Take it easy”

Arena lights go out as that voice is heard over the PA. The suspenseful start to what sounds like a panicky, off-beat heartbeat is heard before the slow introduction to “Everybody Stay Calm” by RTJ comes into play. Red and white shuffling of the lights flicker, giving that of some sort of dark suspense.

“Excusez-moi bitches

I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted

No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief

I’m a nut punch wizard

Speed bag your ball bag, leave none in it

We– we got one ambition

Re-up and puff ’til the month go missing”

Loud blast of a pyro occur leading to the rising of white smoke that fills the entrance area. Soon, a body emerges to and through the smoke as it is Hopkins, his hands up high, holding the Pride Championship with a wide grin on his face. He pauses his steps as he slightly grooves to the beat. Glaring down the ramp, he places the title on his shoulder as he trot down the ramp to the ring to which he slides in the ring and immediately takes to climbing the ropes.

“Take it easy partner

Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains

Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling”

POWERS: ”HAILING from Brooklyn, New York but residing in Los Angeles, California…Standing in at five feet and eleven inches, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds… The 4CW Pride Champion… JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

Holding the title high to the crowd as they cheer for him, he drops down and gives it one last look-over before handing it to the referee. Loosening his muscles, he flexes in the corner as his music dies out.

JOHNSON: ”Jair Hopkins wants to continue this run as of late, so many fantastic victories for him.”

VASSA: ”It looks like we have ourselves a fight, Steve. Let’s get ready to see the sparks fly!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings, and this match is underway! Holmes and Hopkins circle each other, both men locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Andre throws an elbow, knocking Hopkins back. Holmes grabs him, pulling him into a quick side headlock. Hopkins pushes Holmes to the ropes, and sends him running. Holmes rebounds, knocking Hopkins down with a Shoulder Tackle! Andre looks down at his opponent. Jair Hopkins pops up to his feet, and hits the ropes! The fans cheer, as Hopkins ducks a Clothesline and knocks Andre Holmes down with a Shoulder Tackle of his own!

Andre Holmes pops up to his feet, a bit annoyed that Jair Hopkins was able to knock him down like that. Andre Holmes shoots in, getting a waistlock on Jair Hopkins. Hopkins counters and and shoots behind Holmes’s waist, pulling him into a side headlock. Holmes ducks under and goes for a hammerlock, twisting Hopkins’s arm up in an awkward angle. Hopkins spins around, putting Andre Holmes into a hammerlock! Holmes backs up, trapping Jair Hopkins in the corner. Holmes throws his free arm back, catching Jair Hopkins with an elbow! Holmes breaks free, and CLOBBERS Hopkins with a Clothesline in the corner. Holmes creates some space, as Hopkins charges at him out of the corner, but Holmes dumps him with a Sidewalk Slam!

JOHNSON: ”What a counter against the champ!”

VASSA: ”Andre Holmes is fighting with such intensity here tonight! He wants this win!”

Hopkins is slow to get up, as Holmes watches for his opponent to try something. Hopkins looks to go for another lockup, but Holmes levels him with a High Knee! Hopkins doubles over, and Holmes catches him with a Rising Knee! He quickly picks Hopkins up, tossing him to the ropes! Hopkins hits the ropes, but is able to duck a Clothesline attempt and hits a Running Crossbody! The crowd cheers on, as Hopkins quickly covers Andre Holmes for the pin. Laroy Jones drops down for the count!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Hopkins brutalizes Holmes with shots to his ribs, as he tries to pick him up for a Scoop Slam. Holmes uses his leverage to keep him on the mat, catching Hopkins with an Elbow to the back of his neck. Hopkins stumbles backwards, Holmes wraps him up and whips him into the corner. Holmes charges in, but Hopkins catches him with a kick! Hopkins backs up and clobbers Holmes with a huge Clothesline! Holmes falls to the mat, and rolls to the outside to collect himself. Hopkins looks on, ready to continue this match on the outside of the ring. Both men meet on the outside, and Holmes levels Hopkins with an Uppercut!

JOHNSON: ”Holmes is just taking it to Jair right now!”

VASSA: ”Hopkins is hanging in there, don’t count him out just yet.”

Hopkins stumbles backwards, and Holmes takes him down with a Clothesline on the outside. Laroy Jones calls for both men to get back into the ring. Holmes rolls into the ring, and immediately rolls back out to continue his assault. The crowd cheers, as Hopkins catches Holmes with a knee lift to his stomach. Hopkins backs up, waiting for Holmes to get back to his feet. He does, and Jair Hopkins charges towards him! The crowd’s cheers quickly turn into shock and concern as Holmes tosses Hopkins into the crowd! Hopkins lands hard, and awkwardly, as Holmes gets back into the ring. Laroy finally begins his count, as Hopkins tries to get back to his feet.

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

Jair Hopkins finally gets back to his feet, as he hops over the barricade. He tries to collect himself, but Holmes rolls back to the outside. Holmes catches Hopkins with a Roundhouse Kick, as Hopkins is halfway over the barricade. Hopkins falls to the floor, Holmes picking him up and tossing him back into the ring. Holmes quickly slides into the ring, covering his opponent once again!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Hopkins kicks out, much to Andre Holmes’ disapproval. Holmes kicks Hopkins in the head, but that only seems to anger Jair Hopkins! Hopkins rises from the mat, as Holmes hammers into him with fist after fist. He tries a knee lift, but Hopkins catches him and puts him down with a Samoan Drop! Hopkins roars, much to the crowd’s approval as he tries to get back into this match. Holmes gets to his feet, and Hopkins blasts him with a Shining Wizard! He spins Holmes around, connecting with a Reverse Neckbreaker! Andre Holmes rises to his feet, clearly out of it as Jair Hopkins implants him into the mat with a PILEDRIVER OUT OF NOWHERE! He quickly goes for the cover, hoping to end this match now!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Holmes wastes no time, getting back up to his feet as Jair Hopkins quickly joins him. Andre Holmes eats a Forearm shot, and clobbers Hopkins with a European Uppercut! He quickly ties Hopkins up, the front chancery quickly turns into a big Vertical Suplex! Holmes keeps Hopkins high up in the air, but Jair quickly falls back down to the mat onto his feet. He swings at Andre, who ducks and connects with a PELE KICK! The kick staggers Jair, allowing Andre to connect with a Double Arm DDT! Jair is hurt, but is able to quickly get back up to his feet to try and fight back. Holmes runs to the ropes, and CLOBBERS Hopkins with a Running Lariat! Holmes quickly covers him again!

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Hopkins kicks out again, both men getting back to their feet as they prepare for the upcoming brawl. Holmes goes for an overhand Right, but Hopkins ducks and clobbers him with an elbow! Jair Hopkins lays into him with several Forearms, he tries for a Discus Forearm but Holmes kicks him away. Holmes hops up onto the nearby turnbuckle, jumping from the second rope, but Hopkins turns it into a Release German Suplex out of nowhere! Holmes rolls around in pain, as Hopkins covers him once again!

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Rolling out of the ring, Hopkins watches as his opponent leaves yet again. Hopkins follows, a kick to the side of Holmes’s ribs keeps him stunned. Hopkins tries tossing him into the nearby barricade, but Holmes reverses and Hopkins almost collides into the barricade! Hopkins stops at the last moment, keeping himself from being hurt. It’s enough time for Andre Holmes to recover, LEVELING Hopkins with a Spinning Forearm! Hopkins slumps against the ring apron, as Andre Holmes pushes him back inside of the ring. Holmes is slow to enter, still feeling the previous encounter with Hopkins. He quickly covers his opponent, as Laroy Jones makes the count!

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Hopkins doesn’t stay down for long, as he rises to a knee as Holmes smashes into his back with a Forearm. A quick kick to the side of Hopkins’s head staggers him for the moment, allowing Holmes to hoist him up onto his shoulders. Holmes looks out to the crowd, intently looking on as he wants to end this match. He swings Jair Hopkins out, looking to connect with the “Holmes on the Range” but Jair lands on his feet! Andre has no chance to block the incoming Implant DDT from Jair Hopkins!

JOHNSON: ”Back and forth action, and Jair hits the BIG counter right there!”

VASSA: ”Andre had a chance to end this match, he can’t let Jair get back in it like this!”

JOHNSON: ”Both men look tired, it’s anybody’s game right now.”

VASSA: ”These fans are really into this match!”

The crowd cheers, as both men lay in the middle of the ring. Hopkins turning the Death Valley Driver into a DDT of his own, but he’s too beat up to try and capitalize on the move. Hopkins and Holmes don’t move at all, as Laroy Jones watches them both. Realizing that both men aren’t getting up, he quickly begins to start his count!

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

Hopkins, a bit beat up now, is slow to get to his feet, as Andre Holmes tries getting up as well. Hopkins grabs Holmes, trying to hit that Spinning Reverse Facebuster, but Holmes shoves him out of the way! Hopkins turns around, but Andre Holmes shoots past him on the ropes. Hopkins snaps his head around, and is taken down with a Running Lariat! He pops back up, and Holmes knocks him down with another Lariat! Hopkins, staggering to his feet, is absolutely KILLED by a Discus Clothesline from Andre Holmes!

JOHNSON: ”Big clothesline from Andre!”

VASSA: ”That’s it! He’s got Jair right where he wants him!”

This crowd is so invested in the match, as Andre looks to finish Jair off! Jair stumbles up to his feet, collapsing in the nearby corner. Andre has his sights set on him, as he charges in for the Yakuza Kick! Jair moves at the last second, as Andre hits the turnbuckle hard! He staggers backwards, right into the BREAD N’ BUTTER FROM JAIR HOPKINS! With Andre down, Jair doesn’t waste any time! He quickly climbs up to the top rope, leaping off as he connects with the OMFG! Jair lands square on Andre’s chest, as he falls on top of him for the pin!

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, the 4CW Pride Champion, JAAIIRRRRR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

“Everybody Stay Calm” is playing, as the crowd is on their feet for what they’ve just seen here tonight! A spirited contest between both men, there doesn’t seem to be any favorites played here by the crowd. Andre is up to a knee, as Jair stands up to his feet. Jair gives Andre a nod, as Andre nods right back. The 4CW Pride Championship is given to Jair, who holds it up high for the crowd to see as he celebrates his victory here tonight!

JOHNSON: ”An impressive performance by Andre Holmes tonight, but it’s not enough to put Jair Hopkins away!”

VASSA: ”Jair Hopkins is quickly showing why he’s the best in this company right now. He took everything Andre had, and was still able to come away with the victory.”

JOHNSON: ”Fantastic showing by both men, I don’t think Andre could feel bad about that one.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, you’re right, just one small thing changes and Andre Holmes would be standing here with his arm raised tonight.”

QUAGLIATERRE: ”The Future…”

Dressed in a charcoal blue three piece suit with brown leather shoes nicely buffed up, and an accompanying shiny gold rolex across his wrist Alessandro graces our screens presence. He rubs his chin having watched over the match between Andre Holmes and Jair Hopkins on a monitor glued on the wall backstage in the Chesapeake Arena.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”I know Jair and Andre just finished up moments ago. However for some strange reason I have got total brain freeze as to who just won. As if I don’t know the result of the match until it airs on replay on Showtime.”

An unusual occurrence.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Who won or lost is not important. I am not in control of their destiny. I am control of my own.”

He held his hand over his heart.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Later on tonight you will see me compete against Cyrus Riddle for Number One Contendership to the Pride Championship. Well spoiler alert I’m going to win.”

The crowd watching on ringside talked among themselves.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Not that I was foretold by anybody because I don’t need a fortune telling. What I have is visions. I can see and predict events before they actually happen, call it a supernatural phenomenon stored in my globe shaped brain of mine. My vision for tonight’s pretty clear, walk in against Riddle, beat him.”

He went silent pausing to allow his words to sink in.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”There is no magic formula. It’s as simple as that. Which is what brings me to the future.”

He pointed ahead as that is where the future will occur in the space time continuum.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Or to be more precise. When 4CW goes Back To The Future. The last day of February. February 28th. Houston, Texas. RETROGRADE!”

A nice advert for the 4CW’s next installment on Pay Per View.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”The future is going to see potentially Jair Hopkins against Alessandro Quagliaterre for the Pride Championship. Trust me when I tell you it’s not going to be a throwaway match. It’s going to be a potential match of the year, not just a match of the night. But it won’t be a joint effort, it’ll be because of me.”

Alessandro as always was in firm belief of his own abilities.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”That future only becomes a reality should I successfully navigate myself through the present. In this business it is always dangerous to look ahead when you should be aware of what is directly in front of you. This is true. But when you’re Alessandro Quagliaterre you can afford having this planned out diary because well I’m legit amazing at what I do, I can do it all.”

He shakes his booty in his suit getting giddy.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Cyrus I already said everything I need to say about you before tonight. Saying anything else would be rubbing salt in your wounds. It’s nothing personal what happens tonight. Just Business.”

He wiped his hands, figuratively and metaphorically clean from the dirt that would follow in his match against Riddle.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Instead I look to what can come over the hill. I’ve mentioned what happens tonight, and potentially what happens at Retrograde. I believe it’s good to have goals. On Adrenaline 78 I mentioned a code. I’m going to mention it again until someone cracks it. Four dates.”

Dates as in days from a calendar not Dates as in the fruit. He held up a finger, to represent the first date.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”04.29.15″

He then held up a second finger, for the second date.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”04.27.16″

He then held up a third finger, for the third date.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”04.26.17″

He then held up the fourth and final finger, for the fourth date.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”04.25.18″

He then held up his thumb.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Four dates? Four fingers! Why is my thumb up? Oops I lied. There’s actually five dates. But the fifth date doesn’t get revealed until someone… Anyone of my next opponent(s) figure out what the hell I’m talking about.”

He then transformed his fingers and thumb into a fist. He raised his fist up high over his head in a victory pose.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Until then to quote Joe Budden from 2 Fast 2 Furious. Which by the way is another clue in relation to the dates mentioned above. If you’re too retarded to work it out. Or your name is Potato Laroux. I am going to…”

He then played the theme song by Joe Budden to the hit movie 2 Fast 2 Furious from The Fast and Furious franchise released in 2013. He quoted the best part of the chorus.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Pump p p pump pump p p p pump.”

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Pump p p pump pump it up.”

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump.”

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Pump p p pump pump it up.”

QUAGLIATERRE: ”PUMP P P PUMP PUMP IT UP.”

Fistpumping, Alessandro then walked out of the camera shot to perfectly transition back to ringside for the clusterfuck tag match between Kenny Omega with A White Powderface Blackman, versus Dakota Kai and A Butcher who lost his knives and can’t even be trusted with safety scissors anymore.

UNDERCARD
DAKOTA SMITH & ANASTASIA HAYDEN VS.
VIDUUS MORTA & BRONX VALESCENCE

POWERS: ”The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall…”

“Blood underneath my nails, I think I’m losing it

Dead hooker to my left, an upside down crucifix

Get my fix from fucking dead hoes and these opiates

Killin’ ’em all, I’ll never fall

I get a rush from stalking bad bitches

Collecting teeth and fingernails to add to my shrine

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

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

POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

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

VASSA: ”I’ve got a question for you, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh god… go ahead.”

VASSA: ”Do you think people care more about Dakota Smith now that he’s not the butcher and he’s playing house dad with Tara Michaels? Or do you think they care less about him.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know… does it matter? He’s got a pretty big match right now with Ana Hayden, Bronx and the returning Viduus Morta.”

“Word up, son, word, yeah

To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers

For real, niggas who ain’t got no feelings

Check it out now”

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

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

You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware

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

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

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

You all alone in these streets, cousin

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

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

They come around, but they never come close to”

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

VASSA: ”Well, I mean I was just asking. He’s had a rough go of things lately. Maybe he really is turning into a marshmallow.”

JOHNSON: ”You can think that but I guarantee you you wouldn’t say that to his face.”

VASSA: ”*mocking Steve* Guarantee you wouldn’t say that to his face.. puhhhhhh.”

JOHNSON: ”I’ve become a baby sitter.”

As “Cry Little Sister” begins its slow pace the lights in the arena drop. Fire outlines the stage and ramp entrance way to the ring. Viduus appears at the top of the stage through a cloud of smoke, looking left and a glance to the right. He waits for the music to pick up pace before continuing his walk to the ring.

POWERS: “And their opponents, introducing first standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds… hailing from parts unknown… VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

He slithers inside under the bottom rope and crawls to a nearby corner as he awaits his opponent.

VASSA: ”Well… either way the butcher might be dead but this dude gives me the newbie jeebies.”

JOHNSON: ”Certainly an odd pairing putting him on a team with the 4CW Champion. But we’ll see if they can make it work.”

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

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

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

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell sounds it’s Bronx and Dakota who start things off for their respective teams, a matchup that is undoubtedly a dream for many 4CW fans, even if the butcher has turned into the staypuff marshmallow man outside of the ring. Inside of the ring it seems he has no trouble remembering who he is, however, as he gets the early advantage on Bronx backing him up into the corner with a few solid right hands. With Bronx resting against the corner turnbuckle pads, Dakota plants his right foot firmly into Bronx’s stomach and then stands him up with a knife edged chop. Latching onto the 4CW Champions arm as he brings his hand up to clutch where the chop had just been delivered, Dakota pulls him out of the corner and appears to be looking to send him to the opposite corner with an irish whip, but instead Dakota reverses the direction and sends him running back at full speed over the short distance to the corner they had just been in.

The impact of Bronx’s body into the turnbuckle pads causes the ring ropes to shake mightily as he stumbles backward out of the corner and right into the waiting arms of Smith, who wraps his arms around the champions waist and hoists him over head, planting him down into the mat with a german suplex. Rolling back up to his feet, Dakota struts back to his corner where Ana stands and offers his hand to her. She quickly obliges and tags herself into the match, stepping through the ropes where she sizes Bronx up, who is pushing himself up off the mat right at that very moment.

It’s that vulnerable position that Ana takes advantage of, planting a stiff kick to his ribs that flips him over and onto his back. She’s quick to step over his body and rebound off the ropes, coming back to drop an elbow straight to his sternum. Rolling over, as she begins to get back up she grabs a hand full of Bronx’s curly hair and pulls him up with her as well. Trying to catch Ana by surprise, Bronx drives forward with his legs, wrapping his right arm around her and extending it behind her back to try and reach a tag to Viduus, who is anxiously pacing on the ring apron just itching to get into the match. Inches before Bronx can make the tag, Ana hooks her arm around her opponents neck and drives him down with a ddt. Once back up to her feet she shook her head at Viduus and told him “not yet,” before returning her attention to the man she would be challenging for the 4CW title in just a few weeks.

VASSA: ”You know what you said about making it work? It doesn’t seem to be happening so much right now.”

JOHNSON: ”Well there’s no denying that Ana and Dakota are both very talented wrestlers. But it’s still early in the match.”

VASSA: ”I can’t believe you’re showing this much bias, Steve. It’s very unprofessional.”

JOHNSON: ”What in God’s name are you talking about?”

Bronx crawled away from Ana slowly and grabs onto the ropes to help pull himself up, firing an elbow into her jaw to back her off. And while Ana absorbs the blow fully and Bronx starts to move towards Viduus, she cuts him off quickly by pressing him against the ropes and lacing three consecutive chops to his chest before whipping him into her own corner where Dakota was waiting to tag back into the match. Efficiently Ana and Dakota worked together, singling Bronx out and keeping him away from his partner. Smith planted two stomps to Bronx’s abdomen before tagging Ana back in, who chugged to the center of the ring and then turned, running at her Retrograde opponent, driving both feet into his chest with a front drop kick. Somersaulting backward, Ana stood and then hit an identical dropkick just moments later before getting up and tagging Dakota back into the match.

As Dakota entered the ring he helped the woozy Bronx up to a vertical base and moved to lift him high above his head but Bronx expertly squirmed free and slipped down Dakota’s back, shoving him forward into the corner turnbuckle pads. When Dakota turned around, Bronx thrust a superkick in his direction, which Smith avoided but by moving left the unsuspecting Ana Hayden to take it squarely on the jaw, knocking her off the ring apron and leaving her crashing down to the floor outside the ring. A bit shocked, Bronx looked to check on his friend for half a second before Dakota spun him around. Valescence avoided the follow up strike from Dakota and countered by bouncing off the ropes and blasting Dakota with a shoulder tackle with both men collapsing to the canvas afterwards, neither moving very much.

The fans quickly began to get involved by encouraging Bronx to get back to his feet and make the tag to Viduus. Their cheers seemed to fuel him somewhat as he began to crawl towards his corner. Dakota, at the same time, began to sit up, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Pushing himself up to a standing position, he spotted Bronx crawling toward his corner and glanced over to the place where Ana would have otherwise been, but instead she was busy still recovering on the floor outside the ring. Deciding to try and cut the tag off, Smith hurried across the ring and grabbed Bronx by his foot, dragging him away from Viduus outstretched hand. But he couldn’t quite stop him as Bronx spun and caught Dakota with an enziguri kick and then dove across the ring, tagging Viduus in to the joy of the on looking fans!

VASSA: ”I’m saying it’s really unprofessional for you to have such a hard on for Dakota and Ana. I get it. They’re facing the almighty Bronx Valescence and the before picture in a lotion commercial, but still. Objective commentary.”

JOHNSON: ”Weren’t you just saying that you thought Dakota had gone soft?”

VASSA: ”I was asking you questions in the hypothetical. You know, trying to get a discussion going to get fans interested in the match. Help fuel storylines within the match. Fucking hell am I going to have to carry this duo for the rest of my life?”

JOHNSON: ”You couldn’t even carry the weight of the aborted babies Kaysie has had over the past two years of being married to Perry, let alone carry me on commentary.”

Morta enters the ring on a rampage, looking to get his hands on Dakota Smith but the marshmallow man quickly avoided handing momentum over to the other team, rolling himself out of the ring and moving to check on his tag team partner instead. For a few moments Ana and Dakota regrouped. Even though they were an odd pairing they understood that in order to pull off the victory they were going to need to work together, as they had shown the capability of doing already. Patiently, Dakota waited for Ana to get back up on the ring apron before shouting at the referee to back Viduus off and let him get back into the ring, a command that the referee obliged with. As Viduus backed off, giving Dakota the room he needed, Smith slid into the ring and stood with a smirk on his face as he turned and tagged his partner in, telling Viduus to go fuck himself before stepping out of the ring.

When Ana enters she quickly ties Viduus up and takes him down to the mat with a drop toe hold, driving a forearm into the back of his head before locking him into a side headlock that she torqued hard on. Viduus quickly pushed his way up to his feet and then shoved Ana off of him, sending her full speed into the ropes that she would rebound off of. On her return she leapfrogged a back body drop and then bounced off the other set of ropes, coming back once more and catching Viduus with a flying cross body. Landing, she hooked the leg and transitioned the move into a pinning predicament as the referee slid in.

ONE

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TWO

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Alas it wasn’t to be as Bronx dipped through the ropes and into the ring, planting his boot directly onto Ana’s spine, breaking the attempt before a three could be made. Though from the way Viduus shifted his weight it looked as though he was ready to kick out anyway. Ordering Bronx back to his corner, the referee never saw Ana stand and make her way over to tag Dakota back into the match, trying to keep herself fresh and give her partner a shot at a downed Morta. When the two try to switch spots and the referee returns his attention to the action, he refuses to acknowledge that a tag had been made and ordered Ana back into the ring. Muttering under her breath she listens and moves to keep going at Viduus, who instead rolls her up quickly into a small package.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Ana kicks out at the last second and Viduus quickly stands, pulling her back up and forcing her into his own corner where he quickly tagged Bronx back in. As Bronxy V stepped into the ring he drove a few right hands into Ana’s head before pulling her to the center of the ring and hoisting her up onto his shoulders. Before he could bring his knee up to her forehead with a GTS, though, Ana slipped free and moved to have a go at Viduus. It didn’t work out for her as Viduus caught her squarely in the jaw with a hard right hand.

VASSA: ”Fuck this match. YOU TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT ME NOT BEING ABLE TO CARRY THIS COMMENTARY TEAM!”

JOHNSON: ”Vinny I’m telling you right now there’s a greater chance of Phoenix Quagliaterre walking down to the ring right now and blowing Bronx on national television than there is of me ever saying those words.”

VASSA: ”If Perry has his way it might just happen! You never know!”

JOHNSON: ”I’ve seen a lot of crazy things while working for this company, but that isn’t one that’s ever going to happen.”

Bronx quickly maneuvers himself around a woozy Ana and as he does so Viduus slaps him across the back, with the referee slapping his hands together acknowledging that a tag had been made. At that moment Bronx sprinted forward and hit Valescence Victory on Ana, hopping up to his feet right after and charging to throw himself into Dakota Smith, diving between the middle and top ropes driving his shoulder into Smiths stomach. The spear would send them both crashing out of the ring and down to the outside as Viduus slipped in through the ropes. Letting an extremely dazed Ana Hayden get back to her feet, Viduus quickly locked in AWAKENING and drove her down to the mat on her head, hooking the leg for the cover shortly afterward.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

With carnage all around him, Viduus stands up and has his hand raised in victory for his team. Outside the ring Dakota and Bronx lay in a heap, and beneath his feet Ana just begins to stir.

POWERS: ”Your winners by pinfall… the team of BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE and VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

VASSA: ”SEE! TOLD YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH! OBJECTIVE COMMENTARY! I can’t believe you were against Bronx and Viduus this whole time.”

JOHNSON: ”For gods sake someone cut to a break.”

VASSA: ”Yeah! And hurry! Steve doesn’t want you all to see him take his Geritol on national television!”

RIDDLE: ”The time has almost ran out, AQ…

Backstage, Cyrus Riddle is pacing back and forth slowly, his hand pressing against one another at the palms while his fingers gently tap their opposite hand’s digit.

RIDDLE: ”It’s been an interesting two weeks to say the least. First, you decide to talk to me from your bed… quite disturbing. Then your feeble attempt to bring my family and girlfriend into the equation… unsuccessful. And between those, various Twitter back and forths with you looking for me, inviting me for coffee, and trading aesthetic insults.

Riddle stops to laugh, looking down at the floor.

RIDDLE: ”You are, by far, one of the most unique opponents I’ve ever had, and it saddens me that tonight is the end for you. There’s so much more to be had between the two of us. So much more eccentricity in the exchanges. Unfortunately, the timing isn’t in your favor, because we are fighting for a cause.”

RIDDLE: ”Pride contention is something I have looked forward to since I signed my contract with 4CW, aside from the top title of course. And here you are, placed on the opposite end of the battlefield, both looking for that bump in the ranking.”

RIDDLE: “So, tonight, as we clash in what is sure to be one of the most psychologically unique matches in 4CW history, I want you to conserve some of your blood for our post-Adrenaline coffee outing, just so I can tint my cuppa with crimson and drink a souvenir from my latest conquering.”

Riddle turns to the camera and quickly winks, turning to leave. He strolls through the hallway methodically, randomly shoving a local dark match talent by the face into the wall and laughing as the camera fades just after he is heard yelling for Jair Hopkins.

In the long corridors outside the row of locker rooms, hopefully where Gabriel Hartman wouldn’t be showing up any time soon, Aidan Carlisle idly paces the concrete as she waits for her upcoming match. She hasn’t begun to get dressed just yet, with a match still to go before she has to make her way to the ring. At the sound of a sharp whistle she turns on her heel, just in time to catch a football thrown in her direction. After a few moments of confusion, she smiles.

CARLISLE: “Coach The Fourth, what are you doing here?”

LEANDER IV: “Well, you know me, always about business. Though, Coral and I are just making a quick stop off before heading to the Ranch for a little R and R.”

He holds his hands out, ready to accept a pass back. Aidan takes a few steps back, plants her feet, and throws the ball down the long hall, back to WL4. With her head never not where it needs to be when it comes to a No Holds Barred match, she’s happy to kill some time in the interim.

CARLISLE: “Business, yeah? What business brings you to a wrestling show?”

LEANDER IV: “I wanted to give Perry a copy of his tab. I’m disappointed though, he didn’t get to six figures. Also, wanted to talk to you about next season… Some changes may be coming to get to the next level.”

Aidan archs a brow as she catches another pass. She mulls his words over as she spins the ball in her hands and tosses it in the air a few times. WL’s mind was always working when it came to the team, she wasn’t surprised he was already looking forward to next season.

CARLISLE: “Changes, eh?”

LEANDER IV: “Well, we can’t be insane, expecting the different results from the same thing over and over again. We moved on from Katrina and London and brought in Cassidy. Changed a few things on offense but not to bring us all the way to the Wondercup. The kid Hartman looks like a star and who knows, maybe someone else will fall into our laps. There’s no real offseason, just a larger gap between games for Rachel and myself.”

Aidan nods as he speaks, following his line of thinking. When he trails off, she throws the ball back to him again. She watches, waiting for another pass, but there’s an expectant look on her face as she waits to hear more.

CARLISLE: “I hear you. I like Hannah too. If we can get her, she’ll be great. But, you’re here talking to me, so… Is this about not wanting me at Tight End anymore?”

LEANDER IV: “Like I said; Big changes may be coming. You already have my proposal on paper. I just wanted to see how your spiral was. We can talk about it… Tomorrow. After you take home the Title tonight.”

The tiniest of frowns crossed her face when he mentioned ‘big changes,’ but she forces a smile at his comment about her championship shot in the Main Event.

CARLISLE: “Well, depending on how it goes, we might have to have that talk on Facetime. Not sure I’ll be in traveling shape right away.”

LEANDER IV: “I’ll have my people Skype your people then.”

He tosses the football back one last time.

LEANDER IV: “Make sure you take a good look at that football. And good luck tonight. ”

Aidan catches the ball with practiced ease, but resists looking at it for the time being. She wasn’t sure she knew what he was on about. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, really.

CARLISLE: “Thanks, Coach.”

She watches as WL departs before she turns back from the corridor, ready to get changed. She looks down at the ball in her hands, slowly turning it. After a few moments, she smiles again and pushes the door to her locker room open, disappearing inside.

HEADLINE
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER MATCH
ALESSANDRO QUAGLIATERRE VS. CYRUS RIDDLE

POWERS: ”The following number one contender match for the Pride Championship is scheduled for one fall!”

The lights dim out to an almost pitch black darkness. The crowd falls silent wondering what is happening. The sound of a woman screams.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The lights turn back on illuminating brightly around the arena. Music subtly preludes into the arena, with a continuous phonetic utterance echoing around the venue by the same female who was screaming.

“Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum

Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum

Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum

Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum”

“Disturbia” by Rihanna then plays on the sound system, and the crowd immediately responded with a mixed reception. Alessandro Quagliaterre then bursts through the curtain full of energy. They are decisive in their indifference, not sure whether to love or hate him with the tension at a knife edge. He soaks in the atmosphere and poses at the top of the ramp with a couple of dabs. He elongates this action for a considerable length of time, and this pisses the crowd off.

“No more gas in the red

Can’t even get it started

Nothing heard, nothing said

Can’t even speak about it

All my life on my head

Don’t want to think about it

Feels like I’m going insane

Yeah”

“It’s a thief in the night

To come and grab you

It can creep up inside you

And consume you

A disease of the mind

It can control you

It’s too close for comfort”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first!”

He smiles back at the crowd, unaffected by their response, and then in his own time, he slowly walks down the ramp without a care in the world.

POWERS: ”Introducing from Alpine, New Jersey… weighing in at two hundred forty pounds… ALESSANDRO… QQUUAAGGLLIIAATTEERRRREE!!!”

He really drags this on and extends the crowd patience to it fullest by taking as long as he wants. The audience gets frustrated throwing, even more, shade in the direction of Alessandro, but he brushes it off.

“Throw on your brake lights

We’re in the city of wonder

Ain’t gonna play nice

Watch out, you might just go under

Better think twice

Your train of thought will be altered

So if you must falter be wise

Your mind is in Disturbia”

“It’s like the darkness is the light

Disturbia

Am I scaring you tonight

Your mind is in Disturbia

Ain’t used to what you like

Disturbia

Disturbia”

He then finally reaches the ring, and slowly walks up the steel steps, and poses some more on the turnbuckle, to really rub it into the crowd that he has arrived. He then flips down, waiting patiently by the corner of the ring, ready to unleash all types of hell on his opponent.

POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

Lights within the arena are killed as static fills the sound system and “Alpha and Omega” by King 810 begins to play subsequently.

“Welcome to the truth

God made me in his image

Who the fuck made you?

You want my voice from me?

You can have it, just know

I sound like this because the Devil has my throat.”

From behind the curtain, Cyrus Riddle emerges. With a black bandana wrapped around his face and a Kylla custom hooded leather vest decorated in blood splatter with two switchblades going through his initials designed on the back, he stands firm and examines the crowd with all to be seen on his face being his gaze. He holds up two fingers to the crowd with his arms outstretched before making his walk to the ring.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring. He weighs in at two hundred thirty pounds and hails from New York City by way of London, England. He is the ‘Archetype!’ ‘The Impaler!’ CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE!!!”

Cyrus approaches the ring with a confidence in his steps, accompanied only by the subtle hints of methodical approach as if to be zeroed in on a victim.

“Bitch! I am the powers that be!

I am Christ crucified on the T!

I am the alphaaaaa!

And the omegaaaaa!”

Cyrus’ ascends the middle outside turnbuckle as the chorus begins to play, pulling the bandana from his face and throwing the hood backward only to mouth the next part in imitation of the lyrics.

“I’m the Messiah, the gnashing of teeth

No one meets death until they see me!

I am the Alphaaaaa! And the Omegaaaaa!”

His trademark smirk followed by a tongue glide along his bottom lip can be seen as he looks around the arena and jumps down to climb between the top and middle ropes. In the middle of the ring, he removes his vest slowly to reveal his heavily tattooed body and physique, not without that always evident bit of arrogance. He tosses the jacket over to the ring attendant and stands in the corner calmly, awaiting.

VASSA: ”Both of these men have been on quite the tear lately, earning themselves an opportunity tonight to compete for the Pride Championship number one contendership.”

JOHNSON: ”These men have been racking up some impressive wins over the last few shows and it’s finally paid off for them tonight.”

VASSA: ”Despite any controversy or whatever, you can’t take away from these two and the level they have risen to inside of that ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Cyrus Riddle has been making waves since crossing over from Octane to Adrenaline, where he belonged in the first place I’d like to add. He scored a huge win over Chris Madison at Winter Wasteland and another huge win to follow up two weeks ago against Anastasia Hayden, the number one contender for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: ”Alessandro remains undefeated since signing with 4CW months ago. Two weeks ago, he scored the biggest win of his 4CW career against Chris Madison, a name that not many can claim to putting down.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about it. These guys have worked their butts off to get themselves in this spot they’re in tonight. This comes with both good and bad news. For us, it’s good news because we get one Hell of a match to watch. The bad news is for them as only one will be able to press forward and challenge Jair Hopkins for the Pride Championship at Retrograde.”

VASSA: ”It’s going to be a messy match and no matter how much Cyrus enjoys it when things are messy, it isn’t going to be an easy night for either.”

With both men ready for action, the official wastes no time throwing his hand into the air and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Pumped up, Alessandro quickly exits his corner while across from him, Cyrus remains in his, watching Alessandro’s every movement. Finally making it to the center of the ring, Alessandro stands there with a cocky grin on his face as he looks across at Cyrus. The two stare at one another for a moment before finally Cyrus pushes himself away from the corner, slowly approaching Alessandro. He doesn’t go straight for him, instead he drifts to Alessandro’s right before circling him. Not taking his eyes off Cyrus, Alessandro follows his movements, turning his body and keeping it square with Cyrus.

Cyrus doesn’t rush into things. He continues to slowly circle Alessandro, reading him. Only thing is, Alessandro didn’t come here tonight for reading lessons. He came to throw hands and that’s exactly what erupted inside of the ring as he darted towards Cyrus, swinging with a right aimed for his head. Cyrus quickly leaned over to his right, avoiding Alessandro’s hand as it whipped past his head. What he didn’t expect was the knee that followed as Alessandro slamming it upward into his mid section. One knee was all it took to bring his defense to an abrupt stop, allowing Alessandro to connect with a punch to the side of the head that followed.

Swinging with a left, Alessandro’s arm was caught as Cyris locked onto it, pulling him into a knee of his own. With both hands locked onto Alessandro’s arm, there wasn’t anything to defend the headbutt that Alessandro countered with, knocking Cyrus silly and sending him stumbling backwards a couple of steps. Before Cyrus could even shake it off, Alessandro charged him, hitting him with a lariat and knocking him flat on his back. Cyrus rolled over to his stomach to push himself up but there was Alessandro, kicking him in the stomach as he pushed himself up to all fours. The kick flipped him over to his back as well as knocked the air from his lungs.

JOHNSON: ”That’s one way to keep an opponent down!”

VASSA: ”I swear he’s going to kill someone with that big ass head one day.”

JOHNSON: ”Here we go again. His head isn’t even that big.”

VASSA: ”Debatable. He could tip over an eighteen wheeler with that thing.”

Alessandro pulls Riddle up from the mat and as Riddle gets to his feet, Alessandro is taken by surprise. Wrapping both arms around Alessandro’s waist, Riddle begins driving him backwards and across the ring. With both arms, Alessandro swings down, hitting Riddle over the back with exchanging forearms. Although each forearm seems to slow Riddle’s progress down little by little, he continues driving forward and pushing Alessandro backwards. Closing in on the ropes, Alessandro grabs onto Riddle before turning his body and ripping Riddle away from him. Using Riddle’s momentum, Alessandro throws him to the ropes, sending him through them. Riddle grabs the middle rope as he goes through, using it to guide himself before crashing down onto the apron.

Pounding his chest, Alessandro begins to pump himself up. He then begins punching himself in the head, yes, his own head. Back and forth, Alessandro psyches himself up as Riddle slowly begins pulling himself up on from the apron. Just as Riddle fully stands, Alessandro locks in his sights. Running forward to the ropes, Alessandro slams his head over the top rope, hitting Riddle with a running headbutt and sending him flying backwards off the apron before crashing to the floor.

JOHNSON: ”Zidane Headbutt!”

VASSA: ”Someone call an ambulance! Someone call that poor girl Scarlet and let her know Cyrus’ head has been smashed.”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down Vinny, it isn’t that bad. He’s not de–“

VASSA: ”He could be a potato now for all we know!”

As Riddle lies on his back and Alessandro inside of the ring, the official begins the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Pacing the ring, Alessandro keeps his eyes locked on Cyrus down below who is now barely beginning to move after the nasty fall.

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Down but not out, Cyrus rolls over to his back and pushes himself up to all fours.

“Seven! … Eight! … Nine!”

Hearing the official shout “nine” and seeing Riddle still down on the outside floor, Alessandro knew he wasn’t going to make it back inside of the ring before the full ten count. So instead, Alessandro quickly slid to the mat, underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. He could have waited another second and this match would be over already, but no. Alessandro came to 4CW for the competition, not cheap wins, especially one following the controversial ending two weeks ago between him and Madison. Now that Alessandro was on the outside as well, the official restarted the ten count.

“One!”

Grabbing Riddle by the head, Alessandro gave him a bit of assistance as he pulled him to his feet, something that Riddle appeared to be struggling with at the moment after suffering the impact of Alessandro’s headbutt.

“Two!”

What Alessandro didn’t expect was the elbow shot to the stomach that Cyrus gave him shortly following. The blow itself was enough to force Alessandro to release him.

“Three!”

Still in a bent over position, Riddle swung upward as he stood tall, connecting with a European uppercut.

“Four!”

The impact knocked Alessandro back a step. Stepping in, Riddle then hit him with a second European uppercut.

“Five!”

Knocking Alessandro backwards into the side of the ring, Cyrus had him cornered with nowhere to go as he stepped in, hitting him with a third European uppercut.

“Six!”

The three blows had Alessandro’s legs loose and he was seeing stars. Grabbing Alessandro by the head, Riddle pulled him along the side of the ring before slamming attempting to slam him face first into the ring post. Alessandro threw his hands up, pressing them against the ring post and stopping the forward movement of his head before the collision.

“Seven!”

He then grabbed Riddle, pulling him around and slamming his back against the corner of the ring. Before Riddle could react, Alessandro drew his arm back, holding him in place with his other hand before swinging.

DDDOOONNNGGG!!!

“Eight!”

Alessandro’s fist slammed against the ring post as Riddle managed to duck out of the way at the last possible split second. Grabbing Ahold of Alessandro’s head with both hands, Riddle held it in place as he slammed his head forward, hitting Alessandro with a headbutt of his own!

“Nine!”

He then rolled Alessandro back into the ring.

“Te–“

Following right behind, Riddle slid into the ring, just barely beating the ten count and keeping the match alive.

VASSA: ”That headbutt might be effective as fuck, but I don’t know how much that hand is going to be after.”

JOHNSON: ”He managed to save himself from eating the ring post but then turned around and did damage to himself with that missed punch thrown for Cyrus’ head.”

VASSA: ”I just want to put this out there. Had he stayed in the ring in the first place, this match would already be over with. Cyrus was down on the floor at the nine count. There was no way he was getting up and back into the ring within a second.”

JOHNSON: ”Some people don’t want to win that easily. Alessandro already has controversy surrounding his last match against Chris Madison. Adding another directly after isn’t going to give him the momentum he needs if he were to advance and challenge Jair for the Pride Championship.”

On his feet, Cyrus slowly followed behind Alessandro as he crawled across the ring, struggling to put all of his weight down onto the same hand that connected with the ring post. Alessandro went to reach forward, leaving his hurt hand on the mat exposed and unprotected. Raising his foot high into the air, Riddle stepped forward, slamming his foot down and crushing Alessandro’s hurt hand. He then pulled Alessandro up to his feet, positioning himself beside him and locking onto him. Alessandro tried to pull himself away from Cyrus, but his hand just didn’t have the strength to do so before Cyrus dropped him to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep.

Although he was dropped with a Russian leg sweep, all Alessandro could feel was the lingering effects he felt in his hand. Holding it with his other hand over his stomach, he remained on his back as Cyrus climbed to his feet. Standing to Alessandro’s side, Cyrus then began hitting him with repeated knee drops, not focused at Alessandro’s body but his hand that he tried so hard to protect but couldn’t. Pulling Alessandro up, Cyrus then lifted him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and before you knew it, he dropped Alessandro across his knee with a neckbreaker. Alessandro bounced from his knee, flipping over and smacking his face against the mat as he crashed onto it. Immediately, Cyrus rolled Alessandro over to his back and made the cover as the official raced over with the count.

ONE

.

.

TW–

Popping a shoulder up from the mat, Alessandro broke up the officials count, leaving a look of anger across Cyrus’ face while doing so. Remaining on top of Alessandro, Cyrus began to hit him over and over in the head with elbows. Despite Alessandro’s thick skull, each blow took its toll. After nearly a dozen elbow shots, Cyrus looks somewhat satisfied as he pushed himself up to his feet. Hopping over Alessandro’s body, Cyrus darted for the ropes and as he came back on the return, he landed a perfectly aimed jumping knee drop to Alessandro’s shoulder. Popping back to his feet, Cyrus jumped again, coming down with a second knee drop to the same exact spot. Standing tall, Cyrus then turned to the ropes behind him. He hit them hard, and even bounced off even harder and with each step he gained more speed before leaping into the air as high as he could. It was at that moment that Alessandro erupted to his feet, catching Cyrus in mid air before driving him down into the canvas with a spinebuster!

VASSA: ”OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”It was if Alessandro was playing possum, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch Cyrus off guard and strike!”

The move was enough to slow Riddle down, in fact keep him down. He wasn’t the only one in pain though. Alessandro was slow to recover the damages sustained before shifting the entire momentum of the match. With both men down, the official began the ten count once again.

“One! … Two!”

Both men slowly rolled in opposite directions as the count continued.

“Three! … Four!”

Now separated, both men began to push themselves up to all fours.

“Five! … Six!”

At the same time, the rose to their knees, unaware of the others progress.

“Seven! … Eight!”

Pressing forward, Cyrus stood to his feet first, ending the officials count. Looking across from him, he locked his eyes on Alessandro who was still on his knees but attempting to stand tall. Quickly, Cyrus moved in towards him, hoping to catch him unnoticed in the perfect position for a surprised attack. Alessandro on the other hand, it was if he could sense Cyrus getting closer and closer. Bursting to his feet, he grabbed Cyrus underneath both arms, lifting his feet inches above the mat before driving him backwards across the ring. Their destination would be the corner where Alessandro slammed Cyrus’ back against it. With plenty of fight in him, Cyrus began to wail onto Alessandro with left and right forearms, but it didn’t phase Alessandro one bit. He took a few steps backwards, still holding onto Cyrus and dragging him along. Repositioning his hands, he locked them behind Cyrus back as both arms wrapped around his body. Lifting Cyrus even higher into the air, Alessandro then slammed him to the mat as hard as he could with a belly to belly suplex.

The adrenaline rushed through Alessandro’s body as he jumped to his feet. He began to psyche himself up for only a short moment before he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Cyrus pushing himself up. Rushing over to him, Alessandro hit him over the back with a double axe-handle, knocking him flat to the mat. Pulling Cyrus up but keeping his head down and body bent over, Alessandro dragged him towards the corner before throwing him forward with all of his strength. Cyrus’ body went through the ropes, slamming his shoulder against the ring post. With Cyrus body halfway through the ropes, Alessandro grabbed each of his legs, lifting them up and elevating his entire body with the other half help up from the ropes. Kicking one foot up, he slammed his foot into Cyrus stomach, forcing him to release the ropes he was holding onto. Taking a few steps backwards, Alessandro dragged him back fully into the ring before rolling him over to his back.

Walking around to the other side of Cyrus, Alessandro stood over his head, looking down to him with a smirk across his face, He then came down across Cyrus’ throat with an elbow drop. He pushed himself up, that smirk still there and again, he dropped another elbow drop across Cyrus throat. Pulling Cyrus to his feet, Alessandro then lifted him up backwards onto his shoulders, attempting to maneuver him into a torture rack. Cyrus managed to slip out of his hold, dropping to his feet behind Alessandro. Immediately, Alessandro spun around, throwing an elbow for Cyrus head only to have his arm caught by Cyrus instead. Pulling Alessandro in even closer, Cyrus wrapped him up before lifting him into the air and spinning, throwing him down to the mat with a side suplex.

Both men raced to their feet, Cyrus standing tall first but not long before Alessandro rushed in. He kicked Alessandro in the stomach as he closed in, stopping him in place. Grabbing onto Alessandro’s arm, he then pulled him in for a short-arm clothesline, only to miss as Alessandro ducked underneath and stepped in behind him. Alessandro went to lock in a full nelson but Cyrus quickly escaped as he powered through and slammed both of his arms down. He thought he had escaped, but he didn’t expect what was to follow next. Alessandro wrapped both of his arms around Cyrus’ body and both arms before lifting him up and driving him into the canvas with a straight jacket suplex! Crawling over Cyrus’ body, Alessandro hooked his leg for the pin as the official slid in beside them with the count.

ONE

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.

TW–

JOHNSON: ”Kickout!”

VASSA: ”That short-arm clothesline reversal led to a huge straight jacket suplex, but it just wasn’t enough to keep Riddle down for the three count.”

JOHNSON: ”He couldn’t even keep him down for a full two count! There’s still some left in both of these men.”

VASSA: ”But how much? That’s the question I would like to know the answer to.”

Pushing himself up to his knees, Alessandro looked down at Cyrus. He then grabbed ahold of Cyrus’ head with one hand, holding it in place before swinging down with his other hand, hitting Cyrus across the throat with a chop. He then stood tall and also pulled Cyrus to his feet. Grabbing Cyrus by the arm, he then took a few steps backwards, dragging Cyrus along before throwing him to the corner as hard as he could. The corner wasn’t far, it was only a quarter of the ring away which didn’t give Cyrus any time whatsoever to brace himself before crashing chest first into it. Cyrus bounced off, taking a couple of steps back before being plowed by Alessandro rushing in behind him and hitting him with a lariat to the back of the head. Cyrus fell forward, slamming his face against the middle turnbuckle before completely making it to the mat. Alessandro rolled him over to his back and then grabbing onto the top rope, Alessandro stepped down onto Cyrus throat, applying all of his weight onto it. To make matters worse, he then used the ropes for leverage, applying even more pressure across Cyrus’ throat. As Alessandro choked the lift out of Cyrus, the official rushed in beside him, barking orders for him to release the illegal move but it was if they were not heard at all. Alessandro continued to choke Cyrus illegally, forcing the officials hand and the oncoming five count that shortly began after.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

Using every bit of the five count as he possibly could, Alessandro released the ropes and pulled his foot away from Cyrus’ throat before the official could complete it. The official forced himself between Cyrus and Alessandro, backing Alessandro to the other side of the ring and giving him a warning for the illegal hold. Acting innocent, Alessandro held his arms up, acting as if he did nothing wrong at all. The official wasn’t buying it and continued to give him a tongue lashing, and not the kind he so desperately wanted to give his ex-wife below the belt. Across the ring from him, Cyrus pulled himself up with use of the ropes. He was out of breath, fighting for every bit of air he could inhale. Not only that, but the print of Alessandro’s boot could literally be seen marked across Cyrus’ skin. Seeing Riddle up, Alessandro slapped his hands together, nodding his head at the official and acting as if he were truly sorry. He then stepped by the official and headed straight across the ring.

Reaching out with both hands, Alessandro went to grab ahold of Cyrus, only to receive a shoulder to the stomach as Cyrus ducked down and burst forward. Cyrus the exploded upward, connecting with a European uppercut and knocking Alessandro’s head back, forcing him to look up at the lights. The uppercut dazed him as he took a step back. Turning to the ropes, Cyrus then took off for them. Bouncing off, Cyrus gained speed with each step closing in before nearly taking Alessandro’s head off with a Yakuza kick! Alessandro was laid out on his back as Cyrus continued on his feet to the ropes ahead of him. Bouncing off those, he then came back with a sliding dropkick to the side of Alessandro’s head. Back up, Cyrus then moved his position at Alessandro’s feet. He raised one of Alessandro’s legs, holding it up momentarily for a chance to catch his breath. Cyrus then went to grab Alessandro’s other leg…

JOHNSON: ”I’ve studied enough tape of Riddle’s to know that he’s going for a deathlo–“

VASSA: ”Not if Alessandro has anything to say about it!”

reaching up, Alessandro grabbed Cyrus by the head with both hands, pulling it down as he lifted his up from the mat, hitting Cyrus with a headbutt right between the eyes. Alessandro then pulled Cyrus completely down, maneuvering him into a modified gogoplata!

JOHNSON: ”Sweet Dreams! Alessandro has him locked in the Sweet Dreams!”

VASSA: ”This could get messy, and not the messy that we all know Cyrus enjoys!”

Alessandro gets his shin in place across Cyrus’ throat, leaving him nowhere to go or any chance of escaping. Cyrus didn’t go down without a fight, though. He tried pulling his head away from Alessandro to create some space between his throat and Alessandro’s shin.

JOHNSON: ”Cyrus is trying to escape but Alessandro has that moved locked in and secured.”

Blood began to come from Cyrus’ mouth as Alessandro kept the move tightly secured. Second by second, Cyrus face turned various shades of red before even transitioning to a bluish hue after nearly half a minute.

VASSA: ”He’s completely cut off Cyrus’ air supply. I don’t know how much longer he can withstand this if he doesn’t get himself free.”

We reach a full minute and still Cyrus continues to struggle, trying to pry himself away from Alessandro. His efforts begin to die down little by little as Alessandro keeps the maneuver in tact, and before you know it, Cyrus’ arms dropped to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Is he breathing?!”

The official grabbed Cyrus’ arm, raising it into the air before letting it drop. He then raised it a second time, released his hold and again, it dropped to the mat. Lifting Cyrus’ arm for the third and final time, the official held it up just a little bit longer before releasing it.

It dropped for the third time.

VASSA: ”NNOOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s three and this one is over!”

Alessandro released the hold, allowing Cyrus to slither to the mat and roll over to his back. Pushing himself up, Alessandro looked down at Cyrus one final time before looking out over the Oklahoma City crowd. Throwing his hand in the air, the official then called for the bell.

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

Next to follow was him raising Alessandro’s arm into the air, officially declaring him the winner here tonight as “Disturbia” began to play throughout the arena.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, and new number one contender for the Pride Championship… ALESSANDRO QQUUAAGGLLIIAATTEERRRREE!!!”

Alessandro kept his arm raised high, even after the official released it. Moving forward, he walked over to the corner, climbing to the top and never once looking back at Cyrus still down on the mat. However, the official dropped down beside Cyrus, checking in with him. He finally began to show signs of life, but was still out of it and in a world of his own.

VASSA: ”There you have it folks! We have the number one contender for the Pride Championship lined up!”

JOHNSON: ”Alessandro Quagliaterre will meet Jair Hopkins in the ring at Retrograde with the belt on the line!”

VASSA: ”These two have some history revolving around Alessandro’s ex. I’m more than excited to see how this plays out.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re still five weeks out from Retrograde but that’s a lot of time for anything to happen and I mean anything.”

VASSA: ”As long as it involves A-cups and down on all fours I can’t wait!”

An empty hallway was an unusual thing to see during any live event. The backstage area was always booming with staff of various levels running around, making sure their jobs were taken care of so the show went smoothly. It wasn’t something seen but something heard that caught the attention of the cameras as they cut backstage. Pushing into a locker room where the door was cracked open, the source of the noise came into view. It was Jason Cashe and he was getting jiggy with it as he danced around with headphones on. Like a howling and dying dog, he blurted out the words to the song “My Love is the Shhhh” by SFP aka Something For The People. An older song but one that Cashe just had to groove too when he heard it.

CASHE: ”SATISFACTION IS GUARANTEED!”

Eyes closed, he believed he was all alone and didn’t have cameras showing him off to the world watching. Doing a full spin and thrust as the chorus comes back into song he opens his eyes and jumps away from the cameras filming the whole thing.

CASHE: ”The hell!? I didn’t request any airtime damnit! Why are you here? Get out..”

Removing his headphones from his ears, he lets the fall to the back of his neck. Pushing at the camera and walking to the door to show it the way out. Before he can kick the camera out, a visitor shows up in the doorway. Almost forgetting they had talked to hang out, Cashe looked mildly surprised for a moment before greeting the man who had come to see him.

CASHE: ”James Motherfuckin’ Shark! What it DO!?”

SHARK: “TIME TO GET SPESSAL!”

The two greet with a slapping shake of the hands and a pull in to do that whole bro hug thing. The cameraman seeing a rare meeting, pulls back and stays on scene. The HKW and MLC Legend was in a 4CW building. The fans weren’t expecting but it was a big moment, what was dude doing here. The questions would be asked but this wasn’t for business, it was just two folks getting together to throw some dice on the night.

SHARK: ”Caveman Cashe! What’s good doggystyle? Told you I was comin’ through, you still want to ride out right?”

CASHE: ”No doubt. My night done bout over now. Had my match, got my work in and paid in full for the night. Let me get my stuff right quick though! Come on in..”

Turning back into the room, Cashe waves for Shark to enter. They had talked a few times on Twitter and at one time a handful of people wanted them to throw hands but that never went down. They talked and got along which was rare when the status was top shelf like it was for both their names in the circles they came from. As Cashe got his shit together be it his gear scattered on the floor or the plate of food he had sitting on the bench. His locker room was often on the trashed side of appearance. Pointing at the plate, Cashe offers Shark something to snack on.

CASHE: ”Want some fruit? Got some fresh grapes, imported from some fucking place. I forget the location..”

The camera pans towards James at just the right moment to see his smile disappear completely. He stares at the plate of grapes for a few seconds before slowly looking back up at Cashe and crossing his arms.

SHARK: ”Oh Imported right? Are you fucking with me right now my guy?”

Cashe laughed as he turned to Shark and reached to grab a single grape off the plate. Popping it into his mouth, he chews it.

CASHE: ”Of course I am! These just some local grapes. Like I’m the type to import shit, come on. Who you take me for? I can’t even spell Garamunde or Otjiwarongo!”

James just stands there staring hard at Cashe, he crosses his arms even tighter against his chest.

SHARK: ”My guy… look. Does it look like you be ticklin’ my funny bones right now!? No, cuz the shit ain’t funny. I ain’t come here for all that bullshit breh. Poppin’ grapes into your mouth half naked like that painting of that fat chick in my bathroom. Chill. You know I don’t fuck with that dumb shit!”

CASHE: ”Man, calm down! Just giving you a hard time. You bring that good though?”

James continues to just stare at Cashe before shaking his head and finally cracking a smile, shaking off the sensitive thoughts he had regarding the topic Cashe had tried to bring up. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a container.

SHARK: ”You even got to ask? Shit. Only the finest if I’m getting my hands on it. What’chu think?”

CASHE: ”Bet! Bout to blow O’s of that Good as we cruise them roads, let folks get in our lane tonight!”

SHARK: ”I feel I’ma regret this whole idea..

Shaking his head as he removes the sun glasses from his face, pausing for a moment.

SHARK: “But then again, if your ass get me into trouble, it wasn’t me my nigga.”

James puts his hands up defensively as if he is already trying to explain things to his wife.

SHARK: “I’m a new man tomorrow, we get locked up or end up on the news, it simply wasn’t me. Let’s go crazy.”

James Shark was known to talk shit like Mohammad Ali and whoop a dude’s ass like Ali just the same. His respect for what he done did in the business be it Wrestling or MMA was well known and spoken across the lands. Where as Cashe was more that Tyson type, quick to bite a motherfucker or hit em with that body hook and uppercut to watch they knees buckle. They both knew that about one another and while part of Cashe would have LOVED to test them skills, he was good as gold to break bread with dude and maybe call the dude his homie.

The camera departs from the two men as their laughter clouds up the locker room.

MAIN EVENT
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
NO HOLDS BARRED

AIDAN CARLISLE VS. GENEVIE CARLSON ©

POWERS: “The following contest is our Main Event for the evening and is a No Holds Barred match for the 4CW XTV Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…”

Two missile-like pink fireballs launch from above the ring toward the entrance, igniting the stage in a wall of pink flame. Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of Disturbed’s “Immortalized” fill the arena. Through the dimmed lights and flame she surveys the audience, smirking like a predator from ear to ear. She soaks in the reaction from the crowd, holding her arms out to either side, tilting her head back, and letting the electric guitar get her revved up for the impending match.

“This is war time, this is our time

We won’t be denied, feed the fire that is raging inside

This is go time, this is showtime

We will fight ’til their wills are broken

This is game time, and insane time

Let the madness fly, show the strength that just can’t be defied

Find the power, to devour

Let the beast inside now be woken

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Hell’s Kitchen, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty-five pounds… She is the Alpha Bitch, AIDAAANNN CAAARRRLIIISLLLEE!!!”

“In this world only the strong will survive

Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive

Feel the energy build in your soul

‘Cause it’s time

As she strides down the aisle, she points in either direction, acknowledging packs of cheering fans throughout the crowd. Her smirk is firmly fixed on her lips as she ascends the stairs and ducks between the ropes.

“Oh, In the calm before the storm

Another legend will be born

Another battle will be won

We will rise

Oh, So heed the call of confrontation

Today we feed on domination

Secure a legacy that will never die

Be immortalized”

Aidan turns in a slow circle, gesturing for the audience to give her more before she takes off her jacket and tosses it into the timekeeper’s area.

POWERS: “And now, introducing the Champion…”

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. The XTV Championship attached around her waist 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. Removing the belt from her waist as she does.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred thirty-six pounds, she is ‘THE BOSTON GENIE’ and your 4CW XTV Champion… 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, rubbing the XTV Championship as she walks down the ramp. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, She sits her belt on the apron before she herself hops up.. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss before picking up her title and holding her title up high, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes clutching the title close to her chest, and standing up in the ring as she holds her belt up high mouthing the words “BOW DOWN.”

“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’ boos 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, before then walking her belt over to the referee and placing it into his hands, lecturing him about not putting a scratch on it.

JOHNSON: “You know, I can’t even recall the last time the XTV or Extreme Championship was the Main Event match outside the Warzone of Horrors.”

VASSA: “If memory serves me, Steve, it was all the way back at Adrenaline Seven, on July Twenty-Eighth of Twenty-Fourteen.”

JOHNSON: “…How the hell do you remember that Vinny?”

VASSA: “I have no idea.”

JOHNSON: “Your bizarre memory aside, that makes this match all the more prestigious for these two.”

VASSA: “The prestige is for whoever walks away the Champion, Steve.”

As Aidan and Genie settle into their corners, the referee checks with each of them in turn. Aidan gives a stoic nod, staring Genie down across the ring. Genie doesn’t even acknowledge the ref. In spite of that, the official is satisfied and calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell finishes sounding, the two women make a circuit of the ring, circling one another methodically. Genie has her eyes glued to Aidan, looking for any weakness or opening. Even as the crowd starts taunting her, she keeps her focus.

“Aidan’s gonna killlll you! … Aidan’s gonna killlll you! … Aidan’s gonna killlll you!”

After raising both hands and ‘conducting’ the audience, Aidan lunges. Genie throws a leg up, looking for a kick that never lands because Aidan brought herself up short. Carlisle steps back, laughing at how she made Genie flinch. Carlson snarls in anger and throws herself forward, unleashing a flurry of forearm shots.

The two hit the corner and Genie climbs up onto the second rope to trap Aidan in place. She keeps raining down the forearms until Aidan hooks her legs and lifts her up, spinning around and depositing Genie on the top rope before leaping up to catch her with a hurricanrana. Genie tumbles across the ring and rolls back to her feet, whipping around to get her eyes back on her opponent.

As soon as Aidan clears the corner Genie sprints forward, hitting a front dropkick. Aidan stumbles back into the ropes and Carlson charges. Aidan drops and grabs the top rope, pulling it down and sending Genie out of the ring. As soon as Carlson hits the floor outside, she starts to get up. Aidan turns and leaps up onto the top rope, launching off with her feet and landing practically on top of Genie with a springboard flying forearm.

JOHNSON: “Things are starting off fast and furious here as both Aidan Genie try to establish a rhythm early on. A bit of uncharacteristic taunting from Aidan didn’t work out in her favor, but she’s managed to recover.”

VASSA: “I think we need more taunting, frankly. Less sportsmanship bullshit and more anger! Let’s see some real hate-fueled fights!”

Before Carlson can get away, Aidan lays into her with several vicious stomps to the midsection. Genie manages to swing her legs around and hit a drop toe hold, giving herself time to get back to her feet and slide back into the ring under the bottom rope. Aidan is hot on her trail, but Genie is on her feet first and returns the favor with stomps of her own.

As Aidan sits up, Genie drops down behind her and presses a knee into her spine, grabbing both arms and pulling them backward! Aidan strains against the hold, beginning to muscle her arms toward one another as Genie fights to maintain the hold. Genie grinds her knee in and pulls back harder, managing to regain the ground she had lost.

Carlisle changes tactics, planting both feet on the mat and beginning to push upward. Aidan battles her way to her feet, throwing Genie off balance just enough to get an arm free! She grabs the back of Genie’s head and hits a sitout jawbreaker! Carlson snaps backwards holding her chin, just managing to catch herself on the ropes.

As Aidan surges forward, Genie comes off of the ropes and hits a roundhouse kick! Carlisle staggers and Carlson seizes the opportunity, whipping Aidan into the ropes! Aidan leaps into the air off of the rebound, like she’s looking for a DDT! Genie catches her legs and reverses with an Alabama slam, immediately going for the pin!

ONE

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TW—KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Oh come on, did she really think this match could end before we had some bloodshed?!”

JOHNSON: “Genevie knows she has to seize on every opportunity, Vinny. It’s a sound strategy.”

VASSA: “The people don’t want strategy, Steve. They want blood!”

JOHNSON: “Unfortunately, you’re not wrong.”

Genie slaps the mat in frustration, but hurries back to her feet. Aidan is already ahead and catches Genie with a spear that takes them both to the mat! Carlisle begins raining down the elbows while the crowd counts them off!

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight! … Nine!

Aidan pulls Genie up off of the mat by the hair and then gives her a wicked headbutt!

“Ten!”

Both women are on their feet almost at the same time, though Genie seems slightly dizzy for a moment. Aidan lunges for a clothesline, but Genie ducks under and hits the opposite ropes, coming off for a flying clothesline of her own! The impact sends Carlisle rolling across the mat as Carlson hits the ropes again.

Aidan rolls out of the ring, landing on her feet… and Genie sails over the top rope with a diving crossbody! Carlson hits the mark and her body collides with her opponent at full force. Genie and Aidan both tumble across the floor in a tangle of limbs, throwing forearms and elbows and punches. Oh my!

Genevie comes out on top and begins throwing hammer fists like a woman possessed. She lands half a dozen stiff shots before Aidan manages to grab one arm and use the leverage to throw Genie off of her. The audience boos and jeers as Genie throws her arms out to the side, taunting them right back. She plants her boot in Aidan’s stomach and goes to walk across her, but Carlisle grabs her leg for a dragon screw that whips Carlson back first into the ringside barricade!

Aidan leaves Genie there on the floor and turns her attention back to the ring. She throws the apron cover up and begins to dig underneath. After a moment of holding her back in pain, Genevie begins to do the same on the adjacent side! The pair drag out a plethora of foreign objects, scattering them across the floor for later use.

JOHNSON: “I can’t tell if they are looking for something specific under there, or just laying out all the possibilities!”

VASSA: “I don’t care, as long as things start to get bloody! Come on, this is a no holds barred match, let’s see it!”

JOHNSON: “With all the enmity between Aidan and Genie, I’m sure you’ll get your fill, Vinny, just be patient.”

VASSA: “For one, I will never get my fill. Secondly, I have never been patient.”

Genie is the first one to stand with a pool stick, of all things, in her hands! She rounds the corner of the ring, stalking after Aidan. Carlisle sees her coming in time to stand, but Genie swings the pool stick before Aidan can put up a guard! The wood splinters, but doesn’t shatter completely, as it hits Aidan in the side! Carlisle snarls in pain, holding her side with one hand. Genie follows and swings again, this time breaking the pool stick across Aidan’s back!

Carlson tosses the broken weapon aside and continues to trail Aidan. She grabs a wrist and whips Carlisle back first into the steel stairs! The steps rattle and shift from the impact. Genie closes in, but Aidan grabs a handful of hair and smashes her face down into the stairs! Genie stumbles back and Aidan lays a chop across her chest, leaving a stinging red mark behind as the smack echoes through the arena.

Carlisle drives Genie back with a second chop! And a third! Aidan looks for a fourth, but Genie just barely manages to catch her hand in time! Reversing, Carlson whips Aidan back into the steps a second time! Aidan’s side, previously attacked with the pool stick, impacts first! The top and bottom sections of the steps separate after the blow, and Genie moves around, eyeing the top portion.

“Fuck her up Genie, fuck her up! *clap-clap* Fuck her up Genie, fuck her up”

Aidan holds her side and back for a moment, catching her breath. She begins to push herself up, using the lower portion of the stairs… only to have Genie bring the top section crashing down on her back! Aidan snarls in pain again and the crowd boos, but Genie swings a second time! The sound of steel on steel echoes as Carlisle rolls out of the way in time. The force and reverberation cause Genie to stumble back a few paces.

Once more Aidan begins to push herself up from the floor. She plants both hands on the bottom stair, getting a foot beneath herself. Genie has tossed the top step aside, and begins to grin as she sees an opening. Taking a few running strides, she jumps up into the air for a curbstomp to Aidan into the steel stair!!!

JOHNSON: “Stiletto Kiss from Genie!”

For the moment it looks like Aidan is down. She struggles to pull Aidan up by the ring gear, having a hard time getting a good hold for a few seconds. At last she rolls Carlisle in under the bottom rope and slides in after, right into a pin. The official is there in a flash for the count!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Aidan got the shoulder up! The match is still going! It looks like that extra time it took for Genie to get Aidan in the ring was enough for Aidan to regain her bearings after that Stiletto Kiss!”

VASSA: “Good! These fans are rabid and they still want more!”

JOHNSON: “The fans, Vinny, or you?”

VASSA: “The fans and I happen to be of a mind on the subject!”

Genie slams her hands on the mat in frustration, shouting at the ref to count faster next time. The official holds his ground, repeating to Genie that she only got the two count. Carlson slides back out of the ring, beginning to search through all the various things she had pulled out earlier. She sets a few aside, obviously intending to use them soon.

While Genie has been busy on the outside, Aidan has made it to her feet in the ring! A thin trickle of blood is running down her upper lip from the curbstomp from Carlson. Aidan sprints across the ring, sailing between the top and middle ropes with a suicide dive! She crashes right into Genie, driving her once again into the barricade! The crowd cheers wildly in response. The front row is on their feet, banging against the barricade and making a ruckus.

At the same time, both women grab one of the weapons that Genie had set aside… a leather strap! Aidan has one end and Genie has the other. Rather than start a tug of war… they both run right at each other! Carlisle surprises Genie by cracking the strap right across her face, leaving a red mark on her cheek! Genie’s eyes go wide for a moment before a look of anger crosses her face.

Carlson doubles the strap over in her hand and lets loose! The cracking sound echoes through the Chesapeake Energy Arena over and over as Genie swings, leaving red marks behind on Aidan’s sides, back, arms… any portion of exposed skin she can find! At last Aidan throws a kick into her stomach, interrupting the onslaught! But Genie catches her foot! Aidan thinks fast and does a backflip, catching Genie on the chin with a kick in the process!

Carlson stumbles into the apron, but has the presence of mind to roll into the ring and create some space. Aidan is hot on her tail. Genie runs for the other side of the ring, but Aidan stops her by looping the leather strap around her neck and jerking backward!!! Carlisle wraps the strap around her hands several times, crossing them behind Genie’s neck as she starts to choke her out!

Genie struggles wildly against the move, trying to get her fingers under the strap or to reach back and claw at Aidan’s hands, arms, or face! Carlisle dodges the attempts and soon Genie starts to fade! Carlson sags to the mat. Aidan holds on for a few seconds longer before she releases her hold on the strap and goes for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

The crowd can’t believe it! Genie opens her eyes, snickers, and gives Aidan an eye rake before rolling away. Carlson scoops up a sledge hammer from the floor, holding it with both hands like she’s daring Aidan to follow after her.

VASSA: “I think Genie was playing possum!”

JOHNSON: “I think you’re right. Genie knew she was in a bad spot and knew the only way she could get Aidan to let up was to pretend she’d gone unconscious. Say what you will, but Genie is certainly devious!”

Aidan shakes her head slowly as she looks to the outside where Genie is standing. She smirks, but no one can tell if she’s impressed or just amused. Carlisle drops back into the ropes and crosses the ring at breakneck speed, looking like she’s going for a tope con hilo! Genie raises the sledge high in preparation, but at the last second Aidan drops and hits a baseball slide instead!

The impact knocks the sledge out of Genie’s hands, but she reaches into a tiny pocket on her shorts and throws something into Aidan’s face! It could be sand, it could be salt, but either way Aidan staggers back, hurriedly wiping at her eyes to try to clear her vision. As the crowd boos, Genie gives them a royal wave and blows them a kiss.

Carlson then springs into action, charging at Aidan. Aidan scoops something up from the floor and swings! A barbed-wire wrapped 2×4 connects right with Genie’s stomach! Carlson spins around from the force, holding her stomach. The scratches from the barbed wire immediately begin to bleed. Aidan wastes no time, swinging the 2×4 into Genie’s back as she tries to retreat, shouting taunts at her as she does.

CARLISLE: “Who’s the baddest bitch now?!”

More scratches appear across Genie’s back. Aidan swings again and the second shot to Genie’s back splinters the wood, but the barbed wire mostly holds it together. Genie ducks a third swing and grabs Aidan by the hair, slamming her face down onto the announcer’s table! The trickle of blood from Aidan’s nose turns into a steady stream pouring down over her lips and chin! Aidan takes a fistful of Genie’s hair in return and slams her head into the closest ringpost! The impact splits open Genie’s forehead and blood begins to pour down her face as well!

Carlson manages to get her hands on the dropped 2×4 first and swings it at Aidan. Carlisle throws her arms up in a boxing-style guard just in time to absorb the blow! The 2×4 finishes splintering, but the barbed wire still leaves scratches all over Aidan’s arms. Genie hits a running clothesline that sends them both tumbling over the barricade into the timekeeper’s area! Before anyone can even think of stopping her, Genie picks up the ring bell and swings it at Aidan!

DING!!!

Aidan mostly manages to duck, but the edge still catches her, knocking her back into the chairs and leaving a bleeding cut on her own forehead. Carlson is relentless, coming at Aidan again. But Aidan manages to tangle up her feet in the camera cords and Genie falls into the chairs! The ring crew have all scattered out of the way, trying to get to safety.

JOHNSON: “What a mess we’ve got going here at ringside. Genevie Carlson is willing to do whatever she has to in order to keep the XTV Championship around her waist.”

VASSA: “She should swing that ring bell again!”

JOHNSON: “At the same time, Aidan Carlisle is also willing to do whatever it takes to become the next XTV Champion. I’m starting to wonder just who they are going to take down with them in the process!”

VASSA: “I know who I vote to go first…”

Aidan leaves Genie where she is laying, for the moment. She grabs a pair of the toppled steel chairs and throws them into the ring with a clatter. Then, she drops to her knees and throws the apron cover up. She pulls out a cloth-covered object from under the ring very carefully and slides it in across the canvas.

Carlisle glances over her shoulder to make sure Genie is still down and then gets into the ring herself. She sets up the two chairs so they are facing one another, then picks up the other item. She pulls back the cloth over the object she had just found… revealing a pane of glass! The crowd bursts into cheers again as she lays it across the seats of the two chairs!

Outside the ring, Genie is finally back on her feet. She touches her forehead gingerly, looking at the blood all over her fingers. She looks at the scratches all over her stomach and rubs the red mark on her cheek, the anger on her face growing with each passing second. She snatches up the XTV Championship from the timekeeper’s area, pointing at Aidan and screaming.

CARLSON: “This is mine you cunt! MINE! And you’re not going to take it away from me!”

Genie races forward and dives back into the ring, scrambling to her feet. Aidan lunges and Carlson swings the belt, trying to clock Aidan with it. Carlisle ducks the blow and rebounds off of the ropes… right into an Ode to the Prince Pelé kick from Genie! Adding insult to injury, as soon as Aidan begins to stand, Carlson hauls back and slams the XTV Championship into Aidan’s face!

Carlisle collapses to her knees, blood covering her face. Genie holds the belt high in the air, looking rather red-stained herself as she stands over Aidan. Carlisle sits back on her heels, lifting both hands slowly. Rather than take a swing at Genie, she gestures for Carlson to bring it on. Genie keeps her eyes on Aidan as she backs toward the ropes, setting the championship down in the corner as she ascends the turnbuckles. As Aidan leans forward onto her hands to try to get to her feet, one arm gives and she collapses to the mat, but doesn’t stop moving.

Genie stands on the top rope, waiting and watching. Aidan pushes herself back up to her knees, fighting to get a foot under herself. Her leg buckles once, but she tries again and forces herself to her feet, still doubled over above the pane of glass, swaying once and almost grabbing a chair to catch herself. Carlson seizes the opportunity and leaps from the top rope, looking for a second Stiletto Kiss!!!

VASSA: “Here it comes! Here it comes!”

Aidan snaps upright and catches Genevie mid-air with a European uppercut! Carlson stumbles backwards into the ropes, but comes right back off. She lashes out, looking for an eye rake or maybe a slap to the face, but Aidan catches her arm! The glass rattles precariously on the chairs between them.

Carlisle spins Genie around and throws an arm across her neck, beginning to bend her backwards over the pane of glass! Genie struggles, digging her fingernails into Aidan’s arm, even trying to bite to get herself free. Carlisle throws her leg up across Genie’s throat and drops… sending her crashing through the glass with the inverted legdrop bulldog!

JOHNSON: “Coup de Grâce! Coup de Grâce from Aidan! My god, she put Genie through the glass!”

Shards are everywhere beneath the two of them, putting holes in ring gear, cutting flesh, and scattered all across the ring. Aidan grabs one of the chairs for balance as she holds the split-legged pin. The ref slides into make the count several feet away, trying to avoid all the debris.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

The referee leaps to his feet and calls for the bell.

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

The Chesapeake Energy Arena explodes into cheers that almost drown out the bell. “Immortalized” hits the sound system. A very bloody Aidan is helped to her feet by the official, who raises her hand into the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner AND NEW 4CW XTV Champion… ‘The Alpha Bitch’… AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

JOHNSON: “She’s done it! Aidan Carlisle has unseated Genevie Carlson and become the next 4CW XTV Champion!”

VASSA: “She didn’t even use the taser! What about thumbtacks? What about a bed of nails? There was so much more I wanted to see! Where’s the barbed wire crown?!?!”

JOHNSON: “This marks the third 4CW Championship Aidan has held. She’s got to be feeling good right now… in spite of everything that I’m sure feels very, very bad.”

The official skirts the mess of glass and tries not to walk through the spots of blood as he picks up the XTV Championship from the corner where Genie had set it down. He walks back over and presents it to Aidan, holding it out toward her. For a moment Carlisle just stares at it before she reaches out, takes it in one hand, and holds it up over her head.

The crowd cheers louder yet, and Aidan sways on her feet. The ref reaches out to steady her just as a figure appears at the top of the ramp. It’s… Elijah Carlson?! Aidan holds the belt to her chest with one hand, while the other curls into a fist. She stares Eli down as he makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. After a few seconds… Eli looks away from Aidan and begins to help Genie up and out of the ring.

Behind the Carlson, yet another person is making their way down the ramp. Unsurprisingly, it’s Liam O’Shea, who gets there just in time to catch Aidan as she starts to sway on her feet again. Carlisle wraps her arms around the big Irishman’s neck and plants a kiss on him, rather heedless of the blood on her face and all over the front of her. For his part, Liam doesn’t seem to care.

VASSA: “What is this, some kind of love fest? Disgusting!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t imagine it was easy for either of these two men to stand backstage and watch their wives put each other through hell in the ring. I thought for a moment there that Eli was coming out for vengeance.”

VASSA: “Why didn’t he?! That would have been something to see!”

JOHNSON: “Well, he was very vocal about not being behind Genie’s participation in extreme rules matches. Now that her XTV reign is over, perhaps he’s had a change of heart.”

VASSA: “Again I say… Disgusting!”

Aidan thrusts the XTV Championship high into the air one more time, renewing the cheering of the crowd, before she begins to make her way out of the ring with the assistance of her husband.

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s out show folks. We have a number one contender for the Pride Championship with Alessandro Quagliaterre. Things are really starting to boil with the rivalries between Bronx and Ana, and with Viduus and Dakota.”

VASSA: ”We also have one hell of a mess to clean up here tonight. Well them, not us. Leave that for the ringside crew and speaking of which. Notice how the ring was a lot more sturdy now that Redd isn’t assembling it?”

JOHNSON: ”That’s neither here nor there. What is here, right in front of us, is the end result of the main event where we also have a new 4CW XTV Champion and that being Aidan Carlisle.”

VASSA: ”I just see Eli now and I don’t know whether or not to go and give him a kiss or a cold shoulder for leaving us.”

JOHNSON: ”You do what you have to do. As for myself, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

VASSA: ”Don’t you want to go play in the blood with me? We could make blood angels.”

JOHNSON: ”No thank you, I’m good.”

VASSA: ”I don’t need you anyway! Eli is here and he’ll play with me and afterwards we can have some cookies!”

JOHNSON: ”You do that, Vinny. I hope you have a wonderful time. I’m signing off. Thank you all for joining us here tonight at the Chesapeake Energy Arena. Catch us again in two weeks as we head to The Pit for Adrenaline Eighty in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It’s been my please folks, I’ll see you then. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good fight and goodnight!”

The camera transitions to a shot of Aidan at the top of the ramp, covered in blood with one arm wrapped around Liam’s neck for support, and the other carrying the XTV Championship on her shoulder. Slowly, the picture begins to fade as the sounds from within the Chesapeake Energy Area remain loud. A black screen is all that is scene and while the sounds begin to grow quiet, the closing credits begin to roll.