ADRENALINE E80 (136)

FEBRUARY 7TH, 2018 THE PIT ALBUQUERQUE, NM

The picture opens to the sounds of “Bulls On Parade” by Rage Against The Machine, overlooking The Pit from the entrance stage right here in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Slowly, the camera begins to stroll down the entrance way, headed straight for the ring. Scanning from left to right, the camera zooms in and focuses on various signs held throughout the packed crowd.

WISH I WAS
AT OCTANE

I’M THE ONE
WHO KNOCKS

MAIN EVENT
BATTLE FOR
PHE’S LOVE

YOU’VE JUST
BEEN CHECKED

THEY FEAR THE
CORNERS FOUR

TWITTER BABIES
AND MARRIAGES
IN TWO WEEKS

The camera continues around the ring until the announcers booth is pictured ahead. Sitting behind the booth like always, we find Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa eager to get things underway.

JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Adrenaline!”

VASSA: ”Adrenaline number eighty to be exact!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m your host, Steve Johnson, and we’re coming to you live tonight from The Pit in Albuquerque, New Mexico.”

VASSA: ”That’s Steve, and I’m the HNIC you all came to see tonight, Vinny Vassa!”

JOHNSON: ”That what?”

VASSA: ”The HNIC!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what that even is but we’re not going to get caught up on nonsense tonight. We have a big night ahead of us and every second counts!”

VASSA: ”I’m sure you told your old lady that every time she let you plow her in bed missionary style with the lights turned off.”

JOHNSON: ”No that never happened, but thank you for trying to get things off course!”

VASSA: ”It’s my pleasure, that’s what I do. So tell me Steve, what do we have lined up for the evening?”

JOHNSON: ”The same exciting and unrivaled 4CW action that you all have grown to love throughout the years.”

VASSA: ”Duh! Now tell me something that I don’t know.”

JOHNSON: ”That would probably be every single match on the card because chances are you haven’t even looked over anything in regards to the show here tonight.”

VASSA: ”That would be correct. You’re on a roll, buddy.”

JOHNSON: ”With Retrograde only three weeks away we have quite a few things going on and quite a few people who would like nothing more than to hurt the person they’re scheduled to face at the pay-per-view.”

VASSA: ”That’s the name of the game, isn’t it?”

JOHNSON: ”It is indeed and the game is calling to be started. I’d love to sit here and chit chat with you all night but we have a program to keep on schedule.”

VASSA: ”Fine! Don’t tell me what we have in line for tonight! I’ll just find out myself on my phone real quick.”

JOHNSON: ”Just like everyone else already has. You do you though, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Maybe I will!”

JOHNSON: ”More power to you!”

We go outside the arena by the back where it is deserted. She wears a trench coat and a surgical mask on her face.

ZOMBIE: “Today I get to show you people if I am really out of this rut. I am facing an absolute monster in that ring in a No Holds Barred match. This one takes me back to when I started. I tried to hide my lack of experience by relying on my rumbling days where you could do anything and be decent. I was pretty good with a steel rod or a bat. I took as many hardcore matches as I could until that escalated into some unsavory cage matches involving electricity and fire. The funny thing was those took place after I became professional. I may not brag about this all the time because a fight is a fight. We’re all trying to do the same thing in the end. A hand by someone that knows how to hurt someone with it is just as dangerous as if they just used it to grab onto a weapon. We all do try to appear to be the most dangerous, don’t we? The only problem is that we have to destroy the person in order to get them to believe this. I think only one man was able to have that reputation here where he left people absolutely shook at just the mention of his name. That name got killed by the Voodoo man. So now there is a vacuum and Nurse Kinsley is definitely not the one to fill it.

ZOMBIE: “She reminds me of an urban legend from Japan. It’s called the Kuchisake-onna. It’s about a woman who comes up to you with a mask like this and Nurse Kinsley’s. She asks you if you think she is pretty. You answer no and she follows you home and kills you. You answer yes and she takes off her mask to reveal a mouth with a slit carved into her face from ear to ear. She asks you again. Is she pretty? You answer yes and she gives you the same wound. So you can be pretty too, I guess. What do you think? Am I pretty?”

She pulls the mask down and sticks her tongue out.

ZOMBIE: “Is Nurse Kinsley pretty? Maybe I should find out. Does that thing qualify for a lucha thing? Anyways, she is looking for validation just like me. She sees where she is going and that is somewhere I am very familiar with. I know what it takes to survive and I don’t know if she can handle it, being half crazy. She can rave like a lunatic with the best of them and I wonder what it will take to push her over the edge. I think I got that answer after the mask comes off. To tell her that she is pretty and a good fighter would be to make her look down on you. Give her praise and she will see your weakness. To say no would be inviting her to let out all that mad retard rage she has bent up inside herself. She makes a lot of bold claims about how she wants to hurt people and likes it. She needs to feel that sense of control over another human so she needs to be the monster she claims. So what do you do?”

ZOMBIE: “You just confuse her. Don’t say yes or no. Answer that she is just average. That is what Nurse Kinsley is anyway. Just an average wrestler trying to become one of the elite. The problem for her is that she is too unstable to do it… Or not unstable enough? I don’t think she has me figured out at all. She only takes me at face value. I’m just a movie Zombie to her? I think we’ve explain this thing already but Zombies don’t exist. If you treat one of us like one you are in for a hell of a surprise. I’m going to come at Nurse Kinsley like a real fucking fighter ought to. Straight ahead. I’m going to push that mask into her mouth and make her choke on her words. It’s dangerous playing the ‘slice you up’ game with me. I’m going to hold you up to it and if you disappoint me I’m going to make you eat your promises. Do not lie to me, Kinsley. Show me how pretty you can be.”

OPENING MATCH
JASON CASHE VS. AIDAN CARLISLE

POWERS: “The following contest is your Opening Match and is set for one fall! Introducing first…”

“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 Third 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’ JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

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.

POWERS: “And his opponent, a woman who needs no introduction…”

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 the XTV Championship high, 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’, and 4CW’s XTV Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

“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 with the XTV Championship over her shoulder, Aidan 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. She kisses the tips of her fingers and presses them to the faceplate of the XTV Championship before handing it to the referee.

JOHNSON: “Well, folks, it’s a long time coming, but it’s finally happening. For the first time ever, Aidan Carlisle and Jason Cashe are squaring off one-on-one. Up until now they have only met under tag or multi-man situations; once in the first Bad Company Tag Tournament, and once in some casino in New Jersey.”

VASSA: “Who wrestles in casinos anyway?!”

JOHNSON: “Actually, Vinnie, there are some really great indie promotions around the country…”

VASSA: “I don’t care, Steve.”

JOHNSON: “And, if you’re not my colleague, Vinnie, here, it’s interesting to note that these two once argued over who could put on the better opening match in 4CW. It’s a little poetic that they square off in the opener now. Perhaps that debate will be settled once and for all.”

VASSA: “I don’t know, Steve. Cashe really likes to debate, even when he had no clue what he’s talking about.”

JOHNSON: “You got me there.”

Aidan and Cashe retreat to their respective corners as the noise from the crowd dies down. The referee checks first with Cashe, then with Aidan, ensuring both are ready to begin. After getting a nod from each, he calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

For several long moments, neither opponent moves. Cashe looks hesitant, like he’s having an internal debate. Meanwhile, Aidan has her eyes glued to him, waiting for some kind of trickery. Cashe begins to edge his way toward the center of the ring, holding up one hand as though he’s asking her to hold on for just a moment.

Aidan steps out of her corner as Cashe begins fishing in the pocket of his shorts. Whatever it is he’s after, he seems to be having trouble getting it free. The struggle goes on so long that the crowd begins to chant a taunt.

“Pocket pool! … Pocket pool! … Pocket pool!”

A disgusted look crosses Aidan’s face and she drops back, ready to deliver a swift kick right to the face of Cashe. At long last Cashe is able to wrench the object free of his pocket, holding it up between the pair of them. He looks hopeful as he offers Aidan the strawberry flavored Uncrustable, still wrapped and pristine.

VASSA: “What the hell is this?!”

JOHNSON: “I think it’s a peace offering, Vinnie! Cashe is trying to make amends!”

Cashe holds up the Uncrustable a little bit higher, looking like he’s trying to carefully offer a snack to a wild animal. Aidan looks from Cashe, to the Uncrustable, and back up to Cashe again. After a moment she begins to let down her guard… ONLY TO BLAST CASHE WITH A SUPERKICK THAT DRIVES THE UNCRUSTABLE RIGHT INTO HIS FACE!!!

VASSA: “HAH! That’s what happens when you bring wheat bread, motherfucker!”

Cashe slowly stands after the assault, looking not offended, but truly, deeply hurt! Is that a slight quiver in his bottom lip? More importantly, is that BLOOD on his face? Wait, no… that’s strawberry jelly. He tries to wipe it off, but only really succeeds in smearing it across his cheek and into his beard.

Done with the distractions, Aidan charges Cashe, driving him back to his corner with a flurry of forearms and elbows. Once she has him trapped against the turnbuckles she lays into his chest, belly, and ribs with rapid-fire punches. Cashe starts to double over, but before he can sag to the mat Aidan throws a boot up across his neck for a corner choke! She holds on for the full count before letting the referee back her up so Cashe has room to get out of the corner.

Suddenly seeming to remember himself, Cashe charges out of the corner with a big clothesline! Aidan is back on her feet in a flash, and Cashe is there with a second clothesline. A third! A fourth! Cashe goes for the fifth but Aidan reverses with a tilt-a-whirl armdrag that sends him into the turnbuckles!

While Cashe is still seeing stars, Carlisle sprints across the ring and leaps up, sending him flying out of the corner with a monkey flip. She holds on for the ride and follows through to land on top of him, where she begins raining down forearm shots! The crowd cheers and counts along as Cashe tries to defend his face.

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

Cashe finally sees an opening and grabs Aidan’s arm. He manages to flip her off of him and reverses the position to come out on top! Only… instead of returning the favor with mounted punches, he… tries to tickle her?!

VASSA: “What the hell is Cashe doing right now? Did he forget he’s in a wrestling match?”

JOHNSON: “Well, Vinnie… uh… I’d say he’s trying to find out if, and where, Aidan is ticklish. …I never thought I would have to announce that.”

Cashe goes for all the likely spots; the back of the knee, the ribs, even tries to get at the armpit, but can’t seem to get Aidan to break! He scratches his head for a moment as he tries to think of anywhere else that might work. Before he can, however, Aidan delivers a swift chop to the throat that sends him tumbling off of her.

JOHNSON: “I suppose Cashe probably should have seen that coming by now.”

VASSA: “How many times has she done that to him?”

JOHNSON: “I think everyone’s lost count.”

Both competitors are on their feet at almost the same time. Aidan moves first, connecting with a wicked spinning hook kick and following it up with a running high knee. She looks to drive him back to the turnbuckles once again with a clothesline, but he catches her arm and reverses with a Russian leg sweep!

Cashe hits a leg drop for good measure and then runs to the ropes. He rebounds off as Aidan is just starting to sit up and connects with a rolling senton! He rolls over quickly and hooks the leg for a pin! The official slides in for the count.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Aidan gets the shoulder up quickly and rolls out to the edge of the apron. She stands up on the outside of the ropes, glaring across the ring at Cashe. Cashe scuffs his feet on the canvas like a bull getting ready to charge before sprinting across the ring, looking for a spear off of the apron! Aidan vaults over the top rope and Cashe sails to the outside!

Fortunately for Cashe he manages to tuck and roll to avoid crashing and burning entirely, though he does still hit the barrier. He uses the guard rail to pull himself up and quickly turns toward the ring. But he’s a second too late! Aidan is already vaulting back over the top rope, springing off for a flying forearm that catches him square in the face!

Cashe is visibly dizzy but keeps going regardless. He catches Aidan by the arm and Irish whips her into the apron! Carlisle gives a snarl of pain as she collides side-first with the ring, still feeling some of the effects of her match with Genevie Carlson two weeks ago to boot. Cashe goes for the charge again… BUT AIDAN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Cashe just barely manages to catch himself before he runs head first into the apron himself. He gives Aidan a look, one that seems to ask if she was trying to get him to kill himself with that. In response, she just shrugs innocently and smirks before throwing a stiff clothesline. Cashe ducks under and as Aidan turns around… HE SPEARS HER RIGHT INTO THE RING STEPS!!! Meanwhile, the referee has begun the count out.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

VASSA: “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Let’s see all that pent up anger!”

JOHNSON: “Remember, Vinnie, this isn’t a no holds barred match.”

VASSA: “I don’t care! We’ve been waiting forever to see these two in the ring one on one, and it’s time for the violence!”

JOHNSON: “Well, the fans do seem to agree with you.”

Carlisle holds her side after being crushed into the steel stairs, using them to push herself up to her feet. Cashe has managed to shake off the impact of that flying forearm and is just staring, waiting for the next move. All around them the crowd is chanting back and forth.

“Let’s go Ai-dan! … Let’s go Cashe! … Let’s go Ai-dan! … Let’s go Cashe!”

The two close the gap between them, though it can’t quite be called a charge. Aidan throws an elbow into Cashe’s face, and he answers with a jab. Carlisle returns the favor with a punch right to the ribs. Cashe comes back with a kick to the midsection. And, of course, in the ring, the referee is still counting.

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Both Aidan and Cashe slide back in under the bottom ropes. Cashe is on his feet first and hits a series of stomps to Aidan’s lower back and side, working on the spots he had just speared into the stairs. After several blows Carlisle manages to roll over and catch his leg, bringing him down to the mat with a dragon screw!

Aidan rolls away and to her feet to put some distance between them. As Cashe begins to push himself up from the canvas, she surges forward, leaps up, and drives him face first into the mat with a curb stomp! She quickly shoves Cashe over onto his back with a foot and then drops and hooks the leg for a pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Cashe kicks out well before the three! Carlisle looks annoyed, but keeps her cool, and gets back to her feet… Only to drop a knee into Cashe’s ribs! He curls up and holds his side, but that doesn’t stop her from doing it again! And again! After the third time, Cashe finds enough wind to surge forward for a single leg takedown and escape the assault.

He delivers a stomp to the knee that leaves Aidan holding her leg, and then looks to the corner. His face begins to light up and he heads to the turnbuckles, beginning to climb. Facing out toward the crowd, he tries to hype them up as he steps up onto the top rope, preparing to go for his (in)famous double moonie. He doesn’t realize that Aidan is on her feet behind him!

JOHNSON: “I think I know where this is going!”

VASSA: “Shut up, Steve, shut up! He’s got this, we’re going to see it!”

With a slight limp in her step, Aidan still runs across the ring and gives Cashe a shove, sending him off of the top rope and to the ground below. He hits the barricade, managing to shield his face, but holding his side as he rolls on the ground.

JOHNSON: “Every time. One day he’ll learn.”

Aidan stands inside the ring, staring down at Cashe. She looks from him, to the crowd, to the turnbuckles. The audience erupts in cheers. After a second, she hops up onto the middle rope. The crowd gets louder yet.

VASSA: “Is she going to… I think she is! YES!”

Aidan climbs up onto the top rope and turns to face into the ring, back to Cashe where he’s trying to haul himself up to his feet using the barricade.

VASSA: “The double moonsault, Steve! We’re going to see it! The move that set off so much controversy and added fuel to the fire of this rivalry so many months ago! I can’t wait. I’m at half- mast already!”

Aidan bounces once, looking for the extra air she’ll need for the move. AND THEN SHE… Jumps down into the ring?! The crowd gasps and Aidan turns both middle fingers squarely in the direction of Vinnie Vassa at ringside. Laughter spreads throughout the arena, and Cashe climbs up onto the apron.

Carlisle turns her attention back to her opponent as he climbs the turnbuckles from the outside. Cashe sails off, going for a diving crossbody. Aidan braces herself, all but catching him and bending backward to send him flying with a fall away slam! The crowd cheers at the impressive sow of strength.

“Ho-ly shit!!! … Ho-ly shit!!! … Ho-ly shit!!!”

The move cost Aidan, however, and she rubs at the same knee Cashe had stomped earlier. Before she can recover Cashe steps in with a side suplex. Before Aidan can get up he goes for a finger stomp! She gets her hand out of the way just in time and rolls back to her feet. Cashe is already there with a sidewalk slam! He goes right into the cover!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Aidan gets the shoulder up and aggressively shoves Cashe away all in the same motion. She’s on her feet just in time to catch him on the chin with a shuffle side kick as he charges at her. Aidan presses the advantage, driving her shoulder into the ribs she had been targeting with a spear into the corner. With Cashe trapped against the turnbuckles, she unleashes a barrage of repeated roundhouse kicks to the midsection.

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

Cashe stumbles out of the corner holding his sides, trying to catch his breath. Aidan steps in behind him and hooks his neck, bending him over backward for an inverted headlock backbreaker! Cashe flops forward as she releases him and Aidan shoves him over to make the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “He kicked out! Cashe kicked out after the Bitch Breaker from Aidan!”

VASSA: “No one accused him of being smart, okay?”

JOHNSON: “Cashe is known for being a glutton for punishment, it’s true. At least he can be reasonably sure Aidan won’t bite his other nipple off.”

VASSA: Reasonably sure.”

Even after the backbreaker, Cashe is on his feet again. He’s able to level Aidan with an aggressive crossbody before she can get fully on her feet. He hits a pair of leg drops, working on wearing his opponent down. When he’s sure he’s bought himself a few minutes, he runs to the nearest corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. As soon as Aidan starts to stand, he leaps off for a missile dropkick!

Aidan rolls backward from the impact, just barely managing to come to a stop in a crouch. Cashe stalks forward, and she pops up with a rising European uppercut that drives him back several paces. It’s not enough to stop him though, and Cashe comes back with a ‘dude’ kick! The force spins Aidan around and she holds her jaw for a second before turning back, glaring at Cashe.

After a few seconds Cashe begins to look like he regrets his decision. He holds up his hands innocently, but it doesn’t do him any good. Aidan throws him into a headlock looking for the takedown, but Cashe reverses into a headlock of his own! He starts to go for the noogie, but Aidan throws an elbow right into his ribs and stops him short.

Carlisle swings, but Cashe ducks and counters with a float over snap suplex! The ring rattles from the impact. Cashe considers his options for a split second before he runs to the corner again and climbs to the top rope. But Aidan is already on her feet! She chases after him, preparing to jump right up with him!

Cashe leaps off for the Mark of Jason!!! The superman elbow catches Aidan right in the forehead! She staggers back into the ropes, catching herself before she can go down and holding her head with one hand. When she pulls her hand away, a tiny trickle of blood appears from the partially healed gouge the ring bell had left in her match with Genie.

Aidan surges forward off of the ropes and blasts Cashe with a headbutt in retaliation! Cashe staggers back from the force, staring across the ring at Aidan. He holds his head for a second, wiping the blood that had transferred to his head off, and then wiping his hand off on his shorts. The longer he stares, the more he looks impressed, and maybe a little scared.

JOHNSON: “I don’t think Cashe was quite expecting that reaction after the superman elbow.”

VASSA: “I think he should be running. Any woman who can throw a headbutt like that without blinking is trouble.”

JOHNSON: “Vinnie, I don’t think Cashe had any doubts that Aidan was trouble before this match ever started.”

VASSA: “I’m just saying, he probably made her mad, and mad women scary. I should know. I’ve been headbutted by more than one.”

Cashe surges forward, hoping to capitalize on any damage the Mark of Jason and the headbutt may have caused. As he closes in however, Aidan leaps up and grabs his head, falling backward for a double knee facebreaker! Cashe snaps backwards, but the ropes save him from collapsing to the canvas. He throws a wild clothesline, but Aidan easily ducks under.

She rebounds off of the ropes, launching herself back at him. Cashe plants himself and goes for a stiff shoulder block that knocks Aidan off of her feet. Carlisle is back up in a flash. She sprints at Cashe, but at the last second drops and does a baseball slide through his legs. Before Cashe can even turn around Aidan is on her feet and grabs the back of his head for a bulldog!

Both opponents are on their feet almost at the same time. Cashe sidesteps a kick and goes for an atomic drop, but Aidan flips all the way over on the lift and lands on her feet. Carlisle throws an arm across Cashe’s neck as though she’s about to go for the Coup de Grâce, but Cashe is able to counter with a scoop slam! Right back on her feet, Aidan grabs Cashe’s wrist and whips him toward the ropes… but he reverses!

Instead of going for the Irish whip, Cashe holds on to Aidan’s arm and throws a foot up against her jaw before falling back to the canvas with a little eat defeat action. Carlisle is still holding the side of her face when Cashe stands, making it easy for him to trap her in the double underhook position. Several lifting knees to the face leave Aidan a bit dazed, doubled over and trying to regain her bearings.

Feeling confident after the assault, Cashe holds his arms out to either side for a few moments before he wheels around, going for the discus clothesline! Aidan throws up her own arm, hooking the elbow just as Cashe connects! She uses the momentum to spin herself around… AND HITS THE FLOAT OVER PILEDRIVER!!!

JOHNSON: “Litost! Aidan just took Cashe down in a big way, will it be enough?”

Aidan untangles herself from Cashe and whips around to shove him onto his back. She throws an arm across his chest and hooks the leg for good measure. The official slides in for the count and the crowd counts right along with him.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

The referee calls for the bell and then helps Aidan to her feet. “Immortalized” fills the arena as the official hands Aidan the XTV Championships and holds her hand in the air. After a few moments Aidan pulls her hand free and heads to the nearest corner. She throws the championship over her should before climbing up onto the middle turnbuckle and throws both hands in the air. The crowd is wild, nearly drowning out Powers as he makes the announcement.

POWERS: “And here is your winner… AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

JOHNSON: “She’s done it! Aidan Carlisel has defeated Jason Cashe in their first meeting in a singles match. It took a hell of a lot to put him down, but there it is, folks!”

VASSA: “I’m pissed, Steve! We didn’t get to see a single double moonsault!”

JOHNSON: “I really think you need to give up on that, Vinnie. It’s been a year, it’s lost its charm.”

VASSA: “Never! It’s the single greatest move in the history of professional wrestling, and I demanded to see it in all its glory!”

Cashe gets slowly to his feet, waiting as Aidan celebrates her victory on the turnbuckles. When she hops down, he steps forward looking hesitant but hopeful. After a few seconds he slowly holds out his hand. Aidan stares Cashe right in the eye for several long moments before looking down at his hand.

A tense pause passes, before Aidan turns her back on Cashe, drops, and rolls out of the ring. Cashe starts to look defeated, but Aidan heads to the timekeeper’s area instead of for the ramp. She snatches up the bottle of hand sanitizer there and then gets back into the ring. Removing the pump completely, Aidan dumps practically the entire bottle of sanitizer into Cashe’s hand, then crosses her arms over her chest and waits.

Cashe hurriedly rubs the sanitizer all over his hands. Back of the hands, wrists, all the way up to the elbow! It practically looks like he’s getting ready for surgery. When he’s done, he wipes off the excess on the referee’s shirt before holding out his hand a second time, looking even more hopeful.

Aidan takes a deep breath, still not quite sure she wants to do this. Finally, though, she extends her hand and shakes Cashe’s. Cashe returns the shake almost too vigorously in his excitement. When he starts to pull her in for the one-armed bro-hug, however she puts a hand up in stern warning. Cashe settles for just the handshake, looking relieved that he got that much as the crowd chants.

“THUN-DER BUD-DIES! … THUN-DER BUD-DIES! … THUN-DER BUD-DIES!”

The scene cut backstage to Gavin Grimes’ locker room. He’s already in his ring gear as he looks up at the camera with a smirk before he begins to clap his hands.

GRIMES: ”Cy Riddle… You sure did have a lot to say the other day when it pertains to our match. Let me sum it up for you, though. You called me a fake bad boy, and someone who is simply looking for sympathy because of what happened to me when I was younger.”

Gavin laughs and rolls his eyes.

GRIMES: ”You know, that’s the first time somebody called me a fake bad boy. I mean, I guess that’s because nobody has ever accused me of being a bad boy? What is it that gives off that vibe? Is it the tattoos? The Jordan’s I rock on my feet?”

He points at his tattoos and then his Jordan’s.

GRIMES: ”Maybe it’s my baggy clothes.”

Gavin the pops the collar on his baggy shirt.

GRIMES: ”I don’t know what it is, but let me tell you something, Cy, I ain’t trying to be anything but me. I keep it real, I keep it one hundred. It’s why people know my story, it’s why they know everything that I went through to get to this point in my career, because I want to be open and honest with everybody. I want people to know that I’m not perfect, I want them to know that I’m a human being, that I’m flawed and that I fuck up, probably every single day.”

He pauses and shrugs.

GRIMES: ”But then I want people to see that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I want them to know that no matter what hardships that you go through, that you can still make it, that there’s still hope. So you’re right on that, I do want to be the hope for some people because I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t of made it, Cy, I should’ve of been a multiple time champion, I shouldn’t be the guy married to someone as amazing as Ashleigh Grimes, but I am… And it’s because I was genuine, it’s because I wear my fucking heart on my sleeve and I’m not afraid to bleed for what I believe in.”

Gavin nods as he pauses, letting those words really sink in.

GRIMES: ”That’s why I’m not afraid to swim with the sharks, which you called everyone here in 4CW. You called everyone here the bad guys; the addicts, the thieves, the murderers, basically. You said that I’m not supposed to belong here, that I don’t fit in. That’s the thing, Cy, I’ve been an outcast everywhere I been. I’ve constantly be told I couldn’t, I shouldn’t and I wouldn’t. But I did. Every fucking time, I did it and I came out looking like a champ. You know why? It’s because I don’t settle, it’s because I rise, no matter how many times I get knocked down. There’s that saying, fall seven times, get up eight… That’s who I am and it’ll never stop being me. That’s real, that’s the truth. But you? ”

Gavin points at the camera.

GRIMES: ”You wanna call me fake and say that I’m giving off some bullshit, bad boy persona? But you’re the guy who’s portraying himself as a killer, as an unforgiving monster and what are you doing? You’re prancing around with Scarlett Highland. Oh yeah, that makes you look so fucking tough, right?

He scoffs and shakes his head.

GRIMES: ”Scarlett might be a cool chick and a champion even, but she’s not exactly a bad ass. She runs from any threat that comes her way and all she talks about is herself, her make up and her nails. But hey, she’s dating the monster, Cy Riddle! I guess it just shows we all have a soft side. It also shows that maybe, just maybe, it’s you who’s the fake bad boy. Because like I said, with me, what you get is what you see. But with you, Cy? I think you’re a different man behind closed doors and you know what? You don’t scare me in that ring. I’m going to run circles around you tonight. Don’t believe me? Guess I’ll have to drop you with The Crowning to make you a believer.”

He winks at the camera and walks off, ready for his match.

The Pit. There isn’t a better name to describe an arena when it’s undergoing a hostile takeover from a relentless man storming through the hallways. Yes, the camera shaking as the cameraman runs down the hallway to capture the shocking live footage of Andre Holmes flipping tables over, throwing equipment boxes everywhere and yelling at staff. Only wearing tight blue denim pants with black dress shoes, his upper muscular build with ‘Relentless’ tattooed down on his spine is shown.

HOLMES: “ALEXIS, WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT?!”

After what happened last week on Adrenaline, who wouldn’t be upset? There are certain lines a human doesn’t cross and Alexis did. Now she might wanna’ hide especially when an angry Andre Holmes is storming around spawning chaos. Muffled expletives, extremely heavy breathing, muscle veins popping all over his upper body. His march exceeds the strength of the concrete floor as he stomps his way down the corridor. He grabs a nearby intern for production and slams him against the wall with his right forearm pressed against his throat.

HOLMES: “WHERE. IS. ALEXIS?!”

His voice echoes down the hall in that rugged coarse volume with the tone of a barbarian. The slim and feeble intern holds onto Andre’s forearm trying to release the pressure enough to speak for his life.

INTERN: “I…I…I don’t know!”

HOLMES: “USELESS!!!”

Removing his forearm from his throat, he takes the boy by the back of his head and runs him head first into a series of crates that topple over. It buries him underneath and Andre continues marching until a figure he never expected to be at the show is in his sights. Sarah Jones is seen sitting on some video equipment crate looking at her phone.

JONES: “Woah, dude. Chill. It’s not like she’s under one of those tables. If you’re looking for her, Alexis is busy right now. Should have got here earlier.”

Sarah says to Andre Holmes before putting the phone in her pocket. If anyone would know Sarah Jones would given she was Alexis’ social media manager. His eyes were almost bloodshot red, and Andre slowly approached Sarah with his fists clenched so tight. His teeth grinding against one another and his intent was to either intimidate or fully harm her.

HOLMES: “…Where is she? I’ll only ask once…”

Sarah rolled her eyes at his threat.

JONES: “She’s preparing for your match. Which is what you should be doing. Come on, Andre. This is big for both of you. Stop this fighting already and focus on winning.”

He slowly leaned his head to the side after hearing what she said.

HOLMES: “Focus on winning. For someone who is so close to Alexis, you honestly have no idea what she should have been focused on. I never wanted to fight her but she pushed it. She went in my locker, my personal stuff and painted BLOOD on the pictures of my family. My CHILDREN! So you don’t expect me to be furious as a father? Hmm?”

HOLMES: “How about I return the favor? What if I were to say, out of the sadistic behavior like Alexis, would hurt someone close to her? Someone like you. As you said, she’s preparing. It’s just you and me. No one is able to reach you in time when I crack that ugly skull of yours open as retribution.”

He slowly raises his palm towards her but stops midway with a smirk.

HOLMES: “But I’m not gonna’ do that because unlike her, I don’t involve innocent people to send a message. Do me a favor. I want you to do your job and get in contact with her for I have a message she NEEDS to know of the utmost importance.”

JONES: “Go ahead. Crack my skull. I don’t care what happens to me. She doesn’t care either. Never has. You want me to give her a message. Shoot.”

HOLMES: “Tell her I said that she better be careful what she wish for. She wants blood, she’s got it. Retrograde, this all comes to an end. Andre Holmes, Alexis Mercer. First. Blood!”

He shoves her aside then marches down the corridor to his locker room to prepare for his upcoming tag team match. Sarah just rolls her eyes, shakes her head then goes her separate way while texting on her phone.

UNDERCARD
GAVIN GRIMES VS. CYRUS RIDDLE

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have Gavin Grimes versus Cyrus Riddle ladies and gents.”

VASSA: ”After a rough start in his debut, Gavin was able to pick up his first 4CW win two weeks ago against Nurse Kinsley.”

JOHNSON: ”It wasn’t an easy contest by any means, but a win is a win and he’s on the right track to getting started here in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Tonight isn’t going to be any easier for him as he’ll be taking on a man we’ve all come to know over the years. Sometimes things get a little messy and Cyrus Riddle isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.”

JOHNSON: ”Things didn’t quite work out in his favor two weeks ago like they did for Gavin. Cyrus had an opportunity to become the number one contender for the Pride Championship, but as we all know today, that man is Alessandro Quagliaterre.”

VASSA: ”it was rather unfortunate given the tear that Cyrus had been on leading up to that point but these things happen in wrestling. The result of any match is never a given or predetermined, at least not here in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”Truer words have never been spoken.”

VASSA: ”Buuuuut anyways, both of these men need a win here tonight. The only problem is only one will be able to do so.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s quite a predicament if I do say so myself.”

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

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 first… Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at one hundred an 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!”

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, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds and hailing 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 the start of the match.

VASSA: ”Both men in the ring… check! An arena full of people ready to see these two throw down… check! Cup full of whiskey… check!”

JOHNSON: ”What are you doing?”

VASSA: ”Going over a checklist to make sure everything is in place and accounted for before the start of the match.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh, okay?”

VASSA: ”Steve still asking too many questions and avoiding the inevitable of being put in an old person’s home… check!”

JOHNSON: ”Hey!”

VASSA: ”Alright, that’s everything! Yo ref, let’s get this party started!”

In the center of the ring, the official checks in with Gavin first, who is bouncing back and forth in his corner. He points to the official before giving him the thumbs up. The official then turns to Riddle who slowly nods in his direction with zero time wasted for formalities. With both men ready in their corners, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Energetic and psyched out of his mind, Gavin shot out of his corner, headed straight for his opponent. Riddle has never been the type to jump right into something guns blazing. He was methodical, always planning his attacks long before striking. As such, he remained in the corner, preparing himself for the oncoming charge headed straight for him. Getting closer and closer, Gavin then leaped forward at Riddle, going for a splash with him cornered. Spinning out of the way, Riddle avoided the collision, leaving Gavin with nothing but the corner to cushion his landing. Being the quick thinker that he is, Gavin managed to land both feet on the middle ropes. He leaped off, spinning around towards Cyrus only find himself on the receiving end of a dropkick to the stomach.

Riddle hit the mat long before Gavin came crashing down with a thud. Back on his feet, Cyrus gave Gavin no time to get up. Gavin on the other hand was gasping for air after having his lungs emptied from the two boots to his stomach. Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Riddle used them for a bit of leverage as he began dropping multiple knees to Gavin’s shoulder. Pulling Gavin to his feet, Riddle then hit him with a right, only to catch one from Gavin that connected to his jaw. Riddle then threw another and after connecting, Gavin threw another, hitting him just as hard. The two went back and forth, delivering blows to one another until Gavin threw his last punch. Catching Gavin’s arm, Riddle pulled him in and trapped both of his arms before slamming his head forward over and over, connecting with rapid headbutts.

After the fifth headbutt, Riddle then ducked his head, pulling Gavin in as he lifted him off his feet and threw him over his shoulder with a back body drop. Gavin flipped in mid air before crashing to the mat. However, he did manage to roll forward into an upright position. On his feet, Riddle quickly closed the distance between the two, grabbing Gavin’s head and holding it in place as he began to hit him with multiple rights to the forehead. Pulling Gavin up from the mat, he then lifted him horizontally as high as he could before taking a step forward and dropping him across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker.

VASSA: ”Cyrus isn’t wasting any time, is he?”

JOHNSON: ”It’s well known that Gavin is quick on his feet and even more of a threat in the air. If Cyrus can keep him grounded, he eliminates both of those threats.”

Standing over Gavin, Cyrus begins to stomp down onto the same shoulder he attacked moments earlier. After connecting with half a dozen kicks, Cyrus hopped over Gavin and went straight for the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back on the return, Riddle then jumped up and forward, coming down with a leg drop across Gavin’s throat. The impact of the leg drop immediately forced Gavin to shoot his legs straight up into the air as his head remained pinned to the mat. Rolling over, Riddle covered Gavin for the pin as the official raced over with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping a shoulder up just before the two, Gavin broke up the count, keeping himself very much alive in the match. Shaking his head, Riddle leaned up to both knees before holding Gavin’s head in place with one hand and then swinging down as hard as he could, hitting Gavin across the face with a vicious forearm. Rising to his feet, Riddle had a lock on Gavin’s wrist, pulling him up as well. Still locked on his wrist, Riddle then pulled Gavin straight into a short-arm clothesline, dropping him flat on his back.

Cyrus then pulled Gavin up to his feet again and into another short-arm clothesline. Ducking underneath the clothesline, Gavin stepped behind Riddle. Cyrus still hadn’t released Gavin’s arm which made it easy for Gavin to spin him around as he pulled it into him. With Cyrus now facing him, Gavin greeted him with a swift kick to the midsection which forced him to buckle over from the impact. Locking onto Riddle’s head with both hands, Gavin then dropped down and hit him with a sit-out spinebuster.

Riddle’s head bounced off the top of Gavin’s and whipped back, looking straight up into the lights above which just so happened to somewhat blind him as well. This allowed Gavin to quickly pop back to his feet and lunge forward, hitting Riddle with an open hand slap across the chest. Retaliating, Riddle threw a punch of his own, even stepping forward into it but missing as Gavin ducked underneath and stepped behind him. Riddle spun around to put eyes on Gavin but when he did, Gavin flipped backwards, landing his foot against Riddle’s head and connecting with a pele kick.

Riddle stumbled backwards across the ring, giving Gavin time to get to his feet before he hit the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes and stumbling forward, Cyrus was then wiped out as Gavin raced over, leveling him with a flying clothesline! Gavin then shot off the mat with a kip up, landing to his feet and then hopping over Cyrus and running for the ropes. Coming back on the return, Gavin leaped forward, but flipped backwards before landing across Riddle’s body with a running shooting star press. He then hooked a leg of Cyrus’ as he had him down for a pin. Sliding in beside them was the official with the count.

ONE

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.

TW–

JOHNSON: ”And a kick out!”

VASSA: ”I feel like we were just talking about Gavin’s quickness not too long ago.”

JOHNSON: ”As a matter of fact we were.”

VASSA: ”After seeing how Gavin has turned things around, it might not have been a bad idea if Cyrus listened in on the conversation.”

Gavin pushed himself up and with Cyrus still down on his back, he wasted no time whatsoever. Turning to the ropes, Gavin took off for them and as he came back, he rolled forward to the mat and back up to his feet before jumping straight into the air as high as he could. Flipping forward in mid air, Gavin began to descend and as he came down with the rolling thunder, Cyrus managed to roll out of the way just in time as Gavin crash landed against the canvas.

Slow to his feet, Cyrus stood tall while Gavin rolled back and forth on the mat, holding his back. Walking around to Gavin’s upper body, Cyrus focused on the same shoulder as earlier, dropping back to back knees onto it. He then pulled Gavin up to his feet, positioning himself beside him before taking him back down with a Russian leg sweep. On his feet, Riddle moved down to Gavin’s legs, lifting both of them into the air. Stepping one foot between them, Riddle was attempting to lock in a sharpshooter, but Gavin wasn’t having it. Ripping his legs away from Riddle’s hands, Gavin pulled his knees to his chest before kicking both legs straight and planting his feet into Riddle’s chest.

Riddle went back a few steps, but not far before settling his feet. The space between them did give Gavin the room he needed to shoot up to his feet before Riddle could close in. With his shoulder lowered, Gavin rammed it into Riddle’s stomach, wrapping both arms around his waist and driving him backwards across the ring and into the furthest corner. As his back hit the corner, Riddle grabbed onto Gavin and began hitting him with multiple lifting knees to the chest and face. Pressing forward, he pushed Gavin backwards before lifting him off his feet and slinging him to the mat.

VASSA: ”For a second there I thought Gavin was shifting the momentum.”

JOHNSON: ”You and me both. Too bad Cyrus didn’t agree with us.”

Gavin quickly began to push himself up but as he got to all fours, Cyrus was right there to drop him back down face first into the mat with a double axe-handle over the back. Kneeling down, Riddle placed both hands on the back of Gavin’s head, pressing his face into the mat as he began to drag it back and forth. Standing tall, he pulled Gavin up as well, spinning him around and then locking him in a full nelson. Lifting Gavin off his feet with ease, Riddle then threw him back down to the mat with a full nelson slam. Walking over to the nearby corner, Cyrus then climbed up to the top rope. He lined up his shot before leaping off and flying through the air, positioning himself to come down with an elbow drop.

CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!

Cyrus’ elbow crashed against the mat as Gavin was able to roll out of the way in just the niche of time. Holding his elbow, Cyrus rose up to a kneeled position. Looking up, he was like a deer looking in the headlights. Moving in at a fast pace was Gavin and what he had in mind was something that even Cyrus wasn’t ready for. Kicking his foot up, Gavin planted it straight into Cyrus’ face, knocking him backwards and flat on his back with a superkick.

VASSA: ”That’s going to leave a mark!”

JOHNSON: ”The Sac-Town Kick is going to leave more than a mark. Riddle is down and he doesn’t look good.”

VASSA: ”Just imagine how his sixteen year old girlfriend feels watching him eat a mouthful of boot.”

Gavin wasted no time, quickly moving in and pulling Cyrus to his feet. As Cyrus stood up from being bent over, be pushed Gavin back hard enough to send him a few steps backwards in the opposite direction. That didn’t stop Gavin though. Gavin came back for more, this time kicking Cyrus in the stomach with everything he had. Wrapping an arm around Cyrus’ head, Gavin pulled him down into a headlock. Holding him in place, he kicked his leg forward before swinging it back and falling forward, planting Cyrus’ head into the mat with a headlock driver!

JOHNSON: ”The Crowning!”

VASSA: ”First the Sack Kick, which doesn’t even make sense because he didn’t kick him in the sack. And then The Crowning… it’s going to be tough for Cyrus to come back from that.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s the Sac-Town kick… sack but without the k.”

VASSA: ”Potato, Xavier… what’s the difference? They both sound the same!”

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

VASSA: ”It makes perfect sense and anybody who is anybody knows exactly what I’m referencing.”

JOHNSON: ”Forget your references, Gavin is going for the cover!”

Rolling Cyrus over to his back, Gavin lays over him, hooking a leg even as the official drops in beside them with the count.

ONE

.

.

TWO

.

.

THREE!!!

VASSA: ”One, two, three… this one is over folks!”

JOHNSON: ”Gavin’s done it, he’s picked up his second win in 4CW and over a man who was on fire not too long ago.”

VASSA: ”It’s been over a year since he was set on fire, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s not what I meant. Poor choice of words, my bad. I meant like he was on a roll…”

VASSA: ”I know what you meant, I was just fucking with you!”

“Throne” hits the speakers as Gavin triumphantly rises to his feet. Standing over Cyrus, he then looks out to the crowd, soaking in the warm reaction from the fanbase that is still somewhat new to him. Stepping in beside him, the official then grabs his arm, lifting it high into the air and officially declaring him the winner.

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

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

Following the conclusion between Cyrus Riddle and Gavin Grimes, the cameras transitions to the backstage area inside Wallace’s office. It is looking nice and clean. Framed photos are placed beside his laptop. Suddenly, the door knob starts to jiggle before opening and Perry Wallace walks into his office for tonight’s Adrenaline. The chair spins around to find Alexis Mercer sitting there holding one of his pictures. She carcasses the frame gently with one finger then looked up with a fake smile across her face. Those eyes of Alexis slowly lift to Perry Wallace’s direction as she puts down that picture frame and leans back crossing her arms. Alexis appeared to be wearing her wrestling gear.

MERCER: “We need to talk.”

Alexis said as her body swayed the chair from side to side.

WALLACE: “I wasn’t expecting this so before anything even happens I am going to say that I am committed to a happy relationship with a wonderful woman, one that does not tweet half naked pictures with one to two word captions.”

Walking over to the mini bar across the room, Perry pours himself a glass of Scotch before taking a drink and turning his attention back to Alexis.

WALLACE: “Now that is out of the way and you know where I stand, what can I do for you, Alexis? Why have you snuck into my temporary office for the night and taken a seat at my throne?”

MERCER: “It’s no secret these past few months Andre and I have been at each other’s throats. While as entertaining as it has been beating that little prick and fucking with his mind, he has overgrown his use to me. Andre’s mission to end me is really laughable He wants to be stupid enough to challenge me to a first blood match at Retrograde in two weeks, give it to him. Give him anything he needs, Perry. Because after that night I’m leaving him clinging within an inch of his life. This is all about making statements like the one I’m going to make tonight against Dakota and Viduus. Using their blood and using their intestines to let the entire locker room know this year is going to be the darkest 4CW has seen.”

WALLACE: “Their intestines? That’s disgusting but people have tried, and I’ve seen Dakota attempt to do the same as well towards others. This is a wrestling company, not a horror film.”

Perry replied letting The Anti-Starlet know many have claimed the same thing over the years, while taking a rather large drink from the glass in hand. His remark caused Alexis to get to her feet and started approaching 4CW’s owner until they were inches away. She looked at him. Her eyebrows arched looking at the man’s eyes. Her thoughts cycled around carnage thinking about not just the future with Andre Holmes but their tag team match tonight.

MERCER: “I don’t care how many people have said that in the past, Perry. I don’t care how many have come through this fucking company hyping up their bullshit only to fizzle out into nothingness. I’m not one of them. When I speak I mean every single word. If I go out there on the stage with a rusty nail baseball bat ripping into the flesh of some poor bastard. You can bet your ass I am going to do it. I’ve grown bored with being the companies welcome mat and I want to continue to move onto legit 4CW people. Against Kimi. Against Jason Cashe. If I have to start stepping over bodies like Andre Holmes and like 4CW’s Boogeyman and Voodoo Witch Doctor. You’re going to need a lot more body bags.”

WALLACE: “Nobody has said you were a welcome mat. You and Andre have extended this little song and dance between you two. So here’s what I’m going to do. I’ll grant his request for the match stipulation. Now you’re going to have to prove what you can do not only tonight, but at Retrograde as well. If what you’ve been doing is what you refer to being a welcome mat, then let your actions speak for you in your next two upcoming matches. Then, we can talk once you put Andre behind you.”

Alexis adjust Perry’s business suit then does a fake smile.

MERCER: “Good. I’m glad we have an understanding and you agree to the match with Andre. He’ll be so pleased. Now, if you can excuse me I have to get ready to send Dakota Smith and Viduus back to Hell where they came from.”

She starts heading off but turns around.

MERCER: “Oh Perry. I’m glad we don’t have to stay here too long. With door locks like these anyone can just walk right on in.”

A surprised look then comes over Perry’s face.

WALLACE: “Oh shit!”

Alexis looks at him confused for a moment and before she knows it, he races right past her, darting out into the hall. He flees the scene, leaving Alexis standing as she looks on, his voice yelling down the hall getting further and further away.

WALLACE: “It was nice catching up with you and all that Alexis, but I have to get down to the ring!”

The camera moved out into the hallway where Perry was seen at the other end, running as quickly as he could. Shrugging her shoulders, Alexis then walked in the opposite direction before the scene came to a close.

The camera shifts back to ringside, where Perry Wallace is standing, hands on his knees and out of breath. His custom tailored suit isn’t looking as fresh as it was not too long ago. He had removed his jacket, laying it over the top rope, and even unbuttoned a couple extra buttons at the top of his shirt. The ring has been transformed to a formal setting, with red velvet carpet laid on the floor, a heavy brown marble mahogany desk which the production crew had to use a forklift to move the table into the ring. Along with three barcalounger type reclining leather seats. One for Perry, and the two others for the men he was going to introduce shortly. On the table was a official document and a legal cover which had written on the front of the document. Pride Championship Match at Retrograde. Official Terms and Conditions. Once Perry got the cue that he was on air, he lifted up a microphone and began his public address.

WALLACE: ”Just two weeks ago we all witnessed first hand at Adrenaline Seventy-Nine who would be challenging Jair Hopkins at Retrograde for the Pride Championship. It was a match between Alessandro Quagliaterre and Cyrus Riddle, coming down to the wire. Myself, along with everyone else watching were on the edge of their seats, including one man in particular that I’d like to introduce to the ring at this moment. Oh Mister Pride Champion and 4CW Hall of Famer, Jah-eer Hopkins, would you be so kind as to come join me here in the ring, sir?”

“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”

JOHNSON: ”And here comes the Champ!”

VASSA: ”The look on his face spells that he aint for the bullshit. He’s all business. But you gotta feel he’s got a lot on his chest to speak on against one, Alessandro!”

A few short seconds later emerged the Pride Champion, entering onto the stage. His belt shined up real nice, shining bright as it was poised up on his left shoulder. Jair made his way slowly down the ramp, unusual to his actual entrance theatrics but Business was business, and he was engaged and he was ready to sign, seal, and deliver it the contender. He slid into the ring under the ring ropes and popped up to his feet, immediately raising the title high off of his shoulder, showcasing it to the crowd before placing it on the table and taking a seat in the chair.

WALLACE: ”That’s a mighty fine looking belt you have there if I do say so myself. Let me ask you, what were your thoughts the exact moment a number one contender was declared?”

HOPKINS: ”First of all Mr. Wallace … It is a lovely lookin’ belt! I done took good care of it since winning it. Won’t believe how much dirt this title has held. My exact thoughts though when seeing Alessandro defeating Cy Riddle? Damn, was the exact word. Excitement overcame me. I actually was going to “legally” get the chance to put these hands on this dude in defense of my newly-won gold! I was ela–“

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. Dressed in a three-piece suit, 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”

JOHNSON: ”Alessandro looking the part tonight. Dressed up to the nines!”

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. 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, looking over at Perry Wallace. He nods his head at him, and then looks at over Jair Hopkins, and begins with a semi closed fist swaying his hand back and forth as if he was in possession of a pool cue, in the direction of Hopkins.

VASSA: ”What is that… a gang sign Quagmire’s doing?”

JOHNSON: ”I believe from my extensive knowledge of hand gestures he is doing a British Hand Signal known as ‘The Wanker’!”

VASSA: ”Wanker?”

JOHNSON: ”Not quite sure what it means, but the suggestion is he thinks Jair is one.”

Alessandro then sat down in his seat, and began bobbing up and down in it, like a overzealous kid who needed ADHD medication.

WALLACE: ”You alright there, chief? You look a little like American Tommy when he’s staring at his next meal of feet sprinkled with herbs and spices. I want to thank you for joining us here tonight as we finalize everything for the big match between you, and the Pride Champion standing beside me.”

HOPKINS: ”It’s fine Perry, I’d expect nothing less from dude. Respect isn’t in his language. I’m going to fix that for him though, with a side of those feet him and Tommy-Tom can snack on.”

After Jair had finished his opening statement, Alessandro picks up the microphone and turns his attention to Perry Wallace, completely ignoring Jair out for a moment.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Before I begin any pleasantries about this stupid Nog’ right next to me…”

Perry’s jaw dropped, while Jair’s eyes almost popped out, with the crowd letting Alessandro know their displeasure with a loud ‘RACIST’ chant.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Calm down. We’re in a state named after a country because it’s full of hispanics. I’m not trying to steal Jason Bourne’s bit.”

The crowd responded with a ‘FUCK ALESSANDRO’ chant.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Amazing you guys got my name right. Thank you so much.”

The crowd went quiet as their abuse was not working on Alessandro.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Yeah so anyways. Perry Wallace… I just want to tell you to your face, that tonight I’m going to beat the living shit out of your son Bronx Valescence. I don’t like you. I don’t like your son. I don’t like your family… which brings me to JAIR HOPKINS!”

Perry held his arm up, pulling his sleeve back to reveal a watch on his wrist that he stared at, tapping his foot against the canvas. Alessandro then shifted his head back to Jair, looking over him on the other side of the table.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Now that I got off my chest what I think about Perry Wallace. I feel liberated. And my liberation with you is really simple. First I will apologize Jair. Not for calling your a Nog’ because let’s face it I’m only describing what you are. But I will apologize for not giving you the attention that I should have been giving you these past two weeks, because I was and still am… until the end of tonight, focused on Bronx Valescence. Just as you should be focused on Anastasia Hayden.”

He had his priorities set straight.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Second, I just want you to know that as soon as you sign that contract. You are signing your own death warrant. You are signing the end of your reign as Pride Champion. And third, you are signing with the esteemed privilege of getting your ass beat like a nutter butter by me.”

Alessandro was unaware of the real meaning of Nutter Butter, but he stands by his comment.

WALLACE: ”The Pride Championship has always focused more on the purity of this sport, without all the flashy gimmick matches and things that take away from the substance that is wrestling. When your names across from each other, there’s one match in particular that comes to mind. It’s no secret that there is a disliking between you two that goes even further than the recent naming of you becoming the number one contender to the Pride Championship that Jair holds. You two deserve to make the other fall not once, but twice. The fans deserve to see a match that goes beyond just a standard single fall stipulation. I see you two going head to head for not one, but two out of three falls!”

QUAGLIATERRE: ”No. Let’s look to the future. Two out of three falls? That’s fine by me.”

HOPKINS: ”That is all fine by me! Two falls of me whooping this punk’s ass in grand fashion. Me signing this contract will give me freedom to beat the light off his skin and the exclusion of Po-Po. He ain’t gonna be recognized after I’m finished.”

Jair eyed the contract briefly before picking up the pen and going to the page to quickly apply his signature on the dotted line. Finishing, he slammed the pen to the paper and shoved it towards Alessandro. His glare went straight to him, watching him. Alessandro looks at the paper, and inspects every sentence of it. He peruses the rest of the contract line by line. Perry and Jair stare at him urging him to hurry up, but Alessandro is in no rush. He takes his own time. Which is very long. After inspecting the contract with great detail. He then appears to feel satisfied.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Hang On, I think I missed something, let me start again from the beginning.”

Perry and Jair get flustered with the length of time he took, that he wants to go again. Alessandro chuckles.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Chill I’m messing with y’all.”

Finally, he puts pen to paper, and signs the contract. He then looks at Jair straight in the eye.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”Just remember what I said earlier Jair, your execution got sealed. When I do what I have to do, remember that I warned you. I cannot be held responsible, Perry cannot be held responsible. Everything that you get you will deserve, and it’ll firmly be because of you. On the level you will take accountability for you own downfall to the fullest.”

He then gave a hand gesture of a rising action, followed by a great fall, which would represent Jair’s plight for Retrograde.

QUAGLIATERRE: ”You know I had the decency to tell your future wife Little Miss Kandice Kane exactly what would be up. And like a good little bugaboo she defended you. Had full faith in your ability, as I’m sure do the rest of 4CW. But that’s because you’ve been given this ideal to live up towards where you are a beacon of hope. I just want you to be aware of that, because when you’re left with nothing, and are soundly beaten by me. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so because I did.”

He saluted Jair, with a military pose. Jair got out of his seat frustrated with Alessandro’s never ending motor mouth. He went to step up to him, Alessandro responded by jumping out of his seat, as he is one, who loves to stir the pot, also stepping up to Jair. Neither backed down, the tension built up, and there was an inevitable fight about to erupt between them, as Jair and Alessandro went nose to nose, in a grizzly facedown.

WALLACE: ”You two could handle this like gentlemen, or you could get into some gangster shit for all we care. I’m all about the ratings but I do hope you two remember that you both have matches later in the evening. It might be best to focus on what’s in front of you at this exact moment than to look ahead three weeks from now. So with all due respect, let’s save the fireworks for the big show, yeah?”

Perry Wallace then intervened before it was about to kick off between the two. Very bravely pushing each other away, giving Alessandro and Jair a safe space of distance.

WALLACE: ”We don’t need anyone getting put into a coma and turned into a potato, and we don’t need blood spilt across this canvas from a nipple ripped from one’s flesh. You two both know what you’re capable of and wouldn’t it just be best to save it all, every last ounce of anger, for Retrograde when that shiny belt right there is on the line?”

Perry pointed at the Pride Championship, then mouthed at them to shake hands, as both Alessandro and Jair looked at him as if he was crazy. Jair however quickly came around and extended his hand out, Alessandro hissed at Jair, and with great reluctance shaked Jair’s hand. It is at this shot, the cameras fade out, transitioning backstage to hear from a retard who can’t spell Special, possibly Jair’s brother, though no reports confirm if this is true.

You couldn’t tell from the look on his face as it often looked like he was constipated or ill. However his expression, he was almost marching in place. Like he had to pee as his teeth tug and chew at his taped hands. He was bandaged up some from the opening fight with Aidan which lived up to his expectations. It also left him wanting more, from her, from competition like her. The year had been a shotgun blast and he felt win or lose, he was riding the bullet trajectory. So hype from the action, the high he loved so much being out there that Cashe didn’t notice American Tommy approach, but he felt the pancake that Tommy threw against the back of his head.

TOMMY: “What the fuck, Cashe!? Don’t think I didn’t see what happened last Adrenaline!”

American Tommy is now standing face to face with Cashe with a plate of breakfast food in his hand and he isn’t happy. Well, face to face would be an overstatement as Cashe has a couple inches and MANY more pounds on Tommy, because Cashe has the same body type as a five month pregnant lady. Tommy puts his wand in Cashe’s face.

TOMMY: “What do you have to say for yourself?!”

CASHE: “Why do you have a wand?!”

TOMMY: “Why wouldn’t I have a wand?”

Eyes getting big, excitement fills his face as Cashe takes a step back and smiles with an open mouth.

CASHE: “Do you know magic? Ohh please do a trick! I love magic!! Show me!”

Tommy looks at Cashe blankly while trying to think of something, but obviously he can’t. He’s still a real wizard folks, just you know, WWH AIDS and all that good stuff.

TOMMY: “I don’t have to show you anything, but if you kiss my girlfriend one more time I’m going to show you how to make this wand disappear when I stick it straight up your ass!”

CASHE: “That’s not magic Tommy! That’s borderline homosexual and while you have a husband, I do not float that way. I am no callum.. Why you so mad anyway? Kimi Su ain’t coming around for seconds, she hates me solely based on sides chosen before she gave me a chance to leave a real impression. I have no time for stuck up ho..”

Tommy’s eyes got real big. He was waiting in that split second to hear Cashe call Kimi a ‘hoe’ but Cashe changed it up.

CASHE: “Mie… Ho-mie. Kimi Su is just a homie. I have no interest so stop tripping. I mean.. I totally get it. Looking at you and then looking at me? It’s like one of those ‘what you think she likes compared to what she really wants’ memes. I am gifted..”

TOMMY:You certainly weren’t gifted with an appealing face. It looks as if your face was on fire at one point and someone put it out with a pair of cleats. You make the Mona Lisa look like a 10. Don’t even have me start trying to describe what’s living in that thing you call a beard either.

Tommy takes a piece of bacon and eats it. Cashe looks down at Tommy’s plate of food and takes a different piece of bacon and starts eating it. Before he can finish Tommy grabs it from him and eats the rest of it.

TOMMY: “How dare you!?”

CASHE: “What? Oh come on! Who doesn’t like good pork? I kissed your girl, what’s eating a piece of bacon really?”

TOMMY: “Trust me, I know all about your love for pork. I’ve seen the hogs you have been hanging around with since your split with Marquis, but let’s get back to why I’m here on Adrenaline. Sure, I’m here to support my girl and watch her kick that cunt nurse’s ass, but more importantly, I’m here to talk to you.”

Tommy sets his plate of food down and pokes Cashe in the chest with his wand. Which causes Cashe to follow the plate with his eyes. Trying to find a way to squat down and get his hands on more of that sweet bacon but Tommy was watching and giving Cashe an ear full. Much of which was totally going unheard.

TOMMY: “After Kimi’s match in which she beat you, I gave her a quick congratulatory kiss on the lips. I obviously had to wipe my mouth afterwards, because I remembered what happened during the match. But beyond all that, I had to pull what I think was a piece of your beard hair out of my mouth! Do you know how many times I had to brush my teeth after that? I made Kimitsu go and get me seven tubes of toothpaste and I used them all!”

Nodding as he agrees with everything Tommy was saying, Cashe gave the plate of food one more glance before actually responding.

CASHE: “Taking care of your smile bones is the only way to keep your smile pretty. I know all about that! I’d not be half the man I am today with this money maker right here! Kimi Su has nice teeth though, you can tell she flosses. Loved that flavored lip gloss she wore for our match! Tasted like–”

TOMMY: “She said you reminded her of her first kiss. Not because it’s a cherished memory that will never be forgotten, but for how bad it was mate.”

Nodding once more, this time Cashe was hearing every word. A slight grin on his face as he stares Tommy right in the eyes. The first time Cashe has even looked at him as a man since he stood in front of him in the hallway.

CASHE: “That’s great! Good for her and you but I wasn’t really trying to hook that seafood. If you catch my drift? I’ve never even gone down on an Asian chick much less slept with one. I stay clear of Asian porn and maybe that’s a touch racist but hey! Some hoes scream to the clouds about preferring black dudes over white dudes. It’s all preference you see? Kimi Su is cool but I want nothing to do with her clam chowder alright? I’d rather go back to Psyche or Niobe Martin before even thinking to smell that portside. See I do plenty well when I WANT some gumbo. Last few have gone psycho. Their bitterness and rage about me after things come to an end is very well documented.”

TOMMY: “Niobe just looks like the kind of person that would smell like fish.”

Patting Tommy to his outside shoulder, Cashe continues giving Tommy his own little rant.

CASHE: “She did have a stink to her but regardless, you enjoy that ‘slemp flied lice’ and stop being so.. Worked up over a kiss! A sloppy, unprepared but still very promoted kiss in not one but TWO companies in our business! I might not be the best thing swimming but I leaves mine walking crooked and that shows plenty if you look. So I GET your concerns buddy! Just very misplaced. I don’t eat with a chopstick and lord knows Kimi Su couldn’t handle the pool at her feet with someone like me. So she keeps herself a boy magician..”

Now bending down, Cashe lifts the plate that Tommy brought of food. No hesitation as he grabs a piece of bacon and chews it down before swallowing.

CASHE: “Now that you mention it though..”

Saying with a mouth half full of bacon.

CASHE: “That last serious relationship I had did kind of get on the porky side didn’t she? Say.. What you think about that Blaise chick? THERE is a real woman! I’d pour some syrup on that girl and call it breakfast for dinner! Ohhh weee!”

Going for another piece of food. Tommy was shading to a red color. He was not happy about so many things. So enraged, Tommy tucks his wand under his armpit, snatches the plate from Cashe and storms off tossing the plate to the ground. At first upset the plate of food was gone, but then upset because, Cashe. Fucking Cashe! Cashe waves goodbye as Tommy continues to walk away knocking tables over as he goes.

CASHE: “I think that went well. We understand each other far better now.. Good conversation!”

Tommy still walking, but his mouth hasn’t quit running, because well…it’s Tommy.

TOMMY: “I’ll show you a fucking boy! I’ll turn you into a potato, Cashe! A potato I tell you!”

UNDERCARD
DAKOTA SMITH & VIDUUS MORTA
VS. ALEXIS MERCER & ANDRE HOLMES

The Pit Arena in Albuquerque, New Mexico is ecstatic to be the host of yet another weekly running episode of 4CW Adrenaline. The 80th edition of this eccentric television programming will be the final show into the lead up of 4CW Retrograde. However, a tag team match is sanctioned between two teams suffering from civil war and are reluctant to team with each other. Andre Holmes and Alexis Mercer will face off against Dakota Smith and Viduus Moorta. The cameras cut over to Johnson and Vassa sat down behind the announce tables ready to call the match.

JOHNSON: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to 4CW Adrenaline. We’re now coming into our first out of two tag team matches on the card. Andre Holmes and Alexis Mercer versus Dakota Smith and Viduus Morta. This is going to be a giant ball of chaos. The ironic part is that neither teams enjoy the company of their own partners for the night!”

VASSA: ”Are you kidding me? That’s going to be the reason this match could be match of the night! We have Andre Holmes and Alexis Mercer in a First Blood Match at Retrograde along with Dakota Smith versus Viduus Morta at Retrograde as well. This is a fucking smart booker at the brightest. Put the two most hating rivals as partners for our entertainment! Fuckin’ A!”

JOHNSON: ”So what are you saying Vassa?”

VASSA: ”I’m saying you old fuck! Shut the fuck up, put that commentary too work and lets watch some funny ass shit go down on Adrenaline!”

JOHNSON: ”Well lets cut over to Powers for the match introductions!”

The camera transitions to the ring angle showing Powers standing in the center of the ring with a microphone held under his chin. He nods his head as he receives the cue from production to begin with the match introductions.

DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!”

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.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring at this time, VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

He waits for the music to pick up pace before continuing his walk to the ring. He slithers inside under the bottom rope and crawls to a nearby corner.

JOHNSON: ”The former two-time 4CW Extreme Champion has the biggest challenge of his career at Retrograde. Facing against Dakota Smith is no joke, a Hall of Famer should always be taken seriously but can he control his emotions to team with Dakota and score the win tonight?”

“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: ”The most sadistic mothafucka’ in all of the 4CW game. Everything a wrestler has accomplished in wrestling, Dakota Smith’s name is at the top of the list. I ain’t fuckin’ sorry when I say that this man is the pinnacle description of a successful career here in 4CW!”

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: ”What we witnessed backstage was a father on the verge of destroying a threat to his children. We’ve never seen Andre this volatile before but he has a chance to beat two certified amazing opponents. He has to keep his emotions in check to gain momentum leading into Retrograde.”

“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!!!”

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

VASSA: ”And there she is. The former 4CW Fate Champion who sent a message to Andre and now is in his head. I don’t like it when children gotta be dragged into some petty shit but she gotta do what she gotta do to get ahead. Retrograde, blood will be spilt!”

JOHNSON: ”I agree with you there so let’s get into our tag team match! Here we go!”

DING!!! DING!!!

Andre and Viduus are starting off their respective teams; Both men leave their corners and circle the ring trying to get the upper hand upon one another. They step into the center of the ring and lock up in the traditional collar and elbow. It ends with Viduus scoring a Side Headlock wrenching down the head of Holmes who stands his ground. He slips his head out while taking the right arm behind his opponent applying the Hammerlock. Andre then spins in front of him to whip him into the ropes. Off the rebound, a strong Dropkick knocks him down!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

As Moorta lands down onto the canvas, he gets back up to suffer elbow blows into his chin. Backing up all the way into an unoccupied corner, he gets thrown into the opposing one where his back gets stuck to the turnbuckles. Andre charges into him; A strong Corner Lariat sits him down in the corner. This presents a great window to run into the corner behind him, rebound and come back to fluster a Corner Knee Strike with that right knee plowing through his head.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JOHNSON: ”The trademarked, “Trapped in the Corner”, move has no boundaries when it comes to punishment. Andre utilizes every part of the ring as much as he can to score more damage in getting the victory. Here he is with the first pin attempt!”

ONE

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TW–

No! Viduus won’t be going out that easy so he goes into the mount position to produce some Ground N’ Pound by delivery a flurry of elbows into him. Upon getting up, he also helps Moorta back up to his feet and keeps him bent over from a Spinning Back Kick into the ribs. Having him in that groggy position, Andre runs to the ropes ahead of him, rebounds before getting lifted up on the canvas for a Back Suplex until transitioning that into a Backbreaker. He just rolls off Viduus’ right knee then down onto the canvas.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: ”Back Suplex Backbreaker! Yeah Andre you’re not the only one who can do Backbreakers you bitch!”

Alexis isn’t too impressed and Dakota shares the same resentment for Viduus who drags Andre back to his feet. He throws him into the ropes then delivers a sick Clothesline that knocks his opponent onto his back. Andre tries to fight but a vicious Punt Kick into his ribs nearly shatters them. A handful of his head, he gets dragged up back to his feet and run to the ropes. Viduus tries to toss him over the top rope but Andre lands on his feet on the apron.

VASSA: ”Viduus, you dumbass! Turn around!”

He does in fact turn around and goes into a barbaric charge but Andre clocks him in the head with a Gamengiri which forces him back into the center of the ring. Holmes leaps onto the top rope then Springboards into the air before taking him down with a Springboard Lariat! Both men are down on the canvas and Andre is back up again; He walks over to his corner to Alexis but stops mid-way. He thinks he can handle this on his own until turning into Viduus Spearing him down into the canvas!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JOHNSON: ”Vicious Spear by Viduus! Andre was going for the tag but had second thoughts and it cost him the momentum of the match! Wait! Dakota tagged himself in!”

Indeed he did. He slapped his hand on Viduus back tagging himself in and the referee orders Morta on the apron. As Andre tries to get back up, he gets spiked down on the canvas by a Snap DDT from Smith. It doesn’t end there; Dakota helps him back up to his feet, throws him into the corner where he charges in and destroys his chest with a Stiff Corner Lariat. Finally, he hugs Andre and throws him back into the center of the ring from the Snap Belly to Belly Suplex!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”My God! From a Snap DDT to a Corner Lariat into a Snap Belly to Belly Suplex! Dakota Smith is showing exactly why he was the first ever Hall of Famer in 4CW and here is the pin attempt!”

ONE

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TWO

Andre kicks out of the pin attempt until he is transformed into the Single Leg Boston Crab. He’s on his chest while Dakota sits down on his back pulling back with the right leg in his grasp. Holmes shakes his head; Stretching his right hand out at the ropes while Alexis leans in on the action yelling at Andre to man up. He starts dragging their weight over to the ropes and Dakota can’t believe he still has the strength to keep fighting.

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

VASSA: ”Tap Andre! Tap out you son of a bitch! You can’t exactly be able to escape this! It’s over!”

Dakota drags him back into the center of the ring. Andre turns over on his back to kick him off which he does successfully. However, his opponent runs back into him where Holmes throws a front kick but its caught. Dakota throws the leg away letting Andre gain velocity on the spin to bounce his foot off his head from the Tornado Kick! Landing down on that right leg, he drops to his knee to recover while Dakota is on the mat dazed from that kick to the head. Against his better judgment, Holmes leaps across the canvas and tags in Alexis Mercer!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: ”Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

Alexis climbs up all the way to the top turnbuckle then leaps off to Dakota for the Diving Hurricanrana! She flips him down all the way to the mat then gets back up as he rolls forward to his feet. He turns around and suffers back to back Knife Edge Chops pushing into an unoccupied corner. A Short-Arm Clothesline pushes him out from the corner into the center of the ring and the audience watches her put him down once again in the center of the ring from a Fisherman Neckbreaker!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JOHNSON: ”Fisherman Neckbreaker! Alexis Mercer is proving to be a huge part in the turnover of momentum! The pin attempt is made again!”

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TWO

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THR–

No! Viduus breaks up the hold and yells at Dakota to get back in this match. Andre enters into the ring and blindsides Viduus with a Yakuza Kick kicking him out of the ring. With Viduus at ringside and still on his feet, Andre charges to the ropes behind him, rebounds and dives through the bottom and middle rope to Spear Viduus in the chest and into the barricade. As Dakota is getting up on his right knee, a Running Bicycle Kick from Alexis Mercer strikes him down in the head!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: ”The 20 Eyes Signature Running Bicycle Kick! Alexis Mercer is ready to end it and what is Andre doing?! He’s offering a tag and he’s willing to work?! I guess he’s finally fucking realizing that ending Dakota Smith for the win is more important!”

Alexis flips off Dakota and is stalking his every move until her eyes watches Andre get up on the apron offering for a tag. He’s yelling at her to tag him in so they can end Dakota together and she walks over for the tag until he drops off. Alexis is furious as Andre backs up the entrance path, she stands at the ropes yelling at him until from behind Dakota locks in the Full Nelson, lifts her off the canvas and drives his knee off the back of her head!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”GOREWHORE! ANDRE HOLMES REPAYING THE DEBT SHE DID TO HIM IN THEIR TAG TEAM BEFORE FRIGHT NIGHT! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA and DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

MARQUIS: ”So, how many times can you look someone in the eyes and say the same shit over and over again?”

Persephone Marquis is shown to be in her locker room, alone and very much having fun as she sits inside of what appears to be a small wooden boat. How did she get it inside of her locker room? Your guess is as good as mine. Persephone is comfortable in the boat, eating fruits from a bowl placed next to her. She places a mouthful of grapes into her mouth, chewing as she thought. Finally swallowing, she speaks again.

MARQUIS: ”I guess, if my match tonight and everything said leading up to it can be taken into account, you can repeat yourself a million times and feel like you’re saying some really deep shit. Honestly, you’ll understand once Genie decides to stand in front of a camera tonight and spew the same shit that she has been spitting out against me since the first time we ever faced each other.”

Persephone removes a cherry from the bowl, looking at it.

MARQUIS: ”Me, though? I’m done talking about her, I’m done addressing her. She lives for attention and I’m better than that. Win or lose tonight, I’m going to come out of the match better than her in every way, shape or form and nothing will ever fucking change that fact, no matter who books her for those one off dyke matches.”

Persephone pops the cherry in her mouth, chewing gleefully at how delicious it is. She’s always been one who preferred fruits, and that isn’t a reference on how much she actually enjoys gay porn, that’s an actual fact. She sighs to herself and looks around, realizing she needs to present a point to her words because, unlike some fucking people, she’s not going to speak without apparent purpose. She taps her finger against the boat.

MARQUIS: ”No, I’m here to talk about something much different. I’m here to talk about my future in 4CW.”

Persephone smiles to herself, very much amused for some reason.

MARQUIS: ”With some sensitive bitches out there hoping that I’m going to leave 4CW for good sooner rather than later, something that everyone and their mother has been calling for, I’m just going to go ahead and say that you all can eat your own asshole from the inside and out, because nothing is ever going to make me leave 4CW unless Perry Wallace decides to grab me by the hair and throw me the fuck out himself.”

Persephone leans forward in her seat on the wooden boat, licking at her lips as she smiles at the camera. She shakes her head.

MARQUIS: ”I’ve been in the biggest fucking hole of my career since Uprising, I have a lot to make up for and if you think that I’m going to bow out any time soon, you might want to fucking hold your breath and watch your face turn blue while I reclaim the name that I made in this company.”

Persephone reaches into her bowl of fruit, pulling out an apple.

MARQUIS: ”I know I’m still the shit, I know that people still fear my name even though there’s absolutely no reason to considering my performances as of late. I breathe and people become angry enough to write up four college essays on me. Take what I say Out Of Context, we call that OOC around here, and cry me a fucking river. I have too much to worry about, I have too many fucking goals for the first time in my life and those goals are all centered around 4CW.”

She takes a bite of the apple and makes a disgusted face, throwing the apple to the side and spitting out the contents from her mouth over the small boat. She shakes her head.

MARQUIS: ”I’m going to build myself back up, I’m going to climb to the top of this company. No matter how many times I lose, no matter how much everyone feels as if I’m dwindling down with each L on my record – I’m still going to be here standing and waiting for the next match to prove myself. I’m going to work hard and show everyone that I’m exactly the type of bitch that belongs here. I’ve proved it before, I can prove it again.”

Persephone stands inside of the boat, looking around the room as if studying the land and shielding her eyes from a sun that isn’t there. She puts her hand on her hips.

MARQUIS: ”I said that it feels like sinking, being this deep inside of a hole. It feels like having to swim back up to the surface. Yet, even underwater, my words still affect you all like a typhoon. Well, it’s only going to get worst for you all, from here on out.”

She throws out a ring floater onto her locker room floor, and then another.

MARQUIS: ”Do whatever you all need to do in order to survive the waves, especially if you aren’t a good swimmer. Take hold of whatever I give you and use it to stay afloat. Most of you, with my name making you choke harder than any dick you’ve ever slid onto your tongue, need me. I’m not going to let you all down just yet.”

Persephone throws on a captain’s hat, very proud. She loves captain shit, man. What an aesthetic.

MARQUIS: ”I’m going to claim a whole ocean to myself, one way or another, or die trying. I’m going down with this ship; this ship being my career, the ocean being 4CW. I know it’s hard for a lot of you to fucking understand metaphors and the point behind a lot of things but try to stay with me. Just pretend we’re in AP English and stick to it, since I’m already in your mouth.”

Persephone winks at the camera, saluting everyone.

MARQUIS: ”4CW, this is your Marquis speaking, and tonight is the first step in showing you all that I’m the ruler of these fuking waves.”

The camera fades, or whatever the fuck. You know how it goes.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and Gentlemen joining me at this time is Your Hero and Mine – Mark Storm.”

A pop ensues that echoes through the hallways as the camera pans to Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm, who clasps his hands together whilst planting a signature smirk upon his lips. He’s ready, ring gear already on, with his ‘Your Hero and Mine’ tee for his entrance.

HARTMAN: ”It was a great debut for you Mark a fortnight ago when you went one on one with an old time friend, Alexis Mercer. How did it feel after getting that victory?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he rubs his hand against his chin and ponders over the question, thinking about the best way to answer.

STORM: ”I could tell you it meant world to me. I could tell you that it was everything I ever dreamed of and wished for. But Gabriel, I did exactly what I said I was going to do, and that’s what satisfied me the most. There’s a lot of talkers here Gabe but you already know that, heck, you’ve had to interview most of em. A lot of talkers who say they’re going to do shit and then they fail to deliver. Alexis Mercer said that a fortnight ago was going to be the “death of Mark Storm” yet here I am Gabe, standing before you after death with a victory on the column. But I’ll tell you what, with all that talkin’ Alexis Mercer actually had me believing that maybe she could pull it off. But as soon as that bell went and those fans were chanting my name, there was only ever going to be one winner. ”

HARTMAN: “Tonight is a big night too. You finding yourself teaming with Chris Madison… an Invictus reunion?”

Mark chuckles, licking his dry lips before opening them:

STORM: “Looks like it, Gabe. Chris Madison and Mark Storm in the same corner of the ring for the first time since the summer of last year. I’ve been sayin’ it all week Gabe, I didn’t think it would happen again but here I am. I’ve changed a lot since then. I’ve had to. You see, I took a lot of losses last year inside the ring and out and one of the biggest ones of them all, is that I felt responsible for tarnishing Madison’s legacy. I felt responsible for ending that streak, I felt responsible for dampening his name and I couldn’t take it. I’ll be honest with you… but hell, it was meant to happen because now I’m stronger than I‘ve ever been. I had to endure that, Gabe. I had to go through so I could make it out the other-side a better man. A new man, reborn. I won’t make that mistake again, Gabe. I won’t let him down.”

HARTMAN: “Now there’s been a lot of talk about the Dogs of War and Chris Madison, more specifically Mitsuo Shimada and Chris Madison. Now obviously, you’re caught in the middle of the crossfire and questions have to be asked where do your loyalties lie? When it comes down to it can Chris Madison trust you?”

There’s a pause that feels like an intermission. Mark lowers his head and looks to the ground. It was inevitable that the question was going to come up, yet he still wasn’t prepared. At least it seems like he isn’t. He lifts his head up and once again, his signature smirk is on display.

STORM: “I will always have Chris’s back. He isn’t just a tag team partner but he’s a role model of mine… and dare I say it, he might even actually be my hero! Obviously there’s a lot of tension between himself and Shimada but that’s there beef and not mine, and I’m not going to get involved. In Four Corners Wrestling… my partner, is Chris Madison. And –

Before Mark can say another word in comes Chris Madison and another pop ensues. Smiling as he approached, he extended his arm outward with a clenched fist. Without hesitation, Mark reciprocated the gesture.

MADISON: “Gabe, are you tryin’ to drive a wedge between Mark and I?”

Hartman nervously waved off Madison.

MADISON: “Good… Now if you got a question about me, Shimada, and The Dogs of War, grow a set and ask me personally.”

Standing with both members of Invictus Fight Club at opposite sides, Hartman swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes danced back and forth between them.

HARTMAN: “Well it makes for an interesting dynamic between you and Mark. He’s a member of the Dogs of War, spends a lot of time traveling with them… Mitsuo Shimada might be your biggest rival since Brad Jackson. Are you going to find it difficult to trust Mark?”

MADISON: “Dogs of War… Mitsuo Shimada… The last time I checked, this is 4CW and we have a tag team match against a very game Amber Ryan and Boston.”

Chris looked passed Gabriel, staring his partner in the eyes, trying his best to get a read on him.

MADISON: “I have nothin’ to worry about when it comes to trust with Mark. The summer was supposed to be our time to break out as a team and leave our mark on the tag team wrestlin’ scene. Things didn’t pan out the way we had hoped, but that doesn’t mean the desire died out. I think I can count on one hand the amount of people in this business that I truly trust – Mark Storm is one of them. Tonight, Invictus Fight Club, Mark Storm and Chris Madison are goin’ to show the world what we already know we’re capable of as a team.”

HARTMAN: “Trust will be tested tonight for sure. Two weeks ago we saw this very team of Amber Ryan and Boston topple the Sadboiz. How do you guys think you match up?”

Chris paused for a second, looking over to his partner to see if he wanted to tackle the question.

MADISON: “Amber and Boston are very talented competitors. Beatin’ Marquis and Williams is no easy task. But as good as they both are, there’s one glarin’ weakness that if exposed, will cost them the match. A certain someone has a problem keepin’ his emotions in check…”

HARTMAN: “Sounds like you fellas have it all sorted out -”

Before Gabe could finish his sentence, Mark intervened.

STORM: “That’s right Gabe. Look we’re not playing around. We’re here to win and if those two wanna take us lightly then so be it, it’ll just make things so much more sweeter when we get that win, Now if you’ll excuse us… we’ve got a match to prepare for.”

Left high and dry, Gabe watches the two walk away and is struck with either awe or excitement, it’s one or the other. The scene then gradually fades to black.

UNDERCARD
NO HOLDS BARRED
NURSE KINSLEY VS. KIMITSU ZOMBIE

JOHNSON: ”Interesting matchup here, just because the both of these competitors need this win here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Kimitsu got herself a big win against Jason Cashe at the last Adrenaline, but keeping that momentum going is crucial for her.”

JOHNSON: ”Well she’ll have to go up against Nurse Kinsley, who’s no pushover in her own right.”

VASSA: ”Indeed, she owns some good wins here in 4CW. A win over the former Pride Champion would just be another good one for that collection.”

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.

JOHNSON: ”Kimitsu got herself a big win against Jason Cashe, what do you think a win here tonight would do for her?”

VASSA: ”It would mean a winning streak, and it could possibly put her closer back into title contention.”

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 one hundred twenty-five pounds and hailing from Kimitsu, Japan It’s the ‘Little Yokai’, KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”

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

DING!!! DING!!!

Kinsley and Zombie stare each other down, as the bell rings. The match begins as Kimitsu slowly walks out from her corner. Nurse Kinsley circles around Kimitsu, keeping her distance as Kimitsu watches on. Kimitsu takes a fighting stance, as Kinsley attacks with a Running Forearm Smash! Zombie is taken by surprise, as Kinsley follows up with a Dropdown Neckbreaker! Zombie looks to be in a bad way early, as Kinsley tosses Zombie to the ropes. Kimitsu hits them, but bounces back with a Slingblade that catches Kinsley off guard! She hits the mat hard, as Zombie gets back up to her feet.

Nurse Kinsley grabs the back of her head, trying to get back to her feet, but Kimitsu lands a stiff kick to the side of her ribs. Nurse Kinsley scrambles to her feet, rushing towards the ropes. She charges at Kimitsu on the rebound, but Kimitsu ducks and runs the ropes as well. Both competitors meet in the middle of the ring, Kimitsu catching Nurse Kinsley with a running high knee! The sound of Kimitsu’s knee connecting with Nurse Kinsley’s face echoes throughout the arena!

SMACK!!!

Nurse Kinsley stumbles backwards, leaning against the ropes. Kimitsu grabs her, pulling her into a Chokehold, but Nurse Kinsley fights out of it. She knocks Kimitsu backwards, connecting with a lariat that sends Kimitsu to the mat! Kimitsu gets back up, and Nurse Kinsley knocks her down again with another lariat! Kimitsu gets back up, and finally ducks the Lariat attempt from Nurse Kinsley. Nurse Kinsley tries a spinning backfist, Kimitsu ducks that and drives a knee into the ribs of Nurse Kinsley! Kimitsu drives another knee into her side, again placing her in a Chokehold.

JOHNSON: ”Kimitsu back in control again!”

VASSA: ”She’s got Nurse Kinsley exactly where she wants her.”

Nurse Kinsley breaks free of the hold, pushing Kimitsu away and connecting with a side kick to her stomach. With her opponent doubled over, Nurse Kinsley attempts an Arm-Trap Neckbreaker but Kimitsu blocks it. Kimitsu tries lifting Nurse Kinsley up and over, but Nurse Kinsley rolls through and turns it into a pinning attempt! Logan Whitby drops down to make the pin!

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KICKOUT!!!

Kimitsu was able to kickout in time, but Nurse Kinsley catches her with a Jumping DDT as Kimitsu gets to her knee! With Kimitsu down, Nurse Kinsley looks to capitalize on her downed opponent. Nurse Kinsley stomps away at Kimitsu’s midsection, wrapping her up in an Abdominal Stretch! Kimitsu tries to push herself over, but Nurse Kinsley keeps the hold locked in tight. She moves with Kimitsu, continuing to stretch her out. A bit of discomfort comes over Kimitsu’s face, but she keeps her calm, her foot reaching out for the nearby bottom rope!

JOHNSON: ”Kimitsu trying to break that hold!”

VASSA: ”I think Nurse Kinsley knows that!”

Nurse Kinsley notices this, and pushes herself backwards with Kimitsu stuck in the hold. The two roll through, and Kimitsu is able to escape from the stretch! Kimitsu rolls backwards, standing up and catching Nurse Kinsley with a short dropkick to the face! Kimitsu quickly covers Nurse Kinsley, taking advantage of the situation!

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KICKOUT!!!

Nurse Kinsley kicks out now allowing Kimitsu control of the match, Kimitsu snatches her into a side headlock. The choke applied perfectly, Kimitsu squeezes tightly as Nurse Kinsley tries to keep her posture on the ground. She moves in closer towards Kimitsu, hoping to relieve some of the pressure around her neck. Kimitsu transitions, getting up to her feet and locking in the Stretch Plum! Kimitsu looks to stretch Nurse Kinsley out, but because of the damage done to her midsection recently, the hold looks very loose. Nurse Kinsley is able to slip a hand through, keeping some of the pressure away from her throat. She reaches out, trying to grab the nearby bottom rope to break the hold!

Nurse Kinsley drags herself a little closer, suddenly Kimitsu breaks the hold and grabs her legs. She pulls Nurse Kinsley towards the middle of the ring, but Nurse Kinsley rolls to her back. She kicks away one hand from her legs, and then pushes Kimitsu away with her free leg! Nurse Kinsley gets back to her feet, as Kimitsu charges at her. Nurse Kinsley ducks, slipping behind Kimitsu, but Zombie is able to spin around and connect with a Rolling Savate Kick! Kinsley hits the mat hard, as Zombie looks on.

Nurse Kinsley gets up, Kimitsu gets up, Kimitsu shoots behind Nurse Kinsley and lifts her up for a Back Drop. Nurse Kinsley fights out of the hold, multiple elbow shots land flush. Nurse Kinsley drops behind Kimitsu, spinning her around. Kinsley connects with another Jumping DDT, as she quickly covers her opponent!

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KICKOUT!!!

Kimitsu Zombie kicks out, but Nurse Kinsley does not relent. She smells blood in the water, as she waits for her opponent to get back up. Kimitsu gets to one knee, as Nurse Kinsley picks her up into another front facelock. She lifts Zombie up, swinging her legs into the ropes. Kinsley pulls her out slightly, connecting with the Rope Hung DDT! Zombie is implanted into the mat head first, as Kinsley again covers her for the pin!

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KICKOUT!!!

Kimitsu Zombie kicks out at the last moment! Shocked, but not out, Nurse Kinsley looks on as her opponent tries to get back up. Nurse Kinsley tries to finish this quickly, looking to connect with the Sobredosis! Kimitsu is able to break free, pushing Kinsley chest first into the nearby corner. Nurse Kinsley hits hard, bouncing off as Kimitsu runs to the ropes. Kinsley doesn’t even see it coming, as Kimitsu blasts her with a Running Dropkick! Kinsley is violently forced to the mat, as Kimitsu takes a hard spill.

JOHNSON: ”What a shot from Kimitsu right there!”

VASSA: ”She put Nurse Kinsley down, hard!”

Kimitsu and Nurse Kinsley continue to lay there, as Logan Whitby looks on. He goes to start his count, but Kimitsu starts to stir. Shortly after, Nurse Kinsley begins to move as well. Kimitsu gets to one knee, as Nurse Kinsley looks ready to prove something. She springs to her feet, much to the surprise of the crowd! Nurse Kinsley runs to the ropes, looking to get some momentum to use against her opponent, but Kimitsu catches her with another running high knee! Nurse Kinsley looks to collapse backwards, almost falling through the top and middle rope! Nurse Kinsley catches herself, rebound back with a lariat!

JOHNSON: ”Big lariat right there!”

VASSA: ”She just caught Kimitsu by surprise!”

Kimitsu and Nurse Kinsley are slow get back up, but neither wants to quit this fight. With Kimitsu staggered, Nurse Kinsley tries again for the Sobredosis! She rushes towards the corner, and CONNECTS! Kimitsu eats all of the move, as Nurse Kinsley quickly turns her over to make the cover!

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS:”Here is your winner, NURSE KKIINNSSLLEEYY!!!”

“Your Weakness Gives Me Life” begins to play, as Nurse Kinsley stands up victorious. With her arm raised in the air, the crowd boos. Kimitsu lays on the mat, trying to figure out what just happened. Kinsley celebrates her win here tonight.

JOHNSON: ”Big win for Nurse Kinsley here tonight!”

VASSA: ”It was a back and forth contest, but Nurse Kinsley was able to hold in there and get the win!”

JOHNSON: ”Kimitsu looked to be taken by surprise, such a close victory for Nurse Kinsley here tonight. You got to feel for Kimitsu right now.”

VASSA: ”She’ll bounce back for sure, just an unlucky night for her.”

Ally Gregory is hanging backstage at the arena, somewhere towards the locker room area casually talking with her long time friend and former colleague Gavin Grimes. She rolls her eyes slightly at something he says, looking up and down the hallway some. After a few minutes of conversation, Gavin excuses himself and Ally waves him off with a smile before turning to walk down the hall, looking all around her as opposed to really where she’s going, which causes her to all but run into Genevieve Carlson, Ally jumping back at the last second with a slight laugh.

GREGORY: “Ooops, sorry!”

Genevie rolled her eyes and shook her head about to fly off the handle the way she usually did but then realized who was in front of her and stopped with a smirk.

CARLSON: “Oh look who it is. Ally Gregory. I thought I saw something on twitter about you being here.”

She looked her up and down and scoffed.

CARLSON: “Just never thought I’d actually see you backstage at a 4CW event. What with you DUCKING me for an entire year. I mean you even got pregnant just so you wouldn’t have to face me.”

Ally rolls her eyes in response, falling back on her heels to look Genie up and down she scoffs.

GREGORY: “Yeah, because that’s actually a believable narrative right? That I got pregnant to avoid fighting you, remind me why I needed to do that again? Cause last I checked, I’m still not the one with the run of losses on my record so…?”

Folding her arms over her chest Ally raises her brows with a half shrug.

GREGORY: “I’m only back here because I was talking to Gav for a half second, you know, since he invited me here. Don’t worry, I’m not getting back into the ring on a permanent basis just yet so you can keep pretending that you run the place or whatever your latest deal is.”

Genevie snorted at Ally and looked away from her to wave at a few workers of 4CW walking bye acting unphased by Ally’s words.

CARLSON: “Right. I forgot you got one loss and in that loss you got injured. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you boo, so a handful of losses was bound to happen at some point.”

Genevie poked Ally in a patronizing manner that sent her shoulder slightly back before continuing on.

CARLSON:“In fact here you stand bragging about not losing while in the same sentence making excuses and further ducking me. How dare you walk into MY territory acting all tough but still cowering away from me. Typical. Run along back to being a Mommy. The real bitches will still be here outshining you and leaving you in the dust.”

Ally laughs slightly, a derivative sound as opposed to one with any humor.

GREGORY: “Is that what this is about? You want to step up and prove you can beat me… You know if you want the Spider treatment you only had to ask. She was pretty damn sure she could beat my semi-retired mommy self too and that didn’t work out too well for her.”

Ally looks around for a moment, pushing her tongue against her cheek as she thinks it over before nodding.

GREGORY: “Alright. You think you can be a one in twenty two? Take your shot… Name the date and we’ll go, but when you lose to me. And you will lose. When that bell rings and you’re just another number in that W column for me, you’ll have literally nobody to blame but yourself.”

Genevie has a smirk and a gleam in her eye as she thought about the best time to have this match. She then clasped her hands together and rubbed them as if she had an evil plan she was excited about.

CARLSON: “I have the perfect date. Since you see yourself so highly. How about you face me at Retro Grade in just a couple of weeks. Gives you plenty of time to accept the fact you’re gonna take this L. I’m not Spider. I’m not any of the basics you’ve faced before. I’m better, and I was better a year ago, and I’ll prove that to you. All you gotta do is accept the challenge.”

Genevie held her hand out to Ally to shake on the match. Ally takes a moment to think it over before tilting her head with a smile and shaking Genevie’s hand.

GREGORY: “Save the ego for after the match, it’s going to be a little bruised and you’ll be glad you held onto as much as you did after Retro Grade. See you there.”

Ally mock salutes her, turning on her heels with a laugh she carries on the way she was going, not pausing at all to look back. Genevie smirked and turned towards the camera.

CARLSON: “Tonight I prove once and for all I’m better than Persephone Marquis, and at Retro Grade? I’ll FINALLY get to prove I’m better than Ally Gregory as well.”

Genevie winked at the camera and with the happiest smile people could see from her she walked away.

We come back from break, and as we do “Star Boy” the Stranger Things remix breaks over the house system and the Star Boy himself, Bronx Valescence makes his way out on stage with a pop from the crowd. He’s wearing a suit and tie which is unusual for him, but it is the last Adrenaline before Retrograde, and it seems Bronxy is all business tonight. He surveys both sides of the stage and then heads down the ramp, taking a microphone from Powers on the way down. Bronx walks up the steps, wipes off his dress shoes and then steps into the ring, he holds up his title with one hand as the music dies away.

VALESCENCE: ”Lots of people are looking forward to Retrograde, for the first time in a long time the entire roster is buzzing about a main event match—I’ve been in a lot of these in my stint in 4CW… but this may very well be the biggest, but let me tell you something. I haven’t forgotten about ALESSSANDRRROO tonight. I know how hard that match is going to be. And I get it, I know why he’s so dead set on everyone paying attention to tonight, because he thinks he has a shot to knock me off. He wants the world to pay attention, but he knows what all of you know.”

A smirk crosses his lips.

VALESCENCE: ”That no matter what happens, all eyes are on Ana Hayden and Bronx Valescence… but make no mistake about it. No matter what person on this roster says I don’t bring it in every match I am in, Alessandro is going to get my best tonight. And if I lose, it isn’t because I was looking ahead. It’ll be because he’s the better man… but I have a proposition… for Retrograde… so… for the first time since our match, one on one. I’d like to invite Ana Hayden to the ring… ”

On cue, ”Shook Ones (Part II)” by Mobb Deep plays as Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtain sporting a leather jacket and pair of dark blue jeans; an obvious contrast between the two. The crowd boo for the most part as Ana makes her way down the ramp and heads into the ring. She steps up to Bronx, smirking as she taps the faceplate of the 4CW Championship before walking past him, and grabbing a microphone from a crew member.

HAYDEN: ”Nice suit.”

Ana reaches out and pops one side of Bronx’s suit collar.

HAYDEN: ”Thanks for the invitation to the ring, Bronx. Such an honor. Oh and apologizes for missing the memo about the dress code, but we both know that’s never really been my scene. Corporate and what not. But, hey, speaking of business…guess now’s as good a time as any to tell the world why you’ve brought me out here. Hopefully not for any pointers against Jair.”

She winks and Bronx brushes the comment off, doing his best to move forward.

VALESCENCE: ”I know a lot of eyes are on this match, Ana… and I know you care about winning this title just as much as I do. I know you want to set the bar high and etch both of our names within the 4CW History books. So I’ve been thinking. You pinned me once, fair and square… but what happens if I pin you at Retrograde? You’re in the same loop you were in with Bryan Williams where we both want another match to prove who the better wrestler is… so I have a different suggestion… one that will leave people talking… and one that will put the bar as high… as it has ever been…”

Slowly Bronx looks up above him, Ana looks up as well. Bronx nods and smiles, Ana smirks as the two look back at one another.

VALESCENCE: ”There will be no pin falls… no submissions… no. We do this the 4CW way… we take this 4CW Championship… we put it high above the ring. We put… a cage around this ring.”

There’s a loud pop from the crowd, knowing the history of this particular match he’s referencing in 4CW.

VALESCENCE: ”And we decide who walks away with the championship in the match 4CW made famous… A CAGED ladder match!”

Bronx looks around as the crowd pops. Ana nods for a brief moment and looks back at Bronx.

HAYDEN: ”Is this the part where I drop my microphone and applaud you like the rest of these idiots?”

The pop from the audience dies down and is soon replaced with boos as Ana laughs.

HAYDEN: ”But I’ll give you credit, Bronx. You’re not wrong. This is the biggest match in 4CW history and it’s going to stay that way for a long time. So if you want to do this caged ladder match at Retrograde? You already know my answer. You know I’m not backing down from anything. So, Bronx? You’re on. I’ll step into that cage and I’ll take what’s rightfully mine just to watch your world crumble.”

Ana motions toward the 4CW Championship which causes Bronx to readjust it on his shoulder.

HAYDEN: ”I’m not going to stand here and say that I’ll be honored to become the second ever woman to hold the 4CW Championship. I’m going to stand here and say that I’m looking forward to ripping that championship away from you. I’m not going to parade myself like Manny, Marquis, or even like yourself, Bronx. I’m making history, but not for being the champion…I’m making history because I’m ending the career of Bronx Valescence. Put that in your history books.”

With that, Ana drops her microphone, stepping up to Bronx once more, and looking at the 4CW Championship again before backing out of the ring and turning up the ramp. In the ring, Bronx can’t help, but smirk as he watches Ana leave and then holds up the 4CW Championship to a large pop from the crowd; more than ready for what Retrograde is going to bring.

The cameras catch up with Anastasia Hayden in the back following her in-ring moment with Bronx Valescence only moments ago. Her face is just as emotionless as it was when she made her exit. Ana glares into the camera before speaking.

HAYDEN: “You guys never let up, huh? That’s fine, whatever. I’ve got nothing more that I need to say about Bronx. I like to think I made myself perfectly clear back in the ring and I know that for a lot of you, that’s hard to process, and somewhere along your lives, the public education system failed when it came to helping you with critical thinking, but that’s just tough luck. If you need me to clarify something, you can go ahead, and fuck off.”

She scoffs loudly and shakes her head; changing the subject.

HAYDEN: “So Retrograde can wait because I’ve got Jair Hopkins tonight. The first person of the year to defeat Bronx and I guess I should be a bit envious of that, right? But who gives a fuck? One win doesn’t prove a goddamn thing and if you think it does? You’re an idiot. So ask me, do I care that Jair beat Bronx? Of course not. It’s not a big deal anymore and while Jair is too busy bowing down to every single person he faces…I’m busy focusing on what I need to do to head into Retrograde ready to win.”

Ana nods in agreement with herself.

HAYDEN: “And I’m not going to feed you some bullshit line about how that starts tonight. I lost to Cyrus, I lost to Viduus, but here I am. Still standing. I know the frail egos of others here start to shake a bit when they hit a rough patch, but I’m not some adult child who needs my hand held when shit goes south. Regardless of whether I beat Jair tonight or not…I’m still main eventing Retrograde. I don’t need any ‘momentum’ heading into this match.”

A look of disgust crosses her face; downplaying the actual importance of tonight’s match.

HAYDEN: “I don’t need Jair for Retrograde. I only need Jair to step into that ring tonight and get ready for the fight of his life because, again, I’ve made myself pretty clear. I’m aiming for that knee, I’m aiming to put your little Hall of Fame career on the shelf again, Jair. My goal tonight is to make sure that I make it to Retrograde and you don’t. I don’t care how hyped up you are for tonight or your match against Alessandro.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

HAYDEN: “All that matters tonight is whether or not you’re really ready because I never let off the pedal. The moment that bell rings, I’m not going down until you put me down, and I’ve got to wonder, Jair…can you do that? I know your whole thing is being clutch and firing up in the last quarter, but there’s no overtime tonight, Jair. I’m calling my shot and I’m coming out on fire. You won’t stop me, but don’t feel too discouraged because the reality?”

For the first time, Ana perks up, and puts on a smirk.

HAYDEN: “The reality is no one can stop me.”

Another nonchalant shrug from Ana as she heads off to change into her gear and the camera cuts elsewhere in the arena.

UNDERCARD
INVICTUS FIGHT CLUB VS. BOSTON & AMBER RYAN

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”

The opening lyrics to “You Want A Battle? (Here’s A War) by Bullet For My Valentine begins to echo throughout the arena as 4CW rise to their feet and sing along.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first!”

The lights dim and smoke begins to overtake the entranceway. Chris Madison and Mark Storm emerge and stand shoulder to shoulder as they look out into the live audience. Mark Storm closes his eyes and hold his arms outward as Chris Madison bounces from side to side on the balls of his feet. Madison clenches his fists, raises them up to his head and pounds both sides of his jaw before letting out a roar.

POWERS: ”At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-five pounds, the team of MARK STORM and CHRIS MADISON… INVICTUS FIGHT CCLLUUBB!!!”

Madison and Storm make their way down to the ring and Madison immediately marches up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes. He hops up onto the middle rope and looks out towards the crowd, raising both arms above his head as Mark Storm stops on the steps facing the audience and lets out a triumphant roar, with the audience roaring back to him. Storm joins his partner in the ring and the duo turn their attention to the task at hand, immediately putting their game faces on, looking ready to scrap!

POWERS: ”And the opponents!”

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. 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 towel to the side, he nonchalantly waits in his corner for his partners entrance.

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.

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: ”Coming to the ring from Atlantic City, New Jersey! She is the ‘Distorted Angel’… AMBER RRYYAANN!!!”

Maria Brink’s almost taunting, sarcastic lyrics lead the ‘Distorted Angel’ Amber Ryan 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 with her partner, Boston, approaching her for some pre-game discussions.

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have our second tag team match of the evening!”

VASSA: ”In one corner, we have a team that we haven’t seen together in a 4CW ring since the summer when Chris Madison made his first return to 4CW to compete in Bad Company with Mark Storm.”

JOHNSON: ”Things didn’t quite work out in their favor then but a long time has passed since. Both men are now signed with 4CW. Mark Storm is coming off an impressive in-ring debut two weeks ago, and Chris is returning from a short suspension following an attack on an official at the result of his last 4CW match up with Alessandro Quagliaterre.”

VASSA: ”I know Madison is looking to get back on track after the controversial result to that match in particular.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh absolutely, and Mark Storm needs to continue his momentum he picked up with his first match, carrying that over to tonight and beyond.”

VASSA: ”They have their hands full tonight with the team of Boston and Amber Ryan, that’s for sure!”

JOHNSON: ”These two are coming off a big win two weeks ago against the Sadboiz, the team of Bryan Williams and Persephone Marquis.”

VASSA: ”It was definitely a big win for them, especially considering that eyes are on this match tonight as Cosmo Cooper and Jeb Fisher are in need of a challenging team at Retrograde.”

JOHNSON: ”The announcement has been made and they will in fact be defending the championships at the pay-per-view. The question on everyone’s mind is against who?”

VASSA: ”We’ll find that out soon enough after tonight’s show. I have heard straight from the source that the Tag Team Championships will be featured a lot more between both Adrenaline and Octane so eyes are always on the ring when a tag team match is underway.”

JOHNSON: ”My eyes are glued on that ring and there’s only one thing left to do!”

VASSA: ”What’s that, Steve?”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s get on with the match and enjoy some good old fashioned tag team wrestling!”

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

Amber and Mark end up starting off the match as Amber quickly goes for throwing those boxing strikes as Mark gives a valiant effort in trying to dodge them but the way that Amber moves, Mark couldn’t quite put a finger on where he thought she’d end up next in order for him to dodge the attacks. After failing at blocking the hits, the world’s hero decides to take two steps back out of her reach so he can think of a strategy that would break through to her method. He smiles that crooked smile of his to let her know that he will do whatever to touch her and that she couldn’t continue keeping him at bay with her lightening speed punches. He decides to step back into the lion’s den and within that reach, she throws three punches all of which but two land because when it came time for the third punch, Mark completely catches Amber off guard with a quick European Uppercut that forces her to take a step back. With her focus thrown off by the sly Mark, he capitalizes on it with a quick forearm smash to the face that has Amber spinning slightly away from Mark and gives him the opening to grab her from behind for a half nelson suplex. Both Boston and Madison watch carefully from their respective corners as Amber pulls herself to her feet and quickly dodges Mark’s incoming clothesline.

JOHNSON: Excellent footwork by Amber as she works Mark back with that swift left hand of hers.”

VASSA: ”That could be taken in so many different ways, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m ignoring that… OOOO, that spinning back kick from Storm stops Amber right in her tracks and it looks as if Storm is changing up his defense a bit. I certainly don’t blame him, that Amber is a sly fox and she’s as deadly as they come so Storm needs to really strategize out his next move before making i- COUNTER by Amber and I know Storm has to be feeling it from that corkscrew neckbreaker. It seems as if Storm needs some time to rejuvenate as he tags in Madison and looks ready to recuperate.”

VASSA: ”While he’s out there, he really needs to give this shitty hero thing a thought out. I won’t stand for no Justice League shit in the corners four, we got enough people running around like this is comic con because of Manny.”

JOHNSON: ”That respectful nod towards one another between Amber and Madison to get things shaking between them, a bit of a tie up in the ring to-“

VASSA: ”I bet he’d like to have HER shaking.”

JOHNSON: ”And what is that supposed to mean, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”Ohhh come on, are we about to just ignore the obvious? I can smell the sexual tension all in the air, I don’t buy their whole just friends thing and I’m pretty sure they want each other.”

JOHNSON: ”Can’t a man and woman just be friends without people always assuming that they want to sleep with each other?”

VASSA: ”Sure but not everybody puts out those ‘lets fuck’ vibes better than those two out there.”

Meanwhile back in the ring, Amber is making her way back onto her feet after that rolling German Suplex from Madison as Boston tries to encourage her from the apron while mean mugging the hell out of Madison. Madison keeps Boston in his peripheral while his focus on Amber never falters, doing a better job than Mark had done when trying to dodge her attacks whenever she threw one of those aggressive punches out there at him.

VASSA: ”Seems like he knows her body waaaaaaaay too well.”

JOHNSON: ”Or there is something called viewing the tapes when studying upon your opponent. Can’t you present solid facts for these outrageous theories that you get sometimes? And let’s not forget that when you are friends with a fellow wrestler, sometimes you train together.”

The way that Amber and Madison move inside of the ring has the audience coming to life as the air is filled with pumped up cheers at the great match going on between these two. Mark definitely keeps his eyes on the prize with wanting to be ready in case Madison tags him in out of nowhere, while Boston seems to be displeased for whatever reason. At the moment, no one had the upper hand as the two battle it out in the middle of the ring with no holding back so that they had no regrets later on. Random suspicion seems to creep onto Boston as he watches his tag partner and his opponent going at it like two star athletes trying to best the other, seeming pleased when Amber tries to box out Madison until a T-Bone Suplex had Madison finally gaining that upper hand after a long and tedious fight for it. Madison bends down to grab Amber’s arm to pull her onto her feet as Boston glares daggers at Madison’s back. But upon getting onto her feet, Amber quickly swings on Madison who half way tries to duck the hit but ends up with an elbow to the face, stumbling back into the referee behind him, who in return accidentally collides in Mark which sends the hero flying off the apron.

With the referee temporarily down on the mat, Boston sees an opportunity to take this match down the dirty path as he jumps off the apron while Madison and Amber are looking around at how empty the ring is before they returned their attention back to one another to get back into the swing of things. The fight heads towards Amber and Boston’s side of the ring, where Boston seems to be preoccupied with looking for something until he looks back up towards the ring just in time to see Amber’s back slamming into the turnbuckle. Boston quickly jumps onto the apron and tags himself in without warning, entering the ring as Amber looks a bit surprised at the suddenty before giving a light shrug and exiting through the ropes so that her tag partner could get his in. Boston comes at Madison aggressively, ready for his opponent to catch a knee to the face as Madison has to physically put him down with a brainbuster.

VASSA: ”Boston is out for blood, see I bet he think something up between Amber and Chris too.”

JOHNSON: ”Or he is doing his part in a tag team match up with wrestling one of his opponents. Sometimes things in front of you are just that, Vinny. Everything doesn’t have to have some hidden meaning or secret hiding behind it. This is a wrestling match, those two are opponents in this ring trying to get the win for their team tonight.”

VASSA: ”Boston is out for blood, see I bet he think something up between Amber and Chris too.”

VASSA: ”Sure, let’s play oblivious then.”

An on fire Boston finally gets to drive his knee into Madison’s face and as soon as Madison goes down, Boston is sliding out of the ring quicker than Perry Wallace slides off on twitter whenever Kaysie Sherell pops up as Boston grabs something off the floor that the camera can’t quite pick up until he slides back into the ring with the camera zooming in on the steel chair in his grasp. It’s beginning to look a bit like deja vu and Madison might just get what Williams got last week as Boston is ready with that chair, watching Madison getting to his feet and unaware of the danger he was about to find himself in. Madison turns AND…….

NOPE! Amber has entered the ring to grab the chair before Boston could crack Madison with it. She manages to pull the chair out of her bewildered tag partner’s hands and when Boston tries to protest, the camera picks up Amber saying, ‘Not like this’ to Boston while she glances at the referee who is finally using the ropes to pull himself to his feet from the earlier accidental attack he unfortunately found himself involved in. Amber quickly slides out of the ring to get rid of the chair while a pissed off Boston turns around to face off against Madison but is let down once he catches the tag between Madison and Mark. Deciding that Mark will just have to be the one to take his frustrations out on, Boston has pulled Mark into a headlock and pulls him down low enough so that his knee can repeatedly drive into Mark’s forehead.

JOHNSON: ”And Boston is showing no mercy as he-“

VASSA: ”Can we just talk about how Amber stopped Boston from knocking Madison out with a chair? Now isn’t that proof enough for you??”

JOHNSON: ”Storm with the counter as he goes for the cover but there’s Amber to break up the count at two. Mark showing off that impressive in ring ability tonight as he gives Boston a run for his money.”

Mark is on fire in the ring as he sends Boston running for the ropes but is left hanging once Boston quickly grabs onto the ropes to stop himself from bouncing off and heading back towards an awaiting and ready Mark. Boston moves forward but Mark is faster as he meets Boston halfway and sends him into the turnbuckle with a strong right punch. The next few moments are of Mark’s building momentum as he slowly depletes Boston’s while dominating him over at the turnbuckle. Boston finally finds an out from the corner when he shoves Mark back and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. He then leans against the ropes as he looks over to his partner and meets eyes with Amber before starting for her.

JOHNSON: ”Boston making his way over to his corner to tag in Amber while-“

VASSA: ”Ask yourself this.. would YOU stop YOUR partner from smashing someone in the head especially if it could lead to a win for your tag team?”

But Johnson continues to ignore Vassa as he continues calling the match while Amber has taken the lead inside of the ring to the point that Mark is crawling towards the ropes after that lethal facebreaker DDT. A tag to Madison and you would have thought Vassa had a date with some twin bimbos later on tonight from how excited he gets with these two being back into the ring once more. Boston watches as Amber and Madison go at it inside of the ring with that same glare from earlier. The two seem to try to target what they believe to be the others’ weak spots until Madison eventually gains the upper in the match and has Boston looking for a way to interfere into the match. He waits a little longer on the apron, growing impatient as Madison continues to be in control of the match until finally, he can’t take it any longer.

Amber has managed to get the better of Madison and has his arms behind his back, holding him in position for a moment while Boston takes it upon himself to kindly tag himself into the match once more. The referee sees the tag but Mark trying to enter the ring ends up grabbing the referee’s attention as he orders Mark to stay on the apron until he has been tagged in. That opportunity is oh so golden for Boston and he would be a fool to waste it as he sprints towards the restrained Madison with a flying knee but Madison dodges in the nick of time to avoid the hit and that knee accidentally smashes into the face of Amber!

The horrified look on Boston’s face is memorable from Amber falling through the ropes and landing outside of the ring, drumming up the energy to finally move so that he can lean over the ropes to check on his tag team partner. The referee also looks over the ropes as he tries to remember if Boston is the legal man or did another tag happen between him and Amber. On the other side of the ring, however, everyone’s favorite lovable hero is slowly making his way into the ring towards an unknowing Boston. Suddenly feeling strange, Boston happens to turn around and is lifted up onto the shoulders of Mark into a fireman’s carry as the audience looks on in bewilderment. Boston struggles but to no avail as it doesn’t stop Mark from heading to the middle of the ring where Mark flashes that crooked smile and then… Dystopia!

Boston probably believes he’s flying out in space right now from his face slamming into that knee as he stumbles backward BUT…. BUT… it isn’t over yet as Madison’s elbow suddenly collides into the back of Boston’s head from that running rolling elbow out of nowhere that puts Boston out on the mat. The audience is going wild and there’s even a replay on the titantron that shows Madison bouncing off the ropes just when Boston’s face is connecting with Mark’s knee and then Madison getting there in perfect timing with the ending attack for Concussed to prove to be a huge success. Mark had went right back to the apron after he did his part a few minutes earlier and now watches as Madison covers Boston.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”And HERE are your winners….. INVICTUS FIGHT CCLUUBB!!!”

VASSA: ”I can’t believe this! Amber and Boston had this in the bag and they would have gotten away with this if it weren’t for that meddling maniac of a poser hero!”

Johnson just shakes his head at his commentating partner before the camera cuts back to the ring where an injured and slow moving Boston is outside of the ring helping Amber onto her feet and the referee is raising Mark and Madison’s hands high into the air while the audience tries to drown out the music with their loud cheers.

Alessandro Quagliaterre was backstage drinking water out of a glass in the catering area of The Pit. It was some good water. Really good. He sipped on the water bit by bit, three gulps at a time. That was the correct way to drink water. Naturally being the night of show there were several TV screens plastered on the wall with live action from what was happening ringside. Apart from his contract signing for the Pride Championship which he had earlier with Jair Hopkins, Alessandro had ignored what else had been happening most of the night, for he was in the zone fully getting himself prepared for the mammoth task of facing Bronx Valescence in the night’s main event.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Love this water.”

That is until he momentarily peeked up the at the TV Screen, and saw the sight on the screen of Chris Madison following his tag match with Mark Storm against Boston and Amber Ryan. He immediately spat out his water in shock, and dropped the glass on the floor, smashing it to pieces.

QUAGLIATERRE: “MOTHER OF FUCK!”

He looked down at the liquid spillage and the broken glass which had been caused by his clumsiness.

QUAGLIATERRE: “I cannot believe my eyes.”

He tried rubbing them just to make sure that what he was really seeing on the screen was Chris Madison.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Wow! So it really is true. That cuck Chris Madison is back. Guess tarnishing the integrity of this sport by knocking out a referee, and getting suspended indefinitely only equates to missing one show. It’s absolutely appalling behavior if you ask me… And to allow him back so soon sets a precedent that we the wrestlers are above all authorities figures.”

He rubbed his chin, deep in thought, moving away from the broken glass and water, not informing anyone what he had done. Leaving a blatant health and safety violation that could lead to a potential trip hazard for anyone else were they to come to the catering area.

QUAGLIATERRE: “I should be fuming right? Thankfully, I am not. For I have bigger fish to fry, and more important business to attend too than be concerned with what Chris Madison is doing. It certainly is a surprise. But that’s all it is… a surprise, hardly causing any major shockwaves.”

He took a deep breath, removing the insignificant thought of Chris Madison from his mind.

QUAGLIATERRE: “These past two weeks, you have seen both myself and Bronx Valescence go absolutely all out with one another. We had some extremely choice words, and there was definitely a lot of bad blood involved. Do I regret anything I said? Absolutely not. And the same applies for whatever Bronx had to say about me. That’s the nature of the beast. RAWR!”

Is that the sound a beast makes?

QUAGLIATERRE: “No, that’s the sound a dinosaur makes, but you get my point???”

Probably.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Every time, I open my mouth, my opponents assure me, they’re not going to let it get to them. They near enough guarantee they won’t allow it to affect them. But I always like a challenge. So I poke and prod, over and over, until low and behold. THEY SNAP!”

Alessandro picked up a toothpick from a table and snapped it in half.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Because everybody cracks under pressure, everybody has a breaking point. Including me, I leave myself exposed on a regular basis, because that big mouth of mine, it has people running up in a queue wanting to be the person to chin-check me out.”

He edged his face and chin forward, goading on anyone to come hit it.

QUAGLIATERRE: “But you see the moment I get them to that stage, I’ve already gotten them out of their element, I’ve frustrated them, and that is exactly what I want to happen. They feed into it, they’ve already lost because they play right into my hands.”

Alessandro had really big hands. Freakishly big hands. He stared at his hands, and took a step back he was so shook at how big they were.

QUAGLIATERRE: “I’ll leave this out in the open, do you know the best way to approach facing me? The best way to really outdo me? IGNORE EVERY SINGLE THING I SAY OR DO!”

He felt the need to shout to ascertain that point.

QUAGLIATERRE: “You do that, and that wall of security I put up in front of me, suddenly becomes insecurity. I will legit shit my pants, and be quaking in my boots. You do it, and I guarantee you will have me beat before we even breathe in the same room together, let alone the battlefield within an arena.”

He put his whole hands as shutters in front of his face, as if he were playing peek-a-boo. Peek-a-boo with who? Don’t ask me this man is as crazy as bananas.

QUAGLIATERRE: “But no one, in this company from top to bottom will do that because they’re fucking retarded and that includes your beloved 4CW Champion… Bronx Valescence.”

He began dancing like a chicken.

QUAGLIATERRE: “And I can speak from experience, because I was retarded for two months last year, and I was the best retard with a slurred downs syndrome speech that ever lived. Until I decided to wise up.”

He stops his chicken dance and pats his head, but is gentle on not touching his hair, which the 4CW stylist had just freshly cut and trim, in an off-camera scene.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Everyone has to get their point across. He punked me, so I’m going to punk him back. But I’m not going to do it by anything I say. I’m going to do it by what I do in the middle of that ring. Actions speak louder than words. Always.”

He pointed into the direction of the TV screen, at the now empty ring.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Tonight, I go out there to the ring and I do what I do best. Outwork, outthink and most importantly outwrestle the person standing across the ring from me. Even if it is the gatekeeper of 4CW, Bronx Valescence.”

The defender of the gates, the head honcho.

QUAGLIATERRE: “When I win. Then all of you will know, who Alessandro Quagliaterre is…”

He beats his chest, almost winding himself to the floor with the force of his own power.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Fuck… That hurt. Hang on.”

He takes a moment to catch his breath back.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Where was I?”

He tries to recall his train of thought, and after a moment, it clicks back into place.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Right, when I beat Bronx, you find out what type of man I am. However, I would never be that arrogant to assume it’s a sure thing.”

Even though it is.

QUAGLIATERRE: “If the supposed ‘worst’ were to happen and Bronx does what no one else has been able to do in singles action and beats me. Well… then… it’ll be a gut check for me, and Bronx will prove that he really is as great as he claims to be. But I’ll still be here tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. Because the only way you truly beat a person like Bronx Valescence, is not just by beating him in one match, it is by inflicting permanent damage through the long haul.”

Which was impossible if Alessandro ran away.

QUAGLIATERRE: “See you soon… CHAMP!”

Alessandro blew a kiss into the camera for Bronx Valescence, before seemingly walking away to go to commercial break. But he re-emerged on the screen.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Oh and if anyone asks who spilled that water and broke that glass, tell them Jair Hopkins did it. Because getting arrested for vandalizing catering equipment and squirting on the floor is the only thing that is going to save him from the massacre that is going to follow at Retrograde. Anyways, I best be off, got a King to Slay.”

He then walked off again, and we were ready to go back to ringside until Alessandro Quagliaterre came back into shot once more.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Hold Up! Hold Up! HOLD UP!”

The camera team were held up, Alessandro was delaying the show.

QUAGLIATERRE: “I forgot to mention the code. On Adrenaline Seventy-Eight and Adrenaline Seventy-Nine, I mentioned a code. I’m going to mention it again until someone cracks it. Five dates.”

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 a fourth finger.

QUAGLIATERRE: “04.25.18”

He then held up his thumb.

QUAGLIATERRE: “The fifth date, remains a mystery at this present time.”

He then held up a finger from his other hand, to signify six dates.

QUAGLIATERRE: “Five dates? Four fingers and a thumb! Why is my finger up from my other hand? Oops, I lied. There are actually six dates now. And the number of dates will keep growing until someone… Anyone of my next opponent(s) figure out what the hell I’m talking about. Because on the first four dates, and the fifth and now the sixth, it is all in relation to how I will OWN THE NIGHT. JUST LIKE I WILL OWN TONIGHT!”

He then combined all four fingers, and a thumb, plus another finger from the other hand to make a figurative six symbol with his hands, before finally walking off. Allowing the feed to go back to ringside for The Rape of Proserpina against Queen Petty.

UNDERCARD
PERSEPHONE MARQUIS VS. GENEVIE CARLSON

POWERS: “The following contest… ha… it’s schedule for one fall. Good fucking luck. These two will probably kill each other before they get to the ring.”

“Loyal” by Chris Brown begins to play as Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Upper Eastside Manhattan, weighing in at one hundred twenty-one pounds and the same height as every other bitch in this place, which is five feet and seven inches tall. She is the former Fate Champion, ‘The Queefster’, ‘Marky Mark’, ‘The Ass Eater Extraordinaire’, ‘Mr. Brightside herself’… PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS!!!”

She had been waiting for Powers to finish announcing her, hands on her hips as she stares at him incredulously while still standing on the ramp. She shakes her head and sighs, continuing down the ramp. Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions to her. At some points, she pretends to be interested before continuing on; snatching some man’s waving money and not giving him the time of the day.

Folding the cash and stuffing it into her wrestling top.

“These hoes ain’t loyal!”

She enters the ring and regards the referee with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk.

VASSA: ”I’ve got to admit, Steve. I didn’t think we’d ever see these two facing off against each other one on one again.”

JOHNSON: ”You know how it is, Vinny. Bad blood always resurfaces and it’s no different with Persephone Marquis or Genevie Carlson”

VASSA: ”That’s true but how long has it been since we’ve seen them one on one? Over a year? Was it the Fate Championship rematch?”

JOHNSON: ”It might have been, Vinny. My memory is failing me a bit the older I get.”

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.

POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

“Ah ah ah yep yep yep

The baddest bitch is back,

I’m back part 2, part 2

I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”

Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred thirty-six, she is ‘THE BOSTON GENIE’… GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”

“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel

Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills

And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib

And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip

I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick

And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”

Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.

“And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick

And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch

And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”

She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.

VASSA: ”This is one of the most storied rivalries in all of 4CW history. They’ve been arrested together.”

JOHNSON: ”They’ve made the statement that they were destined to fight each other for all of time.”

VASSA: ”They’ve even made the statement that they had moved beyond each other.”

JOHNSON: ”And yet here we are, renewing a storied rivalry between two cornerstones of the fairer side of the roster. Others have come and gone, and been momentary flashes in the pan, disappearing at the first sign of trouble. But Marquis and Genie have endured it all and one more time, for old times sake, they’re going to wage holy war upon each other with the world watching.”

It’s all business between the two women as they stare across the ring at each other, neither one wanting to blink. Neither wanting to be the first person to give in. Even as the referee checked with both to remind them of the rules of the match and ask them if they had any questions, neither flinched. Moving to the middle of the ring the referee checked with both women briefly, giving each a glance, before signaling for the bell, starting the match off with a flourish of his hands in the time keepers direction.

DING!!! DING!!!

Like the horses at the Kentucky Derby when the gun sounds and they great beasts come galloping out of their stalls, Genie and Marquis met swiftly in the center of the ring with Marquis quickly taking the advantage, twisting Genies wrist in a wrist lock. Carlson wastes no time leaning forward and rolling forward, finding her way out of the wrist lock but holding onto Marquis’ arm to drop her to the canvas with an arm drag. It doesn’t take Persephone even half of a moment to spin back up to her feet and ready herself to fight Genie again, bringing the match to its first stalemate.

Moments later the two would tie up, wrangling for the advantage. It would be Genie who would get the advantage this time, bringing Marquis down into a side headlock, torquing on the hold violently. Thinking quickly, Persephone shoved her forward, slipping her head out of Genie’s grip and sending her sprinting into he ropes. Bouncing off and coming back at full speed, Genie gets laid out by a standing dropkick from Persephone that flattens Genie just for a moment. The impact doesn’t seem to faze the former Fate, XTV and Tag Team Champion as Genie pops right back up to her feet and once again the two women find themselves at a stalemate, gaining a smattering of approval from the fans who really aren’t very fond of either woman.

Backing up, Persephone returns to her own corner and leans against the turnbuckle, bringing her hand up to her mouth where she tries (not very hard) to hide a yawn. In response, Genie steps right to the center of the ring and brings her index finger to her nose, making a piggy nose and then blowing a raspberry at Marquis, mocking one of Persephone’s familiar taunts. That seems to get Marquis’ attention enough to draw her out of the corner where she moves to the center of the ring and just her chin out, pointing to it and inviting Genie to take the opportunity to connect on the free shot. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Genie swings but instead of trying to punch her she cracks Marquis across the face with an open handed bitch slap that connects with enough force to leave the imprint of her palm on Persephone’s cheek, snapping her head to the right at the same time.

VASSA: ”Oh boy…”

JOHNSON: ”Here we go ladies and gentlemen… business is about to pick up.”

Marquis straightens her head and shakes off the open handed slap. With a smirk on her face she nods her head before snapping her right foot forward, kicking Genie straight in the shin. Pain rushing through Genie’s right leg, Marquis swoops around to Genie’s side and then quickly takes her out with a chop block to the back of her right knee. Collapsing to the ground, Genie clutches at her leg but tries to immediately get back to her feet. Targeting Carlson’s fingers at first, Marquis stomps down hard on Genie’s hand once and then waits for her to set it back down on the canvas again before stomping on it a second time. Unsurprisingly, Genie doesn’t place her hand back down on the mat a third time.

Turning her attention from Genie’s hand, having prevented her from getting back up as quickly as she might have liked, Marquis then turned her attention to Genie’s right knee with targeted stomps. Once, twice and a third time before Genie rolls away from her. Hunting her down, Marquis grabbed Genie by her long, dark hair and slammed the back of her head off the canvas three consecutive times before swinging a leg over Genie’s torso, placing both of her hands around her rivals neck where she literally tries to choke the life out of her. Recognizing the illegal move the referee hustles over and demands that Marquis let Genie go. When she doesn’t do so, the referee begins a five count and nearly makes it to a full five before Persephone lets go and allows the referee to pull her off of her opponent.

With Genie down on the mat still, Marquis reaches into her top and pulls out the cash she had stuffed in there earlier, tossing it down at her opponent and where she tells her she should be used to getting paid for being on her back. For her own part, Genie was none to happy with the referee for allowing Marquis to illegally choke her for as long as he had. Rolling over onto her hands and knees, Genie pushed herself up to a standing position where their conversation became quickly heated. Rolling her eyes, Marquis approached from behind the referee and went to move him out of the way but before she could Genie reached over the referee’s shoulder and slammed her thumb straight into Marquis’ eye. With Marquis trying to recover from her vision suddenly being blurred, Genie brought her down to the mat with a wicked DDT, rolling away from her and standing up to tell her that she’d give Marquis her two cents back but that that price was far to high.

VASSA: ”Things are getting testy out here!”

JOHNSON: ”And that surprises absolutely no one. They’ve spent the better part of a year acting like they liked each other. It’s clear now, however, that none of that was ever true.”

VASSA: ”Have you been reading Jett’s twitter? Because he said the exact same thing yesterday.”

JOHNSON: ”Well maybe rehab is helping that kid after all. He’s actually telling the truth and making sense for once.”

Stepping over Marquis, who was down face first on the canvas, Genie knelt and placed her knee right into Marquis spine, grabbing onto her arms and yanking backward, stretching Marquis out in ways that Jason Cashe, Bryan Williams and no other man could ever possibly imagine being able to do. Shouting at the referee, Genie demanded that he ask Marquis if she gave up, to which the referee received a flurry of curse words and insults toward his mother when he obliged Genie and made the query of Marquis. Pulling back harder on the hold, Genie told him to ask her again and when he did she spat at the referee venomously, only to have Genie release the hold and allow momentum to slam her face first off the canvas.

Rolling Marquis over onto her back, Genie quickly lifts her up and hoists her over her head before bringing her back down to the mat with a big Alabama Slam. Moving to the side of Marquis, Genie holds her arms out in the air with a smirk on her face and then places her foot directly in Persephone’s sternum, stepping straight over her while putting all of her weight down onto that foot that was placed on Marquis. After stepping over Persephone she picks up the pace and bounces off the ropes, returning and dropping a leg drop right across the throat of Marquis before rolling over and hooking her leg, going for the first pinfall attempt of the evening.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Rolling her eyes, Genie slaps her hands together three times in indication that the referee needed to count a bit faster than he had done. With a shake of her head she gets back up to her feet and pulls Marquis back up with her. Quickly Genie looked to whip Marquis into the corner but Persephone quickly reversed the whip and sent Genie there instead. For a moment Marquis rubs the back of her head, trying to soothe the pain from having the back of her head slammed off the canvas from the earlier Alabama slam. It’s only a moments respite that she takes before taking off toward the corner where she leaps into the air and crashes down into the delightfully plump breasts (and really the rest of Genie’s body too) with a big body splash. As Genie stumbles out of the corner, Marquis moves quickly toward the ropes and springboards off of them, twisting toward Genie and hooking her arm around Genie’s head.

VASSA: ”PETTY CAS-“

JOHNSON: ”NOPE!”

VASSA: ”WHAT THE FUCK HOW?!”

It was a good question as it looked like Marquis had perfectly set up the springboard tornado ddt but at the last moment Genie had managed to break free and shove Marquis off of her. Persephone landed deftly in catlike fashion. As Genie steadied herself after avoiding the big finishing maneuver she found herself unable to avoid the follow up maneuver from Marquis. SPRING DEITY! The shining wizard cracks off the side of Genie’s head and she goes down hard. Marquis is quick to move and cover her, shouting at the referee to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

A bit of frustration appears in the eyes of Marquis, who gives the same questioning look to the referee that Genie had given him minutes earlier. Not letting that distract her too much, she quickly dropped down to the side and wrapped her arms around Genie’s head, looking to lock in Pending Payment! A bit of panic setting in, Genie flailed her legs as much as she could and quickly twisted her body around to get her legs on the bottom rope just as Marquis was able to get the crossfire submission locked in fully. With Gen’s foot on the rope, however, there was no way Marquis could be allowed to keep the hold locked in and so the referee ordered her to do so to which Marquis begrudging acquiesced.

Pulling herself up with the ropes as Marquis stood, Genie scouted Marquis looking to tie her up and bring her down into the pending payment submission hold, ducking underneath the lunge from Persephone. In lighting quick speed Genie brought Marquis down with a double knee backbreaker. Holding on Genie quickly transitions into the maneuver she calls killing you hoes, wrenching on the sudden submission hold she had Marquis locked in out of nowhere. Even the crowd seemed shocked at the sudden change and found themselves on their feet, anxiously watching on. Genie continued to torque on the move as violently as she could, but Marquis was able to work her legs around and slowly crept closer and closer to the rope. Shaking her head no, Genie gave up on getting Marquis to tap out and got back to her feet. At the same time Persephone pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Before she could get back upright though… STILETTO KISS!

VASSA: ”JESUS!”

JOHNSON: ”STILETTO KISS OUTTA NOWHERE!”

Bouncing Persephone’s face off the mat, Genie quickly rolled her over and hooked the leg as the referee slid into position and counted.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

Immediately Genie stands up and dusts her hands off over the fallen body of Persephone Marquis, shouting that she was done with her for good now as the referee moved to raise her hand in the air and declare her the victor with Powers announcing the final result of this, potentially final, chapter in the rivalry between Genie Carlson and Persephone Marquis.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall…. GENEVIEVE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”

Not wasting any more time in the ring, Genie dusted her shoulder off before dropping down and rolling out of the ring, heading back up the entrance ramp as Marquis began to come to in the ring, sitting up with a look of a bit of shock on her face.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know about you Vinny but I really could watch those two fight until the end of time and not get tired of it.”

VASSA: ”At some point all rivalries have to come to an end. I don’t know if this is the end of their rivalry or not but if it was, what a way to go out.”

JOHNSON: ”You know this one isn’t going to sit well with Persephone. For someone as talented as she is to be on the sort of losing streak that she’s on. You know she had to be thinking that Genie was going to be the perfect person to get that course correction she desperately needs.”

VASSA: ”That’s the nature of the business, though. Sometimes things just don’t go the way a person wants them to, no matter how badly they might want it. Tonight, Genie proved she was the better woman. What happens next for both of these women?”

JOHNSON: ”Well Genie accepted that match with Ally Gregory at Retrograde. Where she goes after that is anyones guess. As for Marquis… it’s back to the drawing board and onto the next one.”

VASSA: ”I can’t imagine that’s going to be a very pleasant conversation for whoever has to have it with her.”

JOHNSON: ”Probably not. But we’ll have to wait and see, just like you’ll all have to wait and see what happens in that ring for the rest of the night. We’ll be right back.”

The cameras switch backstage to the area just outside of the medical station, where Aidan Carlisle is emerging. A fresh bit of butterfly tape is holding the cut on her forehead closed, but she’s otherwise cleaned up and not too much worse for wear after her match earlier. The XTV Championship, naturally, is draped over her shoulder. She scowls, however, as she can’t get two feet out the door before Gabriel Hartman is there, microphone in hand.

HARTMAN: “Mrs. O’SheAidan! Can I get a word?!”

Unsurprisingly, Aidan’s husband Liam O’Shea steps out of the room behind her and muscles Hartman back to give Aidan some room to breathe.

CARLISLE: “I’d rather not.”

HARTMAN: “What are your thoughts on your opponent heading into Retrograde?”

CARLISLE: “I don’t have an opponent, Hartman. No one has been announced yet. Bronx, Jair, they know their contenders. Me? I’m still in the dark.”

HARTMAN: “Exactly! How do you feel about that?”

Hartman begins to step forward again, but Liam keeps him at bay with a palm to the chest.

O’SHEA: “Personal space, Hartman.”

Aidan’s scowl deepens, but it’s impossible to tell whether that’s in reaction to Hartman himself or the thought of not yet knowing who her opponent for Retrograde will be.

CARLISLE: “I know who I won’t be facing in Houston on the twenty-eighth, people in other matches, people in other divisions. The process of elimination has whittled it down to a handful of names, and I’ve considered them all. But you know what? In the end, Gabriel, it doesn’t matter.”

HARTMAN: “But surely you have some speculation…”

CARLISLE: “I said it doesn’t matter, Hartman. Whoever it is that Perry Wallace hand picks to stand across from me at Retrograde… the outcome will be the same.”

She adjusts the XTV Championship on her shoulder, looking over at the belt for a few moments.

CARLISLE: “I defeated both Amber Ryan and Harlow Kinsley to get my shot. I pried this away from Genevie Carlson when Dakota Smith couldn’t. I just had a match with a 4CW Legend and Hall of Famer in Jason Cashe and walked away with my hand in the air. So, believe me when I say that nothing Wallace can throw at me is going to be enough to stop me. I made my goals for 2018 and I set that bar high. I already accomplished one when I won this championship. There’s a hell of a lot more on the horizon. I’m just getting started.”

HARTMAN: “Speaking of those goals… What, precisely, are you setting out to accomplish this year?”

A slow smirk crawls across Aidan’s lips. For a moment it almost looks as though she’s considering giving him an answer. She shakes her head, however.

CARLISLE: “You’ll just have to wait and see, Gabe, like everyone else.”

Aidan begins to turn to walk away. Hartman, of course, tries to follow. Naturally he only gets stopped by the over-sized Irishman. Nonetheless, he leans around Liam and calls after her.

HARTMAN: “Can I at least get a hint?!”

O’SHEA: “Ye want a hint, Hartman?”

Startled by the sudden offer, Hartman straightens and nods rapidly, looking like a bobblehead as he does.

HARTMAN: “Of course!”

O’SHEA: “Too damn bad.”

Satisfied that he’s given Aidan enough of a head start, Liam then leaves Hartman standing there in the hall, gaping like a fish out of water.

It had already been a slightly hectic evening for the Pride Champion, Jair Hopkins. As he approached Gabriel Hartman backstage, his face was covered by the shadow of the bill of the cap he was wearing, a “Breaking Bad” fitted cap. Hood of his hoodie was partially covering the top of the hat. The Pride Championship was sitting on his shoulders and after what transpired earlier, seemed like he still had plenty of venom to unload.

HARTMAN: “Hops…my friend, how goes it?”

Hopkins just shook his head towards Gabriel, pointing behind himself.

HOPKINS: ”I know you had to see what happened out there, right? It’s official now. Pen to paper. Y’all last sight of Alessandro will be tonight. I ain’t calling his last name because he ain’t that no more. But his battle against the 4CW Champion, Bronx Valescence, it will be the last you’ll see of him!”

Hartman grew a curious look, glaring at Hopkins a bit weirdly.

HARTMAN: “What do you mean by “last appearance”, Jair?”

HOPKINS: ”Exactly what I just said…last appearance. Retrograde, I’m sending him back where he came from. He’s going to run away from 4CW after I’m finished with him. I said it and I’ll say it again. I’m taking the light off his skin. He’s going to be darker than me. Bruised-heavy. Going to look like a damn Speed Bump once I’m finished!”

Hartman backed up a few steps, feeling that venom that rooted deep.

HARTMAN: “There’s hatred in your body. Can’t remember the last time you were this angry.”

Hopkins nodded his head, agreeing.

HOPKINS: ”I only serve it to those who are “special” to me. Alessandro is special. I don’t need to tell you the history, you got Twitter, you seen what’s been spewed. You see why I’m so volatile right now towards him. I’m happy that happened out there earlier. It has given me extra motivation on top of what I already had to beat the living SHIT outta’ Anastasia tonight.”

Hopkins put up his index finger as he had more.

HOPKINS: ”…I don’t mean to be so damn evil in front of you and many who are watching but if you look deep enough, you’ll see just why. I don’t act this way unless there’s a reason. Anastasia spoke on “taking me out” tonight. I hope she does stick to her words because if she doesn’t, it’s her who will be broken and shattered. Pushing that losing streak even further. She done talked her heart out, lets see if she got enough to finish the job. Take it easy, homie!”

A pat on the shoulder of Hartman, Hopkins walked right past him as Hartman looked back, his face full of the word “Whoa!” as he got that from Hopkins. He shook his head several times before cameras transitioned to ringside.

HEADLINE
ANASTASIA HAYDEN VS. JAIR HOPKINS

JOHNSON: ”Big matchup here, and both of these two need this win here tonight. Jair Hopkins has been on an absolute roll. A win over Ana Hayden tonight would cement him as the top 4CW Superstar right now, in my opinion.”

VASSA: ”You wouldn’t be wrong there, the kind of talent he’s been beating lately is stunning. Ana needs to get back on track, especially before this 4CW Championship match. Beating the Pride Champion would send a HUGE message right now!”

JOHNSON: ”I know both of these two competitors will be ready.”

VASSA: ”Oh for sure, I know I won’t be!”

“Word up, son, word, yeah

To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers

For real, niggas who ain’t got no feelings

Check it out now”

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

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

You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware

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

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

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

You all alone in these streets, cousin

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

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

They come around, but they never come close to”

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

JOHNSON: ”Ana looks ready here tonight, absolutely focused.”

VASSA: ”She’ll need to be, if she wants to beat Jair Hopkins.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed, that loss to Cyrus Riddle was a small setback, but she can put herself back on track here tonight.”

”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… He is 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.

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings, and these two quickly meet in the center of the ring! It’s a fight from the beginning, as Jair connects with a quick Japanese Armdrag. Ana responds back with an Armdrag of her own, and a Switchblade Kick! Jair doesn’t stay down for very long, as he tries to take Ana down to the mat. Ana spins around, opting to grab Hopkins from behind in a rear waist lock. Ana tries to pop her hips and toss him backwards, but Jair is just too big to take down with a German Suplex. Jair connects with an elbow, breaking Ana’s grasp as he connects with a Standing High Knee, quickly combining that into a Bulldog!

Ana tries to recover, attempting to roll out of the ring. Jair stops her, picking her back up to her feet. Jair tries for a forearm attempt, but Ana ducks under and doubles him over with a kick to his stomach. Jair snaps forward, and Ana connects with a Hook Kick followed into a DDT! Jair is laid out for the moment, allowing Ana a moment to recover. Ana quickly gets Jair back up to his feet, dropping him down to the mat with an Enziguri kick! Jair falls to the mat, as Ana looks on. She takes a moment to recover, as Jair finally stirs.

JOHNSON: ”Ana in control early!”

VASSA: ”She needs to keep this pressure up!”

Ana tries to grab him, but Jair throws a side kick that sends her stumbling backwards towards the ropes. He quickly springs up to his feet, knocking Ana over the top rope with a hard clothesline! Ana tumbles hard to the mat, as Jair quickly leaves the ring to follow. Jair grabs Ana by the head, bringing her up to her feet. He tries to toss her into the side of the ring, but Ana blocks the attempt! She tries to slam him headfirst into the ring apron, but Jair also blocks that. Instead, Jair connects with a Short Arm Lariat, knocking Ana down to the mat!

Jair grabs Ana yet again, pulling her back up to her feet. A quick knee strike loosens his grip, Ana even knocks him down with a headbutt! Hopkins falls down, as Ana connects with a running knee to the side of Hopkins’s head! He falls down to the mat, as Ana rolls back into the ring and immediately rolls out. Laroy Jones complains to her about starting the count, but she ignores him. Ana doesn’t look completely recovered, as she tries to get Jair back up to his feet. She’s able to lift him up, pushing him back into the ring.

Jair gets to a knee, as Ana is quickly all over him. A switchblade kick connects, sending Jair Hopkins stumbling across the ring. He props himself up into the nearby corner, as Ana rushes in with a Running Enziguri! The kick sends Hopkins crumbling to the mat, as Ana quickly races up to the top rope. Jair doesn’t move, allowing Ana to land a Double Foot Stomp to Jair’ midsection, from the top turnbuckle! He looks to be in pain, as Ana quickly covers him for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Ana looks to continue her attack, but Jair is ready for her. He pops up to his feet, decking Ana with a kick to her stomach! Jair checks himself, before landing a hard boot to the side of Ana’s head. He picks her back up, Ana tries to fight back with a forearm shot, but Jair almost levels her with a quick European Uppercut! Ana almost falls, but leaps right into Jair with a stiff forearm shot! It staggers him backwards, Jair pressing up against the corner behind him. Ana throws out a bicycle kick, Jair moves out of the way and Ana smashes into the turnbuckle corner!

Ana, stunned for the moment, looks as Jair rushes in with a Stinger Splash! Ana doesn’t fall, as Jair steps back a bit. He rushes forward, and connects with another Splash into the corner! Ana looks to be hurt, but she holds onto the top rope. Jair takes another step backwards, and lands a third Splash in the corner! Ana eventually slumps down, falling down to the mat as Jair quickly covers her for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Ana tries to get back to her feet, but Jair is quick to put the boots to her side. Jair tries to attack Ana some more, but Ana blocks his knee strike and shoves him into the nearby corner. She grabs the back of his head, slamming him face first into the top turnbuckle. Jair lands hard, doubling over as he crawls on the ground to regain his composure. Ana immediately strikes, shoving Jair into the corner. Her boot rakes across his face, as Ana quickly moves into the FACE WASH! BUT JAIR GETS UP AND CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK!

JOHNSON: ”What a superkick by Jair Hopkins!”

VASSA: ”He caught her clean right there!”

It was a desperation move, but it worked. Ana is down for the count, as Jair struggles to get back up to his feet. He looks to the top rope, almost like he’s ready to end this match. The Pride Champion looks over at Ana, who’s still recovering from the kick. She tries getting back up, but Jair is right there. He starts stomping the mat, as the crowd can tell what’s coming next. Jair picks Ana up, a Scoop Slam sends her crashing to the canvas! Ana looks hurt, as Jair puts himself in position near the corner.

The crowd watches, as Jair quickly pulls himself up. In one fluid motion, Jair is able to plant his feet on the top turnbuckle and push off! He glides through the air, looking to connect with the Moonsault Double Stomp. But Ana has moved out of the way! Jair lands on his feet, completely surprised. Ana gets to her and connects with SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN OUT OF NOWHERE!

Ana is all over Jair, as she smells blood in the water. Jair gets back up to his feet, and Ana connects with a High Roundhouse Kick! Jair doesn’t crumble, as an Enziguri Kick sends him crashing down to the mat. He tries getting back up, but Ana connects with Human Target Practice, the Sliding Forearm Smash sending his head backwards into the mat! Jair looks to be completely out of it, as he still tries to get to his feet. Ana positions herself, A Somersault Reverse DDT waiting for him as he does! The crowd is certainly impressed, as Ana has unleashed a torrent of moves on her opponent.

JOHNSON: ”Ana Hayden is on a mission right now!”

VASSA: ”I think she’s got Jair in trouble here!”

Jair looks out of it, as he tries getting back up to his feet. Ana, however, looks ready to kill. There’s a look on her face, as Jair gets back up. She rushes towards him, connecting with She Was Only Seventeen for a second straight time! The move catches Jair flush, as he goes down in a heap! Ana quickly moves in to cover him for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”

“Shook Ones” plays, as Ana quickly gets up to celebrate her victory here tonight. Jair looks to have recovered, disappointed that he wasn’t able to kick out in time. Ana has her hand raised high into the air, as she looks into the camera. She quickly makes a motion across her waist, that of a championship around it. A clear message sent to the 4CW Champion.

JOHNSON: ”What a performance here tonight!”

VASSA: ”Ana certainly stepped up, Jair brought the fight but Ana finished it!”

JOHNSON: ”She’s sending a message to Bronx Valescence, Ana Hayden is coming for him and his championship!”

4CW cameras are backstage following Cyrus Riddle as he frustratingly walks down the locker room corridor. All staff occupying the halls are being shoved forcefully aside upon his arrival to the door of Dakota Smith. Without regard to knocking, he walks in after taking a deep breath, entering in a more casual fashion.

RIDDLE: ”We need to talk.”

SMITH: ”Cyrus Riddle! Just the guy I was looking for!”

Dakota said sarcastically, he was laying on the floor of the dressing room, holding his ribs – a open pill bottle laying next to his head. He sat up with a bit of a groan and cracked his neck before his eyes met up with Riddles.

SMITH: ”Fuck we need to talk about Cy guy?”

Pushing himself up and off of the floor Dakota grinned ear to ear. Riddle raises a brow at him, immediately noticing the bottle, but really not out of surprise.

RIDDLE: ”Vision… mine, yours, ours… what it once was compared to what it is now.”

Dakota cocks his head to the side, seemingly intrigued to what Riddle had to say. He took a few steps forward before poking his finger out and into Riddle’s chest, and then back at his own chest.

SMITH: ”Your visions, my visions… A world on fire, a wrestling company being dragged down into the muck. A butcher looking for his heart, a archetype trying to rekindle what was lost. Speak of the future Cyrus… What’s next?”

There was a bit of curiosity in his tone, as if he really was wondering what Cyrus had in mind. Dakota was a bit off, more twitchy than usual. Riddle, on the other hand, seems more internally conflicted than usual, but with an unshaken demeanor externally.

RIDDLE: ”Next… I believe there’s an elephant in the company that we’ve only alluded to, yet never outright discussed. Think back to the days when we started. The names, the reputations… they exceeded anything any of us could hope for. There was a time when we embodied grotesque anarchy in a pure, unadulterated form. And now…”

Riddle looks around slowly, shaking his head in disgust.

RIDDLE: ”Now, we are being subjected to endless fresh meat, mouthy little cunts, and nobodies becoming somebodies off of the names of those who came before and built what they gingerly walked into. Frankly, I’ve been feeling it since I returned, but it’s slowly manifested inside of me, and now, it needs to be met with what we do best.”

Raising and eyebrow, Dakota looked at Riddle, scanned him up and down. A soft, yet almost demonic sound chuckle escaping from his lips.

SMITH: ”Things are dire all around Riddle, The rats… The rats have infested themselves into the deepest seems of the company. You want a fair shake? You better be able to give one in return. Do you know what i am saying?”

His voice was low and growly, like mangy dog that has been hungry for far to long.

SMITH: ”But what am I to do? The Butcher is dead, the maggots are dying and everyone who once praised the name are now shitting on the very foundation in which it was built.”

Dakota’s grin grew wider, almost as if he was playing a part, reading from a script. Talking from behind a mask.

SMITH: ”We are who we are my friend, and we will do what we do….When in danger. ”

He gives Riddle a small wink. Riddle smiles and nods, a low laugh escaping him.

RIDDLE: ”That’s absolutely right. I know that we said everything dies, but never did we say it can’t be reincarnated and evolved. Just remember, when Freddy no longer instilled fear in the hearts and minds, he set a monster loose to invade the dreams again. So, the Butcher may be gone, but what’s behind him is far more gruesome.”

He holds his hand up in a macabre, yet graceful manner, as if conducting an orchestra of the dead.

RIDDLE: ”Then, everyone treats their words with caution, because they know we will have them chiseled onto their tombstones.”

Dakota gives riddle a awkward finger gun in return.

SMITH: ”Yeah! What you said. All that fun stuff!”

A snarl grows upon his face, almost changing the tone of the scene entirely.

SMITH: ”I was the butcher, and the butcher is dead… But I am alive? Then… Who is dead?”

Shaking his head in violent manner Dakota switches gears, the grin once again returning to his face.

SMITH: ”I wonder if they smell the world coming of the end, I wonder if they see the horseman drawing near? Everything is going to burn Cyrus. And I plan to feast on what remains. ”

Even Cyrus appears to be a bit taken by Dakota’s unusual shifts, but pays them less mind as he keeps the objective at the forefront.

RIDDLE: ”And with that, I believe this feast will be made for more than one.”

Ending his statement emphatically, Riddle smirks and backsteps out of camera view, leaving the lasting image of Dakota Smith before the fade.

MAIN EVENT
ALESSANDRO QUAGLIATERRE VS. BRONX VALESCENCE

JOHNSON: ”It’s been an eventful night ladies and gentlemen and we have finally made it to our main event.”

VASSA: ”It’s a damn good one too on paper!”

JOHNSON: ”It really is. We have the number one contender to the Pride Championship, Alessandro Quagliaterre, taking on the 4CW Champion, Bronx Valescence!”

VASSA: ”Alessandro has made a big splash since joining 4CW, shooting straight up into the Pride Championship scene with a singles record of six wins and zero losses. Tonight he’ll get his toughest challenge to date and a chance to prove if he has what it takes to hold championship gold in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”Proving if he has what it takes to hold gold against Bronx Valescence? If that’s the case, it isn’t an easy task for anyone.”

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!”

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

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”

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, Bronx Valescence.

POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

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 the 4CW Championship off with one hand, he opens his arms out to either side he spins until he bounces into the ropes and poses one time for the fans before smirking and removing his ring jacket and sunglasses, neatly placing them underneath his corner turnbuckle before leaping onto the top turnbuckle to sit, waiting for the referee to come over and take the title.

JOHNSON: ”Now although this is the first time these two have been in a 4CW ring together, this isn’t a first time match between these two.”

VASSA: ”The two have history, I get it Steve. Like someone said on Twitter the other day, if you’re not 4CW you’re tr–“

JOHNSON: ”And that’s where I’m going to cut you off!”

VASSA: ”WHAT?! All I was saying is that these two are having this match on the biggest stage they’ve ever had the opportunity to, and this isn’t even a pay-per-view!”

JOHNSON: ”There doesn’t seem to be much respect between these guys either.”

VASSA: ”Why should there be? Respect isn’t something that’s just handed out, Steve. Respect must be earned, and these two are going to either hate each other more by the end of the night, or they may in fact earn the other’s respect.”

JOHNSON: ”That right there might have been the smartest thing you’ve said all evening. Let me ask you a question. How do you see things between them going after this match is all said and done?”

VASSA: ”Oh, that’s an easy one! Alessandro is going to hate Bronx just as much as he does going into this match.”

JOHNSON: ”Why do you say that?”

VASSA: ”For starters, Bronx is everything that Phoenix Quagliaterre, his ex-wife, wishes he would be. No way, no how would Bronx ever find himself in the middle of being cucked by a potato growing mold in a hospital bed.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t even know what you’re talking about now.”

VASSA: ”You may not, but these people listening do. Alessandro’s days of being close to Phe are long gone. It’s time for him to step aside and let the 4CW Champion be the man she deserves. Alessandro doesn’t deserve to be with her. A joke ‘World’ Television Champion is the last thing she needs to bring down her stock. That man right there, standing across from Alessandro, he’s the real prize and maybe one day she’ll open her ears and listen to what Perry has been saying long before Twitter cucked him.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m completely lost after hearing whatever that was you just said. You’re not even making sense!”

VASSA: ”I stand by what I said, not let’s get on with the damn match!”

Before the official even has a chance to check in with each corner, both Alessandro and Bronx leave their corners and approach each other until standing with just a foot or two between them. There’s some back and forth between the two, nothing loud enough for the microphone to pick up but it’s obvious neither man has anything nice or respectful to say to the other. Alessandro then begins talking over Bronx, not even giving him a chance to get a word in. Bronx stands there with his hands on his hips, listening to whatever nonsense spewed from Alessandro’s mouth.

He didn’t stand idle for very long, as Alessandro appeared to strike a nerve, drawing Bronx in. Bronx slammed his chest into Alessandro’s, but Alessandro didn’t budge. Instead, Alessandro placed his hand over Bronx’s face to push him away but before the two could throw any blows, the official forced himself between them, attempting to gain just an ounce of control before calling for the bell. After wedging himself in between them, which took longer than one would think given how heated each of them were, the official finally had them at arms length, pressed away from each other. Bronx then pulls a mouthful of spit, and Alessandro does the same knowing what’s coming next. At that moment, the two then spit at the other’s face, but instead, each of them landed a loogie on each of the officials cheeks by accident.

VASSA: ”UGH, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”Well, that backfired for both of them, as disgusting as it was.”

VASSA: ”How are these grown men going to try and spit in the other’s face, but then miss and hit the refs face at the same time?!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s down right disrespectful!”

Taking a step back, the official looks to both men, not really sure how to react as he slowly wipes the mucus filled saliva from each of his cheeks. Bronx and Alessandro keep their eyes on the official, knowing they didn’t hit their intended target, and not really sure what punishment if any would result from it. After finally getting his face wiped free of any bodily fluids from those in the ring, the official then shakes his head at both men, not saying a single word but giving them a look of disgust, as well as disappointment. Tired of the antics, he then threw his hand into the air and signaled for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Hearing the bell quickly brought their attention to the other standing across from them, Bronx even rushing in first and connecting with a swift kick to Alessandro’s stomach. The kick forced him to buckle over, allowing Bronx to grab onto his head and hit him in the face with a lifting knee, knocking Alessandro straight up, forcing his head to whip back and look up at the lights. Lunging forward, Bronx then hit him with a forearm to the face, and then another and another, backing Alessandro across the ring and to the ropes. Bronx locked onto his wrist, pressing Alessandro against the ropes and using it to spring him forward as he pulled him in to whip him across the ring. Reversing the throw, Alessandro planted his foot and pivoted, whipping Bronx to the ropes instead. Bronx bounced off the ropes and right there was Alessandro, charging in and connected with a running headbutt!

JOHNSON: ”Zidane Headbutt!”

VASSA: ”Someone scheduled a CT Scan for Bronx!”

The impact to his head instantly spun Bronx in the opposite direction, knocking him chest first into the ropes. As he hit the ropes, he flipped over the top, but managed to grab the middle rope, using it to guide himself down to the outside floor for a landing on his feet. Standing on the outside of the ring, Bronx had his back turned to the ring as he held his head with both hands, definitely feeling the devastating after effects of that running headbutt Alessandro plowed into him with.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Leaning over the ropes, Alessandro wasn’t about to take this match outside of the ring. Instead, he caught Bronx by surprise as he grabbed two handfuls of hair!

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Pulling upward, Alessandro lifted Bronx off his feet. Kicking and yelling, Bronx slammed the back of his feet against the side of the ring as he tried to pull Alessandro’s hands away from his hair. After a short struggle, Alessandro managed to pull Bronx onto the apron before releasing him and allowing him to fall against it with his back. Slowly, Bronx pulled himself up with the ropes. Going over the top rope, Alessandro went to grab Bronx but he was too slow. Locking onto the middle rope and pulling his upper body through the ropes, Bronx drove his shoulder straight into Alessandro’s midsection. Popping up, Bronx quickly locked an arm over Alessandro’s head before reaching over with his other and lifting Alessandro straight into the air. Bronx went for a suplex, but Alessandro managed grab onto the rope, causing Bronx to drop him feet down to the apron. Throwing an elbow to the side, Bronx hit Alessandro in the side of the head, and then hit him with a second, turning his body around. Taking a few steps back to the corner to create some distance, Bronx looked on as Alessandro slowly turned back to face him. When he did, Bronx rushed in, catching him by surprise and taking him down to his back on the apron with an STO!

With Alessandro on his back on the apron, Bronx only remained on the outside of the ring for a split second, not even long enough for the official to begin a count before he rolled back inside. On his feet, Bronx then turned to the ropes across the ring and took off in their direction. Bouncing off and coming back on the rebound, he picked up speed with each step forward before sliding to the mat feet first, going underneath the bottom rope and planting both feet into the side of Alessandro’s head. Alessandro rolled off the apron and to the floor with a thud. As Bronx slowly stood back to his feet, the official began the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Alessandro had made it back to his feet, but he didn’t quite seem to be aware of his surroundings. He definitely didn’t notice Bronx charging towards him from inside of the ring. Flipping forward over the top rope, Bronx collided into Alessandro with an over the top rope suicide senton! As Alessandro fell to his back, Bronx slid across his body and managed to land to his feet in a fluid motion. The entire arena popped at the sight and the fans in the front row with the best view in the house went wild.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Pulling Alessandro back to his feet, Bronx held him in place before connecting with a European uppercut that spun Alessandro in the opposite direction. He stumbled close to the ring where he laid an arm across the apron, still with his back turned to Bronx.

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Grabbing Alessandro by the head with both hands, Bronx then slammed him down face first onto the apron – not once, not twice, but three times before rolling him back into the ring.

“Seven! … Eight! … Nine!”

Bronx turned to the crowd, raising his arm and pointing the finger gun at the fans before firing off a shot and then rolling back into the ring before the ten.

“BBBBAAAANNNNGGGG!!!”

VASSA: ”We’ve seen quite a bit of action outside of the ring, all from Bronx with zero offense from Alessandro whatsoever.”

JOHNSON: ”Things started off hot in Alessandro’s favor after connecting with the Zidane Headbutt and sending the 4CW Champion out of the ring. All it took was a split second to shift the momentum after Alessandro tried ripping the hair from Bronx’s scalp.”

VASSA: ”Bronx has proven time and time again that he adapts to his surroundings with ease. If Alessandro is going to get one up on the champ, he’s going to have to do it inside of the ring with no distractions or any objects between him and Bronx.”

Bronx was on his feet long before Alessandro could have even hoped to get to his. Standing over Alessandro, Bronx grabbed ahold of him, pulling him up to his feet but before he even knew it, Alessandro wrapped both arms around his waist, keeping his weight down and forcing Bronx to fight with him in a struggle to pull him up. The two were locked onto each other and eventually Alessandro managed to lockup with Bronx even though on one knee. Pulling Bronx in the direct line of sight between him and the official, Alessandro then dug a thumb into Bronx’s eye, drawing a howling negative reaction from the fans as they booed.

“BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Bronx immediately pulled away from Alessandro, turning to other way as he pulled a hand up to cover his eye. Not seeing the initial thumb to the eye, the official didn’t know what had happened, or even evidence to warn Alessandro based on an assumption. This was the break that Alessandro needed though. He was hurt wounded, but able to muster up enough strength to burst to his feet and charge at Bronx from behind, hitting him over the back of the neck with a lariat that sent Bronx crashing forward to the mat. Limping over to Bronx, Alessandro stood over him with a foot planted to the canvas on each side of his body. Squatting down, he dug his hands underneath Bronx before locking them together. Using all of his strength, and yes it could be easily confused with retard strength, Alessandro deadlifted Bronx up from the mat before falling back and dropping him on top of his head with a German suplex!

Rolling completely over to his stomach, Bronx still covered his eye while down, despite the nasty fall from the German suplex. Walking over to Bronx, Alessandro began to stomp down onto the back of his shoulder over and over. Pulling Bronx to his feet, Alessandro kept the champs head down, holding him in place as he began to slam multiple knees upward into Bronx’s chest. Hooking an arm around his head, Alessandro then lifted Bronx into the air upside down before dropping him back to the mat with a stalling vertical suplex. Bronx rolled forward to an upright seated position as Alessandro climbed to his feet. Rushing in behind Bronx, Alessandro hit him directly in the center of the back with a running kick. The slap echoed throughout the building as Bronx looked directly up, moaning from the pains shooting up and down his spine. Running to the ropes in front of Bronx, Alessandro bounced off before sliding feet first, completely wiping Bronx out with a sliding clothesline!

On his side, Bronx laid on the mat barely moving at all, giving Alessandro all the time in the world to climb back to his feet at a slow pace. Once up, Alessandro began to mock Bronx with various hand gestures and even making faces at him while mouthing off the words “it me” over and over. Pulling Bronx to his feet by an arm, Alessandro then whipped Bronx to the ropes across the ring. As Bronx’s back connected, he immediately hooked both arms over the top rope, preventing himself from ricocheting off. Alessandro then dragged his foot against the mat over and over, imitating a bull before charging its target. Taking off, Alessandro charged straight for Bronx, lowering his head for what would be another Zidane Headbutt. At the last possible split second before impact, Bronx dropped to the mat, pulling down the top rope and as Alessandro hit the ropes, he flipped over and down to the apron on the other side.

VASSA: ”That was a close one!”

JOHNSON: ”Bronx was barely able to get out of the way of that Zidane Headbutt as Alessandro closed in.”

VASSA: ”Bronx is always aware of his surroundings so I wouldn’t be surprised one bit if Bronx planned that, knowing it was coming and timing it perfect.”

JOHNSON: ”Whether it was planned or out of desperation, it served its purpose and Alessandro is now on the outside of the ropes.”

Alessandro pulled himself up from the apron, and directly into an overhead assault from Bronx as forearms began raining down onto him. The forearms transitioned into punches all from Bronx’s right as he held Alessandro in place with his left. Each crushing blow nearly knocked Alessandro down from the apron but with him holding onto the ropes, he prevented himself from going down, but still left himself wide open to the fury of blows crashing into him. Taking a couple steps back, Bronx then shuffled forward before throwing one last final punch. His fist collided into Alessandro’s head harder than the ones before. Alessandro’s legs were like Jello, but he still managed to stand upon the apron, holding onto the ropes for dear life.

Changing things up a bit, Bronx grabbed the top rope, pulling himself in as he shot his knee through the ropes and into Alessandro’s stomach. The breath taking impact to the stomach forced Alessandro to release the ropes. Waving his arms in the air, Alessandro was off balance and before you knew it, he began to fall backwards. Lunging over the ropes, Bronx grabbed ahold of him, keeping him from falling as he pulled Alessandro’s head in, locking an arm around it. Grabbing him by the waistband of his pants with his other hand, Bronx then slammed his feet to the mat, lifting Alessandro straight up and over the ropes for a suplex back into the ring. Alessandro had other plans in mind. Turning his body while upside down, he pulled his head from Bronx’s arm before hooking an arm over the drop of Bronx’s face and dropping to his feet behind him. Dragging Bronx backwards away from the ropes, Alessandro then locked in a Dragon Sleeper!

JOHNSON: ”Alessandro reversed the suplex and countered it with a Dragon Sleeper!”

VASSA: ”He’s got Bronx right where he wants him. The 4CW Champ is kicking and screaming!”

Alessandro tried to pull Bronx down to the mat but Bronx fought with all of his strength, keeping his feet on the mat and his body from going down. In the blink of an eye, Bronx spun his body around, pulling his head away from Alessandro’s arm and locking him into a Dragon Sleeper in the process.

JOHNSON: ”Bronx reversed it with a Dragon Sleeper of his own!”

VASSA: ”Graps baby!”

Bronx was unable to pull Alessandro’s whole body back, but the move was locked in for the most part. In a position to still move on his feet, Alessandro then began dragging Bronx along with him as he went straight for the corner. Within reach of the corner, Alessandro stepped up onto the middle turnbuckle before pushing off and flipping backwards over Bronx, pulling his head out of the hold and dropping to his feet. Behind Bronx, Alessandro then charged forward, slamming both hands into Bronx’s back and driving him chest first into the corner close by. He then pulled Bronx away from the corner before throwing him backwards to the mat. Bronx hit the mat and rolled completely over, rising up to his feet in a fluid motion. He was in a daze and holding his chest with both hands while slightly bent over. What he didn’t see was Alessandro running straight for him. Rushing in, Alessandro leaped forward, flipping over Bronx and locking onto his head before connecting with a running front flip DDT!

VASSA: ”WOAH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Alessandro just connected with Valescence’s Victory!”

“This is awesome! … This is awesome! … This is awesome!”

VASSA: ”He put the champ down with his own move!”

After his head bounced off the mat, Bronx stood upright for just a short moment on his knees before falling face first to the mat. Rolling Bronx over to his back, Alessandro then made the cover as the official raced over beside them.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: ”THR–“

VASSA: ”NOT YET!!!”

Popping a shoulder up from the mat, Bronx broke up the count just as the officials hand was within an inch of slapping the mat for the third time. Shocked, Alessandro stared down at Bronx with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

JOHNSON: ”Alessandro is more surprised than I am!”

VASSA: ”As soon as he put Bronx down with his own move I just knew this one was in the books.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s still something left in the tank. I’m not sure exactly how much, but Bronx hasn’t ran out of gas just yet.”

Finally snapping out of his state of shock, Alessandro gritted his teeth before hitting Bronx in the face with two quick back to back rights. He then pushed himself up, paced around Bronx for a moment while talking to himself. Pulling Bronx up from the mat, Alessandro then wrapped him up tightly with both arms before lifting him off his feet and driving him back into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. With Bronx on his back, Alessandro then shot to his feet before rushing over to the nearest corner and climbing to the top. Standing over the entire ring, Alessandro began to punch himself in the head over and over, psyching himself up in the process.

“Ale-jan-dro! … Ale-jan-dro! … Ale-jan-dro!”

It was obvious that the Albuquerque crowd didn’t come here tonight to support Alessandro as they chanted his name incorrectly over and over as loud as they could. Drawing a negative reaction from him, Alessandro looked out over the crowd and began to mouth off. This allowed Bronx to slowly come to his senses without an ongoing attack upon him. Standing to his feet, Bronx was caught as Alessandro looked straight at him. Alessandro then prepared to leap off the top of the corner but before he could, Bronx lunged forward, throwing his body over the top rope beside the corner which caused Alessandro to lose his balance. Dropping straight down with his legs spread, Alessandro’s crotch slammed down onto the top of the corner. You could see the pain in his facial expression and the damage was clear once he grabbed himself with one hand, and held his arm around his stomach once the pain began to travel upward. Gasping for air, Alessandro managed to keep himself seated on top of the corner as Bronx pulled himself away from the ropes. After brushing the hair from out of his face, Bronx cracked a smile before slapping both hands down and doing a crotch chop directed at Alessandro.

“Bronx has big balls! … Bronx has big balls! … Bronx has big balls!”

Walking over to Alessandro, Bronx pulled him off the top of the corner and onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Taking a step back from the corner, Bronx then lifted Alessandro up with all of his strength before dropping him forward and down onto a lifting knee to the face!

JOHNSON: ”Bedtime!”

VASSA: ”But I don’t wanna!”

Alessandro fell backwards and through the ropes to the outside apron. Lifting Alessandro up and hitting him with his own move took nearly everything Bronx had as he then fall to the mat exhausted.

JOHNSON: ”There’s some payback from Bronx!”

VASSA: ”For two guys that have expressed how much they dislike one another they sure don’t mind jacking the other’s move.”

With Bronx down in the ring and Alessandro down on the apron, the official began his ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

JOHNSON: ”Now we have both men down and yet another ten count from Larry Collins.”

VASSA: ”These two have given each other their best here tonight and it hasn’t been an easy night for either man.”

Bronx slowly begins to roll over to his side as Alessandro remains down on the apron.

“Four! … Five! … Six!”

Although he showed signs of progressing, Bronx remained down on his side as now Alessandro has began to pull himself up with the ropes.

“Seven! … Eight! … Nine!”

Alessandro drops back down to the apron, unable to pull himself up. Bronx on the other hand, he’s now on his stomach, pushing himself up from the mat.

“Te–“

Bronx popped to his feet before falling forward into the ropes. He grabbed them for dear life, keeping himself from falling back down and ending the officials count for good.

VASSA: ”I don’t know how he did it, but Bronx has gotten up from the mat in just the niche of time.”

JOHNSON: ”Someone has to win here tonight. A count-out draw wouldn’t sit well with either man.”

Alessandro remained down on the apron as Bronx laid over the ropes, out of it and catching his breath. The two remained like this for nearly a minute as both men were too tired to continue at the moment. The important this is that Bronx was able to get up and end the ten count, keeping the match very much alive despite neither man having much life left in them.

A high pitched cheer is heard coming from the front row, loud enough to grab Bronx’s attention as he slowly raised his head to see what it was. Don’t ask how he got in here, or why his parents would even bring a child to a 4CW show. These questions always come about when there is one seen but the fact is, standing in the front row a young kid with his face painted cheered Bronx on. No questions, he was just there. The important thing to be noted and thankful for is that Miles Blake wasn’t here tonight so therefor the child was safe from having his life ruined by the peckerman. What was painted on his face? It was a star and the kid even had the hair to match the 4CW Champion. He wore a shirt with the 4CW Champion on it and above his head, he held a sign that brought a smile to Bronx’s face.

I’M DRESSED LIKE
BRONX SO THAT
PHE WILL SHOW
ME HER TITTIES

Bronx pointed the finger gun to the kid with a smile from ear to ear. What caught him even more by surprise was when the kid turned the sign around, showing what was on the back side.

BEING CUCKED BY
BRONX IS BETTER
THAN BEING CUCKED
BY A BAKED POTATO
STARBOY > COMABOY

Seeing that pumped life back into Bronx as he grew excited. Pushing himself away from the ropes and standing on his own, Bronx pointed to the sign, drawing everyone’s attention to it.

VASSA: ”That kids parents are awesome!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s debatable.”

VASSA: ”Oh calm down, will you?”

JOHNSON: ”I am calm. I may not agree with the parenting involved with this, however, I will say that this kid has brought life to the 4CW Champion.”

Dipping his body halfway through the ropes, Bronx pulled Alessandro up from the apron and laid him over the middle rope. Standing straight up, Bronx then reached over the top and pulled Alessandro completely to his feet before turning him around. Holding Alessandro in place with one arm, Bronx pointed to the kid in the front row once more. He then slapped Alessandro’s face before directing his attention to the sign the kid was holding. Stepping onto the middle rope, Bronx then wrapped both arms around Alessandro.

JOHNSON: ”I think we all know what time it is!”

VASSA: ”Time for Bronx and Phe to quit bullshitting and smash?”

JOHNSON: ”Wait–what?”

Digging deep down, Bronx exerted all of his strength into lifting Alessandro off his feet and over the top rope. Falling back, Bronx dropped Alessandro back inside of the ring with a German suplex from the apron!

VASSA: ”I said–“

JOHNSON: ”TWEET DELETE!!!”

VASSA: ”You don’t even have Twitter, Steve.”

Bursting to his feet, Bronx looked out over the electric crowd cheering his name.

“Bronxy–V! … Bronxy–V … Bronxy–V!”

In an instant, he turned to the corner, kneeled down and grabbed his sunglasses placed underneath it on the apron. Climbing to the top of the corner, he looks over to the kid once more as the kid waves his arms for the crowd to grow even louder. Placing the sunglasses over his eyes, Bronx nods to the kid once more before leaping off the corner and twisting through the air. The entire building goes silence as Bronx twists and turns but then the noise level erupts as Bronx connects with the Corkscrew Moonsault!

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

VASSA: ”TRUE LIGHT’S FLIGHT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s hooked Alessandro’s leg!”

Bronx had Alessandro pinned shoulders to the mat and not far behind was the official, sliding in beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Bronx prevails!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s it folks! Bronx has won it!”

The official pops to his feet, calling for the bell that can hardly be heard over the high sound levels of the Albuquerque crowd.

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

The “Stranger Things” intro begins playing throughout the arena as the fans continue cheering on their champion. As Bronx pushes himself up to his feet, the remix to “Starboy” kicks in. The official steps in beside him, grabbing his arm and launching it straight into the air above his head.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

Bronx rips his arm away from the official, quickly exiting the ring and heading straight for the announcers booth where the 4CW Championship sits.

VASSA: ”These two men gave each other Hell tonight but in the end, it’s the 4CW Champion with his arm raised in victory.”

JOHNSON: ”Here he comes. Enjoy the win champ, the real challenge is in three weeks at Retrograde.”

Bronx grabs the championship from the booth, giving both Vinny and Johnson a nod before he turns his back to them and walks away.

VASSA: ”Bronx has done nothing but face challenge after challenge after challenge after challenge since re-signing with 4CW. There are no nights off for the 4CW Champion, unless you count the couple here and there beyond his control. But when he’s at the arena with a match on deck, it’s always a night to give his best effort and leave it all in the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s exactly what he did here tonight. He and Alessandro took each other to their limits tonight and through it all, Bronx was able to come forward with the win here at Adrenaline Eighty.”

Bronx walks around the ring and over to the look-a-like kid in the front row. He gives the kid a fist bump before kneeling down to one knee and sharing a few words with him. The kids eyes remain locked on the 4CW Championship. Bronx looks down to it with a smile before handing the championship to the kid. The kid begins jumping up and down in excitement with the belt raised high above his head. Grabbing a marker from a nearby fan, Bronx then signs the kids shirt.

JOHNSON: ”That is what it’s all about. I may not agree with the signs that kid brought in and if he even knew what they meant, but it’s moments like this that I will always cherish in this business.”

VASSA: ”Woah now, calm down a second Peckerman. Don’t you go getting any ideas now!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m just saying that it’s always special when these wrestlers give back to the fans, the people who spend their hard earned money to watch them perform.”

Bronx then takes the championship back from the kid before giving him one final nod and walking away. Turning the corner of the ring, Bronx looks back into the ring where Alessandro is still down, but for some reason appears to be motioning his arms and legs as if he were making a snow angel. The only thing is, there’s wasn’t a single flake of snow to be found.

VASSA: ”What is he doing?”

JOHNSON: ”If I didn’t know any better, I would say that it looks like he’s making snow angels. The only thing missing would be the snow.”

VASSA: ”I would say that Bronx maybe knocked something loose upstairs in Alessandro’s head but he wasn’t all there to begin with.”

Chuckling to himself, Bronx then tosses the 4CW Championship over his shoulder before turning his back to the ring and slowly walking up the ramp.

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s all the time we have for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Adrenaline Eighty is officially in the books!”

VASSA: ”Next up is Retrograde where that man right there, the 4CW Champion, will defend the championship against Anastasia Hayden in the oldest 4CW match we’ve seen throughout the years.”

JOHNSON: ”A Caged ladder match, dating all the way back to its original debut at the fourth 4CW Event in February Twenty-Fourteen.”

VASSA: ”It’s been used a few times over the last four years, but I’m excited to see it used four years later for the 4CW Championship match at a pay-per-view themed to go back in time.”

JOHNSON: ”That is just the icing on the cake. Retrograde is going to be packed with great matches with multiple championships on the line for both Adrenaline and even Octane.”

VASSA: ”I’m excited, that’s really all I can say about this. It’s unfortunate that we have to wait an extra week.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s right folks, instead of two weeks, Retrograde won’t be for another three weeks but in the meantime you can catch the action over in Octane.”

VASSA: ”How much did Jimmy pay you to say that?”

JOHNSON: ”He didn’t pay me anything. I’m just showing support for 4CW’s second brand of wrestling action.”

VASSA: ”Mister Company Man himself, Steve Johnson ladies and gentlemen!”

JOHNSON: ”Whatever you say, Vinny. And on that note, we’re going to call it a night!”

VASSA: ”See you fine folks in three weeks at the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas!”

JOHNSON: ”Be on the lookout for announcements to follow tonight’s event regarding the 4CW Tag Team Championships and even the XTV Championship for Retrograde. The fun is only beginning! From 4CW and the booth, I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good fight and goodnight!”

The camera cuts back to the ring for a short moment where Alessandro is still waving his arms and legs while on his back making snow angels without the key ingredient. Cutting to the top of the ramp, Bronx stands and turns back, looking over the entire crowd before hoisting the championship with one arm high above his head.

“Bronxy–V! … Bronxy–V … Bronxy–V!”

He continues to stand there with the championship on display for the entire arena as the chants continues to grow louder and louder. The picture then begins to slowly fade to black as the chanting remains in the background. A flash of green crosses the screen, a pulse if you will, as the Showtime logo appears behind it and the closing credits begin to roll.