ANTE UP (152)

JUNE 27TH, 2018 T-MOBILE ARENA LAS VEGAS, NV

PRE-SHOW
CRASH VS. TERRY FLARE

With one match under his belt Terry Flare would look to be the favorite against the 4CW newcomer and wrestling in general Crash. It was a fast pace matched from the start. Flare starts it off by hitting Crash with a huge german suplex only to have Crash shake the cobwebs out of his head and rate it only 3 stars on the impact test rating scale. The exchange a few right hands until Crash gains the upper hand and backs Flare into a corner. He starts wildly hitting a bunch of left and rights that really only resemble how you’d think an out of the closet Perry Wallace would throw a punch. Regardless, it was enough to send Terry Flare down to the mat. Out of the blue, Crash himself falls to the mat imitating the fallen Flare. Why? Who knows? We are talking about a man that thinks he’s an actual Crash Test Dummy.

Flare starts to get up, which promptly gets Crash off the mat and he continues to somehow keep the upper hand on Flare. Almost like, Flare DIDN’T EVEN SHOW UP tonight to wrestle. Flare lands some kicks to the back of Crash which sends Flare back down to the mat belly first. With a quick jump, Flare is in the air and lands a surprisingly on point standing moonsault! He gets up quickly and runs around the ring in a circle almost as fast as Sativa is to tweet a race baiting picture on Twitter, before heading out to her local Klan meeting in her sweet Buick that has a large cross tied to the top of it and a Confederate Flag painted on the hood. Crash runs to the turnbuckle and starts bashing his head against it for absolutely no reason at all! This man is a complete animal! He turns around and there is a trickle of blood dripping from the bottom of his mask and he climbs the top ropes. He jumps off the top ropes trying to land a diving headbutt, but Flare rolls out of the way at the last second!

Both of the competitors are down on the mat when Flare starts to stir a bit. He gets to his feet and holds his head while looking at the fallen Crash. He quickly walks over to Crash and starts delivering elbow after elbow to the fallen man. After hitting five successful ones, he pops up quickly and goes for his sixth, but Crash moves just enough and Flare elbows Crash’s mask instead of his chest. With Flare rolling around in pain, Crash is able to get to his feet and he pulls Flare to his feet as well. He picks Flare up and hits him with a Northern Lights Suplex and heads immediately for the top rope. He stands up on the top ropes and points to the fallen Flare and looks at the crowd. He jumps off and hits Flare with a Head On Collision, which is simply a diving headbutt, and quickly goes for the pin and gets a three count.

WINNER: Crash via Pinfall (4:59)

PRE-SHOW
JOHNNY STORM VS. CADEN WALKER

Making their 4CW debuts, we have an American hero and a killing machine going head to head for your entertainment. It didn’t take long for Caden to make an impact as he bombarded Storm in the corner with vicious lefts and rights, breaking him down to a seated position in the early moments of the match. Grabbing onto the ropes, Cadan used them for leverage as he stomped down with all of his strength onto Storm’s midsection. Dipping through the ropes, Caden dropped down to the floor before reaching back into the ring and dragging Storm’s upperbody out onto the apron. With Storm’s head hanging over the side of the ring, Caden reached for the stars before slamming his arm down and crushing Storm’s windpipe with a blunt elbow.

Back in the ring, Caden slowly but effectively tore away at Storm’s stamina with various choke holds. After slamming Storm to the mat with a thunderous spinebuster, Caden charged towards the corner and quickly climbed to the top. Waiting patiently for Storm to rise to his feet, Caden kept a close eye on him until his window of opportunity presented itself. Leaping through the air, Caden stretched his arms and legs out, flying towards Storm with a diving crossbody. The American hero shocked everyone in attendance as he caught Caden in mid air, fluidly spinning in place before driving him into the canvas with a spinning powerslam, that of the American variety.

It was just the break Storm needed after the vicious assault that Caden brought to him in the ring. Popping up to his feet with a newfound energy, Storm positioned himself beside Caden with his back turned to him before flipping backwards through the air and landing across him with his Freedomsault. That’s a standing moonsault for those who may have been wondering. Then Storm put on a fireworks display like the Fourth of July for those watching with a little ground and pound action, delivering each blow for justice, truth, and of course the American way. God bless. If Knowshon Moreno were watching, he’d have his right hand over his head and the biggest tears ever seen rolling from his eyes. Pulling Caden to his feet, Storm hooked a leg before lifting him into the air and dropping him on his ehad with the Freedom Driver (fisherman suplex piledriver)! Making the cover, Storm looked to the heavens as the official slid in with the one, the two, and the three! All of which was done for freedom!

“Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

WINNER: Johnny Storm via Pinfall (7:22)

The real winner here was America by the way.

The picture opens to a shot from within the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada! The house is packed for tonight is Ante Up, one of, if not the biggest 4CW pay-per-views of the year! That is until the end of year awards come around and everyone votes for Fright Night but that isn’t the point. Panning the crowd, the camera zooms into various signs held throughout the mixture of people.

BURY ME SOFTLY

BEAT HIS
ASS, DAD!

DOWN
WITH
SPANKY

PECKERMAN > SWEETIE

IF THIS SIGN IS SEEN
THEN IT’S NOT DELAYED

Fireworks explode from the entrance stage as “Ante Up” plays throughout the building. Down at ringside, we fins Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa dressed to the nines! The camera closes in on them for our opening but we don’t have time for that. The show must start on time and not even these two could delay things any further.

Kimitsu Zombie walks through the halls backstage on her way to the entrance. She adjusts her jacket and speaks without any emotion for now.

ZOMBIE: “There might be nothing that I could do to tell you people that this is not going to be another wasted opportunity. I get that. Every time I’ve stepped up to get my shot at another 4CW title opportunity lately I have slipped up. That’s the struggle and that is what keeps me going. I may not have the momentum, but I sure as fuck have the desire to get this championship. Sometimes it’s not enough to just ‘want it’ more, is it? No, I’ve learned that by now. I’m not so naive anymore. What I am going to so ro win tonight is to just let go and let my instincts take the wheel.”

She frowns now and adds a little more color to her voice. All red with a rising fury.

ZOMBIE: “I really don’t think much of Donavan. He means nothing to me just like that title means nothing to him. It’s only his first title in this company. What does that mean for a man who has done it all? It’s only a trinket for him to act superior, and talk to people like a high school principal. I’m going to show him what how bittersweet that first title win can be. He’s a big boy, though. I’m sure he’ll be able to handle it. I have a big mood going into this match right now. This is something that the Nurse put around my neck, and it chokes me no matter where I go.”

She claws at her neck ripping at an imaginary rope.

ZOMBIE: “The only way to get this hangman’s rope off me is is to continue to be successful again. To continue repairing this name that sometimes disgusts me. I will beat Donavan in lieu of Kinsley and whoever else shows up. I’m not a title hunter like a few of these people. These things become personal to me one way or another. That’s because I put everything into my matches and you motherfuckers keep giving me a reason. She is gone, so Donavan is going to pay for Kinsley. The next person who steps up is going to pay for the shit everyone else gave me. Until I get my hands on them directly at least. This is going to be my night. I’m willing to risk all I have and more, if Donavan was still wondering. I’ll scar this pretty face right up if it means winning that match. I’ll be as petty, vindictive, envious, and as angry as I want. By the end of the night all you’ll be calling me is champion.”

OPENING MATCH
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME ROULETTE

KIMITSU ZOMBIE VS. ERIC DONAVAN ©

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.

The big screen lights up in green, an animation of the Donavan coat of arms coming together with the words “Baptized in Blood” above and “Forged by Flame” below. A moment later the low, foreboding guitars of “Dragonfly” by Shaman’s Harvest start to rumble through the speakers as the lights go up in green, white and gold. As the theme picks up strength, Eric Donavan walks out onto the stage from behind the curtain with the 4CW XTV Championship over his shoulder, followed by his wife Lyra LeVeux-Donavan. The hood of his sleeveless trench is up and over his head until he tosses his head back, causing it to fall away as the pair pause at the top of the ramp with Lyra stepping in against Eric, one hand resting on his chest as he wraps one arm around her waist and removes his championship with the other, holding it high into the air as the fans roar in response.

POWERS: ”Now approaching the ring accompanied by Lyra LeVeux-Donavan, from Asheville North Carolina by way of Dublin, Northern Ireland and weighing in at two hundred forty-one pounds… He is the 4CW XTV Champion, ‘The Irish Dragon’… ERIC DDOONNAAVVAANN!!!”

He gazes out at the mass of humanity in front of him, flashing the infamous Donavan Smirk before making his way down the ramp and to the ring with Lyra remaining on his arm and the title draped over his other shoulder. Both meet the hands of the fans who reach out toward them, switching sides once on their way down. Climbing onto the apron via the middle rope, Eric takes the hand of Lyra and leads her up the steps, holding the ropes for her to enter before she returns the gesture. Once inside the ring, he steps up onto the turnbuckles and throws his arms out wide, title clutched in his right hand, letting out a roar of adrenaline. The Smirk appears again as he drops down, slipping out of his jacket which Lyra takes over her arm as well as the championship. She leans up to plant her lips against his cheek before leaving the ring while Eric steps back against the turnbuckles, his eyes forward as he prepares for the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell rings, Zombie comes out fired up for Ante Up, rushing forward full speed. Donavan tries to cut her off with a grapple, but Zombie slides under him, between his legs and springs back up rebounding off the ropes. Eric Donovan spins around as Zombie rebounds back in his direction and jumps into the air, connecting a dropkick. Donovan stumbles back as Zombie begins to fire an onslaught of leg kicks, almost buckling Donovan causing him to stumble back and lean against the ropes for support. Zombie backs up and runs forward, she hopes for a clothesline to knock Eric over the ropes and outside the ring to the floor below, but The Irish Dragon scouts it, ducking forward and lifting her over his head, sending her flipping backward and causing her to crash to the ringside floor with a back body drop over the ropes.

JOHNSON: “This match has already made its way ringside, and I’m sure it’s only going to get worse from here?”

VASSA: “Well, there’s no count-out, no rules and it’s Ante Up’s annual Extreme Roulette, you know it’s going to be wild! If you’ll excuse me, I must smoke!!!”

JOHNSON “How come ever single damn time you light up a cigar you have to blow the smoke in my face??”

Donovan rolls outside the ring and reaches down, gripping Zombie’s wrist and starts to pull her to standing position. Zombie’s experience comes into play as she played possum, elbowing Donovan in the ribs. As Donovan buckles forward, Zombie hops onto the barricade and maintains balance, hopping back off and spinning forward, drilling a knee into the side of Eric Donovan’s face. Donovan drops to a knee, as Zombie locks her arm around his head and drops back with a snap DDT, causing Donovan’s head to spike onto the floor. Quickly she rolls Eric Donovan onto his back and hooks the leg looking for a pin fall attempt.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: ”Now, I understand the concept on wanting to end this thing early because you’re a target all night… but I’m sure Kimitsu Zombie had to know that wasn’t going to be enough to end it?”

JOHNSON: “Doesn’t hurt to try does it, Vassa??”

Kimitsu quickly climbs up and reaches down, pulling Donovan up by a hand full of hair. She delivers a knife edge chop, sending him backward and causing him to lean against the barricade. Zombie paces back a bit and then runs forward but as she approaches Donovan, The Irish Dragon steps forward and lifts her up, holding her in a bearhug as he charges forward and smashes her back into the ring post. Zombie falls to the floor and rolls onto her stomach. Eric Donovan paces for a moment, pulling the hair away from his face as he leans down and reaches under the ring. Donovan retrieves a wet floor sign and grips it in both hands, hoisting it over his head. Shot by shot, he begins brutally smashing it across Kimitsu’s back as she starts to roll across the floor in an attempt to get away. Dropping the wet floor sign, Eric looks over at Lyra for approval. Reaching down, Donovan grips his hand under Zombie’s underarm and pulls her to standing position. He kicks her in the stomach and then lifts her up onto his shoulder. Rushing forward with Zombie set up for a lawn dart, he looks to crack Zombie’s head against the ring post, but at the last moment, Zombie kicks back and falls behind him pushing Donovan forward causing him to smash the ring post shoulder first. As he spins around in pain, Zombie hops in the air and locks her arm around his neck drilling him down with a jumping DDT.

JOHNSON: “Looks to me like things are getting heated quickly?”

VASSA: ”Of course they are, I LOVE IT!!”

With Eric Donovan down, Zombie now searches under the ring apron and fetches a light tube. Donovan starts climbing to a knee, but as he gets there Zombie bats a home run, shattering the light tube across his back, causing dust and debris to go everywhere. Donovan yells in pain as he lands back onto the floor. Getting a huge reaction from the Las Vegas crowd, Zombie goes under the apron once more to see what other toys she can use to her disposal. She tosses a steel chair to the side, followed by a garbage can, and then pool-stick. Finally she pulls out a microwave.

VASSA: ”What in the actual fuck? Where in the hell did a microwave come from, what’s that doing hiding under the ring?”

JOHNSON: “You never know what you’ll find under a 4CW ring!”

VASSA: “I heard that Vossler’s manhood and hormone pills were under there one time, but we still have yet to find them. The search is still ongoing!”

Kimitsu drops the microwave to the side of her and grips the power cord. She extends it out and reaches forward, wrapping it around Donovan’s neck trying to choke every ounce of life out of him as he goes to stand. Eric reaches around frantically and grips at the cord, trying to dig his fingers under it and loosen it from his neck. After tussling around, Donovan uses enough force to sling Zombie off of his back and to the floor. As he stands up he tosses the cord to the ground in anger. Reaching down he pulls Zombie to her feet and elbows her in the head with a bionic elbow. Picking Zombie over his shoulders he drops to the side and drills her to the floor with a death valley driver. Rolling her onto her stomach Donovan hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Zombie rolls a shoulder up. Donovan climbs to a knee and looks to the side of him. He reaches out and grabs the steel chair as he stands to his feet. Holding it in one hand, he reaches down and pulls Kimitsu Zombie to her feet by the hair before rolling her back into the ring. Donovan slides back into the ring with steel chair in hand in pursuit. He clenches the chair in both hands and begs for Zombie to get to her feet. As she stands, Donovan uses the chair as a ram, driving it into Kimitsu’s rib cage before raising it over his head and smashing it over her cranium. Zombie falls flat onto the ring mat as Eric Donovan tosses the chair to the side. Pacing around for a moment in confidence, Donovan catches his breath before reaching down and picking Zombie up to her feet. He stuffs Zombie’s head in between his legs and hoists her into the air for a powerbomb, but what he wants and what he gets are two different things. Zombie locks her legs around his neck and delivers a couple elbows to throw The Irish Dragon off balance before flipping backward and driving his head into the mat with a Frankensteiner.

JOHNSON: “Kimitsu Zombie with the Frankensteiner counter off the powerbomb!”

VASSA: “Now all she needs to do is make the pin and she could have this one in the books?”

Kimitsu is late to get to her feet and she knows it, she doesn’t attempt a pinfall. Instead she waits until Donovan gets to a knee and springs off of the ropes coming forward to connect a God Kick. As Zombie comes back in Eric Donovan’s path, Donovan quickly comes to both feet, locking her up and slinging her back with a Red Dragon Suplex onto the chair. The impact is so strong it sends Zombie rolling outside back to floor from under the bottom rope. Eric Donovan shakes his head in disbelief as he takes a moment before rolling outside the ring. Reaching down, he pulls Zombie to her feet and smashes her head on the ring apron. As Zombie staggers away in a groggy state, Donovan reaches into the front row and takes an audience members half full beer mug. Zombie spins back in his direction and Donovan looks to take her out for good by smashing it over her head. As Donovan swings, Zombie ducks under and locks him up as he turns back in her direction. She quickly pulls him into a Northen Lights set-up, spinning and snapping him to the floor with a Trip To The Grave, falling onto him for a pin-fall.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”The winner of the match, and your new 4CW XTV Champion… KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”

VASSA: ”I can’t believe it, she did it!”

JOHNSON: ”You can rest assured, The Red Dragon will be looking to get that belt back… possibly tonight!”

Before Kimitsu can fully make it to her feet, Lyra LeVeux-Donavan rushes in and rolls her up for a pin-fall…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

POWERS: “Your new 4CW XTV Champion, LYRA LEVEUX-DDOONNAAVVAANN!!!”

As Lyra is getting announced, Zombie rolls her up into a pin of her own…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Well, Extreme Roulette has started in a big way folks!”

POWERS: “Your new XTV Champion, KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”

Quickly, Kimitsu grabs the belt and makes haste up the ramp, knowing she is now a walking target for the rest of the night…

American Tommy is dressed and ready for his match later tonight. He looks into the camera and gives a bit of a nod. This ain’t the regular Tommy we see. Always confident and cocky he is, but he’s actually stretching and preparing for this match.

TOMMY: “It’s about time I’ve had my shot at the the belt I’ve longed to hold since I came to 4CW and the day has finally arrived. Kaz and I go one on one later tonight and I will prove once again that I am better than she is. It’s gonna suck for her when she realizes that the life she saw behind those classes isn’t just my reality, but her reality. She can go fuck herself for insinuating One Direction is a one hit wonder. That was completely disrespectful and I will fight for Directioners everywhere tonight.”

He makes a heart with his hands and continues.

TOMMY: “Kaz, you said a lot of nasty things about me like calling me a weasel. You also called me a one hit wonder, which quite frankly, made absolutely no sense at all, because I’ve pretty much been able to do whatever the fuck I want to whoever the fuck I want since I arrived in 4CW. They’ve lined ‘em up and I’ve simply knocked them down. But the most insulting thing that you said is that this is game seven.”

Tommy does the Dikembe Mutombo finger wave.

TOMMY: “Sure, I’ll agree with you. This is probably the biggest match of my career so far in 4CW. Sure, facing Anastasia Hayden and the other dweebs for the Fate Championship at Fright Night was monumental, but Ana basically gave up that title. You could tell she absolutely didn’t want it by the time I got to her. Fuck, she even gave up before I even got to get into the ring with her. This match may be the finals, but this isn’t no game fucking seven.”

He smirks into the camera.

TOMMY: “Just like MJ…”

Tommy scratches his face and winks.

TOMMY: “I don’t let it go to a game seven.”

He smiles one more time into the camera before he walks outta the room and the scene fades.

UNDERCARD
TRISH NEWBORN VS. JAY MORA

The match starts out surprisingly fast paced with Trish Newborn coming at Jay Mora with her hands firing. The Vegas crowd cheering the start seeing Newborn gunning for the Marksman. The attack catches Mora by surprise at first but the strength advantage comes into play as Mora knocks a pause into Newborn as if she was one of this ladies of the night. The pause gives him enough time to try and follow up but instead the quicker Newborn ducks under Mora’s rushing clothesline and rebounds off the ropes using a flying headscissors on Mora that does more than bring him down it takes him outside of the ring after the impact. The ref starts the count at that point. The ref gets to the count of 5 as Jay Mora glares at Newborn while she soaks up the cheers of the crowd standing tall. Sliding in Mora gets the match back underway and as soon as you thought Newborn would keep the upper hand…Mora knocks her down to size once again with a mean right hand. The pause being much longer this time around and bringing Newborn to a knee which gets Mora backing up looking to match the Marked right against Newborn’s jaw.

Newborn barely gets out of danger bending back in a show of quick reflexes hitting a baby Matrix that the T-Mobile shows appreciation for. Mora’s foot swings and misses but the follow up considered worse as Mora says fuck it and drops an elbow before she can adjust breaking her to the match and resorts to ground and pound throwing punches wherever they can land on the smaller Trish. Mora getting in the most shots in this moment of the match and finally slowing Newborn down two of the shots causing her nose to leak blood before he gets up satisfied at what he’s down taunting the crowd. The boos ring as he grabs at Newborn forcing her to her feet and dropping her down with a over the knee backbreaker going for pin right after to a two count.

Trisha being pained but not quite out as the crowd cheers the little sign of life. Mora isn’t bothered though just stomps her a few times with an enjoying grin pulling at her to her feet once more but this time Newborn those those desperation punches and low kicks. The punches don’t do much but the kicks actually begin to chop Markie down. As they trade the crowd gives the traditional “boo/yeah” tandem. Mora gets tired of this quickly kicking her low and pulling her into a powerbomb position he gets her up but that where his plans end…Newborn taking control with a perfectly timed hurricanrana and keeping hold of Mora’s legs for the pin. Close but no as Mora kicks out before three. Vegas sighs and Newborn doesn’t get discouraged as she gets to her feet. Both are much more slower at this point than in the beginning of the match but with Newborn rising to her feet first she sizes up Mora as he’s working to get back on his feet as well. Right before he does Newborn is in motion running and springboarding off looking for Air Trish to put and end to…Bullseye!! By Jay Mora completely telling Newborn to fuck her own life with his spear out of nowhere. Before Newborn could fully extend the leg…Mora shot like a bullet from a gun dropping Newborn violently to the mat. Hitting the bullseye kills the crowd as Mora pins.

Expecting an easy three count Mora is beside him. She kicks out right before the three easily could be the closest count of the night. He gets up arguing and demanding his case not pleading. The crowd coming back alive as Trish stirs slightly on the mat. The nose becoming a more steady drip it doesn’t stop her from trying to each her feet. Mora pays Newborn no mind still yelling out to the ref telling him this match is over and for him to call it. When it doesn’t work Mora takes his frustration over toward Newborn as she’s getting to her feet and lets Mora know quickly giving her time is his gravest mistake…The California Kiss…changes everything. Newborn catching Mora completely slippin too much talking and not enough pimpin as she drives his face into the mat. Rolls him over like a dead body being wrapped in carpet and gets the three count for her Ante Up win.

WINNER: Trish Newborn via Pinfall (7:49)

A loud, almost eardrum shattering white noise screeches across the arena as the screen goes to static. A few seconds after this it cuts to the inside of a very modern looking kitchen, everything seems normal that is, everything except for the monster looming over the stove. There stood Dakota Smith, his shirt off, back full of scars and scratch marks. He was frying up what looked to be a piece of red meat in an iron skillet. It was then that through a door a few feet behind Dakota, came Cyrus Riddle, he didn’t knock – just pushed his way in as if he was expecting The Butcher to be inside. As soon as Cyrus did so Dakota whipped around, taking his hand off of the pan and snatching a mason jar full of a clear liquid, with a slight murky red overtone to it, off of the counter. Within a few large steps Dakota is at the table stationed in the middle of the room, he pulls out a chair and plops down – a chaotically amused grin on his face as he slammed the jar down onto the table with a loud bang!

SMITH: “CYRUS RIDDLE! Just the guy I was looking for… So what can I do for you?”

RIDDLE: “Well… first… what exactly are you doing?”

Riddle’s confusion quickly turned to curiosity. He knew Dakota, so this wasn’t a happenstance of humor, it was an aftermath of something more.

Dakota’s grin widened as he leans back in his chair, so that two of the legs where now hovering off the floor. He unscrews the mason jar and takes a swig of the contents inside, swirling it around the inside of his mouth before swallowing. Dakota then slide it across the table, to where Cyrus catches it just before it goes off the edge.

SMITH: “Oh you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Cleaning up a mess, I assume that’s why you’re here?”

A snickering chuckle escapes from Dakota’s lips as he stares at the man across the table. Riddle shrugs before taking a swig of the drink himself, looking surprised at how decent it is.

RIDDLE: “Yeah well, sometimes the mess requires a team effort. Speaking of which, Bad Company… I’ve been mulling it all over in my head, and with some recent developments, I had an epiphany.”

He sips again, sliding the mason jar back across the table as he sits.

SMITH: “ Did you now? Isn’t that just something. You know I’ve been thinking about Bad Company as well, thinking how last year I had to carry that pathetic sack of fuck name Erron Wilder! The way he smeared the Omerta name, that you and I had created. That last dying breath of Omerta, was Erron getting his balls revoked and whimpering out this company like the injured bitch that he is. It’s pathetic!”

The butcher is now growling as he snatches the mason jar and chugs down a good portion of it’s contents, ripping it away from his lips and all but throwing it onto the table. With his hands grasping the edge of the table, Dakota cracks his neck to the left and then to the right before letting out a very guttural roar of his displeasure. But after a few moments his eyes return back to Riddle, as a cheeky smirk twists on his lips.

RIDDLE: “Therein lies the problem we face. Erron and his twat ways made the entire operation go tits up, and in the process, he spunked our name all over the rubbish bin in a waste. But, this year, that changes. All this time I’ve been going about things all wrong. I’ve blended when I should have remained divergent from the rest. So, right here and now, I want to inform you… that I will not be walking into Bad Company as the Riddle you’ve seen for the last year or so. You’ll be seeing the Riddle that was plucked from PWF and strolled into AWF to take a tag team championship on request.”

Cy pauses momentarily, smirking as he leans back.

RIDDLE: “Remember that English prick from back then? He sent messages in a ring, not outside of it, and he never fell short on his word.”

The butcher smirks as his mind drifts away to reminiscing about the past. Smoke begins to ascend from the pan on the stove, as the meat begins to burn. You see Cyrus notice it, but Dakota was acting as if he was oblivious to it as violently rattles his head, coming back to reality.

SMITH: “ Oh yes, I remember that man. The man that I hand chose to for Omerta, the man that hand plucked out of a dying company and transformed into something that should be feared, not just by one. But by alll! You cheeky fuckin’ cunt! It’s good to remember the past, keeps you from repeating it…repeating it…Repeating it”

You see Dakota’s tongue playfully run across his bottom lip as another snickering chuckle escapes from behind his bearded lips. Riddle laughs with him, amused by the sentiments of past days.

RIDDLE: “The only past worth repeating is a successful one. I’ve seen too many failures, endured too many setbacks, to sit idly by any longer. Ante Up, we take what we want, Bad Company we take what we want. I care about nothing more than that. This year, we bring Omerta back into glory days.”

SMITH: “ You’ve seen to many setbacks? To many failure!? You and me both old friend, the more I linger the more I tear into pieces. So… Let’s take those pieces of a broken Omerta, let’s take every single jagged fragment of what used to be… And shove them all inside of the throat of Bad Company, let’s take lives, rape names, and shit on every fluckin’ little maggot that gets in our way. ”

The smoke behind Dakota started to get thicker – almost black. As the sickening sweet smell of burnt flesh fills the room.

RIDDLE: “Fucking right we will, man. People will fear to say our names. And I think… just maybe… it’s time…”

Riddle nods toward the stove. Which has now gone up in flames, a black gunk climbing up the walls as the flames spark against the cupboards of the sink. Dakota’s grin grows as wide as its ever been as he pushes himself away from the table and stands up.

SMITH: “ I think it’s about time we got the fuck out of here. ”

Dakota grabs the mason jar from the table and walks towards Riddle, who heads for the door. As Riddle leaves the room, Dakota looks back and chucks the mason jar at the flames, it exploding spreading the flame to multiple areas of the room before the scene suddenly cutting to black.

The people are barely back in their seats before the lights dim and the beginning beat to “Killing You Hoes” begins to play. If the fans weren’t up before they are now as Genevie Carlson makes her way from behind the curtain. She smiles as the fans lose it for her return. She poses on the top of the ramp before walking to the ring, and jumping on the apron. She doesn’t do her usual flip into the ring. Mostly because she’s in heels and a dress. She climbs in the ring with a grin on her face. Clearly very happy to be standing back in a 4CW ring. She signals for a mic and waits for the music to die.

CARLSON: “That’s the shit I like to hear! I love hearing the fact you all missed me so much and I gotta say the months I’ve been away I really, really missed… NONE OF YOU.”

The fans boo loudly as Genevie laughs and shakes her head.

CARLSON: “What? You bitches thought that I missed you? Fuck no. You people are sheep and wouldn’t know great talent if it slapped you across the face. You people booed me when I was successful and cheered when I failed. Bet you thought my last match against Ana was a laugh riot. I’m not proud of that. Not one bit. My heart wasn’t in it. I let my failure to catch the 4CW Championship once again, pollute my mind and put a chip on my shoulder. I guess I couldn’t fully change who I am, or how much ego I have.”

Genevie sighed and shook her head

CARLSON: “So I took the time off that I felt I needed. Maybe this will be my new bit. Taking off after South Beach Brawl and coming back at Ante Up every year. It doesn’t matter because I left and not a single person has managed to come close to elevating the XTV Championship to the level I held it at and yeah it might be nice to show them how it’s done? I always have bigger and better goals in mind, and you’ll soon see EXACTLY what I mean.”

Genevie drops the mic as “Killing You Hoes” begins to play again and she exits the ring and walks back up the ramp with a smug smile on her face before she disappears through the curtain.

? ? ?: ”You know, in my near two years of professional wrestling, I’ve never had someone try so hard to sit and defame me. No. Scratch that. Lex Collins tried to bury me after he was already eighteen feet under, but I still kicked his ass even though the odds started going against me long before I left.”

In the back, seated on an equipment crate, his Ignition Championship draped over his shoulder, is Finn Whelan. He’s looking down at the floor, as if recalling memories of a time in the past. The hood of his vest is over his head, giving him the attitude that he needs for tonight’s match. For every match.

WHELAN: ”I want to point out a few things. Important things. Things that Magdalena Lockheart missed when she ranted about my abilities and who I was. Don’t worry, I’ll get to those, point by point. The accolades? The words? They were never my own. They will never be my own. In two years, with the world at my back clawing to make me fall, I have lost twelve matches. Twelve. I have drawn once. I have wrestled in sixty-eight matches in two years. You do the math. You tell me what the foregone conclusion is. You wanna talk pre-determined? Let’s talk predestination.”

The Seattle Saint hitches his championship higher up on his shoulder and cocks his head to the side, that smirk of his is prominent, almost wide enough for a grin.

WHELAN: ”For those of you who don’t know, predestination is a term described by Protestants in the Christian religion as a means to explain that the ever omniscient God of their faith, who knows everything, still allows for free will. It allows his followers and his creations, so to speak, to choose paths that were already predetermined by him, but still be given a choice. Love and Logic, they say. It keeps him holy. It keeps the rest in control.”

He pauses, looks at his championship, and he glances at the camera.

WHELAN: ”None of this is predestination. None of this is predetermined. The only thing my higher-ups know is that I come into every fucking fight that I’ve been scheduled for and I do the best that I can do. There is no if. There is no but. There is no easy match, Magdalena, and that’s where you unraveled from the very first go. People are allowed to have opinions, and I want to tell you that the fan votes? Those are based only on opinion, gleaned from facts placed in the past. Why do people assume I was going to win?”

He lifts an arm, shrugging his shoulders.

WHELAN: ”Because from the second I’ve gotten on the radar of this company, and others, that is what I do. There is always a slip-up, a mistake, that anyone can make. I am not infallible, but I am damn good. Again, that’s not me that labeled anything. That was others. Alyssa Daniels. Bronx Valescence. Phoenix Quagliaterre. They have all straight up said that I am one of the best in this damn sport, the future of it, one of the favorites they’ve had in a long time. In twenty-eighteen alone, I’ve fought in twenty-four matches. I’ve lost three. Cut the five I had in WWH, I had nineteen matches. Wanna know what that brings me down to? I still lost three. I don’t fuckin’ come into anything, Maggie, with my head up and create myself to be something that I’m not. That’s not in me. That’s never been me.”

He laughs a little, a chuckle in his throat before he runs a hand through his hair.

WHELAN: ”You want to talk shit about me joining 4CW, saying I have a long way to go? Fine. Do it. I already know I do. But to sit there and proclaim that people like Viddus Morta and Kimitsu Zombie, both champions here in 4CW, were in the minor leagues like myself because they were in Union? Just shows you didn’t do your fuckin’ research. And that’s where I always get people like you. Half-ass, focus on their bullshit in other places. You want to sit there and say that I’ll leave? I stayed with WWH for a year, thinking their methods were going to change. I lost more matches in Phoenix Wrestling and So-Cal Ultraviolent than I care to admit, and I stayed with them until I took time off for my family or they shut their doors. But you create your false ass narrative so it makes you feel better. You think I’m supposed to believe that a woman who made champion in a developmental territory matters even a lick?”

WHELAN: ”You’re dead wrong.”

WHELAN: ”You see, when I came to Four Corners, it wasn’t because I looked at what I could become. It was because I was sold a bill of goods that I liked. ‘Finn, you could do amazing there.’ ‘Finn, think about what that will do for your career.’ ‘Finn, I won’t fuckin’ stop pestering you about it until your name is signed on a contract.’ And look. Six matches in, and I go up against names that I never anticipated facing until I was at least here six months. You fail to miss that is wasn’t DeMarcus or Trish who pushed Fisher out of contention. It was me.”

He points at himself.

WHELAN: ”Me. I went for two matches that night, and I came out victorious. Just like I will be tonight. What’s hilarious is that I never underestimated you, Maggie. I don’t underestimate anyone. Twitter makes me lol, but it’s never where the true argument is done. However. With recent events and that shit-ass contradictory video where you tried to destroy me, but then tell the company how good it would be if I stayed, I’ve no longer thought about getting this to be a battle. It’s a fucking war, and now you’re gonna be buried six feet under.”

WHELAN: ”The difference here, Maggie, is that I am staying. Loss. Win. It doesn’t matter. But when we walk out of here tonight, I’ll still be the Ignition Champion. I’ll still have my hand raised in victory. And you? You’ll have one foot out the door already. You think you’re special. You’re not. None of us are. Not until we’ve proven ourselves. And sweetheart…”

WHELAN: ”I already have.”

The footage goes to Kimitsu Zombie at a casino nearby playing the slot machine with the XTV Championship on the stool next to here. All of a sudden a yelling and chaos emerges nearby. The camera pans around to see Cyrus Riddle rushing through the crowd of people with barbed-wire baseball bat in his hand. Catching Zombie off guard, he cracks it across her back, causing the razor sharp wire to dig into her skin and pull fragments of skin from her back as she buckles over on the slot machine. Riddle grips the back of her head and smashes it against the slot machine, causing sparks to fly from it as it breaks. He pushes her to the floor and goes for the pin, but before he can drop down, Eric Donovan comes into the picture. Driving a knee into Riddle’s rib cage. The two begin exchanging blows back and forth. As a hurt Kimitsu climbs to her feet using the slot machine for support, masked lunatics begin assaulting her.

VASSA: ”Where did these masked lunatics come from?”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve seen this before, we’ve seen this last year! Fuck you, Evil!”

The camera pans back as Riddle is laying a barrage of knuckles across Eric Donovan’s face before he is blindsided by Johnny Evil with a flying knee causing him to crash against a Blackjack table and send all the chips on the table flying. Evil turns around and gets greeted with a Dragon Fang from Eric Donovan. On the other side of the casino floor, Zombie is beginning to fight off the lunatics, dropping them to the floor with knees and kicks. Before Zombie knows it, she’s caught in the chin with a perfectly placed Dragon Fang from Eric Donovan. Before Donovan can pin her Riddle comes back into the picture and hoists The Irish Dragon onto his shoulders, sending him up into the air and Purging him with a boot to the face. Riddle drops down and crawls over onto Zombie, pinning her as the official forced to follow her around all night makes the pin.

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Zombie kicks out and rolls onto her stomach. As she starts to crawl away, Cyrus reaches out and grabs her foot, crawling on top of her from behind and locking her in Silent Night. Before Kimitsu can submit, Johnny Evil comes back into the picture and begins kicking Riddle in the ribs. As Riddle loses his grip breaking the hold, Evil jumps on top of him. Evil and Riddle begin tussling around on the casino floor viciously exchanging blows with one another as a groggy Kimitsu uses the stool to pull herself to her feet and grabs the XTV Championship in the midst of all the chaos and takes off avoiding losing the championship.

UNDERCARD
CRAIG ANDERSON VS. DEMARCUS GRESHAM

Being the most interesting man in the match according to the crowd, Craig was getting cheers from just bouncing off the turnbuckle ropes as he flew through the air and put DeMarcus down with a hard flying elbow to the face. Craig was on fire as he strutted around inside that ring as if he owned it, that sweet aroma of honey baked biscuits making the fan girls drool over him even more. DeMarcus gets to this feet and focuses on trying to break through Craig’s punches and is finally successful as he gets close to him and puts him down with easy. DeMarcus was no doubt the bigger man in this match and in his mind, the most intelligent when it came to how to work things to his advantage inside the ring but as the audience grows louder with singing lyrics from Craig’s theme, it was obvious whose side they were on tonight when it came to the opponents. DeMarcus did nothing but scoff with a slight shake of his head at the audience before focusing completely on Craig, knowing that actions were far valuable than words and he didn’t care if he didn’t have the audience’s love because he was much more concerned with having that win by the end of the match.

DeMarcus begin to pull Craig to his feet and when Craig tried to break out of DeMarcus’ grip, DeMarcus rewarded him with a knee lift right to the midsection before tightening the hold on him and going for a butterfly suplex. As soon as Craig hit the mat, DeMarcus turned to hit the ropes with a good bounce off and landed on the downed Craig with a leg drop before rising up and dragging Craig towards the middle of the ring. What DeMarcus had in mind for Craig was something he wanted to go through without Craig grabbing for the ropes. After dropping his legs, DeMarcus made his way around to the top of Craig’s head while Craig was sitting up and once Craig felt DeMarcus’ hands on him and say that DeMarcus was leaning down some, Craig quickly attacked as his hands shot up to grab DeMarcus’s head and yank him down some more while bringing both knees up to blast DeMarcus right in the forehead. It’s enough to force DeMarcus to back off as he stumbles backwards and gives Craig the opportunity to get to his feet.

Rushing towards DeMarcus, Craig yells out ‘LOVE ME SOME KICKS OUT FOR HARAMBE’ as he lays DeMarcus out with that superkick and covers him instantly. The referee’s hand hits the mat twice before DeMarcus is kicking out and Craig doesn’t stop to fret or even argue with the referee as he focuses on getting DeMarcus to his feet and after struggling with a swinging DeMarcus, Craig is able to quickly go for a one armed swinging neckbreaker. Craig shoots a slight smile from the loud outbursts from the overzealous female fans declaring their undying love for him in this battle while DeMarcus rolls his eyes and mutters long words that we’d need a dictionary to be able to sound out and understand what he’s saying. DeMarcus beckons Craig to step forward and Craig obliges with a steady step and alert eyes before he surprises with a spinning heel kick after acting as if he was going to throw a punch at DeMarcus.

Craig was looking for the Rich Tea-Bone Suplex but DeMarcus ends up countering it and spends the next few minutes using backbreakers and vertebreakers to try to kill Craig’s built up momentum. DeMarcus was by far the most serious between the two and he had definitely had enough of Craig for the night. He aimed to finish out strong as he locked Craig into a headlocked and applied pressure with the sole purpose of trying to deplete some of Craig’s energy. No matter how much Craig struggled, DeMarcus wasn’t letting up or letting go until HE decided to do so. He finally releases Craig but just as quickly as he does so, he surprises Craig with his hands back on him and doesnt hesitate to go for The Enlightenment followed by the pinfall soon after to be granted the three count for a successful win.

WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham via Pinfall (8:23)

Jumping in the back, Kaz Bonham greets the audience with a huge smile upon her face and the Octane Championship resting on her shoulder.

BONHAM: ”Y’all have been waitin’ so long for me to go and shut American Tommy up…and well to be honest…I’ve been waitin’ to. And there ain’t a better place to do it than, like, here tonight at Ante Up. It don’t even matter that the Octane Championship is on the line, I’ve just been wantin’ another shot at Tommy and I get it. And I ain’t lettin’ y’all down. That much I can tell y’all. I’m walkin’ in ring and I’m goin’ to show Tommy what it means to be a wrestler.”

There’s a flash of arrogance on Kaz’s face, but only for a moment as she looks back at her belt.

BONHAM: ”If Tommy really wants this Octane Championship? He’s gotta prove it to me. There ain’t any shame losin, it’d be a shame losin’ it to him, but I’m not gonna let him walk away with this like he’s done every other time. But y’all don’t need to worry, y’all know that I don’t plan on, like, lettin’ Tommy walk out of here with the championship I helped build. Octane ain’t here anymore, but we are and I’m goin’ to carry that legacy out with me tonight.”

A strong nod of confidence from Kaz.

BONHAM: ”I want people to remember Octane, I want people to know that Octane wasn’t a little brother to Adrenaline…we were the real deal. And we still are. Everything will built burned up, but I’m still here, the Octane Championship is still here, and all of my Bonham Care bears are here too! So as long as they’re still rootin’ and still fightin’? Then I’ll do that too. I do that because there ain’t no quit in me.”

Kaz’s smiles brightens and the excitement in her voice picks up; eager for her match.

BONHAM: ”I hope you’re ready to prove me wrong, Tommy. You got lucky, but I want you to earn this one tonight. If you don’t? Well…shoot…you already know what I can do.”

Kaz winks at the camera then adjusts her shoulder, letting the belt get some extra shine before walking off as the camera cuts elsewhere.

UNDERCARD
JASON MENTEZ & JAIR HOPKINS VS. BATTLE BORN

Cosmo and Jair start off the match with a good back and forth of fierce punches with trying to get the better of the other while the real enemies in the match, Jeb and Jason, shot daggers at one another from their side of the ring. Jeb didnt take Jason seriously one bit, believing that he had to hitch onto Jair just to step into a 4CW ring and wouldnt expect him to see him competing on another 4CW show after this match. Jason, however, obviously didnt give a damn what Jeb may have thought and felt he had already more than showed him that he wasn’t stunting Jeb or his idle threats. The real action wasn’t being made by them at the moment though as Cosmo stalked Jair after watching his body hit the mat from a release german suplex. Cosmo was built like a modern day Terminator and HIS abs had abs as his muscles flexed with each barefooted step he took towards Jair and showed him no mercy as he grabbed Jair by the arm and pulled him to his feet. Jair dug his elbow into Cosmo’s midsection and instantly begin to swing on him as soon as he stood upright and tried to practically box Cosmo into the turnbuckle corner but as soon as Cosmo’s back hit the turnbuckle, he caught Jair by surprise with a headbutt and then another that had Jair having no choice but to back up out of harm’s way.

Cosmo started towards Jair but sees Jeb getting his attention with wanting to be tagged in to get him some so Cosmo inches towards Jeb and slaps his hand for the tag and exits the ring while Jeb enters with a growing grin etched across his face. Jeb wastes no time as he charges forward and lays Jair out with a strong clothesline and begins to stomp him without mercy while an audible Jason is cursing Jeb out from the apron and wishing he could be in the ring beating the living hell out of Jeb for what he’s doing to his brother. Jeb does nothing but laugh at Jason and even flicks him off before continuing the stomping until he finally stops to yank Jair onto his feet. But a European Uppercut out of nowhere from Jair has Jeb caught completely off guard and that’s all Jair needs as he hurriedly goes for an Implant DDT before rushing to tag in Jason and then steps out of the ring with a splitting headache due to Cosmo’s earlier headbutts. The crowd is definitely hyped with finally getting ready to see Jeb and Jason clash inside of the ring, wanting more after witnessing their backstage brawl a mere few weeks ago.

Of course these two just couldnt go right at it as they had to being trash talking the hell out of one another that led to a full blown argument as soon as they laid eyes on each other, Jeb getting more under Jason’s skin as he brought up Jason’s fiancee and talked about how he was going to have her bent over one of these days. That does it as a pissed off Jason charged at Jeb and speared him to the mat to begin raining a flurry of punches aimed at Jeb’s face with trying to take his head off. Jeb’s face catches all of the vicious blows and it takes Jeb only a minute before he has Jason flipped on his back and now is on top to return the favor to Jason’s face with his fists for a while before Jason punches him in the face and rolls them over so that now he’s back on top. Cosmo and Jair look on at the two continually keeping this up for the next few moments until finally Jason stands to his feet and begins to stomp Jeb out with his Timbs like they’re in the middle of the street and he’s about to catch a case. Jason finally stops and Jeb laughs as he wipes the blood from his mouth with his eyes begging for more but when Jason steps closer, Jeb quickly clips him so that Jason falls to the mat and Jeb is on his feet with a quickness.

Jeb slaps Jason in the back of his head and shouts, ‘you like that, Spanky?!’ before pulling him aggressively to his feet and goes for a variety of powerbombs and suplexes to flex his strength and try to make Jason his bitch like he’s been stating to do. He’s actually surprised that Jason refuses to stay down especially with how many times Jeb continues to put him down without remorse and it gets to the point where Jeb remembers his condition and tries to drop Jason on his head but fails when Jason fights like hell to prevent that. Jeb has Jason in the air but Jason is striking him in the face so hard so that Jeb has to pull back from his mission of the head dropping to instead perform a backbreaker on him to get Jason to chill out. Jair is worried and leans over the ropes to call out to Jason but the ref mistakes that as Jair trying to enter the ring so he goes over to tell Jair to stay behind the ropes while Jair argues with him that he wasnt about to enter the ring.

Jason takes great advantage of the distracted referee as he pulls himself to his feet using the turnbuckle and acting like he can barely stand to bait Jeb to come closer in which Jeb does play into it unknowingly. As Jeb grins and comes closer to continue his assault on Jason, Jason quickly glances over to see that the ref’s back is still to them and elbows Jeb in the face and then steps to the side while grabbing the back of Jeb’s head and slamming it into the unprotected turnbuckle post violently a few times while cursing Jeb out wildly in spanish. By the time the ref has finally turned around to take in the two legal men in the ring, Jason has already threw Jeb on the mat and stalks him while Jeb refuses to let Jason get any easy shots on him in this condition and scoots back until he’s close enough to tag Cosmo in. By the time Jason has grabbed a hold of Jeb’s leg to pull him back, Jeb’s hand has touched Cosmo’s and Cosmo is quickly entering the ring and putting Jason down with a clothesline just as quick.

After that, the two trade blows since Jason continued to swing at Cosmo and Jason easily finds his stride with a few well placed shots at Cosmo until Cosmo retaliates with open hand chops and then moves swiftly before Jason can even blink for a release suplex. Jair is worried and is ready to step into the ring even though he knows Jason can more than hold his own but he could see in Cosmo’s eyes that he was more than ready to put Jason away. Jair begins to call Jason’s name and although Jason hears him, his stubbornness allows him to keep going at Cosmo and getting his shots in before getting put down again. Jason irish whips Cosmo and while Cosmo is bouncing against the ropes, Jason quickly tags in Jair and decides that he’ll recuperate out on the apron so that he can get his hands back on Jeb again while watching Jair enter the ring. Cosmo and Jair go at it and mix it up with Cosmo going the mma route and easily handling Jair that way while Jair fought back and tried to find a way to avoid those maneuvers.

He knew how Cosmo could get when he got like this and that it could be lights out for him at any moment if he didn’t do well with evading good enough. Jair shuffles around a bit but makes sure that he swings or makes a move forward to try to make a grab for Cosmo to show he was avoiding being taken down and not running from a fight. After the slight cat and mousing, the two collide and Cosmo ends up hemming Jair up and tossing him into the turnbuckle before charging him with a shoulder block and gets a few shoulder thrusts in before laying into him with those stiff forearms. Satisfied with the damage down moments later, Cosmo takes a step back but only to pull Jair with him out of the corner to toss him on the mat. While Cosmo is putting hands back on Jair, Jason and Jeb are locked in a verbal war as they cuss each other out from their side of the ring and talk about how they are going to beat the other’s ass once they get back inside the ring together.

Jair hears this and walks towards Jason which prompts Jeb to go crazy as he slaps his hand on the rope and tells Cosmo to PLEASE let him in the ring so that he can fuck up that slick talking tan faggot. Cosmo had been on a roll with Jair and had been ready to put more hands on him but he understood how badly Jeb wanted his hands on Jason so he tagged Jeb in while Jair acts as if he’s about to tag in Jason but quickly turns around to elbow an advancing Jeb in the face when Jeb believes that Jason is about to get tagged in. Smirking at how well he had tricked Jeb, Jair works on Jeb with delivering fast, hard blows so that Jeb cant get a chance at that moment to attack back but he knew that Jeb would eventually get the drop on him so Jair vowed that he wouldn’t allow that to happen. He laid Jeb out with a quick dropkick then hurriedly jumped on the turnbuckle and backflipped off for OMFG! and after his feet planted into Jeb’s chest, Jair jumps off and falls on Jeb for the pin and gets the three count.

WINNER: Jair Hopkins & Jason Mentez via Pinfall (9:01)

Back at the arena, Kimitsu Zombie is walking to the locker room, looking over her shoulder to avoid being ambushed. As she opens the locker room door, Indica Neveah tackles her to the ground but overshoots, causing Zombie to roll on top of her. Zombie grips Sweetie’s pigtails and begins smashing the back of her head into the concrete floor repeatedly, knocking her unconscious.

JOHNSON: “Mary’s brain’s may be popping out of her skull?”

VASSA: “What in the hell was she thinking… stepping to Kimitsu Zombie like that? Probably thought it would be cool to target someone of a difference race!”

As Kimitsu stands up, she’s blindsided with a cooking sheet by Eric Donovan. As Kimitsu falls to the floor, Donovan drops down on top of her and makes the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON:“Eric Donovan is your XTV Champion once again!”

Eric Donovan climbs to his feet and reaches down gripping the XTV Championship and slinging it across his shoulder as he walks away.

The camera feed transitions backstage where we see Magdalena Lockheart in her ring gear in the “Gorilla” position behind the curtain. She’s stretching and doing final preparations for her match as she waits for her entrance music to play. She is approached by Backstage Reporter Tiphany Banks.

BANKS: ”We’re here live at Ante Up and what a show it’s been thus far! But coming up in just a few short moments is the Ignition Championship match between the champion Finn Whelan and the challenger, this woman, Magdalena Lockheart. Miss Lockheart, if I may have a moment of your time please?”

Magdalena comes out of her stretch and stands upright next to Tiphany and the microphone.

LOCKHEART: ”Sure thing.”

BANKS: ”Now, I know as you had mentioned earlier on 4CW Television that you feel like the odds are stacked against you. The Champion Finn Whelan also had some choice words to say about you, can I get your thoughts on that?”

Magdalena thinks for a moment.

LOCKHEART: ”Regarding Whelan, it’s all good. We’re both athletes and superstars trying to make our names and pave our way in this business, and talking smack is just a part of that. But, as a matter of fact, since my promo aired, a confidant pulled me aside and told me about Finn’s former place of business and some potential reasons why he might have left. What I heard was quite the revelation.”

BANKS: ”Care to elaborate on that?”

LOCKHEART: ”Not really. But I would like to say that my feelings on the matter have changed. I no longer think of Finn Whelan as a guy who can’t handle his responsibilities. On the contrary, I applaud him for making his way here to 4CW, like me. He’s quite brave. I can definitely see why he is highly thought of both as a fighter and as a champion.”

BANKS: ”Will this… revelation… effect how you fight him in your match?”

LOCKHEART: ”No. The strategy remains the same. I don’t know if I have what it takes to defeat Finn Whelan here, tonight… but that was never the plan all along. All I want to do is compete, prove to the world that I belong in the same ring as Finn Whelan. I do that and who knows what the future might bring? Given the circumstances, I think the Ignition Championship division is in good hands moving forward. But all of that starts with the match here tonight. Hopefully, who knows, we start something special here in just a few seconds…”

Magdalena Lockheart’s entrance music plays over the Arena PA speakers and the crowd can be heard cheering from the other side of the curtain.

LOCKHEART: ”Speaking of…”

BANKS: ”Well that’s your music… so we’ll cut back to ringside… thank you!”

UNDERCARD
IGNITION CHAMPIONSHIP
MAGDALENA LOCKHEART VS. FINN WHELAN ©

It was Finn’s first defense scheduled since winning the championship and what better place could this happen than right here at 4CW’s biggest pay-per-view of the year, Ante Up! Same for Magdalena, receiving a championship opportunity early in her 4CW tenure, she gets her chance to challenge under the bright lights of not only Las Vegas, but 4CW as well. Wasting no time at all, both competitors circled the center of the ring with an extra pep in their step. Shooting in towards Magdalena, Finn went for her leg but instead slammed face first into her knee as Magdalena rammed it forward. The knee to the face stunned Finn as he remained down on one knee, leaving his back exposed for Magdalena to fire at will various elbow strikes and punches. Pulling him up to his feet, she lifted him into the air before throwing him down to the mat with a body slam. Hopping over him, she charged towards the ropes and upon her return, she slid feet first to the mat, driving them both into the side of Finn’s head.

Crawling on top of Finn, Magdalena mounted herself into position to rain down onto his head with rapid left and right strikes. Grabbing him by the arm, she stood to her feet while pulling him up from the mat. Whipping him to the ropes, she waited back for just a moment before exploding towards him as he bounced off the ropes. Leaping through the air, she connected with a Yakuza kick that sent him falling backwards to the mat and rolling towards the ropes. Finn quickly punched himself up to one knee but before he could rise to his feet, Magdalena was in his face with a stiff kick to the side of the head. Pulling Finn up from the mat, she held onto his arm before pulling him into a swift kick to the stomach. With Finn’s body buckled over, Magdalena hit the ropes behind him before wrapping an arm around his head and continuing her stride forward while pulling Finn along. Leaping forward, she slammed Finn’s face down into the mat with a running bulldog. Rolling him over to his back, she quickly made the cover with the count not far behind.

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Kicking out just before the two, Finn managed to shove Magdalena off of him. Before he could climb to his feet, she grabbed him by the head before ramming multiple knees into his face. Pulling him up from the mat, she went to whip him to the corner but before she could release, Finn reversed the maneuver and sent her running towards the corner instead. Just as soon as Magdalena hit the corner, Finn was right there to ring her bell with a clothesline! Her arms draped over the ropes at her sides, leaving her body exposed for Finn to fire away with stinging, rapid fire knife-edge chops. Locking onto her arm, Finn took a few steps backwards while pulling her away from the corner and into a short-arm clothesline. Climbing to the top of the corner, Finn wasted no time at all before leaping as high as he could into the air, flipping forward and landing across Magdalena’s body with a senton bomb!

The impact of Finn’s body crashing onto her midsection and rolling off forced her to lean upright to a seated position. Popping back to his feet, Finn raced to the ropes across the ring and upon his return, he slid to the mat, striking Magdalena with a forearm to the face before sliding to the apron fluidly. Rushing over to the other side of the corner, Finn grabbed the top rope before pulling himself up jumping over the top. His body flipped forward through the air before coming down and landing across Magdalena’s body once more. Lifting her up from the mat, he then picked her up into the air upside down before dropping her onto his knee with a brainbuster! Laying over top of her, he hooked a leg as the official slid in with the count.

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She popped her should up before a full two count, which was to be expected. It didn’t slow Finn down one bit though. After firing away with back to back forearms to her face, Finn stood to his feet before walking over to her head. Reaching down and grabbing her by the head, he rolled her over to her stomach before pulling her up from the mat. Swatting Finn’s hands away, Magdalena wrapped both hands around his head before dropping to her knees and slamming his jaw down onto the top of her head with a jawbreaker. Finn stumbled backwards into the ropes before bouncing off and falling into Magdalena’s arms. Lifting him off his feet, she spun his body around before dropping him across her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Finn bounced off her knee and fell face first to the mat. He didn’t remain there long before slowly pushing himself up to all fours. Lifting her foot into the air, she placed it underneath his head, lifting him up with it and offering a bit of assistance. Once Finn stood tall, Magdalena spun around in place, kicking her leg into the air and connecting with her Eclipsis Lunae (spinning back kick). Finn dropped to the mat instantly and shortly after Magdalena was on top of him with the cover.

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Slapping the mat in frustration, Magdalena quickly pushed herself up to her feet before stomping down onto Finn’s legs violently. Backing up to the ropes, she bounced off with a little extra momentum before jumping into the air and coming down onto Finn’s chest with a knee drop. Turning to the corner, Magdalena went over and began climbing to the top. Her foot slipped once, slowing down her progress but not completely stopping her. Once at the top, she turned to face Finn but he wasn’t where she last left him. Leaping forward, Finn threw both arms down onto the top rope, causing Magdalena to lose her balance and drop down onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position. Climbing the corner, Finn made his way to the very top ropes before grabbing her head and holding it in place. Swinging with his other hand, he connected with multiple punches to her head as the crowd counted alone. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and yes, TEN! He connected with ten solid punches in a row before jumping up and wrapping both legs around her head. Flipping backwards, Finn lifted her off the corner and threw her to the center of the ring with a Frankensteiner!

Magdalena was in a daze but not down as she pushed herself to her feet. The only bad thing was Finn was already up to his feet. Sneaking in behind her, he locked in a full nelson before lifting her into the air and slamming her to the mat with a sit-out atomic drop! The entire ring shook as the sound of the impact traveled throughout the arena. Magdalena rolled over to all fours, pushing herself up but it wasn’t long before she was in Finn’s grasp. Setting up a pump-handle from behind, Finn then lifted her into the air before driving her to the mat with his Revelation 6:4 (pump-handle reverse STO)! Hooking a leg and rolling across her body, Finn nodded his head along with the officials count.

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WINNER: Finn Whelan via Pinfall (10:02)

We open low and see two pairs of black boots on the tiled floor backstage at the TMobile Arena and as the camera pulls wider we see the tight, military green pants that are synonymous with Bryan Laughlin. In seconds his entire frame is shown leaning up against a white brick wall with the palms of his hands extended above him. His head hangs as we hear deep audible breaths inhaling through his nose and a long oral exhale. The white jacket with the scorpion on the back that he last wore against Bronx during the first round of the South Beach Brawl Cup covers his upperbody as it moves in rhythm with each breath he takes.

LAUGHLIN: ”All this time I’ve been at 4CW and this is my first main event of a pay per view. It’s not so much the nerves or the pressure that get to me because I find comfort in them. They are the only consistent thing I can count on before thousands of eyes watch me walk the aisle and nearly blind me with the flashes of their cameras. It sounds crazy, but when you walk out into the unknown where anything can happen between those four ropes you try to find the oddest things to comfort you in the moment.”

His feet begin to shuffle back and forth in a means to stretch or get the nerves out, maybe a little of both as his soft tone encourages his heart to stay calm.

LAUGHLIN: ”What else comforts me is knowing that not one person in this arena will be let down. You look down the awards for Match of the Night and you’ll see our four names over and over again. If it wasn’t one of us four it’s because we weren’t on the card.”

Bryan pushes himself off the wall and begins to pace back and forth quickly in a small radius.

LAUGHLIN: ”What kills me is the legendary Chris Madison hasn’t bothered to show his face ONCE during the entire process. The fighting champion who claims to be the difference maker in his return. Oh you’re different alright, you’ve let the strap go to your head. And now? Now you’re getting into the ring with three killers who can’t be bothered with YOU. So I’ll make one guarantee tonight, regardless of who walks out with that title it won’t be you Chris.”

Stopping in the middle of his pacing and finally turning to the camera Bryan grows a bit emotional.

LAUGHLIN: ”This isn’t some record breaking notch in my belt performance for me. This isn’t a match to prove to my best friend and anything he can do I can do better. This means more to me than all of that. This is my home. I’ve had falling outs and I’ve left thinking the grass was greener elsewhere and when I woke up from that delusional daze I looked back at the bridge I nearly burned and went to work rebuilding it. There’s a reason I came back. To birth an era of revitalization. To show the world that 4CW isn’t just two or three names who break bread with Perry Wallace. 4CW is the land of opportunity where you can show the world on any given night you can be forever immortalized….as long as you’re willing to die for it. Great moments are born from great opportunity.”

Bryan points with his index finger down the hallway towards the backstage curtain.

LAUGHLIN: ”…and tonight? These butterflies in my stomach turn to dragons. Tonight I breathe the fire that I was reborn in. I’m not a phoenix… I’m the fucking Monster King.”

With that said Bryan storms off down the hallway holding up his right hand with his middle finger and ring finger out touching his thumb. With it his index finger and pinky fingers up.

UNDERCARD
OCTANE CHAMPIONSHIP
AMERICAN TOMMY VS. KAZ BONHAM ©

And here we are ladies and gentlemen, the rematch we have all been waiting for but this time with the Octane Championship on the line. Things were off to a hot start as both competitors erupted from their corners, colliding in the center of the ring with an exchange of lefts and rights. Tommy went for a quick kick to Kaz’s stomach, only to have his foot caught before the impact. Pulling Tommy in by the leg, Kaz then lifted Tommy off his feet before dropping him to the canvas with a powerslam. Tommy’s voice filled the entire arena screaming as his body crashed against the mat. Kaz was back to her feet in no time and before she knew it, Tommy was grabbing ahold of them. of course he was going for her feet, it’s Tommy after all. Pulling a leg away from Tommy, Kaz lifted her knee upwards, raising her foot above Tommy’s head before kicking straight down and planting her foot into his face. Depending on what angle you saw this happen, you could argue that Tommy planted a kiss to the bottom of her foot but we’ll leave that up for the viewer to decide. No kink shaming here!

Kaz kept Tommy down, not giving him the slightest opportunity to get back to his feet. Stomping down on Tommy, Kaz circled his body, targeting various joints before working herself back to his head. Jumping straight up into the air, she extended her leg before coming down with a leg drop to the back of his head, slamming Tommy’s face down into the mat as her weight dropped completely on it. Now that Tommy was in a daze, Kaz finally allowed him back to his feet, although it was more by force but nonetheless, Tommy was up once again. After connecting with an elbow smash to Tommy’s face, Kaz locked onto his arm and whipped him to the far corner across the ring. Just as Tommy’s back crashed against the corner, Kaz was right there, rushing in and hitting him in the jaw with a European uppercut! Kaz stepped out of the way, opening a path for Tommy to stumble forward. Unaware of his surroundings, Tommy eventually came to a stop near the center of the ring. Running in from behind, Kaz locked an arm around the back of his head before planting him face first into the mat with a running bulldog! Rolling Tommy over to his back, Kaz quickly made the cover as the official wasn’t far behind with the count.

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Popping his shoulder up right before the two, Tommy ended the officials count. Kaz knew it would more than likely take more than that to put Tommy down for good but with the belt on the line, she was taking every chance that presented itself. Kaz then slowly pulled Tommy up to his feet when out of nowhere, Tommy reached up with both hands, throwing them in her face and raking her eyes. Lifting her off her feet, Tommy hit her with an inverted atomic drop before she even knew what hit her! Kaz stumbled backwards before hitting the ropes and falling forward into Tommy’s arms. Lifting her off her feet , he slammed her to the mat with his YoYo Toss Salad (hip toss). There was once a time when Tommy would go for an immediate pin attempt but not tonight. Instead he began messing with her face, pressing it with both hands and molding it to his liking which brought joy to his eyes. Back on his feet, Tommy kicked her a few times while she remained down before pulling her up to her feet.

Turning Kaz around to face the opposite direction, Tommy lifted her into the air before dropping her back down with an atomic drop, this particular version he recently named the Scatman Perry. Naming it that was the least he could do in retaliation for Perry revealing to the world Tommy’s foot fetish and burning passion for a certain woman by the name of Cortez. Now Kaz didn’t soil herself due to the move and with Perry nowhere in sight, there’s no guarantee that he did either so if anyone wants to sue Tommy for false advertising, now is your time and the front office will support you in any way they can. Kaz was stiff following the move, taking baby steps forward as Tommy watched from behind her. Rushing in, he nailed her in the back of the head with a running lariat, sending her crashing forward to the mat. Racing to the nearby corner, Tommy shot straight up to the top where he posed for the entire crowd in attendance and fans watching worldwide. Showing off his acrobatic skills, Tommy then jumped backwards away from the corner, backflipping through the air before landing perfectly on his feet. It was a backflip ladies and gentlemen, nothing more, nothing less. Although he didn’t attack Kaz with it in any fashion, we’re just going to say that she was in tremendous pain following the backflip.

Looking down to Kaz near his feet, Tommy squatted beside her head before reaching down and running his hand back and forth through her hair. Now if Tommy had done this to one of the billion Twitter models in the wrestling world, who don’t wrestle but only post half naked pictures, he would more than likely be eating lefts and rights. This was Kaz though. She was an actual wrestler, not a waste on the timeline or a catfish in the DM’s. Lifting Kaz to her feet, Tommy then pushed her away as hard as he could, sending her stumbling backwards into the corner. As Kaz hit the corner, she dropped down to a seated position with her back resting against it. Backing up to the corner across the ring, Tommy then charged forward at full speed. Leaping through the air, he spread his legs for a Bronco Buster but instead of Kaz’s face getting teabagged, it was the turnbuckle as Kaz rolled out of the way at the last split second. His voice traveled throughout the entire building as he howled in pain before falling backwards and dropping to the mat.

Kaz quickly shot up to her feet and with Tommy’s legs propped up on the ropes, Kaz went to town with multiple stomps down onto his stomach. Tommy yelled at her as loud as he could, screaming various words that his mother would be disappointed in hearing from his mouth. Reaching down, Kaz grabbed Tommy by the ear and dragged him towards the center of the ring as if it were the principles office. Pulling Kaz’s fingers away from his ear, Tommy popped to his feet before confronting Kaz face to face, yelling directly at her. The more he yelled, the louder his voice grew. Not taking a single second to breath during this tantrum, his face was bright red. His argument began to die down and when he finally took a moment to catch his breath, Kaz kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. The kick forced Tommy to buckle over and before you knew it, Kaz locked an arm around his head and planted him head first into the mat with a DDT! Tommy’s head bounced off the mat and his body flipped forward, landing to a seated position. Pushing herself up, Kaz then took off to the ropes ahead of him and upon her return, he jumped forward, leveling Tommy with a leg lariat and slamming his head back down to the mat. Rolling over him, she made the cover as the official dropped in beside them with the count.

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And just before the officials hand slapped the canvas a second time, Tommy kicked out, bringing the count to an abrupt end. Standing tall, Kaz circled Tommy for a moment to catch her breath before reaching down and pulling him up to his feet. Locking onto Tommy’s arm, Kaz then whipped him to the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back on the return, Tommy ran straight into Kaz’s arms. Lifting Tommy off his feet, she spun him in mid air for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker but out of nowhere, Tommy reversed it and turned it into a tilt-a-whirl DDT, spiking Kaz’s head straight down onto the mat. He quickly crawled over her for the cover as the official slid in beside them with the count.

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Kaz shot her arm into the air, breaking up the count which then lead to Tommy whipping his head around and looking the official dead in the eyes. You can easily guess what happened next. In no time Tommy was on his feet and in the officials face, demanding a recount and slapping his hands together as an example of the pace the count should have been, which was too fast of course. Sticking his tongue out at the official, Tommy then held a hand up in the officials face just as he was about to speak. Turning away, Tommy then ran back over to Kaz and went to kick a field goal with her head. He tried at least, but he missed which resulted in his foot going straight up into the air before falling backwards to the mat. Again, his voice traveled throughout the entire building but this time it was full of anger. He pushed himself up, playing it off as if it never even happened, but it did and he’ll be sure to hear about it numerous times. Pulling Kaz up from the mat, Tommy then lifted her up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Holding her in place, he then began to spin slowly in place. After three revolutions, Kaz slipped from his hold and dropped down to her feet. As Tommy turned to face her, Kaz extended a single finger and waved it back and forth in his face for attempting her Fast Times at Bonham High on her.

Grabbing Kaz’s hand with one hand, Tommy grabbed her finger with the other and then bent it back while laughing hysterically in her face. Pulling her in, he locked onto her head before taking her down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Kaz didn’t stay down for long, but she didn’t get to her feet before Tommy did either. Hitting her with back to back forearms to the side of her shoulder, Tommy then locked onto her wrist and whipped her to the ropes across the ring. Upon her return, Tommy ducked down and lifted her off her feet, throwing her up into the air over his head with a back body drop. Kaz slammed against the canvas, rolling back up to her feet fluidly. Tommy charged straight for her and as she turned to face him, he leaped into the air, wrapping both legs around her head before flipping her back down to the mat with a hurricanrana. Kaz rolled across the ring before rising back to her feet in the corner. Running in place, Tommy held both arms out to his side to pump up the crowd before charging forward. Closing in on Kaz in the corner, he extended both arms before swinging them in and crashing into her with his Octane Express (body avalanche).

Tommy then began dancing around the ring, paying no attention to Kaz whatsoever. His dance moves were horrible, just like his photo editing skills whenever he tried to pass off his secret lover onto Perry. Bringing his dancing to an end, Kaz grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around and clocking him with a right to the jaw. Wrapping him up, she then lifted him up and over, slamming him to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex. Instead of bridging the maneuver, Kaz rolled backwards over Tommy and up to her feet. Leaping straight in the air, she came down with a double foot stomp that missed as Tommy rolled out of the way. Before he could get back to his feet, Kaz was on the attack with rapid stomps onto his shoulder. With his other arm, he pulled his hand up to defend himself but Kaz stomped on that as well before pulling him to his feet. She then lifted him up onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry before spinning in place. It was Fast Times at Bonham High for Tommy as Kaz showed him how it was done. After half a dozen revolutions, the two were just a foot in front of the corner. Slipping from Kaz’s hold, Tommy dropped to his feet and fell backwards into the corner. Kaz’s rotation then came to an end but she was dizzy, allowing Tommy just enough time to push himself up the corner and climb to the top. Just when she turned to face him, Tommy leaped from the corner and kicked his leg straight, driving his foot into her face and slamming her head down to the mat as his weight forced her to go down. The Gryffindor Stomp laid Kaz out as her arms were stretched out to her sides and her body was lifeless. Making the cover, Tommy hooked a leg for good measure as the official dropped in with the count.

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WINNER: American Tommy via Pinfall (14:20)

The camera cuts to Anastasia Hayden pacing in the back. The usual calmness of Ana’s isn’t as steady; a sliver of nervousness coursing through her body as she comes to a stop and looks into the camera.

HAYDEN: ”This is it, huh? This is where I either go out there and solidify my name in the upper echelon of 4CW history or I just become another statistic in a long list of those who never made it. Normally, I refuse to let others define my career based off of one match, but tonight? This is a career defining match. There’s no more ‘Whether I win or lose’ tonight…I only have one option. I’m not doing this for anyone other than myself. Ante Up is my night and I’m not letting a single person take that away from me.”

Anastasia talks the confidence back into her system; her eyes narrow and she rolls her shoulders.

HAYDEN: ”Over a year ago, I signed my 4CW contract with a night like this envisioned in my mind. I knew I wasn’t going to sit back and let everyone else walk over me because of seniority or any bullshit like that. I simply knew I was going to be better than everyone else. I was going to put in more work, more dedication, and more passion than anyone else. That’s why I’m main eventing my second pay-per-view. That’s why I’ve got yet another chance at the 4CW Championship.”

A cocky smirk creeps along her face.

HAYDEN: ”And I know those chances aren’t going to keep coming, so tonight, I’m taking what’s mine. I’m taking that 4CW Championship. I don’t care what kind of monster Laughlin thinks he is, I don’t care how badly Bronx wants to be immortal, and I don’t care about Madison period…none of them are making it this sixty minutes. I’ve failed so many times…I’m fucking ready for this. I’m ready for tonight. I’m ready to hear ‘AND NEW’ and I’m ready to see the 4CW Championship tightened around my waist.”

Like many others before her, Anastasia motions for the 4CW Championship around her waist.

HAYDEN: ”I will outlast you and that goes beyond just Ante Up. I will help carry this company into the future. I will lift 4CW out of this rut. I will remind everyone why 4 Corners Wrestling is the best promotion in the entire fucking world. I will be here in 4CW until you’re having to pull those banners down in the arenas. When everyone else goes, I’ll still be standing here. I’ll always be standing here. I’ll be standing when that timer hits zero and I’ll be standing here for the rest of my career.”

Anastasia points down at the ground beneath her to represent her home.

HAYDEN: ”And I will be the 4CW Champion until there’s nothing left for me to give.”

She holds her glare of confidence for a few seconds until walking away as the camera cuts elsewhere in the building.

”We Want Eazy!”

As usual at 4CW’s biggest event of the year the crowd was buzzing loudly in between matches. It was a night packed with massive contests, championship gold on the line and all kinds of glory to be achieved. But the sound of the high pitched voice demanding Eazy draws at least some of the attention of the fans. Soon after the beat picks up and as the camera’s pan around the building more and more groups of people begin to nod their head to the familiar beat of the NWA tune.

”Well clap ya hands then come on

Clap your hands everybody

Clap ya hands, come on, come on

Put ya hands together and clap ‘em

Now can y’all say Eazy

Come on, say it”

As the song continues on and the words implore the fans to clap their hands, even more fans pick up on the beat and began to clap along and nod to the beat. Some of them, probably tired of waiting for the next match, even begin to dance along in their seats. And then, as if on cue, a large portion of the fans does exactly what they’re told.

”EAZ-Y

Everybody come on,

EAZ-Y

SKRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

The sound of a needle being drug across a vinyl record suddenly brings the song to a halt. The fans who, just a moment earlier, had been dancing in their seats, clapping and singing along covered their ears and had looks of annoyance etched into their expressions before the arena went fully dark. A buzz began to echo around the arena, as people whispered back and forth wondering what was going on. It didn’t take long for their questions to be answered as a completely different song suddenly burst forth from the public address system.

”I DON’T DRINK BRASS MONKEY

LIKE THE BEAT FUNKY

NICKNAME EAZY E YO’

EIGHT-BALL JUNKIE”

Shock ripples through the arena as the big screen lights up with highlights of a familiar face. Disbelief, dropped jaws, and hands brought to lips mark the majority of the audience as their eyes suddenly focus on the top of the entrance ramp. Long moments pass as anticipation builds. And then, finally, he steps forth.

VASSA: “HOLY SHIT HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE!”

Indeed, the “he” that was here, was none other than Elijah Carlson. Over a year had passed since the last time he had set foot in a 4CW ring. And though he’s not dressed for competition by any means, he’s armed with a microphone that’s tucked into the pocket of a pair of blue jeans as he strolls down the entrance ramp to a pop that is filled with uncertainty. The fans clearly remember who Eli was, and what his attitude was like before he left. But they can’t help but be excited by the fact that a former 4CW Champion, who had on countless occasions said his career now laid outside of the corners four, was there at Ante Up and with a microphone no less.

JOHNSON: “I wouldn’t get to excited just yet, Vinny.”

As his feet hit the bottom of the entrance ramp he quickly made his way around the ring. Fans reached out, slapping his arms but getting nothing in return. With a smirk on his face Eli sent a wave in Steve Johnson’s direction before rolling himself into the ring. Popping himself up to his feet he waited patiently for the cheers that he was being received with to fade. Once they had done so, Eli plucked the microphone from his pocket and raised it to his lips while the music faded.

CARLSON: “Surprise mother fuckers.”

Laughing to himself as the crowd erupted, Eli held up his hand to quiet the crowd. When they had obliged him, he continued on.

CARLSON: “Somewhere in the back, right this very second, Perry Wallace is pulling his face out from between Doctor Thicc’s cheeks and apologizing to her for busting in his shorts so soon. And you know why? It’s the sound of MY voice ringing in his ears. For weeks upon weeks upon weeks I’ve been bombarded with text messages from him asking me to come back. We need each other, he’d say. Who is Eli without 4CW? What is 4CW without me? Those were the questions he’d ask and each week I’d tell that fat piece of shit to fuck off. I had better things to do.”

Well, the cheers that he had been getting suddenly disappeared. After all fans didn’t really appreciate being told that someone had better things to do than entertain them. Selfish fucks.

CARLSON: “And then a few days ago Genie and I were sitting at home. And you know how that goes. There we were, enjoying each others company if you get my drift. She’s trying to get her hands around as much of Eli as she can. And while she’s doing what she does so well, she made the statement that she missed being in the same company together. So that got me thinking…”

Shaking his head, Eli paused just for a moment and then he kept going.

CARLSON: “And that’s when I decided to take a look at the Ante Up card. It’s the biggest night of the year, right? The night when 4CW shows to the entire country, and everyone watching world wide, that it is the ABSOLUTE PREMIER WRESTLING PROGRAM! We’re talking a night when multiple match of the year candidates happen. All of the titles on the line. And it’s the best of the best squaring off against one another. Surely there’s got to be something special going on, right? RIGHT?”

Trying to hype the fans up, Eli motioned to them to get their answer. And when the majority of them were responding with a resounding RIGHT Eli’s expression suddenly changed and when he spoke once more his words were filled with the familiar vitriol and malice.

CARLSON: “WRONG! Mother. Fucking. Wrong. I mean… the opening match is Kimi facing…”

Derisively laughing, Eli managed to spit the XTV Champions name out of his mouth.

CARLSON: “ERIC FUCKING DONOVAN! Are you goddamn kidding me? THAT’S WHAT WE KICKED THIS NIGHT OFF WITH? You’re telling me the best that the old Octane brand has to offer for its championships are some redneck skunt and FEETS MCGEE! Finn Fucking Whelan and Hipster Cruella Deville?! You’re telling me that this company has fallen to the point that Viduus “Please God give me directions to Bath and Body Works” Morta is the PRIDE Champion? And Andre Holmes is CHALLENGING for it?! A championship that Chris Madison and Bryan Williams have held? AND IT’S BEING TAINTED BY THAT?!”

Shaking his head in disgust Eli finds himself on more familiar ground, absorbing the boo’s of the fans.

CARLSON: “And then the main event. BIG. FUCKING. SHOCKER! Bronx goddamn Valescence is lurking, just waiting to put his stupid shitty ass sunglasses on. Ana Hayden probably praying to every fucking idol and god she can dream up, hoping that she’ll get tangled up in the ropes and strangle be strangled to death. And… And Bryan Laughlin. Holy fucking shit. Aren’t you idiots tired of seeing the same damn shit week in and week out. We know what’s going to happen. If Bronx wins a reign of people choking at the biggest moments will ensue for the next six months because nobody backstage has the stones to shut Bronx up once and for all. Does anyone believe anything else is happening tonight? And even if it does, does anyone believe either of the other two have any chance of sustained success? Of course not. It’s like Groundhog Day and it has been ever since I walked out that door.”

Smirking as the boo’s continued to reign down upon him, Eli just continued on as though everything was perfectly fine and normal.

CARLSON: “But guess what? Bitches I’m back. Daddy’s home. And unlike Jason Cashe, I don’t need to crash a main event to snatch a spotlight. I’ll do what I’ve done every single step throughout the entirety of my career. Take what’s rightfully mine.”

Looking directly into the camera, Eli pointed straight at it, speaking directly to the entirety of the roster backstage.

CARLSON: “Consider this your notice. Your warning shot. It’s the only one any of you are going to get.”

Tossing the microphone over his head, Eli moved toward the ropes and dropped to his back, rolling himself out of the ring as “8-Ball” by NWA blares over the public address system, the scene fading to elsewhere in the arena as the shockwave of Elijah Carlson’s return washes over the fans in attendance and those watching at home.

HEADLINE
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP GAUNTLET
VIDUUS MORTA © VS. ALESSANDRO QUAGLIATERRE
VS. ANDRE HOLMES VS. DAKOTA SMITH

After a bunch of matches that has set the pace of Ante Up, it has come to the headline match. The 4CW Pride Championship is on the line as Viduus Morta will defend it against not one, not two but three top tier competitors in the ring. Dakota Smith, Andre Holmes and Alessandro Quagliatierre are all ready to dethrone the champion and walk out of Ante Up the new 4CW Pride Champion. However, Viduus is not ready to lose the belt so quickly. The cameras transition to Johnson and Vassa sat behind the announce table.

JONSON: ”We are live from the T-Mobile Arena here in Las Vegas, Nevada and we’ve reached our headline match of the evening. The 4CW Pride Championship will be contested in a gauntlet match where Viduus will defend against Andre Holmes, Dakota Smith and Alessandro Quagliatierre. That alone sounds like the odds are entirely against him; Can you believe this Vassa?”

VASSA: ”Sorry, this is me not giving a fuck about Viduus or the rest of assholes in this match. I’m over here tryna’ score some showgirls in my hotel room later!”

JOHNSON: ”Vassa! The 4CW Pride Championship is on the line right now and all you can think of is showgirls?!”

VASSA ”We in Las Vegas BAY-BAY! If I had to give my honest opinion, Viduus is one hundred percent fucked in the ass, Alessandro has the right to win, Holmes is just meh and Dakota has an STD from fucking so many dead people. This entire match is basically a cesspool of ultimate fuckery but I think Alessandro is the rightful Pride Champion!”

JOHNSON: ”Okay…fair enough. In the mean time, let’s cut it over to Powers for the official match introductions!”

The camera transitions to Powers standing in the center of the ring having a microphone tucked under his chin. He raises it up to his lips getting the cue from production to begin.

DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen! This is a gauntlet match where the last one standing in the ring after eliminating his opponents through pin-fall or submission will be the 4CW Pride Champion!”

“Cry Little Sister begins to play as the lights drop in the arena. Smoke and fog billows from below the stage rising higher and higher as the stage and ramp begin to light up in fire in a falling dominoes pattern. The faint shadow of Viduus Morta can be seen through the smoke.

“Last Fire Will Rise

Behind those Eyes

Black House will Rock

Blind Boys dont Lie”

The Smoke disappears to reveal Viduus entirely, the 4CW Pride Championship draped over his shoulder as he looks left and right scanning the crowd. As the music begins to pick up pace, Viduus starts to float his way to the ring.

POWERS: ”Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Parts Unknown! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds. He is the 4CW Pride Champion, VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

“Cry Little Sister

thou shall not fall

Come Come to your brother

thou shall not feel”

Viduus slithers under the bottom rope and licks his championship as he crawls to the middle of the ring. Viduus rises, licking the title once more before holding high for all to see.

JOHNSON: ”This is Viduus Morta’s first defense of the championship belt and it’s probably the biggest match in his career. Defending the 4CW Pride Championship at 4CW’s biggest event, Ante Up, means the entire world to him. Can he really surpass three other men and walk out still the champ?”

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

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

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

“Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum

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

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

Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum”

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

“No more gas in the red

Can’t even get it started

Nothing heard, nothing said

Can’t even speak about it

All my life on my head

Don’t want to think about it

Feels like I’m going insane

Yeah”

“It’s a thief in the night

To come and grab you

It can creep up inside you

And consume you

A disease of the mind

It can control you

It’s too close for comfort”

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 his opponent! Hailing from Alpine, New Jersey! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds. He is 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.

VASSA: ”Yes! Yes! Yes! This is what I mean; This is the motherfucker who deserves the run off the 4CW Pride Championship! Alessandro, my man! He’s the best in the world and is the future of this company! Get it boi, get it!”

DING!!! DING!!!

Viduus and Alessandro circled the ring with enough distance. The stakes are extremely high in this match thus everything has to be perfect. The two immediately lock up and Alessandro has the waist from behind trying his best to lift the champion off the mat but Viduus keeps his weight down. He transitions from the waist lock into the Hammerlock torquing upwards on the arm; Viduus groans in agony until a Back Elbow Shot blow Alessandro a few steps back from the hold. He charges straight into him and Viduus snaps back delivering a powerful Lariat knocking Quagliatierre down to the canvas.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

JOHNSON: ”Viduus Morta taking him down from a Lariat! Alessandro didn’t even expect it coming but man! The ‘thud’ sound of it was so loud, I couldn’t even believe it.”

Viduus marches over to Alessandro and helps him back up to his feet. Having the right arm in his grasp, he launches him into the nearest unoccupied corner having Alessandro’s back slammed into the turnbuckles. The champion bursts into a sprint and a Leaping Forearm Blow nearly takes off the challenger’s head before pulling him into the chest for Viduus to commit to the Exploder Suplex! Alessandro gets thrown into the center of the ring before rolling over onto his back for Viduus to get the pin attempt!

VASSA: ”Shit! Leaping Forearm Shot followed by the Exploder Suplex! The champion must have trained on some new shit but Alessandro ain’t going down without a fight! Kick out Alessandro!”

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He does kick out and Viduus helps him up again. He tries to go for a Suplex but Alessandro spins out of it before lifting him up for the Back Suplex! Viduus rolls backwards onto his knees after nearly landing on the back of his head which is enough time for Alessandro to grab him and yank him back up to his feet. A Spinning Back Fist nearly blows his head off turning him around before lifting him up in an Argentine Carry before then transitions into the Torture Rack. Viduus is stretched out across his shoulders and the referee leans in closer for the submission detail.

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

VASSA: ”Fuck this fucking crowd! Alessandro is going to win the championship, he deserves better respect from these motherfuckers!”

At the last second, Viduus slides down behind before grappling him around the waist. A Snap German Suplex plants Alessandro down the back of his head until rolling backwards onto his feet. Viduus gets up and turns around unfortunately into Quagliatierre charging to deliver that stinging Headbutt that claps around the interior of the T-Mobile Arena! The Pride Champion himself collapses down on his back and Alessandro leaps onto his chest hooking the leg up for the pin attempt!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”ZIDANE HEADBUTT! THE ZIDANE HEADBUTT OUT OF NOWHERE! VIDUUS MORTA MAY BE OUTCOLD AND HE MIGHT BE ELIMINATED! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!”

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TWO

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THR–

No! Morta kicks out before the referee can call it. Alessandro stands up with both his hands behind his head completely shocked Viduus survived that. He slowly gets up having a handful of his dreadlocks which he yanks to get him back up. Having enough, Quagliatierre drags Viduus across his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and stands facing the fans at ringside with a smirk. The Pride Champion reacts quickly being behind his opponent having him in the Reverse DDT position. He lifts him off the mat then drops down completing the Reverse Bloody Sunday!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”AWAKENING! THE FINISHING REVERSE BLOODY SUNDAY! VIDUUS MORTA REFUSES TO GO DOWN AND HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!”

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

VASSA: ”WHAT?! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!”

The audience can’t believe it and neither can Alessandro sluggishly rolling out of the ring. Viduus stands up in the center having his arm raised by the referee then taking a breather for the next opponent.

POWERS: ”Alessandro Quagliatierre has been eliminated!”

“Relentless” by New Years Day implodes the silent interior of the T-Mobile Arena but the cheerful and joyous reaction of Las Vegas overshadows the entrance music. Bursting through the screen shielding line of smoke rising from the stage is Andre Holmes standing center stage. He removes the leather hoodie from over his head then tosses it to the side. His hazel eyes doesn’t leave the ring and Viduus waves him off which pisses his opponent forcing Holmes to sprint all the way down to the ring.

POWERS: ”Introducing the next participant, he is ‘Relentless’ ANDRE HHOOLLMMEESS!!!”

VASSA: ”You gotta be kidding me!”

Sliding into the ring, he gets up and ducks under a thrown right arm from Viduus. After rebounding from the ropes, he returns right back to Viduus taking him down with a Hurricanrana that rolls him down onto the mat. The champion sits up and sees Holmes once again rebounding from the ropes to deliver that Basement Dropkick straight into his chest. Put down on his back twice in a minute, Holmes ends the sequence with a Standing Moonsault sparing no expense as he lands across his opponent’s chest and hooks the leg up for the pin attempt!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JOHNSON: ”Andre Holmes is delivering a fast-paced but hard-hitting onslaught catching Viduus Morta off guard. The quickness, agility and technical striking of Holmes is just an amazing combination that might have thrown Viduus off of his own game! Here is the pin attempt!”

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Viduus barely manages to kick out and the moment his right arm is loose, Andre takes it in between his legs and applies the traditional Armbar. He torques down on the wrist and twists on the arm trying his best to force Viduus to submit but all he does is use his own weight to stack Holmes up on his shoulders. Being in this position, the challenger senses a potential reversal so he transitions the legs around the head switching from the Armbar into the Triangle Choke. Viduus, in a worse position, doesn’t waste time dead-lifting his opponent from off his shoulders onto his shoulders for the lethal Powerbomb breaking the submission completely!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: ”That’s what I’m fucking talking about! Viduus Morta putting an end to this little shit Andre Holmes! This vanilla midget is out of his fucking league here in 4CW! Here is the pin attempt!”

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The relentless athlete’s entire body shoots out of the submission but Viduus drags him back up to his feet. He holds onto the right arm of Andre then launches him into the corner before Holmes back becomes glued to the turnbuckles. Viduus charges across the ring and digs his shoulder into Holmes’ ribs with a Spear then drags him right into the center of the ring for the Vertical Suplex. He slowly stands back up on his feet before crossing his throat with his right thumb which pisses off the Las Vegas audience.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

VASSA: ”Boom! Boom! Boom! The end of Holmes and he can’t do anything about it! Ha ha ha ha! Bye fucker!”

Viduus slowly drags Holmes up to his feet then whips him into the ropes ahead of him. Upon the rebound, Morta also makes another jump coming into Holmes sideways who clocks the Pride Champion with a Bicycle Knee Strike into his chin. Viduus collapses down onto his hands and knees before standing up on his knees; Back to back Roundhouse Kicks are striking him down completely before he takes a step back from the final one. A Tornado Kick is thrown but ducked under which catches Andre in a German Suplex position; He gets lifted up but Andre back flips onto his feet then the Tornado Kick claps him in the back of Viduus’ head!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JOHNSON: ”Tornado Kick to the back of Viduus’ head! Morta can’t survive this if he wants to make it to the end and I don’t think he has a choice!”

Viduus uses the top rope in the corner to barely hoist himself up on his feet. He leans back against the turnbuckle then watches Holmes charging in with a Yakuza Kick clapping Viduus in the jaw! Morta falls down onto his back then the interior of the T-Mobile Arena gets off their feet then witnesses Holmes climbing onto the top rope. With one great leap backwards, he corkscrews into a back flip thus producing the Phoenix Splash as he crashes his body across the champion’s ribs before hooking the leg up!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES!”

VASSA: ”Fuck! The fucking signature Deadline Trap combo! Oh my fucking god! He may eliminate Viduus Morta and we’re guaranteed a new 4CW Pride Champion! Here is the pin attempt!”

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TWO

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THR–

Viduus shoots his entire body out in the last important moments or else he would be out. Holmes sits up before going on a tyrant being upset that Viduus is still in this. He rolls over to the corner and stands up before slapping his hands on the canvas then emitting that primal scream. He sidesteps across the ring to Viduus on his knees who ducks under the finishing Thrust Kick! Hopping up right behind Holmes, Viduus takes his head back in the Reverse DDT before lifting him vertically upside down in the air for the high-impact Reverse Bloody Sunday!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”AWAKENING! THE AWAKENING! HE’S DONE IT AGAIN AND VIDUUS MORTA IS PINNING ANDRE HOLMES!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Viduus just log rolls off Andre who gets escorted out of the ring by the referee. Morta crawls over to the ropes and holds onto each one which he uses to help himself off. He already seems exhausted and tired after surviving two elite warriors and doesn’t pay the fans at ringside any attention.

POWERS: ”Andre Holmes has been eliminated!”

“Welcome to Hell” by Genosuit is the final entrance music to play around the interior of the T-Mobile Arena and Viduus’ head slowly turns towards the stage. Dakota doesn’t waste time marching down to the ring cracking his knuckles and goes straight to the apron. He grabs Viduus by the ankles, trips him down on his back then drags him out of the ring. The referee demands them both in the ring but Smith gets on top of him and starts raining down blows into his head. The vicious ground and pound into Morta was unbearable to watch.

POWERS: ”Introducing the final participant of the match, he is DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Dakota Smith has dragged Viduus Morta out of the ring and is completely beating the crap out of him like a savage!”

Dakota slowly drags him back up to his feet then throws his body spine first against the steel steps. Morta’s body collapses again and is finally dragged back into the ring by his challenger who doesn’t hesitate to get the belt. Bringing the champion in his grasp, he manages to lift him off the canvas onto his shoulders for the Snap Powerbomb onto the back of his head. Viduus rolls over onto his knees trying to get up fighting against the fatigue before a running Yakuza Kick blows him down on the mat again for the pin attempt!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: ”Jesus Christ! Dakota Smith is the most disgusting asshole and he’s almost on the verge of becoming the next 4CW Pride Champion! All he needs to do is put Viduus away but I doubt it, fuck him!”

ONE

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TWO

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TW–

No! The champion kicks out and is trying his best to crawl into the nearest corner. He uses the turnbuckles to stand up then eats a Running European Uppercut blowing his head back then rebounds off the hit, comes back again and a stiff Corner Lariat digs deep into his lungs. Viduus gets dragged back out then thrown over into the center of the ring for the Snap Belly-to-Belly Suplex! He ragdolls across the middle of the ring before lifting himself onto his hands and knees. The T-Mobile interior all groans in awe as they hear the clap of mimicked lightning when Dakota charges across the ring for the signature Knee Strike into Viduus’ temple!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”THE SPECTRUM! THE SIGNATURE KNEE STRIKE INTO THE HEAD! THE SPECTRUM HAS DONE IT AND DAKOTA IS PINNING HIM! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW 4CW PRIDE CHAMPION!”

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TWO

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THR–

Noooo! Viduus shoots his entire right shoulder off the canvas and Dakota just gets up with him again. He drags him back up to his feet again then starts blowing into his ribs with a barrage of Muay Thai Knee Strikes into the exposed midsection. Viduus can’t function properly and Dakota runs to the ropes behind him then rebounds only to be turned inside out from the Pride Champion from a sudden Lariat digging into The Butcher’s chest! Morta collapses into the ropes holding onto them for dear life as the fans at ringside are astonished to believe he can still fight.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: ”HOW IS VIDUUS STILL FUCKING ALIVE?! THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY!”

Viduus Morta limps over to Dakota and slowly helps him back up again. A barrage of Forearm Blows into his temple leave them all crazy in the audience to marvel out. He latches his right arm over his chest then lifts Smith off the mat for the Uranage Backbreaker but doesn’t let him fall off his own knee. He slowly drags him up off his feet into the Vertical Suplex position before spiking him down on his head in the center of the ring! The Brainbuster is met giving Viduus enough time to recover as he crawls along the canvas.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

VASSA: ”BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He doesn’t go for the pin attempt but instead drags up Dakota in the Reverse DDT position. He lifts him up but Dakota smiths over his shoulder to behind him in the Full Nelson. He transitions to the Half Nelson Suplex spiking him on the back of his head forcing Viduus to stand on his feet; Quickly dragging him across his shoulders in the Fireman’s Carry, the signature Twisting Samoan Drop in the center of the ring is made and Dakota pulls back with the leg for the pin attempt!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

JOHNSON: ”OH MY LORD! DOVAH DEATH DROP! THAT’S IT! HE’S DONE, WE HAVE A NEW 4CW PRIDE CHAMPION FOR SURE!”

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

No! Someway, somehow, Viduus Morta has refused to give up the 4CW Pride Championship. Dakota sits up and strokes his beard before cackling under his breath. Looking at the broken Viduus over his right shoulder is quite funny to him but then he looks up to the top turnbuckle getting an idea. He slowly gets back up on his feet then walks over to the corner before making his way up the top rope; The audience gets off their feet again and are closely watching this happen before them.

“THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

JOHNSON: ”Viduus Morta is fighting with everything he has to retain his championship on the biggest stage of them all. Dakota Smith’s enjoying his pain and suffering so why not amplify the pain if that’s what it takes to become Pride Champion?”

The moment he decides to leap for the Moonsault, Morta springs off his feet and runs over to Dakota pushing his legs thus crotching him on the top rope. Viduus climbs onto the middle turnbuckle before taking Dakota back with the Reverse DDT. Las Vegas slows down in time the moment he leaps backwards lifting Dakota off the top rope then snapping back with the Avalance finishing Reverse Bloody Sunday! Dakota rolls backwards into the center of the ring and Viduus lays an arm across his chest for the pin attempt!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

JOHNSON: ”AVALANCHE AWAKENING!!! AVALANCHE AWAKENING!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS AND VIDUUS MORTA IS GOING FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT!”

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Cry Little Sister” by G Tom Mac replays around the arena again and the audience are showing their respect for Viduus for making this amazing breakthrough. He lies down on the canvas before slowly sitting up and receiving his 4CW Pride Championship. Dakota stays on the canvas receiving attention from the referee but Viduus leans against the ropes on his feet holding the championship belt high in the air with pride.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and STILL the 4CW Pride Champion, VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Viduus Morta has done the impossible. People thought this was the day he lost the 4CW Pride Championship but he proved them all wrong! He has gone through Alessandro Quagliatierre, Andre Holmes and Dakota Smith! Congratulations to Viduus on the successful title defense at ANTE UP!”

SMAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!

Backstage, Eric Donovan’s head has just went through a car windshield. As his body goes limp and blood leaks from his head, he falls onto the concrete floor of the parking garage with Cyrus Riddle standing over him. Riddle drops down onto both knees and makes the pin.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “Holy shit, Riddle!”

JOHNSON: “That’s a violent man right there, folks!”

Riddle starts to stand with a smirk on his face only to get attacked from behind by Kimitsu Zombie with a kendo stick. Zombie cracks Riddle across the back repeatedly as he stumbles around doing his best to endure the pain before he falls to one knee. Zombie then lays one shot across the top of Riddle’s head, causing him to fall on his back. She drops down and hooks the leg for a pin as the official makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Riddle manages to kick out at the last second, causing Kimitsu to grow frustrated. She reaches down and pulls Riddle to his feet. As Riddle struggles to stay on his feet, Zombie is cut off by Neveah who hits her with the softest baseball bat shot possible in the back. Kimitsu turns around and takes Neveah down with a double leg takedown. Zombie begins smashing the back of Neveah’s head upon the concrete again, while Evil rushes into the picture cracking Cyrus Riddle in his back with a flaming 2 x 4. As the 2 x 4 breaks upon impact. Riddle falls and Johnny Evil begins to stomp on him while he’s down until Kimitsu Zombie charges forward and catches him with a forearm to the face, sending him stumbling back and tripping over Eric Donovan.

VASSA: ”We’ve got Cyrus Riddle, we’ve got Kimitsu Zombie and Johnny Evil waging war in this parking lot in the closing minutes of this years Extreme Roulette!”

JOHNSON: ”The final stretch is upon us!”

Kimitsu reaches down and grabs the kendo stick again. She begins striking Evil in the stomach with it until he’s slumped against the hood of the car. Kimitsu goes to fire one final blow with the kendo stick, but it’s grabbed from behind by Cyrus Riddle who aggressively tosses her to the side. With Riddle now gripping the kendo stick in his hands he raises it above his head and cracks it against the top of Evil’s skull before dropping it and rolling him onto the hood of the car. Cyrus climbs up onto the car with a groggy Johnny Evil and places Evil’s head between his legs, lifting Evil up and spiking his cranium onto the hood of the car with a piledriver.

JOHNSON: ”Cyrus Riddle with the piledriver on the hood of the car!”

VASSA: ”MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN!!!”

Cyrus hops off the car talking shit to Evil, but gets blindsided in the back of the head with a tire iron from Zombie. As Riddle falls to the floor, Zombie rolls him over and drops on top of him for the pin.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “She’s done it, Kimitsu Zombie prevails!”

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

As the bell sounds the main event and Extreme Roulette is finally over, a worn down and beaten up Kimitsu Zombie gives a sigh of relief as she looks to the side of her, seeing the XTV Championship laying on the floor. Powers’ voice then fills the arena as he makes the final announcement.

POWERS: ”Here is the winner of this years Extreme Roulette… KIMITSU ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!”

MAIN EVENT
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
FATAL FOURWAY SIXTY MINUTE IRON MAN

BRYAN LAUGHLIN VS. BRONX VALESCENCE
VS. ANASTASIA HAYDEN VS. CHRIS MADISON ©

JOHNSON: ”Welcome back folks! Up next we have our main event, THE main event of all main events for the 4CW Championship!”

VASSA: ”Damn right we do! It’s the Fatal Four Way Sixty Minute Iron Man match for the championship everyone in this business wishes they could hold, but only a few actually have.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a stacked main event featuring Chris Madison defending the championship again Bryan Laughlin, Anastasia Hayden, and former two time 4CW Champion, Bronx Valescence.”

VASSA: ”We’ve seen this match a few times over the years but this one in particular could very well be the toughest one to date.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s debatable. We’ve seen some great ones over the years.”

VASSA: ”If you don’t count the one with Jett and CJ maybe!”

JOHNSON: ”Believe it or not, I think I may just have to agree with you there.”

VASSA: ”It doesn’t happen very often but when it does, I’m just as shocked as the first!”

JOHNSON: ”Madison defeated both Ana and Bronx in the South Beach Brawl Cup to win the 4CW Championship. Now he has to deal with them both in the same match, with Laughlin in the mix to top things off.”

VASSA: ”It’s not going to be an easy one for either of the four. Add sixty minutes to the mix and this is one is going to be absolute hell!”

JOHNSON: ”All four worked hard to get here. Madison went through round after round in the South Beach Brawl Cup to win it all. The other three had their qualifying matches featuring multiple people in those as well. This match truly is the best of the best right now.”

VASSA: ”And it could only happen right here in 4CW!”

The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for has finally arrived! Up next we have THE match of all matches, the Fatal Fourway Sixty Minute Iron Man match for the 4CW Championship!”

Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly and stopping in the middle of the stage he tightens his leather gloves on his hands allowing the strobe lights that are methodically flashing to the bass thump in the music drown him in mystery.

“Judge me for what I am

The passage of death

You don’t play, you don’t win

You change nothing

You gain nothing

Everybody’s out from here on in”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He nearly killed his own wife to become a champion once so who knows what he’s willing to do here tonight… This IS, BRYAN LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”

As he reaches the apron of the ring he turns to put his back on the apron and stare back at the entrance ramp that he had just walked down. Throwing his hands up in the air as the chorus hits and the lights simultaneously travel to him in a spot light that he basks in with his eyes closed he then smiles before sliding into the ring on his stomach and makes eye contact with the nearest camera for a bit longer than most would before hopping to his feet and duplicating what he did outside on the apron by leaning against the ropes.

POWERS: ”Introducing next!”

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 continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds! He is son of the man who signs the checks and more than likely made you mad online, IT HIM… BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

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

POWERS: ”And our next contestant!”

“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’ and self proclaimed father of Perry Wallace… 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.

POWERS: ”And last but surely not least!”

The arena’s lights dim to black as the opening guitar riffs to “War Machine” by KISS begin to screech over the P.A. system. The video screen lights up with visual static noise. Suddenly in the center of the screen a black handprint begins pulsating to the beat of the drum that has began to play. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and we see Chris Madison standing with his head bowed under a black towel, wearing an official licensed t-shirt that says, “Always Ready For War,” across the chest, with the 4CW Championship secured around his waist. He nods his head to the music and as the chorus breaks he rips the towel from his head and tosses it into the live audience, starting his way down the ramp toward, the ring.

“Better watch out ’cause I’m a war machine

Better watch out ’cause I’m a war machine”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall… He is the reigning 4CW Champion with the wrestling skills of GOD HIMSELF… He is ‘Mayhem’ CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

Madison makes it to the base of the steps and places one foot down before scoping out the fans directly behind him by peering over his shoulder. He smirks as the live audience sings along to the entrance music and then marches up the steps and climbs through the ropes. He immediately leaps up onto the middle rope and faces out towards the crowd. He brings his fists up to his face and punches his jaw with each hand before shooting his arms out horizontally with his hands wide open, welcoming whatever challenge is coming his way. Madison hops backwards while unfastening the 4CW Championship, bouncing off of his feet and turns towards the center of the ring, raising his prized possession proudly over his head!

JOHNSON: ”All of the players are now at the table and it’s winner take all.”

VASSA: ”The stakes are high for this match, with the most valuable prize on the line here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”This is the match that everyone in this business dreams of being a part of but only a select few have.”

VASSA: ”THIS IS THE GAME TO BE IN WITH ALL OF THE BADDEST PEOPLE TOGETHER IN THE SAME RING!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Must you yell, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”Damn right I will! I’m excited! This match only comes around once a year as it is truly the determining factor of who the best of the best is in this sport. I can’t be cool and calm like those in the ring with their poker faces on. I’m sitting here at ringside like creaming myself as if I was a chick and BTS was on the stage right now. BOY THEY SO WILD!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Who?”

VASSA: ”THEY WILDING OUT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Who, Vinny?!”

VASSA: ”Nobody, Steve! I was just referring to some things that Jett has said about this particular subject.”

JOHNSON: ”Well have fun with that. I’ll be right here calling this match we’re just moments away from witnessing.”

VASSA: ”I was joking, calm down! Let’s get on with the match!”

The official holds the 4CW Championship in the center of the ring. Holding it high above his head, he turns to each side of the ring, presenting it to the thousands in attendance and the millions watching from around the world. After handing it to a member of the ringside crew, the official then checks in with each corner. Once he receives the okay from all four, the official looks to the clock placed above the entrance stage, making sure the time is accurate. Pleased with it, he then throws his hand into the air and calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

60:00

Looking to one another, Bronx and Ana share a nod before turning their attention across from them where Madison and Laughlin stand. The four approach each other towards the center of the ring, Bronx heading for Madison and Laughlin heading for Ana. They don’t jump right into things once within range of each other, instead they all shift their eyes from left to right, keeping an eye on everyone in the match. Bronx then makes the first move, throwing a right hand at Madison which is quickly blocked and returned with a right from Madison. Bronx stumbles a few steps backwards as Madison goes straight for him. Ana and Laughlin lock up and it wasn’t long before Laughlin overpowered Ana, driving her backwards across the ring and slamming her into the corner.

Ana had nowhere to go as Laughlin blocked her path. Keeping her back against the corner, he pounded away at her midsection with rapid knee strikes. Delivering one final knee to Ana’s stomach, Laughlin then struck her with back to back forearms to the face before ripping her away from the corner and lifting her up into the air. Turning his back to the corner, he slammed her down to the canvas before kneeling down by her head and firing at will with rapid right hands. Laughlin was on a mission to destroy anything in front of him tonight no matter the cost and it just so happened to be Ana at this exact moment. Punch after punch after punch and so on, Laughlin connects with right hands hitting harder and harder as things progressed.

Across from them, Madison had Bronx’s back against the ropes, kicking him in the knee over and over. After four solid kicks to Bronx’s previously injured knee, Madison then leaps forward, lifting his knee as high as he could and aiming straight for Bronx’s head. Throwing his arms up, Bronx caught Madison before his knee made contact, turning his body and throwing Madison over the top rope and down to the apron. Madison quickly began pulling himself up using the ropes, leaving his back exposed as Bronx swung down onto it, connecting with lefts and rights while leaning over the top rope. Grabbing Madison with one hand, Bronx drew back with his right as far as he could before swinging and driving his fist into the side of Madison’s head. Madison’s body spun around to face the crowd and lucky for him Bronx had a hand on him or else he would have more than likely fell down to the outside floor. Stepping up onto the middle rope with both feet, Bronx wrapped both arms around Madison’s waist, locking his hands together before powering down and lifting Madison into the air. He pulled Madison up and over the top rope before falling backwards and slamming him to the mat with a German suplex!

JOHNSON: ”TWEET DELETE!!!”

VASSA: ”You don’t even know what a tweet is!”

JOHNSON: ”I do! It’s that move right there!”

VASSA: ”But the reference, you don’t get the reference.”

JOHNSON: ”Yes I do. German suplex from inside of the ring with an opponent on the apron. Tweet Delete.”

VASSA: ”Jesus fucking Christ, Steve…”

Bronx knew the game very well having won this exact match just a year ago. Most pinfalls in sixty minutes wins and with that said, he immediately made the cover.

ONE

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As the officials hand came within inches of slapping the mat a second time, Bronx’s body slid off of Madison instantly. Laughlin had him by the leg and with Ana still down, there was no one to stop him. Bronx rolled over to his back, pulling the knee of his free leg to his chest before kicking his leg straight and ramming his foot directly into Laughlin’s face. The kick wasn’t enough to knock Laughlin away, it only made him angry. Slamming Bronx’s leg down to the mat, Laughlin then leaped into the air and came down on Bronx’s chest with a double foot stomp.

50:28

As Laughlin stepped off of Bronx’s chest, Ana came rushing in out of nowhere, connecting with a spinning wheel kick that sent Laughlin down to the mat and rolling towards the ropes. Ana briefly looked down to Bronx, making eye contact, before turning her attention across the ring and locking her sights on Laughlin. Racing over as he slowly pushed himself up, Ana kept him down to one knee as she kicked him from all angles with left and right kicks to his shoulders. Swinging her entire body around, she kicked him across the side of the face, knocking him completely down to the mat.

Looking over her shoulder, she spotted Madison climbing to his feet as well. Rushing over to him, she was seconds late as Madison has stood tall. Swinging at his jaw with a running uppercut, she missed as he side stepped her. With her arm elevated, he quickly hooked one arm around it and locked in a half nelson. Lifting her off her feet, Madison slammed Ana down to the mat with a half nelson suplex! To his right, Laughlin had just pushed himself up. Spinning through the air, Madison connects with a tornado bicycle kick that immediately dropped Laughlin back to the mat. Ana was back to one knee by now, pushing herself up as Madison caught a glimpse in the corner of his eye. Charging towards her, he drew his hand back for a running punch but as he swung, Bronx caught his arm in mid air.

Bronx pulled Madison’s arm to turn his body before ducking down and going to wrap him up. Before Bronx could lock his hands, Madison locked onto his head, holding it down as he drove Bronx backwards across the ring and to the ropes. With Bronx’s against the ropes, Madison held his head in place as he began ramming knees upward into Bronx’s midsection and face. Pulling Bronx’s head up and standing him straight, Madison then wrapped both arms around him before lifting him off his feet and throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex!

JOHNSON: ”We’re still in the early stages of this match and it’s complete chaos inside of the ring.”

VASSA: ”No one can focus on one sole person without having to keep looking over each shoulder.”

JOHNSON: ”Sixty minutes with just one opponent is a lot. With three opponents, I can’t even imagine.”

VASSA: ”One single pinfall isn’t going to win the match. They have to pace themselves and make sure they have enough gas in the tank to make it to the finish line.”

43:55

Madison climbed to his feet for only a second before being put back down as Ana leveled him with a high angle dropkick. Madison wasn’t staying down for long, at least he wasn’t planning to. As he raised up to a seated position, a loud thud echoed throughout the building as Ana kicked him in the back as hard as she could. Over and over, she kicked him in his back as he remained in a seated position. Running to the ropes in front of Madison, she came back even faster before jumping feet first through the air and planting them both in Madison’s chest. The drop kick sent his upper body crashing backwards against the mat and his head smacking the canvas with a thud. She kept her focus entirely on Madison, keeping him grounded as she struck him with various elbows and knees.

Across the ring, Bronx and Laughlin circled one another. It’s been months since we last saw these two tie up in a 4CW ring, the first round of the South Beach Brawl Cup in fact. Bronx shot in for Laughlin’s leg only to eat a knee to the face. Bronx quickly stood back to both feet but before he could make his next move, Laughlin shot in and wrapped both arms around a single leg. Lifting Bronx as high as he could into the air, Laughlin then slammed him down with all of his strength. BANG! The impact of Bronx’s body slamming onto the mat was similar to that of a car wreck and judging by the force Laughlin slammed him with, it probably felt like one too. Climbing on top of Bronx, Laughlin mounted himself in position and began firing at will. Swinging with alternating lefts and rights, Laughlin knocked Bronx’s head from side to side back and forth as each punch connected. Drawing back for the kill shot, he didn’t even have a chance to swing before Ana swept in and connected with a superkick to the back of his head, knocking him completely off of Bronx.

The kick to the head was just enough to knock him off of Bronx. In no time Laughlin was up to his feet and staring straight at Ana standing over Bronx. He lunged towards her, reaching for his with both arms only to end up empty handed as she side stepped him and took him down to the mat face first with a drop-toe hold. Before he could push himself up, Ana began kicking him rapidly in the ribs until eventually knocking him over to his back. Jumping into the air, Ana came down with a high knee drop to Laughlin’s chest, rolling forward and up to her feet fluidly. Just as she stood tall, Madison wiped her out with a clothesline out of nowhere! Ana was quick to get back up but not quick enough to dodge the incoming combination of kicks and punches from Madison. He backed her across the ring away from the fallen bodies on the mat. Connecting with a massive right to the side of her head, the impact spun her body around to face the opposite direction. Lifting her up with a pump-handle to his shoulder, before he could slam her to the mat Ana slipped from his hold and dropped down behind him. Hooking both of his arms underneath from behind, Ana then lifts Madison off his feet before slamming him to the mat with a dragon suplex. She bridged it for the pin as the official dropped in beside them.

ONE

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TWO

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Leaping across the ring, Laughlin landed on top of the two, breaking the count before Ana could score the first pinfall for the night. Pushing Madison’s body aside, Laughlin grabbed ahold of Ana before she could get back up. Cradling her body, he began ramming multiple knee shots into her ribs. The crowd began to stir as the camera looked across the ring at Bronx racing over as quickly as he could. Leaping into the air, Bronx stomped down onto Laughlin’s back, forcing him to release Ana. Rolling him over to his back, Bronx placed a foot on each side of Laughlin’s body before squatting down and placing a hand underneath his head. Lifting it up and holding it in place, Bronx swung down wildly at Laughlin’s face, connecting with punch after punch. One, two, three, four, twelve, Bronx wasn’t easing up a bit. Finally it took Ana pulling him away from Laughlin for the attack to come to an end. The two shared… a moment, if you want to call it that, but it was enough to calm him down, at least for the time being.

As the two remained focused on each other, Laughlin erupted from the mat and lunged forward, extending both arms and putting them both on their backs with a double clothesline. Laughlin turned all of his attention to Bronx, kicking him while he was down like a madman. Ana quickly pushed herself up and as she went to break it up, Laughlin turned and caught her at the perfect time with a European uppercut that sent her stumbling backwards to the mat. Now focused back on Bronx, Laughlin grabbing him by the throat with both hands, wrapping them around it before pulling Bronx up to his feet. Looking Bronx dead in the eyes, he then lifted him off his feet before slamming him back to the canvas with a sit-out two handed chokeslam!

30:09

JOHNSON: ”We’re coming up to the halfway point of this match and there has yet to be a single pin thus far.”

VASSA: ”There have been several attempts but no one has been able to score one and take the lead.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s been nothing but carnage inside of that ring. All four are showing signs of fatigue and it’s only going to get worse from this point on.”

VASSA: ”I thought these guys would have at least paced themselves but it’s been full throttle since the sound of the bell.”

JOHNSON: ”If they want to have anything left in the tank at the end they may want to consider throttling down.”

VASSA: ”Throttle down brother, throttle down…”

JOHNSON: ”That’s what I just said.”

VASSA: ”Yeah I know, it just reminded me of something.”

Across the ring Madison was back on his feet. Before Laughlin could get back to his, Madison hit him over the back with a double axe-handle, knocking him down to the mat. Pulling Laughlin up to onw knee, Madison then hit him over the top of his back with back to back right forearms before lifting him up to his feet. locking an arm around Laughlin’s head, Madison then lifted him upside down into the air for a brainbuster that was sure to follow. Laughlin slipped from his hold, dropping down behind Madison and locking in a full nelson. Lifting Madison off his feet, Laughlin Dump’d him into the corner with a full nelson suplex! As he stood to his feet, both Ana and Bronx together attacked him from behind. Grabbing Laughlin by the shoulder, Bronx spun him around into a kick to the gut from Ana. They then dragged him towards the center of the ring before working together and whipping him to the ropes. As Laughlin came back, the two joined arms and went for a double clothesline but missed as Laughlin ducked underneath and continued trucking to the ropes ahead of him. Bouncing off, he charged straight for them, leaping forward as they both turned around simultaneously and took them both out with a diving shoulder block, splitting right between the two.

After putting everyone else down in the match, Laughlin exploded to his feet. The man was jacked folks. He paced the ring for just a moment as the other three remained down. Pulling Ana to her feet, Laughlin swung as hard as he could with his right, connecting with a stiff forearm strike to her face. Then it was if his arm turned into a machine gun as he unloaded a full clip of lightning fast forearm smashes to her face. He backed her across the entire ring with each landing blow until her back was against the corner. Locking onto her wrist, he then ripped her from the corner and whipped her towards the one opposite as hard as he could. In Ana’s path stood Bronx as he finally climbed back to his feet. Just as Ana came within arms length, Bronx grabbed her by the arm and pulled her around as he spun in place, throwing her forward straight towards Laughlin. This caught Laughlin completely off guard and with little time to react, he left himself wide open for Ana to charge in and connect with a running European uppercut! He fell back into the corner and as Ana stepped to the side, Bronx raced by her and connected with a superkick to Laughlin’s jaw.

Immediately Laughlin shook off the superkick as he erupted from the corner and charged straight for Ana. With Laughlin closing in by the foot, Ana leaped into the air and wrapped her both legs around his head. As she fell backwards and began to twist her body for a headscissors takedown, Laughlin wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her back up into the air. Running forward, he then jumped to the mat and threw her down with a vicious sit-out powerbomb! With her shoulders to the mat and barely any movement whatsoever coming from Ana, Laughlin went for the pin and right behind him was the official with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Bronx slid in from behind, hitting Laughlin in the back of the head with a clothesline, breaking up the pin. One would think what exactly was in that bang energy drink after witnessing Laughlin shake off the clothesline to the back of his head and pop to his feet. Before you knew it, him and Bronx were going toe to toe, exchanging punches with one another. One would land a punch and then the other, over and over, not a single punch missing its mark. Catching Bronx with a stiff blow to the jaw, Laughlin knocked him off balance but before he could make his next move, Madison rushed in from the side and greeted him with a punch of his own. Laughlin was now faced with another double team as Bronx and Madison hit him from both sides, not giving Laughlin a single chance to get any offense in. Laughlin was beginning to wobble as his balance was off. As soon as his body would lean to one side as if it were going to fall, a punch from the other direction would knock him back up and to the other side. Finally catching a break, Laughlin managed to catch an incoming punch from Bronx. It was just what he needed and he capitalized by pulling Bronx in and then using him as shield to block an incoming punch from Madison. Bronx’s head whipped to the side as Madison struck his face. Shoving Bronx forward, Laughlin threw him into Madison and the two stumbled to the mat.

The two raced to their feet as Laughlin rushed in to keep them down. While his sights were set on Madison and Bronx, Ana was nowhere in his sight. Grabbing him by the shoulder, she went to spin him around but she didn’t need to, Laughlin took it upon himself to spin around and throw a backhand straight for her head. Ducking the backhand, Ana then popped back up and raked Laughlin’s eyes. No matter how much of a monster Laughlin had become over the course of this match, he couldn’t be as effective with no vision. From behind, Madison wrapped him up before lifting him into the air and slamming him on his head with a German suplex. Now Ana could have easily went for Bronx right here but he wasn’t even on her radar. Rushing past him, she went for Madison as he began climbing back to his feet. Just as he stood, she connected with a hook kick to the back of his head, sending his body falling forward before tripping over Laughlin and crashing to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Laughlin was on quite the tear, defying the odds on numerous accounts but like all good things, they must come to an end.”

VASSA: ”Is it just me or have Bronx and Ana not once attacked the other?”

JOHNSON: ”No, you’re correct. We’ve seen them come to each others rescue and even work together but neither have laid a hand on the other in terms of offense.”

VASSA: ”WHY?! This is the rematch against Bronx that she wanted to badly in the South Beach Brawl Cup.”

JOHNSON: ”Things change, Steve. People change.”

VASSA: ”For all we know both Perry’s father and son are having sexual relations!”

JOHNSON: ”What in the hell are you even talking about?!”

VASSA: ”Learn what a tweet is first and then you may find out for yourself, old timer.”

18:44

Bronx went for Laughlin and Ana went for Madison. The two pulled their targets up to their feet at the same time. Connecting with back to back elbow shots, Ana then grabbed Madison by the arm and threw him to the ropes as hard as she could. Upon his return, she lifted him off his feet before dropping him across her knee with a side slam backbreaker. Across from them, Bronx held Laughlin in place with one hand as he fired at will with the other, connecting with multiple uppercuts to Laughlin’s jaw. Kicking Laughlin in the gut, Bronx then wrapped an arm around his head and hooked a single leg with his other. Lifting Laughlin upside down, Bronx then dropped him on his head with a fisherman’s buster. We’re now in the final third of the match with forty plus minutes in the books. Everyone in the ring was exhausted, even the two on offense as we speak.

Pulling Madison to his feet, Ana was completely taken off guard as he swatted her hands away and shot in for her legs. Wrapping a one up, he took her to the mat with a single leg takedown. On the mat is where Madison proved dominant over Ana as he kept himself out of her clutches but delivered swift strikes to her body, wearing her down even more by the second. Mounting himself at her side, he rammed multiple knees into her ribs. With each knee landed, the next came in even harder. Lifting her to her feet, Madison went right back on the attack with a series of lower leg kicks Ana. After connecting with nearly half a dozen, he swung his body around with what would have been the final blow to take her down had she not blocked it. Firing back with a kick of her own, Ana rung Madison’s bell with a stiff one to the side of his head. Alternating legs, she kicked Madison from both sides in the face, landing each one with perfection as Madison was unable to defend himself. Spinning her body around in place, she lit him up with a roundhouse kick that sent him falling backwards into the corner. Madison dropped down to a seated position with his arms resting on the middle ropes. Backing up to the center of the ring, Ana then howled like a wolf before charging forward and planting both feet into his chest with a dropkick!

On the other side, Bronx held Laughlin’s head with both hands before slamming his forward and hitting him right between the eyes with a headbutt. Leaping straight up, Bronx wrapped an arm around Laughlin’s head before gravity took over and pulled him back down. Laughlin’s body bent over but before Bronx could execute the leaping DDT, Laughlin powered down once more as he wrapped Bronx with both arms, lifting him up as he stood tall. Turning to face the corner close by, Laughlin held Bronx upward as he rushed towards the corner, slamming Bronx’s back into it. Lifting Bronx even higher, Laughlin then sat him on top of the corner before climbing up to the middle ropes. Lifting Bronx upside down into the air, he fell backwards from the corner, dropping Bronx to the canvas with a superplex! Rolling over Bronx fluidly, Laughlin made the cover with Ana nowhere in sight and her attention fully focused on Madison.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Bronx escaped the close call by inches. This late in the match, it was surprising that no one had scored a single pinfall and Bronx was well aware of this fact. Having experience in this atmosphere, he knew that a pin to give someone the lead after no one scoring any at all thus far would be huge.

12:33

JOHNSON: ”Laughlin was only inches away from scoring tonight’s first pinfall but it just wasn’t enough!”

VASSA: ”I don’t know how Bronx was able to get a shoulder up after that superplex. These four have been at it for over forty-five minutes. They’re tired. They’re hurting. Anyone else would have ate the pin right there and I’d put money on that!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh, so we’re gambling now?”

VASSA: ”This is Vegas after all!”

Minutes continued to pass by as the four ripped each other apart in the ring. With the ropes close by, Ana threw Madison into them. His body hit the ropes head on before he flipped over the top rope. Grabbing the ropes as his body fell, Madison guided himself to a crash landing on the apron. He then rolled off the apron and dropped down to his feet on the floor. Standing at the ropes, Ana leaned over the top, yelling for Madison to get back in. In the blink of an eye, he quickly reached under the bottom rope, grabbing Ana by the ankle and pulling her legs out from under her. Her back slammed against the mat before Madison dragged her under the ropes and to the outside. Pulling Ana away from the ring, Madison threw her into the barricade before chasing away her. Her back hit the barricade and the sound of the collision echoed before she bounced off and stopped Madison in his tracks with a swift kick to the stomach. The two then threw down at ringside, giving the fans in the front row their full moneys worth with the up close action.

Inside the ring, Laughlin remained in control of the situation, keeping Bronx grounded as he attacked various limbs and joints. Lifting him from the mat, Laughlin then lifted Bronx high above his head. Up and down, Laughlin pressed Bronx as if he were at the gym. He then dropped him with a military press in the center of the ring. The impact of Bronx’s body crashing against the mat shook the entire ring as Laughlin stood tall, tightening his leather gloves. Climbing the corner, he stood high above the ring, looking out over the entire landscape as Bronx slowly climbed back to his feet. Just as Bronx stood, Laughlin leaped through the air feet first aimed for Bronx. Just when you thought the end was near for Bronx, he shocked everyone in the building as he side stepped Laughlin’s aerial attack and even pushed him down to give his crash landing a little extra force. Rolling Laughlin over to his back, Bronx quickly made the cover as Madison and Ana continued beating each other senseless on the outside.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Bench pressing Bronx’s entire body, Laughlin lifted him into the air before throwing him to the side as he escaped the near pinfall. The two remained on the mat, looking up to the lights as they caught their breaths and recharged their batteries.

6:27

On the outside, Ana swung for Madison’s head and missed as he leaned back just enough to dodge her punch. Grabbing her by the arm, he then whipped her to the ring steps where she hit them head on before rolling over the top and falling to the other side. Madison then slid back into the ring with Bronx and Laughlin in his sights. Bronx had Laughlin on his toes, hitting him with quick jabs before going for the knockout punch. Drawing back Bronx threw a right hook for Laughlin’s head. Swing and a miss as Laughlin ducked underneath it and stepped in behind him. As Bronx quickly spun around to face him, Laughlin lit him up with The Best Superkick Ever! Bronx’s head whipped back as he looked up to the lights for only a brief moment before his legs gave out from under him and he fell to the mat. Dropping to his knees, Laughlin fell over Bronx’s body for the cover.

ON–

Grabbing Laughlin by the foot, Madison pulled him off of Bronx before even a one count. Laughlin kicked Madison away, just enough to give himself time to push himself back to his feet. The two then went for each others heads as punches began flying. With Bronx down inside of the ring and Ana down on the outside, there was nothing to stop Laughlin and Madison from ripping each other apart. They literally beat each other senseless for over a minute until Laughlin connected with a blow to Madison’s temple that knocked him off balance. Madison stumbled backwards in a daze and just as he settled his feet, Laughlin ran straight for him. Jumping into the air, Laughlin locked an arm around his head before turning his body and pulling Madison down head first into the mat with a tornado DDT! Crawling over Madison’s limp body, Laughlin went for the pin once again.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: ”NNNOOOOOO!!!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT ANA WITH THE SAVE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”We’re closing in on the final minutes of the match ladies and gentlemen and still, no one has scored a single pinfall.”

VASSA: ”Laughlin just got cucked out of back to back attempts and the pressure is growing by the second for someone to break the ice.”

1:55

Laughlin rushed to his feet, but not before Ana was able to get to her first. Hitting him over the back with right forearms, she tried her best to keep him down but it just wasn’t enough. Laughlin stood tall and looked her dead in the eyes, yelling for her to hit him, and she did. Swinging with a right, she clocked him upside the head but he just shook it off before demanding her to do it again. Ana obliged and kissed him with a stinging left to the other side of his head. Shaking it off once more, Laughlin began laughing hysterically before yelling her to bring everything she had. Now we all know Ana, her kicks are by far more effective than her punches and with the man demanding to be struck, she turned to the one thing she knew would satisfy his hunger for being abused. Kicking him in the side as hard as she could, it nearly forced his body to buckle but he remained upright. Kicking with her other foot, she aimed a bit higher, landing a brutal kick to his jaw. Laughlin fell backwards into the ropes but as he bounced forward, he leaped through the air with a clothesline aimed for her head. Closer and closer he flew towards Ana as things seemed to go into slow motion. From Ana’s side, Bronx rushed in, wrapping her up and taking her to the mat as Laughlin’s body flew over them.

VASSA: ”He saved her!”

JOHNSON: ”Bronx just came to Ana’s rescue!”

VASSA: ”WILL THEY JUST FUCK ALREADY AND GET IT OVER WITH?!?!”

The two remained down for a short moment, saying nothing at all to one another. It was like a scene out of a movie and what you would expect next would be a kiss between the two. Word on the street has it that that wouldn’t be the first time Bronx kissed an opponent during a match. He’s even proposed to one when he first arrived in 4CW years ago. Just when you thought the happy ending to the movie was about to happen, in came Laughlin to ruin the moment. Kicking Ana in the face with all of his straight, he sent her body rolling across the ring. Bronx’s eyes lit up like the fourth of July at the sight. Pushing himself to his feet, he swung upwards and connected with a vicious uppercut to Laughlin’s jaw, knocking him backwards to the ropes. Hooking his arms around the top rope, Laughlin kept himself from rebounding, but also left himself open for what was coming his way. Rushing in like a freight train, Bronx hit Laughlin with a clothesline that sent both men up and over the top rope before spilling out to the floor below.

JOHNSON: ”Bronx and Laughlin are on the outside!”

VASSA: ”What are you doing Bronx?! You have to be in the ring to score a pinfall and we’re under a minute before time runs out.”

0:49

Shaking off the cobwebs, Ana looked to the outside where both Bronx and Laughlin were laid out across the floor. She stood to her feet and approached the ropes with a look of concern on her face. With her distracted, now was the perfect opportunity for Madison to close in and finish her off in the final seconds of the match. Ducking down and placing his head between Ana’s legs, Madison lifted her up onto his shoulders as he stood tall. Swinging down with lefts and rights, Ana hit Madison over and over on the top of the head before he could execute his End Game. As he went to push her up into the air, Ana connected with a punch to the back of his head that brought stars to his eyes. Pushing herself away from him, she dropped down behind him and as her feet hit the mat, she lost her balance before stumbling across the ring. Hitting the ropes, Ana finally regained her balance as she began charging straight for Madison. He could hear the foot steps growing closer and closer behind him and just as he turned to face her, the foot steps were heard no more. Ana was now airborne and with nowhere to go, Madison could only hope for the best before Ana leveled him with her running single leg dropkick!

VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN!!!”

VASSA: ”SEVENTEEN, DADDY SAY’S SHE TOO YOUNG!!!”

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Madison instantly dropped to the canvas with a thud as the entire arena exploded with cheers from the crowd. Crawling over Madison’s body, Ana hooked a leg as she rolled across him with the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Ana’s finally scored the first pinfall!”

VASSA: ”And the last!”

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

VASSA: ”Holy hell folks, we have a new 4CW Champion!”

JOHNSON: ”Yes we do! Anastasia Hayden has done it ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: ”She’s won the Fatal Fourway Sixty Minute Iron Man match with scoring the only pinfall of the evening.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve never had this match end with only a single pinfall but when you’re in Vegas, anything is bound to happen.”

VASSA: ”And boy was it a buzzer beater!”

“Shook One’s (Part II)” begins playing throughout the arena as the entire building begins to rumble from the noise level of the crowd. Ana rolled over to her back, looking up to the lights with feelings of both happiness and exhaustion. With the 4CW Championship in hand, the official helped Ana to her feet before presenting her with it. Ana held the championship close to her body, hugging it with one arm as the official raised her other arm high above her head.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, and NEW 4CW CHAMPION… ANASTASIA HHAAYYDDEENN!!!”

Upon hearing her name echo throughout the building, Ana’s legs gave out from under her as she fell to the mat. Still holding onto the championship, she hugged it against her body as her music continued playing throughout the building.

JOHNSON: ”And there is your new 4CW Champion ladies and gentlemen, the second female in history to win the championship!”

VASSA: ”This was the most gruesome match I’ve seen in a long while between these four. Normally we would see multiple pinfalls but never before have we seen someone win it with only a single one for the entire match.”

JOHNSON: ”Everyone is completely drained after tonight’s main event. They all gave it everything they had in the tank, literally, before making it to the finish line.”

VASSA: ”We have Bronx and Laughlin laid out on the outside. Madison is still out of it. And then we have Ana, even though she came out victorious tonight, she can’t even stand on her own two feet.”

JOHNSON: ”I know a lot of people watching were hoping to see back to back wins from Bronx, but I couldn’t be more happy with the result here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Let’s just hope everyone else if happy with it because I’d hate to wake up tomorrow and find out the ending had been changed.”

JOHNSON: ”What?”

VASSA: ”Nothing Steve, Jesus fucking Christ.”

JOHNSON: ”Well folks, that’s all the time we have for tonight. If you’re anything like me, I’m sure you’re all ready to call it a night because these last two matches have dragged on and on and on.”

VASSA: ”Wake up Steve! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!! The party is only just beginning.”

JOHNSON: ”For you maybe, but this old timer is calling it a night. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now for Adrenaline folks as we bring in yet another new era in 4CW history. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”