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Adrenaline / Turning The Bad Into Good
« on: November 26, 2017, 10:36:09 PM »

Turning The Bad Into Good

Sitting alone in his backyard, having to really think long and hard about the terrible awful couple weeks that he has recently gone through. One that began with a loss to Bronx in one of the biggest matches of his career. Continued with pictures being leaked of a potential relationship Jett had behind his girlfriend’s back. The ensuing breakup that came from those pictures. And after all that the drunken night that ended with him crashing a rental, losing his license and having to be bailed out from jail not long after that. To say it had been potentially the worst month of his life might be an understatement. Especially when you consider that going into that stretch he had been having more career success than he had ever had. Had found a girl that he seemingly loved. And was one win over Bronx away from finally getting the respect that he deserved. But now that was all gone, he lost that match. Every single person he had spoken to, had gotten to pile on him over the past few weeks. And now he was arguably public enemy number one for breaking the heart of a girl many considered a sweetheart. He had become the bad guy, he had become the guy that talks a lot. But never ends up backing it up. He had become the guy that cheats on his girlfriend. He had become the guy that goes to jail and shows the world what a poor role model he is. Something he had never really intended to be. Most might have considered Jett a annoying person but at least for kids he was the one wrestler that didn’t go out there smoking weed, doing drugs. But being a role model? That was all gone now.

Instead as he sat in his backyard knowing that if he wanted to go anywhere he’d now need to call for a Uber or get his mother to drive him. Something that he’d done his entire life but now actually forced to do so, unless he planned to break the law. And he had to reflect on his many mistakes, one’s that he finally couldn’t find a way to blame on anyone else. The match? Was his fault. He knew that on his best night he could beat Bronx. And whether he went in with too big of a head, whether he looked past the first match too much for the planned title shot he figured he’d earn, or whether he just slipped up in the moment. It was his fault. And even though it was not his fault his side piece got brought into the light, the fact he had given so many opportunities for it to. Was his fault as well. It was his fault he didn’t tell Tiffani, it was his fault he let the fans and Marquis bring it to light. And at the end of the day it was all his fault that rather than dealing with these issues upfront. He chose to go get drunk, something he shouldn’t have been doing at his age. And something given his frame of mind that he shouldn’t have ever even thought to do. But alas he had done all that and now here he was sitting in his backyard having been turned on by almost everyone but a select few. The laughing stock of the company for how his life had spiraled out of control after seemingly being on top of the world just a few weeks ago.

Forced to finally evaluate his life, he had grown a lot in the past few months. Growing up before everyone’s eyes. But the one thing that many might have given him flack for was never learning from his mistakes. Never learning from his errors and instead finding others to place blame on. Now with his best friend’s both in happy relationship’s, not around as much as he might want. His mother furious with him for his action and putting his own life in jeopardy. His girlfriend now his ex, never likely wanting to talk to him again. All while he heads into a match he had wanted since the very first day he stepped into 4CW. Versus one of the two men who would easily be on the Mount Rushmore of 4CW, Jair Hopkins.

JETT: “It’s been a pretty bad week to say the least..."

Talking to himself as well as the camera, not exactly seeming thrilled to have to do this but knowing that he still needed to promote the match. The fans most likely wanting to hear from him since his bad night.

JETT: “I mean I ruined my relationship, I lost the biggest match of my career, I crashed a rental. And you know it really puts your life in perspective when you come that closer to throwing it all away. What if I had hit somebody? What if I had hurt myself? My career could have been over. I could have done a lot worse. But instead my health is intact, nobody was hurt. And the only thing I’ve had to deal with is people piling it on me for all the bad things I did this week. I didn’t consider them all friends but you really learn who has your back in these kind of moments. I made a mistake, I made a couple. And now I am sitting in my backyard all alone. Because everyone else in my life is either mad at me, or has someone else they would rather be with. And you know, it’s fine..."

Trying his best to reason through the situation, talking himself through it more than anything.

JETT: “I could apologize to everyone, I could pretend I am really upset right now. But you know I got to admit I really don’t care that much. I mean I am fine...I broke a girl’s heart but at the end of the day we clearly weren’t meant to be. And even though I had tried my best to be a good role model, to be the one person in 4CW that didn’t promote murder, promote violence...the one that didn’t walk out with weed bags tossing them to children. At the end of the day I never really wanted to be a role model either, who cares what kids think? The only one’s that matter in this world are the one’s that stuck with me when the going got tough. The very few that are still around for me even though I made some mistakes. They may be few but I don’t need many...So I’m not sorry about what I did. I’m not some good guy like Jair Hopkins pretends to be..."

Seeming to have turned all of his anger to the next man in line. Having found a way to twist this all into rage to guide him into his next big test in 4CW.

JETT: “You see I am sure that Jair is going to come out here and run my name through the mud. Talk about how awful a person I am, how immature I am. And how that immaturity is what has held me back in my entire career. You see because that is what Jair has done to me the moment I stepped foot in this company, since the moment I walked into that locker room. You see Jair has never looked at me as an equal, he’s never really wanted to help guide me. He’s never been that sage locker room leader that some might lead you to believe. You see he’s NEVER been that guy. When he talks to me it has always been from a holier than thou point of view. He’s always looked down me as weaker than him, less talented, and less intelligent. While some in the back might have seen a young kid like me and accept me. He has always made it a point to criticize me, to drag my name through the mud. All because he’s seen as some big shot, all because he’s been the guy for a long time here in 4CW.. "

JETT: “A win over Bronx? That would have been huge, but people around here? They all have this misguided respect for him."

ooc: Yo hate to do this with a big match Jair but just had some shit go down with my best friend in real life. Really took me out of the RPing mood. Don’t think I was going to be able to finish it like I wanted.

Adrenaline / Age Doesn’t Matter
« on: November 22, 2017, 08:45:48 PM »

Age Doesn’t Matter

What a week, what a terrible awful week it had been. From losing Bronx to now watching one of his best friend’s ruin his relationship by bringing up his “potential” infidelity. There he sat now alone in the back seat of an Uber. The driver not talking mostly at his request, agreeing to pay even extra. Busy looking down at his phone watching the destruction on his timeline. The thought that he had back a few weeks ago to just walk away. To give up, now feeling even more appealing. He had made a fool of himself by failing to get the job done against Bronx, and now he had failed his girlfriend in their relationship. Watching as people piled it on. Realizing just who really had his back through it all, and who were the one’s that really didn’t have his back. Knowing that if he was going to continue on, that he would need them more now than ever. Or he could forget all of them. Move out of his mom’s house, work else where, toss his so called friends to the side. A option that at this point sounded not so bad as he pulled up to the club that he had directed the Uber to.

JETT: “Screw all the haters! I don’t need none of them, I am fine. Going to go out here and party. I am going to enjoy myself. I don’t need her, I don’t need anyone. I am Jett Wilder, I have the fans. I have myself! That’s all I need, I am still going to be a star."

The uber driver looks back at him, appreciating the extra tip enough to let him have his meltdown in his car. Pulling up to the side all too eager to get rid of Jett before he starts crying or some shit. Looking back, with a smile.

UBER: "Yeah you are fam! Go out and party it up, thanks for the tap...Jett!"

Looking down at his app before he clearly says it, but it pumps up Jett thinking he just knew his name from the wrestling business. Smirking now full of confidence as he hops out of the car, wearing his usual extra outfit. While turning around a light pole he grazes a person walking by who nudges him.

JERK: ”Watch it fag."

Instead of realizing it’s angry tone, Jett just smirks hearing in his head “Look it’s the F.A.G.”. As he walks towards the club, with all the fake swagger that he can muster. Seemingly walking up to a trap, until we realize that at the front door is Luiz Cavalcante moonlighting as a doorman for extra pay. Clearly all part of the plan.

LUIZ: "Oh wow, it’s Jett Wilder. Go right in!"

Clearly having practiced that line in the mirror today Luiz delivers it flawlessly. Some of the girls in line get excited, others dig to their phones to try to look him up. Walking right in, you can tell that the amount of people that actually know him are few and far between. But word spreads quickly the few wrestling fans pointing it out to their friends as Jett walks over to the bar slamming his hand down to get the bartender’s attention.

JETT: “Bartender...I need a drink!"

The bartender busy getting someone else a drink, looks at him confused why he thinks he’s special. Walking over after he finished as Jett demands his order.

JETT: “Give me a double whiskey neat."

The bartender starts to pour it in, as Jett looks at it questioning.

JETT: “Yo I need ice..."

Shaking his head as he stops pouring it, asking for an ID.


No regret he takes out his fake ID, tossing it over to him as he looks at it questioning but puts the ice in and hands it over to Jett. He downs it like a pro only for his face to turn sour looking ready to throw up. But when a couple girl’s approach he hides it all putting on his best game face.

JETT: “Ladies!"

GIRL #1: “Your Jett Wilder right? Oh my God!"

Using his hand to cut at his neck for her to cut it out, hoping the bartender didn’t just hear his real name. As he steps away with the ladies, putting his arm around two of them..

JETT: “Yes I am! You're talking to the former Pride Champion, the future 4CW Champion. And you can put it on the books, about to beat that old dude Jair Hopkins next week to. You in the presence of a star!"

GIRL #2: “You are awesome! You should buy us a bottle!"

Not even really knowing what that means Jett turns and smirks hopping onto the bar, the bartender wanting to stop him but it’s too late as Jett yells out loud.

JETT: “YO WE OUT HERE! It’s your boy Jett Wilder! Bottle’s for everyone! ON ME!!! From your boy JETT!"

Wanting and needing some love in his life he yells it out, getting the exact response he wanted. Everyone going wild as he dances on the bar, the bartender the only one seemingly looking out for his best interest trying to explain what that means but Jett too busy listening to the Jett chants now started by people just happy for free drinks. Jett jumps off the bar back to the girl's, arms around them.

JETT: ”Let’s go to V.I.P.!"

Walking towards the blocked off area with them, they all seem pumped....


Only two hours have passed and now Jett Wilder is looking like he is struggling to just sit down. A couple empty bottle’s in front of them, some white substance on the table as well unidentified. Next to him is Luiz whose shift apparently ended, and instead of babysitting like Carmella would have probably wanted. He looks to have partaken a bit as well, the girls now gone sick of perhaps hearing Jett talk about himself and wrestling, the one thing on his mind right now.

JETT: “Yo Luiz they don’t even know! They don’t even know how good I could be. I am the best wrestler in the world, that loss against Bronx? I slipped up. But he knows, I know. That I am better than all of them! Marquis, Bronx, fucking Jason Cashe. Fucking all of them man, I hate all of those fucks."

Quickly realizing that Jett has become quite a bit of a potty mouth, in this drunken state..

JETT: “And you know...you know who else I am better than?"

Even though he really doesn’t want an answer Jett forgets while drunk and waits on Luiz to answer. Luiz drunkenly mumbles who.

JETT: “Jair Hippityhoppitykins! That old piece of garbage!"

Letting out a minor burp that seems to threaten to bring up everything with it, Jett’s glazed over eyes showing just how gone he is.

JETT: “This old man has been around forever around here. And you know what? He never gave me the respect I deserve. He constantly belittles me, acts like I ain’t a threat. Acts like I wouldn’t dominate him if we ever squared off. I am so much better than that dude he don’t even realize it! He just makes his jokes, just like everyone else. They all love to talk about how he’s Mr. Gold around here. Yeah, yeah he won like a million titles. But that was sooooo long ago, I was like eighteen back then."

Realizing enough about the law Luiz tries to keep him down about his age but Jett just continues to ramble.

JETT: “They all have their hierarchy! Jair is a hall of famer, Jason Cashe is. Bronx probably will be. You know what? I WILL BE TO. But they never give me any love, they never give me any respect. Jair treats me like a kid and not his equal...Oh he’ll see…He’ll see all what I am about! Going to beat him so bad and I won’t even have to rip off a nipple to do it. Going to beat this man and make the world finally know where I am at. That Bronx match? Was a hiccup, but this Jair match? This will be what gets me back on track. Everyone respects this guy, for some reason...I beat him? I get all that to myself...These people respect me! They know!"

Standing up struggling just to do so, he raises his arms.

JETT: “I’m Jett Wilder!!!"

Turing a few of them start to Jett, a process that takes so quick you can tell Jett’s already done this a few times.

JETT: “See that! They all know I am the future they all know that I am the now. Marquis is going to beat Bronx we all know that and when she does, I’ll beat her. I’ll take that belt for her doing this to me. You know what I am going to call Tiffani..."

Drunkenly changing the subject quickly, Jett reaches for his pocket looking for his phone. Having fallen onto the couch when he got up, Luiz does his job grabbing it and hiding it in a hurry..

JETT: “Where is my phone!? I need to tell her I am sorry..."

Only taking a second for his expression to turn from sad to angry again.

JETT: “Wait no! She said my dick was small, it’s not...It’s not."

Realizing that Jett is about to stand up and yell that his member isn’t small Luiz steps in.

LUIZ: "Na you shouldn’t call her, until tomorrow."

JETT: “You are right, tomorrow is all that matters. Tomorrow and the day after that as I prepare for Jair Hopkins. This old dude needs to show me some respect. They all do. They all think that haha Bronx has hit his rock bottom. He lost to Bronx after talking all that mess. And now he got caught cheating...Jett has hit a low point like Bryan Williams. But I am not Bryan Williams, I am better than him...Just like I am better than Jair Hopkins."

Switching from one subject to the next drunkenly slurring his words like he was Brandon Banks.

JETT: “This day may have been crappy but I have so much to be thankful for. I got my mom, who people love to rub it in that she won a belt more recently than me...I got you Luiz...who doesn’t even like me, you probably just like me cause my mom pays you."

Worried he’s been caught and found out Luiz looks a bit worried ready to try to lie his way out of this.

JETT: “I’m just kidding you're my pal Luiz. Just like my buddy Bryan...who is off being the big champion of his show and doesn’t hang out with me as much cause of Kae...I got Marquis who just ruined my relationship and gets to fight for the belt I want even though I beat her...I have so much to be thankful for. So many good friends! And I am not even a champion, not even in line. And If I lose to Jair Hopkins I’ll be back at the end of the line for everything..."

Seemingly now starting to hit the depression point of his alcoholic binge for the night. Reaching out and grabbing a empty bottle and trying to drink the final bit of drink in it tossing it carelessly back on the table.

JETT: “But I am not going to lose to Jair. I am not going to lose to some old guy, his time is up. Mine is now. I may be underage to drink but I ain’t underage to beat his ass!"

Saying this as he nearly hurls chucks again catching himself from going overboard. Luiz knowing that if he stays much longer, he’s going to have to literally carry him home.

LUIZ: "We should go Jett, it’s late."

JETT: “No, no, no."

Even though he is saying no Jett’s body seems to go into auto pilot as he gets up. Luiz grabbing him and dragging him towards the door, Jett seemingly trying to stop to say a few words to a few girls. But whether he just sees Tiffani in his head or actually just realizes the girl looks a bit like her it seems to shut him down. Instead turning to the exit, the girls having a laugh at him opening his mouth only to not say anything. Luiz dragging him along, towards the exit.


Trying to start up a chant, the drink’s now no longer coming only a couple drunk bro’s chant along with him as he walks outside. Out now towards the exit we watch as someone stands next to a little car as he walks over.

RENTAL GUY: "You must be Jett! Glad to assist you today, your rental is waiting."

The rental he had ordered drunkenly in the bathroom a hour prior now here. Before Luiz can talk him out of it, Jett pushes away and grabs the keys stumbling towards the car. The rental guy looking worried but unable to stop Jett in time as he hops in the car. Taking a seat and envisioning himself in a much nicer car as he smirks.

JETT: “Jair...I am coming for you..."

Saying a awesome one liner as he speeds off.


Now sitting in the car as red and blue lights flash, having only gone a block or two before turning into a curb crashing the rental. Sitting there waiting not really having any sort of clue what kind of trouble he is in. The officer now returning to his car...flashing his lights in Jett’s eyes now 0-2 in his attempts to drive.

JETT: “Listen officer...My name is Gavin Grimes."

Reaching into his pocket for his fake ID now, as his already terrible night about to get a lot worse.

Adrenaline / Earning It
« on: November 12, 2017, 01:42:21 PM »

Earning It

Coming into the Wilder household we find ourselves panning across from Carmella Wilder in the living room. She is patched up from head to tow, out of her full body cast but still showing the effects of the match that ended her title reign as Extreme Champion. A bottle of water next to her with a gigantic straw in it, so that she doesn’t have to move much to get to it. But as we pan away from her, to the patio outside we see even more damage done by that  match. Tiffani Michaels sitting on one of the chairs outside, her arm in a sling. As she stands across from Jett Wilder who is standing, pacing.

JETT: ”This is the one babe. This is the one that gets me everything I ever wanted. This is the one that will finally get the entire wrestling world to know that I am not that same kid that used to lose matches every other week...That I am not that same kid that lost and took his ball and went to Honor...That I am not a kid anymore, I am a man..."

TIFF: ”You are going to do great Jett. You’ve been on a roll lately! They all see that already."

Shaking his head as he continues to pace not seeming to agree with that sentiment at all.

JETT: ”No they don’t. If they did I would have been wrestling at Fright Night. If they did I wouldn’t have to beat two people to get my shot. If they did this talk of my win over Marquis being some type of fluke wouldn’t be happening as well. They still see me as that same young kid as before, and not the guy I have become. I am a contender now, I am THE contender now. But when I ask for my shot? There was still some debate about it."

TIFF: ”You beat Bronx and there won’t be any debate anymore."

JETT: ”It’s not enough just to beat him, I’ve got to beat Marquis as well. Beating Bronx? They’ll just say he was the guy that lost to Manny and was going to lose to Marquis anyways. I’ve got to beat one than the other...And maybe than they’ll finally show me some respect..They’ll have no choice."

Nodding her head in agreement but mostly just letting Jett vent, as he plops down in the chair next to her.

JETT: ”I want that belt bad...."

TIFF: ”I know...I know.."

Using her one good hand to rub his shoulders as he lays back against her, looking forward towards his next match, one of the biggest of his career.


JETT: ”Should I have ever really expected it to go any differently?"

Hearing Jett’s very distinct voice right off the bat, one we have seen go from the high pitched voice of a young man child to a fully grown adult over the years.

JETT: ”I mean what was I really expecting would happen...That I would ask for a title shot after beating the current champion of 4CW twice over the course of a month and a half. That I would ask that I be given a shot at the same time as a girl who I made tap a couple months ago after it. That I would be given an opportunity to fight for the top gold against Bronx after beating him...and after being the one that got him that title in the first place. Should I have expected that for the first time ever 4CW would actually make sense when they were giving out title shots? Rather than just being the company they are known for...For handing out title shot’s to people not over longevity of success...but rather because they had one good night..."

Shaking his head, not really seeming to have ever expected that it would happen but still frustrated none the less.

JETT: ”Nope because in this company actually earning things is frowned upon. Even though I know most the wrestler’s agreed with me minus a few that had a vested interest in a certain party. I mean for months we have watched as rightful contender’s were tossed to the side for random one off title contenders. Should Manny have been fighting for the gold...Or should it have been Ana? The answer is what we all know. Buttttt because Perry loves him some random twenty people matches to decide a contender, Ana got tossed to the side. And Manny stepped in. And sure he beat Bronx but that says more about our champion than anything. The truth is he never should have been a champion and the fact that he quits the moment I beat him? Shows that he never really had the heart of a champion in the first place. But that’s how this company rolls, that’s what they are all about. Let’s let the championship decided not by overall success, not by actually putting together a WINNING streak. But by just managing to win a match with Viduus, my mom, and Johnny Evil in a gender crisis..."

Having a moment to laugh, still clearly upset about not being in that match. But even more upset that people he knows he would destroy were in it over him.

JETT: ”Still though the company wants to see it’s big Marquis versus Bronx match up. Sure it doesn’t matter that it has no real backstory, sure it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t feel earned. She is my best friend but if I were in that match? I would have beaten her again. And having come off of beating the champion, going down to Octane and beating one of their top three. I would have deserved a shot. But instead we are supposed to get this match up. Get to have an entire month of lead up to the inevitable Bronx losing to Marquis..."

Shrugging his shoulders, pointing out what he finds to be the inevitable conclusion to that match if it were to happen.

JETT: ”Cause the secret to how I beat her was that I wasn’t ever scared of Marquis. You walk in the backstage area and for some reason she has this aura about her. Nobody will talk a word to her. She made the biggest yappers like Genie, walk the other way down the hall to avoid her. Even won that match at Fright Night because in a match full of supposedly scary people like Evil, Viduus, Dakota, and Genie. The scariest one of them all was Marquis, and she made every single one of them step down. Genie was talking about that Extreme title the entire week, cause she made it up in her mind she wasn’t actually going to win. But me? I was never scared of her. But Bronx? I’ve seen the way he interacts with her, I have seen the way he looks at her. It’s the same way the rest of the roster does, it’s this sense of fear that overcomes them. She is a crazy person, I know that better than anyone. But I don’t and never will fear her...But Bronx...He will and in a month’s time when she beats him. We’ll all watch a match with a man scared to lose his belt again. Scared to face Marquis. A man that gets trash talked so much he breaks mentally. And we are supposed to all care about that? Like we don’t know that’s inevitable..."

Standing up against a blank backdrop having a lot to get off his chest, not wanting any distractions as he continues.

JETT: ”So did I try to insert myself in the match? Of course I did. In a roster full of people that are so content with losing and coasting by. I actually try to make things happen every once in awhile. And I get criticised for it. By the same people that swallow losing like it’s a ice cold soda with no regrets. They criticise me for trying to get what I would deserve. If I beat Bronx? A month or so after beating Manny? To even suggest I don’t deserve a shot is actually stupid. But what else did I expect from Perry Wallace? I don’t know if he’s actually just dumb or if he is protecting Bronx. Or maybe he is just like the rest of the roster and scared of Marquis as well? Could be a mixture of the three. But the same man that left me out of Fright Night altogether is now going to deny me even if I beat his son. I could cry foul all I want, fact is he has the power around here. So what can I change about it? I could leave again. How boring would this company be without me? But I won’t because even if Perry is showing that he has a bit of a bias towards his champion. It won’t change the fact that a win? Will leave him little choice but to put me up there next even if he doesn’t want to. Which he’s made abundantly clear he doesn’t..."

Rubbing his chin, one that has started to grow a bit of facial hair now as well. Patchy as it may be, starting to come in.

JETT: ”So what does he want me to earn the shot? He states that I have to beat Bronx in the ring, than the very next Adrenaline go out and beat Marquis as well. Cause beating two champions isn’t enough, I’ve got to beat the next one as well. And it’s fine if that is how he wants it. I know that even if I do that, and beat both. Odds I get the shot are slim. Because does Marquis want me to take her shot? No and the fact that she doesn’t want me in that match should be telling. Did Bronx stand up and fight for the fact that I should earn a shot at the belt with a win? Na he just stood down like he always does. So even if I get through all of this, I am sure it’s doubtful I’ll even get what I deserve. But you know what that’s fine because if Perry doesn’t want to give me respect. I know that a win over Bronx and a follow up win over Marquis...again. Will absolutely destroy any respect this company has earned. I mean 4CW has a reputation. Some of the best wrestlers from other companies have come to our company, and they end up washed out in a month. Scared of facing the top competition..."

Looking out at those very same wrestler’s many of which couldn’t ever deliver the goods like they promised.

JETT: ”Which means that the 4CW title is sort of the grand prize at the center of this wrestling world. Which yes only makes the fact that Manny held it even worse. But none the less this belt is supposed to mean something, this belt is supposed to matter. And in a matter of two Adrenaline’s I am going to make this belt and this company seem like a joke. Cause I am going to start by beating the champion himself in his first match since regaining the belt. And quickly Bronx will go from two time amazing champion to “that same old dude that lost to Bronx” in a heartbeat. And the jokes will start from there “4CW’s champion is a loser. He has his number one contender fighting his battles for him.” And then I’ll go in there and beat Marquis as well. And than? When I am standing tall over both of them and Perry walks out to try to save face by maybe actually giving me the shot he thought I’d never actually win? I might just spit in his face and tell him to buzz off so that I can leave this company in ruins. Maybe even let them have that Marquis and Bronx match they want so bad...Just so they can all watch a shallow main event without the true top dog like they all wanted. And I am sure this all seems like sour grapes, to some. I am sure this seems like Jett Wilder being anti establishment! But the fact is that I grew up in 4CW. Been here longer than everyone on the roster but old man Jair and Cashe. I’ve been earning my way up..."

Passion in his voice, hoping to really show everyone just how much this match really means to him during the lead up.

JETT: ”So the fact that my Boss, the only Boss I ever really considered one...is tossing me to the side during the best part of my career doesn’t feel great. The fact that the company that I have grown up in, left me off Fright Night completely. After I beat their champion weeks prior. After I ended not just Barrows career but Manny’s as well. The fact that I have gone from the young kid who didn’t know what he was doing in this business. To the man I have become today...And yet my company still doesn’t see it? It sucks. And the fact that despite that all, they can’t even show me the respect to give me a shot at the title after beating their guy? Says a lot as well. So if that’s the way they are going. If they are going to attach themselves to Bronx and put all their bets on him...That’s fine. But Bronx has already let them down once. And now Bronx? I am going to walk into the ring and all that respect and that belt that you fought so hard for against Manny to get back? That belt that you made a miraculous come from behind win to retain months back? It’s all going away on Adrenaline. When I beat you I may not get my shot at the belt...But the damage will have been done. The “champ” that couldn't get the job done against Manny now lost in the first match of his reign. I know you, you won’t feel like a champion anymore. And the roster? The fans? They won’t consider you a champion either. So maybe I won’t get to hold the belt. But I’ll make sure I take it away from you...I broke Manny by beating him when he got the belt. And now? I’ll break you as well."

Pointing right at Bronx a man that for awhile he never really had issues with, but has long had his eyes on. Only now feeling that he could actually unseat him at the top.

JETT: ”And I know that nobody is expecting me to actually get through Bronx and Marquis. I am sure all this talk about what I’ll do AFTER I beat Bronx before it’s even happened annoys some people. But I am that confident in myself right now. And If I got to beat Bronx...I’ll do it. If I got to beat Marquis...I’ll do it. If Perry breaks out a time machine and tells me I got to go back and face a prime Jason Cashe or Jair Hopkins? I’ll do it. Because I am not letting anyone stop me right now. That belt is the top belt in the wrestling world...And It’s the one that I want more than any other right now. I know a lot of losers in this company who are too afraid to admit they have goals, are too afraid to call their shot. Are too afraid to actually admit they want that spot. I am not one of them, I want it. And if I got to beat everyone to get it...So be it."

Tuning his attention one last time to the man that he’ll be facing come Adrenaline.

JETT: ”I know that you are shaking in your boots right now thinking about facing Marquis at Winter Wasteland. I know that you are counting down the days of your reign knowing that the monster that haunts your dreams Marquis is coming...And if you end up facing her? She IS going to wreck you. But I am up next for you...And just like I ended Manny’s reign long before he ever faced you. Your reign as champion comes to an end at Adrenaline. That belt? That’ll just come my way later..."

Adrenaline / Not For Nothing
« on: November 07, 2017, 01:15:18 AM »

Not For Nothing

Coming into the scene we find ourselves watching as Jett Wilder sits in the backstage area. The show has come to a close, Fright Night now completely in the books. While most would expect him to be long gone by now. Given the fact that his girlfriend Tiffani broke her arm and his mother, Carmella had been savagely beaten in the same match. But instead as he sits there in the back, he watches as Bronx Valence is showered down upon with love and admiration. Now again taking his spot at the top of the company, now becoming a two time champion. Having had the chance to give leaving with his girl and his mom. Coming to the choice to stay and watch the final match, one that he felt he should have been involved with. Forced now to sit and watch as a man who he considers himself better than, regains his spot as the top dog in the company.

Realizing in his head that the right thing to do would be to go be with his loved ones. But at this point forced to have had to sit through the worst day of his career to date. A career that has included failures to defend his Pride Championship. Failures to get the job done in his first ever 4CW Championship shot. The difference now being that at that point, he didn’t really feel like he should have been the champion. He didn’t really feel like he belonged at the top. Beating the likes of Dakota Smith, Chris Madison, and Jair Hopkins seemed like unimaginable feats. But if he were matched up with any of them today, not only he would feel he had a chance he would think of himself as the favorite. And that is why sitting back there watching the show, a show that he felt he should have been on. A show that included the likes of Viduus Morta, Johnny Evil, and Erron Wilder getting a shot at becoming a number one contender. While he sat here in the back forced to watch as his mother and girlfriend both suffered injuries that would likely sideline them for months. And forced to watch as his best friend, climbed to the top as Number one contender.

That same best friend that he made tap out just a few months ago. Generally a cause for celebration, instead just adding to the pain that had already been a long night. And then it all ended with the golden boy, Perry Wallace’s favorite son, the companies face. Standing over the man and transitional champion, that Jett had broken mentally just a few weeks prior. Forced to sit there knowing full well that the Manny that Bronx was facing wasn’t the same one that he beat. And that was because of Jett. But yet here he was alone in the backstage area, forgotten by the company. That same Boss, Perry that favored Bronx in every way. Choosing to leave him off the card despite having beaten the champion Manny, despite having gone to Octane and beaten the girl that Bronx was supposed to, despite ending Matthias career.

As he sat there debating in his head, he felt as though he was in the same situation that he was in years back. Feeling as though the company that had so strongly promoted their guys Jason Cashe and Chris Madison when he walked away. Was now in the same position, pushing this golden boy he was watching hold the belt over his head in the ring. The same reason he at one point left. Now only to realize that not only was he feeling wronged, he was now not even getting the opportunity to fail. He had beaten Marquis, he had no doubt that he could beat anyone else in that match. But he had to watch as Viduus...his own mother….his girlfriend who just recently returned got the opportunity instead of him from his Boss. This company had left him out to dry, they had shown their hand. And that hand was the one that was going to try to get rid of him, silence him for all his words. At least now knowing where he stood he knew he had to make a choice, yet again.

He could leave, find another company. Go to some lower level company again, get treated like a hero. Maybe go find whatever little backyard trampoline that Eli Carlson was wrestling on and get that match. He had a choice to leave his girlfriend behind. Never go check on her, and chalk her off as a distraction. Make the choice to never accomplish the one thing that he set out to do from the very beginning of his career...Become the 4CW champion. Go from the underage kid who snuck into the guy at the top. He could throw it all away, give up. Admit that if he wasn’t going to even get an opportunity why bother. As his phone rang, he saw Tiffani’s name appear on the screen. For a moment thinking about just letting it ring, to focused on watching Bronx celebrate with his dream. But he didn’t...

JETT: ”Hey...Tiff...I am sorry, I am coming...Been a rough night..I am on my way...I love you."

Hanging up the phone he stood up, staring at the monitor. Glaring at the man on the screen, that man being everything that he hated. That man being where he wanted to be, and knowing that he helped him get back there. As he watched as Bronx, walked through the curtain a part of him wanted to go confront him. Demand a thank you, a thank you for helping him get his belt back. Try to get that match once and for all, but he knew that Perry wouldn’t give him that title shot. In all reality, he knew that he was going to have to take it…

And he was prepared to do whatever it took.


Clapping his hands, he knew that it was a bit of a Joker rip off. And doing some sort of Health Ledger impersonation was something wrestlers in the Extreme title division would do. But as Jett Wilder stood looking into the camera, that was exactly what he felt was the ring thing to do as this point. Giving a very sarcastic clap, towards the man that he found out he was going to get his opportunity at a lot sooner than he expected. Not in the main event, not at a supershow, and not for the title. But he knew that was never going to be the case. He knew that Perry would never give him that opportunity.

JETT: ”Congrats...You beat up a mentally broken Manny Fernandez. Congrats you are a two time champion because you screwed up the first time. Congratulations! You went into a match with a man that had already quit weeks prior..."

Clearly frustrated with the situation Jett can’t help but let out an angry forced laugh.

JETT: ”In an I Quit Match..Real convenient for you wasn’t it. I mean I can ask you for a thank you but I already know what narrative you and everyone else is going to drum up. Manny was a great champion, you know what he earned all of our respect in how he went out there and he fought and clawed with the “real” champion! He may have said he quit but it was after a real banger. What a match! What a great rivalry between these two...That is what it is going to be..."

Letting out an angry huff, gritting his teeth trying his best to get through this.

JETT: ”But I know that you know that isn’t what really happened Bronx. You know what the story REALLY was. The story was that you became the guy around here, you faced a guy who was nothing more than a average talent who happened to claw his way through a match that rewarded luck, over talent. And despite it being a match that was seen as a huge joke, was seen as a farce. It was the lamb being led to slaughter. And maybe you took him lightly, maybe you just had a bad night...Either way you failed. And I know that loss is going to haunt you the rest of your career. Two time champion sounds nice but not when you have to explain that little month where you weren’t champion because you lost to Manny...But congrats you are now the champion again, you regained your title. You beat Manny...You made him quit..."

Saying that last part with every bit of sarcasm needed to get across that he is being facetious.

JETT: ”You and I both know you didn’t face the same man that night Bronx. I know that what you want to believe is that you beat a hard working, scrapper, and overcame that prior defeat. But you know that man had quit in him from the moment that match started, you know that Mariano had those words on the edge of his lips. From the start of that match. And you know why he did to, you knew that mentally he was no longer a champion the moment that I beat him. All that confidence he had gained from defeating you...Gone in an instant. He realized quickly that he wasn’t some great like the Beatles...He was a one hit wonder. And all the words, all of MY talk. Was what ended his reign, I beat that man mentally and physically. And you got to show up a few weeks later and clean up the scraps."

Turning his attention to the side now to laugh, nobody there but just finding all of this very humorous.

JETT: ”Isn’t it convenient to. You got pinned when you two went at it in a singles match. But this match that had no business being an I Quit match, was exactly that. Was there some narrative reason for it to be an I Quit match. Or did someone think to themselves what if Manny lands the Dova...whatever the heck Driver again...What if Mariano spikes his head into the mat and puts him down for a three count again, what if he gets lucky and crawls on top? What if we take this mentally broken man and make it an I Quit match...Guess we’ll never know what would have happened if you went at him again with a singles match...But thankfully somebody out there was looking out for you Bronx had a guardian angel that decided that you’d get to face the man that embarrassed you after he himself had no momentum...SOMEBODY was looking out for you."

Shaking his head, seeming to have to make a concerted effort to think about not pacing back and forth to stop himself from doing so.

JETT: ”Still though I think I know you well enough Bronx. You are a guy that wants to achieve his goals, wants to feel a bit of self accomplishment. And I know that when you laid down your head that night after that title win. There was a part of you that wouldn’t allow it to feel actually right...There was a part of you that thought about me. There was a part of you that wished that I had never gotten that match with Manny. That you could have had your rematch without anything between, so it could feel proper. But you didn’t get that and you never will. You will always have to look back at your reign, wondering could you have done it....Oh and while we are at it I want a thank you for going down and beating Kae for you as well. I mean how great of a start to your second reign would it have been to have gone to Octane...And YET again fall short. Stopped you from making that a habit..."

Now for the first time getting a bit of a smile on his face, able to leave the worst night of his life in the rear view. Able to move on from Fright Night and look to the future which was his match with Bronx.

JETT: ”Still though your second reign? It’s going to fail flat right out the gates. Because this company that just left me off the card at Fright Night. Decided to try to punish me, to try to silence me. You know they may try to twist the narrative but they knew that Manny was broke before that match. They knew I did that. They know I beat their current number one contender, and they knew I was going to be a shadow over their Winter Wasteland main event if they didn’t try to put that away, right off the bat. So what match did they give you? Me Bronx. And why you ask? Because one win from you, and I am gone. Out of the picture for good, and they are counting on you to get the job done. Just like they were when you had to face Manny to avoid them a embarrassment of a champion. Most times getting a match with the champ? It’s an opportunity. But I get what they are doing here, I get that they are putting me in this match to shove me away. So that the match with you and Marquis can be what they want it to be historic."

Creating a headline with his hands, Marquis and Bronx a big match but one that he can really ruin with one win.

JETT: ”Perry, the company. I don’t care who it is. They left me out of that match at Fright Night. To try to say that I didn’t deserve that more than every single one of them is laughable. To say I didn’t deserve it more than the winner who I have a win over? Is a joke. And now they are going to start that build. They are already generating the posters now. You side by side with Marquis. The girl who strikes fear into every single wrestler in the back’s heart but mine versus the Golden Boy. Miss anti establishment and the Boss’s son. What a match right, one the company dreams of. But not if I am there reminding everyone that it shouldn’t be happening. So you know? To hell with those posters, to hell with that match, to hell with me being tossed to the side!"

Standing there now, looking into the camera now wanting to make his message very clear to the champion...to his boss.

JETT: ”You know what I am not going to do? I am not going to break Manny for you so you get your belt back. I am not going to go and put a sock in the mouth of the girl on Octane’s mouth FOR you. I am not going to have a win over not one BUT two current 4CW Champions in a month and a half. I am not going to pretend that I didn’t also beat the current number one contender. So here is the deal. This is an ultimatum, you have ignored me every single time. I could sit here and pry at Bronx to put his belt on the line but I am not an idiot. I know that the company isn’t going to allow that even though a part of me thinks that Bronx actually might have the cajones...Though then again losing on Adrenaline to people he is supposed to defend the belt against, is sort of his thing so he may not... "

Shrugging his shoulders, trying to poke the bear as much as he can here.

JETT: ”I am not naive. I won’t ask for that, but you know what I will ask for? Is that when I win this match, and when I beat your champion. That you look back at the fact that I beat Marquis...That I beat Manny...And that I beat Bronx. I ask that you put me in that main event at Winter Wasteland. BECAUSE if I don’t get that news verbally from Perry Wallace himself within twenty four hours..."

Jett looks into the camera, walking forward to it.

JETT: ”Then I won’t be there November Fifteenth."

Fright Night IV / Game Over
« on: October 17, 2017, 12:55:49 AM »

Game Over

We come into the scene slowly panning down the side of the wall, until we at first see Carmela Wilder’s face. One that is looking rather dreary right about now. As we see that she is slumped down against what appears to be her office wall, wearing sweats and a tank top not her usual done up look. Looking rather defeated right about now.

CARMELLA: "It’s not fair, none of them are falling for any of my tricks. None of them are taking my seriously...It’s not fair."

Though we stay up close to her we can only assume either Jett or Luiz is off in the chair next to her listening to her trials and tribulations.

CARMELLA: "I have tried my best. Tried to turn Viduus on Dakota, figuring the two weirdo’s might hate each other...It didn’t work. Maybe I could get one of the girls to watch my back? I mean Tiffani is my son’s girlfriend, Marquis is my son’s best friend, Genie calls my son Meeko...But none of them have given me any indication that they are out for anyone but themselves. I’d try to talk to Johnny Evil but he is already so strange that I think he’d more likely just turn on his other half than me. I was even considering trying to look down my family tree and see if Erron really is on some stupid side of the family I have never met. But what’s the point? He’d probably just dismiss me and call Dakota his family anyways."

Slouched down, a usually very vain individual seemingly not caring the slightest bit in the world that she looks like hell.

CARMELLA: "What am I supposed to do? When I won the match, I had a plan. Sneak in lay low and let all these other lunatics go to battle. And it worked like a charm, they all fought to the death. And when little Miss Johnny Evil was down on his back, I pinned him. Won the belt without breaking a sweat. When I went into the match with Viduus I knew full well that a one on one match was never going to work. So I led that man on a wild goose hunt, all around the backstage. Used everything at my disposal, had no shame. And in the end I watched as Perry got dumped on his head...As Luiz got beaten to a pulp. But I landed the fatal blow that allowed me to win that match...I did all those things, with great planning. And a resilience but it’s not fair...It keeps getting harder and harder. First I get into a match with Ana and Amber in which they both CLEARLY had a vendetta against me. And now here I am, ready to walk the plank in the worst possible match in 4CW history..."

Laying her head back, just having to even think about the Warzone of Horror’s match up. One that will shorten career’s for sure no matter who wins.

CARMELLA: "Two rings, ladders, a cage? Who even thinks of something like this...It’s like I am living in a horror movie. And I am the beautiful, smart, damsel in distress. Forced to get chased by all these animals...Only I have nowhere to run. Cause they are locking us in a cage."

Pouting now, unable to accept the situation at all. Having thought she might be able to make this reign last even longer, knowing now odds are stacked against her.

CARMELLA: "I mean how fair is it to put me in this kind of a match? I tried to promote this belt as a fun one. Didn’t need to be a belt for the misfit toys but here I am standing looking at another crew of even weirder group of people. Evil was there last time but now look at him...He has gone off the deep end. I can’t help but feel partially responsible for it all either. I made him a laughing stock he was the guy that was pinned by Carmella..The big loser. I mean most men wouldn’t mind me pinning them, but for him? It shattered his ego. And he hasn’t ever really been able to bounce back. Floating in obscurity doing Lord knows what. I broke his manhood...I really did. He had to look at me every single time and know that this Extreme title was going to leave him...But then it didn’t. And now I know that he is going to be even more off the rocker than ever. I am sure he’ll see me and have Vietnam flashbacks. And than it’ll be like Psycho or something. The pretty little girl, killed by the weird Grandma lady or something..."

Picturing herself trapped in that shower, only instead of a shower it’s a gigantic cage.

CARMELLA: "Or maybe Mr. Mommy Issues himself will come back for revenge. After all Jason Vorhees and Viduus Morta just won’t seem to die. I beat him, I took him out and instead of leaving me alone? He acts like I am some camper having sex that he has to take out. Just cause he took one of my toys to the face. He makes me out to be some sex fiend that has to go. His mommy won’t be able to do the killing for him though. Still though Jason just is relentless it doesn’t matter how much the damsel does, how far she runs. It seems that the poor little innocent girl always gets caught in the end. I am that innocent girl, sure I took your belt. Sure I embarrassed you beyond belief when I beat you. But just like Jason X we all have our misses...But I am sure he’ll bounce back, and now I am the damsel with nowhere to run...Cause again I am caged!"

Continuing to come back to the same thing realizing that no matter how big or bad a situation she drums up. She in the end has nowhere to run.

CARMELLA: "You even have the one sucking the life out of my son..Dracula herself Tiffani Michaels. He is hardly ever at the house any more. Hardly ever asks me to order him food anymore. No more cartoons on the couch. All because Miss Dracula seems to have him under her spell, sucking the days out of him...."

As a mom not even realizing the poor word choice.

CARMELLA: "Would it really hurt the girl to get a tan? I could go with her. But I am sure she doesn’t like me, I am sure she is going to just take him away from me than go for blood against me as well. She’ll say that it was all for the gold, the title shot. But in reality she is going to go back to her coffin at night, laughing all the way about how she got rid of me for good...."

Reaching for a tension ball that she has on her desk, pulling it down with her to squeeze while she goes through all the horrors she is about to face.

CARMELLA: "Than you have Jack Torrance, the headcase herself Genevie Carlson. All I have ever done is try to be nice to the girl. I have always been really kind to her...and her great husband Eli. But how does she treat me? With nothing but disrespect...For no reason, it’s really unexplainable. And now for some reason it seems she has some sort of vendetta against me. Trying to get rid of me once and for all, like I walked into her some possessed house of hers. Trying to explain Genie is impossible, she just seems to have issues. So I am sure she’ll coming busting out, yelling hereeeeee’s Genie as she chases me around both rings...It’s not fair..."

Squeezing the ball rather ridiculously now, not seeming to really relieve tension rather than just create more.

CARMELLA: "Then you have the two team mates, Omerta. Got Leatherface himself, stealing my last name and wearing at his own in Erron Wilder. Scary and intimidating, walking around with weapons and what not. But at the end of the day not quite as scary as Michael Myers, Dakota Smith...He seems almost like a super human at points. Stalking me for years now. I have been scared of Dakota for as long as I can remember! At least with Erron, he is the dumber of the two. Ugly as sin as well...He seems like the type that I might get lucky and he might trip into a meat grinder or something. Maybe fall on his own chainsaw, but Myers? He is unstoppable. I am sure Erron, born from some other worldly poor Wilder family. Out on some farm in the middle of nowhere. But lord can only imagine the kind of upbringing that Dakota Smith had... And now? They both have their sights on me. But...Maybe just maybe they’ll fight like Freddy versus Jason...Or they’ll probably just both team up to destroy me..."

Seeming fully having admitted defeat, only getting more down the more she has to go through the list of names involved.

CARMELLA: "Then the one that scares me the most of all...I could say she is like Freddy cause she haunts my dreams but that isn’t right. I mean she surely, has haunted my dreams with thoughts of what path she might lead my son down. But at the same time? She lures you in with almost a false sense of adorableness...She and my son seem to have fun, almost seems like Child’s Play. But than she reveals her true demonic like state when I am not looking. But even that doesn’t feel quite right. She is too smart, too cunning. Almost has a charisma that lures you in...I mean I have gotten lured in...I mean you’d almost call her Hannibal...You almost want her to eat you...."

This time she catches her poor word choice, brushing it off quickly to continue.

CARMELLA: "Either way I have no idea her intentions. Can’t tell what she has planned next, if she’ll come after me or not. I am trapped in a cage, with the scariest and hardest to predict people in the world. Not one single one of them seeming to be someone I can trust, not one that will see me as the nice, sweet, little thing that has no meaning in this match...I just want to survive, I just want to make it out alive..."

Tossing the ball away as she sits up just long enough to grab her Extreme title pulling it down with her on the floor, lying in the fetal position holding it.

CARMELLA: "But I quite like having this thing around...I have fought hard for this thing. I never thought I’d achieve anything like this in my life. I like being the center of attention, I like that I was on set for a film a few weeks ago. As Milf #2. I like that I get to walk around and rub it in everyone’s faces. I am the Extreme Champion, and I got here by scheming and plotting. I lured people into traps, I tricked them, I used accomplices...I put together my plans like a jigsaw puzzle and walked each and everyone of them into it....I have been playing games with all of them...They think I am some frale little old lady but you know what can’t be taught? Brains. And I may know that I may be on the chopping block that my time may be coming to an end soon. But if I am going out...I am going out with a bang. These people don’t realize how good they have it being in 4CW. How nice it must be, to be young...To be talented amazing wrestlers...I’m sick of people that don’t appreciate their blessings..."

Turning and rising to her feet, now slowly looking like it’s a bit painful because she has been down there for a long while.

CARMELLA: "But I kind of find it fun having front row seats when I hatch these schemes..."

Standing to her feet now, we realize as she takes a few steps towards the door that she was alone this entire time turning to the camera.

CARMELLA: "Hello Marq, Morta, Genie, Tiff, Omerta, Doctor Evil..."

Gingerly walking towards the door now, clearly having been down for a bit.

CARMELLA: "Most people are so ungrateful to have these opportunities...but not you...Not anymore."

Having left the room she reaches back, turning the lights off first as she grabs the door handle.

CARMELLA: "Game over!"

Proceeding to close the door, into pitch darkness.

Octane / Challenge Answered
« on: October 16, 2017, 12:40:44 AM »

Challenge Answered

Coming into the scene we find ourselves, looking at Jett Wilder standing in front of a tanning salon. Out in the parking lot, we all brace ourselves for whatever hijinx Jett will get up to next. Could he be meeting Marquis here, to go out on a day full of fun. Did he convince Bryan Williams to finally get a tan? Was he and his girl going to get it in while getting a tan? The opportunities were endless, but instead he was in the parking lot dressed in some shorts and a tank top looking like he already had worked up a sweat.

JETT: ”I guess this is the part where I am supposed to be off doing some dumb things? Sure you all see this, and think oh what is Jett doing out here on his own? Who gave him a ride, is the Uber driver about to be a part of a funny bit. There is no way that Jett Wilder is focused heading into the match that he has coming up..."

Looking around, also liking the feel that doing a promo out on the streets gives him. Like he is shooting a rap video aimed at his opponent.

JETT: ”I mean how could I be right? The last two shows on Adrenaline I have been faced with two of the biggest tests of my life. Not talent wise. I have faced dudes way better than those two chumps. But for me? Those matches were big ones, why? Because I talked a big game. I talked a big game about what I would do if I ever faced Mariano and Barrows one on one. A loss to Manny? My career could be over. A loss to Barrows? I would have never lived it down. Those matches were the peak, of my career to date? Why because they were the big matches that I needed to prove that I could win. And I did just that when I beat the current 4CW Champion, Mariano Fernandez. When I made Barrows literally piss himself, at the site of meeting me in the ring. Those were huge big matches that I can say I was completely focused for. I needed those wins because if I couldn’t beat those type of guys, with a hundred percent focus then why should I even continue to hang around?"

Shrugging his shoulders, having a hard time even wanting to imagine a world where Barrows or Manny could have bragging rights over him.

JETT: ”And now you start to hear some murmurs around the locker room. Maybe, just maybe I could be next in line for the title. For the first time in my career, people are actually seeing me as a real contender. You see I have been in this spot before, I go my title shot in a big fatal four way, headlining a Supershow. But at that time? I was less focused than ever, I was complaining about everything. I lacked discipline. Even if people told me I was not prepping right, I didn’t care because in my head I felt like I was ready to go. But now rather than winning some qualifier against a couple of nobodies to get my shot? I beat the current champion, I beat a former champion as well. But even I know that two wins, isn’t enough to get me what I want. But I am sure everyone sees me as the guy that trashes Octane, that calls it the JV league..."

Shrugging his shoulder, perhaps regretting his choice now not to wear the letterman’s jacket that would have gone great with that line.

JETT: ”So I am sure everyone is thinking he isn’t taking this main event opportunity on Octane seriously. He isn’t taking his buddies girlfriend seriously. And a year ago...you know what six months ago? I would have probably been offended that I was even thrown on this show. In my mind? I am a main event star on Adrenaline. But you know what? I am looking forward to this chance. Because there has been a lot of talk about Adrenaline and Octane. And I know that this is going to have a lot of impact on how things are viewed around here. So I don’t want Octane to get that feeling, I don’t want Kaelan to have that feeling. That I let my roster down. But most importantly Kaelan you are standing in my way of getting the top spot. And that means way more than any sort of Adrenaline versus Octane beef, that means way more than the rest of the guys in the back. I want what I have been working towards for the past several years. And after beating Mariano..than Barrows...The chatter of a Jett title shot is getting up there. And all that crumbles if I lose to you Kaelan...Just like your title chances when Bryan beat you, they’ll be gone like that."

Snapping his fingers, while enjoying getting a little dig in at the same time.

JETT: ”I don’t hate you like I do Manny and Matthias. Your Bryan’s girlfriend and from all I have seen? You seem like a good one. But I lose to Octane’s Kaelan? My shot? It’s gone. So I can’t and won’t lose to you. That is why instead of coming over to Octane and making fun of it. I am going to give you the respect you deserve and say you are good Kaelan. And you going straight to who you think is the big dog? Bronx...That is admirable. I respect that you think you are going for the top spot. You want to test yourself against the best of Adrenaline. So I get that you're fighting for that shot at Bronx, you lose to me? That match with Bronx becomes some low card afterthought on Adrenaline or maybe a main event that they have a hard time selling on Octane. So you are fighting for that but I am fighting for much, much more. You see the difference between us right now Kaelan is that you are reaching for the stars trying to just compete with the best..."

Stopping for a moment, clearly a bit miffed.

JETT: ”But I AM one of the best. And you keep having Bronx’s ame in your mouth. That’s fine because you like everyone else, THINKS he is the best. I beat the man he couldn’t. I am at a whole new level Kaelan. So you may think this match is your ticket to facing who you think is the best. But Kaelan you are facing the best. I am more focused, I am more talented, I am more ready than I have ever been. So this isn’t your match to send a message to Bronx...It’s mine."

Turning his attention to the man that many are expecting to regain his title, and a man that does seem to loom over this Octane main event.

JETT: ”For a long time I was happy and content to be the humorous one. To think that my natural talent would get me by. The last few weeks? I have shown what I can do when I am locked in. And trust me Kaelan, I am more locked in than ever. And when I beat you...You know what name you’ll be begging for? It won’t be Manny, it won’t be Bryan, it won’t be Bronx. It’s going to be me, because you’ll realize it just like everyone else. I am here, and I am  going to be the champion. And soon you and everyone else will realize this company doesn’t revolve around Bronx. It revolves around me. You wanted to face the best? You got it.”

Pushing away from the camera, Jett walks away from the tanning salon instead heading to the gym that was out of frame right next door. In preparation for a gigantic Octane main event.

Adrenaline / Ending This
« on: October 08, 2017, 05:18:38 PM »

Ending This

Heading to the Wilder household, where we find ourselves with the entire gang. Luiz Cavalcante who still has some bruises along his face. Sitting off to the side, having returned the last week though still no where near a hundred percent from his injury. And than we have the current Extreme Champion, Carmella Wilder looking as usual nervous while Jett Wilder is sitting draped across a recliner sideways, with a cell phone in hand.

CARMELLA: "I have to face Viduus again!? And there is a cage, Luiz you can’t even get in if you wanted.."

Panicking, Jett seeming to hardly be paying any attention to his mother. While Luiz shakes his head no behind her back, not even considering stepping up to Viduus again.

CARMELLA: "And not just him! I mean Genie is a really good wrestler. And so is Marquis. I know she and I have been...close. But she is a hot head and who knows what I might do or say that will set her off. Erron Wilder is in this and he is friends with...Dakota Smith...."

Just saying Dakota’s name seems to make Carmella freeze up, having had a long standing fear of Dakota. Generally more so scared of what he’ll do to Jett, now instead worried what he would do to her.

CARMELLA: "And I am what locked in a cage with all of these lunatics? I don’t know what I can do. Maybe I’ll fake an injury during our next LFL game. Maybe do you think you can talk Marquis into watching my back? Maybe I’ll just hide in a corner..."

Looking over at her son Jett who seems too busy texting who we can only imagine to be his girlfriend Tiffani. In her bit of nerves Carmella raises her voice.

CARMELLA: "Get off your phone Jett! This is serious! I am sick of you always being focused on that girl. I am going to be in trouble!."

Even Luiz is shocked, as Carmella never known for being a disciplinary parent seems to also be a bit caught off guard on what she just did.

JETT: ”You know what, mom. Yeah I care about Tiffani. She is my girlfriend! And I love her. And you know what? I can’t feel bad for you. You are a champion, you are getting a HUGE match. All while I sit on the sidelines. I just beat Manny the champion, and I am about to beat Matthias. But guess what? I am likely going to be let off of that card. Why? Because people still don’t show me the respect I deserve."

Feeling as though she made a mistake and realizing it has set Jett off, she tries to apologize but he continues.

JETT: ”And you know what? All the people laughing and repeating over and over again, how I am not a champion but my mom is can be a bit annoying. Obviously I am proud of you and you have done great, but I am sick of being on the sidelines. I am sick of being the guy who gets huge matches on Adrenaline but isn’t in the picture come Supershows. I should be in the main event with Bronx and Mariano. I beat Mariano and you know what? I think I would beat Bronx as well right now. I am better than I have ever been in my career.I think I am FINALLY getting to my peak. And yet what am I doing now? I am in a match with Matthias on Adrenaline. And if I win? I am still not going to be in a big match at Fright Night."

Realizing she has set Jett off, his real emotions coming out now as he sits up in the chair forced to look at the Extreme title proudly shown on the living room middle table.

JETT: ”And should a win over Mariano get me a shot? I think so but who knows if the Boss sees it that way. Cause all those people in that match? They have a shot at it. Genie could jump me in the line. Erron Wilder, the guy who stole our name could get a shot. Even Viduus who you beat could get a title shot before me...Marquis doesn’t even want it and she could get a title shot before me. She knows how much that 4CW belt means to me. And she may jump me in line. Dakota could get title shot four hundred before...YOU could get a title shot before me."

Revealing his true frustrations on not knowing where he stands in the grand scheme of things in 4CW.

CARMELLA: "Jett, I am sorry I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you. I am just nervous...I know how much that title shot means to you...If I win? I’ll see if I can give it to you."

In her efforts to try to make him feel better, her motherly effort to try to help her son misses. As Jett no longer a young boy wanting to skate by off help from others.

JETT: ”I don’t want to be gifted it! I want to earn it! And if that means I got to beat Mariano again. If that means I have to beat Bronx, I’ll ask for that match. If that means I have to make Matthias look like a chump so be it! I am coming for that top spot and I don’t need anyone’s help to do it."

Getting up and closing the recliner with a slam, he gets up angrily walking out of the room frustrated but motivated. As Carmella looks over at Luiz who cringes a bit watching a rare Wilder family fight. As Jett looks forward to his next opportunity to prove himself against Matthias.


JETT: ”Wheaties? He really did a whole thing about cereal..."

Coming into the scene we find ourselves with Jett Wilder cringing a bit at what he saw earlier in the week from Matthias. Set up to talk some trash, but currently too busy talking to the cameraman.

JETT: ”They’ll have to call me Neil Armstrong because he is going to kick my butt to the moon...Calling himself the Duke of Disrespect...This guy really out here thinking he is some comic book villain. But not even a big one, he’s like one of the ones at the start of the comic book that gets his butt kicked on the way to a bigger villain..."

Shaking his head, the hatred these two having run deep for a long time now.

JETT: ”Which is sort of funny considering that is exactly what you are around here. You are just that small side villain that nobody really respects. You see I have been calling you out for a long time now Matthias. I have wanted you one on one pretty much since we met and I have called you out at every turn. And just like that little villain you have avoided me at each one of those turn. Why? Because you know what will happen when we eventually do go face to face. That’s why you have always attacked me from behind, that’s why you have ducked every single one of my requests for the match. It’s cause you know that you are just that, a little side villain for me on my way to a much bigger challenge. So you can stay monologuing on my girlfriend, you can stay attacking me from behind, but at the end of the day? The good guy always wins. And you? You just get tossed to the side forgotten about just like you were all those days away from this company during your suspension."

Talking now to Matthias personally, these two having exchanged barbs for a long time now.

JETT: ”And you know what? We do have a rivalry Matthias. I don’t like you and you don’t like me. But the difference between us? Is that you know your role around here. You know that beating me? Is the biggest achievement you can possibly get at this point. Your title reign? Long forgotten. But you know full well that you’ll never be a 4CW Champion. You are smarter than that. So you look at me. And you see the chance to at least get some glimmer of respect, by beating me. But you’ll never do that and after I beat you, you’ll probably end up fighting Iceberg or Alioth Starre, or some low level talent like that. And you’ll still be around, filling out the roster. Doing what you are good at doing. However for me? This match is about a lot more. I just beat the 4CW Champion, Mariano. You know...The guy you ate pizza with..."

Jett rolls his eyes, at that awful segment that took place after his match last show.

JETT: ”I beat that guy. And beating the champion? Means something. But you know what it will mean if I beat Manny and the very next week lose to Matthias Barrows? It will all be for not. You see because there are a lot of guys on this roster who are considered the big dogs. You got the Bronx’s, the Cashe’s, the Smith’s of the world. And on any given Adrenaline they can beat each other. And I consider myself apart of that group now. But you Matthias? You are a step down from that. You are the guy that all of those guys should beat. So if I were to lose to you now, that would kill off all my momentum. So if you think the fact that I can’t stand you, that I hate you isn’t enough to want to beat you. Know that I am fighting for a lot more than just that. This match is all about proving that I have taken that next step that I am now a lot more than just the Future of this company. I am now the present. And I want them to know that when I win this match? That I am coming for that top spot. I want my name to hang over that main event at Fright Night. And that doesn’t happen if I lose to you Mathias..."

Jett shakes his head, clearing the thought of any potential defeat at the hands of Barrows from his mind.

JETT: ”So I won’t lose to you. Because no matter how many random little goons you bring out to the match with you, they won’t be able to stop me. I don’t care that you bring around a shaved gorilla. And I won’t pretend to know a thing about the rest of the group you roll around with. All I know is that I have to beat you Matthias. Because for some reason, you think you are a big deal around here. You were gone for months and nobody cared but you come back and expect people to be scared, to think wow he is back. But nobody thought that, they all just cringed as you tried your best to seem menacing and came up oh so short as you always do in that department. You just don’t seem to realize that while you walk around with that big group of yours, saying the corniest lines that 4CW has ever heard. Nobody fears you. You think Tiffani was scared of you back at Adrenaline?"

Laughing at the notion that Tiffani the winner of the Queen of the Ring was actually even slightly scared of Barrows.

JETT: ”She didn’t rough you up for one reason and one reason only. Because she knew how much, I wanted to be the one that did it. She could have dropped you at any point during your lame little speech. But she knew that I wanted you badly, that I had been calling you out for months. So she resisted the urge to shut you up. And now we get to go one on one. You finally stepped up to the plate, to take a match with me. It is a little humorous that you acted like you were the one that came up with all this. But I am happy that I can finally get this match with you. Because I can finally put you behind me Matthias. For you? I am the light at the end of the tunnel, the big win. For me? You are just another name on my path. I beat Manny and now I get you, back to back. That is like a dream come true for me. Do you have any idea how excited I am to get to put you in your place? To put you down for good?"

The thought of never having to hear from Barrows again, to have this win end their rivalry once and for all bringing a smile to his face.

JETT: ”It will be great. Because I don’t like you Matthias and I never have. The rest of the roster? Everyone but maybe Manny. You know why they treated you like an outcast and made jokes on you? Because they don’t see you as an equal, neither do I. You talk a big game, you think you are way better than you are. And the rest of the roster, we saw that. You know why they all joined me in making fun of you for the Frenzy match? Because you thought you were some hot shot for coming up with a battle royal. A match that has taken place a billion times before in wrestling. But while we all thought “Well ok” you thought just like all your other ideas that this is the one that was going to make you a star. But time and time again, you have failed to become that star that you seem to fantasize yourself to be. And now you see beating me as that chance but you are going to come short again. Because you may say you are desperate and have nothing to lose...But I am focused and have everything to lose."

Taking a deep breath knowing that he is the one coming into this with the momentum.

JETT: ”It’s time that I start to take that next step in my career. I was the young boy sneaking his way into the company. But now I am the young man who has gone through rivalries with some of the best wrestlers this company has ever seen. I was main eventing supershows against Chris Madison. I was competing for the 4CW title in a fatal four way. But at the time? I wasn’t ready. I can admit that. But now? I am ready to take that next step. I want to be the guy around here, I have been around longer than everyone but Jair and Cashe old selves. And if I lose to you Matthias? That all goes away. So I won’t and can’t lose to you Barrows. You see because if you had taken my challenge months and months ago? You might have faced a unfocused, care free, Jett Wilder who didn’t have his sights set at the top..."

Now looking right into the camera, his focus very much on this match and what it could mean for him.

JETT: ”Instead? You are facing the most focused Jett Wilder you will ever see. You will face the man who is coming off defeating Mariano Fernandez the 4CW Champion. You are facing the guy who is sick of being labeled as a prospect and a future star. Who is sick of being told I will never quite make it to the top. That my mom is the bigger star currently. You are facing the future 4CW Champion, Jett Wilder. So say all the corny lines you want. Say you are going to take me to hell, or send me to the moon. Whatever you want, but you are going to come short Matthias just like you always have."

Pausing for a moment.

JETT: ”It’s my time now."

Adrenaline / Face to Face
« on: October 03, 2017, 10:46:04 PM »

Face to Face

Pacing back and forth holding his neck, in pain is Jett Wilder. Having had what was a great night for him, up until an attack from Matthias Barrows after the match. Having had what was a war with 4CW Champion, Mariano Fernandez before getting attacked from behind by Barrows again. Sitting next to him is Tiffani Michaels, the recent winner of the Queen of the Ring. Who just had to witness it all out in that ring.

JETT: ”What a loser! Attacks me from behind again? You have got to be kidding me. I mean, he waited around for months just to do that? That?!"

Letting Jett vent knowing he isn’t going to be happy about his moment, at least some what tarnished by the attack from behind.

JETT: ”He really going to bring out his whole crew with him to? I mean how is anyone going to take him seriously."

Continuing to pace back and forth, ignoring the fact that he does go to the ring with a security guard and his mother.

JETT: ”I mean what did I do to deserve this Tiffani? I mean first I got to deal with a dude like Manny, than Matthias. Had to deal with Dare Clemmens back in the day. What about me attracts the lowest forms of life to think they can come get me. This was supposed to be my night, this was supposed to be a night of glory. And instead here I am pissed because that little baby held a grudge over what he thought was me saying I came up with the 4 Corners Frenzy. I never said anything like that, why would I take credit for creating the match that made Fernandez the champion? Why would I take credit for a terrible idea of a man who was looking to jump the line, by thinking he would actually be the last one standing. The thought alone that Barrows would be the last man standing, at anything in life is comedy enough. But we all know that’s what he made that match for, and he STILL wasn’t close. Yet he thinks I cared about that match? Nobody did. Why do you think half of the great talent skipped it? Why do you think I tried to be on commentary for it, cause I was trying to bring life into what was always a terrible idea. And he held a what? Five month grudge over that?"

Still frustrated Jett forces a fake laugh, to try to pretend that he isn’t fuming about what just happened out there. Tiffani being a nice girlfriend and letting her man vent.

JETT: ”I mean this dude has really been jealous of my career since the get go. And why? Just cause he has become a laughing stock. Just because nobody even cares about him? I am sure he’s back there eating pizza with Manny or something stupid. Wondering why nobody at all cares about him. The man just doesn’t seem to understand that this jealousy thing? It’s a bad look for him...He wants so badly to be as funny as me, when not a single soul has ever laughed. He so badly wants to be as big of a deal as me. But nobody cares. The man just can’t accept that he isn’t one of the boys around here. That he will never be the guy. No matter what people say about me. I may not have always gotten the job done in the past. But lately? When the lights are on bright I get the job done. And that’s why I main event supershows. That’s why my matches are always the biggest on a show by show basis. When’s the last time anyone got really pumped about this chump? I call a lot of guys chump. But if I had to label one guy a chump so that the rest of the world could have a prime example. It would be this guy...God I can’t believe he attacked me from behind again..."

Jett still mad that he let Matthias get the drop on him, even if it means that Barrows took the easy way out.

TIFF: ”Babe, it was a lame move by him. But at least you got him in a match next Adrenaline right?"

JETT: ”That’s true..."

Looking on the positive side of things, as he does nod his head. Tiffani jumping in to calm him down now, one of the more positive things she’s brought to him.

JETT: ”And god am I going to mess him up! You know the type of dudes that attack people from behind? Losers. He knew that if he came at me face to face, what would have happened. He would have caught one of these left hooks, been face down. Looking like the loser he is, but instead? He gets to feel all happy inside. He gets to feel like he did something to really get me. But I am still walking. And instead of having that desired effect of looking like a bad ass that he so BADLY wants. He looks like a coward. He attacked me from behind in the Four Corners Battle Royal or whatever silly name he gave it. And now he does it again? That’s a man that is a coward. And instead of looking so hardcore, he looks like a coward that needs the help of some polar bear to get back at me. I mean he has to realize that right? He has to realize just how little this really strikes fear in people’s hearts. He was a joke before he was gone and now he returns? And just drives home that nail all the way. Screw this dude..."

Throwing out his arms in anger, reaching back for his neck in pain having forgotten what quick movements will do to it. As Tiffani stands up, one hand on both shoulders.

TIFF: ”You get him in two weeks, babe."

JETT: ”Yeah you are right..."

She leans around to the side of him, with a big smile on her face.

TIFF: ”Oh and you beat Mariano..."

This fact a bit lost in all this anger for Jett, as it does sort of set in that he really did beat Manny. A man who a loss to, would have completely wrecked his career.

JETT: ”...Yeah you are right...I did beat Manny."

A confident smirk now coming across his face, showing just how much that match really meant to him.

JETT: ”I beat the man who holds the 4CW champion, the man that beat Bronx. Even if Bronx comes back, and wins...Which he better. This win right here? This should put me right back in line for a shot at that belt. That one belt that I have dreamed about since I was seventeen year old sneaking around here, taking losses left and right. Can’t say that beating the current champion, felt as good as I always thought it would. But if Manny beats Bronx or Bronx beats Manny? And I get that shot, it would feel legitimate. That’s the next goal, that’s the next thing I want..."

Looking up at the ceiling as though he is shooting for the stars, Tiffani shakes her head.

JETT: ”Oh and babe? Sorry that Matthias was talking about our personal life like that...I would never want it out in public like that."

Stopping the massage Tiffani gives him a playful shove that makes him stumble forward a bit.

TIFF: ”You went out to the ring after our first time and got a stand ovation..."

Realizing he has been caught in a lie, he gives the classic “I’m caught” Jett shrug.

JETT: ”That was a moment for the fans...Let’s get out of here."

Reaching out for his bag, pretending his neck is hurt. Which prompts Tiffani to sigh and grab it for him. As he follows her out the door.

JETT: ”Oh and thanks for not beating him up out there. You know how badly I want to be the one..."

TIFF: ”I know..."


We start watching as the number one appears on the screen, slowly moving up to ten than continuing up. Finally slowly reaching seventy, a slow count up stopping right at seventy seven which lights up in the signature light blue of Jett Wilder. Panning out we find ourselves looking at Jett Wilder, having either paid someone to do this cool little intro or having worked really hard on Powerpoint.

JETT: ”Seventy seven days is a long time. Over two months, a lot can change. That’s practically an entire NBA offseason. That’s practically a quarter of a school year. Kids would be getting their first report cards so I am told. Seventy seven is the number of Ray Bourque, some good hockey player. I am not Canadian so I don’t know him. But he is apparently a big deal. Seventy seven is a lot of things, Matthias. It’s also the amount of time that you were gone, the amount of time you had between appearances between Adrenaline’s. You know what happened between that date? Bronx lost to Manny. Jason Cashe and Jair Hopkins won a huge tag team tournament. My mom defended her Extreme Championship. And right at the end? I did something you’ll never do, beat the current 4CW Champion. A lot happened, in that time. Several shows. But you know what didn’t happen? Let me tell you a few things..."

Jett stops taking a breath to prepare for this.

JETT: ”First off you want to know how many times I heard, “Where is Matthias” in the back? Zero times. That includes your buddy Manny. That includes every single fan in the building. That includes every single member of the roster. That includes your Boss, Perry Wallace. You know if Dakota Smith up and left out of the blue? There would be panic, that guy is a maniac. And there would still be members of the roster that asked, where he was. The fans? Certainly wouldn’t just be happy not having him on the show. And you know Perry would have been reaching out left and right to bring him back. You see because Dakota has done some vile things, things that your little brain can’t even think of. And you know he’s never had a seventy seven day suspension? There are rumors he was involved in a MURDER. And he didn’t get seventy seven days. But you did...You know not everyone loves me back there, which is crazy. But if I up and left? People would want to check on my well being. You know what number is less than seventy seven? The amount of texts you got from anyone in the back. Did old veterans like Cashe and Hopkins reach out to set you straight? Nope. I bet even some of the weird people on the roster like Mariano and Alexis didn’t even bother. You know why? Because you never really mattered around here. You are a decent talent, but you are replaceable. Kris, Dean Judas, Andre Holmes? They aren’t top talents, but they fill out the roster just like you would. So you want to know how much people cared about you in those seventy seven days? That’s a big fat zero."

Holding up a zero, his face really just in focus at this point.

JETT: ”And I know you are Mr. Cool so you would never pretend to care that no matter cared when you were gone. That’s fine but did you ever really wonder if that was really the reason it was seventy seven days? Cause I mean it does have to cross your mind, that maybe seventy seven days did seem a bit excessive right. I mean 4CW is known for having some of the most insane things happen. People have done all sorts of gross things to one another. And what you throwing a tantrum and attacking someone late? Was enough for seventy seven days? Was the frenzy really that bad of an idea that you deserved seventy seven days. You ever wonder that maybe just maybe the real reason it ended up being seventy seven days was that Perry didn’t want you around? Cause part of me likes to think that he just meant to suspend you for like a show. And just sort of...forgot you existed. But let’s face it you're a pest, I am sure you called him over and over again. At some point Perry probably just changed his voicemail to a message reiterating that you are still suspended. Until finally on call number seventy seven, he said...screw it let him back. But either way, you do have to realize it is one or the other right?"

Jett laughs, enjoying just how extreme the suspension was making little to no sense at all.

JETT: ”Orrrr. Maybe it was a combination. Maybe you didn’t call every single day of this suspension. Maybe you didn’t call at all. Why would a man so dead set on thinking he’s the best ever do that? Maybe because you realize that even before your suspension was ever announced, I asked for a match with you. And maybe just maybe you wanted to stall this off for as long as you possibly could. Because it was inevitable, I have been calling you out for a long time. Something about you has always annoyed me and the rest of the locker room. So as locker room leader? I always thought fit to cut down to size annoyances like you. And I do that one by one, last show it was Manny. And now you finally decided to show your face in my company again. And now we finally get to have this match. And you know what the difference is between us? I don’t duck anybody, if the weakest link called me out right now? I’d face him, same goes if it’s the strongest. You should have been getting fan support for this on Twitter for months. Perry after all works for the fans, he would have had no choice. But instead you sat there for seventy seven days...Seventy SEVEN."

Popping up seven fingers, feeling the need to really drive home that number again and again.

JETT: ”That wasn’t the length of days of your suspension Matthias. That wasn’t the amount of time Perry felt you deserved for a small infraction. That was the amount of days it took you to sit there all by yourself, maybe with that polar bear off to one side. Just thinking, thinking about me. One day goes by...than the next. And you think to yourself, nope. Than another...then another. Same answer...And finally after seventy seven days you finally thought to yourself MAYBE I can come back and beat Jett Wilder…."

Taking a long deep breath now, a big smirk on his face having to be at one of his most confident points in his career./B]

JETT: ”I was ready back on July twelfth, I didn’t need a single second to know I can beat you. Because this time there is no coming at me when my back is turned. We are going face to face...And that means that you are going to have waited seventy seven days, just to come back and lose."

Adrenaline / Animal Kingdom
« on: September 24, 2017, 11:18:42 PM »

Animal Kingdom

The camera’s are rolling for footage that is not supposed to be shown. As we find ourselves in the very early morning out in the middle of a forest looking area. Perhaps waiting to see Dakota Smith out in a cabin in the woods, or maybe find Viduus feasting on raw deer meat for some sort of ritual. If you had to take a bet on who would be out here? The very last pick would be the one currently trudging through as it is Jett Wilder himself. Looking absolutely miserable in a camo jumpsuit looking like it might be Gucci brand. Alongside him is his girlfriend Tiffani Michaels, who looks more at ease out here. Looking cute in her little camo top and bottoms. As we also see an older gentleman with them, carrying a huge pack on his back..

JETT: ”Yo babe, it’s cold out here! And I hardly got any sleep..."

Whining as they continue to trudge through the older man leading the way. As Jett walks along seeming annoyed by every part of this nature as Tiffani laughs.

TIFF: ”I told you that this was a bad idea. I get you wanted the cool little back drop when you talked trash to Manny. And I get the theme but I told you, if you want to see anything it has to be early. And this guy is the best guide in the world."

JETT: ”But four am! I didn’t even know that this time existed."

Angrily forced to duck under a tree branch to advance farther, Jett looks like he is working on maybe a couple hours of sleep.

TIFF: ”It’s too late now we are here, we already paid this guy. We’ll sleep when we get back home..."

Tiffani walks along carefully as Jett trips on a rock, cursing it under his breath as he manages to stay on his feet..

JETT: ”I haven’t even seen like one bear or nothing yet, you sure this guy is for real?"

Tiffani just rolls her eyes at Jett letting him know that she doesn’t want to hear any more complaints for something that was his idea. Finally stopping as the older dude holds up a hand to keep them quiet. Jett not knowing what that means looks at Tiffani..

JETT: ”Yo what this dude stopping for?"

Before Tiffani can explain Jett walks forward as an animal of some sort can be heard scampering off. Jett rolls his eyes.

JETT: ”This dude sucks..."

The old guy seeming fed up with the complains snaps back.

RICKY: "You know what? I had a deer right there! And you scared him off."

JETT: ”A deer? What about a pack of wolves or tigers like I wanted."

Ricky cause of course it’s Ricky looks over at Tiffani to confirm Jett is for real. She just shakes her head, stepping in on Ricky’s behalf.

TIFF: ”Let’s just do it here."

Looking at Tiffani a bit shocked, which she seems confused by..

JETT: ”Ummm babe, I mean that seems fun. But Ricky is here and I sort of came out here for another reason."

At first confused it takes Tiffani a moment to realize Jett took at a sexual advance..

TIFF: ”No I mean your video."

Realizing his mistake Jett nods his head looking over at the cameraman who also got drug into this. Most likely one of his worst career gigs.

JETT: ”Yeah you right, set up right there. Yo Rick you mind keeping perimeter don’t want nothing to sneak up on me."

Directing traffic, Ricky seems eager to get out of there walking out of the screen along with Tiffani who goes to try to explain to him why Jett is so unfamiliar with this kind of situation. Taking a second to wipe some eye gunk out of his eyes before getting started.

JETT: ”You know Manny? This whole new attitude of yours? This whole braggy I am better than you now cause I have the belt style that you have adopted? I am not sure that I hate you more now or back before the title. Because at least before the title you knew your spot. You were the lovable weird loser. The fans? Some of the more awkward, strange ones felt like they could relate to you I am sure. Sure, to most normal people. You were just an annoying little loser. But at least you were an annoying little loser that knew his place. In Generation Old you were the extra. You had Bronx as the talent, Bryan as the leader, Lauryn as the good looks, Ganja as the hot head, and then you?Y You were the adorable little brother of the group. Nobody was scared of Gen Now to begin with, but the fact you were apart of it? Made it so they’d never be considered a real intimidating stable. You guys were just a weird little group of people assembled for Lord knows what reason. I mean for Bronx and Bryan? It never made a ton of sense. But for you and Sativa? I mean it did make some sense. Nobody actually likes either of you, they put up with you. So when you found a guy like Bryan that was too nice, and let you into the group. It makes sense that you would attach yourself to that and ride with it...It makes sense. You finally had a little group to call your friends. Your pals, one’s that weren’t in a video game."

Seeming to find an extra bit of energy when doing one of his favorite things, talking trash to Mariano Fernandez.

JETT: ”So now you had your little group. But when that came apart you want to know where you were heading? You were heading out the door. Video game death matches? Those were low point in our company's history. And even you had to realize that. But than you randomly won that atrocious little battle royal. And that sent you on the path you are now on. You liked calling yourself the troll guy. Yet were you ever really trolling anyone? No. You were just so weird that people hated you for it. If being repetitive about everything in your life is what you call trolling? So be it. But the rest of us never considered you a troll, I mean you weren’t even a confident enough guy to ever really troll anyone. You were a weirdo that knew he was weird and to me? You seemed content with never doing anything truly memorable with your career. But one win in that battle royal? And suddenly you were number one contender. Sure you were a number one contender that nobody thought could win, but for the first time in your entire career...You mattered. And guess what Manny? Mr. repetitive himself finally started to change a bit. You started to actually think you mattered, you started to actually think you were good. And belonged at the top. You started to change than, but now? After winning the belt Manny you have finally taken that next stop. You went from being the loser to being full of yourself. Titles tend to change people and Manny it certainly changed you."

Walking along in the outdoors taking a careful glance over his shoulder for whatever animal he thinks will sneak up on him out here..

JETT: ”But you want to know what the funniest thing is Manny? You don’t really get why your champion. You have it in your head that you earned it. That you're one of the boys now, you belong. But you haven’t really caught onto what really is going on like the rest of us have."

Chuckling to himself.

JETT: ”You know Manny while you were constantly shut indoors playing countless hours of whatever loser game you were playing that day. I was home schooled and you know what that meant? It meant that each day my science class, was an hours worth of Animal Planet. Did you know that bat’s leg bones are so thin that is why none of them can walk? Did you know ant’s have no lungs and never sleep? I know all of this. I know a lot about animals Manny. And you know the animal kingdom has a lot in common with our little wrestling world. The gorilla’s have a dominant alpha king at the top. And then new young gorilla’s come along and overthrow that champion gorilla in a fight. Sounds a little bit like how people fight over the top spot in our company. But only the strongest gorilla makes it to the top. So you Manny? You’d never be the champion in the animal kingdom. That’s not the point though, the point is Manny that weaklings like you in the animal kingdom tend to latch on to a group...a pack."

Using all those hours of Animal Planet for home schooling to his best of abilities..

JETT: ”It all comes full circle back to that group. And you know what? You found that pack with Gen Now. You found a group that was willing to take you from being a irrelevant loner and at least bring you along for the ride. You were not alone, Sativa got brought along for the ride as well. And you used the big dogs in the pack Bryan and Bronx to carry you along. Why because it helped you survive, it gave you some reason to keep going when you really wouldn’t have otherwise. Alone? You’d have gotten picked to pieces. And that is exactly what happens in the animal kingdom. The weaklings get picked off at the back of the group. Because they are easy targets. You know what the biggest difference is though between the animal kingdom and the human kingdom?"

Stopping for a moment to let Manny answer back at home, as if this is some sort of exam.

JETT: ”In the animal kingdom the big dogs wouldn’t care that the weaklings got taken out. It’s less food that needs to be spread amongst them. You can almost say they use those little losers as bait. But the difference in the human kingdom is that you were with Bronx and Bryan. And they can be jerks at times, but deep down? Both of them are nice guys. It’s why they let you in the group in the first place. It wasn’t that they WANTED you to roll with them. It’s that unlike those animals, they would not have felt right letting you get killed all on your own. So they brought you along for the ride, they carried you to some attention that you NEVER should have had. And than when they got sick of carrying the extra baggage they broke up. Bryan and Bronx still hang out, sure Lauryn hangs out with them as well. It’s essentially still a team but they trimmed the fat. Bronx is a champion now. Bryan will likely be one again. But little did they know that in a match that was all about luck, you would find yourself going from prey to the hunter. Now you’d be facing one of the big docks in the pack..."

Really going all out with this, seeming a bit annoyed that he wasn’t able to get a cool image of a pack of wolves in the background like he wanted..

JETT: ”In the animal kingdom that battle goes down without much of a hitch. The alpha takes out the omega, he kills off the weakling. And that is that. But this isn’t that Manny. We live in the real world and the same reason that they let you hang out with them in the first place is the same reason that you ended up becoming the champion. You see you are not better than Bronx, we all know that. Deep down, I think you do to. But he felt bad for you back then when he let you in the pack. And though he’ll never admit it. In this match up between the two of you. He didn’t see you like that big alpha gorilla coming to knock him off his throne like he did with Cashe, Tanner and Dakota. He saw you as that weakling that he brought around with him in his pack. And instead of being ruthless like he should have been. And instead of putting away the little weakling that came for the crown. He faltered. And he failed. All because he couldn’t bare to put you down…”

Shaking his head seeming frustrated with Bronx for failing to do his job like he was supposed to.

JETT: ”So this brings us all the way back to this new attitude of yours you’ve got. This new “I am the top dog” attitude. You really seem to not be in on this like the rest of us. You aren’t the champion because your the best. You're the champion because Bronx felt bad for you. So I really want you to hear this Manny and I know you will because I am sure you went through my entire first bit about you and gave a cliff notes response. I don’t need to hear what you have to say to me, I don’t care. But I want you to know what the rest of us know. He couldn’t put you down when the time came and now? You are champion of the world. I want you to really get that through your head, you are champion...because an old member of your pack took pity on you."

Disgusted with the thought of the champion of his company, taking that spot..

JETT: ”Maybe you're some genius that planned that all out. Maybe you realized Bronx is a top dog and you snuck in and became his little tag along buddy. Just so if maybe you got the chance to take him on? You’d take advantage of him feeling sorry for you...Or more likely. You just happened to fall into this belt. With the perfect timing of a match that left up the contender to chance and a champion who deep down cared about you a little bit. And now you are champion...But you know those gorillas? They are coming for you now. They sense a weak king of the mountain and are now coming to knock you off the throne. And I get first dibs. Why? Because I asked for this match, you could say I begged for it. Because you're not the best, and we all know you aren’t the best. And rather than you building momentum your first night as champion, I am going to end this little charade once and for all. Bronx may come back and actually put you down. But truthfully? This will be the start of your free fall. Because I know I am better than you, and the fact you won that belt before I did? It makes me mad..."

Never seeming more frustrated heading into a match than here and now.

JETT: ”So maybe just maybe you finally lived up to your name. You trolled me, you trolled us all by becoming the worst champion in 4CW history. But I don’t care, all I care about is beating you and returning order to this world. I don’t need that belt on the line, I don’t consider you a champion….So winning it off you? Would feel shallow. However beating you and proving to everyone that what happened with you and Bronx was nothing more than him taking pity...Will be good enough for me. Cause I won’t feel bad showing the world what would happen in the animal kingdom...And that new attitude of yours? I am going to restore order to that as well..."

Jett looking around, at his environment. Even though it’s the last place he’d like to be, it does bring a bit of the primal side out of him.

JETT: ”I am not retiring because Bronx felt bad for you Manny. And  most of all, I am going to ensure that every fan knows that this reign of yours? It’s only temporary."

Adrenaline / Nightmare
« on: September 18, 2017, 11:31:40 PM »


The sounds of “You Deserve It” still ring through the air. As Jett Wilder walks through the curtain to the backstage area. A smile from ear to ear, happy as can be. Having just been in the ring getting showered with praise. Walking past some members of the roster a few of them tipping their cap. Others giving him a high five as he walks through the halls. Happier than he has ever been having taken that next step into manhood, having finally lost that card that every young man so badly wants to lose. Turning through the halls past every single member of the roster, all of them focused on the main event. Jett not having care in the world, too happy with life. Going all the way down the hall, talking to himself in his splendor.

JETT: ”I have to say...today it was a good day."

Almost whistling at this point, as he walks through until he returns to the scene of the happy moment. Opening up the door where he meets up with Tiffani Michaels the lucky lady and the Queen of the Ring. Essentially you could say she finished off more than one man that day. As Jett grins ear to ear walking up on Tiffani who is looking at her phone.

JETT: ”Hey babe ready to get out of here?"

Nodding her head Tiffani turns, looking excited herself to see just how happy this has all made Jett. As she gets up turning and nodding her head, as she grabs her bags. But Jett quickly takes them off her hands, too eager.

JETT: ”I got it, the Queen of the Ring don’t carry her own bags."

TIFF: ”Whatever, was just one match."

JETT: ”Babe you beat Banks and Kris, that is a big deal. Plus I hate those dudes so it’s even better. This is going to lead to big things, I told you that you were going to get to the top in no time. You are a star for a reason."

Jett actually passing some of the fame to someone else, rare for him. Even rarer not to be making it about himself. As she and Jett head on out now both walking with some excitement. As the two head towards the parking lot, you can see the Bronx versus Manny match on the monitors in the back not even looking up at them. Walking out to the parking lot now, an Escalade pulling up to the back of the arena to pick them up. Jett opens the door for Tiffani than waits for her to get in, before setting the bags inside as well. Stopping as a thought seems to come to mind.

JETT: ”Hey babe, I got to run in and check on my mom see if she is ok."

Tiffani gives him a nod of approval looking a bit tired from her long night. Jett starts to head back towards the arena, but as he goes he gets a phone call from his mother.

JETT: ”Hey mom, just coming back in. Are you doing all right? Can’t believe that chick did that to you. They totally teamed up on you, I swear this always happens to me in triple threat matches as well. You are ok? Are you sure? Yeah Perry better give you the best doctors around."

Standing outside the door as you can almost hear the roars of the crowd, as something huge must have happened. Laughing Jett glances up, assuming that Bronx got the job done. As his mother speaks on the other line.

JETT: ”All right, I’ll see you later. Bye mom."

Hanging up the phone as he turns back to walk into the car, nearly skipping in joy. As he walks to the car opening the door as Tiffani looks ready to deliver the worst news imaginable. Looking like she is about to tell him his dog died or something.

TIFF: ”Jett I have some bad news..."

Looking excited instead of upset.

JETT: ”You are pregnant?"

Tiffani is caught off guard at first, but shakes it off realizing it’s simply a Jett thing to say. Ignoring the fact he doesn’t quite know how this works.

TIFF: ”No, no, no...Ummm Manny won."

Bracing herself for the worst as Jett at first seems ready to look distraught but shakes his head chuckling a bit.

JETT: ”You are too funny..."

TIFF: ”No...No Jett he actually won."

Figuring that he might not believe her she grabs her phone, picking up to show the most recent Twitter post. Fans blowing up about the Manny title victory. As now Jett really looks like he just got told his dog died, looking at the Twitter not seeming to believe it. Pushing the phone away like he can’t read another Tweet. As he lays his head back, unable to believe it.


Shaking his head, the disbelief still seeming to plague him even days after the fact. Now standing in front of the wall in his backyard back home in Los Angeles still living in a world where Mariano Fernandez is the champion of the world. Pacing back and forth trying to reason the ways this could happen.

JETT: ”I live in a world where tragedy is striking day after day. Hurricanes are hitting Florida, displacing lives. I am living in a world where terror attacks happen daily. And worst of all I am living in a world where Manny is the champion of the world. I am living in a world where the worst possible case scenario, happened....Manny is champion."

Saying it again, almost as if saying it for the third time will be the one that finally wakes him from this nightmare. But when it doesn’t he continues to pace back and forth, shaking his head in increased anger.

JETT: ”The lead up? It was all fun and games, it was all laughs. Haha, Manny beating Bronx. How terrible would it be? I mean how bad would it be for my company, how bad would it be for wrestling as a whole? But it was just that a joke, a joke not like the terrible memes that he posts online. No it was a joke because that world was never a potential reality. Sure Bronx could get hurt, sure Bronx could show up having decided to go out on a all night bender the night before. But even still, that wouldn’t be enough for him to actually lose to Mariano. It just couldn’t happen. Sure it was fun to imagine McGregor beating Mayweather but it wasn’t ever a reality. Sure it is fun to imagine the Tortoise really beat the Hare, that David beat Goliath. But those were just stories, folklore. Stories my mom told me so that I wouldn’t pick on all the David’s of the world. But it wasn’t ever going to actually happen, Bronx was too good. This was the same man that conquered Eli Carlson who at the time seemed like an unbeatable champion. The same man that battled back from a deficit against former champion and Hall of Famer Dakota Smith, former champion and future Hall of Famer, Jason Cashe, and the late great Hall of Famer, Adrian Tanner. All to retain that belt, he beat some of the best of the best to both get and retain that belt..."

Still trying to reason with the possibility of this happening, debating if some act of God had to have been involved.

JETT: ”And I stand here wondering if I am involved in the biggest prank of all time. Could it be possible that my girlfriend, my mom, are all in on it. Did they have the real match while I was back losing my V-Card? I mean it did feel like I was doing that forever. Is this some sort of Truman Show where they are trying to make me repent for all the jokes, where they are doing some sort of study on what would happen if the biggest loser became a champion. How it would affect the world around him, maybe there is a glitch in the Matrix. Whatever it is, could it really be that Manny Fernandez is the champion. Maybe it’s all of that but the simple fact is that no matter what world I am living in, I have to look up at the top of my roster and I have to see his name."

Gritting his teeth shaking his head, seeming like for some reason his voice is even lower now.

JETT: ”And you know what? That pisses me off. Because I came into this business a young seventeen year old kid. I snuck my way in here, I took beat down after beat down. And you know why I did that because I loved wrestling because I was a little kid getting home schooled that saw how big of stars these wrestlers were. How they were larger than life, I grew up watching Jason Cashe wrestle. I was just a little young pup. And you know what when I came into this company? That same man was wearing the top belt he was the top gun. And you know what? I never did like him much. But you know what? I could look at that top belt I thought “That is where I am striving to be.” And over the years I have watched this company go through great champion after great champion. I saw Jair Hopkins, resilient as ever get the job done before he faded off. I saw Dakota Smith as crazy as he is, win the gold. And you know what? He was a lunatic but he had my respect. I watched Eli Carlson soar through the ranks, zip up to the belt. And you know what? Everyone had a target on his back and it felt right. And I watched the belt go to Bronx who became the alpha dog, who every wrestler in every company looked at.as just that. And as a young man still finding my way, having held gold once and wanting to take that next step. I looked at all them and though I didn’t like many of them, I respected them as the 4CW Champion. But now our champion? Is you."

Looking around trying to find something to punch to let off some steam, unable to find it so just continuing along.

JETT: ”And you know what? That sucks. Do you inspire drive in our roster? Do you bring in fans to see who could ever knock off Mariano? Are you the champion that this company wants or needs? The answer is no. Now instead of a belt that felt like only the top of the class could get to? Now it’s a belt that every person feels like they could have. I am sure Iceberg is sitting in the backstage thinking “If he can? So can I.” And I am sure that Octane is looking up at us. Having gone from being made to look like the JV team that they are. To feeling like they look pretty legit right now. And you know how you did it? You did it by winning that awful brain child of Matthias Barrows. A match that didn’t reward who was the best, was rather who got the luckiest that night. I got thrown out by a guy who produced the whole thing, and you managed to somehow end up as the last man standing. Can you tell me that you are really better than Marquis one on one? Better than BW? Better than me? The answer is no. You were the victor of a match that should never have happened, a match and crappy idea that Perry Wallace still has yet to un-suspend Matthias for coming up with. But you know what? I guess you did beat Bronx so maybe you deserve the belt...Maybe Manny is the best wrestler in 4CW?"

Trying to reason with the reality that from the outside looking in, Manny now stands at the top of the company. That every wrestler in the world, every fan now must look at Mariano and have no choice but to consider him for the top spot.

JETT: ”But you know what I say to that notion? HELL NO. You are not the best wrestler in this company, you are not the top guy. You are the victor of circumstance. First by winning a match that didn’t reward actually fighting. I tossed you out of a battle royal once, who's to say I wouldn’t have done the same if we were in that ring at the same time? But the world will never know. And Bronx? I don’t know if being that top champion got to him, I don’t know if it was the pressure of being the guy that Manny beat that would get to him. I don’t know if all the jokes and all the insults we all hurled at Manny gave him too much of a false sense of invulnerability. But I refuse to believe that you're better than Bronx. Maybe he just had a off night, maybe he just took you lightly. And if it was either of those? That is his fault. But don’t for a second think this makes you the top wrestler in the company Manny. And if you even think to utter that statement, know that I’ll come for you. Because I look at this roster and you know what I see? "

Jett looks at his fingers preparing to do a count off.

JETT: ”I see guys like Dakota Smith, Jason Cashe, Jair Hopkins, and Chris Madison guys that would rip you apart. I see champions and former champions like Bryan Williams, Marquis, and Ana Hayden. All of which would beat you ninety nine times out of a hundred. And maybe that one time happened to be Bronx, but that moment was the last moment for you. Because you know who else is better than you? ME! And the fact that you beat me to that belt makes me sick. You didn’t grind your way like me. You didn’t fight and claw for this company like me. You go around galavanting elsewhere. You didn’t work your way through the ranks, you won a random happenstance match that led you to a match with Bronx where you miraculously won. And sure I said I’d retire but I won’t retire until I make things right again. And making things right means proving that you aren’t the guy that they are going to make you out to be. You aren’t one of the gang, with the other great champions. You are a one hit wonder. That will be washed away in the record books and that starts right away. Next Adrenaline when you and I go ONE on ONE."

Seeming to wish there was a near by time machine where he could speed his way to that match now. Not wanting to spend another moment in this happy world of Mariano Fernandez, 4CW Champion.

JETT: ”I probably haven’t had the best couple of months. I hear all the jokes, about how my mom is doing bigger things than me. I know that I haven’t exactly followed up my victory over Marquis as well as I should have. Tag team matches? Have never really been my thing. Maybe I have even lacked focus. But in this match? On this night? I can tell you that there are not going to be any more games. I am FOCUSED. And I am ready. Because I have faced guys like Chris Madison, Jason Cashe and wanted it bad. But I have never wanted it as bad as I do right here and now Mariano. So this happy time in your life? It’s time for me to take it all away from you. I am not retiring yet, at least not until I restore order in this world and end this nightmare once and for all. I am coming for you, Manny. And I won’t call you champion. Because you won’t be for long."

Giving it a moment of thought, to see if he wants to say anymore but eventually just getting fed up that he even has to think about Manny with the belt. Storming off the screen, ready for a fight.

Adrenaline / Champion's Confidence
« on: September 10, 2017, 10:54:19 PM »

Champion's Confidence

Coming into the scene we find ourselves watching as Carmella Wilder positions her Extreme title next to her on the table between the two chairs set up. Looking like a million bucks she is dressed to the nines, looking more confident than she ever has before. Coming off of her first title defense, one in which most would have left a bit shamed. But for her, one that left her feeling more confident than ever now having walked into two separate matches leaving as champion both times. Currently on the phone ignoring the rest of the people on whatever production this is for 4CW.com.

CARMELLA: "Yeah, I am playing Quarterback. Yeah, I played a little volleyball in High School. So I think I’ll be fine, I have been working on my throwing motion a lot. I mean it’s pretty amazing right, Extreme Champion. QB for the best team in the LFL. And I even heard they have me added to the new Adrenaline start up to the show. Featured heavily of course. You know this started, as a way to stop Jett from fighting a bunch of lunatics hurt. But honestly? It’s panned out amazingly. I was pretty popular as a Lawyer, I mean a girl with my looks doesn’t walk into the courtroom often. But this? This all is making me a bigger star than I ever could have imagined. Yeah, it’s pretty great. I think I can turn this into so many opportunities...."

Coming into the frame is Gabriel Hartman seeming to want to get this started, but seeing Carmella on the phone he again exits frame forced to wait on Carmella for now.

CARMELLA: "I mean who's to say this couldn’t lead to a movie deal. I mean Wonder Woman is already booked but I am sure they’ll be casting for other big female leads as well soon. Modeling gigs? I have been booking them left and right now. At my age, no less. Something about the empowering mother, seems to be really killing it these days. And some execs I met with told me the MILF category is huge right now. Whatever that means. So I think it’s only a matter of time. I can be like all the other great wrestlers that took this platform and turned it into something more. And I am already undefeated. If I can keep that up, it’s only a matter of time before I make them have to pay me even more per appearance. I can admit I was pretty scared of Viduus. But I mean? I took him out. With one big shot, all by myself. So now they got me facing two, girls that are hardly any bigger than me. So, how hard could it really be?"

Off to the side Gabriel can be heard trying to cough to get her attention, and get her off the phone so that he and the camera crew forced to take time away from their families can get this over with.

CARMELLA: "I guess I just always thought this was going to be soooo much harder. But I mean so far? It’s not been bad. Undefeated, a title defense under my belt. Perry hasn’t told what he’s got planned next. But whatever it is, I’ll get the job done again. Because if there is one thing that I am, it’s smart. So I’ll figure it out. Just feels so great two matches and I’ve only had like one scratch! I am sure it’ll stay that way, I am going to try to pit Amber Ryan and Ana against each other. See if they can tear each other apart...You know then I’ll sneak in. They will never see it coming."

Generally her plans having been, pretty well thought out. This time though seeming a bit over confident, perhaps not seeing how transparent her plan is this time.

CARMELLA: "Ok, you have a good one. Bye!."

Hanging up, Carmella smiles not seeming to have a care in the world that she is delaying things as she fixes her title belt in front of her. Than looks over at Gabriel who is walking back into the frame.

CARMELLA: "You ready?"

Choosing to ignore the fact she just said that as he settles in next to her, Carmella continuing to exude a confidence we have really not yet seen from her.

HARTMAN: "Yup, let’s roll it."

Starting quickly before another distraction can delay anything further, Carmella looks at the camera looking like she is ready for an interview with any possible future movie execs out there.

HARTMAN: "We are here sitting with the Extreme Champion, Carmella Wilder. Something that I must admit very few people thought we’d be saying heading into Bad Company. But here we are."

CARMELLA: "Indeed we are. People have been doubting my son and I for a long time. But at this point can you really, say that I don’t belong. Sure it may not always be pretty, well I mean past me of course. But I get the job done, I am an inspiration to all underdogs out there. I am a wealthy, good looking, smart talented woman. Who despite my obvious lack of braun have overcome such great challenges time and time again. Why because I am smart. And I prove that you don’t need to be all about fighting or all about being the edgy woman to get by. I can just get the job done by being the most intelligent person in the ring or out of it at any time. I just feel like I am really someone that little girls can look up to."

Looking at the camera, like she is auditioning to be in some sort of commercial pitch.

HARTMAN: "I mean people did sort of think that Viduus was going to destroy you. At the very least it would be the last time we’d see you wrestling. But here we are heading into yet another match, where yet again you’ll be the underdog."

CARMELLA: "I mean sure, to some. But I am sure that there are plenty of people that see this for what it really is. I mean Amber and Ana are two great women, and obviously neither are anyone that a company can look to and say “those are two marketable” girls. But I think people are also starting to see me for what I am, a capable wrestler who can get the job done when it’s needed."

Gabriel never a huge fan of the Wilder’s seems to have a hard time containing himself from displaying a questioning look.

HARTMAN: "Well actually an enormous sentiment growing online is the fact that Ana and Amber are not two types that are going to let you sneak in for a victory. Two times now you have let the anger of others lead you to victory. But most are giving you almost no shot at all, at besting either girl."

Seeming a bit offended that Gabriel is stepping on her current level of confidence. Gritting her teeth while trying to stay proper.

CARMELLA: "See, I just don’t see it that way. I think I belong in this match every bit as much as these two. I mean what have they really done? I mean have any of them even defended their belts yet? I have, they haven’t.."

HARTMAN: "While that is true, Anastasia Hayden has defeated the current champion Bronx. A win that many felt could arguably signal that she is the best wrestler in the entire company. And Amber Ryan defeated Bryan Williams one of the very best wrestlers in the company to become Pride Champion. Currently in singles competition both have only suffered one defeat. Both having honestly dominated thus far in their 4CW careers."

Caught off guard with this line of questioning, her current confidence being a bit hampered now having to hear all these facts about her opponents.

CARMELLA: "So they have both been beaten? I haven’t in case you have forgotten Gabriel. But you know what they are both fantastic young women, who have bright futures ahead of them. Sure I mean she did beat Bronx and that’s great but one could argue that was just a fluke victory. I am sure that when she gets that shot at Bronx again, and I am sure that she likely will that she’ll do great. But at the end of the day I just don’t think she really wants it more than Bronx. I’ve heard her talk, my son is a bit of a fan. But I guess I just have never seen what makes her so special. Her anti-caring attitude. My son’s baby sitter was doing, that ages before she came along and she was honestly doing it better. And now she probably sees me and Amber as some roadblocks back to Bronx. Because you know how many people will want to see you and Bronx again if you lose to me? The answer is zero sweetie. Same goes if Amber finds a way to come through all this. So I know you’ll probably have some “who cares” about this match. But the more all of these people make me out to be a joke? The fall is only going to be THAT much bigger when I beat them. You think anyone is going to be walking around the back scared of Viduus any more? Even Johnny Evil who I pinned to win this belt hasn’t bounced back. You want to know the kind of fall Ana would take if Jett’s mom beat her? Long gone are the days of people caring to see Bronx vs Ana two. Keep building me into some after thought and when I beat you Ana? You’ll never be thought of again, just like your Fate championship."

Getting a bit feisty the more her happiness is taken apart. Snapping off at a girl that she’s honestly never even had an issue with just because people aren’t as happy for her as she thought they would be.

HARTMAN: "That’s one part of the equation. You and Amber Ryan haven’t exactly been cordial online."

CARMELLA: "I tried being kind to her. You know that Gabriel. I see some of these girls and I can’t help but at times feel like a mother. I see little Ana so scared of failure that she tries to not build up anything in her head. And I want to tell her, to just let that go and reach for the stars. Because she can achieve amazing things. I see Amber Ryan having her little goth stage in her life. And I want to help her. But at the end of the day that’s not what this is about, this is about me having to face them in the ring. And though I tried to be friendly with Amber Ryan, as equals. Two girls in a rare but accomplished company known as 4CW champion. She chose to kick me down, make it seem like I didn’t belong. I offered a friendly wedding gown match, she turned it down. And chose to instead try to bully me around just like Viduus. That’s what Amber is, a little bully. So that’s why I know that she’ll go after me in this match. I mean sure I am undefeated but she and Ana are two trained wrestlers...I shouldn’t be able to compete so Amber will focus on me. Why because that is what bullies do..."

Wanting to paint herself as the good guy again, something the fans have yet to really agree with thus far.

CARMELLA: "In reality...Both these girls should be out to prove something. For Ana she wants that Bronx match up again, so a win is needed. But does a win over little ol’ me do anything for that? And for Amber Ryan the current holder of the least cared about champion in 4CW. Will beating Jett’s mom as you all like to call me, really cement that fear that you so badly people want to feel about you Amber? I mean you turned on your partner in the middle of a tag team tournament to send some sort of message right. But does beating me really send a message? No. But you really desire to be at the top right Amber? Than why would you not just ignore me and go after Ana. Why wouldn’t you go after the belle of the ball right now Ana Hayden. Little Miss I beat Bronx. Cause you know what happens if you pin me Amber? People will say, ‘yeah but you didn’t actually real beat Ana’. But if you take out Ana? And you get that win? Goodbye Pride title hello 4CW Championship shot. Cause that’s all our goals at the end of the day right, whether we say it or not. So you can both pick on the weakling and get the victory. Or you can both try to go big game hunting and take out each other. A win could really cement yourselves at the top. I mean if I were to beat Ana and Amber...Where would you say that puts me Gabriel?"

Struggling to even imagine a scenario, Gabriel chuckles a bit before answering.

HARTMAN: "Well I mean, I guess it depends how..."

CARMELLA: "It doesn’t matter how. It just matters that I win, and if I beat them? Well guess what Gabriel you and everyone else will have to admit that I am pretty good at this. Because I am sure they’ll want to destroy each other. And I am sure they are going to decide at some point that taking me out will be the easy way out. But I keep finding  way Gabriel. And I’ll do that again, because at some point they’ll all just realize this game has never been about being the toughest. It’s about being the smartest. And this belt? May be the crazy people division in the past. But right now? It’s the only belt that’s been defended around here. And if they say that being a champion is defined by defending? Than I guess this champions three way...only includes one of them. And champions, always find a way. I plan to show them both that."

Walking off the set, forced to return to grab her belt before storming off angered by Gabriel raining on her parade. As she heads into another seemingly impossible situation against two of 4CW’s very best.

Adrenaline / On My Own
« on: September 06, 2017, 07:02:28 PM »

On My Own

We find ourselves in a hospital, hearing the loud sounds of a flatline. Depressing for anyone to hear as we find ourselves looking down at Luiz Cavalcante. Eyes closed, face battered. The flatline seemingly the end, until it further pans out to show a nurse slapping the side of the box. Only to kick it back into gear, showing a healthy heart beat.

NURSE: [color=166189]"Sorry about that noise, it should be better now."[/color]

Walking by Carmella Wilder who has a single cut under her eye. At least the only visible war wound from her first ever title defense earlier in the night. She has a hold of Luiz’s hand, gripping it sadly.

CARMELLA: "Luiz you have been a faithful security guard. You did what you were paid to do. And if you were awake right now, I would negotiate with you a pay raise. But that can wait for another time, I want to thank you for your many years of service. You have always been so loyal. I know that you have not always been a fan of Jett. But you have always been there for us, and it means the world that you were there for me against Viduus. He was a monster and together, we got rid of that monster for good. He is out of our lives forever, I just wish you were awake to celebrate this with me."

Reaching across to a nearby table where she grabs a single glass of champagne, to celebrate the occasion.

CARMELLA: "Here is to STILL being the champion."

Downing it, proudly as she finishes it and starts to pour herself another glass. The Extreme title now seen next to him on the bed.

CARMELLA: "I mean it may not have been the way we drew it up. I didn’t exactly think that the entire world would have to see my breasts. I didn’t think that they would have to see my little friend either. But you know what? Champions are not defined by how they do it, they are defined by the fact THAT they do it. And I did it, I defended this belt. The belt that everyone thought I was a joke for even putting my name in the hat for. And now I am tied for the most title defenses in the company. The plan was supposed to go a lot smoothly but at the end of the night, Viduus is out there somewhere crying off all his make up. And guess what? Mine is still flawless. All thanks to you Luiz. With help from Perry...Actually I mean...Really who did the damage?"

Thinking to herself, as she shrugs her shoulders. Forgetting that Perry and Luiz were the ones that took some of the damage for her. Instead thinking about the final blow that she herself landed to end it.

CARMELLA: "I mean I guess it was sort of me that landed the fire extinguisher shot. I mean it was me that pinned Johnny Evil to win the belt as well. I am sort of undefeated right now. Did Perry really help me? I mean he just took a Powerbomb. No offense Luiz but all you really did was take a few punches."

Looking over at Luiz whose face remains a bloody pulp, still unresponsive even as Carmella questions how much of an impact he had.

CARMELLA: "I mean how many people can really say they have had two matches and won both of them? I mean the list of people in that Extreme Roulette was impressive. And now Viduus? He struck terror in the hearts of everyone in the back. And now he’s gone? I mean maybe I am pretty darn good. Maybe I can hang around here. They all saw me as a weakling. But I took advantage of all those other men’s hate and need to be alpha to become the champion. And Viduus? I used his anger to get the best of him. And now he’s in the rear view mirror. I mean what is really scarier than Viduus? Andre Holmes? Christy Chaos? Iceberg? I can beat any of them. Who is really that scary...Dakota Smith?"

At first laughing when she mentions the other names, she has a momentary fit of fear when she accidentally mentions one that actually has always frightened her to the core.

CARMELLA: "Whatever. They are all just people after all. And I have entered two of the craziest situations. Two seemingly unwinnable situations. And I have walked out with the Extreme Championship both times...I AM the Extreme Champion. And I deserve it. You know what Luiz. Team Wilder deserves this. You will get better, and you will get stronger. And the next time I am faced with a challenge? We will find a way yet again.Because that is what we do, we win when nobody else thinks that we can. That is what Wilder’s do. And that’s what we’ll continue to do."

Stopping as she toasts the air one more time swallowing down another big drink of the celebratory champagne. As the door opens and in walks Jett Wilder looking as though he has just returned from a bit of a cry. Looking over at him a bit confused as she sets her drink Carmella walks over.

CARMELLA: "There, there. He is going to be all right."

Leaning and pulling Jett into her, shoulder. As Jett shakes his head.

JETT: ”They are going to put him down aren’t they mom."

At first pulling away, wanting to be shocked that her son just said that. She shakes her head, no.

CARMELLA: "No Jett that’s not how this works. He’ll be fine, he’ll just be on vacation..,"

Turning towards Luiz now, forming a smile as if she is about to throw him a gift.

CARMELLA: "Paid vacation. For a few weeks.."

Carmella rubs Jett’s head, as he breathes a sigh of relief. Realizing his fear’s that the family security guard was not in fact going to be put down.

JETT: ”Oh thank God. Luiz you aren’t getting put down!"

Rushing over to the side of the bed as Carmella now walks towards the exit, walking with a lot of pride for a girl whose breasts and private time toy were just exposed live on air. Grabbing out her phone as she walks to the corner of the room away from Jett who celebrates alongside Luiz.

CARMELLA: "Hey Perry, how you feeling...babe."

Checking over her shoulder to make sure that Jett is out of ear range for her to say this. As she waits for whatever unseen remark Perry made along with his complaint. Ignoring him in her current state of confidence.

CARMELLA: "Well you are doing better than Luiz. He may be gone for weeks. But you know what? I don’t need any more security. I don’t need a show off. I am ready to go, give me the best you got.."

Probably a little caught off guard by her sudden stream of confidence. Coming from coming through her worst nightmare only to remain the champion. As Perry responds with what can only be an ok, along with some sort of invite to face him as they continue to talk. As we pan across to Team Wilder now, one member short. But in the corner the Extreme title, still showing the name...Wilder.

Bad Company III / Fighting A Monster 2
« on: August 24, 2017, 11:25:47 PM »

Fighting A Monster 2

Coming back from the cliffhanger that was from the first video. We find ourselves with a smirking Jett, having just pronounced himself a replacement for the Headline bout. But as we quickly pan to Carmella she does not seem exactly to go along with that idea. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

CARMELLA: "Jett I have tried talking to Perry. I have tried every excuse in the book but he is not going to let me out of this...Plus we already did that once I don’t think it’ll work again."

His smirk now gone as Jett rubs his chin, now on the opposite side of where his mom was heading into Extreme Roulette. Wanting to be able to help her out.

JETT: ”We’ll figure something out mom, we always come up with something. Let me go brainstorm a bit, while I Facetime with Tiff."

Jett rolls out while getting on his phone, as Carmella leans back again realizing how deep she is into this now. Finally letting out a sigh, seeming to have accepted her face.

CARMELLA: "Let’s do this."


We come into the scene, again looking like the surroundings of every past hardcore champions dreams. On one table we first find ourselves looking at a bat covered in barb wire. Than next to it a chain, wrapped into a noose. Than a pair of brass knuckles pre-covered in blood. As it pans out we see that across the way we can see another table full of it’s assortment of weapons as well. Out from the shadows comes Carmella Wilder dressed in a long flowing black robe, doing her full best to look intimidating. Walking through the weapons, having realized that being scared is no longer going to benefit her. Realizing if she is going to go down, she may as well do so swinging.

CARMELLA: "Viduus, Viduus, Viduus."

Clearly having studied some tape, trying her best to seem scary. Complete with a darker shade of makeup than usual, to complete the full hardcore look.

CARMELLA: "You and everyone else seem to think this is a foregone conclusion. That little ol’ me doesn’t stand a chance against a monster like you. I mean you won the belt for a reason right? You won the belt by being the most ruthless, savage, scary being that existed in 4CW. That’s saying a lot considering the type of freaks that rule this show. The type of wildlings that walk the halls of the locker room. And than...You know this division it really suits you. You get to play with the fire that you like so much. You don’t have to adhere to the rules that would generally hold you back in a normal match. A guy like you? You aren’t a guy the company ever wants to hitch their wagon to. Why? Because you are unpredictable. You are not reliable. Because even though they pretend to all want violence, they don’t want to see anyone really hurt. That’s bad for business. Bronx versus Manny? That is safe. But you? You they can stash away in the freak division, the crazies division. And no longer, do they have to worry about you doing anything crazy. Cause after all, that’s what the Extreme division is."

Walking along the other table, Carmella now finds herself looking at a kendo stick. Hoisting it up, looking at the camera doing her best to look truly intimidating by slowly sliding her hand up it. But rather than looking like some hardcore woman, she ends up looking like she is stroking the weapon. Before setting it down, without being any wiser.

CARMELLA: "But you’ll never be up there with Bronx. You’ll never be THE guy. That’s why you are after me, because you realize this is your home. This is your safety zone. Being part of the freak show that is the 4CW Extreme division. A division that has prided itself on being home to some of the bloodiest, most savage type of fights. Classics not because of how good at wrestling they are, but because of how good at tearing each other they are. There is a comfort for you in this and from what I hear? Comfort is something you’ve needed a lot of ever since mommy left. So you found it in the pain of fighting, you found the flames to be what would never leave. They would never extinguish and go away, not like your mom. So long as you kept them lit. But after all that she did leave didn’t she. And that’s why it must truly annoy you seeing me with my boy Jett. A loving mother stepping in to go to bat for him, when he was hurt. But where was your mommy Viduus? Where was your mommy to go to bat for you? Where was mommy when little Viduus needed to cry?"

While not at all seeming intimidating with her actions, her words coming out with vicious intent. As she now walks to the next item. This being a weedwacker, one she looks at confused. Clearly never having had to use one before.

CARMELLA: "Your mommy wasn’t there for you. And hearing you say that? It made me realize that maybe it isn’t about the belt. Maybe it isn’t about the fact I am the champion. Maybe it’s all just about getting back at your mom who never cared. But you know what won’t help you Viduus? Doing harm to me. Because no matter how much you try to imagine her I can only imagine, atrocious looking face on my beautiful one? It’s not really going to be her. Because you know that nurturing feeling of a mother’s hug...That is long gone for you."

Seeming to be going fully burn all bridges at this point, Carmella seeming to have abandoned all hopes of keeping him calm and hoping to verbally beat him.

CARMELLA: "So I get how hard it must be every time you walk backstage, with your brother. Both of you forced to have to look at Jett and I. A loving happy mother and son duo who accomplished so much. I mean can you name a mom and son duo who won belts like we have? I bet you can’t. And you know that must really hurt. Seeing all that we accomplished...TOGETHER. So I understand why you, refuse to admit that I am beautiful. You no longer can find the beauty in any other mother. And can I blame you? Not at all. If your mom mistreated you, you should hold it against her. But at least you have your brother, the Speaker as he likes to call himself. Little did we all know that every monster, has it’s weak spots. And maybe momma is gone but your protective brother? He’s still around. And that means that this monster we all made you out to be? This monster with no love in his heart? That whole illusion is now gone, replaced with you...the little brother..."

Walking across from those table back to the other side, Carmella attempts to slide on the brass knuckles. But before she can form a fist they slide off, too big for her hand.

CARMELLA: "That little secret it’s out now. And with it, comes a little chink in the armor. I went out of my way to try to help my son, and I know that you two will do the same for one another. But then again...That does show me that there is a heart in that tough exterior. You are just two little boys whose parents were not there for them when they needed them the most. And now what did you become? One of you the sidekick speaker the other a creepy, make up wearing wrestler who fights for a living. A guy that threatens the life of an innocent mother... I am sure deep down that you Viduus don’t want to be this way. I am sure when you were a kid, you wanted to be a football player. Maybe you wanted to go to college. But you didn’t have parents to lead you...You didn’t intend to be the freak. It just happened along the way. Why? Because you were led by a big brother. A brother who was scorned by his parents. A brother who was forced into becoming an adult at way too young of an age. A young man who should have been finding a date to prom. Instead? He was raising another angry little boy. And together that anger sparked, flames growing. And now years later? You find yourself in love with these type of items..."

Carmella now holds up the chain, having troubles just hoisting it up probably not a good sign of things to come.

CARMELLA: "Cause you both decided that if you two were going to be in pain? So should everyone else. So you became what you are today and you found the perfect way to give out that pain. By becoming the Extreme Champion. Fighting in matches where anything goes...Where all these weapons are at your disposal. But you know what? That is not the Extreme Champion I am going to be..."

Shaking her head as she attempts to touch the barb wire to look cool, pulling it away when she realizes what barbwire feels like for the first time. Licking her finger of the blood that she accidently caused herself.

CARMELLA: "I am not going to become a savage just to fight with savages. I am going to use this little thing I call a brain. The same brain that led me into that Extreme Roulette match. And while you and all the other savages ripped each other apart. I waited in the wings watching it all. Unable to believe that all of you knew the same thing as me. That the main event? It meant the end. There was a timer. And that buzzer meant whoever had the belt last? Was champion. Yet rather than waiting what did you all do? You scratched and clawed. You took years off each other lives. And for what in the end? Nothing. Because I came into that match with a game plan. And that game plan? It led me to being able to pin Johnny Evil. And that is where I will manage to be a better champion than all of you. I don’t need to be able to use a kendoll stick or whatever it’s called. I don’t need any of those cool light things that shatter. Nope all I need is this little thing called a brain. Something that the likes of past champions; Dakota, Sativa, and especially you Viduus. Have all lacked. This doesn’t have to be the Extreme division, it can be the extremely smart division. So you know what? I can admit to you and everyone else I am scared heading into this match. These items around me? They are scary!"

Even just standing around them is enough to creep Carmella out, as she leaves them behind instead taking a few steps forward towards the camera.

CARMELLA: ”But I realized that being scared wasn’t going to be the thing that saves me. And sure I could just exit the match and give up my belt. But you know what I realized Viduus? I kind of like being a champion. In the courtroom? I liked being on the winning side. But one match in? Being undefeated. I have to admit, I kind of liked that to. Matter of fact I really liked it. And it sort of made me realize something Viduus. I sort of see why you liked this thing..."

Saying this as she walks up the final table this a small one, with only the Extreme Championship sitting on top of it. She runs her hand across the top, knowing how much Viduus will surely hate seeing this.

CARMELLA: "There is a special feeling that comes with being the champion. And I get why my son loved it when he was Pride Champion. And I see why he was willing to fight injured before I stepped in for him. These belts? They have a funny allure to them that I can’t quite explain. And I find myself enjoying it’s touch, I like that when I check into a flight. And they scan my luggage I get to show them my pretty little belt. And instead of seeing me as a big pair of tits, they see me as a champion. That’s a good feeling...I can see why you were willing to threaten my life to get it back. Am I that crazy? No. But you know what it made me crazy enough to decide that rather than abandoning ship and leaving this belt. I would enter this match with you. And even though it may mean some scars and some hurt...At least it will mean that I have a chance to defend my belt. And I want you to remember that Viduus...It is mine. And while I may be a gigantic underdog in this one, and I know most are going to expect a bloodbath. You know what they said when I stepped in that Extreme Roulette? They called me crazy. They called me stupid. But at the end of the night they called me a champion. Why? Because I had a plan. Because every situation has a way out. You see that’s the lawyer in me. I am used to monsters whether I be against them...or with them. And you know that every monster while scary from afar? When you get close to them. They all have weaknesses. And there is always a way...And you know what I found with a lot of time spent in the courtroom? Sometimes the scariest people, the worst types...They want to get caught."

Saying this as she now, touches the front portion of the belt. Enjoying taunting Viduus with every touch.

CARMELLA: "That’s why they give little clues. And sometimes they just plain mess up and give away the one thing that you can hurt them with. The one thing they love...So maybe you’ll tear me apart like you want. Or maybe, just maybe I’ll find a way to avoid that. And maybe just maybe I’ll have a plan that gets me from being a lamb led to slaughter. To being the champion...STILL. Because I already beat you once, and now you stand there alone. No belt with your brother by his side. And deep down he is a bit ashamed. But just imagine mommy seeing what you have become. Now imagine what she will think, what your brother will think? If the big bad Viduus loses to little ol’ me. What will they say than Viduus?"

Reaching down now wanting every word to sting hoping that will cause some sort of mistake from Viduus in the long run.

CARMELLA: "So you know how you been faced with abandonment? Your daddy left you. And that’s sad. Your brother if you lose? He might be next. But just think about this Viduus. If I win...You know what? When I win. Just know that your life of abandonment? It will continue. This time in the form of this Extreme Championship."

Holding it on her shoulder, proudly patting it a few times.

CARMELLA: "Because all that pain that set you down this path? It’s only going to get worse. Cause guess what? This belt isn’t coming home either."

Bad Company III / Fighting A Monster 1
« on: August 20, 2017, 04:06:06 AM »

Fighting A Monster 1

We find ourselves coming into a scene with a burning flame, center camera. Taking up the entirety of the screen. As one has to wonder what Viduus and his speaker will say next. Slowly though the camera pans out and one flame becomes two and we realize that it is a string of candles. Than even farther we pan out until we see that sitting in the middle of it all is Carmella Wilder wearing just a towel around her body. Laying face down in a tranquil candle lit room, having clearly just gotten a massage. Not exactly the extreme opening that one might expect.

CARMELLA: "Oh that was wonderful Nicole. You really are amazing at this."

Looking off camera at a Nicole a heavier set woman, who gives her a thumbs up.

NICOLE: ”Thank you, anything I can do to help. Best of luck with your match, I am pulling for you. That guy is scary though...”

Seeming to be a regular at this establishment, Carmella rolls off the table. The towel wrapped around her blocking everything from the fans at home. Seeming to be trying to stay relaxed the best she can.

CARMELLA: "You know I am really trying not to think about it too much. I mean it’s kind of unfair that I should HAVE to defend it against Viduus in the first place. He’s not even the most recent champion. I mean I beat Johnny Evil for this belt, shouldn’t he be the one getting his shot? It’s not fair, but you know what there is no reason to stress out about all of this now. I just got an amazing massage, I won a title in my very first ever match. My son is healthy again. Most importantly he didn’t get involved with that Extreme Roulette in the first place. Things are good for me."

Having walked to the bathroom during this stretch. Talking to Nicole who waits outside, not seeming to really give a damn at all. Just forced to listen to this all, as she waits for her payment.

CARMELLA: "I mean how could life be any better? I have an amazing Boss. I am a great lawyer. And now I am even a champion...How could things be any better for me?"

After a few moments Carmella emerges having changed into a pair of sweats and a tank top. Clearly taking this relaxation thing to the fullest.

NICOLE: ”Yeah I don’t usually watch the whole wrestling thing but since you’ve become a client. I tuned in a few times. And that Viduus guy is horrifying, a real monster...I don’t envy you..”

Annoyed by the constant reminders of the situation that Carmella has now gotten herself into. She makes a b-line for the cash on a nearby table. Leaving behind ten dollars that seemed to be part of the tip now that she is upset. She hands it off to Nicole and ushers her towards the door.

CARMELLA: "I’ll be fine."

Rushing her out the door as she hands her the money, waving goodbye as she quickly closes the door behind her before Nicole can finish saying goodbye. She stops taking a big deep sigh, and putting on a big smile.

CARMELLA: "Bad Company isn’t for a week. I have so much time to come up with a plan, I’ll be fine."

Trying her best to give herself a pep talk as she turns the corner, down the hall of the Wilder household turning to Jett’s room.

CARMELLA: "Hey Jett I am going to have a pizza delivered, do you want the usual cheesy crust with extra pepperoni."

As she is finished she comes to realize Jett isn’t in the house, something that catches her off guard. As she trudges off to her phone looking down to read a text from her son reading ‘Went to dinner with Tiff’. As she continues to put on a smile, trying not  to let anything get her down as she has her meltdown.

CARMELLA: "I mean Viduus has lost matches before, he is not unbeatable. I mean sure he beat two fully grown men a few weeks ago. But that doesn’t mean that he isn’t beatable. Plenty of people have beaten him before. He isn’t some huge man like he only has like eighty pounds on me. But girls like Marquis, Amber Ryan they overcome that all the time. I’ll be fine, I alway have a plan!"

Trying to really talk herself into all this but failing. As she plops down in the couch, setting her phone down in front of her. As she takes another big deep breath, before blowing out one of the candles. She seems to be just getting comfortable when, her phone goes off starting her. As she reaches to see the name on the caller ID. ‘Perr Bear’

CARMELLA: "About time you called me back! This is not fair. You have to change it, you have to. Viduus is a freak, he is not going to play fair. I tried to have a fun little make up challenge and he still can only talk about doing bad things. He threatened to tear my skin off. Do you even understand how long it took to get this perfect tan? It was not easy! This is not fair, this Bad Company is supposed to be about the tag team titles. Why should I have to defend?! This isn’t right, you are mistreating me as one of your champions. I should be given special treatment, I am an older woman. All these young champions like Bronx can wrestle all the time but I need time to recharge. I want the match postponed! I want Viduus to have to earn his shot. Why does he just auto get a rematch? That isn’t fair. I mean what about all the other hard working talent out there. That Iceberg guy looks promising, how about I fight him instead? I mean of all people, you should want to help me! What with what we have been doing lately. But instead you're tossing me to Viduus? If I didn’t know any better you are trying to get rid of me. Is this why we haven’t heard from Kaysie? What did you send her to whatever dungy hole Viduus lives in? And what is this about Falls Count Anywhere? You said when we talked it would be a match that benefited me! HOW DOES THAT BENEFIT ME?!"

Having a full on meltdown talking at a hundred miles per hour, with no real sense of direction. Perry most likely having set the phone down at some point mid-way though. Carmella only really stopping due to having to get a breath. Allowing Perry to reply, a reply that doesn’t seem to calm her down.

CARMELLA: "A inferno match? A first blood match? I don’t even know what those are Perry. But just allowing him to pin me anywhere doesn’t seem any better. What if he takes me backstage? I mean do you have any idea how many random chairs there are backstage. For no good reason. And how do we know that the Speaker won’t get involved? Honestly he should be banned from the arena. I am sure you will at least get that done for me. Oh wait, I forgot you apparently don’t care if Viduus takes me out! Apparently you don’t care if Viduus tears me limb from limb. Cause this is all just a game for all of you. Wrestling isn’t supposed to be some blood match, it’s supposed to be fun.Why does the Extreme title HAVE to have some weird stipulation along with it. I am sure the Showtime execs wouldn’t mind less violence and more pretty, hard working, motherly figures having fun. The Extremely fun Championship. What do you and everyone else have a problem with that for? Do we have to have such violence? That Extreme Roulette match probably took years of their lives. I am trying to save you having to pay medical bills Perry. How much did that roulette match cost you? I bet tons on insurance. We can get rid of all that, just fun pillow fight matches! Nobody has to get hurt, this body? This body doesn’t have to get messed up."

Saying that clearly to imply something to him, as she shakes her head. Trying again to maintain her zen state, but a reply from Perry. One that we can only expect to be a poorly timed sexual reference from Perry sets her off.

CARMELLA: "There won’t be any of that until you figure something out! I am not going to go in there and risk my life for no reason. I won this belt, and I did it to help my son. Because he wanted the Wilder name on the belt. But you know what? He doesn’t want to see my name on a casket. So MAYBE I’ll just hand this belt in. Maybe I’ll just walk away as the champion altogether. This whole company is a bunch of crazy people anyways. You know what people have held this belt before me? Sativa, Viduus, Jason Cashe, Dakota Smith, and the most offensive of all Sonny Lee. This belt finally is held by a person with some class, a real beauty. And you are in a hurry to throw me into some match where Viduus can drag me around an arena full of lord knows what. Maybe I’ll just throw this Extreme title in the trash. Maybe I’ll just take it and go wrestle in that CWC company. Maybe you won’t ever get to see me or my belt again. Than what are you all going to do? This belt will go from being the most prestigious it’s ever been. To TRASH!”

Despite not really having much leverage, Carmella in her current state of fear as the days draw closer. Seeming ready to toss in the towel now, to get out of what many expect to be a brutal one sided beating. Before Perry can even realize she has stopped her ranting, she jumps right back in. Not seeming to really realize that everyone already finds the fact she is holding the belt to be a bit of a black eye on the title’s history already.

CARMELLA: "And you know what? I like being the star. I was born to be in front of an audience. Whether it be a court audience and the jury. Or in that ring in front of all of my fans. But you know why they boo every time I am out there? Because they are mad about my treatment as the champion, they want you to hear their disapproval. They want you to know exactly what they think about how you have not had my best interest in mind. They want the Extremely FUN division. But you won’t give it to them, you won’t give it to me."

Stopping for a moment to angrily push a pillow off the couch, as Perry responds seeming to be on the opposite end of that argument.

CARMELLA: "Whatever. I’ll figure it out. Bye."

Carmella hangs up on him throwing the phone next to her on the couch. Seeming to have a little bit of remorse with how she treated Perry. As she lays back in the chair again, trying to settle herself. Working through some breathing exercises, having to catch up after that long angry rant.

CARMELLA: "You can do this."

Once again closing her eyes, that relaxation from her massage now a thing of the past. Suddenly the sound of the front door crashing open, pops her to her feet. As she grabs a pillow, hiding behind it the best she can. Perhaps seeming to think that Viduus has come to get her early. Seeming to have accepted her fate.

JETT: ”Mom! How come you never told me about sushi!"

Her tenseness easing when she realizes that it isn’t Viduus after all. As she tosses the camera back on the couch to avoid showing her fears to Jett.

JETT: ”Tiff took me to this place, had sushi. It was awesome."

Carmella seeming a bit caught off guard by this, having to go through this motherly losing time to her son’s girlfriend for the first time.

CARMELLA: "I’ve tried to get you to eat sushi before. But you were always worried it was Nemo and you wouldn’t eat it..."

JETT: ”Yeah but Tiff said it wasn’t, so I had some. Was awesome."

Jett tosses his keys to the house onto the counter, tossing his hat next to it. Both most likely to have to be picked up by someone else later. Carmella starting to ease up, taking another deep breath.

JETT: ”You ok mom? It’s not really Nemo was it? I would be so mad if she tricked me."

Shaking her head no as Carmella seeming to have accepted the fact that this is a no win situation seems to have accepted defeat.

CARMELLA: "It’s not that Jett, it wasn’t Nemo. But listen it’s about this match with Viduus. I have just been giving it some thought..."

Looking around and seeing the candles Jett speaks up before his mom can finish.

JETT: ”Wait have you been touching that fire to build up an immunity? Cause I was totally going to suggest this as one of our training methods. Start small with a candle like this and eventually work our way up..."

Ignoring her son’s ludacris idea, as she shakes her head just blurting it out.

CARMELLA: "I think I am going to pull out of the match. I mean Viduus is crazy. And I thought about just laying down, but he seems like the type that wouldn’t let me get off that easy. And I did low blow him a few weeks back and he won’t forget that. So I don’t think I can just like give up. I would try to run but I mean falls count anywhere...So that won’t really even help. I just think it’s for the best."

Seeming to be devastated by the news that his mom was going to give up. After all they have gone through, he knew that the Wilder’s always have a plan.

JETT: ”But, but you are a champion..."

CARMELLA: "I know and listen I see why you like all this. It’s fun being out there, and all that. And you know it does sort of feel nice being the headliner for this show. But I am not cut out for this, I am an older woman. I don’t weigh much. I only took a few self defense classes. And Viduus? He is crazy. I think it’s the best for all of us if I just hand this belt in to Perry. And I stay your manager. I was going to call Perry now..."

Seeming to have fully given up, in her own mind. Carmella waits for Jett to accept that fact but he shakes his head. Not willing to let it go.

JETT: ”Wait, wait, wait. What if we tell Perry something else...What if we tell Perry that you got hurt. You got a concussion falling out of the bathtub."

Seeming to like the idea thus far Carmella seems to mull it over.

JETT: ”And then we’ll tell him that at Bad Company it will not be Carmella vs Viduus. It will be...JETT...WILDER! Versus Viduus for the Extreme Championship!"

Eyes wide with a big smirk on his face, as he throws out the old switcheroo idea yet again But before we can see what exactly happens next the following words appear in big font.

To Be Continued

Adrenaline / Love Games
« on: August 02, 2017, 04:46:09 PM »

Love Games

Heading inside a gym somewhere in Australia, where Jett Wilder has found a way to avoid all the F.A.G. fans from down under. At least long enough to get some much needed training in before trying his hand at Bad Company the yearly tournament of tag teams in 4CW. Walking around as usual needing to be in a location where he can take a few looks at himself in the mirror. Looking up and down his outfit, to make sure he still looks fly.

JETT: ”Tag team wrestling, my old Achilles. You can do this, Jett. You can win this thing. Matter of fact you CAN win a tag match."

Mentioning his historic run of bad luck, or rather inability to ever win a tag team match in 4CW. Whether it be teaming with the likes of Bronx, Marquis, Luiz or anyone else. Though often mostly over confident heading into singles matches, finding himself having a hard time even hyping himself up on a tag match at this point.

JETT: ”Sureeeee! You haven’t had the best of luck. Sure you even found a way to lose with your BFF, your bodyguard, and everyone else. But Japan still happened, you still wrecked that tourney with Bryan Laughlin. Sure he is not my partner. And sureeeeee DJ may have gone missing just to avoid being in a tag match with you. You know what? Na that dude couldn’t hang. I told him from the start, I want my money back. Cookies n’ Cream was a dumb idea anyways. He gone now, who cares...You got a much better partner. Your girlfriend..."

Jett nods his head, then closes his eyes rubbing his hands over his head stressing out.

JETT: ”What if you let her down like Luiz and all my other tag team partners have let me down? Or how I let down Marquis? She is my girl, she is special. What if she gets hurt? What if she gets hurt and Tara blames it on me? Will I even end up being Godfather now that Eli is clearly too weak to do so. I can’t let her down, what if she loses and is upset? It’s her debut. She needs this win."

Stressing himself, eyes covered by his hand which conveniently block him from seeing Tiffani Michaels behind him listening to all of this. Dressed as well to get some training in, listening to all this. Until Jett looks back up at the mirror seeing him behind, and smoothly goes into the arm swirls that everyone pretends helps them before a workout.

JETT: ”Two hundred and forty two, two hundred forty three, ohhh hey Tiff."

Doing his best to play it off, as she just chuckles and laughs. Even though in his head most likely thinking it would make him look cool, she takes it as him being playful most likely.

TIFF: ”That worried about little ol’ me?"

Tiffani walks around him, as he drops his arms having been caught in the act.

JETT: ”Listen I just haven't exactly had much success in tag matches. I don’t really know why. Alone? I can kick butt. But put me with anyone and it seems like my tag team partners have had a history of letting me down. You can never let me down, but I just worry what if I let you down? I let Marquis down and she is my friend. And this is like couples night on Adrenaline. Feels like an episode of Fear Factor. Got you and I. Got Kae and Bry Laugh. Got Lyza and Brandon. And you got Bryan and Marquis. And there is always that sort of feel about Fear Factor where if your couple don’t last till the end you ain’t legit. Now listen, I know Lyza a girly girl. So she fitting to go out as soon as they drop them worms in the little basket. So they out first. No doubt. My boy Bry thrives in worms and the rest will cope. Than you got the eating challenge. Now I know they probably got some gross foods over in Ireland, so she good. Bry and I ate McDonald’s for ninety weeks straight in Japan. So he good. Marquis will power through by throwing it up. But BWill? He got a weak stomach can tell. He going to cost them. Than it’s just us and Baelin. Stupid rip off name off Wildlin but I digress. We going to be in that final up in the air challenge. Always got some helicopter non-sense. I dig heights. Bry and Kae they going to fall apart. We going to win, no doubt about it but..."

Jett going on an extreme Fear Factor rant out of nowhere, Tiff being caught off guard by it a bit. Also finding out just how big a fan of Fear Factor Jett is.

JETT: ”There is always that couple that loses and you can just tell, Fear Factor just ended their relationship. What if that is us..."

Seeming like that is the worst possible scenario possible on Fear Factor as Tiffani walks over looking to comfort him holding his hand.

TIFF: ”It won’t be. Like you said, we’ll be the winners. And you know I can hang in the ring right?"

She nudges his arm, flirtingly something it’s clear Jett hasn’t really mastered yet as he nods his head.

JETT: ”Babe, I could tag team with Jesus and still have a chance to lose."
Seeming more worried than usual given that generally he didn’t care about losing with his tag team partner. Tiffani walking over to him and spinning his arm behind his back in an instant cranking but softly.

TIFF: ”See? I am quick."

Jett laughing as he doesn’t seem really phased, not pulling away yet.

JETT: ”I know that we can beat them, I mean this Brandon Banks guy isn’t even the best wrestler in his family. You know there are at least ten people that checked the website and saw Banks and got real excited until they realized it wasn’t Felicity. And he’s teaming with Ms. Sunshine and Rainbows herself. His girl. And sure he is a Hall of Famer, sure he has been a big deal else where. But he is unproven in 4CW and that’s all that really matters. He thinks he’s going to come in here and have the same impact his sister did? Nope."

Jett attempts to spin out but Tiffani reacting quickly dives down rolling him up. Before a three count he bounces back to his feet now returning the favor with a choke hold probably tighter than he should in a play fight.

JETT: ”He and his girl aren’t coming here and beating us on our ground. He may be on the roster now and he may want to make noise. But he ain’t going to do it at our expense. We are the power couple around here, not any of them. And even though Bry and I are pals, we will beat them if needed. I may be pals with Felicity but not that close anymore she aint around anymore. Brandon will soon find out why, cause she may have gotten to the top but she couldn’t maintain it. And she bailed. We’ll make him leave a lot quicker. Even if it means picking on the clear cut weak link of their team...Lyza. Just like his sister, Lyza found out the hard way how 4CW rolls, And she took her ball and went home as well. This tourney is ours for the taking cause guess we don’t have a weak link. We the real deal...we are good company not bad company. And we are going to win this tourney."

Having exchanged a few small maneuvers, during the time Jett was talking. Out of nowhere he gets his foot swept and Tiffani ends up on top of him. Shutting him up, as the two share a moment now no longer about the match now looking at each other in the eyes. And either it is imagined or someone in the gym has picked a random song to pump iron to. As you can almost hear the faintest sounds of “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”

JETT: ”Tiff..."

The two looking like they are about to kiss until Jett sweeps her out of nowhere catching her off guard. As he holds her down for a moment before bouncing up to his feet.

JETT: ”Got you!"

Not even seeming to realize the Simba moment he just ruined for himself. As he celebrates away, as she takes a second sitting up unable to believe he just did that. At this point likely used to it, and only having to get more used to it as they try their hand at a relationship and a tag tourney.

Non-Active Talent / Carmella Wilder
« on: July 23, 2017, 08:10:18 PM »

NAME: Carmella Wilder
NICKNAME: Jett's Mom
DATE OF BIRTH:   April 28, 1978
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 115 Pounds
BILLED FROM: Los Angeles, CA
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "Roar" by Katy Perry
PICBASE: Denise Milani
TWITTER HANDLE: @Carmella_Wilder

Loving mother of Jett Wilder, very high maintenance. Not a willing fighter.

Yoga Pants, Sports Bra.


  • Running
  • Closed Eyes Punch
  • Low Blow
  • DDT

  • Scooting Away on her butt
  • Crawling away in fear
  • Begging not to be hit

  • Most of the match

  • Over celebrating small moves

Did That Land?: A hook kick she learned in karate, eyes closed
Lawyer Up: Begs not to be hit than cheap shots with a slap

Swag Splash: Frog Splash from the top rope w/ taunting.
My Son Taught Me This: Running Lariat

The mother of former Pride Champion Jett Wilder. Was his long time manager however stepped up while he was injured to compete in the Extreme Roulette Frenzy. She ended up sneaking in right at the end to win the belt at the buzzer and now finds herself having to compete to defend the belt. Though enjoying all the attention it brings outside the ring, equally hating the attention it brings inside of it.

  • 4CW Extreme Championship (#x)

The sounds of Katy Perry's "Roar" hits as a song generally made to pump people up. Instead leads to some boos as from the back comes Carmella Wilder the mother of Jett Wilder. Wearing some yoga pants, a sports bra, and normal sneakers her workout gear from her spin classes. Now her in ring gear as she walks out, with tons of energy. Smiling as she walks from one side of the ring, waving to the other. Walking down towards the ring now with some pep in her step Luiz a ways behind her coming to ringside.

POWERS: "Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by  Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen five pounds and standing five feet, four inches tall! CARMELLA WWIILLDDEERR!!!""

Turning up the steel steps is where it seems to get real for her, as she starts to slow down. The smile now gone as she steps through the two bottom ropes. Trying to do her best acting job by throwing up both arms in the air to seem confident. But seeming less ready to roar, more ready to meow. As she backs into the corner figuratively and literally waiting on her opponent.

The sounds of Katy Perry's "Roar" hits as a song generally made to pump people up. Instead leads to some boos as from the back comes Carmella Wilder the mother of Jett Wilder. Wearing some yoga pants, a sports bra, and normal sneakers her workout gear from her spin classes. Now her in ring gear as she walks out, with tons of energy. Smiling as she walks from one side of the ring, waving to the other. Walking down towards the ring now with some pep in her step Luiz a ways behind her coming to ringside.

POWERS: "Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by  Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen five pounds and standing five feet, four inches tall! She is the 4CW Extreme Champion, CARMELLA WWIILLDDEERR!!!""

Turning up the steel steps is where it seems to get real for her, as she starts to slow down. The smile now gone as she steps through the two bottom ropes. Trying to do her best acting job by throwing up both arms in the air to seem confident. But seeming less ready to roar, more ready to meow. As she backs into the corner figuratively and literally waiting on her opponent.

Adrenaline / Survival
« on: July 10, 2017, 02:15:12 AM »


JETT: ”You did it! That is awesome."

We come into the scene at a hotel room in one of the many big casino’s in Las Vegas. Jett is standing with his mother Carmella who is holding the Extreme title handing it over to her son as he hoists it over his shoulder feeling it out.

CARMELLA: "I know, it was a wild night. But just like I told you, we always know when to pick our spots. And that loser Johnny Evil that has talked so much trash? He got what he had coming to him. And Viduus? He left empty handed just like we both said he would. Told you he is not some big bad monster to be scared of, we can take him out. And just like you wanted, that belt has a Wilder name plate..."

Jett takes it off his shoulder, looking at the nameplate smirking as he hands it back to his mother.

JETT: ”Told you all that prep, in the house. The Cashe gross homeless wig, the puppet, the candle. It all made you ready for what was to come. I couldn’t be happier for you mom! Thanks for stepping in for me."

Jett leans in hugging his mother, the two now sharing a bond as champions in 4CW history. A bond that no mother and son ever have or will likely ever again feel.

JETT: ”I just hope that people don’t use this to pretend that I should be hurt by it. You are my mother. OF COURSE I am happy that you win. And who was it that asked you to step in? Me. I know that it is crazy to even assume that there are people that stupid, or that slow to think I am mad that you won. Or somehow jealous. I know that there are a lot of people that for some reason don’t have good relationships with their family that find it odd we care about each other. But it was my idea for you to even step in for me. I just know that nobody's that dumb."

Jett laughs while stopping to look at the camera as if knowingly expecting that somehow there are people that are going to be that daft. Carmella continuing to hold her belt with pride, though looking like she was at a spa day the entire day with not a scratch on her.

CARMELLA: "I know that you would have done great if you were fit to compete. But now this belt? This is my belt. And I know that you and I are not going to compete over it anytime soon. Because you know that I never really wanted you in the Extreme division. Let me handle facing Evil, Viduus and the weirdo’s of the roster. You? You are a former Pride champion. And while I think you would have no problem going after that Pride title again and taking out Amber Ryan. And if you wanted that Fate title? A win over that weird Ana girl? Totally obtainable. But I don’t think you need to face anyone that Bryan has had a weird relationship with in the past. And while I think that you and DJ are going to make a fantastic team. And can take those Tag Team titles in that tournament. I know that right now is your moment. Right now is your time and we are both going to be champions. So that is why I think that it is your time to take out Bronx. Time to become the top champion you have always been destined to be. Tonight was my night. But a few weeks from now, it’s going to be yours. I mean we are the Wilder’s and we always find a way to be crafty and make things work. This Extreme title is one? In a month or so time. I think that not only could you be the 4CW Tag Team Champions you can also be the 4CW Champion..."

Jett smirks nodding his head, seeming to really like the idea in his head. Carmella tosses her title over to the bed.

JETT: ”All the gold..."

Jett smiles as we can almost see him holding the belts in his own head, as his mother now a champion herself watches on with hope.

CARMELLA: "Because what I saw in that main event? I saw a man that was in trouble. And I know that Dakota Smith, Jason Cashe may be past their prime. And Tanner? He has always been better as a tag team wrestler. But he was losing that entire match, and right at the end? He came back with a fluke couple of pins to win. And I know that Bronx and you are not on bad terms but you know that is the match that fans have always wanted. And the Doctor? He said you should be cleared to go in a week or so."

JETT: ”I know Bronx is on the team and all. But he and I have known we were destined to end up in the ring eventually. Because there have been a lot of big matches in this company. But the fans have always seen one marquee at the top. Jett Wilder versus Bronx Valescence. Son of Perry Wallace versus the son of Frankie Morrison. That match sells itself and we both know that is where it is all going. You took my spot in this match? So that I could stay healthy. Because we all know what is on the horizon. The first ever...Four Corners Frenzy. My match."

Saying this Jett smiles as he thinks about the opportunity that lies ahead, a match that will give one wrestler the opportunity of a lifetime.

CARMELLA: "That is your chance! You know that this match is all about surviving. And who is better at that, than us. I proved it tonight. And you will prove it in that Frenzy match. These matches are made for Wilder’s. We may not be the strongest. We may not be the fastest. We may not be the toughest. But we are the smartest. And that is why I know that you can get this done. This is yours for the taking, do you know how much history we could make in a few months here. First I become the oldest champion in 4CW history by defeating a slew of competitors. Than you beat twenty nine other people to win the frenzy. You and DJ? You win Bad Company and become Tag Team Champions. And than after all that? You face Bronx one on one. No big four ways. No big crazy match. Just a simple one on one which you thrive in. And you beat him and take that title! Two thousand and seventeen is our year."

Carmella formerly very nervous about the idea of even stepping up to the plate, now seeming to have all the confidence that would come with coming out of your first match with a title and no damage taken.

JETT: ”You are right! This fantasy in everyone’s head that Bronx is some unbeatable champion. He made the big come back, now everyone thinks he is some guy that can’t be broken. Now they think that he is some clutch champion. They thought that about Eli. Now he sits on a couch, doing nothing all day. Jair Hopkins? He was the same way. And he ended up taking off months before coming back at Ante Up. These former champions are all unbeatable, until they get beaten. Time after time and now the most recent hype train is Bronx. Perry’s baby boy. And I won’t mention how unfair that is from the outside looking in. He has earned that spot from all I have seen. But you know that when it comes to that belt and our eventual match? His dad can’t save him. It’ll be man versus man. And there won’t be some big come back. I’ll break him just like I break his ankles in practice. I’ll eliminate him just like I do when we play knockout at the end of practice. You are right it’s a Wilder year. In a few weeks? I’ll be healthy."

Jett points down to his injury that forced him out of tonight’s Ante Up extreme roulette in the first place.

JETT: ”And I’ll head into my match, not because it’s really my match. Even though it is hilariously fun to taunt Barrows by calling it my creation. He did, he made it. But I have said it was my match because that is exactly what it has always been. You kept me from getting myself even more hurt tonight. So that I can be fully healthy come Frenzy time. And despite a list of big names and stars. They all know that none of them can survive like Jett Wilder. And I’ll survive to the end, just like you. And I’ll pick my spot...And I will win this whole thing. This will be the best several weeks of our careers. I just know it. It’s Wilder times. Now let’s go order some room service and celebrate. You call Dad yet? He will be so pumped."

Carmella seems to take a second to even think about who exactly he means, but nods her head.

CARMELLA: "Yup I’ll order us some sundaes! And you can give Frankie a call. Let him know that he needs to be there at Adrenaline. His boy is about to become Number One Contender."

Jett whipping out his phone to excitedly give his father a call, stops to smirk looking ahead now from Ante Up a night where he got to witness his mother overcome the odds. As now he looks to do the same in a match, where survival is key.


Coming into the scene we find ourselves with Jett Wilder standing next to a big sheet of a couple papers. The first of which is blank, looking like he is about to give a lesson in whatever nice resort hotel meeting room he has taken over for the time being. Standing with a pointer stick in his hand he paces back and forth.

JETT: ”Here we are in sweet, sweet Mexico! A land where the air is thin. And guy like Dexter? Are going to have trouble breathing let alone throwing people out after about fifteen minutes. Because despite how nice it is that we as a company are taking this global for the next few months. The thought of having a match where endurance is key, in the city of Mexico. Seems a bit strange. But alas, it is where we now find ourselves. And you know what? A high flyer known for his cardio? I couldn’t be any happier. Love to see how Scott Stevens is handling this air during his workouts leading up to this Frenzy. A frenzy that I am going to walk away the victor...Why? Because I look at the competition and what I see? Is opportunity. I see the fact that in this field while anything can happen. There are a who’s who of people that don’t scare me one bit. And that’s why my mom...You know the Extreme Champion and I decided it was best to game plan. Separate these people into different categories and work our way though."

Jett starts by flipping the first page one that at first is hard to make out until the camera pans a bit closer. In big font at the top reads JV Team with four pictures of American Tommy, Cecilworth Farthington, Kaelan Quinn, and Vossler under it none of which flattering.

JETT: ”Started out by filtering out a few of the Octane wrestlers. And I know fans love talking about how the ratings have see such a big spike. Not realizing that it is natural for a debuting show to beat an established one in ratings. Simply because that new show is getting all the advertisment money going towards it. But these couple people? Do they care anyone? Do their names stand out? Does anyone’s from Octane. It’s just a mosh pit full of randoms headlined by my boy Bryan Laughlin. And listen. His girlfriend is nice. But she can’t hang. Neither can this Harry Potter dude. Or...the other two. That show may be the hot thing right now but so was Fate back in the day. And eventually it dwindled. Adrenaline never has. Couple have a chance to prove Octane’s worth in this one. But at the end of the day? They’ll head back, to compete in whatever fatal four way they have been booked in next week. And get off my show permanently."

Ripping off that page and it’s pictures tossing it, rather unsuccessfully to the side needing a extra kick. As the next page comes up this one reading “The Weirdo’s”. This one featuring Konrad Raab, Mariano Fernandez, Nirvana, Redd Thunder, and Sativa Neveah.

JETT: ”To narrow down a weirdo’s section in a match like this? Isn’t easy. But I tried. This one looking like some sad circus act "


Ante Up IV / Sarabi (Extreme Roulette)
« on: June 23, 2017, 10:34:17 PM »


JETT: ”Ouch that hurts!"
The loud high pitched scream of Jett brings us into a hospital emergency room where we find ourselves seeing Jett’s knee getting checked on by a Doctor. Watching on from the side is his mother and bodyguard respectively. One of which looking very concerned, the other not seeming to mind the current situation at all. The Doctor continues to tweak with it, Jett leaning back in some pain.

DOCTOR: [color=166189]"It’s not looking broken or anything. But we’ll run some scans on it to make sure. Give us a few and we’ll come by..."[/color]
Carmella seeming worried beyond belief, as she has to wait to the severity of her son’s injury. She gives the doctor a worried nod as he exits the room leaving them alone as she quickly joins her son by the hospital bed.

JETT: ”Think I tweaked it after that move off the top rope. I don’t think it’ll be that bad, maybe some ice and I’ll be able to get back out there quickly."
Despite seeming in some pain, Jett clearly not wanting to let this hold him back at all. Especially after what he had said at Adrenaline.

CARMELLA: "There is no rush, sweetie. You need to rest this knee, get some ice on it. I can call Perry, I’ll let him know the situation. And once we know the severity we can determine how many weeks you need off..."
Jett looks at her like she is crazy, as Carmella is already wrestling through her purse to locate her phone to call Perry.

JETT: ”What? No way mom. I am not taking any time off, I don’t care what he says. It’s not broken I can wrestle. I told the world I am not going to let them forget the name of Wilder. Perry thinks he is going to just toss me to the side and leave me off Ante Up? No way. I want to wrestle and I want to face Morta. Everyone seems so scared of him. He is some crazy lunatic, but he is human. And he is not going to intimidate me. If I were to pull out of this match. He’d win. I am not going to let that happen. I told everyone, I told all the fans that I was going to head into Ante Up. And even though I was the odd man out I was going to be the one that at the end of the night everyone remembered...That is still going to happen."
Carmella seeming caught off guard, fully expecting that Jett would do the smart thing and pull out of the match as soon as they arrived here at the hospital. Knowing that facing Morta is already enough, let alone facing him with a hurt knee.

CARMELLA: "Excuse me!? You are NOT facing Viduus Morta at Ante Up. You are hurt Jett, we don’t even know how bad it is yet. The doctor had no clue. And you want to face Viduus on one leg? In an extreme match. No, no, no. Absolutely not!"
Taking a rare stern tone with her son that we haven’t seen very often. But Jett not backing down at this point shakes his head no not willing to give up yet.

JETT: ”Mom, I can’t pull out of this match. The fans are expecting me in it. This was an open call out match, everyone had an opportunity to get into it. I told the world I was going to be in it. And I am going to be in it, I don’t care if I am hurt. I can still run circles around, Viduus. That guy is not at my level and it’s time the world knows it. I was Pride Champion once before. And you know what the next step is? Winning the belt that nobody in the world thinks I could ever win. The Extreme title. They think of me as some scared little kid, and after losing against Dakota. They think of me as an afterthought. The way I get back into the limelight is by beating Morta and anyone else that shows up. That is how I get the job done. It’s a wild match that I know I can survive...That belt would go home with me."
Getting more and more frustrated Carmella shakes her head, not having it at all.

CARMELLA: "NO! You are not going into a match with some lunatic who starts fires. In a match where anything is allowed. On a show where you can get attacked backstage. Last year there were people getting attacked by catering. There was people getting attacked all over the place. And that was just with a guy like Sonny Lee running around. He is a wimp compared to Morta. Lord knows what kind of crazy things he has planned for this to keep his title. He may just burn the arena down to the ground, you are NOT facing him. I don’t care what you say, you can face him some other time. Or even go for any other belt. You are NOT wrestling at Ante Up..."
Putting her foot down both literally and figuratively, Jett turns his efforts into doing the puppy dog look that has gotten him his way throughout life growing up.

JETT: ”Mom this means a lot to me. Perry disrespected me when he left me off the card. I am sure he never expected that I would be willing to step into this Extreme Roulette match with Morta. Last year countless people wanted in because nobody was scared of Sonny Lee. And that Jason chump left with the belt. I know I am better than him. I may be hurt but all I have to do is wait and attack when I get my chance. Than I just have to survive. And name a person that plays hide and seek better than me? Nobody. Remember that time Bryan Laughlin came by. You guys couldn’t find me for hours! I can do the same thing after winning the Extreme title. And most of all I get the chance to show the world that I can stand up to anyone. I looked Dakota Smith right in the eyes, called for him to try to put me away. And he took the easy way out and pinned Hollywood. Now I am going to enter this match and wait my turn to go after Morta. And when I get that shot, I am going to show the world how extreme I have become. Nobody is more extreme than Morta in the eyes of all of these fans. But after Ante Up? They’ll call me the new face of Extreme..."
CARMELLA: "No and that’s that. Not even listening to another word."
JETT: ”Mom I promised the fans that the Extreme belt would leave that night with the Wilder name on it. That is what needs to happen!"
Carmella shakes her head getting frustrated with Jett’s persistence in the matter. Starting to pace while trying to contain her anger, as Luiz watches this all waiting for her to unleash the fury he has seen few times. But she stops taking a deep breath.

CARMELLA: "I’ll take your place in the match..."
Jett’s first reaction is to laugh while Luiz’s is a look of worry, knowing this is the woman that pays him on a weekly basis.

JETT: ”Mom that is crazy. I can take Morta and anyone else that shows up...Trust me I got it."
CARMELLA: "No you are not wrestling at Ante Up. Matter of fact you are not even going to be showing up at Ante Up. Why? Because I am taking your place in the match. You want Wilder on the nameplate? I’ll do my best to get it. But you are not wrestling HURT against Morta. This match is not even really a match, it’s just fighting every which way and where. It’s Team Wilder right? I’ll take your place in the match and I will not hear another word about it!"
Jett goes to speak up once more, but a stern glare from his mother shuts him right up. A look he has received few times in his life being the spoiled brat that he is. But one that he knows when to cut his losses and run from quickly. As he shakes his head not seeming fond of the idea. She turns and leaves the room angrily heading to talk to the doctor to see what is going on as Jett lays back in the hospital bed to get comfortable.


Coming back into the Wilder household where they have yet to take the short flight from Los Angeles to Las Vegas for Ante Up. A show that they seemed destined not to need to take part in. But now where apparently Carmella Wilder was planning to take her son’s place in for the Extreme Roulette match. As we watch as Carmella in her workout gear, already seeming to have been going for a bit. Walks from one machine to the next working now on her biceps with some curls. With Luiz also watching on, cheering her on through it all.

LUIZ: "You know Boss, if we really need to. I can take your place..."
Not seeming fond of the idea of having to face Morta at all, despite supposedly being a security guard. Carmella doing one after another shakes her head.

CARMELLA: "I brought the idea up to Jett. But he said that there was no way he would let you represent Team Wilder after how you fared in the tag match back when he debuted. Tried to talk him into it, but he said it had to be a Wilder on the nameplate. For the fans..."
Carmella rolls her eyes, not seeming happy with the entire situation. But wanting to step up to make sure her son didn’t suffer any further damages at the hand of Morta or any others by taking his place.

LUIZ: "Yeah he said, he was going to train you for the match. By trying to catch you off guard or something like that..."
Ruining the entire point of the planned training Luiz doesn’t have any idea. As Carmella sighs and just continues to plug away, trying her best to get into the best shape to at least help her chances in trying to run away if need be during the match.

CARMELLA: "I’ve got plans, I’ll figure it out. I will need you to be there, I have to keep Jett at home. I know otherwise he’ll try to get involved. I need to be the one that gets the pin, but you can get involved Luiz. And you can make sure nobody catches me off guard."
Luiz not seeming fond of actually having to do work as the security team for the Wilder’s for the first time in a long time. Carmella finishes her set and walks off, grabbing some water. Drinking it down before grabbing a nearby towel to dry off. Starting to exit the gym where she stops when she sees one of Jett’s crutches poking out from behind the couch.

CARMELLA: "Jett come out from behind the couch..."
Carmella waits on him, thinking that the crutch was a slip up in his plan. But when he doesn’t come she walks around, surprised to find him not there. Looking around she walks quietly stopping when she sees a single candle sitting on the floor in the middle of the hallway.

CARMELLA: "Jett! Do not leave candles laying around like this, it’s not safe!"
Reaching down she picks up the candle and sets it on a nearby counter continuing her search going now into his room. Looking around under the bed than to his walk in closet, where there is some smoke coming out of the bottom of the door.

CARMELLA: "Jett come out of the closet!"
Stopping when she realizes her poor choice, before getting concerned about the smoke. Pulling the door open only to find it’s a smoke machine set on a low level. She angrily turns it off as she shakes her head starting to get frustrated with the antics.

CARMELLA: "Jett enough, I get it. You are going to start a fire or something..."
Exiting the room now starting to look for him again she heads down the hall. But before she can continue she hears off in the distance.

JETT: ”Boo! I got you. What the heck Luiz?! I was trying to catch her off guard."
Carmella walks down the hall towards the bathroom where standing in the doorway is Luiz looking puzzled. Having tried to scare her while wearing a big fake beard, a rather elaborate scare tactic as Carmella rolls her eyes. Jett exits the bathroom as Luiz heads in to handle the business he was heading there for in the first place.

JETT: ”Luiz ruined it..."
Frustrated that his plan was thwarted as he follows his mom, down the hall using one of his crutches to aid him. Needed due to his knee injury which probably didn’t call for crutches but that Jett likes to use.

JETT: ”I was trying to give you some possible options for this match. I mean the fire? That was Viduus if you're walking the halls and see it, it’s probably him. That way you know which way not to go, you can run. And the smoke in my closet? I know that Sativa can’t not smoke for more than a few minutes. So avoiding her will be the easiest. All you have to do is look for that weed smoke or just follow your nose. If you can’t smell her than she must not be anywhere close. And the puppet.."
Carmella goes to question him on what puppet as they enter the kitchen but she jumps scared as she walks in to see a rather crude version of the Johnny Evil puppet is sitting on the kitchen counter.

JETT: ”That Johnny Evil puppet. Cause I am sure he’ll be joining in, he has nothing better to do that night. Plus I know that the higher up’s love puppets."
Still walking along with his mom, as she reaches into the fridge to collect some items to make a smoothie. Before getting a puzzled look on her face.

CARMELLA: ”And the bathroom with the beard?"
JETT: ”Jason Cashe is constantly blowing up the bathrooms. And I know that he is in the main event and all. But he gets bored easy and you never know what he might do..."
Jett removes the beard tossing it next to the puppet, scratching his neck region where he is not used to having any hair as his mother starts to cut things up to place in the smoothie.

CARMELLA: "Jett don’t worry I’ve got this. You stay home while I go to Vegas. I am going to do my very best. And I will try to win that Extreme title away from Viduus or anyone else that may enter the match. I know that I may not have ever had a match, but I stay in shape. And back in my younger days? I had a few fights in my time as well. So I know that Morta may not be scared. But I don’t have to be the strongest, I don’t have to be the most extreme. I just have to be in the right place at the right time and catch all of them off guard. I have been there for all your training Jett. And I think I might just do pretty decent..."
Trying her best to at least appear confident for her son’s sake. As he cheers her on seeming to have accepted the fact that his mother would have to be the one taking his place in the match at Ante Up. One that could lead her into some very extreme situations.

JETT: ”I know you can do it mom. Bring that belt home for the Wilder’s."
CARMELLA: "I will do my best. After all you are my little Simba and I am your mother Sarabi. And last I checked Sarabi was pretty fierce. So you just sit here and rest your knee. When the time comes I know you’ll go in and do whatever you set your mind to. But this time it’s up to me. I’ll do my best son. Now, take that weird puppet. And go open your window and let all that smoke out, your room look like a 4CW backstage area."
Jett heads off taking his fake beard and Evil puppet with him. As Carmella places the different fruits into the blender, knowing at the end of the day most of this won’t help her in any way with half the challenges she could end up facing. As she hopes and prays for some luck in Las Vegas.

Adrenaline / Odd Man Out
« on: June 18, 2017, 05:39:43 PM »

Odd Man Out

JETT: ”What does this match matter? Some random match with some random English loser. What’s the point? I can’t ever get to the end anyways. If it’s a four way? I have to watch as Hollywood gets pinned by Dakota. The whole world knew he was the weak link. Now the company has officially disgraced me...What’s the point?"
Jett shakes his head as we watch him looking upset and disgruntled in the back yard next to the pool. Voicing his life concerns as he sits poolside shirtless in his family mansion, talking to bodyguard Luiz.

JETT: ”Lose one match. After I went on a huge run beating a bunch of people. I beat Marquis, I ended Dare’s career. I did all of that. I was here before everyone but Jair and Cashe. Yet where do they put me? On the Adrenaline before Ante Up. And not in the main event, nope they put me in the “who cares” match of the night. In Honor? I thought of my Boss as a chump. Some random guy who in reality I controlled. But here in 4CW, I thought of Perry as a Boss that actually cared about me. A guy that saw me as a future star, as a wrestler to be groomed up. As a person he could promote, I sell more merch than everyone on the roster. I am the only one with a dose of personality. I had feud of the year with Marquis. And yet in this moment, he let me know what he has thought of my years of service in 4CW. He thinks nothing of me..."
Venting to a guy who could care less as he dips his feet in the pool. A relaxing day in a house that many would live for, but something Jett has never lived without.

JETT: ”So now what? What can I do when I know that my Boss despises me. What can I do now that I know that my Boss will never again promote me the way I should be promoted. I am a star in this business. You know what Showtime does not want to see? A videogame deathmatch with a old ninety year old and the most annoying man in wrestling today. Ratings dip every time Manny is on the screen. Do the fans care about Wolfe and Barrows? Nope. Sure Tanner, Cashe, Smith, and Bronx is a great group of guys for a main event. But are the fans invested? Nope. And it’s because our Boss has no idea how to promote that show or me. And so here I am, being punished maybe cause he has issues with my dad Frankie. Or maybe he is sick of me becoming a bigger star than 4CW. Whatever it is the fact remains I am heading towards a match, on the Adrenaline before Ante Up. With a guy that isn’t half the star I am. While Ante Up features one of the worst set up nights of all time..."
Frustrated and angry Jett angrily kicks his foot, splashing water across. Luiz pretending to care nods his head in agreement.

JETT: ”And sure...I’ll beat Saint. But what does it really matter? The ratings for this show are going to be down. They know I am going to win already. So what’s the point in tuning in. Max and Sativa? Nope. My boy DJ is wrestling, and he’ll do great. But they are all going to just wait for Ante Up. A card that undoubtedly is going to let the fans down as well. All because I am not going to be on it...The biggest star in the company...Watching from the sidelines..."
Jett reaches over and takes a sip of his chocolate milk, an odd choice for a hot day like this in Los Angeles.

JETT: ”I don’t get what it is that Perry hates about me. Maybe it’s the fact that I have a personality. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t murder and eat people like Smith. Maybe I should start talking about farts like Cashe. Or maybe I should dress up puppets like Tanner. Or maybe I should just be his son, like Bronx. Maybe that’s what he likes? I know advertiser’s hate all that. I know Showtime hates it. But maybe I need to change up my style Luiz. Maybe I just need to be a lame serious wrestler like all of the rest of them. Maybe then he won’t leave me as the odd man out facing Keaton Saint..."
LUIZ: "He’s pretty good..."
Luiz pipes up a bit, as Jett simply chuckles at the notion.

JETT: ”He’s not as good as me. One on one? None of them are. I know if I faced Dakota Smith last show? I’d be in the main event of Ante Up. If I had another go at Jason Cashe? I’d get him to. All those guys know that one on one, I am a problem. I beat Marquis. Who if she was matched up with anyone in the main event of Ante Up. Would be a HUGE betting favorite. I beat her. And I can beat anyone in that main event as well. I am not the same guy that faced Jason Cashe. That feud with Marquis, stepped my game up. I am better than I was when I main evented the most supershows before I left. I am now at a different level, I have gotten EXTREMELY better..I ain’t scared of Keaton Saint. I am not scared of anyone anymore..."
Jett shakes his head, unable to enjoy his choco milk and pool right now. Too frustrated with life.

JETT: ”Whatever...Who cares anyways."
Jett prepares to get up but Luiz never missing a chance to see his rather needy boss take a beating speaks up.

LUIZ: "What about the extreme roulette match?"
Luiz’s English continuing to get better as the writer of this seems to be less inclined to pretend to know how to write broken English. Jett stops on his way back inside looking over at Luiz, looking confused like he’s never heard of this.

LUIZ: "Rumor has it, it’s happening at Ante Up. For Morta’s belt..."
Jett seems to give it some thought, before shrugging his shoulders and angrily chugging his chocolate milk. Not seeming sold on the idea at all. Not seeming sold on much right now as he heads into his house, trying to find some sort of light at the end of the tunnel after being the odd man out of Ante Up.

Adrenaline / Bet on Redemption
« on: June 03, 2017, 05:22:35 PM »

Bet on Redemption

Coming into the scene we find ourselves seeing the unexpected face of former 4CW Champion, Eli Carlson. Currently injured and a bit out of the limelight as he does his physical therapy. Might not be someone one would expect to see much of but here he is, sitting on a couch. Looking a bit annoyed as he looks over at the camera man, than down at his phone.

ELI: ”Where is this guy? Told him four o’clock."
Almost on cue as if this were a set up, the door opens ending Eli’s frustration. As in through the door’s come Jett Wilder. Wearing a rather odd outfit as per usual as he walks over to Eli looking for daps. The former champion attempts to get up to greet him but Jett speeds up to ensure that Eli can’t get off the couch as he gives him a high five into knucks.

JETT: ”No, no. You stay seated. Don’t want you to hurt yourself. Matter fact where is your wheelchair?"
Jett says this looking around, clearly not joking about the question. Eli none the less seems less than enthused.

ELI: ”It’s my shoulder that got hurt...Jett."
Pretending he knew that all along Jett nods his head, plopping down onto Eli’s couch with little regard for any support underneath the chair.

JETT: ”Yeah I knew that, was just playing. Anyways thanks for having me over, the line at T-Bell was super long. Sort of assumed there wouldn’t be any food set up here. And low and behold..."
Before Eli can even get the chance to get offended Jett continues.

JETT: ”So thanks for sitting down with me, I know that we are co-workers. Well used to be. But you know my goal has always been to get that 4CW Championship. So my mom thought it would be good to talk to the older, veterans, and past top champions of the company. So I mean who better than the former champion himself?"
Jett grins as he makes himself at home kicking off his shoes, so that he can sit on the couch with just his socks. Coming for mentorship. Eli sighs preparing himself to do his best to give the advice before getting cut off again.

JETT: ”Oh and obviously, not like trying to get advice on beating Bronx or anything... Just more general like what was it that took you from being that guy on the developmental show to being the GUY in 4CW. The top champion."
Jett gets comfy now, rubbing his chin to really take this advice in. Finally letting Eli speak, who is sitting there most likely on pain med’s annoyed.

ELI: ”The best advice I can give you, Jett, is to be you. Obviously it’s more difficult than that but you’re not going to become the 4CW Champion by trying to be me, or to be Cashe, or Jair or any of the other past champions. You’re not going to become 4CW Champion trying to be Bronx, either. You understand the subtleties of mind games and trying to cut your opponent’s confidence out from under them. Just be yourself. If you win this week you’re going to be in the main event at Ante Up, again, with some of the biggest personalities in the world. You’re going to be in the ring with people who have beaten you before. You’re going to be in the ring with stars that are larger than life.”
Eli paused for a moment, leaning forward and adjusting his right arm to a more comfortable position, using the moment to build the suspense before continuing.

ELI: ”But you know what? Fuck them. Plenty of people told me I had no chance of winning the Warzone, that it was JPD’s to win. You know what I said? Fuck them, and I went out and took it. The same people said I couldn’t beat Jair on my own. You know what I said? Fuck them, and I went out and beat him. They said a veteran like Scott Stevens would put me in my place. You know what I said? Fuck them, and I went out and retained at All or Nothing. You’re going to have to look Dakota Smith, Johnny Evil and Brian Hollywood in the eye and say fuck them, and go out and beat them. And the only way you’re going to do that is by being Jett Wilder and putting all of their bullshit noise behind you."
Jett seeming inspired nods his head, getting amped up but stopping as he realizes what he started with.

JETT: ”Haha that was pretty sweet when you beat JPD..."
Jett chuckles to himself, as Eli start to wonder if he heard anything he said. But quickly readjusting Jett smirks.

JETT: ”But you are right Eli. I am Jett Wilder, I have been the one this company has been building up for years. I know that Perry and the world saw me from day one, and they all claimed I’d be the champion. And I am going to go out there and beat them all. I ain’t scared of Dakota. Evil don’t scare me. Hollywood for sure doesn’t. I am the man of this company and I will be the top dog now. Bronx, and all those old champions will all be just the ones leading up to my reign!"
Eli shakes his head but seems to realize it was his own words that hyped up Jett into saying these things so he lets it go.

JETT: ”Thanks for the pep talk Eli you are the best! I already sort of knew I could do it. But it’s nice to know that you think I am going to win as well."
Jett says this even though Eli really didn’t say anything of the sort.

ELI: ”Yeah, sure Jett. I’m sure you’ll do great."
JETT: ”Yeah for sure. And I know that you’ll recover and be back in the ring in no time. Maybe after I become champion and have held it a few years...until your back. We can set up that Eli vs Jett dream match."
He says it like it’s some sort of special treat. As Eli stands up, mostly to signal it’s time for Jett to go.

ELI: ”Can’t wait Jett..."
Walking towards the door to let him out, Jett gets the picture and slides back on his shoes as he stands up.

JETT: ”By the way my mom was wondering why it was she couldn’t come by as well?"
ELI: ”Just not for the best, tell her I said hi. All right Jett good luck."
Eli says this while opening the door to usher Jett out of his home. Wilder goes but not before looking back.

JETT: ”Byeee  Eli. Make sure to tune in and watch me win this. Than I’ll go beat Bronx for you!"
Most likely wishing he had slammed the door sooner, Eli forces it closed just after Jett snuck in that final remark. He lets out one final sigh probably regretting accepting this as Jett heads on his way looking ready for this gigantic test.


JETT: ”That moment when you lose this match, and you get handed back your 4CW Tag Team title...Is there ever going to be a sadder moment in your life Johnny?"
Starting right into it we come into it with the voice of Jett talking about one of his three opponents in the match Johnny Evil. A part of a killer four way that Jett will now attempt to fight his way through to get a shot at the 4CW title.

JETT: ”I mean getting handed a belt should be a happy moment. But this Adrenaline? You are going to want to toss it into the abyss. Because even though you will be handed that belt, you’ll know that it doesn’t mean a thing. It’s not like you’ll be defending it any time, soon. Not because of lack of tag team’s, not because our best contenders are a eighty year old and his bear. No the real reason it won’t mean a thing is because while you may hold one half, the person holding the other half won’t even have the slightest care in the world about his. Because unlike you? His half will be the farthest thing from his mind, because all of his energy will be used towards obtaining the 4CW Championship. Not a belt with a rather shallow history like the one you’ll be getting handed, the one that means more to every wrestler in this business than any other. And he? He will have already earned his way into a shot at it. While you will be looking down at your Tag Team title knowing that it will be the only thing to keep you company for awhile."
Jett shakes his head, almost feeling sorry for the man. Knowing how much it will truly hurt him if he were to come up short and have to watch his partner wrestle in the main event for the top belt.

JETT: ”And I am sure you’ll talk all about how, you and him beat me. And how Marquis’s and I’s attempt at tag teaming didn’t work out. And you know what? It didn’t. But you know what has gone my way as of late? The big matches, when I am out there all by myself. When I lost to Dare in my first match in several months, I came back. And in one of the most talked about matches of the night, I came through. What were you doing that night? Oh yeah...You were winning gold...With Adrian Tanner Jr. Fast forward and I am facing Marquis a girl that EVERYONE was touting as the best wrestler in the company with or without a belt. She had just beaten the champion. And with the lights on bright what happened? Oh yeah...I won. What were you doing that night? Oh yeah losing to Adrian Tanner Jr. You see everything with you for months and months has been all about Tanner whether it be the two of you getting wins as a tag team, or him kicking your butt inside the ring. And now look at him, he even gets to sit in the back watching and laughing as you fall short in YOUR attempt at the fatal four way at Ante Up."
Jett shakes his head, continuing to feign care about the consequences of Evil’s in his mind impending loss.

JETT: ”I am sure he’ll be cool about it though, doubt he will rub it in your face at all."
The camera really just at shoulder level with Jett the entire time, as he speaks sternly to one of the men in his path to his dream.

JETT: ”The good news is? When I beat you, you won’t have to worry about Adrian. Cause you won’t be facing him, I will. And I’ll get to avenge that tag team loss. I mean you and Dakota both got a warm up last week, for what is to come. And you weren’t even able to beat them all then, what makes you think you’ll do it now. And since you and Dakota have some sort of issues that are bad enough to have to help him out of a casket. I don’t mind watching you two tear each other apart, because all three of us know one thing. Hollywood? He’s the weak link. He’s the after thought. But you two? You two hate each other and I am sure you’ll rip each other apart. I’ll wait and when I make one of you tap out with Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy’s Revenge. You two can go on and rip each other limb from limb in anger for the next few weeks. But at the end of the day, only one of us can win. And it won’t be any of you guys because nobody wants to see you and Tanner fight again. Nobody wants to see Dakota fight for that top belt. They want to see the Future Amazing Great...At the top."
The camera momentarily pans out allowing Jett to point to the top, literally.

JETT: ”But while I will get some satisfaction out of ruining your day Evil. I think that everyone can agree that looking at this match one of these things just don’t belong. As much as Evil has relied on his partner to get bye, take away Jace Savage and what do you get? This sad pathetic wrestler we have seen off and on again for the past year. I mean I’ll admit, there have been few tag teams that have done as well as Jace and Brian. They have held the belts. And sure Black Listed beat them and over four other tag team’s all in the same night. Still together they have done well. But Brian solo? Well that’s a whole nother story. I mean you and Evil have a lot in common. Without your partner, what exactly are you? Just another guy. Me with a tag team partner? It’s never panned out. But alone? I can get the job done. I don’t come up short like Evil did against Sativa. I know that solo I have held gold once before but now I am looking to take that next step. And that’s a step that Hollywood, Evil, you two just can’t make. Now I won’t say the cliche thing and say that either of you are worst than your partners. I mean Tanner did beat you...But I will just say that solo what do you two have to show for it yet in 4CW? Nothing. I won’t take Evil lightly but Hollywood you made it in here on account of a number’s game..."
Getting honest here Jett shrugs his shoulders not showing the same sort of respect for him as he has the other two men in the match.

JETT: ”Right now Marquis is on holiday. Eli is hurt...Thanks by the way buddy. Genie is gone. Tara is pregnant. Jason had to retire so he could retweet butt’s full time. Jair is where he is. Simply put the number’s game worked out in your favor. And rather than facing a up and comer like my boy DJ like you should be. You got tossed in here because Perry knows that it’s not like there will be some Christmas miracle. This is about getting a shot at Ante Up. And not a soul is going to ante up a thing on you. This isn’t where dreams are born, this is where I beat you. And than you crumble to the back and leave a tenth voicemail for Jace telling him you're sorry."
Jett shrugs his shoulders not looking happy to have to be telling Hollywood this.

JETT: ”I know Brian is going to be crawling around looking for a tag the entire match. And honestly? I think when I lock in my arm bar on Evil you may see him for the very first time, reach out his other arm towards the corner. For the first time ever you’ll see that twinkle in his eye that he misses Adrian being there to save him. But than he’ll realize that he isn’t there and he’ll tap out. And than that moment with the belt? Will become reality. While Hollywood will be sobbing crying for his New Gen Rising reunion. And you’ll be ducking through the halls avoiding Tanner at any costs. There will be one man even more distraught than the both of you...That man is Dakota Smith."
Having made it clear early in the week that he is the man that Jett as his eyes on more than any other in this match. While his mom’s fear of Dakota remains, it’s clear Jett has abandoned all fears of Dakota heading into this one.

JETT: ”Dakota I have said a lot about you already. And I have said how much beating you truly means to me. You were champion at the top along time. And I know you wanted just to get your rematch without having to qualify. But now? You won’t be getting it all. Because i look at you and I see a man that I can beat. I could have left you in that casket and let you go. I could have used that moment to put the nail in the coffin, because I already knew I was going to face you. But you know what I did instead? I let you walk away in your dazed state. Because I want this to all come full circle for me, I want that second shot at this. And this time I won’t come short. Beating you is only step one Dakota, I am coming for the rest of them, that belt, and Bronx. But it all starts with going through Hollywood, Evil and most of all you."
Jett points right at Dakota knowing that somewhere, sitting next to cockroaches and various forms of fungus Dakota would be watching.

JETT: ”You can all laugh off my chances. I’m sure Evil and Dakota are going to consider each other the real test. I am sure those two are going to expect this to be some one on one battle where Dakota can get revenge on Evil for drugging him. Or where Evil can finish what he started last show. I am sure even Hollywood will laugh off my chances. Dare tried to treat me like a joke, I ended his career. When I beat all three of you, you’ll have to live with the fact that while I am going on to win the 4CW title. You couldn’t even make it that far. I want my shot at redemption bad. And you know why?"
Jett pushes the camera away allowing it to get a full visual of him now as he holds out his arms.

JETT: ”Because The Future Amazing Great is here and the future is now."

Adrenaline / Back Where it All Ended
« on: May 30, 2017, 09:45:46 PM »

Back Where it All Ended

After another Adrenaline has ended, we find ourselves sitting in the back seat of the Wilder limo. A ride that Jett has always loved ever since seeing them on one of his top favorite shows Sweet Sixteen. On his phone, currently sitting after what was a classic show that saw Dakota Smith start the show off with fire and Adrian Tanner Jr end it with a bang. However noticeably absent from in ring competition was Jett. Though it was not without big news for him as it was announced he would compete in one of the fatal four way qualifiers for Ante Up. But for now he was still in Denver, focused on his ongoing hide and seek game.

JETT: ”It was not fair for you not to tell me you were not at the show. But I will still find you, you said it’s at some PT’s Strip Club? I am just waiting on Luiz and I will be there."
Jett angrily hangs up on Marquis, frustrated with how far he had to go to find her. Still on the hunt, perhaps the last person to know that Marquis is simply messing with him. Looking upset with how long Luiz is taking until his door opens and in enters his mother, looking upset with him.

CARMELLA: "Where have you been? I have been looking all over for you?! Dakota didn’t do anything to you did he?"
Grabbing him and turning his face so that she can check for any cuts or bruising. Jett simply pulls away rolling his eyes, as he does.

JETT: ”No I am fine, he did wipe his snot all over my shirt. And I had to toss it and get a fresh F.A.G. T-shirt from the merch stand, last one left by the way. No big deal. But it was fine, I helped him out of a casket. Think he might have died, had I not. Was looking for Marquis, didn’t know that Evil and Smith were having a game of their own."
Carmella listens but actually gets a bit of a smile on her face, not believing that for once Jett actually didn’t agitate Dakota Smith. A man she has long had a deep fear of more than anyone else in the company.

CARMELLA: "Wait you saved him? That is great! So he should be pretty happy with you right now? I mean you saved his life, what did he say?"
Jett shrugs not seeming to be thinking as much into the whole thing as his mother is, who has a bright smile.

JETT: ”Yeah, I mean he said thanks in his own way. But we are in that match next week so I am sure we’ll probably ramp things up again."
CARMELLA: "No, no, no. You know I think that you and Dakota should keep things low key. I mean you and he are such good friends, let’s keep this simply about the matchup. Right? I mean you don’t like Hollywood and Evil right? Let’s focus on them."
Jett seeming to be struggling with the idea, his love of trash talking others getting the best of him in this instance.

JETT: ”I guess I mean he doesn’t seem like that bad a dude. We get along on Twitter. And I know that he allegedly killed those people way back when. But they never convicted him, don’t even think there were ever even charges brought. And everyone took the chance to jump on that OJ Simpson guy. But he was not guilty. I saw that American Crime Story show, the glove didn’t even fit! He didn’t do it."
Way behind in the news, Carmella let’s it slide not finding it relevant to try to explain that entire process.

JETT: ”So yeah I think we are pretty cool, I am sure he’ll be down to keep it cordial this week. I don’t think he really ate people, that was just props or something. He ain’t that weird. Plus I was really on his side tonight, told everyone he was going to beat Cashe and that Viduus dude. Both chumps."
Jett smirks happy to have been proven wrong, as he names off two more names that Carmella would prefer he back off of. Viduus an equally unpredictable person, along with Cashe whose hatred of Jett has only grown with the constant old jokes.

CARMELLA: "Yup so let’s just stay away from Dakota. This is a huge opportunity, I know you’ll do great!"
JETT: ”For sure, I got this. Head to PT’s Luiz, Marquis is hiding there."
CARMELLA: "She got a second job?"
Jett ignores the remark as the two take off, on their way to find Marquis as he heads away from this Adrenaline and into the giant one as he looks to qualify for Ante Up.


We watch the ending of last year’s Ante Up III where in the main event we witnessed Jett Wilder compete with Dakota Smith the defending champion against Jair Hopkins and CJ O’Donnell in a fatal four way. A match that will be repeated once again this year in the main event. Already qualified are Adrian Tanner Jr, Jason Cashe and current champion Bronx Valescence. But on last year’s edition we watch as Jair pins Dakota to end the match. Taking the lead in the match, and taking the belt from Dakota in the process. Panning out watching that match, either studying game tape or reliving past wounds is Jett Wilder who shakes his head.

JETT: ”I was that close to becoming the 4CW Champion. I had qualified for the match in the most dominant way. I was on a roll, and heading into that match I can honestly say I had never been more confident. I had been through my battles with Chris Madison, even being the only one that pinned him. But that progressed me as a wrestler and in the grandest stage of them all, in a city where I was hardly able to walk into any of the buildings. I nearly became the youngest 4CW Champion in history, almost took my rightful spot at the top. But did I? No. I fell short as Jair barely snuck in at the end and managed to get that pin. Now I could make all the excuses in the books. I could mention how Unstable and Omerta who at that point were basically one big stable, teamed up on me for most of the match. But at the end of the day it wasn’t that, that cost me. It wasn’t the fact that Dakota let himself be pinned by Jair at the end. It was not any of those reasons."
Jett conveniently ignores the fact that in that match he had yet to score, and in fact had very little offense at all. But none the less he remains very confident that he knows what went wrong and how to overcome it.

JETT: ”The simple truth is, I wasn’t ready. I was young, I was immature. But that was a full year ago. I went out, and for the first time experienced a job other than 4CW. First with another company and then a weekend delivering pizza’s. And while I may not have been proud of my time in that first company, I learned a lot at that pizza place and since than. You see I learned that you have to grow up eventually, you have to grow and become the man that you should be. And I can say now after growing up in this business, I have become a much more mature man."
The camera man clearly annoyed with always getting the gigs to have to tape Jett takes the chance to pan the camera out. So that Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy’s presence in the background of the shot. A stuffed bear that he went to war with Marquis over just a few weeks prior to this statement.

JETT: "I mean I really have grown up before all of your eyes. I have gone from being the little kid sneaking into the company underage. Who was known as the shy little kid, who would only talk to the catering lady because she reminded me of gam gam. But over the years you have watched me have my first fake relationship with Tara, to even eating my first butt. I have grown up before people’s eyes. My Boss, my first ever Boss. Has seen me go from being a little whiner who would come up with excuses for each loss to a man who never ever has any excuses unless they happen to be legit ones like injuries. I have battled through most if not all of them without ever even saying a word about them on Twitter. I am that guy now, I am a man. And you want to know how I have grown up? I have grown up from experience trials and tribulations."
While many would call Jett’s life to date the definition of white privilege. He has had a tougher road than perhaps some in their wrestling careers, starting in the biggest company in the world.

JETT: ”I could have started in some rinky dink company. I could have started wrestling in backyards like I can only imagine Jason Cashe did. Wrestling for the applause of everyone in the trailer park. But I did not. I could have started in some underground fight league like I am sure Dakota Smith did. But I did not. I could have even wrestled for some little upstart company on the boardwalk. But I never did that either. I started at the top and what did that mean? It meant that I was going to start my career wrestling with people that may have been a bit out of my league at the time. Sure I managed to beat a huge three hundred and fifty plus pound guy in my third match. But I knew that it would mean losing to legends of the sport. Guys like Jason Cashe, and other old stars at the time. But I worked my way through it, I worked my way up towards the top. I got my first belt the Pride title. And I got some big wins along the way. And it all led up to Ante Up. And on that night? I came up short. Because I still hadn’t grown up to the point I needed. But now? Here in twenty seventeen. You know what I am ready for? I am ready to take that next step."
Jett clicks play on the tape, allowing himself to watch Jair Hopkins reaction as he wins that top belt. Despite what any other member of the roster may claim, the ultimate prize in wrestling. No matter how often it’s imitated.

JETT: ”But in order to get back to where I want to be? I got one last match standing in my way. A match where I will have to beat three champions past and present in 4CW. And while last time I may have qualified by beating a few chumps that didn’t really belong. I now have to beat the man that was the very same champion, heading into that fatal four way match up at Ante Up. And while I know that Evil and Hollywood may have their own claims to fame. Sure one’s been a two time tag team champion, the other the current champion. But I think we all know that going into this match there is one heavy favorite in the match up. That being Dakota Smith. And long has he reigned over 4CW. I mean what has he not done? He’s been the 4CW Champion before. He’s been Extreme Champion on several occasions, he was Tag Champion for a week or so. And to date he is the only man in the 4CW Hall of Fame. And you want to know what I think of that? I think he has earned that. Sure the fact that he may or may not be a murderer may seem to be a reason to not induct him. But he has earned his place as being that Hall of Fame worthy wrestler. And more so he has earned his spot as the favorite in this match."
A moment of rare humbleness for the fans out there, though it ends quickly.

JETT: ”But it’s over now. Because I am going to end that run at being the man around here. Because in order for me to end this year long story, in order for me to truly take this next step in my career. Sure I’ll need to beat Evil and Hollywood and trust me, I’ll have a ton to say about them as well. But we all know who everyone in this match is gunning for, it’s Dakota. And last year he was the champion heading in, this year he won’t even be involved. Because I am going to take him down a notch, I am going to show him that the days of being afraid of him? For me are over. I used to have a night light back in the day, because of Dakota. We can walk right into my room right now and not see any night light. Those days are over! Just like Dakota’s days of being some big frightening guy in my life. Now days I see him for what he is for me this week. The first step in my ultimate redemption. I entered that match last year and let everyone down, including myself. This year I am going to do what  I vowed way back then, beat Dakota Smith. And beat Hollywood and Evil. Because those guys are what are in my path to victory."
Jett stands up, maybe not still dressing like a real adult male. But none the less having filled out over the years, even just from the kid sitting on the outside of the ring as Jair celebrates with the belt.

JETT: ”I don’t want that feeling of coming up short any more. I don’t want to be the one sitting on the outside watching as Chris Madison celebrates with my belt. I don’t want to be the one that watches along with two others, as Jair Hopkins celebrates getting his belt back. I want to be the one standing there under the lights, with that top belt. But in order to get there? I have to go through three champions. All guys that are I am sure going to dismiss me. Going to say I am still the same old kid that used to walk around back when Hollywood was still relevant. Still the same kid that Evil loves to make fun of me for being. The same boy that used to hide behind tables backstage when he smelt Dakota’s B.O. from down the hall. You all need to know that I am very serious about this opportunity because Dakota you’ve been there already. And Evil as much as you want it, you’ll always feel like you don’t deserve it. And Hollywood? You know full well you don’t belong anywhere near that belt. Unlike you when I left? I came back having learned a lesson. That that boy that lost at Ante Up?"
Jett stands up making sure they all hear him, wanting the world to know how big of a deal this matchup is for him.

JETT: ”Is now a man. A man that is going to walk into this Adrenaline...And get back where it all ended."

Adrenaline / Delivering the Goods
« on: May 06, 2017, 02:32:36 AM »
Delivering the Goods

Coming into the scene, we see what is the outside of a rather hole in the wall type of pizza joint - complete with the big slice of pizza on the front of the store window. We first find ourselves looking at Persephone Marquis sitting in her car outside the building. Appearing to be waiting for someone to get her pizza, until moments later Jett Wilder walks out of the building. He is completely set up in the local pizza shop’s shirt and some business pants, which he has way too low to look cool. Jett has in his hands a single gigantic looking pizza and he struggles to get into the car, in which he is the passenger.
J WILDER: “Still can’t believe you are making me do this...”

Jett, bitter that a seemingly throw away bet on the Bronx and Eli match has led to him getting a part time job delivering pizzas, sighs loudly and dramatically. Marquis seems to be enjoying seeing her little Jett in a business uniform. She smiles at him, almost proud. However, Jett feels as if there is a bit of condescension and amusement behind her smile.
MARQUIS:“You look so professional! Put on your seat belt, though, Beanie Baby; then we’ll be outie.”

Clearly not at all happy with the situation, Jett rather cautiously throws the pizza in the back seat as he buckles up before leaning back in his seat. Satisfied, Marquis puts the car into drive. Jett takes this moment in time to complain, lift the large weights of responsibility off of his shoulders one word at a time.

J WILDER: ”Whatever, this is stupid. All for some home fries, whatever those are. My Boss, Chino, is a hard ass."

Marquis glares over at him, upset with his vulgar use of the word which Jett realizes as soon as it slips out of his mouth. He doesn’t understand why Marquis, of all people, would discipline him over the use of profanity, considering who she is. She scolds him anyway.

MARQUIS:”Watch your fucking mouth, and when you refer to the team we’re facing? It’s the Antagonists only.”

Angrily, Jett mouths off out the window, but not loud enough for Marquis to hear. Despite having made her tap out weeks ago, he’s still not willing to talk back in a small car like this.

J WILDER: ”Those guys are chumps by the way, thinking they are hot stuff just because they are tag champions. And why are they tag champs? Because Jason got hurt and is sitting at home RTing butt pics for a living now. Also, all they ever do is fight. I mean, how is anyone supposed to consider them some great tag team when they are at each other’s necks half the time?"

Jett says this not even realizing how hypocritical it is as the two in the car were just, weeks ago, ready to kill each other over a stuffed bear. Marquis driving using a paper that Jett slipped her with the address, seeming to just be winging it.

J WILDER: ”But all they do is bicker, all they do is fight. And what was that all about at South Beach Brawl? They cannot even get along long enough to just take the night off. And for what? So that we could all just know who the weak link is. I mean, sure, Evil was the one that did something in the tourney, but in the end he choked. I mean, Bronx sort of ruined both their dreams of doing anything alone. So, here they are as the champions of the division that hasn’t really had any great champions to date since Black Listed..."

Jett rolls his eyes, not impressed with the division that Adrian and Evil currently calls themselves champions of. Marquis lets Jett rant, knowing that he must be stressed with having to work two jobs to support Fuzzy Wuzzy.

J WILDER: ”Either way, I would love to say our game plan should just be to divide and conquer. But I mean, they already did that for us. Evil is so upset that people are calling him the weak link that he will probably just take any chance to let Tanner take a fall that he can. I mean in reality these two won one big match, against two teams and groups that are thankfully dead now. And they are messing with the person who started Eli’s fall from grace and the person that made that person tap out..."

Marquis nearly stops the car to snap at him, but takes a deep breath instead. Jett simply gets an evil glare and words along with it.

MARQUIS:”Watch it.”

Jett knows better than to continue talking about his win, which some have questioned as Marquis perhaps easing up on the kid she used to tuck in at night.

J WILDER: ”But let’s be real, say I get that Fuzzy Wuzzy’s Revenge locked in, you really think either of them is going to be in any hurry to come stop me? Not a chance. I mean, I am sure Evil thinks it is some moral victory that he didn’t tap out to Adrian. So, I am also sure he would love to laugh at his partner for tapping to the arm bar, or maybe Tanner would take some solace in the fact that Evil can quit. The simple fact is that they don’t have the kind of bond that we do. We went through a lot of ups and a lot of downs. But in the end we grew stronger from it. How? Because we are true friends and a true team. I know that things were not always great, sure we had some battles over Uno, sure we had some battles in Foosball. Which may or may not have had rigged spinners, but whatever."

Jett quickly continues, not allowing Marquis any time to defend herself.

J WILDER: ”But we don’t get petty like them fighting over this and that. All of our fights were warranted like how you betrayed me and picked Dare over me..."

Marquis takes a turn and looks over at him, as she seems to be struggling to find the house. Something that neither of them seem at all worried about given a pizza is supposed to be delivered.

MARQUIS:”Was to teach you a lesson, all I ever did was for your best interest.”

J WILDER: ”But you had se---."

Jett seems to be about to question something, but stops himself not wanting at all to hear any of the details.

J WILDER: ”Anyways, I did this call out because first off I always thought that the two of us could do some damage as a tag team. I mean, we were the main event at South Beach Brawl. No belts, no nothing’s. And I know you are doing this weird no belt crusade of yours, but if we beat them, Perry will have no choice but to give us our shot and is there no better way to end this whole back and forth than with us sitting there. One belt around my waist and the other around...Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy’s."

Marquis seemed primed to correct his statement until he said Fuzzy Wuzzy, which she is content with.

J WILDER: ”I mean you versus Bronx? I got you. Me versus Bronx? I got me as well. And as a team? I could put together any combination and we handle them all. BWill and Bronx, Morta and Raab, Sativa and Manny, Dakota and Cashe. We beat them all. Just like if either of us faced any of them one on one, we take them all. Doesn’t matter if it’s former champions like Dakota, Sativa, or Cashe. Or even if it’s some of the lesser known people like Trace, Smalls, Boeing, or Cashe. Or even some of the weaker people on the roster like Cashe."

Clearly doing his best to say her boyfriend’s name as many times as he can until she catches onto what he is doing long enough to slap the back of his head.

MARQUIS: ”You two need to start getting along or I swear to Christ I’m going to start scheduling play dates if this immaturity doesn’t shape up. Have you guys build those intricate 3D puzzles together or some shit.”

Marquis stops, realizing she is turning onto the right street, driving slowly as Jett reaches back grabbing the pizza. Inadvertently hitting her head as he transitions it into his lap. This makes her hold the back of her head as he points behind her, the house she missed due to this hit.

J WILDER: ”You missed it."

MARQUIS “Because you fucking hit me with the box, you little-”

Marquis cuts herself off, gathering herself for a moment. Letting out a sigh, she flips a U to the house, parking the vehicle. Jett doesn’t seem to be in any hurry, does not rush to the door as he probably needs to at this point.

J WILDER: ”Just saying we are going to make a good team, I know it. I know that we couldn’t really come up with a cool team name. Which may make fans think we are not capable, but we are facing a team that is not even a real team. And they have a name so whatever. I just know that when it comes to working together, have these two ever been on the same page like we have? Have they ever recited every single word of John Tucker Must Die together? Did they ever go to jail together? Did either of them ever read a touching bed time story to each other? Like the Jett the Pirate story."

Jett gives her a look, as though when this is all said and done he is going to want to hear his favorite bedtime story again.

J WILDER: ”No they have not. All they have done is bicker and fight, and at the end of the day when push comes to shove, they won’t fight like we will for each other. Cause you are my babysitter and even though I do not always believe in all your teachings, how have I been doing lately? I have been on a roll. I beat Dare, I would have beaten everyone in that open battle royal if I had not let Alexis screw me. But that is in the past. I beat White, and I beat others as well."

Jett says this mostly so that he doesn’t have to name the person driving him.

J WILDER: ”And now that you brought back Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy. And he is fully functional. I know that we are unstoppable together, with Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy looking over us. We could be the most dominant team in the world and if that means beating a team that is a team only because two belts make them that way? Than I know we will get them."

Seeming to be getting a bit emotional over the return of his childhood bear being returned.

MARQUIS:”Yeah, yeah. We’ll get them, buddy. Go deliver that pizza, it’s been like forty minutes.”

Jett, seeming to have forgotten what he is even here for, gets out and heads towards the door.

MARQUIS:”Pull up your pants, you hooligan brat!”

Ignoring her as he continues walking up to the house Jett has the rather large pizza in hand, checking his little piece of paper to ensure that he is at the right spot. The two probably taking a bit longer than any normal delivery person would have.

Jett looks back at Marquis, annoyed at the minor wait between him ringing the bell and the person answering. Moments later the door answers and a middle aged woman answers the door, looking a bit like a former Prom Queen who took a few bad turns along the way. However, she looks done up to the nines, one strap down on her top. Batting her eyes and licking her lips at Jett who holds the pizza.

VANESSA: ”Mmmm, hi there. You are new. I am Vanessa."

Jett looks at her confused as to why that would matter to him, she clearly does not recognize him from the ring. Instead she looks like she hit the jackpot for delivery boy, doing a terrible job pretending to not find her money.

J WILDER: ”It’s twelve ninety nine.."

Stopping her search as she laughs and turns around, flirtingly grabbing his arm.

VANESSA: ”Oops! Must have forgotten my money inside, come on in."

Jett nods his head as he walks in, stopping to turn around and roll his eyes at Marquis, who is not even looking at the door. Vanessa closes the door as she turns and walks to the next room, wearing heels inside. Doing her best to sway her hips enough for him to notice.

J WILDER: ”Like sausage, huh?."

Jett makes mention of the type of pizza that was ordered as he stands there awkwardly. With her now long gone, in the next room as she yells out.

VANESSA: ”Mmm yes. I love the big sausage pizza!"

J WILDER: ”Umm, you ordered double sausage. All the sausages are the same size, the guy that makes them just sort of sprinkles them on."

Jett says this clearly oblivious, trying to cover his ass in case she tries to dispute the order. Moments later Vanessa emerges, now wearing a negligee. Something Jett would probably not know the name of if he tried, however this does not seem to phase him one bit.

VANESSA: ”Mmm you know, I think I must have misplaced my money. Maybe I can pay you back some other way..."

Saying this with a sexy bite of her lip, she walks forward only for Jett to shake his head looking stressed.

J WILDER: ”I am sorry, but my boss Chino is pretty strict. If he finds out I took some other form of payment, he will not be happy. Are you sure there isn’t something around here you can scrap together?"

Giggling, seeming to be thinking Jett is just playing hard to get, she walks over to a shelf bending over letting the negligee ride up her backside. Jett looks at her like she is stupid however.

J WILDER: ”I mean, it’s clearly not there. That is just a plant."

Seemingly annoyed by things not going the way she planned, she stops; looking around angrily. Wanting to give it one last effort.

VANESSA: ”Mmm maybe you can give me the tip this time..."

Jett, fed up, shakes his head once again.

J WILDER: ”Sorry, that is not how it works, I have to pay my friend gas money. And this drive was a bit out of the way, so I was thinking we would get paid..."

Fed up she stomps off angrily walking back with some cash from the kitchen shoving it to Jett who exchanges the pizza with her. She sets it down to the side, looking flustered with how poorly this went as Jett looks at the money upset with the amount, but pocketing it anyway. All four dollars of the tip. Turning to go outside, but being stopped as Vanessa walks over grabbing his arm.

VANESSA: ”You sure you don’t want to stay?"

Doing her best last ditch effort to make Jett realize the situation,she leans in. It seems to almost click with Jett until two loud honks can be heard from outside. Jett stops and quickly turns, heading out the door and leaving her in his dust. The middle aged woman angrily curses him under her breath as the door closes. Jett runs to the car, hopping in quickly.

J WILDER: ”That weirdo only gave me a two dollar tip!"

Marquis shakes her head saying “that bitch” under her breath as the two pull off, seemingly on the same page. But soon they will not be looking to deliver pizzas, they will be looking to deliver a win over the 4CW Tag Team Champions.

South Beach Brawl III / No More Mr. Fluffy
« on: April 23, 2017, 02:26:41 PM »

No More Mr. Fluffy

We come into the scene being witness to Jett Wilder actually dressed up nice. Wearing a black suit, looking dapper. However with an expression of a very pained individual. As we pan out we can see that he is standing over a grave, in his backyard. Looking to have wiped some tears away from him, we can’t see the engraving but can only assume it is for his fallen stuffed bear Mr. Fluffy Wuffy. Who perished at the hands of his biggest rival Marquis at the last Adrenaline. Jett grabs out a piece of paper, prepared to read words even though nobody is around.

JETT: ”Mr. Fluffy Wuffy was a bear, Mr. Fluffy Wuffy was always there. A bear by day and a bear by night, a bear that I could always hold tight. Sleeping with me on my bed, his love was always spread. Marquis tore his arm off and ended his life, now I want to get her back with a knife."

Jett glares at the ground, the mention of the person behind this murder bringing out evil thoughts in his head. But straightening up, he knows that is not why he is here.

JETT: ”Mr. Fluffy Wuffy I loved you so, I wish you did not have to go. You stood by my side when nobody else would, and loved me more than any bear could. Mr. Fluffy Wuffy you were my bear for ever and ever, taking out your murderer is my next endeavor."

Jett wipes a tear away from his eye as he folds up the paper, back into his pocket. Shaking his head as he turns away from the casket and towards the camera.

JETT: ”I asked you to send a camera here, so that Mr. Fluffy Wuffy would get paid the proper respects. But also because I want to explain exactly what I am going to do to you Marquis. I know you will watch this and I know you are probably laughing at what you did to me. I am sure you take solace in the fact that you finally took my last friend away from me. You are probably happy that now not only was I stabbed in the back by everyone else. Now the one bear that was with me through it all, is now gone. I am sure you are somewhere laughing. I am sure you even took his remains and did something awful with them. The fact he may be in two parts, in Jason Cashe’s double wide trailer somewhere makes me sick. And yet should I be surprised? Should I have expected any different? No. Because you like everyone else in my life turn their backs on me. Every chance you get."

Jett paces, luckily not having any near by neighbors to call the cops over someone talking wildly in a backyard.

JETT: ”I mean I SHOULD be going to South Beach Brawl to face Tara Davidson. I should be fighting for that Fate title. But Alexis turned her back on me. She double teamed me with Mariano to get me out after I had helped make her both relevant and bring her to the end of that match. And who else? Tara pretended to be my girlfriend as a joke. Now she constantly bullies me. So why should I have ever expected you to be the difference Marquis. From the moment I met you, I knew I shouldn’t trust you. But instead what did I do? I ended up falling in love with you. Not in that way but I fell in love with you as a friend and what did you do? You broke my heart just like the rest."

Jett clearly an emotional man right now, reeling from the betrayals of the past few months. Along with the death of Mr. Fluffy Wuffy.

JETT: ”And maybe I should have known. Were you really ever my friend? Or were you just there because you were getting paid to babysit me. At the time I liked to think that you actually did not care about that. That you liked spending time with me. That you liked watching John Tucker Must Die with me, that you liked dishing on the goings on in 4CW. But the whole time, you were never my friend. And I really should have known, because it was clear that you wanted to take me out. Now that I have seen what kind of a murderer you really are, I think we all know what your REAL intentions were with those mini corn dogs. You wanted me to choke on those BARELY cooked mini’s. You were trying to take me out even way back than. Even before all of this had started you were trying to take me out. And now let’s question why that is...Why would you want me out of the picture?."

Continuing to walk along, shaking his head unable to cope with all the emotions going through him long enough to stand still.

JETT: ”It’s because you saw me and you saw what you could never be. You saw a kid who had a family that loved him. You saw a kid who even despite not having the most normal upbringing had all that he wanted. You saw someone who was happy! And that is really the problem isn’t it? You are a miserable person. Everyone else on the roster is constantly down on themselves. You got couples fighting, people with low self esteem like you. But you saw me and you saw a kid who still had hope, still had a glimmer of light in him. And so you decided to play the long game, you decided to ruin all of that. You became my friend, at least I thought. And you let me have even more hope. I had never really had any real friends, I never had anyone I could talk with about things in my life. Bryan is my buddy but I could not talk to him about nightmares, about my secrets. But you made me think that I could, just so that in the end you could make me as miserable as you. A miserable woman who wants to make everyone around as unhappy as you..."

Quickly going from giving a eulogy for a stuffed bear, to lashing out on a tirade against his rival’s character.

JETT: ”So even though I was getting bullied by the locker room. Even though I was not always the most mature person, I still had someone to talk to about things. You let me trust you only so at the proper time, you could stab me in the back. Could almost say you decided to Harry Potter me and let me get taken out at the PROPER time. And when I thought that everything was good. When I thought that even though most people on the roster shunned me I had you. You picked Dare..."

Still clearly a dark moment in his life, just bringing up All or Nothing seems to almost make Jett start to shake.

JETT: ”That was SUPPOSED to be a great night for me. I was well on my way to beating Dare and proving the prior win he had over me was only because of Tony. And even though at times you didn’t seem to really be on my side during the lead up. I thought that you were just trying to be nice to Dare that you clearly liked me more. I mean we had spent how many times together when you baby sat me? How many times had we talked about secrets. There was no way you were really going to side with your stupid agent and his stupid wrestler. When you came out, I thought wow she came to see me get this huge win. But instead you finally got what you wanted, to see me unhappy. You stabbed me in the back, I STILL won. Overcoming it all. But in the end you got to see me as unhappy as you. Because you never cared about me, you never were my friend. You hated me from the start and you just wanted to bring me down. So you know what, you have your mission accomplished Marquis."

Jett looks back at the tombstone, still out of view from being able to read Mr. Fluffy’s name.

JETT: ”I even tried to trust someone else, just to spite you. And she ended up turning on me just the same. So you got what you wanted, you made it so that I couldn’t trust anyone. You just couldn’t stand to see me innocence so you took my ability to trust, you took away my stuffed bear. But you know what I am going to take from you? I am going to take away your livelihood. I am going to take away your career. I am going to take away all that respect that the rest of the roster has for you..So you can feel as low as I felt. Because I am sure you are feeling pretty good right now aren’t you Marquis? Your plan to bring me down is almost complete. You KILLED my bear. You are back in love with Jason Cashe. And you even beat the top champion of the company, Eli. And now people are starting to sort of claim that you are the uncrowned champion...You are probably feeling pretty good about yourself."

Jett shakes his head only more annoyed that while she has brought him down, she has only been having success after success.

JETT: ”Even though I think your whole, “I don’t need a belt to matter” thing is not really how you feel. I am sure it felt getting validation by beating Eli. And now everyone is all so high about Persephone. But you know where that goes after South Beach Brawl? It all goes away. Because being the underdog that I am, people don’t ever show me the respect that I deserve. So when I come after you and I take you out. That Eli win? Nobody remembers it. I take all of your momentum and make it my own. And you know what I am going to do when I get to the top with it? I am going to hold the belt that deep down you know you secretly want. And I am going to hold it high above you, so that you can feel just like you made me feel when you stabbed me in the back. I want you to have to see that despite all your efforts to hurt me, all your efforts to bring me down. I came through it, and I won anyways. I want you to see me at the top and know that you will NEVER get there."

Jett smirks at the vision in his head, bringing some happiness during these dark times for him.

JETT: ”But it isn’t enough just to beat you. I want to hurt you, I want to take you out. I want to knock you off that perch. You may have gotten lucky in Foosball but I am happy it worked out this way. I am happy that in the end I get to face you one on one cause I want to be able to hurt you Marquis. Hurt you like you hurt me, hurt you like you hurt Mr. Fluffy Wuffy. Because your time as the uncrowned champion it all ends. And you know how I want to end this? Not with a Swag Splash, not with just any move. I am going to end this with a arm bar. An arm bar because it is the thing you took away from my bear. Because that is how you SHOULD go down. And when you tap out you know I could release the hold like you SHOULD have with Fluffy. But you know what I am going to do instead? I am going to hold it Marquis. I am going to continue to tear until every last piece of your stuffing falls out. Because this grave isn’t for Fluffy..."

Jett turns allowing the camera to get a look at the headstone, which reads Persephone Marquis 1992-2017. With a little line under reading ‘Died Alone’. Jett smirks even though this entire setup is a bit corny, you can tell he is super pleased with the pay off of it.

JETT: ”It is for you and your time at the top Marquis. So enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy knowing that you got a win over Eli. And sure am I happy that your win over him made it so our match is clearly the biggest on the card. And I know that fans are now calling us the best match of the night. But this isn’t a match. A match is what I had with that old dude Cliff White. You and I are going to fight! And I am going to enjoy hurting you Marquis. So just be ready, cause the fun and games with Uno and Foosball are over. This has become so extremely personal. But it all ends at South Beach Brawl because I am going to knock you off so badly. And when it’s all said and done you will look back on your choice to turn on me, to stab me in the back and choose Dare. And you will know it was the worst choice of your life..”

Leaning back and kicking over the tombstone which we now can see was a pretty poorly made paper one.

JETT: ”I am taking your arm, your stuffing, and everything else from you at South Beach Brawl. Time to end this once and for all.."

Jett walks off leaving the fallen tomb stone to blow away. As he looks to put an end to what has become a truly personal rivalry with the death of Mr. Fluffy Wuffy.


Like a Marvel movie, even though our main feature is done we find ourselves watching as Luiz Cavalcante is talking on the phone in the kitchen. The loyal bodyguard whose English has only gotten better over time. Talking with someone back in Brazil, a old friend.

LUIZ: "No, unfortunately I do not think that girl is going to sleep with me like I hoped to get back at him. I know, I know it is not fair."

Luiz clearly upset with not having gotten slept with out of spite like Carmella by Marquis. About to go on until he hears footsteps.

LUIZ: "I have to go."

Luiz quickly hangs up not wanting any of the Wilder’s to hear what he was talking about. As Jett walks into the kitchen, now dressed less formal in just shorts and a shirt. Walking around with his Uno championship belt one he is very proud of.

JETT: ”Good they are almost done."

Jett says this while looking down at the oven, leaving us to wonder what could possibly be cooking. Even more shocking that Jett actually even cooking what may be the first meal he has ever prepared.

JETT: ”Hey Luiz you think I’ll beat Marquis right?"

Luiz nods his head in agreement though one could question how honest he is. Just then the oven starts to beep as Jett puts on some gloves and reaches into the oven.

JETT: ”Boom."

Setting down a pan of crisply cooked to perfection Mini Corn Dogs, a big meal to get him properly ready for South Beach Brawl.

Adrenaline / Trust Issues
« on: April 10, 2017, 02:18:56 AM »

Trust Issues

We come into the almost too familiar room of Jett Wilder at this point. Where we find ourselves watching as Jett sits on the floor ripping apart something. As we get a better glimpse it is revealed to be a collage of some of the wrestler’s in 4CW. Tearing at them piece by piece as we now see that Luiz Cavalcante the bodyguard is present for this down point. Paid to be there as usual.

JETT: ”I am tired of it Luiz. I make a friend, I try to be kind. I do what people say I should do. I compliment them, I try to do everything I can to get along. And yet one by one I am getting stabbed in the back by everyone I trust. I mean how can this possible keep happening? I am a good person, I am a nice guy. What have I done to deserve being the guy that people like to step all over. I mean you know is there anyone more poorly treated in this company than me? Anybody Luiz?"

Not really even bothering to truly listen Luiz has the beats down. Knowing when to shake his head yes or no, this time no to reaffirm Jett’s words.

JETT: ”There is nobody. I mean you know how much I have tried to be liked in that locker room. And what do I get for it? I have been the locker room leader. I have tried to clean it up. For everyone’s sake. And what do I get? I get hate. I get people trying to make me feel miserable. And all because of what? Because they seem to think I have ulterior motives. I never do, I am just a nice guy. With a full heart..Why can’t any of them see that Luiz."

Jett takes this chance to rip apart a portion of the collage centered around Alexis Morrison.

JETT: ”Like Alexis. You know what she was before I reached out to her on Twitter? She was a nobody. She was someone that would show up in the locker room. Nobody would talk to her. She was an outcast. Was not a member of any clique’s, New Gen didn’t call her part of their weird crew. She was not Royal Family material. She was nothing. And her career? It was floundering. Couldn’t even beat Mariano...I mean MARIANO. That guy is the biggest joke around. You know what she was in that match? She was a throw in. She didn’t matter, she wasn’t talked about. But you know what I did? With one tweet I brought her to the forefront. Suddenly people were talking about her. All because I made an agreement to work with her until the end so we could go head to head. I mean Lord Raab? He didn’t belong at the end. Mariano sure didn’t. Nor did any of the others. But I brought Alexis to the end, I did ALL THE WORK. And what do I get for it? She betrays me."

Jett angrily scattering the pieces around, in a fit. As Luiz not wanting to let this slip by without posing a bit of a question.

LUIZ: "Weren’t you going to turn on her..."

Jett looks at him like he has told an egregious lie.

JETT: ”Never! My plan was always very simple Luiz. I was going to bring her to the end. And than we would meet up in the center of the ring. And we can decide who the best really is. But what did she do instead? She ends up betraying me and teaming up with Mariano. There I am, doing everything I can to eliminate the guy that she could not beat. The guy that deep down I knew Alexis was SCARED of. And I did just that, I got him out of there. But what do they do? They turn on me. Mariano does not release me when am eliminated and Alexis uses that to team up with Mariano to eliminate me. Yet again here I am getting teamed up against by someone who I came to with the idea in the first place. I made Alexis relevant in this match! I made her relevant in this company. And she turns her back on me, just like everyone else. Just LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!"

Clearly having a melt down right now, we find ourselves watching as Jett seemingly hits his breaking point.

JETT: ”I lose my title shot because. My shot at getting revenge on another girl that has been nothing but cruel to me. A girl that played a mean trick to making me think we were dating. Only to tell me it was all a prank after I ended up liking her. Very funny. So hilarious. And ever since, I have had a crush. And she has used that crush to make fun of me at every encounter. Jett is a loser this, Jett is obsessed that. You know what? Yes I did like her. But I am past that now. I know that she is just like every other person in this world I trusted. She does not care about me. And I lost the chance to finally prove to her that I am not a joke. I am not that same silly boy who got tricked into falling for his crush. That the joke is not on me for once, that I am the man. AND I LOST IT WHY? Because yet again, I trusted someone who stabbed me in the back the first chance they got."

Jett again scatters the remnants of what used to be one of Tara’s twitter pictures around the ground.

JETT: ”They love to make fun of me. I am the home schooled loser. Jason Cashe loves to poke fun at me. Even people I think are sometimes my friends. People I respect. Eli and Gene they don’t care about me. Eli looks down on me, so does Gene. They all look down on me! And I am sick of it. I give it my all every single week and what do I get for it? I get put down, I get thrown away to the side. I am always the joke no matter how hard I try to be anything but that...I trust, people. They use me, they laugh at me behind my back. Same story different day. Over and over again, and the one that I trusted more than ALL OF THEM. Continues to be the worst of them."

Luiz watching as Jett seems to have his villain origin story moment. As Jett slowly scrapes to the side a still intact picture of himself and Marquis.

JETT: ”Alexis. Was never my friend. Tara was clearly never my friend. The rest of the roster? They have never been my friends. But...Marquis was my friend. She was supposed to be the one I could trust. I watched John Tucker Must Die with her. I told her secrets I would not tell anyone else about. I trusted her around Mr. Fluffy Wuffy...."

Just saying his name is a sore subject for Jett as he takes a moment of silence for his seemingly lost teddy bear.

JETT: ”And she stabbed me in the back worst than them all. She sided with my bitterest of rivals. She sided with them. And now here I am realizing that there is only one truth in life Luiz. You can’t trust anyone in this world. You can’t trust people you consider friends. You can’t trust people that say they’ll have your back. You can’t trust people that seemingly like you. No you know what you can rely on? That people are not inherently good they are inherently bad! These people in this company aren’t supposed to be my friends they are supposed to be my targets. I am sick of trying to make friends with people that will only turn their backs on me in the end. I am sick of putting my trust that at some point some one good will come along. Because you know what I have realized about wrestlers? They are all a bunch of selfish losers. They only care about themselves and you know what? It’s time for me to do the exact same thing. It’s time for me to be the Future Amazing Great."

Jett rips apart the final seemingly intact picture of the bunch, tossing the pieces of himself and Marquis to the side.

JETT: ”I lost my shot at the Fate title. Sure. But you know what? I get the chance to hurt someone this week. I get a chance to throw back the pain this world has given to me, back to the ones that have given it to me. This Cliff White guy? He embodies everything I hate about this business. He is a old veteran with a million title reigns, all over the globe. He is a old man that has given his life to this business and does he get the proper respect? Nope the roster ridicules him just like they do me. They toss him to the side, they disrespect his legacy. All because the people in this business are a bunch of hateful scum. So you know what? I may as well play along. I could show him the respect he deserves. I could admit that he has done a lot and he could probably give me a few pointers on how he made it so long. OR...I can put the old man out of his misery once and for all.."

Jett shakes his head as Luiz at this point has either dozed off completely, or at least is resting his eyes.

JETT: ”You know what would happen if I went to Cliff White for help? I am sure at first he would be flattered, I am sure at first he would take me under his wing. He would tell me all about how he used to it in his days. How they used to drive from city to city working for gas money and whatever they could get from the gas station food wise. I am sure that he would tell me stories about how the boys used to play pranks on one another. How back when he wrestled women weren’t even allowed to face men. And even though he may seemingly have some issues with the fact that they do in 4CW. And even though I am sure I would feel a bit uncomfortable about how he talks about Jair Hopkins. I am sure things would go great for a bit...But in the end you know what he would do? He would stab me in the back. Just like everyone else has around here..."

Jett looks down at the scattered pieces of those people.

JETT: ”So you know what? I won’t go to him for advice. I won’t ever treat him with the respect he has probably earned. I will instead keep him away from my inner circle. Because that inner circle is now just me. And instead of showing him that respect? I am going to absolutely disrespect everything about him. Because I could look at his accomplishments as meaningful or I can look at them as a thing of the past. Because long gone are the days of Cliff ever fighting for gold. Because going forward he will continue to be just what he was in that battle royal last week. I mean sure he stood out, sure he looked great. But at the end of the day, was he in the mix at the end? Nope. He was beaten by a loser who talks about video games all day. When Cliff started I don’t even think video games existed, I am not even sure they even knew what fun was. But yet here he is, with all of that experience. Getting eliminated by a guy who thinks of experience by however much his latest quest in the game gets him. That is where things have come for him. The old veteran, fighting out his last days. Admirable. But in the end? It’s a sad story."

Jett taking out his frustrations out on Cliff, letting all his recent heart break culminate with him.

JETT: ”And I am sure you’ll come out here and talk about me like the rest of the roster. As the little loser who has his mom in his corner. As the young kid who was eliminated to the tune of My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion in a battle royal. Maybe you’ll mention how I have a crush on Tara. How one of my only friend turned on me. How I made a plan, and the person I brought to the limelight ended up being the one to eliminate me. Maybe you’ll talk about how I have so much to learn. And you know what? You are right but I am learning all the time. When I get eliminated by Alexis? I learn that I can't trust anyone. When I get stabbed in the back by my friend? I learn that nobody ever really has my best interest in mind. I am learning day by day, night by night, and show by show. Because I am probably just like you were at one point Cliff. You probably had the same experiences as I did. Thinking you can trust people. But at some point you realized you got to ride solo. You got to take care of your own. So this week starts the beginning of that..."

Jett clearly not fully happy with that realization, deep inside always wanting to have someone he can rely on.

JETT: ”So we’ll do battle Cliff...We’ll go head to head. And I am going to do whatever it takes to get the job done. If that means doing things that some may not like, so be it. Because that’s how you get ahead around here. Maybe in another life I could have been taken under your wing Cliff. Maybe in another life we would have made for a funny little tag team where I would make jokes about fashion. And you would reply confused. And maybe we could have driven from town to town, talking about the latest news. And maybe I would bring up how they are opening non-gender biased bathrooms. And when you replied with a bit too homophobic of a response I would change the subject. But that is not this life and that’s why instead of coming to you for advice. I am going to learn my lessons from you in the ring. And I am going to get the job done. Because it’s not your time now, it’s my time. And knowing now what I know about this world. The only way I get to the top..."

Jett takes a deep breath, coming to terms with it.

JETT: ”Is by only trusting myself."

Adrenaline / Date With the Champion
« on: March 26, 2017, 06:20:28 PM »

Date With the Champion

We start with a quick cut of a sign outside of what looks to be a rec center, stating Charlotte 13th Annual Speed Dating and Bingo Night. We than cut inside where the Wilder’s Jett and Carmella are ready to go. Unsure at first which will be attending as while Carmella looks dressed up, Jett looks the opposite in his usual loose fitting t-shirt and shorts.

CARMELLA: "Do you really think this is a good idea? Sure some of these people are going to be pretty weird...I am sure someone will come along."

JETT: ”Mom, I am doing this. I want a girl that isn’t with me just cause I am the greatest professional wrestler in the world. Not just because she knows I am the future champion. Now that I am no longer into my old ex-girlfriend...I need to move on."

Jett of course referencing his old fake ex-girlfriend and a girl he has set his eyes on in the ring this time.

JETT: ”Now just let me go in there, they will think I am lame if my mom is here."

CARMELLA: "Ok just remember to let them talk..."

Carmella not liking the idea, shrugs. And walks off taking Luiz who was standing at the door with her. As he walks into the room now looking around at several booths set up as he takes a seat at one of the tables, grabbing a name tag and putting it on. Taking a deep breath as the person running the show announces that they are getting under way and that the women will be going from table to table. Jett fixes his shirt than waits as right away a cute looking girl walks over, wearing too much makeup but under it all probably looking nice.

NICOLE: "Hi there, I am Nicole."

Jett reaches out and when she goes for a shake, he awkwardly goes in for a fist bump.

JETT: ”Hi I am Jett Wilder, I am a professional wrestler."

Quickly throwing out his entire idea about not wanting them to know he is somewhat a celebrity.

NICOLE: ”Oh my God, my ex boyfriend was totally an athlete as well. But he was totally a jerk, he never cared about me. He was the least gentlemanly person I ever knew. And guess what? He is dating one of my co-workers now, some stupid girl. Totally am doing this to find a guy to make him angry, he’ll learn soon he made a mistake."

Jett never much of a listener, seems to hear every other word wanting to say his piece.

JETT: ”Haha that is crazy. Well, I mean if you want to know more about me. I am a wrestler, I am a good one. In fact you sort of remind me of this girl I am facing this week, for a shot at the Fate Championship. I am sure you have never heard of it, but it’s a REALLY big deal. And this girl has held it a couple times but by now most people have sort of already forgotten about it. Her name is Niobe, but she is sort of known as being this one chump’s ex girlfriend. She has held this belt a few times but won’t get it again, she has been around since like day one. Yet nobody ever really thinks about her much, she seems like an ok person. But there are stars and then there are people like Niobe. She is just sort of...on the roster. Even with all the make up, nobody really ever notices her. I mean in this match up she probably has the most 4CW experience and has held the belt yet...nobody will really take her too seriously at all. She probably gets eliminated first or something. I mean she just lost to her ex-boyfriend a week ago so I am sure she is going to be in a especially bitter mood. I can’t take her too lightly though because even though she hasn’t been doing great lately. For some reason whenever this Fate belt is up for grabs she seems to do well. But I will toss her out easily, toss her out like her old boyfriend did...So tell me, where do you work?"

Jett sends it back her way, and while many would be upset with someone for taking that much time. Nicole doesn’t seem to mind seeming to want to vent herself but as she goes to open her mouth the buzzer rings signalling a change. Jett not seeming upset to see her go, watches her leave as she gets up quick to tell someone else about her ex boyfriend as the next person comes Jett’s way. Wilder glances down at his phone already seeming bored as a woman with soccer mom hair, looking like she is in her mid-40’s walks over. Looking like a soccer mom. Looking excited when she sees Jett.

MARGARET: "Hi I am Margaret, I am recently divorced. My son’s are both about your age, really into soccer. They are both great..as our their team mates. Oh and I love video games. You like orange slices?"

JETT: ”Yeah, I guess. I am Jett by the way, I am a wrestler."

This perks Margaret right up.

MARGARET: "Oh wow, so you must wear those little speedo’s right?"

Jett oblivious to her clear advances.

JETT: ”Yeah, I do. I have a big Fate Championship number one contender’s match coming up. You should totally watch, facing a couple of chumps. Your hair reminds me of one of the guys I am facing, he has that same hair cut."

She runs her hand through it, assuming that he means it a good thing.

JETT: ”Yeah his name is Mariano. He might be the weirdest guy I know. This is a roster where we have guys that are like cannibals, we got some weird demented guy, a couple that is always fighting in the same room as each other on Twitter, and a guy that wears a mask and spits green goo. And some how despite all of that, this weird dude is the strangest guy on the roster. He makes everything a quote about some video game. Every sentence ends with the word mang like it’s his own version of a period. Has some issues with chick flicks, but you know what his issue is? He is too busy trying to be the good guy all the time, too busy thinking he is the hero of some video game or something. I mean he is friends with everybody. He rolls Generation Now like they are some guild he does missions for. And you know who is the least relevant member of that team? Him. I mean even if with their captain Bryan out injured and Bronx and Lauryn falling short in the tag team world. This guy still hasn’t really ever stood out, and he is too nice. Does anyone really want to see him versus Tara? Not a single soul. He kisses her butt all the time, he practically runs when she mentions a chick flick. Yet he still watches them with her. Nobody wants to see Mariano lose to Tara because as usual he is trying to be a good knight and not hurt the damsel. This guy is a loser and he and I do not get along. I want him out of the picture and when I toss him out of the ring, I will rid myself of having to hear mang and Skyrim and whatever else stupid things he does. He is like an annoying song on repeat over and over again."

Not seeming the slight bit annoyed, the woman seems too content just to look Jett over.

JETT: ”Plus he was in the tournament that I should have honestly been in. But that is fine, he lost like we all thought he would. And now I will toss him out of the ring in a hurry.."

MARGARET: "Well if you ever want to settle things with him, we have a trampoline out our house. I can bring you out some lemonade when you guys get sweaty...And I am sure you would love my pie."

As she finishes, before Jett can take her up on the offer. One that he still has clearly not realized to have a whole nother meaning to it the bell rings meaning it is time to switch. Margaret not yet giving up as she stands up.

MARGARET: "I live two blocks away, blue house with the trampoline and their is always warm pie in the window!"

Jett turns away not really caring as the next date comes his way, she takes a seat. Looking a bit normal, not really standing out in beauty. But not really ugly either, but before they can begin to speak a commotion breaks out across the way. As we watch a man going wild at his booth, getting pulled away by security as the woman sitting across the table from him sits in fear.


While the women sitting across from Jett seems worried, Jett just has a laugh.

JETT: ”Haha he reminds me of this weird guy I work with. I just whooped him last week in the ring. He wants a title bad, but I am going to have to take him out again. In reality I should not have to face him in the ring, I mean he LOST last week. So did Mariano, so did most of these people. Yet I am the one that has to beat them all in a contender’s match, I should already be the contender! This is so stupid, oh I am Jett by the way.."

MARIA: "Hi I’m Maria, I’m from the United Kingdom. I think it's stonking yeh a wrestler. My dad actually used to wrestle as well. I know how hard of a life it can be, he was constantly getting injured. I’m sure it's not cushy but ye are still young."

Though she speaks rather good English, Jett not used to any sort of other language shakes his head.

JETT: ”Oh I am sorry I only speak English..."

Before she can correct him on that, Jett goes back to talking to himself as he has been most of the time.

JETT: ”I am facing some guy from your country as well this week. Cliff White. He is some super, duper, old guy. I mean he looks like a combination of rust and sand paper. I do not know how he still keeps going, but he thinks he can honestly hang with me? No way. I mean at some point the poor old dude has to hang them up. I think he was wrestling even before my mom’s generation. Of all the people in this match, I know that Raab won’t ever give up. Niobe tends to do well with the lights on bright. But this Cliff guy? I feel like he is going to like go for a top rope elbow drop and the show will cut to credits leaving us to wonder if he made it or not. But the fact is, he is going to get tossed out. I am sure he is going to throw out his back, and he’ll end up having to go home to see his great grandchildren with a broken leg. I wish I didn’t have to pick on senior citizens, but if this loss helps him finally realize that it is time to take that next step from wrestling to selling his old antique’s I will have done him a favor. Anyways I am sorry I can’t understand you, you seem nice."

The woman looking stunned at how rude he is, shakes her head and stands up walking off even before the buzzer goes off. Jett shakes his head, grabbing out his phone seeming to be bored of the entire situation already. The buzzer rings and deciding he is over it, Jett stands up and walks off. As he does we see a beautiful younger woman, probably Jett’s age. Walk over confused looking around, as Jett walks out of the speed dating area and back to the front area. Where his mother and Luiz are already waiting now with just some Starbuck’s clearly expecting Jett to get bored quickly.

CARMELLA: "How did it go?"

Carmella asks this even though she knew it was supposed to take another thirty minutes. As Jett shrugs his shoulders.

JETT: ”They were all awkward."

Jett continues on with the gang, as Carmella nods knowing she is right. As Luiz open the door so Jett can hop in the back seat, as Luiz walks around to the front as Carmella starts to drive.

CARMELLA: "Well I think we can look else where but it was still a good idea, to explore your options. But let’s talk about this battle royal, do you really think trusting this Alexis girl is the best idea? She doesn’t seem like the trustworthy type."

JETT: ”Yeah, yeah. Listen she seems like she was a fan of mine. Plus she knows that I am better than Mariano. I think the whole world knows that, but Alexis? She just took a huge L to him at the All or Nothing show. So she knows she’ll need my help to get by in this one. And let’s face the facts who is everyone in the match going to be going for? Raab is still going to be mad that I crushed him last Adrenaline. So he’ll probably be going for me. This old Cliff guy? Who do you think a old wrestler on his last legs is going to go after? I am going to assume it’s the young stud that is the future. Obviously Mariano hates me. So what better idea than to have a partner for a bit. We team up, I get rid of Mariano for her. We get rid of all these other losers than we go head to head. And then I will toss her out, when she isn’t looking. I mean, seems like a pretty perfect plan to me."

Jett proud of himself, always one to have a plan.

CARMELLA: "I mean the girl does not seem stupid, I am sure she’ll be expecting it. If not planning on doing the same thing when the time comes. I am just saying do not trust her too much..."

JETT: ”Trust me mom, I won’t. She’ll go out when I want her to go out. She is probably the biggest threat in the match, she has been on a bit of losing streak. Which will only make her more hungry. But I will take her out anyways, maybe we can be friends afterwards. But there is no friends in my path to Tara...."

Most in the match probably more interested in the Fate Championship, it’s clear Jett has more than one reason to win this match.

JETT: ”All these other people just don’t want this as much as me. Mariano? He’s basically best friends with Tara. Cliff? He is so old he will probably forget what is on the line with this match. But all of them do not want to see Tara Davidson in that ring more than me. I hate her, she constantly makes a fool of me. She pretended to be my girlfriend! She constantly shames me for having a crush on her. But that crush? It’s over now. The only thing that will be crushed is her title reign when I get the chance to face her one on one. All these wrestlers think I want this match so I can touch Tara or do whatever with Tara. But they are wrong. I want to win this match so that I can pry that belt from her hands. So that all the times she made fun of me, all the times she bullied me. Will be in the past. And she will finally have to respect me as a man. I am going to take that Fate Championship. I am going to ruin Tara’s reign. And when it’s all said and done, they will all show me the respect I deserve.

That belt is going to be mine. None of them can stop me."

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