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Bad Company V / Coming Off The Bench
« on: August 22, 2019, 02:22:18 AM »
“A company always on the run
A destiny, oh it's the rising sun
I was born, a shotgun in my hands
Behind the gun
I'll make my final stand, yeah
That's why they call me…..”

As the Five Finger Death Punch version of Bad Company blasts out of a jukebox in a hole in the wall bar in the middle of nowhere off we see a where people are drinking, laughing and a bald-headed man with a salt and pepper colored ZZ Top beard wearing a white Liverpool jersey is arguing with a man in a red Manchester United jersey.

“Fuck you mate! We can settle this right now!”

The bald-headed man yells towards the Red Devils fan who gets in his face and his buddies slowly get off of their stools and stand next to their friend. The bald-headed man sees he’s out numbered and takes a step back.

“OI! This isn’t over mate!”

The bald-headed man shouts as he backs away and heads towards the bar to order another pint and as he passes we see a familiar face shaking his head, and that face belongs to none other than everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens. It’s been awhile since we saw Stevens in a 4CW ring….in fact it was in 2017 losing to Bryan Williams and Persephone Marquis. Not his finest hour. Not much has changed either since we last saw Stevens in 4CW as his level of losing has spiraled into the latest incarnation of High Octane Wrestling. The man who was a breath away from winning the 4CW championship many moons ago has been regulated to being a background player, a reserve, a benchwarmer if you will.

Since HOW return Stevens has not won a single match. He’s had title opportunities and matches against the toughest competition around, but The Lonesome Loser remains winless. Not only is he winless, but he’s also trying to fight for existence because Stevens hasn’t shown up on HOW programming lately. When Lee Best was the majority owner Stevens missed an entire month of action. When Mike Best took over following his victory at War Games he was left off the show. Stevens was tired of the disrespect he was getting and ventured out to other companies if HOW wasn’t going to use him. Stevens wrestled in OCW until it closed and when he got the phone call from Perry Wallace he jumped at the chance to enter the Bad Company tournament because this was an opportunity he wanted. He was going to seize the moment just like he did on Refueled when he and his tag partner laid everyone out in the last HOW show from Florida.

The Texan sips on what appears to be a Guinness based on the darkness of the drink as he is watching something on his tablet. As the image pans around we see that Stevens is watching Cyrus Riddle and Dakota Smith, last year’s Bad Company Tag Tournament winners, leaving nothing but scorched earth in their path to victory and tag title gold. Stevens watches the various matches like a hawk especially when Cyrus Riddle steps into the ring. The former multiple time XTV champion looks for any weakness or anything he can exploit against Riddle when the two face off in the first round of the tournament. Stevens places his glass down on the wooden table as he watches intently of the finals of last year’s Bad Company tournament finals match against The Carlson Dynasty. The Texan nods along at the fluidity of the partnership between Cyrus and Dakota. Everything looks crisp and clean to the point you would think they were one. Stevens’ interests peaks when Cyrus tags into the match and delivers a massive lariat to the back of Eli Carlson’s head to pick up the victory. The final image seen is Dakota Smith and Cyrus Riddle standing in the ring victorious with tag titles raised high into the air as they are announced as the winners before the video stops playing.

“I figured Perry wouldn’t make it easy for me, but putting me against the defending tournament champion wasn’t what I was expecting.”

Stevens says with a chuckle as he places the tablet down onto the table before picking his beer back up and taking another swallow of the liquid abyss.

“Bad Company is back once again with fresh faces and old, and I’m excited to be a part of it once again, but nervous as well.”

The Texan quips as he places his beverage back onto the table.

“I’m nervous because I see a lot of names I know and a lot of names that are a mystery to me. I know people like Jason Cashe, and what he is capable of inside of a ring when he gives a fuck. I’m familiar with his partner, Redd Thunder, and the two of them should be a formidable duo.”

Stevens says with respect in his tone.

“This is why I love competing in 4CW because of Perry’s come and beat us mentality. From South Beach Brawl to Bad Company if you claim to be one of the best wrestlers in the world Perry wants you to prove it by competing against his best.”

Stevens says as he takes another sip of his drink.

“I’ve came into 4CW before and beaten the best and I have lost against the best because no one stays undefeated. Everyone loses at some point, that’s just a fact of life.”

Stevens says bluntly as he puts down his drink.

“This tournament is a proving ground because all the talk of being the best is thrown out the fucking window if you can’t back it up and there are a few teams already claiming they’re going to win it all.”

Stevens says with a sigh.

“That’s the kind of attitude that gets you eliminated, right THOTS?”

Stevens asks before finishing his beer.

“There is a fine line between cocky and arrogance, but claiming you’re the best team in the tournament is asinine when you’re not even the best team on your side of the brackets!”

Stevens growls loudly.

“Last time I checked those guys calling themselves American Mangs were the tag champs not you.”

Stevens says as he extends his finger to emphasize the point.

“So continue to only worry about facing Jason Cashe because that thinking will get you with Those Hoes Over There in the Elimination Line.”

Stevens says with a smirk.

“No one should take anyone lightly in this tournament because we have a lot of heavy hitters in it this year. We have the 4CW tag champions, the Union Battleground tag champions, and the OCW tag champions as well. Three of the best tag champions in the world trying to lay claim to being the absolute best. On top of that, one half of last year’s tournament winner is back as well so we have four major teams in the mix.”

Stevens says with a nod.

“Then you have unknown teams like Daydream Nation, The GRAV3DIGG3RS, and SKY Force to name a few. Teams like the ones I mentioned can come out of nowhere and shock the world by winning it all and what better prize is there than the 4CW tag titles and a million dollars in cash?”

Stevens says with a devilish grin.

“That is why my team is going to sneak under the radar and win it all.”

The Texan says with a nod.

“That’s not being cocky it’s the truth. No one sees us as a threat which plays into our hands because we want you to see us as a joke because when the Benchwarmers are announced as the winners the joke is on you and the punch line is you’ll be out of the tournament.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“We know we face a tough task right out of the gate with Cyrus Riddle and Rebecca Dawson, and if we can get passed them the sky’s the limit because we can only reach our hands up so high after all.”

Stevens with the corniest dad joke ever before his attention is diverted behind him and we see the bald-headed man smash a bottle on the guy in the Manchester United jersey’s head before punching the rest of his friends and starting a bar fight causing the Texan to let out a sigh.

“I swear I can’t take O’Dell with me anywhere!”

Stevens says to himself as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone while watching his tag partner try and fight everyone in the bar as he is seen sending a text message to someone. As we zoom in on the screen of the phone the contact name reads Perry Wallace and the message reads, “Send bail money.”

Non-Active Talent / The Benchwarmers (Bad Company)
« on: August 14, 2019, 01:12:52 AM »
NAME: The Benchwarmers
MEMBERS: Scott Stevens & Jonny O’Dell
ENTRANCE MUSIC: “Trust” by Prince

Be detailed please. This will go in the results. Please refrain from using terms like "Titan-Tron" or "Jumbo-Tron", we just have a "big screen" made up of four separate screens. (Do not include this part with your detailed description.)

Be detailed please. This will go in the results. Please refrain from using terms like "Titan-Tron" or "Jumbo-Tron", we just have a "big screen" made up of four separate screens. When referring to the championship, just use (insert here) and the correct championship will be inserted when needed. (Do not include this part with your detailed description.)

Please list any basic team moves and finishers with names and descriptions.


Hit the Showers
Electric Chair (O’Dell) / Tope Rope Cutter (Scott)

MDK Finisher:

One and Done
Spike Piledriver

Signature Moves:

Ride the Pine
Stevens hits a Double S Spinebuster and O’Dell hits the Climax.

Take a Seat
Double Superkick to a seated opponent

Put Me In Coach
Turnbuckle Powerbomb (Stevens) / Corner Splash (O’Dell)

Boston Crab (O’Dell) / Crippler Crossface (Scott)
Double DDT
Double Suplex
Delayed Vertical Suplex (Stevens) / Diving Crossbody (O'Dell)
Powerbomb (Stevens) / Neckbreaker (O’Dell)
Chop Block (O’Dell) / Lariat (Stevens)
Sidewalk Slam (O’Dell) / Reverse DDT (Stevens)
Fireman's carry flapjack (Stevens) / Running Big Boot (O’Dell)


Scott Stevens


TOXIC STING: All variations of the Diamond Cutter
MORAL COMPASS: Spike Piledriver
THE FIST: Superman Punch with loaded glove


Arachnophobia:Sharpshooter (Submissions matches or big matches only)
Remember the Alamo:Superkick (Can be used as a momentum changer)
Don't Mess With Texas:Running Knee Trembler w/ knee brace
Scorpion Driver:Sit-out Tombstone Piledriver
Scorpion Death Drop:Falling reverse DDT)(Can be used as a momentum changer)
The Venomous Wrath of the Goddess Selket:Arm bar Takedown into Crippler Crossface (Can be used as a momentum changer)
Houston We Have A Problem:Death Valley Driver
Double S Spinebuster:Spinebuster (Can be used as a momentum changer)
Debbie Does Dallas:European Uppercut, Antonio Cesaro style

Jonny O’Dell


The Climax: Running front flip leg drop


The Fab Foot: Standard side-kick

Adrenaline / #NameTheScotts
« on: September 11, 2017, 02:20:35 AM »
Many… many hours and many… many beers later, Scott Stevens and Scottywood are back in the United States, specifically Detroit, the site of this week’s Adrenaline that is taking place in the new home of the Detroit Red Wings, The Little Caesars Arena.

Pizza… Pizza!

Sorry, had to do it at least once.  But before Scottywood walks into that arena, fully dress in New York Rangers gear, the future 4CW tag team champions are getting something they haven’t had in over a week.

An American beer.

The lucky location to host the two is Motor City Brewing Company.  Not the most unique brewery name… but the tap room is very casual and has a great atmosphere.  It’s the kind of place that you could easily spend hours relaxing and enjoying craft beers.

The Hardcore Artist and The Scorpion walk into the front door just after their opening time of noon to a nearly empty tap room.  Just two others are sitting at one end of the bar as Stevens and Scotty make their way to the other side and the bartender makes her way over.

“How are you two doing?  Welcome to Motor City Brewing.  Have the two of you been here before?” She asks with a smile on her face.

“Hi there, we’re doing good.  And no, we haven’t been here before.”

“Well here is our menu with our beers, ciders and wines…” 

“Two of the India Pale Ales please” Asks Scotty as he and Stevens sit down at the bar.

“Who said I wanted an IPA?” Counters Stevens back as he picks up the beer menu… since he didn’t study it in the Uber from the airport.

“No one, both of those IPAs are for me.” Answers Scotty as he pulls his phone out and opens up Untappd.

“May I have the Dark Ale then please?” Asks Stevens placing his order and shaking his head as the bartender delivers two glasses.

“So how is that hashtag going that you tweeted out this morning?  We get anything good yet?” Questions Stevens as the bartender slides the glass of the Darkened Ale to Stevens.

“Crap so far.  A couple dumb plays on the word Scott.  As if were from Scotland or something.  Few people liked the return of Team Scottywood… but doubt that’ll fly.

“We aren’t going to be called Team Scottywood again because the last time we were that I carried the team.” Stevens says taking a sip of his dark brew.

“How about… High Octane?” Chuckles Scotty also knowing Stevens isn’t gonna care for that one.

“How about you go fuck yourself.” Stevens replies as he places his drink on the bar.

“If you wanna go Stevens, just say the word.  Wouldn’t be either of ours first or last bar room brawl.  Or would this be a brewery brawl?  Not sure if I’ve had one of those.  But if none of those are gonna work, do you have anything in mind?” Asks Scotty as he down a large portion of his IPA just in case Stevens is ready for that brawl.

“Maybe that concussion you suffered from Diamond those many years ago has left your brain still scrambled because when it comes to us brawling I’m the one usually kicking your ass from pillar to post, remember.” Stevens says as he slowly turns towards Scotty with fists clenched ready to go if Scotty decides to attack.

“First of all…. my head was well fucked up before the concussion.  It may be worse now… but I do still know that in wrestling, you're only as good as your last match.  Which in our last match… I beat you.  You remember January 22nd, 2016… don’t you?” Smirks Scotty as he finishes his first IPA.

Stevens slides his tongue over his teeth not amused by the comment.

“Only as good as your last match, huh?” Stevens asks as Scotty nods. “Well I remember our last match being against the Baelin Club and you were tapping out like a little bitch to a bitch.” Stevens replies as he down a large portion of his beverage.

“Nope… never happened.  Fake News.” Quickly snaps back Scotty with a small chuckle at his little barb as he starts on his second beer.

“Right, and Adolf Hitler is a swell guy.” Stevens says, obviously dripping with sarcasm as he finishes his beer and calls for another.

“Hahaha… I seriously can’t believe how anyone… nevermind.  I won’t go down that tangent today.” Pauses Scotty as he takes a deep breath to stop himself from another rant.

“Ya, you don’t need to get any more distracted that you already are.” Agrees Stevens as Scotty nods his head accept his tendencies to be a bit A.D.D.

“Well then let’s get focused.  Educate me some more on the four fools we have the unpleasure to step into the ring with this year.  Been a few months now and still have no idea who seventy-five percent or more of the roster is.  Maybe I should attend an ice cream social or two that 4CW holds.  Maybe friends a few people on Myspace?  That shit is still cool, right?” Jokingly asks Scotty as Stevens just shakes his head at Scotty’s lame reference to the archaic social media platform.

“Are you done?” Stevens asks not amused by his partner's pathetic attempt at humor.

“For the moment I suppose.”  Reluctantly replies Scotty as he turns his attention to the bartender.  “Can I get a Honey Porter next?” Asks Scotty as she nods her head and grabs an empty glass from under the taps.

“You joke about not knowing the roster, but you need to wake the fuck up and get yourself acquainted with them quick.” Stevens says as he takes a large gulp of his beer before slamming it down on the wooden counter.

“I think I’ll get acquainted with them perfectly fine when I’m cracking their heads open with a Game Misconduct or wrapping a hockey stick across their fucking skulls.” Scotty threatens and Stevens doesn’t seem impressed.

“Right, big threats for a guy who was tapped out by a woman half his size.” Stevens bluntly states as Scotty gives him a pissed off look. 

“Would have knowing jack shit about her helped me beat her?  I bet you they all have some same fucking story that I have seen twenty times over through the years.  They are bodies that need to be broken.  That is what we are going to do come Adrenaline.  I don’t need all the fucking details.  Leave the details and histories to people like the doctors who will have to try and put them back together after I’m… we’re done with them.” Again threatens Scotty as his joking mood has completely disappeared as he starts on his third beer and the anger starts to take over.

“The only thing you need to know about these two teams is that have something to prove and that I have a target on my back because of what I did to them as well and that’s just extra motivation for them to try and take out the last of the “outsiders” from Chicago.” Stevens says as he grabs his glass.

“Who doesn’t have a target on either one of our backs?  Neither of us are going to win any awards for making the most friends in the wrestling business.  Which is fine… fuck them.  I’d rather knock teeth out and be hated than kiss ass and be a miserable fuck.” Explains Scotty as he finishes his Honey Porter and points to the Ghettoblaster.

Ya… funny name.  Guess it is an English style mild ale.  I don’t know for sure… Scotty is the beer nerd, go google it if you want to know.

Stevens shakes his head.

“You aren’t getting it Scotty. The manager for Hostile Takeover, Christopher Wrigley, is looking for payback and when I mean payback he’s looking to end my career because he blames me for his first client’s shitty run in 4CW. He blames me for his knee blowing out and costing him his ten percent.” Stevens says taking a drink.

“So fucking make sure he fails.  Make sure you fucking wreck Hostile Takeover’s knees and ruin two more of his fucking clients.  Shit, take out his fucking knees and then maybe him and his first client can share fucking stories in rehab together.  We’re not gonna sit here and fucking fear a couple of fucks just because you did too good of a job kicking someone’s ass.” Fucking rants Scotty like a football coach psyching his team up before a big game.  Wouldn’t be the first time a football coach told a player to take someone’s knee out.

A sick grin forms over the Texan’s face.

“Oh I will. You see my friend, Wrigley may have those two drinking the Kool-Aid and he can spin the story however he likes but it isn’t my fault Eddie Valentine wasn’t that good. You see I beat Eddie’s ass everytime I faced him. I destroyed him in a one on one match and then I owned him in a four way match we were in for the Pride championship to determine the number one contender, but yet Eddie Valentine should’ve been in the world title match at All or Nothing and not me.” Stevens says laughing. “Wrigley forgets that you have to actually have talent to be in a Main Event much less a World title Main Event. He can blame me all he wants but the fact is if Dakota couldn’t end me than what chances do your wannabe Texas tough guy and the mustache pedophile are going to do against me?” Stevens says as he hits the counter with his fist getting the bartender's attention as he calls for another round.

“The point I’m trying to make is that they want to make a statement and they want to make it against us because they feel we’re are the easier team to defeat, but Wrigley knows what I’m capable of and he’s living in a delusional place where he actually thinks he can cause me harm.” Stevens says before a confused look forms on his face. “I wonder if that is the same reality as Williams seems to live in?” Stevens asks himself and Scotty interrupts his thought process.

“Williams? Is that one of the Fuck Boys?” Scotty says as he takes a drink and Stevens nods.

“It is. Williams for some reason has just been a Debbie Downer as of late. His happy-go-lucky demeanor replaced by such negativity as of late. He’s trying to rile us up by saying we’ve been nothing but disappointments to HOW since it closed, but forgetting he’s just a disappointment period. Bryan can try and brush me off as not being worth his time, but he knows deep down I am because I defeated him when he was on his little hot streak. You could say I gave him that extra motivation to become Pride champion. He can make fun of you tapping out to a girl when he’s the one who got knocked senseless and put on the self for an extended period by Amber Ryan who hasn’t defended that Pride championship one time since she defeated him last June.” Stevens says and Scotty begins to choke on his beer.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.?!?!?” Scotty replies as Stevens shakes his head no.

“Afraid not. You see, Williams is like one of these participation trophy winners that's good but not good enough to really compete with the big dogs. His version of success is measured on beating Jason Cashe by the skin of his teeth and then losing to Mattias in two straight falls in his first defense. He eventually got his revenge but then he got his ass beat by Amber Ryan who we defeated in the tournament. Williams, when lucky enough, can win a championship or two here and there, but when it’s time to defend it and prove himself he chokes.” Stevens says taking a swig of his beer. “Bryan can talk all the shit he wants and he can spin things to his liking but ask Eli if I was an easy defense because if you watch the match I was seconds away from becoming the 4CW World champion something you can only obtain by buying a replica at the merchandise stand. As Dakota if I was a pushover when he survived a match with me!” Stevens says as he points to himself and Scotty shrugs not knowing what the hell Stevens his blabbing about. “Bryan’s problem is that he blames everyone but himself for his shortcomings and if he thinks Queef is going to put him over the top and become this mega star and become the next tag champions he needs a reality check because Queef is the biggest fucking choke artist in 4CW…..” Stevens says as Scotty interrupts.

“Which we’ll be happy to apply.” Scotty says and Stevens nods in agreement.

“If Bryan was here I’d ask him why didn’t he capitalize on being a two time Pride champion? Why didn’t those two reigns catapult him into the Main Event against the world champion? The truth is he wasn’t fucking good enough because when it came time to prove that he had what it took to take that next level he flopped worse than Lebron James. And trying to get with Cashe’s sloppy seconds isn’t no bragging achievement. She defeated the world champion at the time in a non-title match and yet just like Williams couldn’t fucking capitalize on it.” Stevens says and Scotty chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” Stevens asks his partner.

“Doesn’t he know that when he goes down on her he’s tasting Cashe’s dick?” Scotty says which causes him to chuckle.

“I’m not surprised since he’s always had a hard-on for Cashe.” Stevens replies before finishing his beer. “The point is he rambles about a bright future and the future is bright for them as they are blinded by the arena lights as the look upward towards the heavens and they see us standing above them with our arms raised high in victory and they are cursing to themselves about another opportunity slipped through their grasp once again. It’s funny how our two opposing teams that claim we aren’t worth their time and undeserving of the tag championships are mainly focused on defeating you and I, especially me, since they have something to prove to everyone since I’ve already proven I am better than them. Undeserving people wouldn’t draw that much attention when spoken about. Out of the six individuals in this match Scotty and I are the only ones that matter and it’s driving everyone crazy. Two people who have been disappointments yet people can’t stop talking about them. No one gives a shit about Prince or Brutus, and no one gives a shit about Williams or Queef because at the end of the day no one will miss them if they leave again. They can call us undeserving all they want but they continue to talk about us unlike themselves where they are barely even remembered on a good day.” Stevens says and Scottywood looks at his partner with a confused look.

“Didn’t you say he was a champion in Japan?” Scotty asks to reassure he didn’t hear things in a drunken state.

“He is, but his reign has been so forgetful that no one really even knows he even competes over there much less being a champion, and that is the true definition of undeserving. He should trade in Queef for Amber Ryan. At least then he’ll have a partner he can truly relate to and not have to follow around a contaminated pussy from the stench of Jason Cashe like a fucking lap dog.”

Suddenly an alert goes off on Scotty’s phone as he pick it up and opens the alert for the #NameTheScotts he has set.

“Hell on Tap, Beer From Hell, Bottom of the Bottle… fuck these all suck ass.  The internet is letting me down tonight.  Plus what do they all think… we do nothing but drink beer?” Asks Scotty as he starts to devour his Ghettoblaster that the bartender has brought over.

“Maybe we give it some more time.  Til our next match.  This week we can just go by #NameThe Scotts, draw up some publicity for the hashtag and see if we can find a name that’s not as horrible as… well just about any of the names here in 4CW.

“Sounds good man, best not to rush these things.  We’ll find the perfect name and it’ll be engraved on those 4CW Tag Team titles soon enough.” Says Stevens as he raises his glass to Scotty and the too cheers the decision.

Bad Company III / Always on the outside looking in
« on: August 20, 2017, 02:59:16 AM »
As the scene opens up to a beautiful night skyline above a city where skyscrapers and neon lights reach towards the heavens in an attempt to make the creator of the universe take notice. As we move around the city we see billboards, advertisements, and other things to distract us from the horrors of real life as you can spend a few hundred bucks to make you happy even if it for an instant. The image slowly fades inside the city streets where vehicles of all shapes and sizes go about their daily lives whether it’s to work, home, or somewhere else. The same can be said for the hundreds of people scurry around like a bunch of rats trying to hurry to their destination to escape the pouring rain. Throughout the sea of colored umbrellas there is one individual standing in the middle of them as they slowly part to avoid the person and they go about their journey as if the person doesn’t exist.

As we zoom in closer to the individual we notice they are wearing a pair of black and white Nike tennis shoes, blue jeans and a black hoodie all soaked from the precipitation. The hoodie top is flipped up and they have their head lowered to obscure their identity. Dozens of people walk by and not one person stops to offer an umbrella or even a newspaper to shield them from the rain. Not one person seems to notice a person standing in the middle of a crosswalk as they pass by because they are too busy care or are oblivious to everything that doesn’t revolve around them. Like a scene out of Resident Evil the individual continues to stand there absorbing the rain as their head slowly rises but their face is still obscure.

“Look at them.”

The person says as they point to the endless amount of people walking by.

“A man stands in the middle of the street in the pouring rain and everyone acts like it’s just something normal.”

The man says as he shakes his head.

“To these people I’m a nobody, an outsider. Someone who doesn’t belong or doesn’t conform to their rules or standards of what they want. I’m the guy always on the outside looking in.”

The man says with a smirk on his face as the wind blows back some to reveal a mustache or goatee around the man’s lips.

“The same can be said in the wrestling industry.”

The man says as he turns towards the bright light of the city’s downtown area.

“Look around. What do you see?”

The man asks as he points to an Asian woman wearing lingerie.


The man says before pointing to another Asian woman eating a Big Mac.

“Sex selling food.”

The man says before pointing towards the endless amounts of anime on billboards and signs.

“Woman in anime…..enough said.”

The man says as he places his hands behind his back.

“McDonald’s is the King of Fast Food and don’t really need to advertise to sell anything because they are a cornerstone and name brand that will last until the end of time, but that’s not always the case is it?”

The man asks as he turns his head ever so slightly.

“My name is an everlasting name just like McDonald’s here.”

The man says pointing to the advertisement.

“However, I guess it’s not sexy enough on its own and needs some help to put some shine on what some people may say is a dull penny.”

The man says as he chuckles to himself.

“I mean The Outsiders, really Perry?”

The man says as he shakes his head before continuing.

“I say the name as an off handed comment and suddenly it becomes a tag team name.”

The man lets out a sigh as he turns back towards the bright lights.

“I guess Scott Stevens and Scottywood wasn’t good enough for you, was it? I guess not because you decided to sex us up some and make us more appealing to the masses that already know who we are. You decided to brand us like cattle and sell us as the guys that don’t fit in and conform because we are still the High Octane guys in your guess minds. I guess the names of a High Octane Hall of Famer and a legendary family doesn’t mean anything anymore because if it did that’s all it would need to sale tickets for the Bad Company pay-per-view, but what do I know?”

The man says as he turns to reveal himself as everyone’s favorite Texan and shrugs.

“I mean our opponents don’t have a cool tag team name but I guess you don’t need that when your names are Danny B and Amber Ryan. Say it with me…..”

Stevens says as he repeats the names of Danny B and Amber Ryan a few times before continuing.

“I can see why Perry didn’t get his staff of cigarette smoking monkeys in the back to give them a name because you got everything you want in them. Danny B, for example, the international man of mystery has an initial for his last name and what gets the buyers interested in their products than mystery and intrigue. You want to know more about him. You want to know what his last name is and if Danny is his real name even. Then you have Amber Ryan. A strong, independent woman who isn’t afraid to prove she is better than any man or woman. However, if that isn’t enough right there to sell you on them than their sex appeal will because one look from Danny B and the ladies get moist and drop their panties quicker than Kelly Bundy. Besides, the last person to be nicknamed, “The Ripper” was a serial killer and a porn star so he’s got to be a serial pussy killer doesn’t he? Plus, what’s hotter than a red head that kicks ass? Who doesn’t like their angels distorted and naughty? They are the definition of Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal if you know what I’m saying?”

Stevens says imitating Will Smith from Fresh Prince in his tone and flashing a wink.

“But with all that glitz and all that glamour it’s still shit no matter how many times you shine it.”

Stevens says as he turns his attention away from the glitz and glamour of the bright lights and stares at the sturdy, concrete road.

“Danny B and Amber Ryan are both well traveled and skilled individuals. They have dominated everywhere they go and I can see why people are betting on them and Vegas has them as the favorites in this match. Both are former world champions meaning that they have been to the mountain top and big moments don’t frighten them. They are former hardcore champions meaning they can take a beating and bring the pain as well. They are both former tag champions as well meaning they are both a well oiled machine as they know what the other one is thinking and finish each other’s sentence because they are that in sync with each other.”

Stevens says as he slowly golf claps for his upcoming opponents’ accomplishments.

“However, when you peel back the layers of those accomplishments you realize they aren’t as sexy as one might think.”

Stevens says with a nod.

“Danny B made headlines a few years ago when he walked into Atlantic City and become that promotion’s top champion as a part timer. However, during his time as champion he really didn’t defend it much and when he decided to prove the masses wrong by defending it in a tournament and he lost it to Darin fucking Zion.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Amber Ryan is a similar story as she dominated the smaller wrestling companies but couldn’t dominate in Atlantic City. I know you’re going to tell me she is the current 4CW Pride champion, but beating a Bryan Williams who is burnt out and banged up really isn’t an accomplishment is it? Besides, what have you done since you won that championship back in June? I’ll wait……”

Stevens waits for an answer that will never come.

“And that’s what I thought.”

Stevens says as an individual makes their way towards the Texan but the person’s identity is masked by the 97 red colored umbrella they are carrying.

“We both know when it comes to sex appeal out of the Outsiders you must be referring to me because I’m the sexy one out of the group.”

A familiar voice says as the umbrella raises up to reveal Stevens’ tag partner.

“However, sexiness doesn’t always get the job done now does it?”

Scotty asks as beads of water drip from his dreadlocks.

“The last team that had a cute name who people favored and thought they would run through us ended up looking up at the lights and leaving with our boots imprinted on their asses as they took their ball and went home back to SWAC, SWAT, SHIT, whatever it’s fucking called because they realized they are out of their league. Danny B, and Amber Ryan you are out of your league with us.”

Scotty says as he points to himself and Stevens.

“You should listen to Scotty because we held Chicago on our backs for years being the backbone and the workhorse of the company while others came and went just like you will in this tournament. We aren’t one of these teams that’s one and done we are here for the long haul. Sexy isn’t always best, but a good foundation is and we don’t crack under the pressure.”

Stevens says as he fist bumps Scotty as the screen slowly fades to black. 

Non-Active Talent / The Outsiders
« on: July 25, 2017, 01:56:28 PM »
NAME: The Outsiders
MEMBERS: Scott Stevens, Scott Woodson
ALIGNMENT: Neutral with heel tendencies
ENTRANCE MUSIC: “The Outsiders” by Eric Church

The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the smooth sounds of an electric guitar serenades the live crowd before the vocals come.

"They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint"

The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a huge anarchy symbol appears on the video screen followed by dripping blood behind it as we see The Hardcore Artist step out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. 

"That’s who we are
That’s how we roll
The outsiders, The outsiders"

The video screen lights up once more and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as the cheers intensify drawing out the man from Texas.

"Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back"

Scotty and Stevens look at one another and the tension of mutual hatred is felt as the two look like they are about to attack one another before the Texan extends his fist and the Hardcore Artist pounds it.

POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, from New York City and weighting in at 266.6 pounds... The Hardcore Artist.... Scottywood!!!!”

Scotty raises the hockey stick in the air before heading into the ring followed by Stevens who fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.

"That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That’s how we roll"

POWERS: ”And his partner, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas. Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds... This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!”

Scotty reaches the ring and climbs the steel steps to enter the ring as Stevens rolls into the ring.

"Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the outsiders
We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil higher"

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


Scottywood descending the turnbuckles and leans his back up against them while an icy glare and the throat slash gesture come from Stevens as they prepare for the start of their match.

New York/Boston Crab (Scottywood) / Crippler Crossface (Stevens)
Ice Kick (Scottywood) / Superkick (Stevens)
Scottybomb (Scottywood) / Neckbreaker (Stevens)
Chop Block (Scottywood) / Lariat (Stevens)
Sidewalk Slam (Scottywood) / Reverse DDT (Stevens)
Fireman's carry flapjack (Scottywood) / Running Big Boot (Stevens)

Scottywood hits a massive running clothesline and when the opponent drops to a knee Stevens finishes them off with a running knee trembler.

Stevens has the opponent in the piledriver position and Scottywood jumps from the middle turnbuckle for extra force.

Evenflow DDT (Scottywood) / Diamond Cutter (Stevens)

Double Brainbuster

As the image comes into focus the first thing that is clear to see is a white name tag that has the usual, “Hi, My Name is……” written in scarlet lettering and in black sharpie Scott Stevens. As the image zooms out slowly we see that the Texan is sitting behind a wooden desk. Stevens is wearing your classic white button up shirt and black tie with his hair spiked up and combed to the side in your classic Jett Wilder douche look, but most importantly he’s wearing a smile that would creep out any normal person unless your name is Drew. Stevens leans forward onto the desk and begins speaking.

“Hi there ladies and gents, but I just want to inform you that my name is Scott Stevens.”

Stevens introduces himself and points to his name tag.

“Yes indeed, the same Scott Stevens that popped out of a dumpster humming the theme song of Captain Planet as I captured the Extreme championship one year ago. I am also that same Scott Stevens that tricked Brian Hollywood into thinking he was fighting Jason P. Davidson while I wore a hazmat suit as I become one-third of your tag team champions as I and the Davidsons defeated New Gen Rising.”

Stevens taps his name tag.

“And I am that same Scott Stevens that was a heartbeat away from becoming YOUR 4CW World champion. You could say I softened him up for Bronx.”

Stevens says with a light chuckle.

“Just remember the name folks, Scott Stevens, because if you don’t then I’ll have to get more giant banners like the one behind me.”

Stevens says as he points behind him and we see the name, “SCOTT STEVENS” in black lettering on a giant white banner hanging from the ceiling.

“I’ll have to demand new t-shirts be made that have my name on them so you can remember it forever!”

Stevens yells as he slaps the top of the desk before calming himself. Stevens looks around and motions for the camera to zoom in.

“Or I’ll have to bring back the, “Vote 4 Stevens” campaign, and we all know we don’t want that to happen.”

Stevens says with a nod and a whisper as the camera zooms slowly. Stevens slowly raises his hands and puts his hands on the top of the desk and pushes himself slowly back to provide him with enough room to stand before slowly making his way to the front of the desk. Stevens leans against the smooth wooden finish as he looks at his name tag before slowly pulling it from his white shirt as it grasps to continue to stay on but it’s life is slowly ended as one final pull stood between the shirt and being crumpled up and thrown into the mesh waste basket next to the desk.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t need to inform you of who I am because you already know who I am.”

Stevens says sternly with coldness in his tone.

“However, our opponents on the upcoming Adrenaline card, the KGB, who are suppose to be renowned for their global tag team supremacy are constantly telling people to look them up and are labeled in so much stuff with, “ KGB” on it you would think it would be tattooed or branded on their forehead as well.”

Stevens says before he begins to slowly stroke his beard.

“They say they don’t know who Scotty and myself are which is possible since we aren’t really a standard tag team, but I’ve never heard of you either. I mean for a team that’s suppose to be known for tag wrestling I’ve never heard of the KGB…..I take that back.”

Stevens corrects himself before continuing.

“I have heard of the KGB just like everyone as and the KGB that everyone has heard of isn’t your silly little tag team but the real KGB from Russia, and I highly doubt one of you to numb nuts is from Russia.”

Stevens says before motioning to the camera to zoom in.

“I mean did you learn about it in school or steal it from a movie and the light bulb went off and you two were like that would be a cool name for a tag team? It’s ok, you can tell me, I won’t judge….much.”

Stevens says with a smirk.

“I mean I don’t know if I should take you seriously or give you fifty cents and tell you to work on your comedy act.”

Stevens says with a shrug.

“It’s KGB this and KGB that, and all I’m waiting for is one of you to pull a Drago and tell the world that you two are going to break Scotty and I and that if we die we die.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“Let’s start with Mr. Hardkore World himself, James Fierce……yeah I can’t take you seriously.”

Stevens says bluntly before sighing.

“You spell hardcore with a “K” and you expect people to not laugh at you? This isn’t ninety-six and you’re not twelve. You’re about as cool as Limp Bizkit right now. So from what I’ve learned you’re hardcore with a “K.””

Stevens says as he rolls his eyes.

“And fierce!”

Stevens says as he mocks with cat paws and a hiss.

“You’re fierce with it comes to unstopping toilet bowls? You’re fiercely quicker than a rabbit fucking? What makes you fierce James? If that is even your real name.”

Stevens says as he throws up his hands confused.

“And lastly you’re some sort of bandit, really? You’re going to come rob me and Scotty of a victory on Adrenaline? Are you going to do it wearing a cowboy hat and a cute little bandana covering your faces? I’m sure it’ll have KGB plastered all over it to remind everyone of who you are. Now that would be an entertaining sight to see.”

Stevens says with a nod before reaching into the back pocket of his black slacks and produces a piece of paper.

“Next we have……really?”

Stevens says before clearing his throat.

“The Suit! The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! The Master of the Powerslam! The Sovereign of SWAT! The Skill to Thrill! The Name to Entertain! Loud and proud, and well Endowed! "Mad Dog" Paul Soutter!”

Stevens finishes his introduction which I’m sure has put everyone to sleep, but thus continues on because he’s a serious professional.

“Jatt still has him beat on the nickname front.”

Stevens says with a chuckle before crumpling the paper up and tossing it into the trash.

“I don’t know if I should bend the knee or shake in my boots when I step into the ring with Paul Soutter. I mean everyone is so afraid of a career threatening move like the powerslam that they must walk on egg shells when they are near you. Wouldn’t the Sovereign of SWAT be the guy who bounced your paychecks?”

Stevens questions with a shrug.

“And just like his partner I can’t take this guy seriously because he either tries too hard to be funny or he’s seriously retarded and I don’t beat up retards because it’s not right. You say you have a victims list longer than your Johnson.”

Stevens says with a puzzled look.

“So you’re saying your dick is short because when you’re four hundred pounds everyone knows you haven’t seen your feet much less your dick since the first trimester.”

Stevens says before having a seat on the desk.

“I mean you’re contradicting yourself when you said you’re well endowed and your strap-on you use to fuck your partner doesn’t count.”

Stevens says as he looks at the ceiling before releasing a sigh.

“You two say you know nothing of Scott Woodson and I and the only three things you need to know about is first, we hate each other. We have literally tried to kill one another as I tried to run him over and he stabbed me in the heart. He kidnapped my family and I tried to skin him alive. If we did this to each other what do you think we will do to you? The second is that we strive to be the best no matter what. This mutual aspect has brought us together rarely and when we have it has produced successful results. Two men that hate each other but when they have a common goal win more than Charlie Sheen after a coke binge. In Scotland, you will have two guys come out there who aren’t still living in the nineties and don’t need ridiculous catchphrases and nicknames to get themselves over because our actions speak louder than words. You claim to break necks but bones heal and I’ve already ended two careers in 4CW in my first year and my pal Scotty gets a hard on for crucifying people. Weird I know, but everyone has their quirks. The last and most importantly thing you need to know is that…….”

Stevens cups his hands around his mouth and begins shouting.


As Stevens lowers his hands the fun and games is over as his expression has turned from fun to serious.

“See you in Scotland boys.”

General Discussion / If anyone needs me......
« on: July 06, 2017, 09:58:30 PM »
RP is posted for Adrenaline, but I'll be out of town until next Tuesday so if you need to reach me message me on Twitter.

Adrenaline / Down Mexico Way.....Visiting Old Friends
« on: July 06, 2017, 09:56:25 PM »
“My head……”

A groan is heard as everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens, groggily comes to. As he slowly pries his own eyelids open his initial concern is that he might be going blind. Around him the world is fuzzy and slowly tilting from side to side. Quickly the thought of blindness is shoved aside by the imminent possibility of death, as his head splits violently open down the center, spilling his thoughts and pain out onto the hard concrete below him.

Or doesn't, he reassures himself, touching his forehead and finding no actual splits or gaps. Scott pushes himself up by one hand and surveys his new surroundings. Concrete floors. Concrete benches. Concrete walls. Hard metal bars cover the only opening to the hallway and freedom beyond. Silently he curses himself for allowing this situation to ever occur. Days until one of most important wrestling matches of his career, probably as he has no watch to check, and he is waking up half hung over from alcohol and half from a right hook in a Mexican jail cell with no way out and no sign of help.

As Stevens continues to survey his surroundings he notices that most of the other men in the cell look none too friendly, typically hanging out in solitude or quietly dozing in the corners of the cell. Stevens hopes of getting out of prison sink even lower as he realizes he’s all alone until he hears a familiar voice….

“He’s alive……HE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 A voices shouts before ending in maniacal laughter. Scott slowly turns around and he sees him.

“This is all your fault!”

Stevens shouts towards the man at the far end of the jail cell sitting on a bench.


The man questions.

“Yes you!”

Stevens shouts as he walks closer to the man whose identity is obscured as his head is hung low under a thick mat of long, dark hair and sombrero. A large poncho is draped over his body, but he is the only other, "gringo" in the cell even with his clothing being to the contrary.

“How did I let you get me into this mess?”

Stevens says in a frustrating matter as he tries to figure out how he is going to get out of here in time to make it to Adrenaline in Mexico City.

“You got yourself into this mess.”

The mystery man says as Stevens turns around quickly and shoots him a look of bewilderment.

“How’s that?”

Stevens asks confused.

“Well you said you were preparing for a Frenzy match, but apparently you couldn’t handle a simple bar fight.”

He says followed by a humorous giggle.

“Getting sucker punched isn’t what I call my ideal training method.”

Stevens says annoyed as he goes to the front of the cell and looks for a guard.

“Well, if you thought more outside the box maybe you wouldn’t be in the funk you’re in.”

The man says and Stevens sighs because he knows he’s right.

“Yeah you’re right. Unpredictability is what I need to prepare for this match and it’s what I needed at the Ante Up pay-per-view because if I kept my head on a swivel I would’ve walked out with the Extreme Championship, but can’t dwell on that as I need to get out of here and prepare myself to become the number one contender to the world title.”

Stevens says with a renewed confidence as he sees a guard and shouts for him to come here.

“I’m sure you will get plenty of preparation after……THREE TO FIVE YEARS!”

The man shouts before hunching over onto the concrete bench laughing hysterically like a hyena as the sombrero falls off of his head and onto the ground which causes Stevens to go ballistic.


Stevens replies as he continues to shout for a guard and grabs a hold of the bars and tries to pry it open as he continues to shout in rage to let him out.   

Many hours before…………………….

A little over a week removed from Scott Stevens’ one year anniversary at the Ante Up pay-per-view, 4CW has now taken its traveling road show south of the American border down Mexico way. The sun slowly sets over the Mexican plains, casting wide shadows across the many bars and small businesses that dot this neighborhood. In one run down shack with no name, just a picture of a beer bottle on a piece of sheet metal, the music is particularly raucous. Loud whoops and hollers flood out through the front door and the cracks in the aging walls to the street level. The building has become notorious for its wild fiestas, bloody bar fights and criminal activities, to the point now that when it opens every evening the surrounding businesses all immediately lock up shop for the day.

Inside men and women talk loudly, drink heavily and grope furiously in the corners. It’s a swirl of humanity pushing themselves to and from the bar and pounding down half clean mugs of brew. In a dark corner, atop the cracked and stained leather cushions of a booth sits Scott Stevens, and directly opposite sits one of his best friends, both with empty drinks in one hand and a shot of tequila in the other.

"To old friends.”

Stevens says as he raises up his shot glass.

"And to being number one!"

Replies the man sitting across from Stevens whose face is obscured by the thick mat of long, dark hair.

“And to being number one."

Stevens says in agreement.


The man says as a grin forms under the hair abyss covering his face before lifting and clinking his glass to Scott’s. They drink and slam their glasses down like veterans, as the man motioning to the waitress for another round while Scott leans back and appears nervous as he fidgets in his seat.

"You know what?”

The man starts.


Stevens says trying to calm the nerves as the waitress comes and interrupts the conversation by delivering another round of tasty alcoholic refreshments.

“Anything else Jose?”

The waitress says in a seductive tone as she leans over and exposes her massive cleavage to the table.

“Maybe after I put the baby here to bed later.”

Jose says with a chuckle which causes Stevens to roll his eyes and Jose slips a tip into her shirt as he cops a feel which causes the waitress to blush some.

“You are still going by that?”

Stevens asks as he takes a drink of his beer.

“By what?”

Jose asks with beer in hand.

“”Jose.” You still using that bogus name down here?”

Stevens asks as he spins the beer with his fingers.

“Jose Gringo is a legend in Mexico, and why would I quit using it when it gets me booze and pussy on a daily basis?”

He says with a chuckle.

“Fair enough.”

Stevens says with a nod.

“As I was saying before, you need to unwind a bit. Really enjoy the good while it lasts man. For tonight, you are Scott Stevens! Everything else doesn’t matter because you have an opportunity at the world championship! Most people don’t get those opportunities and you are getting another one so you should count yourself lucky to be one of the fortunate ones.”He says as he takes a sip of his beer. "The point is Scott, tomorrow that might all be over. You might be fired. You may get eaten by a chupacabra. And hell, we may all be dead. So drink merry and be loud!" he finishes, downing the rest of his drink before calling for another.

Scott finishes his own drink and quietly concedes, "You are right. I guess, I just do not think I can let my guard down. Everything is changing so fast. A few months ago I was headlining a pay-per-view. Now I’m trying to find my relevance in a company that still considers me an outsider. I have been with 4CW for a year and I feel like....like I do not belong. Like I am coasting along and not being me because I’m afraid I’ll upset the boys in the back. I am an intruder, both in my head and in the 4CW locker room. They still ignore because I’m not one of them. And hey, I do not care. They see a lot of guys come and go every month. Hell, every week. Guys who show up for a pay check and take the fall like Van der Roost or the big fishes in the little pounds realize they’ve bitten more than they can chew when they swim with an ocean full of sharks. And that is really, you know, the kind of guys I have beat so far. Guys who do not belong at any level of this sport. Guys who are paid to stuff the under card so the fans have time to get to their seats without missing anything good. Guys who would be better served just staying here in Mexico and joining a local restaurant as a burrito roller. But people like Dakota Smith and Jair Hopkins? THE BUTCHER and J-HOPS? They are former champions. More importantly, they are former world champions and they belong here. They are veterans of the sport, someone who knows the ins and outs. Someone who can brings their A game any given week. Someone the locker room looks up to!"

"So what," he interjects, "just because these guys are former, FORMER, hotshots you can't allow yourself one night of happiness and merry making?”

Scott waves off his pleas with a sweep of his hand, "You just do not understand. It is about respect. And preparation. Dakota is going to bring it hard. He wants this. He probably feels disgusted with himself after falling short at the pay-per-view. While Hopkins feels disrespected by having to earn his shot at the title with sideshows like American Tommy and Viduus Morta. For all of Persephone Marquis’ bitching and keeping her around after she just upped and left, and you reward her with a title opportunity on her first night back? What the fuck? I know I would be pissed off and ready to hurt the individual on the other side of the ring which is, you know, me. I have to be ready to take these guys down. I need to prove that the sideshows like Redd Thunder and Cecilworth Farthington belong only on pre-shows and dark matches while people like Dakota, Marquis, and Hopkins belong on this side show of a card lineup. I need to show them that they have already experienced the pinnacle of their 4CW career, having crawled to the top of the smallest mountain, and now it is time for them to disappear into the ranks of has-beens, not because time is not on their side, but because skill, wit and talent were never on their side. They started an ill fated journey that their meek and broken down frames and slow minds were never fit to complete. This is not a revolution. This is not a shakeup of the establishment. I am not some fucking rookie trying to remake the entire business into his delusional idea. I am just out to prove myself better than those around me. Better than those who have demonstrated that they cannot hack it against real talent. Better than Konrad Raab, Vossler, Max Cavanaugh, and DeAndre Johnson Jr. to name a few."

Stevens says a he hits the table with his fist.

“Didn’t DeAndre beat you recently?"

Jose asks with a chuckle and Stevens is having none of it.

“Fuck you.”

Stevens replies as he takes a sip of his newly arrived beverage.

“You get butt-hurt about the smallest things. You haven’t changed and bit and that is why you are going to lose this Frenzy match you got coming up.”

Jose says bluntly.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, friend.”

Stevens says sarcastically.

“Oh, I have confidence in you, the real you, not this cheap imitation calling himself Scott Stevens.”

Jose says as he looks at his friend and motions up and down with his hand.

“The Scott Stevens I know doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of him and takes what he thinks belongs with him. I gave you that scar on your eye and in retaliation you knocked out my teeth and set me on fire.” Jose says and Stevens nods in agreement. “You were ruthless and you have to get in that mind set or you flop like a fish out of water. You don’t want to be like everyone else that has come into 4CW and went the way of the dodo, do you?”

Jose asks and Stevens shakes his head no.

“Respect is earned and why would you respect people that don’t respect you? Because they have they were in the company before you? Because they are big names elsewhere and are given the presidential treatment? Fuck that.”

Jose says as he slams down his treat after taking a sip.

“You need to realize that all these people have one thing in common and that is to eliminate you as quickly as possible because you are a threat to their goal of becoming the number one contender. Unless you want to be prey and become a tragic victim you need to become the hunter instead of the hunted.”

Jose says as he takes another sip of his booze.

“You need to adopt that killer instinct you had against….what’s his name?”

Jose takes a minute before Stevens throws out a name.

“Eli Carlson?”

“That’s it.”

Jose replies with a slap of the table.

“He had something you wanted and you brought the fight to him. That’s what you have to do if you want to survive this match. You have to do this if you want to win this match.”

He says as he wipes his mouth.

“You have lost that killer instinct you had when you hunted the champion and you made him your prey instead of the other way around.”

He says before Stevens interrupts.

“So what do you want me to do? How do you expect to get my mojo back? How am I supposed to become this ruthless individual that you want me to be?”

Stevens asks as Jose cracks a smirk and leans in to deliver the best advice anyone can give.

“By not giving a fuck.”

He says with a chuckle.

“It’s that simple.”

Stevens says sarcastically as Jose nods.

“It really is because when you quit worrying about the opinions of others and you start worrying about yourself and the things that matter most you can do a lot. I mean when you crippled that Houston fella to the point he hasn’t been able to compete long term did you feel remorse for your actions.”

Jose asks and Stevens leans back and thinks.

“Actually I didn’t.”

Stevens’ answer brings a smile to the face of Jose.

“That’s good. We are on our way of getting your mind back in the place it needs to be, but we can’t get there when you’re still a nervous wreck.”

Jose says as he finishes his beer.

“We need more alcohol to calm your nerves before we can proceed.”

He informs Stevens as he motions for the waitress, but she doesn’t see him as the place has become packed with more people. Jose begins to get frustrated before a sly grin forms on his face as a light bulb goes off above his head.

“You’re the one who needs the alcohol so that means get your ass up and go get it.”

Jose yells as he grabs Scott and pulls him up to his feet.

“What do you want?”

Stevens asks and Jose shakes his head as he grabs him and says.


As he pushes him backwards into their waitress who has a handful of drinks that either crash onto the dirty floor or go flying backwards into a group of women. Stevens quickly picks up the waitress and apologizes. He sees the circle of women in front of him that the drinks landed and they are trying to dry off one of the ladies that the beverages showered upon.

“I’m so sorry senora. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

Stevens says remorsefully.   

"Who you callin' señora, gringo?"

Scott’s eyes shoot up from the floor and lock with the object of these ladies obsession. How he missed a titanic Mexican man in the center of their huddle from all other angles he couldn't fathom. Silently he cursed himself because he knows where this could possibly lead to.

"I, uh..." Scott finds himself without the proper words to address a rapidly worsening situation.

"Perhaps," the man starts again, "you think I am pretty huh? Perhaps you wanting to take me back to your place for cocktails," he needlessly and obscenely places emphasis on the last word, "Perhaps, I look like fine woman to you? You make me wet like Jett eh gringo?"

The man asks as he edges forward.

"Look, I am sorry, I will just..." and by the grace of God, Scott ducks hard, sending the giant’s left hook sailing over his head and crashing into a post, splintering the wood deep. Around him the bar explodes into chaos as different rivals, drinking buddies or complete strangers start taking swings at each other. Momentarily distracted by the fray, Stevens never sees the next punch as he collapses to the floor while Jose cackles in the background.

“Now this is how you prepare for a Frenzy!”

As the image comes into focus we see the illumination of a slow burning flame in a darkened room. As the image zooms back a bit from the flame we noticed that it is attached to a candle but not just any candle, but a candle in the shape of the number one. As we continue to zoom out we noticed that the candle is atop a gigantic cake that says, “Happy Anniversary” in red frosting.

Happy Anniversary?

What anniversary can it be?

“You’re a tad bit late don’t you think?”

A voice from the shadows asks as the sound of a wooden chair sliding across tile is heard.

“This anniversary surely came up fast and who thought that I would last this long in 4CW?”

The voice asks once again as the figure takes a seat and the light from the candle reveals the person’s identity being that of Scott Stevens.

“Ante Up marks the one year anniversary of yours truly being in 4CW.”

Stevens says as he points to himself with a smile.

“That’s right one year ago I shocked everyone when I signed my name on that dotted line as Perry Wallace threw Randy Fields kind of money at me that led me to popping out of a dumpster to attack and defeat Isaac Solo and win my very first 4CW championship, the XTV championship.”

Stevens says with a smile.

“Even though the victory was short lived it was the catalyst that propelled me towards a pretty good first year one run in 4CW as I end the careers of a few wrestlers and even main evented my very first pay-per-view as I challenged for the world championship.”

Stevens says as he looks at the cake.

“Good times.”

Stevens says as he reaches over towards the cake and gets some frosting to put in his mouth.

“Taste good too.”

Stevens says with a mouth full of frosting.

“But all good things come to an end sometime.”

He says as he turns away from the cake.

“You see, a lot can happen in a year and as you saw with me I started out as a blazing inferno as I was taking this company by storm as I was burning the competition around me and slowly as the months came in the light started to slowly fade away. With each heart wrenching loss my unstoppable roll came to a screeching halt.”

Stevens says somberly as he lowers his head.

“The Extreme Roulette match was the jumping off point for me in 4CW, and this match, no this championship has been the jumping off point for others as well. Sativa Nevaeh proofed how much heart and fight she had in her when she pulled a Buster Douglas and defeated the Butcher himself, Dakota Smith, to win the Extreme championship for a second time.”

Stevens says as he raises his head.

“Most of you that see the Extreme championship look at it as a gimmick championship. A title that cannot or shall not be on the same level as a World championship or even on the tier of a Pride championship, but I disagree with the people that think that way.”

Stevens says as he gets up from his chair and disappears for a second before reappearing with a replica of the XTV championship as he puts in on the table next to the cake.

“This championship has launched careers and it has resurrected them. I told you what it did for me, but you tend to forget how great of an impact this title has had for the man who currently has possession of it, and that man is the one and only Viddus Morta.”

Stevens says as he places a hand on the center plate of the championship.

“Yes, the same Viddus Morta that I beat without much trouble many moons ago has found his niche in the extreme wastelands of inflicting pain and punishment on others. Funny how things can change in a year.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Viddus Morta was one of those guys that was new and struggling, but this championship that you see before me gave him his guidance it gave him his purpose.”

Stevens says as he carefully picks up the championship and holds it in his hands as if he is holding a newborn baby.

“This championship gave Viddus the motivation and whatever else he was missing to finally push him over the top to overcome his funk as he defeated Sativa in the first ever Taipei Death Match.”

Stevens says as he carefully puts the championship back onto the table.

“Since winning this championship he has been on a bit of a roll and he’s looking to continue his winning ways at Ante Up, but that’s easier said than done.”

Stevens says as he looks up.

“As brutal as hangman matches and Taipei Death Matches can be they don’t compare to the Extreme Roulette. You must think I’m crazy, but the logic is sound because in other matches you know who you are facing and what kind of brutality is in store, but in the Extreme Roulette you don’t know who is coming after you or when it’s going to happen. It’s like the game of Russian Roulette as you slowly put the gun to your head and pull the trigger hoping it to click and when it happens you breathe a sigh of relief before realizing you have five more chances to survive, and everyone knows that eventually one of those clicks will be the fatal blow as your reign as the King of Extreme as come to an end.”

Stevens informs as he sits back in his chair.

“Now the same thing happens to everyone who happens to win the championship because they have to survive until the end of the pay-per-view before they can unloosen their buttholes and truly soak in the triumph of being the Extreme Champion, but that’s an eternity and in most scenarios the champion isn’t the favorite. Don’t believe me? Ask Sonny Lee what happened to him. Sonny started the match as champion and lost it but regained it near the end of the show, but his hard work was short lived as Jace ambushed him and stole the championship from him.”

Stevens says with a nod.

“I know its cliché but you have to have eyes in the back of your head to survive in a match like this because you don’t know who is coming after you. Perry could sign guys at the last minute to compete in this match just like he did last year with me. You could have guys from Octane compete in this match since they are contracted 4CW wrestlers, or you could have wrestlers that signed up for the Bad Company Tag Tournament compete in this as well as they are also 4CW wrestlers for the time being. Hell, if you follow his Twitter page then you may see, “my friend” Scott Woodson from High Octane Wrestling come to 4CW and potentially compete in this match as well.”

Stevens says with air quotes.

“A match like this has too many variables that don’t play into the champion’s hands, but they play into mine.”

Stevens says with a sly grin.

“You better hope I don’t walk out of Ante Up with the Extreme championship because if I do it’s not going to be good for 4CW.”

Stevens says as he slowly turns his head towards the camera.

“I understand if you may have trouble processing with what I just said as most of you have forgotten what I am capable of when the rules are thrown out of the window. As your Extreme Champion a policy of Scorched Earth will take effect. That means that the chaos I caused when I came into this company will be turned up to eleven as I will not be confined with rules and regulations and be able to make people bleed and break someone not just physically, but emotional and spiritually as well and not have to suffer any kind of consequences.”

Stevens says as a sick smile forms on his face. 

“You know how much pleasure I get knowing I ended the career of Jace Parker Davidson? A man that was a pain in my ass for the longest time. A man who went out of his way to try and stick it to me, but he who laughs last laughs loudest and I always laugh the loudest.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Everyone in this match thinks they are going to be the one to walk out as champion, but that won’t be happening because I’m in the match, and I am THE man you should be fucking worried about.”

Stevens says sternly.

“Every match that I have been in that have had no rules I’ve either ended someone’s career or they escaped by the skin of their fucking teeth. Fright Night was just a sampling of what I am capable of when I’m not being restricted by rules and regulations and if Eli didn’t sweat like a whore in church I would’ve been your world champion. You see, I may have been on a bit of a losing streak lately, but matches like these I thrive in. Hell, I’ve made my career on them. Don’t believe me? Then you can ask my buddy Scottywood because I’ve made a career out of whooping his ass from pillar to post, but that is if he has the fucking balls to show up to the T-Mobile Arena in Sin City. And if he happens to show up and try to steal my thunder than I will have to remind him he’s going to need more than a syringe filled with heroin to stop me.”

Stevens says as hits his chest to signify where the Hardcore Artist injected it at.

“Being Extreme isn’t some kind of gimmick or a way to please the rabid animals who demand to see blood be shed, oh no.”

Stevens says as he shakes his head no.

“It’s a way of life.”

Stevens says the cliché phrase with seriousness behind it.

“Dakota Smith lives that philosophy. Jason Cashe lives that philosophy, and so do I.”

Stevens boasts as he gets up out of his seat once again and heads towards the XTV replica again and picks it up. Stevens looks at the championship before placing it over his shoulder.

“You see most that are coming into this match just don’t understand the sacrifice you have to make to hold this. They don’t understand the brutality it takes to win it and the toughness you have to muster to maintain it. Most people see this as a trinket or bobble and think they’ve hit it big by winning it, but they fail to realize it’s what you do once you’re the champion or after you’ve held it makes you a success or not. Most people that tried to test their mettle last year in this match aren’t around anymore because the physicality was too much for them to handle. They were weak.”

Stevens says as he pats the center plate of the championship.

“You have others that think by winning this championship it is their meal ticket to either fame and fortune or a resurrection of their career that has faded or hasn’t really taken off in the way they want. These are the people like Jett Wilder’s mother.”

Stevens says disgusting.

“A woman who is going to use the Extreme championship to put herself over when she didn’t do a fucking thing to earn it. You think Mrs. Silicone herself is going to interject herself in this match? Hell no, she may break a nail. The only thing she will be wearing after Ante Up is my nut on her forward that’ll she’ll be calling baby shower, and the only thing Jett is causing to get wet is his pants when he comes face to face with me and begs and pleads for me not to rip his mother a new pussy hole when I go balls deep in it.”

Stevens says with a wink before looking at the championship on his shoulder.

 “This championship makes a nobody a somebody or it solidifies the bad assness of someone we already know. This championship isn’t for fake pretend tough guys like a Johnny Evil. You see, Evil has been trying to find his identity other than being the personal jock holder for Adrian Tanner, and he thinks the Extreme championship can make him someone he isn’t. Evil, just because you grew some peach fuzz on your face and your balls dropped doesn’t mean you’re a tough guy because you’re barely a guy period. You boasted each week how you will take on anyone and everyone and it doesn’t matter where or when, but you don’t realize that anyone with some courage whether liquid or otherwise can make the same claim. You can yell at the top of your lungs to whatever God above and try to prove your toughness by listing injury after injury, but that doesn’t mean dick. Look at these…..”

Stevens says as he points to his signature scar above his right eye before pointing to one on his neck and others on his chest and abdomen.

“You aren’t the only one with scars tough guy.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Actions speak louder than words Evil and you’re looking at the best of the fucking best when it comes to being extreme.”

Stevens says as he places the XTV championship back onto the table.

“You just like everyone else coming into this match just don’t fucking get it.”

Stevens says as he grips the leather of the belt tightly.

“Calling yourself King, God, Duke, Baron, or the Fuck Boy of Extreme doesn’t mean shit because the championship is the only thing that matters, and when it’s all said and done extreme will be relevant once again because I, Scott fucking Stevens, won it by beating the living shit out of everyone and anyone that got in his way. The extreme battlefield is my playground and you all will realize just like everyone who already has felt my wrath before is that I have conquered royalty. I have made self-proclaimed Gods bleed. I have owned thirsty fuck boys and in the land of extreme I’m the Big Dog and everyone else is a pup gnawing at my boots trying to be me when they can’t.”

Stevens says as he turns toward the camera.

“It’s poetic that this is taking place in Sin City because what I do to everyone involved will make the Devil himself disgusted. I’m coming to Las Vegas to become the Extreme Champion and there isn’t a damn thing any of you can do about it. Some of you may claim victory here and there, but that’s just the battle because I’m the one who will win the war when I’m the last one standing with the championship around my waist. I only won’t just break you physically, but I’ll also break you mentally when you’re the reason why I am the new Extreme Champion. Losing to Scott Stevens isn’t suppose to happen because he isn’t “4CW ready.” He chokes in the big moments. He isn’t suppose to win because he’s a joke. Well I’ll be having the last laugh because that’s what I do best, and when I’ve proved everyone wrong I’m going to let you all know it every single fucking week until someone can prove otherwise and unless you’re my clone that won’t be happening.”

Stevens says confidently as he moves away from the table and motions for the camera to zoom in on his face.

“If you’re a betting man you should go all in on everyone’s favorite Texan because it’s the safest bet in town because unlike the Mayweather and McGregor fight none of these fucks has a puncher’s chance against me. They’re all bark and the Big Dog is all bite.” 

Stevens warns as he looks down at his cake.

“Happy Anniversary to me.”

Stevens says as he blows out his candle and the screen fades to black.

Adrenaline / No Rest, Even On Father's Day...............
« on: June 19, 2017, 04:56:11 AM »
The sound of static is heard before an image of a man out of focus comes into view. As the image of the man becomes clearer and that man is none other than Scott Stevens. Stevens looks exhausted and a little agitated.

“You can’t always get what you want and when you’re a professional athlete certain things people take for granted, like certain holidays, you tend to miss.”

Stevens says as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.

“I am here in Phoenix, Arizona doing the media rounds to promote and hype up not just my match against Jan van der Roost on Adrenaline, but the entire show and the upcoming Ante Up pay-per-view as well.”

Stevens says informing the people who bother to even listen to his promos with an annoyed tone.

“To be honest, I should be back home in the Great State of Texas spending time with my son and daughter, and the rest of the Stevens family celebrating Father’s Day, but I’m here sweating my ass of in the scorching, hot desert because it’s my job, but it’s not like if anyone of ya’ll care about that.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“I’m here busting my ass to hype up a match that seems to be non-existent. I mean where the fuck is Jan van der Roost at?”

Stevens asks with a shrug.

“He’s a father just like me, and in life we get busy from time to time, but he has a job to do and that is to show the fuck up and participate no matter what the deal is. I know he is a father just like me but that is no fucking excuse to not to your contractual duties. For a person who wants to bring Honor and Respect back to wrestling he’d at least give me the courtesy of showing up to Adrenaline and not waste my fucking time.”

Stevens says bluntly.

“And if people think I’m being harsh or condescending because I haven’t been around much over the last week I really don’t care because I’m here and now doing what I’m supposed to do unlike the Dutch Wonder.”

Stevens says as he yawns before continuing.

“The fact is I’m pissed because you’ve wasted my time when I should’ve been home spending time with my family and preparing for Ante Up, but no, I’m in Arizona looking foolish.”

Stevens growls in frustration.

“How am I supposed to take you seriously? I mean you’re well-known and respected around the world, but you can’t even take the time to do your fucking job and hype this match up to get the people talking instead it’s just been me doing everything and that’s why I haven’t been given a fuck. You may be well-known, but so am I. You may be respected, but I don’t respect you. You’re a joke, plain and simple. This isn’t Boardwalk and this isn’t Fight One, this is 4CW and one of us is breaking our losing streaks and when I go back home to my little girl it will be as a winner while you’ll have to tell your’s that daddy isn’t “4CW Ready.”

Stevens says sternly as his hand comes forward and the screen fades to black.

Adrenaline / Welcome Home
« on: June 05, 2017, 02:25:36 AM »


The sound of horns is heard as people are going into work this fine, misty Monday morning in Houston, Texas.

Houston, Texas, home of sports franchises such as the Astros, Texans, Rockets, and Dynamo. It is also the one of the leading cities in medical research and care along as being the top when it comes to oil and gas in the United States. Houston as a city has had a rich history from its humble beginnings as a swamp to its days as an independent country. Houston is a virtual melting pot of cultures and people and in a few short days history will be made as 4CW’s Adrenaline comes into town.

The sounds of car horns blaring at bumper to bumper traffic in Downtown Houston continues to serenade the masses listening as we focus on someone jogging in between the cars. The jogger’s identity is obscured as a grey Nike hoodie’s hood is flipped up around the person’s face. The jogger steps into a large puddle of water leftover from the night before that drenches his shoes and the bottom part of their pants, but it doesn’t faze them as they continue their pace towards Polk Street. The jogger comes to light and doesn’t break their stride as they run in place waiting for the light to change and once it does they continue jogging until they come in front of the…..


The video screen in front of the Toyota Center has a promotional video hyping 4CW Adrenaline.

“A beautiful sight isn’t it.”

The jogger lowers their hood to reveal that the person underneath is Scott Stevens.

“I’m not talking about that…..”

Stevens says as he points towards the building.

“I’m talking about this….”

Stevens says as he points around the city.

“I’m home and it feels great.”

Stevens says as he closes his eyes and breathes in the polluted air.

“And win, lose or draw, I’m here to do what I love doing in front of my family and friends and it doesn’t get better than that.”

Stevens says as he opens his eyes.

“It’s been a good while since I’ve competed in front of my hometown, and I’m not looking to disappoint because that was left by James Harden as he disappeared in the playoffs and left this great city with a terrible taste in its mouth. I’ve come home to win!”

Stevens says loudly before composing himself.

“But I know it’s not going to be an easy task because I’m facing a man on a winning streak and people are going to say the same thing about me, but it just isn’t the same. My winning streak if you want to call it that is defeating some local scrub because Keegan Ryan missed his flight and this dude took five bucks to get his ass whooped while DeAndre Johnson Jr. has been red hot. This young man has caught the attention of many in 4CW and he is going to prove to be a deadly, but worthy opponent in the ring.”

Stevens informs knowing this is a make or break match for him as he hasn’t lived up to his potential since coming to 4CW.

“I hear what everyone is saying in the back. The whispers going back and forth between people along with the stares as I walk by. They all are saying that I got no chance. They are already crowning DeAndre the victor before we ever step foot in the ring and I’m sure DeAndre agrees as I’m sure he wants to use me as a catalyst as he moves up the ladder because I’ll be the biggest name he has defeated, but I’m not going to let that happen.”

Stevens says as he clenches his fist.

“I’m not going to be a fucking stepping stone.”

Stevens’ fist begins to turn red as he squeezes it tighter and tighter.

“Maybe I haven’t lived up to the hype that surrounded all the influx of wrestlers from HOW, but to believe I’m not, “4CW ready” like that bum, Johnny Evil, is a fucking slap in the face. That idiot said I wasn’t worth a fuck just like you and the majority of the other members of the roster as they dick ride Jace and sing his praises. For as great as he was Jace didn’t accomplish that much more than I did when it comes to championships. Last I recall I don’t remember the Almighty Jace main eventing any pay-per-views or challenging for the world title, and speaking of him, where is he now?”

Stevens says with a smirk.

“Ever since I’ve come to 4CW I have given it my all against the biggest names the company has to offer, but I have always come out on the losing end.”

Stevens shrugs.

“But that hasn’t stopped me from calling it quits. Maybe I don’t have it anymore. Maybe I’m using the past as a crutch because I know I’ll never be the competitor I once was. Or maybe I’m using that to remember that I still have the fire and the passion inside me somewhere and I just need that one victory, that one important match to spark that desire once more.”

Stevens says as he begins to walk over to a statue outside of the Toyota Center.

“They say the past is the past and it has no bearing on the present, but if you don’t learn from it you are doomed to repeat it.”

Stevens says as he stands in front of the Hakeem Olajuwon statue.

“People say if Michael Jordan didn’t step away to play baseball that the Bulls would’ve won eight straight titles and that the Rockets championships are meaningless.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“What most people tend to forget is that Jordan played in 1995 when he came back mid-season wearing the forty-five number and that his Bulls were defeated by Shaq and Penny Hardaway only for that same team that defeated Jordan and the Bulls got swept by Hakeem and the Rockets.”

Stevens says as he points at the statue.

“People forget that Olajuwon was the dominant big man during the nineties. People like Shaq and Robinson to name a few didn’t win until he retired. Just like people are forgetting what I’m capable of.”

Stevens says as he turns towards the camera.

“Am I the guy from HOW that everyone wishes me to be? No. Am I the guy capable of getting back to challenging for a major championship and making a name for myself in 4CW? Absolutely.”

Stevens says as he leans against the statue.

“I may not be the Michael Jordan that proved his point by dunking on people all the time to prove his point when he won his first three championships, but I’m the Jordan who added a mid-range jumper and defense to evolve his game as he got older in his career.”

Stevens says as he begins to walk away from the statue.

“Come Adrenaline, I may win or I may lose that is the nature of this game, but I’m still evolving my game to see what works in 4CW because if I want to succeed and be a mainstay in this company I have to find my mid-range jumper and this match with DeAndre can only help me improve and make me better.”

Stevens says as he flips his hood back up and continues his run as the screen fades to black.

Adrenaline / On the road again
« on: May 22, 2017, 03:39:38 AM »
On the road again……

Like the song by Willie Nelson says we are on the road once again towards another wrestling adventure in Four Corners Wrestling. Everything that has happened in recent weeks doesn’t matter as we have to push forward to the next show which takes place from Denver, Colorado. In other words, we are going to a place where the majority of the 4CW roster is going to get high as fuck. This upcoming week is show one hundred and one. That is the first Adrenaline after the big show that show surprise returns and wrestlers making their intentions known going forward.

What will the intentions be going forward for this man……..

As the screen opens up we see a green and white sign that reads, “Meryl’s Diner” illuminating the night sky. Red blinking lights that read, “open” slowly catch our attention as if it is hypnotizing us to come into this establishment and eat something.



“Order for Table 12!”

An older man yells as he taps a bell twice to get the attention of the waitress in the establishment before returning to cook his next meal order. A waitress with florescent red hair in a beehive hairdo, waiting for a Married with Children joke, makes her way through the semi-full diner to the counter and picks up the order which contain; scrambled eggs, two sausage patties, four strips of crispy bacon, hash browns, and buttermilk pancakes with Aunt Jemima’s dee-licious syrup.

Someone is hungry; I wonder who it could be?

As the waitress takes the food to table twelve and places the plates on to the table the recipient of the order has their face obscured by the latest Sports Illustrated magazine.

“There you are hun.”

The woman says as the magazine slowly lowers and the mystery is revealed that it’s none other than everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens.


Stevens says as he takes a look at the waitress’ name tag.

“Call me Peg.”

She says with a smile before turning away to go get the next order of food. Stevens closes the magazine and places it to the far end of the table. He reaches over and takes out three things; black pepper, ketchup, and Tabasco hot sauce. Stevens puts Tabasco and black pepper onto his eggs and ketchup on his hash browns, and after he has put the condiments away he reaches into his back pocket to produce an iPhone and clicks a few buttons before hitting a giant red circle and placing it against the syrup rack facing up at him.

“By looking at these plates of food you can tell that I am hungry which is symbolic for other reasons as well.”

Stevens says as he shovels a fork full of eggs into his mouth.

“My opponent, Keegan Ryan, is also hungry.”

Stevens says as he takes another bite of his delicious, scrambled eggs.

“He’s hungry for a win just like me.”

Stevens says before taking a drink of Dr. Pepper.

“Both of us have been on Lady Luck’s bad side and our winning percentage isn’t where neither one of us would like it to be, I know I don’t.”

Stevens says as he takes a bite of his bacon.

“However, fortune has smiled upon you because in our last four matches, you have a victory while I have lost all of mine. Granted you’ve only had four matches in the company, but the point is you’ve won one so that puts you one up on me.”

Stevens informs as he takes another bite of his bacon.

“The question people are asking am I ready to face you, and the answer is yes I am.”

Stevens says as he turns directly towards the phone’s camera a stares at burning a hole as the Texan imagines that it is his opponent.

“Am I banged up? Damn right I am. Dakota and I beat the hell out of one another and I’m still feeling the effects as we speak.”

Stevens says as he instinctively grabs his side to protect his bruised appendages suffered at the hands of the Butcher.

“But that’s part of the business, and a couple of nicks and bruises aren’t going to keep me away from picking up a much needed victory if I want to challenge for the 4CW world championship again.”

Stevens says as he takes a quick bite from the sausage patty as he begins to cut into his pancakes.

“But where does that leave you?”

Stevens asks as he places the pancake into his mouth. Stevens wipes his mouth with his napkin before he continues.

“You haven’t been seen or heard from since you lost to Alexis Morrison for the Fate championship at 4CW’s one hundredth’s show.”

Stevens says as he takes another sip of his carbonated beverage.

“That must’ve been a powerful loss you suffered.”

Stevens says as he takes another bite of his pancakes.

“Your first title opportunity and it slips through your fingers. It’s like trying to hold water because you want to win so badly but the result is all the same.”

Stevens says as he takes an ice cube from his glass and stares at it. Stevens continues to watch until it slowly begins to drip onto the wooden table.

“Each one of those drips of water drives you to thinking what if I did that instead of this maybe just maybe the result would have been differently.

Stevens tosses the frozen ice back into his glass.

“From someone who’s been there it wouldn’t have mattered because in the end you gave them your best shot and it still wasn’t enough. I’ve done that a lot recently in 4CW and lately my usual knockout power has been reduced to a love tap.”

Stevens says as he shakes his head disgusted with his performances lately.

“Does it bother me? Yes, but I’m not going to cry over it because I’ve been in this situation before because I can only get better. I know the next time I face Dakota, Bronx, or any of the others that have beaten me the result will be different, and I’m not the only one who believes that my opponents believe it as well. You see, they gave me all they had and I took it and kept coming and the reason why I didn’t come out victorious was I had nothing left in the tank when they did. When you’ve exhausted everything you aren’t winning much of anything.”

Stevens says with a chuckle before eating another piece of bacon.

“I’ve been in this type of funk many times before and the best solution to resolve it is the next match because if I lose again I just shrug it off and move on because that victory is coming. All it takes is that one mistake and boom!”

Stevens says loudly drawing the attention of the other patrons in the establishment.

“You’re back on the winning path.”

Stevens says as he sees all the staring eyes at him at two in the morning.

“The difference between you and I going into our match this upcoming Adrenaline is the mistake of you being put in the ring with me. You may have one victory in your last four matches but it was a guy that was promoted from the dark matches to the pre-show and he had no business being there while I have lost to the champions and a Hall of Famer of 4CW. You understand what I’m saying to you?”

Stevens asks as he looks directly towards his phone once again.

“Your level of competition compared to mine has been piss poor at best while mine has been the crème de la crème.”

Stevens says as he finishes off his last piece of bacon.

“Do you have a chance to beat me? Absolutely.”

Stevens says taking a sip of Dr. Pepper.

“You have a puncher’s chance just like anyone. Hell, even Floyd Mayweather said Conor McGregor has a chance to beat him since he is younger, quicker, and has heavy hands, but is it possible you’ll capitalize on that one mistake needed to defeat me, not likely.”

Stevens says with a smirk.

“Keegan, your only goal is to be my stepping stone towards winning once again and that’s it. You can come out thinking you have a fighter’s chance and you’ll pull a Buster Douglas and shock the world, but in this reality I’m Mike Tyson, and I’m knocking you out faster than Little Mac did to Glass Joe!”

Stevens says hitting the table which causes his plates to tremor and his glass to topple over.

“That glass represents all your hopes and dreams Keegan. All your chances are running out as the days get near just like my Dr. Pepper is slowly running out of that glass. Your hopes at winning were strongest win the match once announced and it slowly began to fade away as the reality set in that I’m facing a guy who survived a match with Dakota fucking Smith and is here to tell about it.”

Stevens says as he picks up the glass and places it upright on the table.

“That is going to be me standing tall in victory while you are there on the mat before they have to wipe you away for good.”

Stevens says as he wipes up the mess with his once white napkin turning it to a wet shade of brown.

“This is you Keegan.”

Stevens says holding his napkin.

“And at Adrenaline, I’m taking out the trash.”

Stevens says as he tosses the napkin on the table and reaches over to stop recording.

80s style video game music is heard playing…..

“Don’t give up! You got this! It ain’t over until the final bell!”

The music continues until a loud thump is heard and the roar of the crowd goes bananas.








The crowd continues to roar as it slowly fades until there is a short pause…..

“Welcome to the Final Bell with hosts Jason Smart and Ryan Holyfield.”

The words from anonymous radio voice man are heard as the beginning guitar riffs of “Enter Sandman” by Metallica begin to fill the airwaves. As the guitar begins to pick up that is the cue as it lead us into the number one wrestling show on Sirius XM. We go inside the Sirius XM  Studios in Los Angeles, and we see the hosts, Jason Smart and Ryan Holyfield chitchatting back and forth with one another while they wait for their signal from the production booth to begin the show. As the music begins to slowly fade, a man in his early to mid twenties begins to countdown from three…..two…..

“And welcome ladies and gentlemen to The Final Bell on Sirius XM radio where we bring you all the exciting news, rumors, gossip and everything in-between from the wrestlers themselves to the ring rats who want their fifteen seconds of fame.”

A man in his early thirties with rusty colored hair with angel kisses all over his baby face wearing blue jeans and a “Gingers Have No Souls” South Park t-shirt says into his microphone.

“My name is Jason Smart and my partner in crime is the top heel in the professional radio industry, Ryan Holyfield.”

Jason says as he points to a man in his mid to late twenties wearing a black baseball cap with #HEEL embroidered in white lettering, jeans, and a hilarious t-shirt that reads “I Rubbed Genie’s Lamp” with a picture of a golden lamp in the shape of a women with cartoon face of Genevie Carlson with a seductive look on her face as she winks.

“The one and only Heel in the radio industry.”

Ryan retorts.

“If you are new to listening to us you can follow us on all social media platforms and send comments on the Facebook page or on our Twitter accounts. The Final Bell @TheFinalBellSXM, Ryan Holyfield, @TheRealHeelHolyfield, and me, Jason Smart, @JasonSmark. Today, we have a lot to talk about from the world of professional wrestling from contract disputes, to new champions being crowned, and roster shake ups from injuries and pregnancies…….”

As Jason continues his introduction to the show, everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens makes his way into the studio wearing his typical attire of blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a 4CW logo t-shirt. Stevens takes a seat next to the hosts and picks up a pair of headphones off of the wooden desk and places them over his ears and adjusts his microphone and waits to be introduced by the hosts.

“As you all know one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world, 4CW, will be coming to California in a few days as Adrenaline comes to you live for its one hundredth show from the Oracle Arena in Oakland.”

Jason informs the listeners as he looks at Stevens to see if he’s ready to go and Stevens gives a thumbs up.

“That’s a pretty impressive feat considering most wrestling promotions today close up shop in less than a year.”

“Or they claim to be this fifteen year juggernaut when they filed for bankruptcy more times than President Trump.”

Ryan says with a chuckle.

“Exactly, and today we get to talk to one of the superstars of 4CW competing on the one hundredth show, and that person is none other than former two time XTV champion, Scott Stevens.”

Jason introduces Stevens and a clapping background track is heard. 

“Welcome to the show Scott, how are you doing today?”

Jason asks the Texan as he brings the microphone close to his lips.

 “I’m doing good fellas. How you guys doing today this lovely afternoon?”

Stevens asks as he looks around the table.


Jason says while Ryan wants to know other things….

“Awesome, because we have behind the scenes access to the inter-workings of 4CW.”

Ryan says almost salivating.

“I don’t know about that, but I’ll try and answer everything to the best of my knowledge.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“As the one hundredth show approaches how are you feeling?”

Jason asks as Stevens smiles.

“Nervous to be honest. I know that’s hard to believe since I’ve been competing in this industry forever, but these are those special moments that make every rookie or veteran feel the same. Everyone will remember this special occasion and it’s up to you to make the most of it and make your moment stand out and special.”

Stevens says, but Ryan doesn’t buy it.

“Seems like your typical cookie cutter answer to me or is it because you’re saying that because you’re scared because you know what awaits you at Adrenaline?”

Ryan asks but before Stevens can answer Jason changes the question which doesn’t please Ryan.

“Before we get to your match on the card, can you inform us what is going on with 4CW lately?

“What do you mean?”

Stevens asks a bit confused.

“He means is what is with all of these recent departures from the company and is Genie single and ready to mingle?”

Ryan says interrupting Jason who shakes his head.

“Look, the departure of the Royal Family is a huge blow to 4CW in the long run, but what can you have them do? I mean Jace hasn’t been cleared to return to the ring since I got my hands on him back at Fright Night. Tara is pregnant so she is out for a good while and who knows if Eli is ever coming back because I know they said recovery time was six to eight months but you never know when it comes to ligaments. They are tricky and delicate that one wrong hiccup and you’re starting over from scratch, trust me I know a thing or two about them.”

Stevens informs them while casually rubbing his right knee.

“And as far as your last question goes as far as I know Genie Carlson is still married to her husband hence why she is taking a sabbatical to be by his side during his recovery period.”

Stevens says which brings a sad face to Ryan.

“Do you think 4CW will be hurting for talent?”

Jason asks and the Texan shakes his head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why’s that? Four of your major cash cows are gone, and financially that is going to hurt the bottomline of the company.”

Ryan interjects once again.

“True, but this is what happens in the world of professional wrestling. You have people leaving all the time due to injury, contract disputes, burn out, having children and other reasons, and this is the time when new stars are developed. This is when people the audience wouldn’t take notice of before because they have more time to shine and develop as the fat is being trimmed. I mean take a look at Bronx as an example. He has all the talent in the world to be a main eventer, but he had always fallen short and he had always got lost in the shuffle when the old guard returned and others had their moments of brief success. With others gone and focusing on other things he capitalized on his opportunity and became the new 4CW world champion proving what I had been saying.”

Stevens says and Jason nods in agreement.

“It took a second stint in 4CW before Bronx was able to find his bearings and capture the top title.”

Jason says and Ryan nods.

“But this doesn’t always pertain to the creation of new stars does it?”

Ryan asks Stevens and the Texan shifts in his chair knowing where this might be going.

“No it doesn’t.”

Stevens replies and Ryan continues.

“So you could say older stars such as yourself could use this opportunity to capitalize on this opportunity to make your mark and get noticed or position yourself for a future title shot down the line.”

“Yes, that a possibility.”

Stevens replies and Jason interrupts.

“What are you getting at Ryan?”

Jason asks and a sly grin crosses the face of the Heel.

“I’m getting at that there is a person on this show that is waiting to get back to what he is owed. There is a person on this show that feels that he’s being overlooked because people say he doesn’t have it anymore. There is a person who feels disrespected by the higher ups in 4CW, and that person is your opponent, Dakota Smith.”

As Ryan says the Butcher’s name Stevens gets a little uneasy in his chair.

“What? Nothing to say?”

Ryan asks as the Texan hasn’t said a word since his opponent’s name was mentioned.

“So the Bad Ass from Texas is scared of Dakota Smith?”

Ryan says with sarcasm and Stevens finally breaks his silence.

“If I say yes than I’m a pussy right? If I say no then I’m a liar too, am I right?”

Stevens asks as he leans forward on the smooth wooden surface and stares at Ryan with fire in his emerald eyes.

“It’s no secret that I’ve been on a losing streak. I lost to Bronx, I lost to Adrian Tanner, and I lost at South Beach Brawl, but it’s no big deal. I’ve been in these situations before and I always bounce back sooner or later, but this challenge against Dakota is different than any other challenge I’ve had in 4CW, and yes I said the same thing when it came to the world championship, but this is bigger than the 4CW world championship or Eli Calrson.”

Stevens says and the two hosts look at one another confused.

“How is it bigger than the top prize in the company?”

Jason asks and Stevens lets out a sigh.

“Because it’s against Dakota fucking Smith.”

Stevens says bluntly.

“There are some people in this industry that a victory over them puts you on that same pedestal as winning a world championship and Dakota is one of those individuals. Dakota has not just been one of the cornerstones of 4CW since the beginning but he has also been the face and the measuring stick when it came time to test your mettle against the elite of the company. Dakota Smith is not only the longest reigning world champion in 4CW’s history, but also the longest reigning champion because he’s nearly impossible to beat, period.”

Stevens says as he gently rests his hands atop of the table and stares down at his scar ridden body.

“A victory means everything to me because it’s not Dakota Smith I’m facing, it’s the Butcher.”

Stevens says sternly.

“Aren’t they the same?”

Jason asks and Stevens shoots him a look.

“Fuck no!”

Stevens growls.

“The Butcher is the guy that is sick and twisted. He’s the kind of guy that likes to play with his food before consuming it, and at Adrenaline everyone sees him as the cat and I’m the mouse. I don’t blame them for thinking that because for the first time in a long time Dakota is focused on something and when he wants something that’s when the Butcher comes out because nothing will stop him from obtaining his goal.”

“Which are?”

“Fucking you I’m sure.”

Ryan says with a chuckle.

“And you would be right. Dakota is on a mission to reclaim the 4CW world championship, and he’s looking to leave a trail of blood and gore in his path until he gets what he rightfully deserves, and that’s another shot at the title. I agree that he has been screwed over by Perry Wallace because he should’ve gotten a rematch against Hopkins, but he never got it. He even beat Eli Carlson, the world champion at the time, and still he didn’t get a shot at the championship. Like him, I’ve been screwed over many times during my time in Chicago but bitching and moaning about it isn’t going to do anything, and he knows this and that is why he’s looking to make an example of me.”

Stevens says as he grips the edge of the table a little tighter knowing the brutality he is in for when he steps into the ring with 4CW’s Ed Gein.

“How are you going to prepare for someone like Dakota Smith?”

Jason asks but the Texan slowly raises his head and turns towards him and says in a somber tone.

“You can’t.”

Stevens says but Ryan isn’t buying it.

“I find that hard to believe.”

Ryan barks but Stevens doesn’t budge from his statement.

“If you think it is than you can be his appetizer then.”

Stevens says with a grin and Ryan has second thoughts.

“You can watch all the film in the world on the man and you can simulate training sessions but it isn’t the same because the ferocity and violence he brings is immeasurable. Dakota enjoys pain to the point I actually think he creams himself whether it’s being inflicted to him or he’s doing it to his opponent. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to maim you. He wants to make an example out of you were he will literally fuck you into submission to not only put on a show to prove why he is the first and only Hall of Famer in 4CW history but also send a message to everyone that the old dog doesn’t have a few tricks left in him.”

Stevens says as he leans back in his chair.

“This is the defining match of my 4CW career and I am truly the underdog. No one expects me to win, and why would they? Everyone from Vegas to Dakota himself knows he has this victory in the bag and this is going to be a cake walk to a potential 4CW championship match.”

Stevens says and Jason asks the important question.

“Why bother showing up if you’re not expected to win?”

“Because that’s not who I am.”

Stevens says with pride in his tone.

“Don’t you mean were?”

Ryan says smugly which causes the Texan to slowly rise from his chair and grab his microphone as he stares a hole through him.

“The Butcher may be difficult to beat, but he isn’t invincible. He’s strong but so am I. He will put his body on the line and do whatever it takes to win, and guess what so will I. People can mock me for coming up short in big moments, but I only need that one opportunity to catch the Butcher in a moment of weakness and that’s when it’s lights out!”

Stevens says as he snaps his fingers.

“Bronx came up short a bunch of times before he became the world champion and I will do the exact same thing!”

Stevens says oozing with confidence.

“When the Butcher has tasted defeat at the one hundredth show it will be a shock to everyone except me because overcoming the odds and beating people I’m not suppose to is my specialty. However, the satisfaction I’ll receive won’t be from having my hand raised in victory or from proving everyone wrong once again, oh no.”

Stevens says with a sly grin.

“It’ll be from knowing that all that bravado, all that shit talking and psychological posturing was for nothing. He thinks I’m going to be another notch on the belt of Dakota and that facing Scott Stevens won’t matter but at the end of the day it does fucking matter because I’m one of the only guys in 4CW that can take his best shot and tell him to his face is that the best you got? I don’t need to rip open old wounds and scars and threaten to hurt someone because I just do it. Maybe Dakota has lost his touch since Hopkins tried to kill him, but the aura that he once had is gone, and while others piss in their pants at his sight I’m not easily scared. If the 4CW championship is his heart than I’m going to drive a stake through it and put him out of his misery as I use him as a stepping stone to facing Bronx once again. Is it going to be brutal? Is it going to be bloody? Yes it is, but that’s what you have to expect when you step into the ring with a monster such as him. Hopkins wounded the beast and I’m going to take him around back and put a bullet into his rabid infected body because it’s the least I can do for 4CW resident living legend.   

Stevens says as he begins to take his headphones off as a commercial begins to play.

Adrenaline / You've entered the Twilight Zone
« on: April 10, 2017, 02:55:53 AM »
“You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, The Twilight Zone!”

Location: Unknown

The scene opens up to an abyss.

As we look to the right we see nothing.

The same can be said when we look to our left as well.

Where are we?

The abyss has everything shrouded everything in darkness, but a lone sound is heard off in the distance somewhere……is that footsteps? The footsteps grow louder and louder with each passing step to the point that it’s deafening and you want to hold your hands over your ears to block out the sound but you can’t. As soon as you think that you can’t take it anymore and your brain is about to be smashed into mush by a giant hammer wielded by Gallagher the sound suddenly stops.


Only briefly before the sound of fingers snapping echoes throughout the abyss and a single spotlight appears to reveal Scott Stevens or is it? Stevens is wearing an all black suit from head to toe with black sunglasses shielding his emerald eyes and a sinister grin to top it off.

“Welcome to the Twilight Zone ladies and gentlemen.”

The Texan calmly welcomes in the viewing audience.

“I know what you’re thinking, the Twilight Zone is a silly television show and a song by Golden Earring, but I can assure you ladies and gentlemen that the Twilight Zone truly exists.”

Stevens assures the audience as he snaps his fingers once more and a wrestling ring appears from the abyss.

“Tonight, we venture into the mysterious and cutthroat world of professional wrestling where thousands of men and women compete in a twenty by twenty foot ring to make a name for themselves.”

Stevens says as he walks up the ring steps and steps inside. Stevens begins to walk around the ring gliding his hand over the ropes as he stops as he rounds each corner and as he comes full circle in the squared circle he approaches the center of the ring.

“Beautiful, isn’t she.”

Stevens asks as he gazes at the ring’s beautiful aura.

“In this business, there is a revolving door of chaos: friends, championships, politics, rivalries, etc.”

Stevens says as he gazes upward.

“But the one constant is this ring.”

Stevens says as he points towards all four corners.

“This business is just like the Twilight Zone as the only limitation is your own imagination because you can be whatever you want to be to try and get noticed and over, but this ring is where you prove yourself.”

Stevens says as he points downward to the canvas.

“You can come from a long lineage of established wrestlers or you could be green as grass but until you step between these ropes and put on a match that the viewing audience and your peers in the back stop to watch then you haven’t made it.”

Stevens says as he snaps his fingers and a television appears outside next to the ring.

“And Adrian Tanner Jr. seems to be in a place that he confuses fiction with reality.”

Stevens nods as he snaps his fingers and the television comes to life. As the screen comes into focus there is nothing but static showing.

“That static represents Adrian’s perception of his actual reality because when you believe in something and tell yourself the same lie over and over again you begin to believe in it whole heartedly that it begins to change your perception about everything. Tanner, you are right about one thing and that is us being alike.”

Stevens says but holds up his finger before continuing.

“The only thing that makes us alike is we come from a wrestling family, and that’s about it.”

Stevens says as he walks over to the ropes and leans forward.

“If I’m the King of Not Getting the Job Done then what does that make you?”

Stevens asks as he rubs his beard some.

“I mean you didn’t win the South Beach Brawl either and you came up short against Eli for the world……”

Stevens stops himself before snapping his fingers as if he forgot something.

“Oh that’s right; you’ve never had a match for the world champion have you?” 

Stevens says as a sly grin forms over his face.

“And this supposed victory over me for the XTV championship isn’t exactly what you make it out to be.”

Stevens says as he snaps his fingers and the static on the television begins to clear as it shows us footage from the Main Event of Fight Night. The footage shows Stevens falling from the cage and hitting his head on the ground below knocking him unconscious. The next image shows Mariano letting Adrian fall and as tanner hits the ground he stumbles backwards as his legs give out and he lands on the unconscious body of Scott Stevens as the official on the outside makes a three count and awards the victory and championship to Tanner who has no clue what just happened. The image on the television slowly begins to fade before going back static.

“Good job at beating me there Adrian.”

Stevens says as he gives Tanner a sarcastic golf clap.

“I mean it must’ve been so hard to overcome and defeat an unconscious man to the point you didn’t even know what the fuck was going on. You literally tripped and fell to win a 4CW championship. Only someone with a wrestling ability of five stars could’ve pulled that off.”

Stevens says as he mouths good job.

“You see Adrian, you have this believe that you actually matter in the grand scheme of things when in actuality you really don’t. You say you WILL DEFEAT me and go back to where you belong and that is wrestling in the Main Events taking on the Eli’s and Hopkins of the world and not the Scott Stevens’”

Stevens says with a confused look on his face.

“But you’ve never faced the Eli’s or the Hopkins of the world, but I have. You’ve never been constantly in the main event of anything, but I have. And you don’t want to face the Scott Stevens’ but I am someone you want to face as I have actually done something in this company. Come talk to me when you are a heartbeat away from becoming the 4CW world champion.”

Stevens says bluntly as he begins to walk around the ring.

“It  eats away at you that you haven’t had the opportunities like I have. The reason why you haven’t had the opportunities isn’t because of the fact people look at you as a nobody from some bush league independent wrestling promotion its……..actually that is the reason. You came into 4CW boasting of your prestigious wrestling family and the countless accomplishments that mean nothing to anyone except you and you’ve done absolutely nothing. Sure, you’ve had flashes of mediocre success here and there but you truly haven’t done anything. You were suppose to be the Great White Hope of 4CW, but you’ve turned out to be nothing more than the Great White Hype. You’re all sizzle and no steak and your constant excuses of you saying your little mistakes cost you and it won’t happen again yet it continues to happen. How is losing a rarity when you’ve been constantly losing?”

Stevens asks before shrugging his shoulders.

“The difference between you and I is that I don’t need to boost my confidence with a fake pretend cap of the people I have beaten because what I’ve done in this ring proves what I am capable of.”

Stevens says as he points around the ring.

“It doesn’t matter if I win or lose because I still win.”

Stevens says with a nod.

“I know that’s hard to wrap your mind around but even though I didn’t leave with the XTV championship or the Briefcase I still won by taking out a certain member of the Royal Family.”

Stevens says coldly.

“You want to win by putting on a show, and I want to win by any means necessary. Why do you think I got into the head of Lauryn Wolfe after I broke her boyfriend’s back?!?!?!? To send the message you will end up just like him if you fuck with me. Why do you think I got into Eli’s head like I did? To send the message that you aren’t as untouchable as you think you are.”

Stevens says sternly as he makes his way back to the ropes and leans against them.

“If you went up to him and said I can take that world title from you he’d laugh in your face, but if I said it he knows I can.”

Stevens says with a nod.

“All the grieving and brushing the dirt off of your shoulder can change that. You need a victory over me more than I need one over you because you’re on a losing streak and you want to prove to everyone, but more importantly yourself that you are the real talent between you and Johnny Evil. Unfortunately, as it seems you are the weak link of the team and that is why you will continue to be that while being stuck in the midcard. You can say you’re going to use me all you want to rebound and get your career back on track because if people don’t see you as a stepping stone to something than you aren’t anything. Bronx used me as a stepping stone because my recent success fueled him to being better than he was last year at this time. My dominance over Eli leading up to the pay-per-view made him step up his game and it almost wasn’t enough. So what are you going to do?”

Stevens asks bluntly as he places his hands on the ropes and leans forward with his signature scowl.

“You talk a big game, but that’s all that it is.”

Stevens says with a smirk.

“You claim you are better than everyone and yet we haven’t seen anything to backup your claims of greatness. Your career in 4CW consists of losing, pinning an unconscious man for a championship and Johnny Evil carrying you to your tag title. I’m so impressed.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Inside the Twilight Zone you can believe anything you want and it will eventually come to fruition for you and when you defeat me you can ride Epona off into the sunset sticking another feather in your victory cap, but in reality I’ll be corralling you behind the barn to put you and your horse out of its misery because that’s what Evil and your family would want. My Master Sword will be too powerful for you to withstand and you will be just another rebound that failed as I take your Triforce of Overconfidence, Triforce of Five Star Matches, and my favorite, the Triforce of Beating People that Mattered because those three things have defined you as to what you are in 4CW and that’s simply nothing. Once I take away the last remaining shred of hope you have at anything in 4CW you will truly be nothing and you will disappear faster than Darin Zion or Alexander Hayes.”

Stevens boasts as he snaps his fingers for the last time and everything disappears leaving only the television a static mess before turning off itself.

Adrenaline / Getting back on the horse
« on: April 06, 2017, 04:18:30 AM »

Something everyone faces from time to time in their life when they are in a combat sport, more so than others.
On March 29, 2017 I suffered another loss in my career.

You’re thinking to yourself you should be used to losing since you are the Lonesome Loser.
It’s funny because the people who call me that are the same ones who end up losing to me.
However, this loss stung a bit.

It didn’t sting as bad when I lost to Eli at All or Nothing because that loss humbled me and I earned the respect of the champion who I thought wasn’t the real deal but he proved it that night. This loss stung to the point that my opponent wanted it more than I did and I didn’t think that was possible. I knew Bronx wanted it because he had the same desire I had coming up short last year to Jair Hopkins and me against Eli, but the biggest difference was the hunger in his eyes when I stared across the ring from him.

Apollo Creed called it the, “Eye of the Tiger.”

It’s the very thing that drives me to be the best, period.

For the first time in a long time that desire that normally fills my soul to be the absolute best wasn’t there. It’s as if Bronx reached into me and took my passion and used it to push himself to make it to the finals of the South Beach Brawl Cup for the second time in back to back years.

With Bronx in the finals that means I was eliminated and back to square one when it comes to challenging Eli, or whoever may be the world champion next time if I was to receive another opportunity at the title, and that eats at me. No disrespect to Bronx because he defeated me in the center of the ring like a man and he’s earned my respect and I wish him the best of luck because he’s proven he’s a legit challenger and contender to Eli’s title.

The thing that kept me staring at the mirror the last few days was the question I kept asking myself, what now?

Usually I’m good with coming back from a tough loss, but this was different because it was two world title opportunities that slipped through my fingers. First at All or Nothing and then again not winning this tournament and now I’m literally back to square one. I have to start at the bottom where I have to climb back up the ladder of success and you know what? Even though it’s going to be a long climb back up that’s fine with me since most people think it was a fluke anyway and when I do it again I’m going to prove everyone wrong just like I always do.

Location: Houston, Texas: O’Malley’s Pub
April 3, 2017, 7:30 p.m. local time

The sound of a bell gets our attention as the front door to O’Malley’s Pub opens up and a couple in their mid-twenties walks into the establishment and make their way over to the bar.


A man yells as he hits the top of the bar with his fist in celebration as George Springer of the Houston Astros hits a homerun in the first inning and the Astros lead the Seattle Mariners 1-0 on Opening Day.

“That’s what I’m talking about Springer!”

The man says as he takes a drink of his beer as the couple pull up next to the man and have a seat.

“What can I get you?”

The barkeep asks the couple and the man orders himself a pint while his companion orders a half pint. The bartender brings the couple their drinks and the man next to them finishes his and motions for another. As the man waits for his drink, the man next to him speaks and obviously he isn’t from around those parts from his accent.

“Big baseball fan are you?”

The man asks and the person next to them turns revealing himself to be Scott Stevens.

“You could say that. I use to play for them when I was younger. I was signed to their minor league team in Corpus Christi.”

Stevens replies as he grabs his new beer and takes a sip.

“Really now?”

The man asks not believing Texas’ greatest export.

“It’s true. If I didn’t blow out my knee again I would have had a career in baseball.”

Stevens says as he points to his knee revealing the multiple scars that plague his epidermis and the man whistles seeing the battle wounds.

“That looks like it hurt mate.”

The man says and Stevens can’t help but chuckle.

“Well it didn’t tickle that’s for sure.”

Stevens replies before taking another drink of his beer.

“Name's Sean.”

The man says extending his hand.


Stevens replies accepting the man’s hand and shaking it.

“Where you from Sean?”

Stevens asks as he takes another sip of his beer.

“I’m from Ireland.”

Sean responds before taking a drink.

“Which Ireland?”

Stevens asks which Sean answers rudely.

“The only Ireland that matters mate.”

Stevens doesn’t respond and simply nods as he finishing his second beer and asks for another.

“Didn’t mean to offend.”

Stevens says and Sean waves him off.

“None taken, just remember there is only one true Ireland and those British cunts living in the north aren’t Irish.”

Sean says ordering another round for himself.

“Fair enough”

Stevens says as he takes a sip of his beer while watching Dallas Keuchel strike out a batter.

“What brings you to Houston Sean?”

Stevens asks as the game goes to commercial.


“What kind of business are you in?”

Stevens asks with intrigue in his tone.


Sean responds as he sips his beer.

“And you? Are you still involved in baseball or any other sports?”

He asks Stevens as the Texan is munching on some peanuts that sit in front of him.   

“You could say that. I’m not in baseball anymore, but I am still involved in sports that lean more towards the combat side.”

Stevens says and Sean nods.

“You’re a fighter I take it then?”

Sean asks and Stevens shrugs a bit.

“You could say that.”

Stevens says which draws Sean in.

“When was your last fight and how’d you do?”

The woman Sean is with suddenly chimes in.

“Pardon Riley here Scott as she’s a huge fight fan and she just can’t help herself sometimes.”

Sean excuses Riley’s rudeness but the Texan waves it off.

“It’s fine. No harm no foul.”

Stevens says as he quenches his thirst from the dryness of the peanuts he had been eating.

“My last fight was this passed Wednesday and I lost unfortunately.”

Stevens says as the Irish couple have to know more.

“What happened? You get knocked out? You tap?”

Riley asks with intrigue and Stevens shakes his head no until he’s given a moment to respond.

“None of those. I lost after a long back and forth battle.”

Stevens says and Riley nods.

“I see, you lost a heartbreaker didn’t you?”

Riley asks as Stevens has her undivided attention.

“Yes I did”

Stevens says as he hand begins to turn red as he tightens his fist.

“Was the fight important?”

Sean asks and Stevens nods.

“Very important. It was a title eliminator tournament to determine the number one contender to the championship. I had made it to the final four and I thought I had the victory, but my opponent did enough to secure his victory in the end.”

Stevens says as he hits his fist against the bar top.

“I had earned my shot against the champion but fail short and this time I began to work my way back up the ladder to challenge the champion once again only to come up short and end up back to square one. It’s just frustrating sometimes when you get so close and one loss is more of a setback than people realize.”

Stevens says as he reaches for his glass and his grip tightens around the cold mug.

“Sorry about your loss but you can’t let it get you down. You have to look forward toward your next fight with a clear mind set.”

“And I am. I’ve already been preparing for my next fight.”

Stevens informs Sean and Riley.

“Who are you facing?”

Riley asks with intrigued.

“I’m facing a man by the name of Adrian Tanner Jr.”

Stevens says as the name mentioned brings a familiar look of, “I’ve heard it but can’t place it.”

“That name sounds familiar.”

Sean says and Riley agrees.

“How do you think you are going to do against him?”

“I think it’s going to be extremely tough.”

Stevens says after putting down his glass.

“How so?”

Riley asks as she wants all the inside details.

“Adrian, is going to be tough for the simple fact is that he’s hungry for a victory like I am. He’s on a losing streak just like me, but the difference between the two of us is that he is still a champion in another division.”

Stevens says acknowledging his opponents hard fought tag team victory while Sean and Riley think he means lower weight class. Stevens goes to correct them, but decides to play along with it.

“I may have the height, weight and strength advantage, but Tanner has youth, speed, and a confidence to prove that he’s isn’t just the best light-heavyweight in the world but just the best, period.”

Stevens says before taking another sip of his beer and continuing.

“This is the same mentality and intangibles my last opponent had and I can’t prepare the same way for Tanner like I did Bronx or I’ll lose. I have to be smarter and let Tanner’s overconfidence and assholeness get the better of him. When Tanner won his championship no one expected him to win the match and he was a heavy underdog but he shocked the world when he walked out victories over the heavily favored champion. When he won he let everyone know it and his ego is his Achilles heel.”

“I see, and how are you going to exploit it?”

Riley asks with uber interest.

“Every contest he wants to make it the show stealing attraction. He wants to make sure everyone sees him and knows he puts on instant classics and walks out with his hand raised high in victory. When you’re young you always want to put on a show and rub your accomplishments in everyone’s face, but not me.”

Stevens says and Sean has a confused look on his face.

“Why not?”

He asks and Stevens chuckles.

“Because I’m too fucking old that’s why.”

This response causes Riley and Sean to laugh as well.

“I’m not there to put on a show. I’m there to win, that’s it.”

Stevens informs as he finishes his drink and calls for another.

“Tanner has incredible talent, but his ego overshadows his talent because he thinks he’s better than everyone because he grew up in the business. Just because you have pedigree doesn’t mean you don’t have to put in the effort. If he put in the effort he may have defeated Bronx and it would have been him facing me last week instead. Just because you have talent doesn’t mean you can’t take your opponents as a joke. Maybe if he treated his last opponent as a threat he wouldn’t have lost but he was too busy playing pocket pull and pulling pranks instead of focusing on the task at hand.”

Stevens says as he takes a big gulp from his glass.


Sean asks with disbelief.


Stevens responds with a nod.

“I can promise you this Sean, when I face Adrian there won’t be a cardboard cut out shooting the bird and laughing because it’ll be me live in living color doing it to him as I’m pronounced the winner and grab that win I desperately need to get back in title contention and I send him back to the division he belongs in!”

Stevens says enthusiastically as he slaps the top of the bar with excitement.

“Here. Here.”

Sean says as he raises his glass and Stevens raises his and the two clang them together before taking a big gulp.

“Victory is within my grasp and championships are in my future.”

Stevens says as the image fades to black.

Location: Portland, Oregon: High School Football Field
March 25, 2017, 2:30 p.m. local time

Today is a good day, and why you ask?

The sun is shining brightly in the clear blue sky. You have people being friendly to one another. You have dogs in heat humping one another, but most importantly you have a championship football game going on as we speak.

The sound of a whistle blowing gets our attention.

“First down!”

The official says as he motions for the chain gang to get set up for the offense to begin their new set of downs. As the chain gang gets set the defense and offense huddle up.

“Alright fellas, we can win this.”

Devlin, the quarterback for the Portland Alphas, says to his teammates in the huddle.

“We have led this game the entire time until now and I’ll be damned if we lose to the Black Knights here today!”

He says getting his guys hyped.

“We are only twenty yards out from a touchdown so I’m going to fake the handoff to Bryan and roll out right and throw it to Bronx.”

Devlin says, but some of his teammates disagree with the call.

“Come on Dev, they’ll see that coming.”

Griffin says as his buddy Tate agrees with him.

“Look, who else has been doing their job today?”

Devlin asks and not one can answer.

“Exactly, Bronx has been on fucking fire today. He’s ran a punt and kickoff back for a touchdown. He’s ran one in as well as tossed and received one. Since he’s the only one who’s been able to find the endzone and who isn’t constantly dropping it with butterfingers who do you think I should give it to?”

Devlin asks as Bryan slowly raises his hand.

“Only if you let me fuck your wife while you watch will that ever happen.”

Devlin says as Bryan slowly brings down his hand.

“Besides, I’m one touchdown away from beating, flag football legend, Al Boondy’s record of five touchdowns in a single game.”

Bronxaham Lincoln says as he flips his sweaty, sandy, blonde locks out of his face and pushes his silver Aviators back up his nose.

“So remember, Bronx gets the ball and everyone else block and get the fuck out of his way.”

Devlin says as they clap and yell break and come up to the line.


Devlin says as Griffin comes in motion.


Devlin says as he waits for Ramon to stop.


Tate snaps the ball to Devlin as he fakes the handoff to Bryan but the defense doesn’t bite as they use their one bull rush blitz and Devlin is lucky to get the ball off as two defenders pull his flags off as he lets it fly. Bronxitus is able to catch the wounded duck and side steps the first defender and stiffs arms the next.







Wait a minute…..

In mid-stride Bronxetron starts to stumble and falls to the ground fumbling the ball in the process and a member of the Black Knights jumps on the ball to try and recover it but the defender slips and the force from his momentum forces the ball to roll out of bounds. Bronx his heard yelling in pain as the rest of the Alphas rush over to their fallen teammate.


Devlin yells and a trainer runs out onto the field to where Bronxtopher Reeve had fallen and begins his inspection.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

The trainer asks as Bronx points to his foot.

“My foot. It’s my foot.”

The trainer carefully removes the cleat and pulls down the sock and begins to touch Bronx’s foot.

“Does it hurt there?”

The trainer asks and Bronxidillo shakes his head no. He continues to feel around until he touches the pinky toe and Bronx wails like a banshee at the swollen toe.

“What’s the prognosis? Is it broken?”

Devlin asks and the trainer shakes his head.

“I think it’s just sprained, but I need to get him back over to the sidelines to get a better diagnosis.”

The trainer tells Devlin.

You could hear a pin drop if it wasn’t for the cheerleaders cheering on their favorite player.

“Bronxy, Bronxy, he’s our man if he can’t do it no one can! Yeah! Bronxy!”

The three cheerleaders repeat over and over again.

“Get up man, jokes over.”

Devlin says to Bronx who tries to stand up, but falls back down as he applies pressure to his foot.

“I can’t stand up.”

Bronxamania tells Devlin.


Devlin says shaking his head.

“It’s funny how we make the championship each year only to come up short because you get hurt. Last year you got dirt in your eyes and had to be pulled and the year before that you swallowed a bug and had trouble breathing. Besides that, I know the pussy plunderer isn’t going to allow a stubbed toe from getting into the pants of Ramona, Aidan, and Lauryn over there.”

Devlin points over to the cheerleaders cheering for the Bronx Bomber to get back up and score the game winning touchdown and securing the championship and record of most touchdowns in a game. Bronxtastic tries to stand once again but his leg gives out from under him and he holds his foot in pain like Marv from Home Alone after a nail was driven through it.


Devlin says shaking his head.

“You always wanted to be the FACE of this team, but you constantly end up choking when it matters and it costs us every time. You may be the most talented member of this team but the constant so called injuries are costing us and after today you a no longer a member of the Alphas.”

Devlin says as a single tear can be seen rolling down the cheek of Bronx is the only emotion besides pain shown as Bronx’s eyes are hidden behind a thick layer of glass. As the trainer continues to work on Bronx and Devlin and the rest of the Alphas form their next plan everything seems to slow down to a halt……

“Has this ever happened to you?”

A familiar voice is heard as Scott Stevens appears at the fifty yard line.

“Victory within your grasp and it slowly slips away.”

Stevens says as he looks towards Bronx near the endzone.

“It’s trying to catch water with your hands and your keep trying and you keep trying but you end up with the same result, nothing.”

Stevens says as he turns away and begins to walk to the other side of the field.

“For years Bronx has made people believe he is one of the best wrestlers in the world today. However, when you claim to be the best you actually have to beat the best, and he has always come up short when it came to beating the best.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“When Bronx competed in Galveston he was a constant main stay in the Main Event competing for the Undisputed championship, and no other championship because his talents were too good to be wasted holding an inferior championship. However, his talents weren’t good enough to defeat Chris Callum or anyother Undisputed champion at the time. Fast forward a bit and journeyman Bronx goes from one wrestling promotion to another trying to find his place in the business. He stops in NGW and dominates there before leaving unexpectedly and goes to a semi-large wrestling promotion in Fight One and has moderate success before disagreements with managements forces him to find work elsewhere. The master of the Bronxmission, finds himself competing in tournaments of pride as a free agent because he’s burned so many bridges that no one would have him and he comes up short in the Manifest Destiny and Total J Cup tournaments just like he did in the South Beach Brawl Cup last year against Jair Hopkins in the finals.”

Stevens says as he comes to a stop and looks at the scoreboard with thirty seconds left on the clock with the Black Knights ahead 34 to 30.

“So close and yet so far away isn’t it.”

Stevens says as he continues to stare at the score.

“One misstep and it all ended just like that.”

Stevens says as he snaps his fingers.

“Like in many other sports talent doesn’t always transcend to championships and sometimes you just get lucky enough and fate smiles upon you. Look at Lebron James, Peyton Manning, and John Elway. Three of the greatest players of their profession and for years they were considered good, but not good enough to win a championship. Lebron was seen as a coward as he had to team up with two others to win his first championship while miscommunication and an interception sealed the victory for Manning and the Colts to beat the man that people considered Peyton’s daddy and go to the Super Bowl. Elway and the Broncos proved to be the Little Engine That Could as they scratched and clawed their way into the playoffs and won close game after close game to win their first championship. Are you like them Bronx? Or are you like the Jim Kellys and Dan Marinos of the world? Great players that constantly contend for championships but they always end up on the losing end. Which are you?"

Stevens asks as he turns from the scoreboard.

“Because we aren’t really sure, only you know.”

Stevens says as he looks up towards the sky and closes his eyes and soaks in the suns rays.

“You have made a living off of the Bronx Hype Train and that all good for a short time until the propaganda runs its course and you fail to deliver, and that’s the truth with why you can’t find a promotion to call home.”

Stevens says as he slowly opens his eyes.

“You say 4CW is your home and you have your so called friends and everyone else believing your propaganda but you and I know that once the well dries up you’re gone.”

Stevens says with a sigh.

“It’s amazing you’ve been able to get away with it as long as you have, but I’m not surprised because the people that have bought into your propaganda aren’t the smartest people walking around 4CW.”

Stevens bluntly states as he turns around and begins walking the other way.

“Throughout known history propaganda has been used for personal gain. You have famous posters like Uncle Sam’s I Want You poster where the government wanted you to join the military as the United States entered into World War I. Another famous one from the United States is the We Can Do It poster to make already employed women to work harder while their husbands were off fighting Germans, Italians, and the Japanese.”

Stevens says before coming to a stop once again at the fifty yard line.

“And for years you’ve made a career off of that Bronx. You’ve manipulated your way into promotion after promotion just by being Bronx. They all got googly eyes and started getting weak in the knees for signing a “big name” that they opened up the checkbook and rolled out the red carpet, but when it came time for you to do your part and take that company to the next level, you fell flat on your face. When you’re the shark you shine brightly like a star in the sky, but when you are the minnow and are faced with obstacles you tuck tail and run. You can say whatever you want about me and make whatever little jokes you want about whether if I’m as famous as I make myself out to be, but the truth is you’ve bitten off more than you can chew with me. C.J O’Donnell liked to boast and brag like you do and when he faced me he proved how great he wasn’t.”

Stevens says as he points to his arm.

“First I broke his arm, then I broke his ego by taking his championship away, and then I broke him by defeating him over and over again.”

Stevens says with a smile.

“I know you hear the whispers and gossip in the back that I’m the Lonesome Loser and I’m 4CW’s resident doormat, but the truth is no one walks on me!”

Stevens says as he points to himself.

“Bryan Williams couldn’t do it, Mariano Fernandez couldn’t do it, and neither will you.”

Stevens says with a nod before continuing.

“You’re about to learn why I am the most dangerous person in this tournament because at any moment I can end you just like that.”

Stevens warns as he snaps his fingers once again.

“And when that happens, your memorabilia will sale like hot cakes, and I’m going to profit from your misery not just from defeating you and becoming the future number one contender, but lining my pockets as well as I complete the defeated Masks of Men set of Generation Me and sale them on Shop4CW.com.”

Stevens says with a wink.

“After I embarrass you on Adrenaline I can read what the dirt sheets will be printing and that’s Bronx Valescence takes leave of absence from 4CW for tooth ache. I can dissect a promo and use it against you or do one off of the cuff it doesn’t really matter because the result will be the same and that is with you crying in shame as my arm is raised in victory.”

As Stevens makes his claim of victory the crowd bursts into cheers as Bronxasaurus Rex makes his way back onto the field.

“I’m an Alpha forever and ever and we got this.”

Bronxinator says to Devlin as he slaps him on the back. Devlin smiles and gives him a quick noogie before reading off the next play which is a fake toss to the Bronxness Monster and a pitch to Bryan who runs up the gut and is tackled at the goal line. The Alphas huddle up to run one last play to seal the victory.

“Bronx, you got us here now win it!”

Bryan says as he builds his friend’s confidence up.

“You got it!”

Bronximus Prime says to Bryan as he gives him a fist bump.

“Bronxy, Bronxy, he’s our man if he can’t do it no one can! Yeah! Bronxy!”

The three cheerleaders repeat over and over again as the Alphas emerge for the huddle and line up. Tate hikes the ball and Devlin hands the ball off to Bronxzilla and he does he best Ezekiel Elliot impression as he goes to leap frog the pile but……

TOXIC STING OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd is stunned by what happened as the siren goes off to signal the end of the game. The angry Texan looks at the crowd before turning his attention back to Bronxy Spice.

“I told you the result is going to be the same so you better get comfortable in that position because at Adrenaline I am the one who’s going to the finals.”

Stevens says as the image fades to black.

Adrenaline / Starboy? More like Fuck Boy
« on: March 23, 2017, 04:41:53 AM »
Hi there,

I just want to welcome you to San Antonio, Texas the home of the Alamo, the River Walk and Ripley’s Believe It or Not!

Since 1918, Robert Ripley and his Believe It or Not Odditoriums have showcased the eclectically bizarre collection of his and since his passing Ripley’s tradition of scouring the globe for the world’s most unbelievable exhibits has continued, and that collection is on display for the world to see.

One of the attractions you can visit is the Tomb Rider 3D which is a state of the art multi-million dollar adventure ride where you journey into the tomb of the Egyptian god Anubis. Shoot for the high score and break the curse….if you can.

If Egyptian curses and shooting the dead isn’t for you then maybe you would like Ripley’s Haunted Adventure. The multi-million dollar haunted house complete with special effects and live actors takes haunted houses to the next level as scares lurk around every corner of the creepy mansion waiting to welcome you home, and that high pitched scream you hear is you.

If ghouls and goblins aren’t for you then you should check out the Guinness Book of World Records museum complete with hundreds of exhibits from sports, space, animals, and more. Do you weigh more than the world’s fattest man at 1,400 pounds? Do you think you have what it takes to become a world record holder? Well here is your chance to become #OfficiallyAmazing as you can participate in daily live shows featuring official Guinness World Records adjudicators. They are the first museum in the world to give guests a chance to earn a world record.

If setting records isn’t for you than you can always explore the weird and strange of Ripley’s Odditorium. With over eighteen themed galleries and over five hundred exhibits, artifacts, and oddities from around the world like authentic shrunken heads and cannibal skulls, mind boggling visual illusions, and the most unusual and weird stuff in all of San Antonio. Sorry Austin, but you may be weird but Ripley’s is weirder.

Or if you just want to take a picture with your favorite celebrity you can always hit up Louis Tussand’s Waxworks that has over two hundred and fifty life like figures.

With all of these great places to choose from which is your choice?

Location: San Antonio, Texas: Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
March 22, 2017, 12:30 p.m. local time

The sun is shining brightly in a clear blue sky, but unlike your normal Texas weather of hot and humid it is surprisingly cool outside. The trees to their best impersonation of a human being as they begin to wave as a slow breeze begins to pick up and they shiver with cold. As hyperthermia begins to set in for the trees on of them loses an appendage as a single leaf flies off and heads towards the Louis Tussand’s Waxworks. As the leaf collides with a ticket booth window we see two children, one boy and the other a girl, waiting for the person at the window.

“That’ll be sixty bucks.”

A raspy voice is heard as three, crisp twenty dollar bills are slid in the hole in the glass. The man collects the money and exchanges the currency with three tickets for the Odditorium and the Wax Museum.

“Have a good day.”

The old man with the raspy voice says.

“Will do.”

Replies the familiar voice of Scott Stevens as he collects the tickets and puts his wallet into his back pocket. Stevens made it to the final four of the South Beach Brawl Cup tournament to determine a number one contender to Eli Carlson’s world title with a victory over Alexis Morrison, but this upcoming challenge wasn’t going to be easy. Stevens took a day off from training for his upcoming match to take his kids to the Ripley’s attractions for a little relaxation, but most importantly reflection.

“Come on dad, hurry up!”

The boy yells as he and his sister are waiting by the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Stevens replies as he half jogs towards the door. He opens the door for his children and once inside the wax museum he presents the usher with their tickets to be scanned before beginning the tour. As the kids nab their tickets from their father and dart into the museum, Stevens chuckles and shakes his head as he follows behind and once he enters the tour the first figure he comes upon is Houston’s own Beyonce Knowles. Stevens continues to walk in the musician section and sees legend after legend from Michael Jackson to Madonna to the King himself, Elvis Presley.

“Standing before you is not just celebrities, not just musicians, but people who are above a common label or placement as each other these people have transcended to the next level of superstardom.”

Stevens says as he points to the Kings of Pop and Rock and Roll.

“They are larger than life stars and everyone wants to reach that level of celebrity, but alas only a few can reach that level.”

Stevens says as he walks forward and stops in front of a wax figure of Johnny Cash.

“He is a lot like my opponent in the next round of the South Beach Brawl Cup.”

Stevens says as he sizes up The Man in Black.

“Yes, I know who you are Bronx.”

Stevens says as he stares into the eyes of Cash.

“I know who you are, what you’ve done, and the thing you aspire to be.”

Stevens says as he acknowledges his opponent.

“You are extremely talented, but that talent hasn’t gotten you to where you want to be has it?”

Stevens asks as he shakes his head no as if he is answering Bronx’s question for him.

“You’ve had success everywhere you’ve gone especially in NGW where you were the big fish in a very small pond, but that’s not the level of success you want or need. The kind of success you crave is the kind where people look at you and know when you say you are the best you are the best, and you haven’t experienced that, and why’s that?”

Stevens asks as he slowly lowers his head and turns towards the camera.

“Is it backstage politics that prevented you from winning the big one in Galveston Island Wrestling? Was it your brash and cockiness that rubbed the people in Fight One the wrong way where you are the name that should never be spoken there? Or is it injuries that prevented you from defeating Jair Hopkins last year and being successful in 4CW?”

Stevens asks before shrugging and continuing on with the tour.

“Whatever the case may be you are constantly out to prove people that you want to fit in and that you belong because you are just as good as they are. You can say you don’t fit in 4CW but you fit in like a glove. You are considered more 4CW than I ever was despite your so-called lack of achievements. Unlike you, I have to constantly prove myself to everyone everywhere I go despite if I’ve BEEN THERE or not. I have been the outsider and I always will remain that. When I signed to High Octane Wrestling I wasn’t even considered the best wrestler in the promotion I was coming over from despite being the company’s top champion. I proved everyone wrong by defeating Hall of Famers, legends, and countless champions to reign supreme in the land of High Octane and yet people didn’t respect the accomplishments I achieved and said I still wasn’t good enough.”

Stevens says with a sigh and comes across the monster area of the tour which includes classic monsters like Frankenstein and his Bride, Dracula, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, the Mummy and the Wolfman to new age monsters like Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger.

“The same is said when I came to 4CW. I wasn’t taken seriously by anyone because I was more concerned with cashing a paycheck to make the world a greener place than win gold.”

Stevens says with a smirk and a wink.

“And yet I still wasn’t serious when I took out Caleb Houston and everyone’s favorite, JPD. Hell, I almost became the world champion and yet, you are somehow the favorite to win this whole tournament.”

Stevens says with a confused look as he stares at the Predator battling a Xenomorph from Aliens.

“I just don’t get it, but it’s the same shit every time, and I don’t know why it still continues to surprise me.”

Stevens says as he turns the corner and comes across a set up of Back to the Future with Marty McFly and the Delorean.

“Bronx, I don’t need a time machine to know you’re full of shit.”

Stevens says as he turns away from looking at the Delorean.

“You can keep your false admiration to yourself because everyone knows you don’t respect anyone but yourself and this is why you fail because you don’t take it seriously.”

Stevens says as he moves on from McFly and towards the Wizard of Oz.

“You have all the talent in the world, but when you lose you always have excuses for something; he pulled my tights, my hair was in my face, I pulled my ACL in my pinky toe, President Mac didn’t give me my Outback gift card, and my favorite, I was plundering the pussy to train properly.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“You survived by the skin of your teeth against Adrian Tanner because you thought it would be a breeze and you’re doing the same with me.”

Stevens says shaking his head as he comes up to the figure of the Terminator and stops. The wax figure is from the second movie and the statue is battled damage from being lit up by shotguns and assault rifles.

“You need to understand one thing about me Bronx is that I’m taking this match very seriously. You’re the golden goose of this tournament and when I bust your bracket I become the favorite to win this tournament, and I’m the last person Eli wants to see again. You think he takes Johnny Evil seriously? Give me a fucking break. He was contemplating retirement a few weeks ago and now his fading career has momentarily been resuscitated by becoming a tag champion. Genie is good, but she’s not good enough to defeat her husband because she barely survived my first onslaught. To get a better idea of what you’re facing on Adrenaline take a look behind me.”

Stevens says as he points to the Terminator wax statue.

“I’m like the Terminator. I’m a destructive robot with a singular task hardwired into my CPU, and that is the elimination of Bronx Valescence by any means necessary because anything less than victory is a mission failed, and I don‘t fail. You can do what you have to do to slow me down, but it will never be enough because I keep getting up and keep on coming more times than Drew Stevenson has had facial reconstruction surgery. Many, like the Royal Family, have had plenty of opportunities to eliminate me, but for some reason they left me breathing and you don’t leave a wounded animal alive. The difference between you and Alexis is you understand the magnitude of what is at stake while she was just happy to be invited to the tournament. With the Northwesterns and other unimportants eliminated it’s down to the nitty gritty and you’re my meal ticket to the big dance because beating you sends a statement to everyone left that you’re fucked.”

Stevens boasts confidently as he continues on through the tour.

“When I say I’m the guy you need to be worried about I’m not blowing smoke up your ass because it’s fact.”

Stevens says as he stops in front of Judge Dredd and Robocop.

“If the millennials of Generation Now are suppose to be taking over 4CW then I haven’t seen anything of significant coming from ya’ll since everyone of your friends I’ve stepped into the ring with I have defeated in my short time here in 4CW.”

Stevens says with a smirk before walking again.

“You have to beat me because you know I can defeat Eli and you need that confidence boost to put you over the top. A victory over me is the fix you need to take you to the big dance you’ve been tweaking for every since you came back to 4CW. The only problem is I’m not for sale and the question remains what will your excuse be when you’re counting the lights from the flat of your back?”

Stevens begins to stroke his beard as he lets the question linger before continuing on through the museum and entering the sports section and seeing Michal Jordan.

“Everyone wants to be like Mike, but you have to understand that there is only one greatest of all time. Just like you want to be the Starboy of 4CW where you are fucking it on the daily because you are the big dog of 4CW, but in reality you’re just the Fuck Boy.”

Stevens says crudely.

“You say 4CW is your home but it’s only a matter of time before you get all emotional and do some stupid shit backstage or on social media to get fired or come up with a fake reason for a leave of absence like you lost your Aviators or you have a paper cut that requires surgery. 4CW is my home now and I’m about to evict your ass from the premises.”

Stevens says as he points towards an Exit sign.

“Daddy, daddy, come look. It’s grandpa!!!”

The sound of a little girl catches Stevens’ attention as his children come into the scene and he follows them to see what has gotten them all excited. As Stevens enters the next room he comes across familiar faces, of his family. There in all their glory is wax statues of the Stevens family with the patriarch, Cary first, then George, then Ricky, and then Scott Stevens himself. Stevens comes over and inspects his statue and shakes his head.

“Still doesn’t look like me, but regardless if you want to achieve the level of success that I have obtained Bronx all you have to do is win.”

Stevens says as he steps back and inspects the statues as a whole.

“But that’s too difficult for you isn’t it? You talk the talk but you can’t walk the walk and that is why you continue to fail and that is why you will fail against me because you choke all the time in the big moments. The 4CW championship will be around my waist before the years end and there isn’t a damn thing you, Genie, or Evil can fucking do about it.”

Stevens issues a warning before whistling a familiar tune and singing with a voice only a mother could love.

“Look what you've done
Absolutely nothing
Look what I’ve done
More than the Fuck Boy”

Stevens continues to whistle the beat to Bronx’s theme as the scene fades to black.

Adrenaline / Thanks for the trip down memory lane
« on: March 13, 2017, 02:06:28 AM »
Location: San Antonio, Texas: Stevens Household
March 12, 2017, 11:30 p.m. local time

As the scene opens up it is hard to gain our bearings as everything is dark and hard to see where we are going. The moon and a lone night light are the only sources of luminescence that helps us as we wander throughout the Stevens household. Suddenly, our attention is attracted to a sound coming in front of us. As we follow the noise we pass by a clock on a beige colored wall that reads it is thirty minutes from midnight and pass by family portraits of the Stevens clan as well. We find the source of the noise as it is coming from the kitchen and sitting at the breakfast table is everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens.

Stevens’ face is clearly visible as he is watching something on his iPad tablet, but we also notice that he is wearing a white tank top and a pair of sweat pants. As we get closer to him we can see that his expression on his face hasn’t changed as he has watched the video and that can mean one of two things; whatever he is watching isn’t of much concern or whatever he is watching doesn’t pose a threat in his eyes.

What is he watching?

As we get closer we begin to make out that it is Alexis Morrison’s latest promo.

“And while you’re stuck aging away getting those skin tissues of yours. Trying to stay relevant in a modern world. I’ve become an inspiration that shapes the future.”

We came in at the very end of Stevens’ South Beach Brawl Cup opponent’s latest promo and the last image that is see is people wearing Alexis Morrison shirt clapping and cheering her on as the promo fades away slowly looking at the 4CW championship dangling from the rafters.

“I wonder how much she paid for those people to wear one of her shirts and pretend to like her enough and cheer for her so it can seem that she has supporters in this profession?”

Stevens asks as he slowly puts the iPad down on the table in front of him.

“She still doesn’t get it, but she will.”

Stevens says to himself as he reaches for the iPad and begins to click some buttons. He soon opens up the video app in the camera section and hits the big red circle to start recording.

“Thank you for that outstanding trip down memory lane Alexis. It was highly informative to remind everyone exactly what I have done in 4CW and plug my upcoming dvd that is coming soon to 4CWshop.com.”

Stevens says with sarcasm oozing from his mouth.

“I have to know how many countless hours you wasted researching my 4CW history to try and use my failures against me to gain a psychological edge only for you to fall down face first in your attempt?”

Stevens asks as he lets the question linger for a moment.

“It’s funny how you seem to be your own hype man and build yourself up as this threat in the tournament when everything you’ve done in 4CW completely disagrees with the façade you are trying to sell everyone.”

Stevens says as he turns his neck until it pops loudly.

“You say you were a top contender to another company’s championship but you threw that opportunity away by forfeiting it so you could settle on a buy out on your contract with said company to become a free agent and sign exclusively with 4CW. How stupid are you? That’s what Perry would ask if heard you right now. I’m sure you’ll try to find some way to spin it in your benefit but the truth is you threw away a championship opportunity and you took a pay cut to come to 4CW.”

Stevens shakes his head in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter where you go to compete there will always be drama and politicking going on and you’re just too naïve to see it, and that is why Perry is winning win you signed your contract because he knew you work for cheap and if the drama arises you’ll ask for a release so it’s a win-win for him. Any top contender to a world or heavyweight championship would know this so I highly doubt the claims you are bragging about.”

Stevens says bluntly before taking a sip of strawberry kiwi Vitamin Water.

“You like to do a lot of assuming don’t you, and you know what happens when you assume, right?”

Stevens asks before sitting the bottle of water down.

“I don’t need the promotion of any wrestling company because my name alone is all the promotion I need. I have been in this business a very long time and I don’t seek out wrestling companies because they seek me out. Wallace is the one who came to me and offered me a deal when I became a free agent from High Octane Wrestling, and he was the one who brokered a per appearance deal with Lee Best when I was still under contract to HOW because i bring in ratings wherever I go. However, you wouldn’t know anything about that would you? Feeling wanted because you are important.”

Stevens says sternly as his face remains stoic.

“If you’re going to bring up things from the past you need to do your fucking research and get them right instead of doing half the research and looking like a third rate hack in the process.”

Stevens says with a disgusted look on his face.

“When I defeated CJ, it wasn’t for the honor and glory of High Octane Wrestling.”

Stevens says shaking his head no.

“It was to prove to that idiot that he isn’t as good as he thinks he is. You see, CJ likes to run his mouth just like you Alexis, and he also thinks that he is the greatest thing since slide bread when it comes to wrestling like you kind of alluded to in your little promo you made for me. To make a long story short, CJ and Boardwalk invaded HOW to prove they were the better wrestling company and I not only defeated CJ when he tried to test his mettle against the people of HOW, but I humiliated him when I broke his arm in an I Quit match. Then he goes on to say he is Boardwalk’s top champion and can defeat anyone. I responded and said you couldn’t defeat me and put your money where your mouth is by putting the Internet title on the line and he made excuse after excuse to avoid the match until he was looking to much like a pussy so to save face he had to accept and we all know what happened after that.”

Stevens says with a smirk.

“You try and belittle my XTV championship wins, but you fail to realize the bigger picture. The first time I won it may have been short lived but Perry Wallace paid me a shit ton of money to make a surprise appearance at the pay-per-view. Plus, how could I say no to guaranteed money and a championship match?”

Stevens asks before shrugging his shoulders and continuing.

“You brought up Jace Parker Davidson and how he was the XTV champion in the Warzone of Horrors match, but at the end of the night I didn’t leave the match with anything, you sure about that?”

Stevens asks staring directly into the iPad, his piercing emerald eyes staring coldly at the screen.

“I may have not walked out with the briefcase or as the final XTV champion, but I won the championship throughout the match, and I walked out knowing I had possibly ended the career of one Jace Parker Davidson.”

Stevens says with a grin.

“I may have been laid out and unconscious by the match’s end, but Jace is probably at his career’s end since he hasn’t returned after his encounter with me in that match. You see Alexis, I don’t have to win to win. I wasn’t the final XTV champion but I became a two time champion during the match. I didn’t win the briefcase to challenge for the world championship, but I put a person on the shelf for an indefinite period of time because he was in my way of championship opportunities like he was in HOW. Everything I do has an everlasting effect in 4CW. Jace was also the tag champion with his wife Tara at the time and because I took him out she had to find a replacement in Genevie Carlson to defend them due to the defense rule and they lost the championships because Genie and Tara isn’t the same as Ascended Supremacy. Eli Carlson cost me a match against Caleb Houston and I retired Houston permanently and I took my revenge on Eli by humiliating him over the last month until it drove him to the point he demanded a match with me, and the so called best wrestler in 4CW escaped by the skin of his teeth. It’s what you call the trickle-down effect. Everything I do has a person and reason behind it.”

Stevens says before taking another drink from his water bottle.

“You can try and downplay the fact you didn’t relish the joy when you learned you were going to be in the South Beach Brawl Cup. You seem to think I have this obsession to become the world champion when I really don’t have one at all. You see, I don’t need the world title around my waist to tell people that I’m the best because people already know that I am one of the best, I have been for a long time. I want to win this tournament solely on the fact I get Eli once again, but most importantly to prove that I am better than him and taking his title is the icing on the cake just like when I did it to CJ. Eli knows I can beat him and no amount of bullshit on social media or what he tells himself to sleep at night the knows he was lucky and his luck will run out next time he faces me.”

Stevens boasts with confidence as he points to himself.

“You and I both agree on the fact that I am tougher than most the people you will ever face, but let’s pump the brakes saying I can’t hurt you any worse than you have hurt yourself over the years because you love to cut yourself.”

Stevens says shaking his head by his opponent’s idiotic statement.

“People who cut themselves aren’t tough, or strong because they are week and pathetic. Cutting is a way some people, like you, try to cope with the pain of strong emotions, intense pressure, or upsetting relationship problems. Did you cut yourself because your daddy touched you in a private place when mommy wasn’t home? Did you cut yourself when you realize you couldn’t win the big one Miss Top Contender? Did you start cutting yourself after your boyfriend broke up with you when you told him you wouldn’t go down on him? Regardless of why you do it the point is you are a weak minded individual who lets the hardships of life get to her instead of grabbing by the balls and ripping them off. I don’t need to ask around to prove your claim of not being weak because you admitting you cutting yourself proves that you are. You’re weak mentally and that is why you won’t beat me. You cut yourself to give you joy from the disappointment your life is and you continue to do it because you constantly fail at life. After I’m done with you on Adrenaline you off to the nearest hardware store buying a razor and the rest of the world will be waking up to your obituary the next day because you couldn’t handle be a failure anymore.”

Stevens says with a sinister grin.

“You can call me the Terminator and yourself Sarah Conner, but you tend to forget that Sarah Conner fears the Terminator. She ran throughout the first even when Kyle Reese crippled him when he blew him up and she only grew a pair when the machine was trapped and couldn’t get her. Apparently you didn’t see the sequel when she ran from him in the mental hospital she was staying at when she saw him again.”

Stevens says with a chuckle before his expression changes from joyful to serious.

“What you fail to realize Alexis is that I am fear itself. I have left a bloody path of broken bodies since I came to 4CW, and unfortunately for you, you are in the wrong place at the wrong time and to accomplish my goal I have to go through you and that’s exactly what I am going to do on Adrenaline.”

Stevens says as he pushes the red button on the iPad as the screen fades to black.

Adrenaline / The Itch
« on: March 09, 2017, 04:10:55 AM »
Location: San Antonio, Texas: Stevens Family Training Facility
March 8, 2017, 2:30 a.m. local time

As we go inside the training facility of the legendary Stevens family we notice that there isn’t a soul in sight. The facility is dark and abandoned with the only source of life is the single spotlight above the twenty by twenty squared circle. The hallowed ground that has bred many champions throughout the years fell short this time around as the prodigal son failed to capture the 4CW world heavyweight championship from Eli Carlson.

No pomp.

No circumstance.


In the wrestling industry these things happen all the time because when you step between those ropes there is a winner and a loser, and unfortunately Scott Stevens was on the losing end.

Did he cry about the loss?


Did he say he was robbed?


Stevens gave it his all and even though he was a heartbeat away from becoming a world champion once again it was a heartbeat to short because Eli was able to survive and secure the championship.

So what is next for the Texan after he gave a match of the year candidate performance?

The same thing after every tough loss and victory……back training and preparing for the next match taking place at the Mohegan Sun Arena in Uncasville, Connecticut.


The sound of metal hitting metal breaks the silence in the air as we follow the source of the sound like a bloodhound tracking a certain scent. As we make our way passed the ring and beyond the training equipment we go into the men’s locker room and we see an individual sitting on an old wooden bench in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his face concealing his identity. The man is furiously scratching at his heavily tattooed arm as if he has been covered with itching powder.

“Have you ever had an itch?”

The man asks while he continues to scratch his right arm.

“I don’t mean a literal itch or a seven year itch where you’re on the hunt for pussy because you’re tired of not getting any from your wife or you’re just tired of the same old same old.”

The man says as his towel slips off of his head from the motion to reveal that it is everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens.

“I’m talking about something that drives you. An itch that drives you to the point of exhaustion because you need or want something. People say the same thing when it comes to tobacco, alcohol, or drugs if they quit cold turkey or are deprived of it for a long period of time. The only way to settle that itch is to get a temporary fix or try to ignore it long enough hoping it will go away, but we all know that it will always be there gnawing at us like a thousand fire ants using your skin as a buffet line, and when they are done your arm looks like thousands of small cancerous tumors bubbled up under the skin.”

Stevens says as the image probably caused people to vomit a little in their mouths.

“I had it.”

Stevens says as he looks down at the cold, concrete floor in shame.

“I had it in my hands and one major mistake on my part cost me.”

Stevens says as he hits one of the faded blue lockers in anger.

“I was this close to beating Eli and I fucked up when I had everything in control.”

Stevens says as he holds his thumb and index fingers to show he was millimeters away from becoming champion.

“But like all good things, they must come to an end and on that night it wasn’t meant to be as I tried to use brawn over finesse. If I didn’t wrap my legs around him and try to jerk him off of the hook instead of being patient and chipping away at him with punches.”

Stevens says with a sigh.

“Knowing I can beat Eli and didn’t put him away when I should have is gnawing at me, and it has been doing this every since the 4CW championship slipped through my fingers.”

Stevens says as he looks down at his hands with disappointment in his eyes.

“I know how Batman villain Victor Zsasz feels.”

Stevens says as he lifts his head up.

“With each successful kill, Zsasz cuts a tally mark into his skin, and he keeps doing this until he tallies up five kills and then he starts over. However, a few times, he has made the mistake of prematurely cutting a tally mark into his skin when his mark hadn’t died or was saved and brought back to life. When that happened he thought his skin was on fire. He said, “My skin... it's crawling... every inch of it feels... wrong” and that same itch has been growing and growing with more ferocity with each passing day for me.”

Stevens says as he continues to scratch.

“The only solution for Zsasz was the simplest, to make everything right again he would have to correct that mistake and correcting it was killing the person he intended to kill in the first place. However, in wrestling it’s not so cut and dry as it is for a comic book character.”

Stevens informs as he arm begins to turn red from the scratching.

“Usually, when you lose a match of importance like I did I would have to wait a long time before I was in contention for another opportunity at the world championship, but fate happen to smile upon me.”

Stevens says as the scratching begins to gradually get slower and slower.

“I have another opportunity to challenge for the world title at South Beach Brawl as I was entered into an eight man tournament called the South Beach Brawl Cup or S.B.B.C for short. The winner of this tournament becomes the automatic number one contender for the 4CW world championship. Last year Jair Hopkins won the inaugural tournament of sixteen and defeated longtime reigning world champion, Dakota Smith. This year the tournament features eight wrestlers consisting of myself, Adrian Tanner Jr., Bronx Valescence, Dare Clemmens, Genevie Carlson, Johnny Evil, Mariano Fernandez, and my opponent on Adrenaline, Alexis Morrison.”

Stevens says as the scratching becomes even slower.

“This tournament is a temporary fix that won’t cure my itch only soothe it for a short period of time before it flares up again.”

Stevens says as he looks at his arm which is red and raw as skin has begun to peel off.

“Is it going to be an easy task to win this tournament? No it isn’t. You have the current tag team champions in Adrian Tanner and Johnny Evil looking to add some singles gold to their tag championships. You have the prodigal son in Bronx looking to make his daddy proud and some are saying is the odds on favorite to win it all. You have up and coming talent in Dare and Mariano. You have Genevie Carlson, the wife of the world champion, but most importantly the woman who already defeated once already in 4CW.”

Stevens says acknowledging the level of competition he faces in the upcoming tournament.

“And then you have my opponent……..”

Stevens says as he slowly quits scratching and removes his hand from his arm.

“Alexis Morrison tweeted the other day that it would be an honor to face someone like me……”

Stevens says with a confused look.

“Someone like……me.”

Stevens repeats his previous statement and points to himself with a confused look on his face. 

“What exactly do you mean by that statement Alex?”

Stevens asks as he turns around towards the camera.

“Is it because you hear the last name and you instantly think legend, champion, fame, and fortune?”

Stevens lets the question linger for a moment before continuing.

“Or is it that you’re that naive to the fact that you don’t know what is in store for you when you step into the ring with me?”

Stevens asks as he begins to walk around the locker room with his hands behind his back.

“Do you not know who the fuck I am?”

Stevens asks as he looks directly towards the camera.

“While you were losing to a guy who I had already beaten I was a heartbeat away from becoming the 4CW world champion, but also proving to everyone that I am the top guy from High Octane Wrestling. Not Max, not Mike, not Zion or Hollywood, and definitely not Jace or Tara, but me!”

Stevens says as he points to himself.

“So I am sorry if I don’t share the same sentiment of facing you to be an honor and privilege because it’s not. You are simply in the wrong place at the wrong time come Adrenaline sweetheart because I am going to do what I have to do to ensure that I am victorious and become one step closer to having my rightful rematch with Eli Carlson.”

Stevens says as he motions for the camera to get closer.

“You saw the brutality of the match I was involved in with the supposed best wrestler and top champion in 4CW and was a cunt hair of dethroning him so how do you actually think you’ll fair against me?”

Stevens asks bluntly as he stops walking and turns towards the camera.

“You mentioned on Adrenaline a few weeks back that you had done your due diligence and studied your opponent and you were going to prove you belong in 4CW by giving the people something to talk about for years to come because you’re not going away any time soon.”

Stevens says as he paraphrases what he can remember from Alexis’ interview on Adrenaline a few weeks back.

“Apparently you lied and didn’t do your homework on your opponents because you lost to both Genie and Mariano and you are nonchalantly acting as if I’m just some other guy.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“If you would’ve done your homework you would’ve learned that stepping into the ring with me could be the very last thing you ever do. I’ve ended careers in HOW and I’ve ended possibly two careers already in 4CW.”

Stevens says with a sinister smile.

“I get it, you were a big fish in many small pounds as you bounced around from wrestling promotion to wrestling promotion, but the accomplishments you boast about being a former champion and Hall of Famer means nothing to me and it doesn’t mean shit in 4CW. One of your career highlights is being a former Boardwalk Anarchy champion. Whoopty-fucking-do!”

Stevens says sarcastically as he twirls his index finger in the air.

“I mean a monkey won that title multiple times……you heard me right, a fucking monkey.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“If you would’ve done your homework you would know that I to was in Boardwalk briefly where I was undefeated and I am still the longest reigning Internet champion and longest reigning champion of any kind there.”

Stevens says with a wink and smirk.

“The funniest thing you love boasting about is the fact you were the runner-up in the EWC King of the Cage this past year.”

Stevens says with a golf clap that continues until it grows slower and louder before the playfulness turns serious.

“Why would you even brag about that? You didn’t win the damn thing. You were the last loser of it is what you were. Did you get a nice participation trophy that read second place on it? Did you receive a pat on the head and told even though you lost you’re still a winner? You know what I got at All or Nothing? A bruised fucking ego and shooting pains that cause me to limp every time I walk.”

Stevens says as he points to his right knee that was worked over by Eli during the match.

“You need to realize that you’re a tiny little minnow in the waters of 4CW and I’m the Great White looking to make an example out of you that not only will be audience talk about for years to come, but also make Eli take notice as he grips that championship closer to his chest knowing that I’m one step closer to facing him once more. Normally, I treat every match I’m in with importance, but this match is extra special since Perry threw chum in the water to lure my attention at facing Eli again by becoming the number one contender. So continue to focus on having matches that people talk about for years to come because I already have those. Continue to think you aren’t going anywhere because I’m about to bounce you from the South Beach Brawl Cup.”

Stevens says sternly before walking over and picking up the towel that was a top his head at the beginning of the interview.

“People will be talking about our match come Adrenaline.”

Stevens says as he stares at the towel.

“They’ll be talking about your third loss in a row, and how easy of a victory it was for me while reminding the champ to not get too comfortable.”

Stevens says before tossing the towel onto the camera as the image fades to black.

All Or Nothing I / The Hunter or the Prey?
« on: February 28, 2017, 01:14:00 AM »
This has been my week in a nutshell……

Friday-Sunday, February 17th through February 19th.

Training with my family this past weekend to prepare me for my world title match against Eli Carlson in a Caged Ladder Match.

Monday, February 20th……..

From 1 am to 4 am - Catch the red eye to Las Vegas, Nevada to do some promotional work with the 4CW production staff.

From 6 am to 11 am - At the corporate headquarters to do banners, hype videos, photo shoots for the final promotional push to promote All or Nothing.

From 12 pm to 3 pm – Eating pepperoni pizza and doing some gambling before my flight home with Black Jack and Texas Hold ‘Em being the games of choice.

From 4 pm to 7 pm – Fly back home.

From 8 pm to 11 pm – Eat a dinner consisting of salad and chicken before a late night training session.

Tuesday, February 21st……..

From 5 am to 7 am – Wake up, shower, eat breakfast and get ready to drive to Houston, Texas.

From 7 am to 10 am – Arrive in Houston for my promotional rounds.

From 11 am to 12 pm – Autograph signing and meet and greet for one of the pay-per-views sponsors.

From 12 pm to 1 pm – Eat lunch at Whataburger.

From 2 pm to 3 pm – On Sports Radio 610.

From 5 pm to 6 pm – On ESPN 97.5.

From 6 pm to 12 am – Eat a dinner at Chick-fil-A before driving back to San Antonio, and once back home head to the gym to work on quickness and cardio drills to ready myself for the younger and more agile champion.

Wednesday, February 22nd……..

From 6 am to 1 pm – Catch my flight from San Antonio to Boston and eat some lunch consisting of fish and chips.

From 3 pm to 5 pm – All or Nothing press conference at the TD Gardens.

From 6 pm to 12 am – Eat a lobster dinner before flying back to San Antonio.

Thursday, February 23rd……..

From 5 am to 7 am – Wake up, shower, eat breakfast and take the kids to school.

From 8 am to 11 am – Training with the family. Training skills include more speed and cardio drills.

From 11 am to 1 pm – Lunch at Texas Roadhouse.

From 1 pm to 4 pm – Study tape and game plan for finalize for my match against Eli Carlson at All or Nothing.

From 4 pm to 7 pm – Live simulation training with brothers Ricky and George.

From 7 pm to 11 pm – Dinner while watching footage of live simulation training with Ricky and George to clean up the mistakes and polish my strengths.

Friday, February 24th…..

From 5 am to 7 am – Wake up, shower, eat breakfast and take the kids to school.

From 8 am to 11 am – Training with the family.

From 8 am to 9 am –Speed and cardio drills.

From 9 am to 10 am – Grappling.

From 10 am to 11 am – Striking; speed and punching bags, precision drills and shadow boxing.

From 11 am to 1 pm – Lunch at Texas Roadhouse.

From 1 pm to 4 pm – Live simulation training with brothers Ricky and George inside the octagon cage with ladders on the outside and a replica of the 4CW world championship hanging above the cage.

From 4 pm to 7 pm – Early dinner while watching footage of live simulation training with Ricky and George to clean up the mistakes and polish my strengths.

From 7 pm to 9 pm – Ice bath, eat a chicken salad, and get everything ready for my flight to Boston and title match.

Location: Cat Springs, Texas: Stevens Family Ranch

As the scene opens up we noticed that it is a dark and dreary day outside as the sky is colored grey and the usual joyful sun is hidden behind a thick smog of clouds. As we move downward from the heavens we notice that there is a light drizzle coming down and before it can connect with the earth there is a forest in the way of its path, and inside of that forest is two familiar faces belonging to Scott and Cary Stevens. The father and son are both dressed in camouflage from head to toe with an orange vest as well. Both Stevens have a rifle slung over each shoulder as Cary has his old school Weatherby while Scott has a Remington and revolvers at the hip. Cary and Scott walk slowly side by side looking at the ground before nodding at one another and pointing in a direction off in the distance that they head towards. As father and son reach their destination they look at each other and then back at the ground before looking at each other once more.

“I’m going this you way, and you go that way.”

Cary tells Scott as the oldest sibling nods and heads into the direction he was told to go towards.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Stevens says as he interrupts between twigs cracking and mud squishing beneath his boots with each passing step.

“You’re thinking why is Scott Stevens out here in the middle of nowhere dressed in hunting attire when he should be preparing for the biggest match of his 4CW career?”

Stevens nods as he continues walking before noticing a broken limb and starts to deviate to the left a bit.

“Most of the time you would be correct but if you know me than you already know that I have been training my ass off as I prepare to take that championship away from Eli Carlson in the Caged Ladder match. Just because you’re grown doesn’t mean you don’t have chores and obligations to do.”

Stevens says as he stares at the ground as his eyes sway to and fro.

“Since I was a boy, I have come up to our family ranch to hunt, fish, but mostly keep it nice and neat. We do this about once a month or so and usually the things we hunt up here besides deer when in season is wild boar.”

Stevens says before stopping suddenly. He kneels down and notices hoof prints in the mud and follows them with his eyes as they go forward. Stevens continues his trek following the hoof prints.

“And we hunt boar mostly because they tear up our land if they go unchecked.”

Stevens says before following the tracks to the right and notices a small amount of blood on a nearby tree.

“Unlike some people you know who are at a ski resort preparing for this important title match sipping hot chocolate and snowboarding on the kiddy slopes my little, “vacation” if you want to call it that has a purpose. The purpose is to show that in life there is a symbolism. You have good and evil, light and dark, chaos and order, and hunter and prey.”

Stevens says as he inspects the blood on the tree and notices that the red liquid is still wet as it slowly drips down the bark and Stevens looks towards the direction it is smeared before following. 

“You see Eli Carlson would have you believe that even though everyone is coming for him and his world championship that he isn’t the prey because he is in fact the hunter. The prey would happen to be the helpless sap that has been put in the ring across from him is prey and he’s smiling wider than the Cheshire cat as he bats around his little mouse with his paws before ending the suffering with a quick death.”

Stevens says as he moves away from the tree with the blood splatter and towards the direction it leads toward.

“He has a legitimate point in his conviction.”

Stevens says with a nod of approval as he continues walking.

“At Fright Night with broken ribs and all when Eli climbed that ladder and grabbed that briefcase to become the number one contender it took more than guts, and glory because it took heart and that desire to be the best which I respect almost more than anything. Fast forward to Winter Wasteland where the challenger is not one hundred percent and Eli knew going in this could be a one time opportunity, but he didn’t care as he had the “Eye of the Tiger” and desire to be world champion, and did what he had to, to beat Jair Hopkins. A man who does that shows what he is capable of and it shows me that at All or Nothing you are going to bring everything including the kitchen sink to face me and I couldn’t ask for anything less because after it’s all said and done there will be no excuses for either of us.”

Stevens says with a hearty clap.

“I know you’re salivating Eli waiting to pounce as you bat me from paw to paw because you see this match as one sided. You constantly mock and ridicule me about my HOW past like losing to Scottywood which you think I have a problem with because truthfully I don’t because it is what it is. He was the better man on that given night.”

Stevens says with a shrug before smirking.

“You constantly like to bring up the fact that Jace and Tara are remembered while telling me I’ll be forgotten, but the truth you and your wife are just Jace and Tara light until the King of Everything gets cleared and takes his rightful place beside the Red Queen and dominates 4CW like that had been until I put him out of action.”

Stevens says as he points to himself.

“You say you’re the single greatest competitor to ever hold that world title, but we all know you’re not. It was evident when you couldn’t beat 4CW’s first ever Hall of Famer, and longest reigning world champion ever in Dakota Smith. Instead of taking the loss like a man you bitched and complained about it saying you were screwed. I thought the crowned Prince of 4CW didn’t make excuses?”

Stevens says with a sly grin.

“Besides, you’ve had your head so far up both Jace’s and Tara’s ass I’m surprised they haven’t been to a proctologists to have a colorectal to have you removed!”

Stevens growls before continuing walking.

“You honestly think that whenever Jace gets medically cleared and bored with the lower titles that when he sets his eyes on you, you can honestly say you can beat him in the center of the ring because I know I can.”

Stevens boasts proudly as he points to himself.

“As great as you have been Eli in your time in 4CW you’re not even the best on the roster. Honestly, you’re not even second, third or fourth best. Just because you’re world champion doesn’t crown you the best because you couldn’t even beat Dakota. When people think of people the first names that come to mind outside of the Butcher’s is Jason Cashe, Jace and Tara Davidson because everyone with a fucking clue knows they are better than you. Truth hurts doesn’t it?”

Stevens asks before stopping to wipe the precipitation from his face before changing directions to follow the tracks.

“You like to talk about the glitz and glamour and how you make the moments because they don’t define you. When the lights are bright and the stage is at its biggest you thrive better than anyone and you want to know what Mike Best’s personal cumrag holder thinks of it?”

Stevens stops and looks directly into the camera.

“You would know better than anyone since he’s your best friend.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“For someone that thinks they know me you don’t have a fucking clue do you?”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“You may thrive in these moments, but I was born in these moments Eli. I am a wrestling dynasty. I was born into this born and bred for this business by one of the absolute best there ever was. I have eclipsed the shadow my father casted over me and my brothers for a long time while you are still trying to find relevance being world champion. You continue to call me Captain Planet because I have a fascination for recycling things, but you are the real Captain Planet because you’re really just playing the part of Jace Parker Davidson until he returns.”

Stevens says with a wink.

“For the past few months you have been on top of the world and rightfully so, but that all ends at All or Nothing because I show you exactly what happens when I’m in the big moment because you continue to beat the dead horse in each of your promos about Mike Best this and Mike Best that but I beat Mike fucking Best on HOW’s biggest stage for the HOW world title just like I’m going to do to you. You don’t fear me apparently and that’s your first mistake. Ask your friends Jace and Tara what happened when they underestimated me, they lost. Ask what happened to Mike Best after a five year long wait to go one on one and he thought it would be a cakewalk, he fucking lost. Better yet ask Bryan Williams, Eddie Valentine, Mariano Fernandez, and anyone else that thought I would be an easy victory and they would tell you the same fucking thing, they lost. What you should’ve realized a long time ago is that you don’t control your own destiny because I do Eli. The last few months I have had a hand in your ascension to the top as I have strategically carved out a path of destruction to get to this moment in time with you. At Fright Night I took out one of the biggest threats to your championship aspirations because he was in my way. If I did that to Jace what the fuck do you think I’m going to do to you inside of a steel cage when I can use the mesh fencing to grind your flesh against it until I bath in your blood once again. Since that day I have put more and more people on the shelf, and you and I both know you are dead scared of me. I saw it the moment you turned around and we briefly locked eyes before i made an example out of you and took a vial of your blood as a souvenir. People may hate you and want to see everything you have worked for ripped away but not in the way you think. People want to see this done because you are a paper champion. I showed when I made you bleed on live television showing the world that you were indeed vulnerable, and that the Royal Family wasn’t invincible. I showed it again when I politely interjected myself into your match with Dakota and reacquainted you with your precious world title before drinking a cold one in the front row with the fans and laughing at you as you were counting the lights. Remember this sage advice, “A veteran of pro wrestling should have known better.””

Stevens says with a chuckle as the Texan comes upon the animal he was tracking. The giant boar is hunched over on the ground bleeding out crying out in pain as death is coming slowly for the creature.

“I’m not Keith Daniels. I’m not Jair Hopkins. I’m not Bryan Williams or Jason Cashe or Dakota Smith, I’m Scott fucking Stevens.”

Stevens says as he pulls his revolver from his holster and points it towards the boar. Stevens clicks the hammer down and the cylinder spins slowly.

“At All or Nothing the brightest burning star that 4CW has to offer is going against a black hole and I am not only going to snuff your light out, but I’m also going to snuff out your spotlight, and your 4CW golden light because………”

Stevens pulls the trigger and the cries of pain and sorrow from the boar go quiet. Smoke fumes come out of the barrel slowly like a smoker exhaling after an orgasmic inhale. Stevens looks at the dead beast emotionless and puts the revolver back into it’s holster.

“That’s what hunters do Eli. They kill their prey and I’ve let you bleed out in agony for far too long and at All or Nothing it’s time to put you out of your misery once and for all.”

Stevens says coldly as the scene fades to black.

All Or Nothing I / Underdog - A Caged Animal Story
« on: February 23, 2017, 04:12:29 AM »

The loser or predicated loser in a struggle or contest.

In life there are winners and there are losers. There are some people that are born with a silver spoon in their mouths while others have to claw and scratch for everything they have earned in life. This is most evident when it comes to sports because in every sport there is always a winner and a loser especially combat sports. When you think of underdogs you think of Buster Douglas against Mike Tyson. You think of the United States Olympic Team defeating the Russians for the gold in 1980, and at All or Nothing you will have Scott Stevens playing the underdog role once more as he challenges Eli Carlson for the heavyweight championship of the world.

It’s 11:30 at night on a Saturday. A time where most people are either asleep so they can wake up for church in the morning or partying it up at the club buying girls drinks and trying to get lucky, but not me. I'm at the gym preparing and training my ass off to make sure I emerge victorious at All or Nothing. Usually, I’m in Chicago training with my trainer, Mick Goldman, but not this time. This time with a match of this magnitude I needed the man who taught me the tricks of the trade. I needed the man who groomed me for this business and that’s why I came home to the Stevens Training Facility to train this time because I wanted to train with my father, Cary Stevens, so he can strengthen my skills and hide my weakness, and bring things to my attention that I may have missed when forming my game plan against Elijah Carlson. Nothing against Mick, but I needed someone who knows me better than myself, and who will tell me like it is when necessary and that’s why I came home because my training and planning has to be precise and specific. You see, this isn’t some grudge match or a match against the run of the mill flavor of the week, or some lower tier championship, oh no. At All or Nothing I’m fighting to become THE CHAMPION and the Very Best in 4CW.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, but Eli, and I, are very similar in the way we think and the way we prepare. We want to be the absolute best in this business. We want to put on the matches people talk for years to come. When we perform in that ring we want the paying audience in the arenas and the people tuning into Showtime and buying the pay-per-views that we gave it our all and leave everything we had in that ring. We don’t want to have any regrets when we are done and we want to be remembered as one of the greats, not one of the flakes. The two of us have this giant chip on our shoulder that will never go away because no matter how much we accomplish we will always have to prove ourselves to someone because that’s the hand we have been dealt. Eli and I will achieve our tasks by any means necessary because that‘s just the mentality of it when it comes to us. Eli will have to do whatever he has to do to slow me down but it will never be enough because I will keep getting up and keep on coming. This is why I‘m so difficult to defeat. People say it’s the concussions. Some say it stubbornness. Others say it’s a combination of the two, but the truth is I can’t quit because that’s not who I am, that’s not how I was brought up. Most people would have quit ten times over if they experienced the same things I have or faced, but not me. You see, my father instilled two things in me that I cannot quit because to be the best you have to beat the best and quitting is not an option, and right now if I want to prove I am one of the best wrestlers not only in the world, but the best in 4CW I have to beat the man that has been proving everyone wrong since he walked through the arena doors in Eli Carlson.

Inside the training facility you see old, worn out mats covering the cold cement floor and banners of the Stevens family hanging from the rafters along with other wrestlers that they’ve trained that had been successful. The facility comes complete with your standard weight equipment; bench, squat, dumb bells, etc. to name a few, but it isn’t your state of the art equipment like most gyms by the rust stains on the metal. As we move passed the weight equipment you have different forms of cardio machines next to the rope pulls and a giant tire. As you move behind that towards the back of the facility you come across various forms of speed and punching bags hanging from the ceiling like meat in a frozen cellar. The punching bags have electrical tape wrapped around what is left of the Everlast logo to hold it's insides from spilling out onto the floor. Beyond the hanging racks of meat is an eight sided cage, and inside the middle of that octagon sits everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens. Stevens sits in the center of the cage breathing heavily, his Houston Cougars t-shirt is drenched in so much sweat he looks like he had been swimming in a pool with all his clothes on.

“At All or Nothing you have the Irresistible Force meeting the Immovable Object.”

Stevens says but stops to think for a second.

“Or is it champion versus challenger?”

Stevens asks himself before snapping his fingers.

“It’s the Face of 4CW against a guy that shouldn’t be even in the same city as the champion.”

Stevens says with a shake of his head.

“People say I’m not suppose to even be in this match, but isn’t that the beautiful thing about professional wrestling because even the unlikeliest of people can get an opportunity when the time is right. Eli Carlson has made it clear that I have no place in this match against him as he tweeted that his pinky toe can and will beat me at All or Nothing.

Stevens says with a sigh.

“However, Eli didn’t know the stipulation at the time, and when it comes to a steel cage he's just another guy.”

Stevens says as he slowly rises to his feet and begins walking around the cage leaving a trail of sweat behind him. When he reaches the mesh fencing, he reaches out and touches it. He places his fingers into the holes and grabs the fence and gives it a mighty pull.


Stevens says as he pulls.


Stevens says as he pulls again.


Stevens says as his face remains motionless as he begins to rub his hand over the fencing before punching it bare knuckled. Stevens repeatedly punches the fence until his knuckles begin to crack and blood begins to protrude.

“It doesn’t matter how talented and technically gifted you may be because you are just like everyone else when I get my hands on you and I’m grinding your flesh against this fence. The steel cage makes everyone the same when you step inside. Sure you may be, “Eli Carlson” for a bit, but once your body collides with this structure you will not only fighting me, but you will also be fighting this structure and trying to avoid the continuous pain that it will inflict throughout our match.”   

Stevens says as he begins to peel off his t-shirt which shows whelps and bruises covering the Texan's body from his rigorous training session earlier before tossing it to the mat.

“You may be the world champion, but in this structure you’re just like everyone else.”

Stevens points his index finger to the cage and circles it above his head.

“Inside the steel cage the only winner is the cage because it will neutralize or increase every special talent we have. We are just food to feed this beast and at the end of the day we will look and feel like this,……”

Stevens says as he points to the damage on his body that the eight sided cage caused early in the night preparing for All or Nothing.

“Each angle of this cage represents another strategy that I can use against you. Every angle represents a weapon that I can use to my advantage against you. You have been in cage matches before and you must know that this structure can make or break a match at any given time, and that should worry you Eli. You either have blinders on or have been believing your own hype if you actually think I have no shot at taking away your championship. I get your gospel that you’ve been preaching because it’s been a good sermon the last few months as you did the impossible and won the right to challenge for the world championship at Fright Night when you weren’t the favorite to win, and then you didn’t just talk the talk, but you walked the walked when you defeated Jair Hopkins and took the world title from him when people said you wouldn’t.”

Stevens says as he gives respect to what Eli has done in the last few months.

“However, I’ve been told I can’t be this and I can’t be this person or I can win this for almost a decade now and you know what? I’ve proven the critics wrong every time. When I first signed with HOW I wasn’t even considered the best wrestler in that organization I came from by Lee Best and the rest of the HOW wrestlers even though I was that company’s champion. I did what I always do I proved people wrong when the people that came over failed to recapture their former glory I blossomed like a flower in the Spring. You’ve continued this trend ever since I started to compete in 4CW claiming I’m a HOW reject like Mike Best and Max Kael that couldn’t hack it and left because they knew their time was up. You love to rub the claim that I’m not as good as Tara or Jace and that I’m somehow the Royal Family’s bitch and punching bag.”

Stevens says with a shrug.

“It’s funny you mention that over and over and over again until you’re blue in the face, but the fact is I have beaten Tara and Jace multiple times, have you?

Stevens points towards the camera.

“I know everyone had Jace as the odds on favorite to win Fright Night, but you won it instead, thanks to me.”

Stevens says as he points to himself.

“I’m sure you would have become 4CW champion sooner rather than later, but I fast forwarded your ascension to the top in one match where I took both Jace and Tara out which gave you the opportunity needed to capture that briefcase. You claimed for weeks that I was a coward. You held Adrenaline hostage and beat up announcers while making demands of Perry Wallace just to get me inside the ring, and now that you have me you are doing what you’ve been doing since day one and that’s writing me off.”

Stevens says as he shakes his head once again.

“Which is fine with me because the writing has been on the wall of my threat level since day one I stepped into 4CW. I humiliated C.J. O’Donnell when I beat him and took his precious Internet championship and before that I broke his fucking arm. My team defeated Team 4CW at War Games. Go back and see what I did to your friends Tara and Jace at Fright Night if you need a reminder on how dangerous I can be when rules and consequences don’t apply. Better yet, call up Caleb Houston and ask him if it’s wise to write me off because he’ll tell you it’s not because he’s still on the sidelines wishing he never crossed me. I know you’re going to call me a coward and whatever else you can think of but you have to understand that what happened to Caleb is your fault.”

Stevens points towards the camera.

“If it wasn’t for you and Jair Hopkins interrupting my match it wouldn’t have cost me a victory against Caleb and that victory would have put me against Tara for the Fate championship at Winter Wasteland but your interference cost me the victory and it cost me from appearing on the show, and that is why I took him out because he showed the world what I had been saying all along that he didn’t deserve to be in that match. Everything I do has a reason behind it. I have strategically positioned myself to get to you and all it took was showing the world that the world champion is beatable and vulnerable. You can say I’m a coward and that I attacked you from behind or that you would rather be facing other people like Bryan Williams or whomever, but that is your opinion and like assholes everyone has them. You forget that I defeated Bryan Williams the show before he won the Pride championship at Fright Night. Last I remember before I made you bleed and humiliated you in front of a worldwide audience you were looking at me in the eyes before I decimated you. Plus, you’re a hypocrite when you jumped me from behind after I lost to your wife. However, the icing on the fucking cake is that Dakota didn’t need my help to beat you, but I wanted to cost you like you cost me against Caleb. I wanted to put that inkling in the back of that brain of yours that I can get to you anytime I feel like it.

You have to understand that this is a must win for you. You are suppose to beat me remember? I’m not supposed to be in this match against you and it should be an easy victory, and once you’ve beaten me you will continue your reign as champion. That is the feel good story, but that’s not the reality that’s been happening. You can continue do overlook me and discredit me but the fact is I have gotten to you mentally and physically more than anyone has in 4CW. It was you who demanded a match with me, and you put yourself into this position simply because I put your back against the wall and showed the world that Gods can bleed. You have much more at stake in this match than I do. You have Royal Family pride, promotional pride, and personal pride at stake in our match because you have to beat me to save yourself the embarrassment of not only losing to a guy who your little toe can beat without breaking a sweat, but you’ll be the laughing stock of 4CW as you lost the top prize in the company to a guy nicknamed the Lonesome Loser while I just simply have to win the 4CW championship and if I lose it’s back to the drawing board.

Do I like you? No, but I respect you. I respect you because you want to be remembered as one of the greatest wrestlers inside of a twenty by twenty ring. You want people of all ages to talk about that one match you may have had, win or lose, while I want something more than that. I want to be remembered not just for great matches but as one of the greatest champions, period. I strive to be the absolute best because that’s the principles that I was raised upon. If you’re not trying to be the best than what is the fucking point in competing in the first place?”

Stevens asks as he looks around the cage.

“This is my opportunity to show the doubters what I am capable of and at All or Nothing I am going to capitalize on my opportunity to prove that I am the better man between the two of us by not just earning a victory over you, but taking that championship from you. Ever since Perry announced you were going to be locked inside a steel cage with me I have been salivating and waiting for the opportunity to get my hands on you. When the massacre starts there will be no running away. Once the bleeding starts there will be no stoppage from the referee or medical personnel. Once that bell rings your reign comes to an end and as great as your time as champion was you’ll be remembered as the guy who lost it to Scott Stevens. How’s that for a final dagger to the heart after I’ve already embarrassed you more than you’ve like already?”

Stevens asks as he starts to walk across the cage and towards the door.

“All or Nothing will be the ultimate test for both of us. It takes balls to step inside of a steel cage knowing your career can end in an instant, but do you have what is necessary to beat me because I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.”

Stevens reminds Eli before exiting the cage. 

Adrenaline / Nightmare Turned Reality
« on: February 13, 2017, 04:02:07 AM »
What is a nightmare?

Webster’s Dictionary defines it as a frightening or unpleasant dream that is brought on typically by fear, but also despair, anxiety and great sadness. People have nightmares all the time because they saw a scary movie or experienced something tragic in their lives that has happened or is constantly happening, for example: death, money issues, loss of a job/promotion, etc.

In the wrestling industry, a nightmare can mean many things especially to the person experiencing it.

1. They lost their championship.

2. They lost an important match.

3. They suffered a career threatening injury and was forced to retire.

4. They were suspended.

5. They were fired.

6. Being forgotten.

These are just some of the nightmares that wrestlers face in their careers. Every man and woman that competes in the squared circle knows that their time is precious because it can end in an instant just like in any combat sport or just like life in general when it wants to play a cruel joke.

When people usually hear the word nightmare they usually associate it with the Springwood Slasher himself, Freddy Krueger. If you’ve been living under a rock and you’ve never heard of Freddy or Nightmare on Elm Street film series the crash course version is he’s a former child serial killer that was burned alive by some vengeful parents because he was acquitted of the charges against him. Freddy comes back as a vengeful spectre that invades the dreams of children and uses their greatest fears (nightmares) against them.

“Darkness strikes once again
I'm all alone it feels like the end
He walks with me while I sleep
It’s like a heart attack on a one way street
I can't sleep tonight

Cause I gotta run, gotta hide
And I'm running, running from this nightmare
I turn around but there's no one there
And I'm running, running from this nightmare running, running from this nightmare”
------“Nightmare” by Tuesday Knight

Everyone experiences a nightmare in some shape or form and just as the famous song by Tuesday Knight shows that you can run, and you can hide, but you eventually have to face it head on, and most of the time that is the biggest nightmare of them all……

Some place where terrors come to life……..

A red sign that reads, “No Vacancies” flashes on and off like a traffic light under the motel sign whose name has since long been faded and forgotten which is something every person doesn’t want to experience. The pale illumination from the sign barely lights up the motel’s parking lot as we can barely see where we are or much less where we are going. As we wade through the darkness like a blind person reaching out for something to grab them and guide them towards their destination that help comes in the form of a minivan that pulls into the parking lot and we following the tail lights until we reach our destination. As the minivan goes to the left we go right and stumble onto a green, wooden door that has a black number six on it. You wouldn’t know it was room six based on the number being upside down but with closer inspection the faded and chipped paint off of the impression on the door shows it is indeed room six.

As the image cuts inside to the darkened motel room we see that the cheap carpet is littered with clothes and empty Dos Equis beer bottles. Looking up from the clutter on the floor we look in the distance and we see someone sitting in a chair facing what appears to be a mirror. As we get closer we noticed that the person sitting is Scott Stevens. Stevens looks to be in rough shape from his physical appearance as his hair is greasy and matted. His beard is unkempt and there is stubble on his neck and around other places that are usually clipped and styled with precision. Stevens gazes into the mirror and his reflection shows his blood shot emerald colored eyes as he sits there in his Nike boxers. Stevens places his hands under his chin and stares long and hard into the mirror and while everyone sees a heavily scarred and tattooed man from Texas, Stevens sees something else.

“It wasn’t supposed to go down like that.”

  Stevens says to himself as he removes his hands and reaches over to the stand next to him and pours himself a glass of whiskey, and from the looks of the half empty bottle it Stevens has had a few already.

“How could you let them down like that?”

Stevens asks as he picks up the glass and takes a moment to stare at it before downing it in one giant gulp before placing it back down and quickly filling it back up.

“She was supposed to join the others, but that didn’t happen did it?”

Stevens looks to his right and we see his collection of masks that have become synonymous with his change in attitude. Two of the three masks have images of familiar faces plastered on them and those faces belong to Caleb Houston, and the 4CW world champion, Eli Carlson. Stevens reaches over and picks up the blank mask and stares at it.

“How could you not see it coming? Did you really expect her not to cheat?”

Stevens continues to stare at the mask meant for Genevie Carlson and a disgusted look forms on the Texan’s face.

“A simple rake of the eyes is what cost you your victory.”

Stevens’ grip on the mask gets tighter and tighter thinking of the loss.

“You had her beat but you let her hang around instead of finishing her off when you had the chance.”

The pressure from Stevens’ grip starts to make a crease in the mask.

“You choked worse than the Atlanta Falcons did in the Super Bowl and Genevie looked like a superstar because of your incompetence.”

The mask breaks into pieces in Stevens’ hands at the Texan throws the pieces at the mirror. Stevens downs another glass of whiskey as he stares at the shattered mask.

“Your nightmare of being embarrassed after you promised victory was on full display at Adrenaline.”

Stevens quickly downs another glass of whiskey before filling it up again and looking into the mirror.

“You let the victory slip through your fingers just like you have done so many times before, but that wasn’t the only thing to happen was it?”

Stevens lowers his head and shakes it no.

“Not only did you underestimate Genevie and her under handed tactics, but you also lost sight of the fact that her husband was lurking in the shadows ready to exact some revenge after you busted him up with a steel chair.”

Stevens slowly raises his head.

“Your ego got inflated when it bloodied the world champion because you let your guard down and you can’t let that happen again unless you want to be embarrassed by the Carlsons again, or anyone for that matter.”

Stevens picks up the glass of whiskey and looks at it.

“You’re afraid with what happened with the Carlsons it’s going to downward spiral out of control and you’re going to become their punching bag just like you were with the Davidsons in HOW, but you can’t think like that.”

Stevens shifts his attention back to the mirror.

“If you think like that then it’s going to happen. You can’t be afraid to lose and be embarrassed from time to time because it happens to everyone, but its how you respond from it will make a difference.”

Stevens nods.

“Even Genie and Eli have to make a statement as well because if they don’t they’ll be embarrassed worse than what happened in your match. Genie has to follow up her victory and prove it wasn’t a fluke by beating a newcomer by the name of Alexis who is coming in with a lot of hype, and Eli not only has to win his match, but he has to survive the onslaught of The Butcher when he faces Dakota.”

A smile forms over his face as his confidence starts to return.

“That’s better.”

Stevens takes a sip of his whiskey and for the first time all night it actually tastes wonderful.

“However, the most important one that has to respond is you. You have to win your match, but you can’t just win you have to make a statement, an impact, and remind everyone that your loss to Genie was just a minor setback and that you’re primed and ready to become the next 4CW world champion.”

Stevens puts his glass down as he stands up from his chair and makes his way over to one of the dressers. He opens it and pulls out a wooden box with the name “Mariano” engraved on the front of it. Stevens opens the wooden box and removes the satin cloth covering what is inside and what is inside is a blank mask.

“Mariano will made a fine addition alongside the others, don’t you think so…..mang?”

Stevens asks as the images fades to black.

Mariano Fernandez, better known as Da Troll Guy, is the man I am facing on Adrenaline since my loss to Genevie Carlson. Now, when people think of Da Troll Guy what is the impression they get?

A geek.

A nerd.

A practical jokester.

A troll.

People see Mariano as a guy who loves to have fun regardless of the situation and whom it may have hurt.

You know what I see when I see Da Troll Guy?

A loser.

Mariano’s track record at dominating in video games may be impeccable, but his margin of victory in the squared circle is at a novice level as he has been pwned more times than a noob. Let’s take a look at the Elder Scrolls and see how he has fared in the realm of Four Corners.

 Mariano defeated Ty Lukas to qualify for the Warzone of Horrors match at Fright Night. You’re probably wondering who the fuck is Ty Lukas, and trust me you aren’t the only one. In the Warzone match itself you could say he put on an amazing display of aerial acrobatics, and really shined in the match, but I say he didn’t do shit since he spent the majority of the match hanging by his pants while I was dominating and throwing people off of the cage and through announce booths, and if it wasn’t for me slipping I would’ve walked out as the XTV champion or with the brief case, and that’s a fact.

After his embarrassing display in the Warzone of Horrors the Humiliation Train continues to roll on as he was dominated by Eli Carlson soon after, but he did pick up a victory, if you want to call it that, over Johnny Evil. Then he gets loses a shot at the Pride championship by getting pinned by Persephone Marquis. He continues his winless ways by taking another loss at Winter Wasteland against Mattias Barrows. He was able to earn a pity victory in a tag match which Bryan Williams carried him to, and then he rides that success into what he does best and that’s counting the arena lights from the flat of his back when he lost to Eddie Valentine. Granted, I didn’t win my match for the Pride championship shot at Winter Wasteland, but I didn’t get pinned in the match like you. I’ve faced Eddie Valentine twice since I’ve been in 4CW and both times I have beaten him. The first time I beat him senseless and the second I had my arm raised in victory.

What you need to realize is what exactly you are getting yourself into Mariano because I don’t think you know yourself. You need to realize there is no strategy guide on how to beat Scott Stevens. It’s either you get beat or you pull a miracle out of your ass and win by the skin of your teeth just like Genevie did. You need to realize that I hurt people, and I can end you in the blink of an eye if I wanted to.

Don’t believe me?

Ask Caleb Houston, oh wait you can’t because I put him on the fucking shelf permanently. Ask Lauryn Wolfe if she wasn’t shaking in her boots when I came into her locker room for a friendly chat. You saw what I did to Jace Parker Davidson at Fright Night and the world champion a few weeks ago, and you don’t think I can do worse to you? You need to put down the video game controller for two seconds and realize the Contra Code will not work because unlike you I don’t need thirty extra tries to get it right because I only need one to defeat you. To me your brand of a so-called “Wild West Beatdown” that you’ve happily named, “Frontier Justice” is more like the movie Wild Wild West starring Will Smith, all sizzle and no steak while mine is more like Tombstone, and what I do to you will make the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral looking like a fucking picnic. So Mariano, make sure you have your ten gallon hat on and your bolo tie lace up. Make sure you have your good cowboy boots on with the matching spurs so you look good in defeat and the spurs won’t be the only thing that go jingle, jangle, jingle because the bell will jingle and jangle to signal me the victor.

So come one, come all and catch a Texas sized beatdown at the……

“Uh, wickey wild wild
Wicky wicky wild
Wickey wild, wicky wicky wild wild wild west”

Courtesy of Scott Stevens.

Adrenaline / The Many Mood Swings of Genevie Carlson
« on: January 29, 2017, 04:03:27 AM »
Somewhere in Rhode Island……

As the scene opens we notice that there is a calm silence which is weird being that it is Saturday afternoon. It’s like something out of a Robison Caruso novel as there aren’t any people, animals, or vehicles of any kind in sight. The only thing that is seen is the desolate buildings that look to have been abandon for years, but don’t let the eyes full you as these buildings are usually full of life and excitement, but not today. Today it seems as if tragedy struck and everyone upped and left in a hurry. As we continue to investigate to see if there is any sign of life a cold wind blows through and the bushes and trees shake like they are having a seizure and the signs hanging from the buildings sway back and forth holding on for dear life.

A sudden sound of glass breaking shows that this small town isn’t extinct of life and that something is here and it’s coming from behind. As we move toward the sound we notice that the sound came from Tina’s Floral Shop once the wind dies down and the sign is readable. We notice that the sign on the door says closed but the lock has been busted and the door jarred open. Cautiously entering the premises we notice the beautiful floral arrangement of roses of various colors and other flowers as well. Everything in the shop looks clean, organized, and well maintained except for the large pile of petals on the floor. The petals are of various colors from a variety of flowers and as we follow it like a trail of bread crumbs we see what looks to be Eli Carlson picking off petals off a red rose one at a time.

“She loves me.”

The petal is picked and tossed to the ground.

“She loves me not.”

Another petal is picked and tossed to the ground until one petal remains.

“She loves me.”

The final petal is plucked and the stem tossed to the ground. As we get closer we notice that the person picking petals off of the flower is not the 4CW world champion, but instead it is Scott Stevens wearing the face of Eli Carlson.

“They say revenge is a dish best served cold.”

He says as he stares at the red petal.

“They say it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.”

Stevens says with a sigh.

“And they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

Stevens says as he crumples up the petal in his hand.   

“Which is it Genevie?”

Stevens asks as he slowly gets up from the chair he was sitting in and turns his attention to the camera and we notice the face is of Eli Carlson but not as a simply photograph but the previously seen photo has been graphed onto a white no face mask.

“Because it’s hard to keep up because you change moods more than a chameleon and mood ring changes colors.”

He says as he tosses the petal to the massive pile on the floor in front of his feet.

“You claim you’re more motivated than ever to kick my ass, but you seem more distracted than ever. You claim you’re the baddest bitch in 4CW, but the baddest bitch wouldn’t be having bitch fits about who their man may or may not be fucking. Genie, you are one of the most talented people on the roster, but you left your personal life dictate your success. You air your dirty laundry to the world and you get annoyed when people use it against you. You say don’t want this match to be about your marriage or your husband, but it’s hard to do because every five seconds you’re on social media complaining about something or bitching out your husband instead of focusing on what matters the most, me.”

Stevens says as he points to himself.

“I don’t need to use numbers or discredit anyone but you are the weak link of the Royal Family and you always will be until you change.”

Stevens says as he crosses his arms in front of him.

“The pile of dead flowers you see before me represents you Genie. A precious and beautiful flower once full of life and vigor that has died a short death when it could’ve had a long and prosperous life.”

Stevens says as he motions to the flower petals before him.

“I’m sure you were a big name wherever you where before you came to 4CW, but the success you had back then has been lost as you’ve tried to figure out what you exactly are. Are you Genevie Carlson, wife of Eli Carlson and his shadow, and the weakest member of the Royal Family or are you simply Genie, the baddest bitch in 4CW which you break necks and cash checks as you climb the championship ladder? I don’t need to discredit the credibility of the Davidsons because they have earned my respect from the many wars we have been through. They are the real deal which you have yet to prove. When you won the Fate championship you said you did it for yourself and no one else yet win you lost it the bitch became neutered and transformed into the love sick puppy dog of Eli.

You went from being unique to just be like everyone else. You started to devalue the championship you once held so proudly and discredit its challengers because you beat them, but at the same they are riding a wave of success you have forgotten because you’re not focus on the right priorities. Just because you’ve beaten someone multiple times doesn’t make you better than them because I’ve been beaten a thousand times but do you think Jace, Tara, or your husband considers me a consolation prize? I can say confidently that I can beat anyone on the 4CW roster, can you? Can you honestly walk up to Tara or Jace and say I am better than you? Because I can. Can you walk up to your husband and say I can beat you for that world championship without him breaking into a chuckle because he knows I can when I left him in a pile of his own blood.”

Stevens says sternly as he points to the mask of Eli he wears on his face.

“However, I’m sure you’re going to shrug it off and say I don’t give a shit about Eli and you’re using the same old plaid out insults yet you keep running back to the shadow you’ve been desperately trying to escape. Who’s the one with the real crutch?”

Stevens says as he begins to walk around the store.

“One of the reasons I compared you to the rose because your beauty is hypnotizing, but your insults are everlasting as they cut deeper and wound more men and women than any thorn ever could but against me they have been about as effective as a wet fart. Everyone on the roster may be trash to you, but I’m not everyone else because I don’t care what you think of me or what I do. You tried to insult my talents when I first came here but I did it for a paycheck, and you try to discredit my destruction of your husband by implying that making him bleed was simple anatomy and the effect if something slices the flesh it bleeds.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“You can pretend all you want, but deep down what I did to your husband scares you. You can try and claim I did what I did because I was desperate for attention, but it’s quite the opposite because I did what I did because I can and now I have your undivided attention. I did something no one on the roster would have dreamed of and that was attacking the Royal Family head on but when I want to make a statement I make it in a big way and what’s a bigger statement than taking out the world champion and making him bleed was the icing on the cake.”

Stevens says in an almost orgasmic tone.

“But this…..”

Stevens reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out the vial of Eli’s blood and stares at it emphatically.

“This isn’t a gift from you or your husband because a gift means you gave this to me willingly and without payment but we both know I forcefully took it and your husband paid the price for it in blood.”

Stevens reminds Genie as he puts the vial back into his suit jacket.

“This main event we are in is your moment to shine. The moment where you prove to the world, your friends, family, your husband, but most importantly yourself as you try and walk the walk after you’ve ran your mouth about not wanting to fail anymore, but that is easier said than done. You call me a nothing and a coward, but a nothing wouldn’t have gotten you so fired up over a man you say you don’t love anymore. I didn’t see you coming to your husband’s rescue when I was beating him from pillar to post and bleeding like a stuck pig. So who’s the true coward then? You proved you are the coward when you did nothing but watch in horror as I assaulted the man you pledged to honor and obey for the rest of your life. You talk a good game but that’s all it is, a game. Everything you say and do is a contradiction of itself. One minute you’re hot, and the next you’re cold.”

Stevens says as he clears his throat.

“I love you Eli.

I hate you Eli.

Stevens I’m going to kick your ass for touching a hair on my man.”

Stevens says with an eye roll.

“I made the Fate title.

The Fate Title is the 4CW women’s championship.”

Stevens says shaking his head.

“I’m the baddest bitch in 4CW. No woman is better than me.

If anyone can compete it’s Tara since she’s a double champion after all.”

Stevens shakes his head.

“You think I give a shit if Tara’s a double champion? Fuck no. You think I give a shit about Sativa? Fuck no. The only time I would give a fuck about them is when I face them to take their precious championships away. You think you’re this unbeatable killer since you lost your baby which is a horrific experience, but since we are crunching numbers and speaking facts the fact is I beat Williams, and you couldn’t even do that. You are right I campaigned and bitched when I didn’t get the opportunity at the Fate championship because unlike you I actually give a fuck about making sure 4CW puts on fucking good matches and the deserving get an opportunity instead of the one that are gifted title opportunities. When I beat Williams he got the title opportunity instead of me, but that is another story for another day because it’s all about legacies with you now.”

Stevens chuckles.

“I love the fact that you keep bringing up my HOW past and trying to use it against me when I’ve said it myself that my past accomplishments mean nothing here. 4CW is new territory and to prove my worth here I have to conquer it just like everywhere else I been and I’m always up to the challenge because it’s always been my goal to compete with the best and 4CW is the best right now. I don’t make claims I state facts my dear because if you dig a little deeper you should know that the confidence your brethren ooze only happens when they don’t face me. You can try and save face by cutting me down, but Tara knows I can beat her and she is one cunt hair away from being put on the shelf if I’m in that type of mood. Ask Jace what it feels like to be put on the shelf for months when I destroyed his knee years ago. More importantly, ask your husband if he sweats me because I’m sure he’s been looking over his shoulder ever since I cracked his skull in.”

Stevens says as a sadistic smile can be seen forming under the mask.

“At Adrenaline which Genie is going to show up is what I’m asking because every time you speak, tweet, or shit it is always someone different. You want to be taken seriously like you want to be than at Adrenaline you simply bring it. Leave all the worries and doubt behind because to truly beat me you can’t be worried about not losing once again because there can only be one winner and one loser. You have to leave that doubt of ruining your non-existent legacy behind because those are made when your career in that company is done. You shouldn’t care about being in anyone’s shadow because if you’re as truly bad ass as you claim and boast to be than you wouldn’t even be bringing it up. If you truly want to beat me you have to forget about him…..”

Stevens says as he points to the mask he is wearing and slowly takes it off revealing his face and piercing emerald eyes.

“He is your Achilles heel my dear.”

Stevens says as he tosses the mask onto the pile of flower petals.

“You say I haven’t shaken you, but you defending him and being with him when you claim not to need him proves otherwise. At Adrenaline I’m going nowhere so you can see how big of a coward I truly am when I’m standing in the middle of the ring and you have the tiny voice whispering in the back of your mind reminding you what I did and whether you will end up just like him.”

Stevens says as he points to the mask.

“You’re right in one thing about this not being a fairy tale because there is no hero in this story only victory for me and humiliation for you in that you failed once again when the spotlight was turned brightest. So keep throwing the same said tired inbred hick jokes that you stole from the Davidsons and pretend you’re going to humiliate me like never before. If what Jace and Tara did to me couldn’t make me quit then you have no chance.”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll be comforted in defeat when you hit the stripper pole after the match to make those extra dollars and attention you’ll be craving like the thirsty little THOT that you are.”

Stevens says as he walks towards the exit.

“To beat me Genevie you have to choose who you want to be, and even then it may not be enough. I wish you all the best because you are going to need it.”

Stevens says as he pushes the door opens and walks out.

Adrenaline / It's All Genie's Fault
« on: January 26, 2017, 03:31:58 AM »
Location: Baltimore, Maryland: Royal Farms Arena
January 12, 2016, 3:30 a.m. local time

“What a fucking mess!”

A large balding man says as he looks at the mat by the barricade and the ring apron as his crew are taking down the ring and pack it all up and get it ready to ship to the next Adrenaline event.

“Make sure you have your gloves on people!”

The man yells at the people working.

“I’m serious! I don’t want you touching that blood and end up sick and leaving me to pick up the fucking slack cause it ain’t going to happen!”

Spit flies out of the man’s mouth as he barks his orders before walking around with his clipboard checking off things.


The man says as he looks at something as he continues to circle the ring.

“Easy there Jerry! We don’t want to strip the fucking thing!”

“But chief it’s tight.”

“Tight? What do you know about tight? You haven’t had anything tight in years. By the way tell Mary I’ll be over later tonight to unloosen her gentle.”

The man says with a hearty chuckle and the other workers join in as well.

“Fuck you!”

Jerry yells at his boss and gives him the finger.

“You break it you bought it Jerry because when I have to report it to Mr. Wallace it’s coming out of your paycheck not mine.”

The man says as he continues to circle the ring checking things off on his list.

“Check. Check. Che….aaaaaaahhhhhh!”

The Crew Chief slips and falls onto his back.

“My back!”

He yells out in pain as he rolls over and his Dickie’s jumpsuit begins to soak up the liquid that caused him to fall.

“Get the doc! And Who the fuck spilled water?!?!?!?!”

He orders as a few crew members leave to find the 4CW doctor and the others rush to help their boss to his feet.

“You ok boss?”

One of the workers asks as they get their leader on his feet and he immediately pushes the man who asked the question on to the ground.

“How did that feel Joe? It fucking hurt didn’t it?!?!?”

The man yells as he leans against the edge of the ring to regain his composure.

“I’ll ask once again, who the fuck spilt that water?!?!?!?”

The man screams as the other man that helped him up taps him to get his attention.



“That’s not water.”

The man says as he points to the still partial liquid and with closer inspection it’s the blood of Eli Carlson.

“Who the fuck was suppose to mark the spots where the blood was suppose to be?!?!?”

 The man yells at his crew as they didn’t do their job and he could’ve been seriously hurt. The man looks around and sees no one speaking up for the mistake.

“Well? Speak up!”

“It was me sir.”

A terrified voice whispers out.

“Who is me?”

The Chief yells as he turns towards the direction of the voice and a young man no more than eighteen or nineteen years old nervously comes to the front.

“Craig isn’t it?”

The Chief asks the young man.

“Yes….yes sir.”

He nervously says as the Chief makes his way towards him and the workers move away as if Moses at parted the Red Sea.

“Well Craig, here’s the deal, I know you just started this job last week since Rocko broke his hand, but if this shit happens again that WILL BE YOUR ASS!”

The Chief yells as he grabs Craig’s jumpsuit and yanks him towards him to put that fear into his subordinate as he stares angrily into his wide open eyes.


Craig replies stumbling over his words.

“Now clean this shit up and put it in the dumpster. Make sure every bit of that blood is cleaned up because we don’t want a fucking lawsuit on our hands. I’m going to need every bit of my medical coverage if your careless error caused any damage and I’m not signing up for any shitty Obama Care either!”

The Chief says as one of the medical doctors makes his way down to him and they start making their way to the backstage area.

Location: Baltimore, Maryland: Motel 6
January 12, 2016, 6:30 a.m. local time

The sound of an engine is heard prowling in the dead of night as a blacked out SUV emerges from the abyss and enters the Motel 6 parking lot. The beast creeps around the parking lot slowly until it comes to a parking space and as the SUV comes to a halt its headlights illuminate room 13. The purring of the engine goes silent and the silence is broken a few seconds later by the opening of the driver’s side door and a pair of black ostrich boots hits the pavement one at a time followed by the shutting of the door and horn beeping to signal the car has been locked and activated.

The driver’s identity is obscured by darkness as his clothing matches the night. The person makes his way to the door of room 13 and proceeds to knock on the door. After three hard knocks the door slowly creeks open and a familiar face is seen, and that face is of Craig.

“You’re late.”

Craig says to the person standing in front of him, but there is no response from our mystery person as he simply holds out his hand as if he’s expecting something.

“Money first.”

Craig demands and the mystery person withdraws their hand and reaches into their back pocket and produces an envelope that is then tossed to Craig. Craig opens up the envelope and we see Mr. Benjamin Franklin in it, a lot of Benjamins in fact, which brings a smile to Craig’s face.

“I’ll be right back.”

Craig says as he closes the door and reopens it a short time later and hands the mystery person a manila envelope.

“You don’t know how hard it was to get that.”

Craig says to the person as they open up the envelope to show a vial with a red substance in it.

“We good.”

Craig asks the person and if you blink you missed it as the Craig’s head is smashed against the wooden door and as he tries to get up in a confused daze the person jumps up to drive Craig’s face onto the metal of the bottom of the door frame and while this is happening the hoodie that was obscuring the mysterious figure’s face is revealed to be Scott Stevens. Stevens flips his hood back up and reaches down and takes back the envelope full of money.

“We’re good now.”

Stevens says as he heads back towards his vehicle.

Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown

As the image begins to focus we see that we are in some kind of room with concrete for a floor and metal for a frame. This may be some kind of storage building. In the middle of the room sits a bent folding chair and a table. On the table we see multiple championship belts and a couple of photos, but before we can make out what’s on the photos we are interrupted by the sound of something being lifted up and as we turn to see we see that it is a storage room and the door is being lifted up to reveal Scott Stevens standing before us. Stevens is out of his normal attire as he is wearing a black suit with matching slacks, shoes, and button up underneath the jacket with a single white tie and handkerchief to complete it. Stevens lets the door close behind him as he makes his way over to the table and has a seat in the bent folding chair.

“That’s all it took?”

The Texan asks as he leans forward in the chair and places his elbows onto the table and his hands under his chin.

“It took me giving your husband a bump on the noggin for you to finally stop berating the man every chance you get and admit that you love him and that you’re going to avenge him by ripping my head off and use me as a warning not to cross the Royal Family, is that about right?”

Stevens asks to make sure he has all of his facts in order before continuing.

“I want to know because I don’t want words to blend in and get lost in the crowd.”

Stevens says in a stern tone.

“You call me a coward, but you are the one that had this coming Genevie.”

Stevens says as he points towards the camera.

“That’s right; you my dear are the one to blame for what happened to your husband. You are to blame for this entire situation. Your husband’s blood (Stevens smirks) is on your hands. You have this notion that I was trying to get over a gimmick about recycling and that I failed miserably just like I tried getting over myself.”

Stevens chuckles.

“Too bad your tit size is bigger than your IQ because anyone with half a fucking brain could see I was doing it for a fucking paycheck. Perry, the guy you call daddy because we all know he’s the one plowing your fields, paid me a shit ton of money to run with it because bad ass and ass kicker were already taken. He wanted me to stand out from the crowd instead of being generic wrestler number two thousand, one hundred and fifty. You yourself said it wasn’t working and even though the money was good you were right and I decided to be me instead of a paycheck and what I did on Adrenaline was me.”

Stevens smiles.

“Adrenaline was a big night all right because the day before my birthday I showed 4CW the true Scott Stevens. The Scott Stevens that can and will take you out in a blink of an eye. You call me a coward which is laughable considering the people you associate yourself with. You call the Davidsons your best friends but you don’t know anything about them. They’ve jumped me from behind plenty of times and they couldn’t get the fucking  job done so what chance do you think you have?”

Stevens asks as he gets up from the chair and walks to the front of the table.

“You say the Royal Family is on the up and up but you are nothing but a bunch of jackals waiting to pick the bones of your enemies. I just struck first before it happened to me and you’re pissed I got to you first. You claim that I never bothered you until I laid a hand on Eli which is a lie because we all know you got lucky last time you faced me. You may have defeated me by pinning Lauryn Wolfe, but you didn’t pin me or make me submit because we both know you can only win by taking the easy way out. Speaking of the easy way out, you honestly think I give a fuck about Lauryn? What I did to her was foreshadowing her future if she decided to do something stupid just like you are trying to do on Adrenaline when you demanded Perry put you in a match against me.”

Stevens says as he shakes his head.

“I’m glad you’re so pissed off because you are going to need every ounce of that anger to beat me Genie because you can beat me, break me, and bleed me, but I won’t stop. I’ll keep coming because that’s what I do. I’m like the fucking Terminator and I will not stop until I’m dead or the world champion. You trying to get out of your husband’s shadow by avenging him is sweet and foolish at the same time because if you’re not careful you could wake up next to him like you do every morning except it’ll be from the local hospital.”

Stevens says as he leans against the table.

“You’re not even focused enough to beat me because all you see is red and your blinders are on and that you are going to do whatever you can end my career, good luck with that. You make absurd claims that I’m using your husband to get over and get out of Tara’s shadow when I don’t need to get over because I was already fucking over before I stepped foot in 4CW and destroyed CJ O’Donnell and took his precious little Internet championship. I brought more publicity and attention to your daddy’s company in one controversial night than you have done in your entire career working there. I’m not in anyone’s shadow because I’m the one casting them. You are in my shadow because you are trying to be relevant and you haven’t found a way to be interesting for long so you start Twitter nonsense to draw attention to yourself. You berate your husband because you take for granted the things he does for you, and you hang with people better than you because you hope their greatness will one day rub off on you. Sorry to tell you sweetheart but that’s not how it works.”

Stevens informs Genie as he cracks his neck from side to side.

“There is a saying that goes, “If you come at the King you better not miss” and I didn’t. I don’t need to return to my former glory because it never left. You see there is a difference between being cocky and confident and I’m confident because on any given night I can beat anyone. It doesn’t matter if you’re Herman the German or Eli Carlson because I can beat you. You’ve said I’m not in your or the Royal Family’s league but I’ve beaten three-fourths of the Royal Family and at Adrenaline I’ll complete the set with you."

Stevens smirks.

“I mean you act like what I did to Eli wasn’t coming. You think I wasn’t going to pay him back for costing me that match against that guy who I put on the shelf a while back? So if you beat me you are going to be the baddest bitch in 4CW? What about Sativa? What about Niobe? What about Persephone? What about Tara?”

Stevens lets that last question linger for a moment before continuing.

“Because I think they would disagree with you. You claim I will bow down, but I will not bend a knee to anyone especially wannabes that claim they are royalty. You see royals are more regal in their approach. Every decision is planned with precision and finesse. Neither of which you have. They also wouldn’t have let me get that close and do what I did because true royalty knows all of their potential enemies and what they are capable of.”

Stevens winks.

“I have single-handedly proven how flawed and weak the The Royal Family really is when I decimated Jace at Fright Night. Proved you had to take the easy victory to beat me by pinning Wolfe. Showed Tara wants no part of me when she said I wasn’t deserving of a shot when I campaigned to be put on the pay-per-view and when I made the “Great” Eli Carlson bleed like a stuck pig. I didn’t put a chink in the armor because I fucking shattered it and that terrifies you and it should.”

Stevens says as he turns around and walks back to where the chair is.

“In the fantasy realm of the Royal Family, Princess Carlson will avenge her fallen knight and severe the head of the terrifying Texan. She will ride back to the land of Four Corners a hero as she parades around my head as a trophy and use it as a warning to others and show them what will happen if they cross the Royal Family, but that is fantasy and I live in reality. And in reality I will collect more trophies to add to this table.”

Stevens says as the camera pans from left to right showing his HOW championship belts.

“Those championships represent my past that you think I desperately trying to cling to but my past success in HOW means nothing in 4CW and once you realize that then maybe you will understand the fact you are in over your head. These are the trophies that matter to me right now.”

Stevens points to the photos on the table which are photos of Caleb Houston and Eli Carlson. Both men are beaten and bloody in most of the pictures, but they have their eyes cut out in all of them.

“These are my trophies to remind me to always be Scott Stevens no matter how good the money may me. These are to remind you of the guy you said that needs to quit fucking around and get back to what he was known for. These are to remind you of the fact that it doesn’t matter who you are…..”

Stevens picks up the Eli picture and places it onto his face as Stevens emerald eyes shine through.

“Because you are just like everyone else; plain, ordinary, vulnerable.”

Stevens says as he lowers the photo and places it back on the table.

“However, this is my most prized possession.”

Stevens says as he reaches into his suit jacket and produces a vial with a red liquid in it.

“This right here Genie is the blood of your husband.”

A devilish grin forms on the Texan’s face as he holds up the vial.

“This is the blood that was shooting from your husband’s skull when I cracked it opened with that chair over there.”

Stevens says as he points to the chair he was sitting in.

“This vial of your husband’s blood is more viable than anything you could possibly do to me or say about me because it shows that you and your family are flawed, weak, and beatable. Checkmate princess."

Stevens says as he looks at the vial in his hands and the screen fades to black.

Adrenaline / I Left My Wallet in My Other Pants
« on: January 09, 2017, 04:18:32 AM »
As the scene opens up we see the sun shining brightly in the clear blue sky and on a beautiful day such as this you know it is going to be all about fun and excitement…..

What’s that?

It looks like a large mass of people standing around.

Let’s take a closer look shall we?

As we get closer to the sea of people we notice that they are all standing around outside of a rustic looking building dressed in black and other dark formal clothing. All the men are standing firm and comforting all the women who are out there looking for a shoulder to cry on.

Why is everyone so sad on a beautiful day like this???

The wooden doors to the building slowly open up and six men clad in black suits come out of it carrying a wooden casket. Moses himself would be proud as the sea of people slowly part to allow the six men to carry the casket over to a waiting horse buggy. Once the casket is loaded and strapped in securely to the back the driver off the buggy tugs on the reigns of two white steeds to slowly begin the march. As the carriage leads the precession, a group of musicians equipped with snare drums, trombones, trumpets, saxophones, clarinets, and a tuba follow behind the carriage as the rest of the crowd follows the band.

The band plays the slow and somber song called, “Nearer, My God, to Thee” as they march down the street.

The driver leads his two stallions down the street for about five blocks until he comes upon a large gated community. The driver takes a right, and continues to follow the large, white brick wall of the community until he reaches an iron gate. The driver of the buggy stops his horses until the gate is opened by two of the pallbearers. Once open, the driver leads his everyone inside and as they head towards their destination they pass by beautifully sculpted statues of angels, crosses, and Jesus. Once they reach the destination the driver pulls on the reigns for the horses to halt, and the driver steps out. As the pallbearers unload the casket, the driver walks up the stone steps of a mausoleum. The mausoleum is beautiful sight to behold as it is a throwback to Greek architecture from the pillars and white stone. The pallbearers carry the casket up the steps and into the mausoleum. A few minutes later they emerge from the structure and the driver to the buggy locks the door behind them. The seven men head down the steps and once they are away from the mausoleum one of the drummers hits his sticks four times and that familiar tune flares up and everyone leaves the cemetery into a better mood to the sound of, “When the Saints Go Marching In.” 

Location: New Orleans, Louisiana: Saint Louis Cemetery
January 7, 2016, 9:30 a.m. local time

As the sea of people slowly begins to fade in the distance a familiar voice is heard.

“Ironic isn’t it?”

The camera slowly pans over and we see everyone’s favorite Texan, Scott Stevens, dressed in his Sunday’s best as he watches the precession leave the cemetery.

“That joy and excitement can still be found in one something as sad and horrific as someone’s death.”

Stevens says as he turns his face to the camera.

“But when it comes to my opponent, Viduus Morta, there is no celebrating. There is no joy. There is only pain and suffering in store for the person standing across the ring from him.”

Stevens says as he slowly removes his white Oakley sunglasses revealing his emerald eyes and puts them inside of his suit jacket pocket.

“You see, at first glance, Viduus Morta is a scary dude. He’s covered in tattoos from head to toe. He’s dressed in all black. His long dreadlocks cover his face, but when you do see his face you see his glowing red eyes and pale white face….the face of Death as he wears his victims’ skulls around his neck and top hat like they are some kind of trophies.”

Stevens says as he gets a chill running down his spine thinking about it.

“Morta is here to preach the message of a greater power and punish those that get in his way or do not believe in the teachings of this said power because everyone must suffer according to Viduus.”

Stevens repeats the warning of Morta, but the Texan calmly doesn’t seem fazed by it as he simply replies with…..

“I refuse.”

Stevens nods.

“Let me repeat it slowly in case you didn’t hear it the first time. I, Scott Stevens, refuse to heed your warnings of pain and suffering because it’s one thing to preach such a thing than to actually back it up in the ring.” 

Stevens states as he puts his hands behind his back and starts walking.

“Look around you, what do you see?”

Stevens asks as he points to the many monuments to recognize the dearly departed.

“Pain. Sadness. Suffering. Despair. Death.”

Stevens says as he stops near a statue of Jesus.

“These are just some of the things you try to use to your advantage and instill fear in your opponents to gain a psychological advantage over, but I’m not some green horn you’re in the ring with because your little scare tactics won’t work on me. You think getting whipped to show me how tough you are and how much you can endure pain because you didn’t yell out would intimidate me?”

Stevens asks as he shakes his head.

“You’re mistaken.”

Stevens says as he begins to unbutton his suit jacket and takes it off and tosses it to the ground. Stevens pulls his black with white pinstripes out of his stripes and slowly begins to unbutton it starting first with the cuffs. Once unbuttoned, Stevens takes off the shirt to reveal his muscularly toned body that is covered in various tattoos and scars. Stevens tosses the shirt to the ground.

“You think you know pain?”

Stevens asks sternly.

“You don’t know shit.”

Stevens says as he leans against the statue of Jesus.

“I know pain, just like Jesus here knows pain. You say that we are all blind to the world in front of us. You say that we know nothing of the world around us outside of our make believe one that we hide behind so we don’t have to deal with the harsh realities of the real world. We know sports statistics but don’t of murder and genocide. We know about expensive taste and how certain liquor is to be prepared but we know nothing of matters that will assist us in life and help the next generation live a better life than the one we leave behind and you are wrong. The scars that cover my body are the pain and suffering I sacrificed to provide a better life for my children when they become of age. You think I enjoy coming home and wince every time I pick up my little girl because of my collarbone not properly healing years ago? What about when I’m helping my son practice for little league, and my hands shake to the point that I sometimes cannot throw the fucking ball?”

Stevens says with anger in his tone.

“I know of pain. I know suffering. I know of genocide. I know what goes on around the world, but the thing you don’t realize is that people don’t give a shit what happens a million miles from home because it doesn’t concern them. Why would a soccer mom in Bum Fuck Egypt care about mass killings and civil unrest in Africa? She’s thinking that’s not me. That’s over there. I’m going to do me until it becomes an issue for me. That is what LIFE is Morta. People are aware of what’s going on they just don’t care just like I don’t care about you or the message you are trying to preach to me.”

Stevens says as he looks at the Jesus statue.

“Jesus died on the cross for all the sins of Mankind, and begged his Father not to punish the world for killing his only son. I won’t be so merciful.”

Stevens says bluntly as he moves away from the statue.

“You’ve stated that you have seen me attend confession, hold imaginary funerals, and write names in blood but you haven’t seen me be a force?”

Stevens says with a chuckle.

“Well I don’t know what you’ve been, but you may want to either remove the ten cent contacts from your eyes or maybe your Misfit wannabe makeup is getting into your eyes because I have been a force of destruction in 4CW. Jace Parker Davidson hasn’t been the same since I dropped him off of that ladder at Fright Night. I broke Eddie Valentine in the fatal four way and I shattered him in our one on one match. My most recent accomplishment was crippling that championship contender poser, Caleb Houston.”

Stevens says as spit flies out of his mouth as he spews his venom. Stevens takes a moment to calm himself and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Morta, you claim I’m clinging to things that should no longer matter to me like championships, and victories. You say I need to step out of the spotlight and into the shadows to learn about myself, but if you know anything about me I’m still living in the shadows despite all my success. Being a second generation wrestler does that to a person. I know who I am and I know what I’m capable of, but apparently you don’t since you think I’m going to be a pushover this week. You think I’m Darin Zion and going to be an easy victory, and that I’m going to receive punishment because Adrian Tanner escaped it last time, and I’m just in the wrong place at the wrong time, is that it?”

Stevens asks before continuing.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not Adrian Tanner. I’m Scott. Fucking. Stevens, and I am the one that inflicts pain and punishment around here. I’m going to spare the circus act all right when I snatch your wannabe Predator necklace from you like Aqib Talib did to Michael Crabtree. Everyone must pay, and don’t worry you will when I knock that top hat you stole from T-Pain down your throat.”

Stevens says bluntly as he cracks his neck from side to side.

“I can offer you the glory you seek Morta and that glory is that I didn’t end your pathetic career, and I allowed you to continue to earn a living and shill out your used car salesman rhetoric. I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel because I’ve been doing the same thing for over twenty years and kicking people’s ass seems to be working just fine.”

Stevens says with a smirk as he goes back over to his clothes and reaches down to pick them up.

“But everyone must pay in some form and since I left my wallet in my other pants that person that has to pay is you. We can do it the easy way where I take your hand and give you the glory you desperately seek or you can refuse and we do it the hard way and you end up like Jace, Eddie, and Caleb before you. The choice is yours.”

Stevens issues his warning as he reaches into his coat and recovers his sunglasses. Stevens slides them onto his face and tosses his shirt and suit jack over his shoulder and heads towards the cemetery exit while whistling, “The Saints Go Marching In.”

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