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Event Production / Re: Bad Company Production Script
« on: August 29, 2019, 02:50:41 AM »
Give us a segment for Night 1 and Night 2 just in case we advance.

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

4CW Discussion / Re: Adrenaline Spring Break
« on: May 07, 2019, 08:17:39 AM »
You definitely deserve the break.

Thanks for letting me compete through the years and lets do it again soon when you're recharged and ready to do it all over again.

Until then sit back and enjoy your vacation.

4CW Discussion / Re: South Beach Brawl Cup '19 Registration
« on: February 23, 2019, 12:20:09 AM »
Why not.

Archives / Re: Love You Guys. LOA.
« on: October 04, 2018, 12:33:07 AM »
Hate to see you go but looking forward to reading and hopefully competing when you get back.

Forum Games / Re: What Are You Listening To?
« on: July 25, 2018, 01:45:32 AM »

Rate - Hate - Appreciate / Re: Ante Up Feedback
« on: June 29, 2018, 05:59:55 PM »
Awesome ppv as usual. Enjoyed it all.

4CW Discussion / Re: 2017 Year End Award Nominations
« on: December 19, 2017, 12:19:49 AM »
Bronx Valescence
Mariano Fernandez
Persephone Marquis



Bronx Valescence
Mariano Fernandez


Bryan Laughlin
American Tommy



Carmella Wilder
Genevie Carlson
Persephone Marquis


Caroline Burchill
Kaelan Price
Adaya Duncan
Kaz Bonham

The Hostile Takeover (Brody Lee Prince & Magnus Brutus)



Carmella Wilder


Bryan Laughlin
Cosmo Cooper
American Tommy
Kaelan Price

Mariano Fernandez
Bronx Valescence

Jett Wilder







Ante Up
Fright Night
South Beach Brawl



Anastasia Hayden Vs. Bronx Valescence
Mariano Fernandez Vs. Bronx Valescence
4 Corners Frenzy
Jett Wilder Vs. Mariano Fernandez
Bryan Williams Vs. Bronx Valescence


Kaelan Price Vs. Bryan Laughlin
Anastasia Hayden Vs. Caroline Burchill
Zeel Park Vs. Bryan Laughlin


Warzone of Horrors (Fright Night)
Bronx Valescence Vs. Mariano Fernandez (Fright Night)
Bronx Valescence Vs. Elijah Carlson (South Beach Brawl)


Bronx Valescence & Mariano Fernandez
Elijah Carlson & Bronx Valescence

Mariano Fernandez defeating Bronx Valescence
Mariano Fernandez winning the 4 Corners Frenzy
Aidan Carlisle returning to 4CW
Chris Madison returning to 4CW

Vossler rage quitting, coming back, and then rage quitting again
Matthias Barrows and everything revolving around the 4 Corners Frenzy
Jett Wilder trolling Matthias Barrows over the 4 Corners Frenzy

Elijah Carlson
Bronx Valescence
Perry Wallace
Mariano Fernandez

The Sports Bar / Re: NFL Week 13 Predictions
« on: November 30, 2017, 09:25:17 PM »
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Washington Redskins

Sunday, December 3, 2017
Minnesota Vikings
Baltimore Ravens
New England Patriots
Chicago Bears
Tampa Bay Buccaneers
Jacksonville Jaguars
Denver Broncos
New Orleans Saints
New York Jets
Tennessee Titans
Los Angeles Chargers
Los Angeles Rams
Oakland Raiders
Philadelphia Eagles

Monday, December 4, 2017
Pittsburgh Steelers

Forum Games / Re: What Are You Listening To?
« on: November 20, 2017, 05:37:32 AM »

The Sports Bar / Re: NFL Week 11 Predictions
« on: November 17, 2017, 01:15:21 AM »
Sunday, Nov. 19

Kansas City
Tampa Bay
New Orleans
L.A. Chargers
New England
Monday, Nov. 20


Rate - Hate - Appreciate / Re: Fright Night Feedback
« on: October 29, 2017, 01:53:18 PM »
Loved the whole show. Fright Night is always my favorite ppv. Never disappoints.

The Sports Bar / Re: NFL Week 5 Predictions
« on: October 08, 2017, 01:52:02 AM »
New York Jets
Detroit Lions
Indianapolis Colts
Tennessee Titans
Cincinnati Bengals
New York Giants
Pittsburgh Steelers
Philadelphia Eagles
Seattle Seahawks
Oakland Raiders
Green Bay Packers
Houston Texans

Minnesota Vikings

The Sports Bar / Re: 2017 NFL Week 3 Predictions
« on: September 24, 2017, 03:18:08 AM »
Sunday, September 24
Baltimore Ravens
Denver Broncos 
Pittsburgh Steelers
Atlanta Falcons
Indianapolis Colts
Tampa Bay Buccaneers
New England Patriots
Miami Dolphins
Philadelphia Eagles
New Orleans Saints
Seattle Seahawks
Green Bay Packers
Kansas City Chiefs
Oakland Raiders

Monday, September 25
Dallas Cowboys

The Sports Bar / Re: 2017 NFL Week 2 Predictions
« on: September 16, 2017, 01:24:28 PM »

Baltimore Ravens

Carolina Panthers

Arizona Cardinals

Tennessee Titans

Kansas City Chiefs

New England Patriots

Pittsburgh Steelers

Tampa Bay Buccaneers

Los Angeles Chargers

Oakland Raiders

Dallas Cowboys

Washington Redskins

Seattle Seahawks

Atlanta Falcons


New York Giants

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.

The Sports Bar / Re: 2017 NFL Week 1 Predictions
« on: September 10, 2017, 01:44:54 AM »
New York Jets at Buffalo Bills
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Atlanta Falcons at Chicago Bears
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Baltimore Ravens at Cincinnati Bengals
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Pittsburgh Steelers  at Cleveland Browns
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Arizona Cardinals at Detroit Lions
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Jacksonville Jaguars at Houston Texans
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Oakland Raiders at Tennessee Titans
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Philadelphia Eagles at Washington Redskins
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1:00 p.m. EST

Indianapolis Colts at Los Angeles Rams
Sunday, Sept. 10, 4:05 p.m. EST

Seattle Seahawks at Green Bay Packers
Sunday, Sept. 10, 4:25 p.m. EST

Carolina Panthers at San Francisco 49ers
Sunday, Sept. 10, 4:25 p.m. EST

New York Giants at Dallas Cowboys
Sunday, Sept. 10, 8:30 p.m.  EST

New Orleans Saints at Minnesota Vikings
Monday, Sept. 11, 7:10 p.m. EST

Los Angeles Chargers at Denver Broncos
Monday, Sept. 11, 10:20 p.m. EST

The Sports Bar / Re: Fantasy League Draft Day & Time
« on: September 02, 2017, 11:20:57 AM »
I have another draft at 8:00PM EST Sunday night. We have radio tomorrow but I can do the draft at 8:00 which would be two hours before and if it carries over then I can just start radio off with announcing how I'm going to murder you guys anyway.

I'm fine with this. lol.

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. 

4CW Discussion / Re: After Bad Company leading to Fright Night
« on: August 12, 2017, 02:28:46 PM »
I'm open to doing double duty at the ppv on the Adrenaline vs Octane team war game style matches.

Question though, if I qualify like last year for the main event would i have to do 4 RPs or the regular two just cover both matches?

The Sports Bar / Re: 4CW Fantasy Football League 2017
« on: August 07, 2017, 02:52:34 AM »
I'm coming back.

You should change the return/kickoff TDs to 6 instead of 3. Just saying. Lol.

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 / Re: Mayweather vs. McGregor
« on: July 20, 2017, 07:32:39 PM »
Um....Floyd's a boxer and McGregor isn't.

McGregor has knock out power but he won't touch Floyd. McGregor not taking the discipline of boxing seriously and saying Mayweather isn't a true fighter is asinine. McGregor had issues with Nate Diaz and he's considered one of the best strikers in the MMA world. McGregor has never gone 12 rounds before and has never faced an elite defender that's always moving and evading as he presses forward. McGregor can take a shot but can he withstand the punishment of being tagged over and over again while Mayweather evades and ducks?

Canelo looked like a fool when he faced Mayweather.

It's simple, no MMA fighter will beat a boxer under boxing rules and no boxer will beat and MMA fighter in the cage.

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