Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:45:06 GMT
MAIN EVENT
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
CAGED LADDER MATCH
SCOTT STEVENS VS. ELIJAH CARLSON ©
POWERS: “Ladies and gentleman, the following Caged Ladder Match will be for the 4CW Championship!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
The video screen lights up 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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS:”Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.”
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
POWERS:”Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… this…is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens has had a change of attitude here recently, but it is has paid off greatly as he has earned this title shot against the King of the Royal Family, Elijah Carlson.”
VASSA:“Stevens has got to be thinking that this is probably his last best shot at the biggest prize in all of the game.”
JOHNSON:“Exactly, one should think that he’s going to leave it all out there in that cage here tonight.”
As Scott Stevens stands in the ring waiting for the champion to make his appearance, the video screen suddenly lights up with static before a shot of Eli Carlson appears. Beneath the shot of him read the words “moments ago.” After a few seonds of silence, Eli turns his attention to the camera and speaks.
E. CARLSON: ”Do you feel it in the air, Boston? A true champion is waiting to bring his kingdom to your city. Here in just a few moments Scott Stevens and I will go toe to toe in that very ring. My 4CW Championship will dangle in the air waiting for an unqualified, ungrateful and unworthy usurper to attempt to claim it for himself, or for the rightful king to bring his crown jewel back home with him.”
The rumble of Scott Stevens entrance music that had just played moments earlier can be heard softly, causing Eli to sneer.
E. CARLSON: ”Speak of the devil himself. Scott Stevens finds himself in waters deeper than he ever expected. When you witness what happens tonight remember that your king was gracious enough to give him the opportunity to escape this. I gave him a choice and he chose not to listen to my advice. Why would he do such a thing, you ask? The world will never know. Is it pride? Is it ego? In the end does it matter? The result is the same. Your king, Elijah Carlson, will soon descend upon him with the wrath and fury of God’s own hand and it will be no one’s fault but his own.”
With a smirk, Eli takes a step back and places his hand on the black curtain that would, eventually, lead him out from the backstage area and into the main portion of the arena.
E. CARLSON: ”The man who has passed the sentence is about to swing the sword.”
Pulling the curtain back, Eli nods at the camera.
E. CARLSON: ”Boston… the king arrives.”
The scene fades to static and once more the shot that we are left with is a wide shot of the ring and entrance ramp. And then the lights around the arena go dark aside from one singular spotlight pointed directly at the top of the entrance ramp. After a few seconds of silence a man dressed to the nine’s in a tuxedo comes out with a scroll in his hands, looking no worse for wear after being assaulted by Dakota Smith two weeks earlier, stopping in the middle of the spotlight as another worker runs out a microphone and a stand and sets it before the unnamed man. Slowly the man unravels the scroll and clears his throat.
HERALD: ”HEAR YE! HEAR YE! By royal decree, the King of Four Corners Wrestling COMMANDS YOU to rise from your seats and show some well deserved respect as King Eli makes his way to the ring. ALL RISE!”
Boo’s reign down upon the man loudly as he rolls the scroll back up and moves off to the side, standing with his arms at his side respectfully as the spotlight shuts off, plunging the entire arena into darkness. On the big screen, images of Elijah Carlson highlights flicker. A coronation kick to the temple of Chris Mosh, an Ascension leaping, twisting splash from the top rope onto Keith Daniels, and an image of Eli and Genie standing on top of the Warzone of Horrors cage scanning the crowd and the carnage around them are among the short bursts of images that are mixed in before once again the arena plunges into darkness. After a long moment of silence the sound of a fierce wind fills the arena before the opening beats of “Motivation” by T.I. ring forth over the speakers, the lights coming back on full blare as the big screen begins playing highlights of Eli’s career in 4CW again.
“Better get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It’s motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin’ get on yo job, nigga”
Finally emerging from the backstage area with his arms extended outward and a wide, arrogant grin on his face, Eli walks to the top of the entrance ramp and pauses, his arms slowly coming back down to grip the edges of the unzipped leather jacket. His eyes scan the crowd as the man in the tuxedo, who had been standing so respectfully still only moments earlier, bows low to the self proclaimed Prince of 4CW. As he bows, a group of other people come out from the backstage area and maneuver themselves around Eli. At his feet they begin to roll a red carpet down the entrance ramp for him to walk on. Instead of moving immediately down the ramp, however, Eli holds out his arm and waits patiently.
“You can look me in my eyes, see I’m ready for whatever
Anythang don’t kill me, make me better
I ain’t dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, and the deal, I’m still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain’t fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I’m a king, seen hangin’ with some cold killas
I ain’t never back down or ran from no nigga”
A moment later a stagehand steps out onto the stage and walks with a serious look on his face, moving directly to Eli. The man in the tuxedo presents the 4CW Championship belt, which the stagehand takes from him and then steps behind Eli, wrapping the belt around his waist and fastening it. Again, the man in the tuxedo bows to him, going so far as to allow his knee to touch the ground and rest there as he lowers his head. Without another moment passing, Eli begins his walk down the ramp toward the ring. Behind him the kneeling man stands and begins to roll the red carpet up behind them. Once at the bottom of the entrance ramp Eli removes his jacket, dropping it to the floor. After he had done so the man in the tuxedo retrieves it while Eli rolls himself into the ring and makes his way over to the far turnbuckle, unbuckling the championship from his waist and taking it into his right hand, climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms and belt in the air as the boo’s reign down even louder than before.
“I ain’t sat down yet, pimp, standin’ gorilla
Even if I’ma all alone or standin’ with four niggaz
Tell’em jump, pimpin’ it don’t get no realer
5’9″ with the soul of a 6’4″ nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can’t even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I’m outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?”
As the music fades, Powers moves to introduce him but the man in the tuxedo dismisses him with a wave of his hand, taking the microphone from the man first.
HERALD: Four Corners Wrestling is proud to present to you, standing six foot one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the 2016 Warzone of Horrors winner, the 2016 4CW Breakout Superstar, the 4CW Champion AND… The King of Four Corners Wrestling… ELIJAH CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
Eli hops down from the turnbuckle amidst a chorus of boo’s. He hands the belt off to the referee and then begins bouncing on the balls of his feet as he silently goes through his pre-match warm up.
JOHNSON:“The 4CW champion, the man who defeated Jair Hopkins for that belt now has to step inside that steel cage and retrieve the championship belt high overhead.”
VASSA:“Let’s hope he’s been practicing how to climb a ladder then.”
JOHNSON:“Ominously now, the cage door shuts. Two men in the cage, one man is going to emerge as the champion.”
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON:“And here we go, the 4CW title hangs high over head and one of these two men are going to be tasked with climbing to the top of the ladder and grabbing it first.”
VASSA:“Too bad the ladder is outside of the cage right now! They’re going to first have to get a ladder.”
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens facing down Elijah Carlson here, these two have gone back and forth recently with attacks and causing a lot of collateral damage in their wake.”
VASSA:“You included, Steve!”
The two begin to circle around the ring looking for an opening to strike the other one first. Carlson fakes a move, but then so does Stevens. Stevens goes for a lock-up, but Elijah ducks under. A frustrated Stevens backs off a little bit which this time causes Eli to charge in at him, but Stevens counters that with a drop toe hold! Carlson hits the mat hard and quickly Stevens is on top of him looking to lock in an armbar or various submission. Carlson fights back as Stevens locks the arm as he flips forward and back up to his feet with a nice looking escape.
JOHNSON:“A little bit of whatever you can do, I can do better early on this match played by the champ.”
VASSA:“I’m still hoping Stevens puts a boot square between the eyes here at some point.”
The two go back to circling around a little each other a bit, this time Stevens is able to get a proper collar and elbow tie-up going. This is quickly turned into a standing wristlock by Stevens as he pushes down onto the shoulder with some force. Carlson drops to a knee in pain, but then uses his acrobatic skills to do a front flip himself and in the process causes Scott Stevens to flip over the top of him turning into an armdrag takeover! Stevens pops right back up and charges in again, but is caught again by Carlson who hits another armdrag takeover. Stevens pops up for the second time, but this time Carlson leaps up into nailing a dropkick to the jaw of Stevens which causes the challenger to stumble backwards into the corner.
Carlson charges in at Stevens and leaps into the air connecting only with turnbuckle padding as Stevens is able to get out of the way fast enough. Eli bounces off right into the waiting arms of Stevens who locks in a rear waist lock and lifts him over to the top…
JOHNSON:“NO! Carlson lands on his feet as Stevens went for a release German suplex there.”
VASSA:“Reflexes like a cat, how annoying.”
Stevens gets back up to his feet and the champ is waiting there for him as he leaps up again and nails another dropkick, this time backing Stevens up against the ring ropes and nearly sending him crashing into the cage wall. Carlson is right back up to his feet and he charges forward…
CRRRRRRRRRRRASSSSSH!!!
…hitting nothing but the cage wall as Stevens does his best impression of a bullfighter!
JOHNSON:“The champ hits that unforgiving steel link fencing face first as Scott Stevens dips out of the way! Metal on skin, nothing ever good comes from that.”
VASSA:“Well, a little bit of payback to Carlson comes from that and that feels good to me.”
Carlson springs off the side of the cage wall stunned from the impact, Stevens instantly scoops him up after a kick to the midsection lifting him high into the air over his shoulders and drives him down…
SLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…slamming him into the mat with a vicious powerbomb! Carlson bounces off the mat from the impact of that move. Stevens thinks about blasting him again, but instead he begins to make his way to the cage door. Stevens leaps down from the apron to the floor below and begins to head towards one of the ladders that have been left on the outside of the ring.
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens is out of the ring and he’s looking for a ladder after delivering that vicious powerbomb onto the champion.”
VASSA:“Get it while you can, yeah. But Elijah is not going lay down here for the rest of the match, he’s going to still have some fight left him in even after that powerbomb.”
Stevens slides the ladder into the ring, by this time Elijah has gotten back up to his feet and runs towards the ladder and slides catching it with both of his boots sending the other end of the ladder right into the chest of Scott Stevens!! Stevens is rocked and hits the guard railing on the outside back first. Carlson then pulls the ladder fully into the ring and begins to set it back up in the middle of the ring. Stevens, holding his chest in some pain, begins to pull himself back into the ring. Carlson stops what he’s doing and charges into the corner where Stevens is and connects with a leaping dropkick targeting Stevens in his knee! The knee is shoved up against the cage wall causing Stevens to yell out in pain clutching his knee.
JOHNSON:“Vicious shot to the knee by Carlson! Eli’s targeting that injured knee of his opponent.”
VASSA:“If he can’t walk, he can’t climb a ladder.”
JOHNSON:“Carlson with a couple more boots to that knee now! The champion doing all that he can to just make that knee too painful for the massive frame of Scott Stevens to stand on.”
Carlson turns around and grabs the ladder which has fallen up against the ropes and he grabs it by the side and…
CRRRRASSSH!!
…bounces it off the skull of Scott Stevens one time! Not being too happy with it only bouncing one time, Elijah pulls the ladder back and throws it at his opponent one more time…
CRRRRRASSH!!!
…this time Stevens falls to the canvas covering his head. His legs are still tied up in the ring ropes as he falls to the mat. Carlson picks up the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring.
JOHNSON:“And now the champion begins to make the climb up the ladder towards the 4CW championship belt hanging high overhead. With each rung he gets closer and closer to getting his hands back on his title.”
VASSA:“Stevens still unable to get his feet out of the ropes.”
JOHNSON:“Eli’s halfway up to his belt, this could be the end here already for Scott Stevens.”
VASSA:“Eli’s having a little trouble climbing up, I think that ladder’s bent and wobbling some.”
JOHNSON:“Carlson’s got the title within his reach, just touching the belt with the fingertips…”
CCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!
JOHNSON:“ELIJAH CARLSON EATS THE CAGE WALL FROM THE LADDER! SCOTT STEVENS SHOVES HIM UP AGAINST THE CAGE! HE HAD THE BELT IN HIS GRASP, BUT STEVENS SENT HIM FOR THE RIDE!”
VASSA:“What a fall, what an incredible fall the champion just took.”
Carlson lays between the ropes and the cage wall, Stevens hobbles over towards the ladder and begins to pull it up to a standing position, however Carlson is able to grab the end of it which causes Stevens to stop what he’s doing. Stevens stomps onto Carlson and then pulls him back up to his feet with a handful of a hair. Carlson is still seemingly out on dream street as Stevens rocks him with a couple of right hands, Stevens breaks from him for a moment and lays the ladder on the mat flat. Stevens lifts the champion up onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry, which means only one thing as he flips the champ up and over…
CRRRRRRRRRRRASSSH!!!
…hitting a Death Valley Driver on Carlson right onto the unforgiving steel of the ladder!
JOHNSON:“HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM! And it’s a ladder to the back of Elijah Carlson!”
VASSA:“If that fall didn’t break something, I’m pretty sure that one did. Scott Stevens is just brutalizing the champion right now.”
JOHNSON:“I can’t say that I’m not jealous right now, after all the things Elijah Carlson has done to myself and you, Vinny.”
Carlson holds his back in some serious pain as he rolls off of the ladder, which looks a little bent from the impact, as Stevens looks up at the title. Stevens picks up the ladder and begins to try and pull it apart, however, due to the damage he’s having a bit of a problem. Carlson begins to pull himself back up to his feet in this time that Stevens gets more and more frustrated with the ladder. Just as Carlson gets up to his feet…
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRACKK!!!
…he gets nailed in the face as Stevens throws the ladder! Eli hits the deck again as Stevens gives up on getting the ladder over. Stevens doesn’t follow that up with anything and instead begins to head to the outside of the ring looking for another ladder to use in the ring. Once on the outside he finds another ladder left there and slides it into the ring and begins to head back in.
JOHNSON:“Stevens went and got himself another ladder!”
VASSA:“How many do we have down there?”
JOHNSON:“Enough for this match, hopefully.”
VASSA:“Wallace robbed a Menards!”
Stevens begins to set up the ladder in the middle of the enclosed ring, Carlson is still in the process of pulling himself back up to his feet and now there is a nice trail of blood that begins to leak down his forehead. Stevens begins to climb as Carlson stumbles around a bit, rung by rung Stevens gets closer but on the other side of the ladder Elijah Carlson begins to climb the ladder as well!
JOHNSON:“Both men are climbing the ladder towards the gold!”
VASSA:“Who is going to get to the top first? Who is going to hold onto the gold first?””
JOHNSON:“Carlson has caught up to Stevens and now the two begin to exchange right hands. Carlson nearly falling, but holds on and counters with a right hand of his own.”
VASSA:“Who’s going to take the plunge!?”
The two go back and forth with a couple of more shots, Stevens unloads with a huge haymaker shot which causes Carlson to slip a little bit down. This gives Stevens a chance to reach up for the gold, he clips it with the top of his fingers causing the belt to sway back and forth. Carlson charges up one more time and with both arms wraps his hands around the back of Stevens head and slams him face first into the top of the ladder…
SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…causing both men to fall from the ladder in the middle of the ring. Stevens hits back first, while Carlson is able to land pretty much on his feet. Carlson stumbles but then begins to crawl up the ladder once again.
JOHNSON:“There goes the champion with another chance at the title belt. He stunned Stevens with that jawbreaker off the top of the ladder and now looks to finish this match off.”
VASSA:“Better climb faster champ, Stevens is back up to his feet.”
JOHNSON:“Halfway up, and Stevens charges at the ladder…”
SLLLLLLLLLAM!!!
But that’s just the sound of the ladder hitting the mat as Scott Stevens drops it to the mat. Elijah Carlson was able to leap from the ladder to the cage wall hooking himself with his fingers and feet. The crowd is a bit stunned, as is Scott Stevens. Without thinking, Stevens begins to charge up the cage trying to go after Elijah Carlson. The two slowly begin to make their way up the ring as Stevens tries to pull Carlson off of the cage, and Elijah trying to get away from him.
JOHNSON:“Up the cage they go, perhaps Elijah thinking he might be able to leap towards the belt or something of that nature or…”
VASSA:“Or he’s just trying to stay away from Scott Stevens right now.”
JOHNSON:“Probably that, Vinny.”
Stevens grabs hold of Carlson’s leg as the two are near the corner of the cage. Stevens’ makes the climb up and the two are head and shoulders over the cage wall trading shots towards each other. Elijah tries attacking that knee of Stevens with some well placed kicks, but Stevens counters by grabbing Carlson by the back of the head and slamming into the top of the cage! Stevens does it a second time and Carlson nearly lets go, but just as he does Stevens grabs him on the way down…
SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!”!!
…turning the fall into a modified powerbomb from the top of the cage!! The crowd erupts as both men bounce off of the canvas a good foot or two in the process and then lay flat after the impact. Neither man looking too good after taking that shot.
JOHNSON:“POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! CARLSON’S HEAD AND BACK SLAMMING INTO THE CANVAS AS HE WAS DRIVEN DOWN BY SCOTT STEVENS!”
VASSA:“That’s a grade A car crash in the ring right now. Both men, both men are down after that one.”
JOHNSON:“An absolute hellacious fall there, Vinny. And still the only way to win this one is to climb the ladder another time at least.”
VASSA:“After a fall like that, do you think either man wants to think about that? Hell no, Steve. Hell no.”
Stevens is back up to his feet again, his eyes go from his opponent who is still trying to get back to his knees up to the title that hangs overhead of both of them. Sucking up any pain he might be feeling he staggers over towards one of the ladders lying in the ring and sets it up in the corner. He then makes his way over to where Elijah is getting back up to his feet still. Stevens helps him with a handful of hair and unloads with a couple of right hands which rock the champion into the opposite corner of the set-up ladder. Stevens sends Carlson across the ring with a whip…
CRRRRRRRRRASSH!!!
…Carlson nails the ladder back first with the impact from the whip! Stevens doesn’t wait for Carlson to take an additional breath before he charges across the ring and leaps into the air going for a massive splash into the corner…
CCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSH!!!
…missing the 4CW champion completely and hitting the ladder face first!! As he bounces off of the unforgiving steel ladder Carlson is waiting there for him and leaps up into the air and kicking Stevens with both feet in the back sending the Texan forward again…
CRRRRRRRAAAAAASH!!!
…face first into the ladder for a second time! Stevens collapses into the ladder and falls to the mat backwards.
JOHNSON:“That ladder doing so much damage in such a short time, momentum swinging back and forth between these two so quickly.”
VASSA:“Neither man wanting to back down, fighting through the pain and the injuries to try to outlast the other man at this point.”
JOHNSON:“That might be the key to winning this match, be the last one moving.”
Elijah Carlson leaps up into the corner with the ladder propped up into it and grabs a hold of the top of the ladder before he rides it down towards the body of Scott Stevens…
CCRRRRASSSH!!!
…slamming it down onto his body! Carlson rolls to his feet and looks towards the other ladder that was brought into the ring earlier. He quickly heads for it and begins to set it up as close to the center of the ring as possible. Slowly, Carlson begins to climb up one rung at a time. Stevens is slow to his feet, but as he sees Carlson climbing he grabs the ladder that landed on him and charges at Carlson with it nailing him in the back with the top of the ladder!
JOHNSON:“These two just brutalizing each other in this match. Just when you think one’s got a chance to get up to the top of the ladder, the other one just does something like use the ladder as spear!”
VASSA:“Pain just shot through every single nerve in Elijah’s body after that shot.”
JOHNSON:“Carlson slides down the ladder, right into the awaiting arms of Scott Stevens. Stevens lifts up the champion spinning him around…”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
VASSA:“Double S. Spinebuster!”
JOHNSON:“We’ve seen that move dozens of times from Scott Stevens, and every time it just seems to kill any momentum of his opponents. Could this be the moment that he needs to start to climb the ladder again?”
VASSA:“There’s no time like the present, but neither man has been able to keep the other long enough down to climb that ladder yet.”
Stevens picks up the ladder and eyes the title above him, instead of setting the ladder up in the middle of the ring he instead lays it across the middle of the ring and heads over to where a bloodied Elijah Carlson is starting to stir. Stevens unloads a couple of right hands across the forehead of the champion which gets the blood flowing once again. He then pulls the champion up to his feet and puts him into a standing scissors lock as he lines up to the ladder he laid across the middle of the ring.
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens is going to try and break the back of Elijah Carlson here. That’s got to be the plan right now, drop him across the ladder back first.”
VASSA:“Well, if Eli can’t walk he’ll be unable to climb up. Unless he’s Batman, then all bets are off.”
Stevens goes to lift Elijah up for a powerbomb, but Elijah is able to stop it by falling to a knee. Stevens hits Elijah in the ribs with a couple of right hands, and then goes for another deadlift. This time Elijah is able to slip out of the powerbomb attempt as Stevens gets him up into the air. Carlson goes with a quick go behind and as Stevens spins around Carlson leaps up backwards…
SMMMMMACK!!!
…connecting with a Pele Kick! From the impact of the kick Stevens falls backwards and lands back first across the ladder in the middle of the ring. Elijah runs to ropes slinging himself off leaping up into the air…
CRRRRRRASSHH!!!
…nailing a double foot stomp to the midsection of Stevens ontop of the ladder!!
JOHNSON:“Oh my! Double foot stomp follows up the Your Coronation and Elijah Carlson has once again turned the tide in his favor.”
VASSA:“Too bad he’s got his opponent laying in the middle of the ring on top of the ladder.”
JOHNSON:“Very true Vinny, however, there is that second ladder.”
Carlson begins to drag the second ladder towards the middle of the ring. He stands it up and begins to try and rip it apart, slowly the ladder gives way and Elijah is able stand up the wobbly ladder on the ground. Elijah begins to make the climb, but quickly has to stop as Scott Stevens begins to pull at his feet. Carlson is able to shake him off with enough kicks and Stevens whips himself around the other side of the ladder and begins to climb up as well, the two continue to exchange right hands on the way up.
JOHNSON:“The two once again attempt to make the climb exchanging right hands on the way up.”
VASSA:“This has yet to end well for either one of these two tonight.”
JOHNSON:“Up and up they go, rights flying back and forth… wait… Stevens is grabbing the back of Elijah Carlson’s head, what does he have in mind here?!”
VASSA:“No idea, but it can’t be good…”
JOHNSON:“Stevens has got the champion…”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
VASSA:“HOLY SHIT!”
JOHNSON:“TOXIC STING!! TOXIC STING!! SCOTT STEVENS CONNECTS WITH A TOXIC STING FROM ABOUT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! ELIJAH CARLSON HAS BEEN LAID OUT COMPLETELY!!”
The crowd can’t believe it either, Scott Stevens driving the champion so hard into the mat that Elijah bounced at least three feet into the air from the impact after Stevens connected with the Ace Crusher. Both men lay there for a moment before Stevens begins to stir a little bit, he also took some damage from the fall but not nearly enough to keep him down for too long. Slowly Stevens picks himself back up and begins to crawl his way towards the ladder in the middle of the ring. Carlson pretty much lays still on his stomach, blood pools on the mat as a result of his injuries. Stevens begins to climb slowly, each rung seems like a challenge to him as he makes his way up to a standing position and then attempts the challenge of climbing.
JOHNSON:“You can see the toll that this match has put on the body of veteran like Scott Stevens. A man who has been around wrestling for a generation now, and to have a match like this… it’s amazing he’s still able to stand.”
VASSA:“Yeah, but can he climb?”
JOHNSON:“We’re about to find out.”
Stevens reaches up with one hand and pulls himself up with the other onto the first step, and then another, and another. Pretty soon he’s halfway up the ladder and making his way to the title belt that his eyes are fixated on.
JOHNSON:“Up he goes, up goes Stevens. Ascending towards the 4CW championship belt, the biggest prize in all of wrestling.”
VASSA:“Will the Royal Family be shattered here tonight?!”
JOHNSON:“Another step closer.”
Stevens’ eyes close in on the title, his focus is just to get there. So much so, that he hasn’t seen that Elijah Carlson has been able to get back up onto his feet. Elijah charges at Scott Stevens, but Stevens is able to counter it and nail Carlson in the face with a back kick. This sends Elijah stumbling into the ring ropes, he slings himself off of the ropes to the other side of the ring and off of those ropes, Eli leaps up…
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
…connecting with a sick kick after leaping up the ladder nailing Stevens in the midsection and sending him crashing to the mat once again. Carlson too nails his tailbone on the canvas, but nearly bounces back up to his feet in the process.
JOHNSON:“Red Light Special from the champion and that one shifts the momentum right back to him!”
VASSA:“He uses the ladder as springboard and get to the height to connect with that kick. Incredible.”
JOHNSON:“Considering the punishment he’s been through in this match? Yes, incredible display there by the champion.”
Carlson doesn’t go for the climb of the ladder, instead he makes his way over to where the other ladder is and picks that one up and sets it down close to one of the corners. He then turns his attention towards Scott Stevens, standing over his body for a moment the champion leans down and slaps him across the face shouting at his opponent. Possibly to wake up Stevens. Then Carlson pulls the big Texan back up to his feet and in a single motion scoop slams him back first across the downed ladder. That’s when the champion heads towards the corner turnbuckle and begins to climb up to the top ropes.
Carlson stands holding the cage walls with each of his hands as looks out towards the crowd while Stevens lays across that ladder. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as Carlson leaps high into the air twisting his body around into a Phoenix Splash…
CCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSH!!!
…hitting nothing but the ladder as Scott Stevens is able to roll out of the way at the last possible moment!! Carlson’s chest bounces off of the ladder and the sound of air rushing from his lungs can be heard over the entire arena.
JOHNSON:“Oh my God! Carlson went for the Ascension and ended up hitting only the ladder in the process!”
VASSA:“He might have broken a couple of ribs from the impact of that one, Steve! That might have been the break that Stevens as needed to climb to the top of the ladder.”
Stevens gets back up to his feet and picks up the ladder that Elijah just landed on, he waits for the champion to begin to get back up to his feet somewhat before planting the ladder right into those ribs of Carlson with the ladder!! Using his strength he drives the champion into the corner with the ladder as a spear driving it further and further into his ribcage. Just as it looks like he’s done, Stevens charges into the corner and connects with a vicious European uppercut!
JOHNSON:“Debbie Does Dallas uppercut from Stevens!”
VASSA:“What a great film, and what a great job of trapping Elijah Carlson into the corner with that ladder he has done now. The road is clear for Stevens to climb to the top now!”
JOHNSON:“It seems that way, Vinny.”
Stevens turns his attention to the ladder in the middle of the ring and begins to climb the ladder, Carlson struggles to move the ladder that has been stuck in his gut. As Stevens gets up the ladder, Carlson picks up the one in front of him and charges towards his opponent. At the last moment, Stevens leaps out of the way which causes Eli to hit the other ladder with his ladder knocking it over. As Carlson drops the ladder, Stevens waits for him to turn around…
SMMMMMMMMMMACK!!!
…smacking him in the face with Superkick right to Carlson’s jaw!
JOHNSON:“Remember the Alamo! Right in the face with that vicious kick!”
VASSA:“Carlson just falling to the mat after that one.”
JOHNSON:“What’s Stevens doing now? He’s pulling up Carlson by the hair and heading to the outside of the ring? What the–?”
Indeed he is Steve. Stevens picks up the champion and makes the referees on the outside open up the cage door as he flings the champion from the inside of the ring to the outside floor. Stevens follows him to the outside as well for good measure. Stevens unloads with a couple of right hands which back Carlson up against the guard railing, this gives Stevens the chance to grab the champion by the back of the head and attempt to throw him into the cage wall, but Carlson is able to put on the breaks with his arms and instead fires back with a couple of elbow shots to the face of Stevens.
Carlson then begins to strike at the bad knee of Stevens with a series of kicks. Stevens grabs at his leg in pain which gives the champion a chance to back up and charge in connecting with a double sliding dropkick right to that knee again. Stevens bends in half before falling to his knees in pain, the champion backs off and lifts up the apron and after a moment of looking for something emerges with a folded steel chair. Carlson rears back and swings the chair about as hard as humanly possible at Stevens’ head…
SSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!
…hitting nothing but the corner of the cage! Stevens is able to duck under at the last moment and pushes himself back up to his feet in the process. He grabs the stunned champion from behind the neck and in a sudden motion leans back…
TTTTTHHHHHHUD!!!
JOHNSON:“Scorpion Death Drop! Scott Stevens has just planted the champion on the outside of the ring. And now it’s Scott Stevens looking under the ring, what’s he going to get?”
VASSA:“He’s got to have a plan or looking for something specific, because there’s a perfectly good chair laying right there in front of him.”
From under the ring Stevens pulls out a long camera cord which he pulls at for a little bit before he turns his attention back to the champion. Carlson is back up to his feet and Stevens nails him with another right hand, the champion is rocked again and Stevens grabs him by the back of the head and proceeds to toss the champion up and over the guard railing and into the crowd!! The front row scatters as Elijah lands on the concrete after bouncing off a couple of chairs. Stevens doesn’t follow, but instead picks up the camera wire and slowly slides back into the ring favoring the bad knee of his.
JOHNSON:“What’s Scott Stevens have in mind here?”
VASSA:“I think he’s figured out a way to make it up the ladder, Steve.”
JOHNSON:“You don’t think he’s going to…”
Yeah. Stevens closes the cage door and begins to wrap the camera cord around the door and the rest of the cage, making sure that the knot is on the inside of the cage and would be unable to open from the outside. By this time Carlson has been able to get up and back over the guard railing, Stevens just laughs as Carlson tries clawing at the knot. Stevens turns his back to the champion and begins to head over towards the downed ladders in the ring, shuffling as he walks he begins to scoop up one of the ladders. Eli frantically tears at the camera cord trying to get back into through the cage door, Stevens doesn’t seem to be at all in a hurry as he places the ladder in the middle of the ring and walks around making sure he’s got it right under the 4CW championship.
JOHNSON:“Stevens tied the door shut, Carlson can’t get to the knot… we might have a new champion here tonight!!”
VASSA:“Great thinking there by Scott Stevens. Talk about a veteran move, there was going to be no other way to keep Elijah off of him long enough to climb that ladder so he locks him out of the cage. Genius move. Genius.”
JOHNSON:“A veteran of many cage matches, I am sure that Scott Stevens has never thought about this before tonight, but I agree it’s a wise move, Vinny.”
Carlson claws frantically now as Stevens begins to slowly ascend the ladder in the center of the ring. Carlson’s eyes look the cage and just like Spiderman he too begins to climb upwards.
JOHNSON:“The champ’s climbing the cage!”
VASSA:“Well, that’s the way to get out of being locked out. But can he make it in time?”
JOHNSON:“Up the ladder goes Scott Stevens, and up the cage goes the champion!”
Stevens begins to reach up towards the title just as Elijah Carlson reaches the top of the cage and begins to flip his legs over the top in the corner. Stevens and Carlson’s eyes lock as Stevens cracks a smile as he begins to reach up for the title belt, Elijah still have to climb down the cage and up the ladder. Stevens begins to reach with his other hand to unhook the belt when Eli doesn’t begin to climb down the cage wall, but instead stands up…
JOHNSON:“WHAT THE HELL!?!”
SSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
VASSA:“HOLY FU–DID YOU… DID I…?”
JOHNSON:“ELIJAH CARLSON JUST LEPT FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND CONNECTED WITH A RED LIGHT SPECIAL TO THE CHEST OF SCOTT STEVENS!! BOTH MEN SLAMMING INTO THE MAT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! I THINK VINNY MIGHT BE IN SHOCK RIGHT NOW!”
VASSA:“Did we catch that on camera, tell me we caught that.”
JOHNSON:“Yes we did, our fine camera crew caught all of that amazing death-defying move pulled off by Elijah Carlson.”
Both men are wiped out on the canvas, the crowd is besides itself standing in dead silence, shocked expressions on their faces, and trying to process what they are just saw. Still over all of the carnage in the ring the 4CW championship title hangs overhead.
JOHNSON:“What is it going to take? What is it going to take for one of these two men to capture the title atop of the ladder?”
VASSA:“Possibly a chainsaw, but I don’t know how you’d get it inside the cage right now… it’s locked up tight.”
JOHNSON:“Some of the officials on the outside have begun to tie and cut the knot of the camera cord tied around the door.”
Slowly and in a lot of pain Elijah Carlson begins to stir in the ring, he is followed back up to his feet by Scott Stevens. The two begin to crawl towards opposite sides of the ladder which is still standing in the middle of the ring. Elijah places a hand on the bottom rung, and then his other on the second rung. Scott does the same thing. The two begin their climb, neither seem to be paying too much attention to the other one.
Halfway up, neither man is moving all that much faster, the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as the two continue to ignore each other. Blood has dried on the face of Elijah, while bruises and bumps have appeared on the chest and back of Scott. Both men concentrate on the climb rather the pain in their bodies as they climb further and further up.
As they reach the top of the ladder, the two finally make eye contact with the other one. Stevens rocks Carlson with a downward chop…
CHHHOOOP!!!
…which Carlson counters by doing the samething…
CHOOOOOP!!!
…in fact, the two order the other a plate full of chops as they go back and forth with it…
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
Stevens leans back a little bit from the pain, and this gives Elijah an opening to reach up and grab a hold of the hook that is holding up the 4CW title belt. Instead of coming back with another chop, Stevens does the same and tugs on the hook himself!
JOHNSON:“Both men have a hand on the belt!”
VASSA:“I can’t watch, but I want to. I can’t, but I must!”
JOHNSON:“Now both men begin to reach up with their other hands… my oh my!”
Carlson and Stevens lock both arms onto the hook with the title belt, they begin to tug which causes the ladder to become unstable in the process and they begin to sway side to side. More and more they sway in the middle of the ring, more and more the ladder rocks as well. That is, until…
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSH!!!
JOHNSON:“WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!”
The ladder hits up against the cage wall. The two competitors hang suspended over the ring holding onto the hook that holds the title belt neither man willing to let go. The crowd is to their feet, as the two try to hold onto the hook for dear life, each man knowing that the first man to let go is going to lose out on the title.
Stevens unloads with a headbutt! Carlson counters with a kick to the knee! Neither man can get much on the shots, they do it again. Carlson’s one arm breaks its grip, Stevens hits another headbutt.
JOHNSON:“This could be it! This could be all over!”
Carlson brings his free arm back up to the hook and he grabs on, he fires back with a couple more shots to the bum knee. Stevens counters by wrapping his massive legs around Carlson as he tries to pull him off that way… the belt and the two men sway back and forth until…
SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON:“IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! ELIJAH CARLSON HAS SURVIVED!! SCOTT STEVENS FALLING FROM THE HOOK ABOVE THE RING AND ELIJAH CARLSON HAS HELD ONTO HIS 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP HERE TONIGHT!”
VASSA:“I don’t believe it, I don’t fucking believe it. Scott Stevens put damned near all of his weight onto Elijah, but the champ held on, he held on and he’s still the champion.”
Elijah unhooks the belt and drops down into the ring, the referees have managed to open up the door, some attend to the fallen Scott Stevens while the other one raises the arm of Elijah Carlson into the air as “”Motivation” by T.I. plays out over the arena once again.
POWERS: “Here is your winner and STILL 4CW Champion, ELIJAH CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
The crowd shows respect here to the champion, as he begins to head out of the ring being carried by a couple members of staff.
JOHNSON: “That’s it for tonight folks!”
VASSA: “We had one hell of a show. A lot of action and a lot of title changes.”
JOHNSON: “The landscape here in 4CW has changed drastically here tonight and it’s only going to lead to bigger things as we head into South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: “In just two months baby! We’re going to Miami!”
JOHNSON: “Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as he head to the Mohegan Sun Arena in Uncasville, Connecticut for Adrenaline!”
VASSA: “I can’t wait to see what’s in store and all the fallout following here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “That’s a wrap, from everyone here at 4CW, we wish you a safe night and we’ll see you in two weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
CAGED LADDER MATCH
SCOTT STEVENS VS. ELIJAH CARLSON ©
POWERS: “Ladies and gentleman, the following Caged Ladder Match will be for the 4CW Championship!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
The video screen lights up 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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS:”Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.”
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
POWERS:”Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… this…is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens has had a change of attitude here recently, but it is has paid off greatly as he has earned this title shot against the King of the Royal Family, Elijah Carlson.”
VASSA:“Stevens has got to be thinking that this is probably his last best shot at the biggest prize in all of the game.”
JOHNSON:“Exactly, one should think that he’s going to leave it all out there in that cage here tonight.”
As Scott Stevens stands in the ring waiting for the champion to make his appearance, the video screen suddenly lights up with static before a shot of Eli Carlson appears. Beneath the shot of him read the words “moments ago.” After a few seonds of silence, Eli turns his attention to the camera and speaks.
E. CARLSON: ”Do you feel it in the air, Boston? A true champion is waiting to bring his kingdom to your city. Here in just a few moments Scott Stevens and I will go toe to toe in that very ring. My 4CW Championship will dangle in the air waiting for an unqualified, ungrateful and unworthy usurper to attempt to claim it for himself, or for the rightful king to bring his crown jewel back home with him.”
The rumble of Scott Stevens entrance music that had just played moments earlier can be heard softly, causing Eli to sneer.
E. CARLSON: ”Speak of the devil himself. Scott Stevens finds himself in waters deeper than he ever expected. When you witness what happens tonight remember that your king was gracious enough to give him the opportunity to escape this. I gave him a choice and he chose not to listen to my advice. Why would he do such a thing, you ask? The world will never know. Is it pride? Is it ego? In the end does it matter? The result is the same. Your king, Elijah Carlson, will soon descend upon him with the wrath and fury of God’s own hand and it will be no one’s fault but his own.”
With a smirk, Eli takes a step back and places his hand on the black curtain that would, eventually, lead him out from the backstage area and into the main portion of the arena.
E. CARLSON: ”The man who has passed the sentence is about to swing the sword.”
Pulling the curtain back, Eli nods at the camera.
E. CARLSON: ”Boston… the king arrives.”
The scene fades to static and once more the shot that we are left with is a wide shot of the ring and entrance ramp. And then the lights around the arena go dark aside from one singular spotlight pointed directly at the top of the entrance ramp. After a few seconds of silence a man dressed to the nine’s in a tuxedo comes out with a scroll in his hands, looking no worse for wear after being assaulted by Dakota Smith two weeks earlier, stopping in the middle of the spotlight as another worker runs out a microphone and a stand and sets it before the unnamed man. Slowly the man unravels the scroll and clears his throat.
HERALD: ”HEAR YE! HEAR YE! By royal decree, the King of Four Corners Wrestling COMMANDS YOU to rise from your seats and show some well deserved respect as King Eli makes his way to the ring. ALL RISE!”
Boo’s reign down upon the man loudly as he rolls the scroll back up and moves off to the side, standing with his arms at his side respectfully as the spotlight shuts off, plunging the entire arena into darkness. On the big screen, images of Elijah Carlson highlights flicker. A coronation kick to the temple of Chris Mosh, an Ascension leaping, twisting splash from the top rope onto Keith Daniels, and an image of Eli and Genie standing on top of the Warzone of Horrors cage scanning the crowd and the carnage around them are among the short bursts of images that are mixed in before once again the arena plunges into darkness. After a long moment of silence the sound of a fierce wind fills the arena before the opening beats of “Motivation” by T.I. ring forth over the speakers, the lights coming back on full blare as the big screen begins playing highlights of Eli’s career in 4CW again.
“Better get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell’em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It’s motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin’ get on yo job, nigga”
Finally emerging from the backstage area with his arms extended outward and a wide, arrogant grin on his face, Eli walks to the top of the entrance ramp and pauses, his arms slowly coming back down to grip the edges of the unzipped leather jacket. His eyes scan the crowd as the man in the tuxedo, who had been standing so respectfully still only moments earlier, bows low to the self proclaimed Prince of 4CW. As he bows, a group of other people come out from the backstage area and maneuver themselves around Eli. At his feet they begin to roll a red carpet down the entrance ramp for him to walk on. Instead of moving immediately down the ramp, however, Eli holds out his arm and waits patiently.
“You can look me in my eyes, see I’m ready for whatever
Anythang don’t kill me, make me better
I ain’t dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, and the deal, I’m still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain’t fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I’m a king, seen hangin’ with some cold killas
I ain’t never back down or ran from no nigga”
A moment later a stagehand steps out onto the stage and walks with a serious look on his face, moving directly to Eli. The man in the tuxedo presents the 4CW Championship belt, which the stagehand takes from him and then steps behind Eli, wrapping the belt around his waist and fastening it. Again, the man in the tuxedo bows to him, going so far as to allow his knee to touch the ground and rest there as he lowers his head. Without another moment passing, Eli begins his walk down the ramp toward the ring. Behind him the kneeling man stands and begins to roll the red carpet up behind them. Once at the bottom of the entrance ramp Eli removes his jacket, dropping it to the floor. After he had done so the man in the tuxedo retrieves it while Eli rolls himself into the ring and makes his way over to the far turnbuckle, unbuckling the championship from his waist and taking it into his right hand, climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms and belt in the air as the boo’s reign down even louder than before.
“I ain’t sat down yet, pimp, standin’ gorilla
Even if I’ma all alone or standin’ with four niggaz
Tell’em jump, pimpin’ it don’t get no realer
5’9″ with the soul of a 6’4″ nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can’t even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I’m outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?”
As the music fades, Powers moves to introduce him but the man in the tuxedo dismisses him with a wave of his hand, taking the microphone from the man first.
HERALD: Four Corners Wrestling is proud to present to you, standing six foot one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the 2016 Warzone of Horrors winner, the 2016 4CW Breakout Superstar, the 4CW Champion AND… The King of Four Corners Wrestling… ELIJAH CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
Eli hops down from the turnbuckle amidst a chorus of boo’s. He hands the belt off to the referee and then begins bouncing on the balls of his feet as he silently goes through his pre-match warm up.
JOHNSON:“The 4CW champion, the man who defeated Jair Hopkins for that belt now has to step inside that steel cage and retrieve the championship belt high overhead.”
VASSA:“Let’s hope he’s been practicing how to climb a ladder then.”
JOHNSON:“Ominously now, the cage door shuts. Two men in the cage, one man is going to emerge as the champion.”
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON:“And here we go, the 4CW title hangs high over head and one of these two men are going to be tasked with climbing to the top of the ladder and grabbing it first.”
VASSA:“Too bad the ladder is outside of the cage right now! They’re going to first have to get a ladder.”
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens facing down Elijah Carlson here, these two have gone back and forth recently with attacks and causing a lot of collateral damage in their wake.”
VASSA:“You included, Steve!”
The two begin to circle around the ring looking for an opening to strike the other one first. Carlson fakes a move, but then so does Stevens. Stevens goes for a lock-up, but Elijah ducks under. A frustrated Stevens backs off a little bit which this time causes Eli to charge in at him, but Stevens counters that with a drop toe hold! Carlson hits the mat hard and quickly Stevens is on top of him looking to lock in an armbar or various submission. Carlson fights back as Stevens locks the arm as he flips forward and back up to his feet with a nice looking escape.
JOHNSON:“A little bit of whatever you can do, I can do better early on this match played by the champ.”
VASSA:“I’m still hoping Stevens puts a boot square between the eyes here at some point.”
The two go back to circling around a little each other a bit, this time Stevens is able to get a proper collar and elbow tie-up going. This is quickly turned into a standing wristlock by Stevens as he pushes down onto the shoulder with some force. Carlson drops to a knee in pain, but then uses his acrobatic skills to do a front flip himself and in the process causes Scott Stevens to flip over the top of him turning into an armdrag takeover! Stevens pops right back up and charges in again, but is caught again by Carlson who hits another armdrag takeover. Stevens pops up for the second time, but this time Carlson leaps up into nailing a dropkick to the jaw of Stevens which causes the challenger to stumble backwards into the corner.
Carlson charges in at Stevens and leaps into the air connecting only with turnbuckle padding as Stevens is able to get out of the way fast enough. Eli bounces off right into the waiting arms of Stevens who locks in a rear waist lock and lifts him over to the top…
JOHNSON:“NO! Carlson lands on his feet as Stevens went for a release German suplex there.”
VASSA:“Reflexes like a cat, how annoying.”
Stevens gets back up to his feet and the champ is waiting there for him as he leaps up again and nails another dropkick, this time backing Stevens up against the ring ropes and nearly sending him crashing into the cage wall. Carlson is right back up to his feet and he charges forward…
CRRRRRRRRRRRASSSSSH!!!
…hitting nothing but the cage wall as Stevens does his best impression of a bullfighter!
JOHNSON:“The champ hits that unforgiving steel link fencing face first as Scott Stevens dips out of the way! Metal on skin, nothing ever good comes from that.”
VASSA:“Well, a little bit of payback to Carlson comes from that and that feels good to me.”
Carlson springs off the side of the cage wall stunned from the impact, Stevens instantly scoops him up after a kick to the midsection lifting him high into the air over his shoulders and drives him down…
SLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…slamming him into the mat with a vicious powerbomb! Carlson bounces off the mat from the impact of that move. Stevens thinks about blasting him again, but instead he begins to make his way to the cage door. Stevens leaps down from the apron to the floor below and begins to head towards one of the ladders that have been left on the outside of the ring.
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens is out of the ring and he’s looking for a ladder after delivering that vicious powerbomb onto the champion.”
VASSA:“Get it while you can, yeah. But Elijah is not going lay down here for the rest of the match, he’s going to still have some fight left him in even after that powerbomb.”
Stevens slides the ladder into the ring, by this time Elijah has gotten back up to his feet and runs towards the ladder and slides catching it with both of his boots sending the other end of the ladder right into the chest of Scott Stevens!! Stevens is rocked and hits the guard railing on the outside back first. Carlson then pulls the ladder fully into the ring and begins to set it back up in the middle of the ring. Stevens, holding his chest in some pain, begins to pull himself back into the ring. Carlson stops what he’s doing and charges into the corner where Stevens is and connects with a leaping dropkick targeting Stevens in his knee! The knee is shoved up against the cage wall causing Stevens to yell out in pain clutching his knee.
JOHNSON:“Vicious shot to the knee by Carlson! Eli’s targeting that injured knee of his opponent.”
VASSA:“If he can’t walk, he can’t climb a ladder.”
JOHNSON:“Carlson with a couple more boots to that knee now! The champion doing all that he can to just make that knee too painful for the massive frame of Scott Stevens to stand on.”
Carlson turns around and grabs the ladder which has fallen up against the ropes and he grabs it by the side and…
CRRRRASSSH!!
…bounces it off the skull of Scott Stevens one time! Not being too happy with it only bouncing one time, Elijah pulls the ladder back and throws it at his opponent one more time…
CRRRRRASSH!!!
…this time Stevens falls to the canvas covering his head. His legs are still tied up in the ring ropes as he falls to the mat. Carlson picks up the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring.
JOHNSON:“And now the champion begins to make the climb up the ladder towards the 4CW championship belt hanging high overhead. With each rung he gets closer and closer to getting his hands back on his title.”
VASSA:“Stevens still unable to get his feet out of the ropes.”
JOHNSON:“Eli’s halfway up to his belt, this could be the end here already for Scott Stevens.”
VASSA:“Eli’s having a little trouble climbing up, I think that ladder’s bent and wobbling some.”
JOHNSON:“Carlson’s got the title within his reach, just touching the belt with the fingertips…”
CCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!
JOHNSON:“ELIJAH CARLSON EATS THE CAGE WALL FROM THE LADDER! SCOTT STEVENS SHOVES HIM UP AGAINST THE CAGE! HE HAD THE BELT IN HIS GRASP, BUT STEVENS SENT HIM FOR THE RIDE!”
VASSA:“What a fall, what an incredible fall the champion just took.”
Carlson lays between the ropes and the cage wall, Stevens hobbles over towards the ladder and begins to pull it up to a standing position, however Carlson is able to grab the end of it which causes Stevens to stop what he’s doing. Stevens stomps onto Carlson and then pulls him back up to his feet with a handful of a hair. Carlson is still seemingly out on dream street as Stevens rocks him with a couple of right hands, Stevens breaks from him for a moment and lays the ladder on the mat flat. Stevens lifts the champion up onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry, which means only one thing as he flips the champ up and over…
CRRRRRRRRRRRASSSH!!!
…hitting a Death Valley Driver on Carlson right onto the unforgiving steel of the ladder!
JOHNSON:“HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM! And it’s a ladder to the back of Elijah Carlson!”
VASSA:“If that fall didn’t break something, I’m pretty sure that one did. Scott Stevens is just brutalizing the champion right now.”
JOHNSON:“I can’t say that I’m not jealous right now, after all the things Elijah Carlson has done to myself and you, Vinny.”
Carlson holds his back in some serious pain as he rolls off of the ladder, which looks a little bent from the impact, as Stevens looks up at the title. Stevens picks up the ladder and begins to try and pull it apart, however, due to the damage he’s having a bit of a problem. Carlson begins to pull himself back up to his feet in this time that Stevens gets more and more frustrated with the ladder. Just as Carlson gets up to his feet…
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRACKK!!!
…he gets nailed in the face as Stevens throws the ladder! Eli hits the deck again as Stevens gives up on getting the ladder over. Stevens doesn’t follow that up with anything and instead begins to head to the outside of the ring looking for another ladder to use in the ring. Once on the outside he finds another ladder left there and slides it into the ring and begins to head back in.
JOHNSON:“Stevens went and got himself another ladder!”
VASSA:“How many do we have down there?”
JOHNSON:“Enough for this match, hopefully.”
VASSA:“Wallace robbed a Menards!”
Stevens begins to set up the ladder in the middle of the enclosed ring, Carlson is still in the process of pulling himself back up to his feet and now there is a nice trail of blood that begins to leak down his forehead. Stevens begins to climb as Carlson stumbles around a bit, rung by rung Stevens gets closer but on the other side of the ladder Elijah Carlson begins to climb the ladder as well!
JOHNSON:“Both men are climbing the ladder towards the gold!”
VASSA:“Who is going to get to the top first? Who is going to hold onto the gold first?””
JOHNSON:“Carlson has caught up to Stevens and now the two begin to exchange right hands. Carlson nearly falling, but holds on and counters with a right hand of his own.”
VASSA:“Who’s going to take the plunge!?”
The two go back and forth with a couple of more shots, Stevens unloads with a huge haymaker shot which causes Carlson to slip a little bit down. This gives Stevens a chance to reach up for the gold, he clips it with the top of his fingers causing the belt to sway back and forth. Carlson charges up one more time and with both arms wraps his hands around the back of Stevens head and slams him face first into the top of the ladder…
SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…causing both men to fall from the ladder in the middle of the ring. Stevens hits back first, while Carlson is able to land pretty much on his feet. Carlson stumbles but then begins to crawl up the ladder once again.
JOHNSON:“There goes the champion with another chance at the title belt. He stunned Stevens with that jawbreaker off the top of the ladder and now looks to finish this match off.”
VASSA:“Better climb faster champ, Stevens is back up to his feet.”
JOHNSON:“Halfway up, and Stevens charges at the ladder…”
SLLLLLLLLLAM!!!
But that’s just the sound of the ladder hitting the mat as Scott Stevens drops it to the mat. Elijah Carlson was able to leap from the ladder to the cage wall hooking himself with his fingers and feet. The crowd is a bit stunned, as is Scott Stevens. Without thinking, Stevens begins to charge up the cage trying to go after Elijah Carlson. The two slowly begin to make their way up the ring as Stevens tries to pull Carlson off of the cage, and Elijah trying to get away from him.
JOHNSON:“Up the cage they go, perhaps Elijah thinking he might be able to leap towards the belt or something of that nature or…”
VASSA:“Or he’s just trying to stay away from Scott Stevens right now.”
JOHNSON:“Probably that, Vinny.”
Stevens grabs hold of Carlson’s leg as the two are near the corner of the cage. Stevens’ makes the climb up and the two are head and shoulders over the cage wall trading shots towards each other. Elijah tries attacking that knee of Stevens with some well placed kicks, but Stevens counters by grabbing Carlson by the back of the head and slamming into the top of the cage! Stevens does it a second time and Carlson nearly lets go, but just as he does Stevens grabs him on the way down…
SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!”!!
…turning the fall into a modified powerbomb from the top of the cage!! The crowd erupts as both men bounce off of the canvas a good foot or two in the process and then lay flat after the impact. Neither man looking too good after taking that shot.
JOHNSON:“POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! CARLSON’S HEAD AND BACK SLAMMING INTO THE CANVAS AS HE WAS DRIVEN DOWN BY SCOTT STEVENS!”
VASSA:“That’s a grade A car crash in the ring right now. Both men, both men are down after that one.”
JOHNSON:“An absolute hellacious fall there, Vinny. And still the only way to win this one is to climb the ladder another time at least.”
VASSA:“After a fall like that, do you think either man wants to think about that? Hell no, Steve. Hell no.”
Stevens is back up to his feet again, his eyes go from his opponent who is still trying to get back to his knees up to the title that hangs overhead of both of them. Sucking up any pain he might be feeling he staggers over towards one of the ladders lying in the ring and sets it up in the corner. He then makes his way over to where Elijah is getting back up to his feet still. Stevens helps him with a handful of hair and unloads with a couple of right hands which rock the champion into the opposite corner of the set-up ladder. Stevens sends Carlson across the ring with a whip…
CRRRRRRRRRASSH!!!
…Carlson nails the ladder back first with the impact from the whip! Stevens doesn’t wait for Carlson to take an additional breath before he charges across the ring and leaps into the air going for a massive splash into the corner…
CCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSH!!!
…missing the 4CW champion completely and hitting the ladder face first!! As he bounces off of the unforgiving steel ladder Carlson is waiting there for him and leaps up into the air and kicking Stevens with both feet in the back sending the Texan forward again…
CRRRRRRRAAAAAASH!!!
…face first into the ladder for a second time! Stevens collapses into the ladder and falls to the mat backwards.
JOHNSON:“That ladder doing so much damage in such a short time, momentum swinging back and forth between these two so quickly.”
VASSA:“Neither man wanting to back down, fighting through the pain and the injuries to try to outlast the other man at this point.”
JOHNSON:“That might be the key to winning this match, be the last one moving.”
Elijah Carlson leaps up into the corner with the ladder propped up into it and grabs a hold of the top of the ladder before he rides it down towards the body of Scott Stevens…
CCRRRRASSSH!!!
…slamming it down onto his body! Carlson rolls to his feet and looks towards the other ladder that was brought into the ring earlier. He quickly heads for it and begins to set it up as close to the center of the ring as possible. Slowly, Carlson begins to climb up one rung at a time. Stevens is slow to his feet, but as he sees Carlson climbing he grabs the ladder that landed on him and charges at Carlson with it nailing him in the back with the top of the ladder!
JOHNSON:“These two just brutalizing each other in this match. Just when you think one’s got a chance to get up to the top of the ladder, the other one just does something like use the ladder as spear!”
VASSA:“Pain just shot through every single nerve in Elijah’s body after that shot.”
JOHNSON:“Carlson slides down the ladder, right into the awaiting arms of Scott Stevens. Stevens lifts up the champion spinning him around…”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
VASSA:“Double S. Spinebuster!”
JOHNSON:“We’ve seen that move dozens of times from Scott Stevens, and every time it just seems to kill any momentum of his opponents. Could this be the moment that he needs to start to climb the ladder again?”
VASSA:“There’s no time like the present, but neither man has been able to keep the other long enough down to climb that ladder yet.”
Stevens picks up the ladder and eyes the title above him, instead of setting the ladder up in the middle of the ring he instead lays it across the middle of the ring and heads over to where a bloodied Elijah Carlson is starting to stir. Stevens unloads a couple of right hands across the forehead of the champion which gets the blood flowing once again. He then pulls the champion up to his feet and puts him into a standing scissors lock as he lines up to the ladder he laid across the middle of the ring.
JOHNSON:“Scott Stevens is going to try and break the back of Elijah Carlson here. That’s got to be the plan right now, drop him across the ladder back first.”
VASSA:“Well, if Eli can’t walk he’ll be unable to climb up. Unless he’s Batman, then all bets are off.”
Stevens goes to lift Elijah up for a powerbomb, but Elijah is able to stop it by falling to a knee. Stevens hits Elijah in the ribs with a couple of right hands, and then goes for another deadlift. This time Elijah is able to slip out of the powerbomb attempt as Stevens gets him up into the air. Carlson goes with a quick go behind and as Stevens spins around Carlson leaps up backwards…
SMMMMMACK!!!
…connecting with a Pele Kick! From the impact of the kick Stevens falls backwards and lands back first across the ladder in the middle of the ring. Elijah runs to ropes slinging himself off leaping up into the air…
CRRRRRRASSHH!!!
…nailing a double foot stomp to the midsection of Stevens ontop of the ladder!!
JOHNSON:“Oh my! Double foot stomp follows up the Your Coronation and Elijah Carlson has once again turned the tide in his favor.”
VASSA:“Too bad he’s got his opponent laying in the middle of the ring on top of the ladder.”
JOHNSON:“Very true Vinny, however, there is that second ladder.”
Carlson begins to drag the second ladder towards the middle of the ring. He stands it up and begins to try and rip it apart, slowly the ladder gives way and Elijah is able stand up the wobbly ladder on the ground. Elijah begins to make the climb, but quickly has to stop as Scott Stevens begins to pull at his feet. Carlson is able to shake him off with enough kicks and Stevens whips himself around the other side of the ladder and begins to climb up as well, the two continue to exchange right hands on the way up.
JOHNSON:“The two once again attempt to make the climb exchanging right hands on the way up.”
VASSA:“This has yet to end well for either one of these two tonight.”
JOHNSON:“Up and up they go, rights flying back and forth… wait… Stevens is grabbing the back of Elijah Carlson’s head, what does he have in mind here?!”
VASSA:“No idea, but it can’t be good…”
JOHNSON:“Stevens has got the champion…”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
VASSA:“HOLY SHIT!”
JOHNSON:“TOXIC STING!! TOXIC STING!! SCOTT STEVENS CONNECTS WITH A TOXIC STING FROM ABOUT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! ELIJAH CARLSON HAS BEEN LAID OUT COMPLETELY!!”
The crowd can’t believe it either, Scott Stevens driving the champion so hard into the mat that Elijah bounced at least three feet into the air from the impact after Stevens connected with the Ace Crusher. Both men lay there for a moment before Stevens begins to stir a little bit, he also took some damage from the fall but not nearly enough to keep him down for too long. Slowly Stevens picks himself back up and begins to crawl his way towards the ladder in the middle of the ring. Carlson pretty much lays still on his stomach, blood pools on the mat as a result of his injuries. Stevens begins to climb slowly, each rung seems like a challenge to him as he makes his way up to a standing position and then attempts the challenge of climbing.
JOHNSON:“You can see the toll that this match has put on the body of veteran like Scott Stevens. A man who has been around wrestling for a generation now, and to have a match like this… it’s amazing he’s still able to stand.”
VASSA:“Yeah, but can he climb?”
JOHNSON:“We’re about to find out.”
Stevens reaches up with one hand and pulls himself up with the other onto the first step, and then another, and another. Pretty soon he’s halfway up the ladder and making his way to the title belt that his eyes are fixated on.
JOHNSON:“Up he goes, up goes Stevens. Ascending towards the 4CW championship belt, the biggest prize in all of wrestling.”
VASSA:“Will the Royal Family be shattered here tonight?!”
JOHNSON:“Another step closer.”
Stevens’ eyes close in on the title, his focus is just to get there. So much so, that he hasn’t seen that Elijah Carlson has been able to get back up onto his feet. Elijah charges at Scott Stevens, but Stevens is able to counter it and nail Carlson in the face with a back kick. This sends Elijah stumbling into the ring ropes, he slings himself off of the ropes to the other side of the ring and off of those ropes, Eli leaps up…
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
…connecting with a sick kick after leaping up the ladder nailing Stevens in the midsection and sending him crashing to the mat once again. Carlson too nails his tailbone on the canvas, but nearly bounces back up to his feet in the process.
JOHNSON:“Red Light Special from the champion and that one shifts the momentum right back to him!”
VASSA:“He uses the ladder as springboard and get to the height to connect with that kick. Incredible.”
JOHNSON:“Considering the punishment he’s been through in this match? Yes, incredible display there by the champion.”
Carlson doesn’t go for the climb of the ladder, instead he makes his way over to where the other ladder is and picks that one up and sets it down close to one of the corners. He then turns his attention towards Scott Stevens, standing over his body for a moment the champion leans down and slaps him across the face shouting at his opponent. Possibly to wake up Stevens. Then Carlson pulls the big Texan back up to his feet and in a single motion scoop slams him back first across the downed ladder. That’s when the champion heads towards the corner turnbuckle and begins to climb up to the top ropes.
Carlson stands holding the cage walls with each of his hands as looks out towards the crowd while Stevens lays across that ladder. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as Carlson leaps high into the air twisting his body around into a Phoenix Splash…
CCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSH!!!
…hitting nothing but the ladder as Scott Stevens is able to roll out of the way at the last possible moment!! Carlson’s chest bounces off of the ladder and the sound of air rushing from his lungs can be heard over the entire arena.
JOHNSON:“Oh my God! Carlson went for the Ascension and ended up hitting only the ladder in the process!”
VASSA:“He might have broken a couple of ribs from the impact of that one, Steve! That might have been the break that Stevens as needed to climb to the top of the ladder.”
Stevens gets back up to his feet and picks up the ladder that Elijah just landed on, he waits for the champion to begin to get back up to his feet somewhat before planting the ladder right into those ribs of Carlson with the ladder!! Using his strength he drives the champion into the corner with the ladder as a spear driving it further and further into his ribcage. Just as it looks like he’s done, Stevens charges into the corner and connects with a vicious European uppercut!
JOHNSON:“Debbie Does Dallas uppercut from Stevens!”
VASSA:“What a great film, and what a great job of trapping Elijah Carlson into the corner with that ladder he has done now. The road is clear for Stevens to climb to the top now!”
JOHNSON:“It seems that way, Vinny.”
Stevens turns his attention to the ladder in the middle of the ring and begins to climb the ladder, Carlson struggles to move the ladder that has been stuck in his gut. As Stevens gets up the ladder, Carlson picks up the one in front of him and charges towards his opponent. At the last moment, Stevens leaps out of the way which causes Eli to hit the other ladder with his ladder knocking it over. As Carlson drops the ladder, Stevens waits for him to turn around…
SMMMMMMMMMMACK!!!
…smacking him in the face with Superkick right to Carlson’s jaw!
JOHNSON:“Remember the Alamo! Right in the face with that vicious kick!”
VASSA:“Carlson just falling to the mat after that one.”
JOHNSON:“What’s Stevens doing now? He’s pulling up Carlson by the hair and heading to the outside of the ring? What the–?”
Indeed he is Steve. Stevens picks up the champion and makes the referees on the outside open up the cage door as he flings the champion from the inside of the ring to the outside floor. Stevens follows him to the outside as well for good measure. Stevens unloads with a couple of right hands which back Carlson up against the guard railing, this gives Stevens the chance to grab the champion by the back of the head and attempt to throw him into the cage wall, but Carlson is able to put on the breaks with his arms and instead fires back with a couple of elbow shots to the face of Stevens.
Carlson then begins to strike at the bad knee of Stevens with a series of kicks. Stevens grabs at his leg in pain which gives the champion a chance to back up and charge in connecting with a double sliding dropkick right to that knee again. Stevens bends in half before falling to his knees in pain, the champion backs off and lifts up the apron and after a moment of looking for something emerges with a folded steel chair. Carlson rears back and swings the chair about as hard as humanly possible at Stevens’ head…
SSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!
…hitting nothing but the corner of the cage! Stevens is able to duck under at the last moment and pushes himself back up to his feet in the process. He grabs the stunned champion from behind the neck and in a sudden motion leans back…
TTTTTHHHHHHUD!!!
JOHNSON:“Scorpion Death Drop! Scott Stevens has just planted the champion on the outside of the ring. And now it’s Scott Stevens looking under the ring, what’s he going to get?”
VASSA:“He’s got to have a plan or looking for something specific, because there’s a perfectly good chair laying right there in front of him.”
From under the ring Stevens pulls out a long camera cord which he pulls at for a little bit before he turns his attention back to the champion. Carlson is back up to his feet and Stevens nails him with another right hand, the champion is rocked again and Stevens grabs him by the back of the head and proceeds to toss the champion up and over the guard railing and into the crowd!! The front row scatters as Elijah lands on the concrete after bouncing off a couple of chairs. Stevens doesn’t follow, but instead picks up the camera wire and slowly slides back into the ring favoring the bad knee of his.
JOHNSON:“What’s Scott Stevens have in mind here?”
VASSA:“I think he’s figured out a way to make it up the ladder, Steve.”
JOHNSON:“You don’t think he’s going to…”
Yeah. Stevens closes the cage door and begins to wrap the camera cord around the door and the rest of the cage, making sure that the knot is on the inside of the cage and would be unable to open from the outside. By this time Carlson has been able to get up and back over the guard railing, Stevens just laughs as Carlson tries clawing at the knot. Stevens turns his back to the champion and begins to head over towards the downed ladders in the ring, shuffling as he walks he begins to scoop up one of the ladders. Eli frantically tears at the camera cord trying to get back into through the cage door, Stevens doesn’t seem to be at all in a hurry as he places the ladder in the middle of the ring and walks around making sure he’s got it right under the 4CW championship.
JOHNSON:“Stevens tied the door shut, Carlson can’t get to the knot… we might have a new champion here tonight!!”
VASSA:“Great thinking there by Scott Stevens. Talk about a veteran move, there was going to be no other way to keep Elijah off of him long enough to climb that ladder so he locks him out of the cage. Genius move. Genius.”
JOHNSON:“A veteran of many cage matches, I am sure that Scott Stevens has never thought about this before tonight, but I agree it’s a wise move, Vinny.”
Carlson claws frantically now as Stevens begins to slowly ascend the ladder in the center of the ring. Carlson’s eyes look the cage and just like Spiderman he too begins to climb upwards.
JOHNSON:“The champ’s climbing the cage!”
VASSA:“Well, that’s the way to get out of being locked out. But can he make it in time?”
JOHNSON:“Up the ladder goes Scott Stevens, and up the cage goes the champion!”
Stevens begins to reach up towards the title just as Elijah Carlson reaches the top of the cage and begins to flip his legs over the top in the corner. Stevens and Carlson’s eyes lock as Stevens cracks a smile as he begins to reach up for the title belt, Elijah still have to climb down the cage and up the ladder. Stevens begins to reach with his other hand to unhook the belt when Eli doesn’t begin to climb down the cage wall, but instead stands up…
JOHNSON:“WHAT THE HELL!?!”
SSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
VASSA:“HOLY FU–DID YOU… DID I…?”
JOHNSON:“ELIJAH CARLSON JUST LEPT FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND CONNECTED WITH A RED LIGHT SPECIAL TO THE CHEST OF SCOTT STEVENS!! BOTH MEN SLAMMING INTO THE MAT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! I THINK VINNY MIGHT BE IN SHOCK RIGHT NOW!”
VASSA:“Did we catch that on camera, tell me we caught that.”
JOHNSON:“Yes we did, our fine camera crew caught all of that amazing death-defying move pulled off by Elijah Carlson.”
Both men are wiped out on the canvas, the crowd is besides itself standing in dead silence, shocked expressions on their faces, and trying to process what they are just saw. Still over all of the carnage in the ring the 4CW championship title hangs overhead.
JOHNSON:“What is it going to take? What is it going to take for one of these two men to capture the title atop of the ladder?”
VASSA:“Possibly a chainsaw, but I don’t know how you’d get it inside the cage right now… it’s locked up tight.”
JOHNSON:“Some of the officials on the outside have begun to tie and cut the knot of the camera cord tied around the door.”
Slowly and in a lot of pain Elijah Carlson begins to stir in the ring, he is followed back up to his feet by Scott Stevens. The two begin to crawl towards opposite sides of the ladder which is still standing in the middle of the ring. Elijah places a hand on the bottom rung, and then his other on the second rung. Scott does the same thing. The two begin their climb, neither seem to be paying too much attention to the other one.
Halfway up, neither man is moving all that much faster, the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as the two continue to ignore each other. Blood has dried on the face of Elijah, while bruises and bumps have appeared on the chest and back of Scott. Both men concentrate on the climb rather the pain in their bodies as they climb further and further up.
As they reach the top of the ladder, the two finally make eye contact with the other one. Stevens rocks Carlson with a downward chop…
CHHHOOOP!!!
…which Carlson counters by doing the samething…
CHOOOOOP!!!
…in fact, the two order the other a plate full of chops as they go back and forth with it…
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
CHOOOOOP!!!
Stevens leans back a little bit from the pain, and this gives Elijah an opening to reach up and grab a hold of the hook that is holding up the 4CW title belt. Instead of coming back with another chop, Stevens does the same and tugs on the hook himself!
JOHNSON:“Both men have a hand on the belt!”
VASSA:“I can’t watch, but I want to. I can’t, but I must!”
JOHNSON:“Now both men begin to reach up with their other hands… my oh my!”
Carlson and Stevens lock both arms onto the hook with the title belt, they begin to tug which causes the ladder to become unstable in the process and they begin to sway side to side. More and more they sway in the middle of the ring, more and more the ladder rocks as well. That is, until…
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSH!!!
JOHNSON:“WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!”
The ladder hits up against the cage wall. The two competitors hang suspended over the ring holding onto the hook that holds the title belt neither man willing to let go. The crowd is to their feet, as the two try to hold onto the hook for dear life, each man knowing that the first man to let go is going to lose out on the title.
Stevens unloads with a headbutt! Carlson counters with a kick to the knee! Neither man can get much on the shots, they do it again. Carlson’s one arm breaks its grip, Stevens hits another headbutt.
JOHNSON:“This could be it! This could be all over!”
Carlson brings his free arm back up to the hook and he grabs on, he fires back with a couple more shots to the bum knee. Stevens counters by wrapping his massive legs around Carlson as he tries to pull him off that way… the belt and the two men sway back and forth until…
SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON:“IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! ELIJAH CARLSON HAS SURVIVED!! SCOTT STEVENS FALLING FROM THE HOOK ABOVE THE RING AND ELIJAH CARLSON HAS HELD ONTO HIS 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP HERE TONIGHT!”
VASSA:“I don’t believe it, I don’t fucking believe it. Scott Stevens put damned near all of his weight onto Elijah, but the champ held on, he held on and he’s still the champion.”
Elijah unhooks the belt and drops down into the ring, the referees have managed to open up the door, some attend to the fallen Scott Stevens while the other one raises the arm of Elijah Carlson into the air as “”Motivation” by T.I. plays out over the arena once again.
POWERS: “Here is your winner and STILL 4CW Champion, ELIJAH CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
The crowd shows respect here to the champion, as he begins to head out of the ring being carried by a couple members of staff.
JOHNSON: “That’s it for tonight folks!”
VASSA: “We had one hell of a show. A lot of action and a lot of title changes.”
JOHNSON: “The landscape here in 4CW has changed drastically here tonight and it’s only going to lead to bigger things as we head into South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: “In just two months baby! We’re going to Miami!”
JOHNSON: “Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as he head to the Mohegan Sun Arena in Uncasville, Connecticut for Adrenaline!”
VASSA: “I can’t wait to see what’s in store and all the fallout following here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “That’s a wrap, from everyone here at 4CW, we wish you a safe night and we’ll see you in two weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”