Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 6:07:12 GMT
MAIN EVENT
EDDIE VALENTINE VS. SCOTT STEVENS
VASSA: “We have a good one in store for you next folks!”
JOHNSON: “That we sure do. Eddie Valentine has looked up to Scott Stevens ever since he was a kid and tonight, he’ll step into the ring against his childhood hero.”
VASSA: “They’ve been in the ring together before but tonight will be the first time it’s only them and no one else. The last time, which was two weeks ago in fact, Eddie has said to have been disappointed with his hero’s performance.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been an interesting exchange between the two over the last few weeks. Some would even question if Scott Stevens’ career is slowly diminishing.”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t go that far! The talent pool here in 4CW is deep. Losses happen and with talent like this on deck, it’s literally anyone’s night to grab the win.”
JOHNSON: “Both men have been on a bit of a losing streak you could say. A win for either will definitely move them in the right direction. But what will it do for the one who doesn’t have their hand raised at the end?”
VASSA: “It just puts them back to where they were before tonight’s match. No one is going to come in here and get easy wins. It’s how they handle defeat and push forward that defines them.”
DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, our following main event is scheduled for one fall!”
Lights out.
The four screens that make up the entrance set for 4CW click on one at a time to static. After a couple of seconds a human hand appears within the static of each of the four screens. Then one by one, with a heavy crashing sound each of the screens appears to be smashed by an unseen force, when the fourth one is smashed the lights of the arena flash back on and standing in a spotilght in the middle stage is none other than Eddie Valentine. Just then the opening of “Renegades of Funk” by Rage Against the Machine begins to play out over the arena. Valentine has a smirk on his face, a cocky and confident look on his face and walks with a strut that matches that. He is wearing a t-shirt which reads ‘Grab’em by the Fupa’ in 1980’s style neon font — the GRAB’EM and FUPA are enlarged so you can read them. Closely behind is none other than his entertainment lawyer, Chris Wrigley. Wirgley makes sure to stay a few steps behind at all times clutching his briefcase tightly and looking around threatening to serve anyone who gets to close to him with a lawsuit.
POWERS: “From the Entertainment Capital of the World, Atlantic City! Standing in at five foot ten inches, and a slim trim one hundred ninety-seven pounds, he is the two thousand and fifteen Pie Eating champion of the worrrrrrrrrrrrrrld! Here is EDDIE VVAALLEENNTTIINNEE!!!
Just as Valentine hits the ring with Barnes, Valentine heads to the ring ropes and removes his t-shirt which he tosses into the crowd for some lucky kid to have. At the same time Barnes tries to make sure that the referee is on the up and up, even trying to get him to sign a wavier or something. Slowly Valentine takes off his sunglasses and soaks in the spotlight one last time before his music begins to fade and the house lights return to normal.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. 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 the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
VASSA: “I just don’t see it. He looks to have plenty of more fight left in him.”
JOHNSON: “I guess we’ll find out soon enough when he steps through those ropes and faces off with what could have been his biggest fan at one point in time.”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: “Introducing at this time, coming to the ring from the great state of Texas, by way of Houston!”
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 six feet, six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds…”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his Eddie.
POWERS: “This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
JOHNSON: “Well both men are now in the ring and there’s only one thing left to do!”
VASSA: “Watch closely folks because we’re going to find out first hand whether this old dog still has a lot of fight in him or if the younger generation will take him to pasture.”
JOHNSON: “I can feel the energy radiating from the ring as we speak. These two are going to blow the roof off of the Greensboro Coliseum Complex.”
VASSA: “Awesome! Maybe we won’t ever have to come back to this shit city again!”
Bouncing back and forth in his corner, Eddie is eager to get things started as his eyes remain locked on Stevens. Across the ring, Stevens pulls on the top rope a few times before standing tall and cutting his eyes in Eddie’s direction. As both men appear to be ready, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Bursting from his corner, Eddie charges straight ahead for Stevens. As he closes in, Eddie draws back for a running punch, leaving his midsection open for Stevens to counter with a kick to the gut. Lunging over, Eddie is stopped in his tracks as Stevens slams a couple of forearm shots across the top of his back, knocking him down to his knees.
Stepping behind Eddie, Stevens pulls him up to his feet before locking in a half nelson. Lifting Eddie off his feet, Stevens then dumps him on his head with a suplex, forcing Eddie’s body to flop over onto his stomach in the center of the ring. Pushing himself up, Stevens walks over beside Eddie’s head. He then hits him in the side of the head with multiple knee drops, using the knee brace as a weapon.
Pulling Eddie up to his feet, Stevens then whips him to the far corner with all of his strength. As Eddie hits the corner, his feet shoot up into the air and as they touch down, Stevens is right there nearly taking his head off with a running clothesline. Stevens then lifts Eddie into the air and sits him on top of the corner.
VASSA: “Scott looks to have plenty of fight in him if you ask me.”
JOHNSON: “He’s off to a quick start, hitting Eddie with back to back moves of raw power.”
Stevens then climbs the turnbuckle, stepping up to the middle ropes. Holding Eddie’s head in place with his left hand, Stevens then draws back with his right. He then takes a swing downward for Eddie’s head.
JOHNSON: “Save yourself Eddie!”
Before Stevens can land the punch, Eddie hits him in the stomach with a forearm shot, knocking him off balance. Stevens keeps his hold on Eddie’s head, keeping himself from falling backwards. Drawing back once more, Stevens goes for another punch but gets interrupted as Eddie hits him with a second shot to the gut. Popping up from a seated position, Eddie slams both fists onto Stevens’ chest, sending him falling backwards off the corner and crashing down to the canvas.
VASSA: “That’s no way to treat your childhood hero!”
Hitting the mat hard, Stevens quickly pushes himself back to his feet and as he does, Eddie leaps from the corner and wipes him out with a flying knee strike to the face.
JOHNSON: “He should have seen that coming!”
VASSA: “Maybe the old man’s vision is going bad?”
JOHNSON: “I’m not buying it!”
On his feet, Eddie begins kicking and stomping on Stevens. Eddie then turns to the right and takes off for the ropes across the ring. Hitting them and coming back with even more speed, Eddie slides feet first to the mat, planting both feet into Stevens’ head with a sliding drop kick! Rolling over to his side and pushing himself up to all fours, Eddie then crawls over Stevens and grabs onto his head with both hands. Holding his head in place, Eddie then begins driving knee shots into Stevens head. One by one, Eddie knocks Stevens into a daze with each landing knee strike.
Pulling Stevens up to his feet, Eddie locks onto his wrist and then goes to whip him to the ropes. Just as Eddie goes to release him, Stevens reverses and throws Eddie towards the ropes instead. As Eddie comes back on the rebound, Stevens lifts him into the air and drives him into the canvas with a powerslam! Hooking Eddie’s leg, Stevens goes for the pin as the official slides in for the count.
ONE
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.
TW–
Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Eddie breaks up the officials count as Stevens shakes his head in disbelief.
JOHNSON: “Close but only a two count.”
VASSA: “How embarrassing would it be if Eddie lost that quickly after talking such a big game about Stevens being over the hill.”
JOHNSON: “We see it time and time again.”
Pushing himself up, Stevens hovers over Eddie, yelling at him before slapping him across the top of the head. He then pulls Eddie to his feet and positions himself beside him. Grabbing onto him, Stevens then drops Eddie face first into the mat with a forward Russian leg sweep. Up to one knee, Stevens then runs his mouth a little more to Eddie before slapping him across the back of the head again. He then stands tall and pulls Eddie up as well. Stepping in beside him, Stevens goes for another forward Russian leg sweep but this time catches an elbow to the mouth as Eddie counters.
Stumbling to the side, Stevens releases Eddie after the shot to the mouth. Rubbing his hand over his lips, Stevens smears blood across his fingertips from his lip being busted open. He then looks to Eddie to smirks back in return before charging in and taking a swing for his head. Throwing his arm up, Stevens blocks the incoming punch and pushes Eddie back a few steps. Lunging forward, Stevens swings with all of his weight behind a punch for Eddie’s face. Ducking out of the way and side stepping Stevens, Eddie takes him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold.
VASSA: “Let me know how that canvas tasted after the show!”
JOHNSON: “I would imagine that it tastes like sweat.”
VASSA: “To say the least…”
Bounding up from the mat, Stevens instantly pushes himself up to all fours but not before Eddie who has already risen. Running to the ropes close by, Eddie comes back on the rebound and flips Stevens over to his back with a running knee lift to the face. Eddie then turns around and races over to the nearest corner, climbing up to the top. Looking over the crowd, Eddie showboats for a few moments before pointing to a fan holding a sign in the crowd.
BLAZIN’ CHAMPION
As the sign brings a smile to Eddie’s face, a sick look then comes over him at the thought of what happened after the contest a few years back. Eddie then shakes it off and leaps backwards, flipping through the air and coming down across Stevens’ body with a moonsault. As Eddie hooks the leg, the official races over for the count.
ONE
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.
TWO
JOHNSON: “Scott kicks out!”
VASSA: “Almost there! Too bad almost doesn’t cut it!”
After a kick out by Stevens, Eddie wastes no time and quickly rises to his feet. Pulling Stevens up to his feet, Eddie spins him around and grabs ahold of him. He then goes to lift Stevens up for a belly to back suplex but Stevens locks his leg with Eddie’s, keeping himself down. Throwing an elbow back, Stevens drives it into Eddie’s face, knocking him back a few steps and against the ropes. Turning around instantly, Stevens then takes off and charges towards Eddie. Dropping his shoulder and diving forward, Stevens tackles Eddie through the ropes and then two crash down to the floor below on the outside of the ring.
VASSA: “Hold shit!”
JOHNSON: “The fight has now come to the outside of the ring folks!”
As both men throw punches and roll around the floor, the official begins the ten count from the inside.
“One! … Two!”
Ignoring the officials count, the two men continue to roll around the floor, pounding away with lefts and rights.
“Three! … Four! … Five!”
On top, Stevens connects with a power punch right between Eddie’s eyes, knocking the back of his head against the floor. He then pushes himself up.
“Six!”
Shaking off the blows to the head, Eddie then pushes himself up and looks ahead to Stevens backing up towards the ring.
“Seven!”
Charging towards Stevens, Eddie then lunges forward with both arms extended. Stepping out of the way, Stevens connects with a drop toe hold, forcing Eddie to crash face first against the top of the apron before bouncing off and flopping over to his back on the floor.
“Eight!”
VASSA: “GODDAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: “Eddie just took himself out!”
Climbing back to his feet, Stevens looks down to Eddie with a smirk on his face before turning to the ring.
“Nine!”
Stevens then rolls underneath the bottom rope, entering the ring.
“Ten!”
JOHNSON: “Eddie has been counted out! Stevens wins it!”
VASSA: “Oh man, talk about a surprise ending.”
JOHNSON: “This wasn’t how I expected it to happen.”
VASSA: “After all the talk about Stevens not having it anymore, the way Stevens won here tonight is going to sting even more.”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as Stevens stands to his feet, looking down to Eddie below who is slowly beginning to come to his senses. Backing up towards the center of the ring, Stevens stands victorious as the official grabs his arm and raises it into the air.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner, by countout, SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
Pulling his arm away from the official, Stevens approaches the ropes where Eddie is still down on the outside. Leaning over the top, Stevens begins taunting Eddie as he slowly begins pushing himself up to a seated position. The two lock eyes as Stevens continues talking trash and Eddie looks on in disappointment.
JOHNSON: “That concludes the final Adrenaline before Winter Wasteland folks!”
VASSA: “We had a short show tonight but quite a bit of action as we head into the pay-per-view next week.”
JOHNSON: “Just one more week until 4CW steps outside of US boundaries and expands out footprint.”
VASSA: “It’s been long enough. Now we just have one more week. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
JOHNSON: “That sounds like a plan. Well folks, be sure to tune in next week for the groundbreaking pay-per-view, Winter Wasteland. We’re headed to England for the first time in 4CW history!”
VASSA: “You aren’t going to want to miss this one folks. We have one hell of a lineup in store for you all. All 4CW singles championships will be on the line.”
JOHNSON: “From us here at 4CW, we hope you all have a happy holiday and we’ll see you next week! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Merry Christmas to all!”
EDDIE VALENTINE VS. SCOTT STEVENS
VASSA: “We have a good one in store for you next folks!”
JOHNSON: “That we sure do. Eddie Valentine has looked up to Scott Stevens ever since he was a kid and tonight, he’ll step into the ring against his childhood hero.”
VASSA: “They’ve been in the ring together before but tonight will be the first time it’s only them and no one else. The last time, which was two weeks ago in fact, Eddie has said to have been disappointed with his hero’s performance.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been an interesting exchange between the two over the last few weeks. Some would even question if Scott Stevens’ career is slowly diminishing.”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t go that far! The talent pool here in 4CW is deep. Losses happen and with talent like this on deck, it’s literally anyone’s night to grab the win.”
JOHNSON: “Both men have been on a bit of a losing streak you could say. A win for either will definitely move them in the right direction. But what will it do for the one who doesn’t have their hand raised at the end?”
VASSA: “It just puts them back to where they were before tonight’s match. No one is going to come in here and get easy wins. It’s how they handle defeat and push forward that defines them.”
DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, our following main event is scheduled for one fall!”
Lights out.
The four screens that make up the entrance set for 4CW click on one at a time to static. After a couple of seconds a human hand appears within the static of each of the four screens. Then one by one, with a heavy crashing sound each of the screens appears to be smashed by an unseen force, when the fourth one is smashed the lights of the arena flash back on and standing in a spotilght in the middle stage is none other than Eddie Valentine. Just then the opening of “Renegades of Funk” by Rage Against the Machine begins to play out over the arena. Valentine has a smirk on his face, a cocky and confident look on his face and walks with a strut that matches that. He is wearing a t-shirt which reads ‘Grab’em by the Fupa’ in 1980’s style neon font — the GRAB’EM and FUPA are enlarged so you can read them. Closely behind is none other than his entertainment lawyer, Chris Wrigley. Wirgley makes sure to stay a few steps behind at all times clutching his briefcase tightly and looking around threatening to serve anyone who gets to close to him with a lawsuit.
POWERS: “From the Entertainment Capital of the World, Atlantic City! Standing in at five foot ten inches, and a slim trim one hundred ninety-seven pounds, he is the two thousand and fifteen Pie Eating champion of the worrrrrrrrrrrrrrld! Here is EDDIE VVAALLEENNTTIINNEE!!!
Just as Valentine hits the ring with Barnes, Valentine heads to the ring ropes and removes his t-shirt which he tosses into the crowd for some lucky kid to have. At the same time Barnes tries to make sure that the referee is on the up and up, even trying to get him to sign a wavier or something. Slowly Valentine takes off his sunglasses and soaks in the spotlight one last time before his music begins to fade and the house lights return to normal.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. 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 the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
VASSA: “I just don’t see it. He looks to have plenty of more fight left in him.”
JOHNSON: “I guess we’ll find out soon enough when he steps through those ropes and faces off with what could have been his biggest fan at one point in time.”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: “Introducing at this time, coming to the ring from the great state of Texas, by way of Houston!”
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 six feet, six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds…”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his Eddie.
POWERS: “This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
JOHNSON: “Well both men are now in the ring and there’s only one thing left to do!”
VASSA: “Watch closely folks because we’re going to find out first hand whether this old dog still has a lot of fight in him or if the younger generation will take him to pasture.”
JOHNSON: “I can feel the energy radiating from the ring as we speak. These two are going to blow the roof off of the Greensboro Coliseum Complex.”
VASSA: “Awesome! Maybe we won’t ever have to come back to this shit city again!”
Bouncing back and forth in his corner, Eddie is eager to get things started as his eyes remain locked on Stevens. Across the ring, Stevens pulls on the top rope a few times before standing tall and cutting his eyes in Eddie’s direction. As both men appear to be ready, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Bursting from his corner, Eddie charges straight ahead for Stevens. As he closes in, Eddie draws back for a running punch, leaving his midsection open for Stevens to counter with a kick to the gut. Lunging over, Eddie is stopped in his tracks as Stevens slams a couple of forearm shots across the top of his back, knocking him down to his knees.
Stepping behind Eddie, Stevens pulls him up to his feet before locking in a half nelson. Lifting Eddie off his feet, Stevens then dumps him on his head with a suplex, forcing Eddie’s body to flop over onto his stomach in the center of the ring. Pushing himself up, Stevens walks over beside Eddie’s head. He then hits him in the side of the head with multiple knee drops, using the knee brace as a weapon.
Pulling Eddie up to his feet, Stevens then whips him to the far corner with all of his strength. As Eddie hits the corner, his feet shoot up into the air and as they touch down, Stevens is right there nearly taking his head off with a running clothesline. Stevens then lifts Eddie into the air and sits him on top of the corner.
VASSA: “Scott looks to have plenty of fight in him if you ask me.”
JOHNSON: “He’s off to a quick start, hitting Eddie with back to back moves of raw power.”
Stevens then climbs the turnbuckle, stepping up to the middle ropes. Holding Eddie’s head in place with his left hand, Stevens then draws back with his right. He then takes a swing downward for Eddie’s head.
JOHNSON: “Save yourself Eddie!”
Before Stevens can land the punch, Eddie hits him in the stomach with a forearm shot, knocking him off balance. Stevens keeps his hold on Eddie’s head, keeping himself from falling backwards. Drawing back once more, Stevens goes for another punch but gets interrupted as Eddie hits him with a second shot to the gut. Popping up from a seated position, Eddie slams both fists onto Stevens’ chest, sending him falling backwards off the corner and crashing down to the canvas.
VASSA: “That’s no way to treat your childhood hero!”
Hitting the mat hard, Stevens quickly pushes himself back to his feet and as he does, Eddie leaps from the corner and wipes him out with a flying knee strike to the face.
JOHNSON: “He should have seen that coming!”
VASSA: “Maybe the old man’s vision is going bad?”
JOHNSON: “I’m not buying it!”
On his feet, Eddie begins kicking and stomping on Stevens. Eddie then turns to the right and takes off for the ropes across the ring. Hitting them and coming back with even more speed, Eddie slides feet first to the mat, planting both feet into Stevens’ head with a sliding drop kick! Rolling over to his side and pushing himself up to all fours, Eddie then crawls over Stevens and grabs onto his head with both hands. Holding his head in place, Eddie then begins driving knee shots into Stevens head. One by one, Eddie knocks Stevens into a daze with each landing knee strike.
Pulling Stevens up to his feet, Eddie locks onto his wrist and then goes to whip him to the ropes. Just as Eddie goes to release him, Stevens reverses and throws Eddie towards the ropes instead. As Eddie comes back on the rebound, Stevens lifts him into the air and drives him into the canvas with a powerslam! Hooking Eddie’s leg, Stevens goes for the pin as the official slides in for the count.
ONE
.
.
TW–
Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Eddie breaks up the officials count as Stevens shakes his head in disbelief.
JOHNSON: “Close but only a two count.”
VASSA: “How embarrassing would it be if Eddie lost that quickly after talking such a big game about Stevens being over the hill.”
JOHNSON: “We see it time and time again.”
Pushing himself up, Stevens hovers over Eddie, yelling at him before slapping him across the top of the head. He then pulls Eddie to his feet and positions himself beside him. Grabbing onto him, Stevens then drops Eddie face first into the mat with a forward Russian leg sweep. Up to one knee, Stevens then runs his mouth a little more to Eddie before slapping him across the back of the head again. He then stands tall and pulls Eddie up as well. Stepping in beside him, Stevens goes for another forward Russian leg sweep but this time catches an elbow to the mouth as Eddie counters.
Stumbling to the side, Stevens releases Eddie after the shot to the mouth. Rubbing his hand over his lips, Stevens smears blood across his fingertips from his lip being busted open. He then looks to Eddie to smirks back in return before charging in and taking a swing for his head. Throwing his arm up, Stevens blocks the incoming punch and pushes Eddie back a few steps. Lunging forward, Stevens swings with all of his weight behind a punch for Eddie’s face. Ducking out of the way and side stepping Stevens, Eddie takes him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold.
VASSA: “Let me know how that canvas tasted after the show!”
JOHNSON: “I would imagine that it tastes like sweat.”
VASSA: “To say the least…”
Bounding up from the mat, Stevens instantly pushes himself up to all fours but not before Eddie who has already risen. Running to the ropes close by, Eddie comes back on the rebound and flips Stevens over to his back with a running knee lift to the face. Eddie then turns around and races over to the nearest corner, climbing up to the top. Looking over the crowd, Eddie showboats for a few moments before pointing to a fan holding a sign in the crowd.
BLAZIN’ CHAMPION
As the sign brings a smile to Eddie’s face, a sick look then comes over him at the thought of what happened after the contest a few years back. Eddie then shakes it off and leaps backwards, flipping through the air and coming down across Stevens’ body with a moonsault. As Eddie hooks the leg, the official races over for the count.
ONE
.
.
TWO
JOHNSON: “Scott kicks out!”
VASSA: “Almost there! Too bad almost doesn’t cut it!”
After a kick out by Stevens, Eddie wastes no time and quickly rises to his feet. Pulling Stevens up to his feet, Eddie spins him around and grabs ahold of him. He then goes to lift Stevens up for a belly to back suplex but Stevens locks his leg with Eddie’s, keeping himself down. Throwing an elbow back, Stevens drives it into Eddie’s face, knocking him back a few steps and against the ropes. Turning around instantly, Stevens then takes off and charges towards Eddie. Dropping his shoulder and diving forward, Stevens tackles Eddie through the ropes and then two crash down to the floor below on the outside of the ring.
VASSA: “Hold shit!”
JOHNSON: “The fight has now come to the outside of the ring folks!”
As both men throw punches and roll around the floor, the official begins the ten count from the inside.
“One! … Two!”
Ignoring the officials count, the two men continue to roll around the floor, pounding away with lefts and rights.
“Three! … Four! … Five!”
On top, Stevens connects with a power punch right between Eddie’s eyes, knocking the back of his head against the floor. He then pushes himself up.
“Six!”
Shaking off the blows to the head, Eddie then pushes himself up and looks ahead to Stevens backing up towards the ring.
“Seven!”
Charging towards Stevens, Eddie then lunges forward with both arms extended. Stepping out of the way, Stevens connects with a drop toe hold, forcing Eddie to crash face first against the top of the apron before bouncing off and flopping over to his back on the floor.
“Eight!”
VASSA: “GODDAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: “Eddie just took himself out!”
Climbing back to his feet, Stevens looks down to Eddie with a smirk on his face before turning to the ring.
“Nine!”
Stevens then rolls underneath the bottom rope, entering the ring.
“Ten!”
JOHNSON: “Eddie has been counted out! Stevens wins it!”
VASSA: “Oh man, talk about a surprise ending.”
JOHNSON: “This wasn’t how I expected it to happen.”
VASSA: “After all the talk about Stevens not having it anymore, the way Stevens won here tonight is going to sting even more.”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as Stevens stands to his feet, looking down to Eddie below who is slowly beginning to come to his senses. Backing up towards the center of the ring, Stevens stands victorious as the official grabs his arm and raises it into the air.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner, by countout, SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
Pulling his arm away from the official, Stevens approaches the ropes where Eddie is still down on the outside. Leaning over the top, Stevens begins taunting Eddie as he slowly begins pushing himself up to a seated position. The two lock eyes as Stevens continues talking trash and Eddie looks on in disappointment.
JOHNSON: “That concludes the final Adrenaline before Winter Wasteland folks!”
VASSA: “We had a short show tonight but quite a bit of action as we head into the pay-per-view next week.”
JOHNSON: “Just one more week until 4CW steps outside of US boundaries and expands out footprint.”
VASSA: “It’s been long enough. Now we just have one more week. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
JOHNSON: “That sounds like a plan. Well folks, be sure to tune in next week for the groundbreaking pay-per-view, Winter Wasteland. We’re headed to England for the first time in 4CW history!”
VASSA: “You aren’t going to want to miss this one folks. We have one hell of a lineup in store for you all. All 4CW singles championships will be on the line.”
JOHNSON: “From us here at 4CW, we hope you all have a happy holiday and we’ll see you next week! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Merry Christmas to all!”