Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 6:08:42 GMT
DOUBLE MAIN EVENT
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER MATCH
SCOTT STEVENS VS. EDDIE VALENTINE
VS. LAURYN WOLFE VS. GENEVIE CARLSON
VASSA: ”It’s time for our Double Main Event ladies and gentlemen!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s not really a double main event though, is it?”
VASSA: ”Sure it is. That’s what the card says.”
JOHNSON: ”But they’re not happening at the same time. This is really the pre-main event. It’s the appetizer leading up to the main course.”
VASSA: ”Or maybe this is like breakfast… and then the next match is like second breakfast.”
JOHNSON: ”Second bre-… what the hell are you on about Vincent?”
VASSA: ”You know… breakfast. Then second breakfast. Elevenses. Lunch. Afternoon tea. Dinner… Supper.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t even know how to begin to tell you to shut the hell up.”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall….”
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: ”Well maybe I should listen and shut up because I just don’t know what to say about Scott Stevens that hasn’t been said in the last month on multiple occasions.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s really been struggling lately that’s for sure. Perhaps tonight is the night he can turn things around. In all honesty all of the competitors in this first portion of the main event have had their fair share of struggles.”
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…”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
POWERS: ”This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”That stone cold stare isn’t as scary as it was when I first saw him.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t let him hear you say that. He’d hit you once and you’d never stop jiggling.”
Lights out.
VASSA: ”AHHHHHHHHH!”
JOHNSON: ”What?! Jesus Christ, Vinny!”
VASSA: ”Scares me every time, shutting the damn lights off like that.”
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 five foot ten inches, and a slim trim one hundred ninenty 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.
VASSA: ”See, now Eddie Valentine is a guy I can get behind. Look hos sweet those sunglasses are.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s coming off a tough loss on the last edition of Adrenaline to Matthias Barrows but of any of the eight competitors vying for a spot against Bryan Williams, Eddie might be the most deserving after beating Williams early in November.”
“Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles
Just what you’d expect inside her new Balenciaga
Vile romance, turned dreams into an empire
Self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers”
With the lights dimmed downed, a lone spotlight shines down at the center of the stage as the mid-tempo alternative pop sound of Halsley’s “New Americana” plays throughout the venue. As the song’s pace picks up a bit and nears the chorus, a figure can be seen slowly making its way onto the stage. The lone figure then makes its way to where the spotlight was shinning at. As the person stands there, the lights all around come back on just as the chorus blares out.
“We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred twenty-six pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, she is the “Unabashedly Unrefined”… LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”
With the lights bright, everyone can now see Lauryn Wolfe with her arm raised and her back towards them. Lauryn turns around and slowly surveys the crowd with a sly smirk across her face before making her way down to the ring. She completely ignores everyone, as she only has the ring in her main line of sight. As Lauryn reaches the ring, she slides in and scales the nearest turnbuckle once she gets up. Cupping her hands by her mouth, Lauryn howls out and then raises her hand up once more. With a more serious expression on her face, Lauryn looks around the venue once more before coming back down and leaning up against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to get underway.
VASSA: ”How much do you think it would cost for me to have Caleb Houston killed and then to have Lauryn accept me as her sugar daddy?”
JOHNSON: ”You know you’d have to actually spend money on her, right? You can’t just buy twinkies and funnel cakes and hope for the best.”
The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.
“Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest bitch is back,
I’m back part 2, part 2
I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”
Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 136lbs, she is THE BOSTON GENIE…GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”
Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.
“And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch
And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”
She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.
VASSA: ”Such a beautiful woman. Too bad her vagina has a body count now.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s going a bit far, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”Well it’s true.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe, but Genie has a mean streak to her which she put on display at Fright Night. I think you very well could be looking at your future Pride champion right now.”
VASSA: ”Maybe. I think it’s more likely that she’s harboring terrorist inside her cavernous vagina.”
JOHNSON: ”Seriously… you’re just asking for housewives with rolling pins to beat you to death.”
DING!!! DING!!!
The moment the bell sounds, Genie starts jawing at Lauryn who is directly across the ring from her. Mockingly, Genie rubs her head and juts out her lip bringing up memories of what she had subjected Lauryn too at the end of the match at fright night. The two women slowly start to step towards each other, pointing their fingers and scowling. Stevens and Valentine choose to stay out of it for the moment, enjoying the argument developing in the ring. A stinging slap from Lauryn to Genie is the first shot taken in the match, snapping Genie’s head to the left. Eddie’s mouth forms into an O shape as he raises a hand to cover it. Stevens, across the ring from Valentine, chuckles and shakes his head. They clearly don’t mind seeing Genie being slapped in such a fashion either. A moment later, Genie’s snaps back with a slap across Lauryns face and she delays no longer, grabbing a handful of Lauryns hair and slamming her down to the mat.
Lauryn, grabbing the back of her head, rolls out of the way and scrambles back to her feet. Genie, in immediate pursuit, backs her up into the corner and delivers a stiff chop across the chest of Lauryn. Wolfe turns to the side before being shoved back into the corner. Angrily, she shoves Genie back, giving her the separation she needed to lower her shoulder and dive out of the corner, spearing Genie to the mat. Immediately Lauryn scrambles up Genie’s body and mounts her, delivering forearms to the face of the former Fate champion.
Not wasting anymore time standing around, Stevens and Valentine find an empty space of ring to meet in and begin trading blows. It’s not the best strategy for Valentine as he’s the smaller man by far but he survives the first few exchanges and manages to duck underneath a wild swing from Stevens, moving to focus on the right knee of Scott Stevens which is protected by a hefty brace. Stevens expects it, however, and swivels quickly enough to catch Eddie off guard with a big clothesline, knocking the man flat onto his back. Quickly, Stevens drops an elbow across the chest of Eddie Valentine, causing the man to convulse on impact and clutch his chest in pain.
VASSA: ”After some mind games early on the action has been hot and heavy with all four competitors”
JOHNSON: ”Hot and heavy… Vinny this isn’t a porn shoot.”
VASSA: ”Unnnngggghhhh don’t put those thoughts of Lauryn in my headddOHHHH!”
JOHNSON: ”Schoolboy pin attempt by Eddie on Scott Stevens!”
Indeed, Eddie managed to roll Scott up and puts all of his weight down trying to keep Stevens from powering out.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
Having escaped Lauryn Wolfe, Genie dives and breaks up the pinfall attempt almost immediately after the two count. A bit dazed and in pain from the blows that Lauryn had delivered, Genie instead sets her sights on Eddie Valentine. Trying to catch his breath a look of relief crosses Eddie’s face as he recognizes he no longer has to deal with the big man who had nearly taken his head off with a clothesline. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s really not any better off having the former Fate champion coming after him as she kicked him in the stomach and then brought him down to the mat with a quick snap suplex. Back up to her feet, Genie pulls Eddie back up by his hair and then wraps her arms around his waist, lifting and tossing him down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex, showing off her feminine strength.
Seeing an opportunity to keep her momentum going, Lauryn turns her attention from Genie who had slipped away from her to Scott Stevens, who was incensed that he had nearly taken the defeat in a cheap way like a schoolboy roll up. Wolfe, trying to use her quickness, charges at Scott Stevens who has, as he is known for, scouted his opponent perfectly. Recognizing that she would try to use her speed, Stevens side steps the smaller woman at the last second and allows her to go crashing into the corner turnbuckle. Stumbling out of it backwards, Lauryn walks right into the waiting arms of the big man from Texas, who wraps his arms around her waist and executes not one german suplex, not two german suplexes, but three german suplexes before letting her go. Stunned, Lauryn rolls to the nearest rope and begins to pull herself up. As she is nearly back to a standing position, Stevens charges looking to deliver a vicious clothesline but Wolfe has him scouted this time and drops down, pulling the top rope with her and sending Stevens spilling over it and down to the outside of the ring.
In a moment of desperation, Lauryn grabs the top rope and uses it to vault herself over the top rope. She connects with a flying cross body to Stevens who hadn’t regained his balance after taking his tumble, being knocked down to the mat outside the ring. The fans cheer gleefully at the aerial display that Lauryn had just put on.
VASSA: ”It’s just back and forth action here tonight in the first half of our double main event.”
JOHNSON: ”At this point I think it would be impossible to tell who is going to move on to Winter Wasteland to compete for the Pride Championship.”
VASSA: ”Well ya don’t say, Steve. Great insight there.”
JOHNSON: ”Eat another bearclaw, Vinny.”
Wolfe and Stevens both work their way back to their feet. Lauryn is quick to place a dropkick to Stevens right knee, buckling him to a kneeling position. Feeling the momentum shift in her favor she bounces on her toes before hopping up onto the ring apron. She takes a few step backwards and then runs a few steps forward before leaping off and hooking her arm around the head of Scott Stevens, looking to spinning ddt him into the security barrier. Stevens, however, scouts it and uses his strength to toss Lauryn out into the crowd before he himself collapsed against the barrier, trying to catch his breath.
Back in the ring, Genie has Valentine ground and is going to work on him with repeated foot stomps to various parts of Eddie’s body. Valentine, trying to avoid the strikes, rolls and then crawls to the ropes, forcing the referee to make Genie allow him some separation. Reluctantly she backs off at the referees assistance. When she closes in on him again after the referee allows the match to continue, Eddie catches her with a stiff forearm to the jaw, stumbling her backwards. He then pushes her into the ropes and whips her across the ring. Genie rebounds and Valentine telegraphs his movie, bending over too early in preparation to toss her over his back. Genie meets him with a stiff kick to the chest standing him straight back up. Closing on him quickly, Genie grabs both of his ankles and pulls his feet out from under him, causing his back to slam off the mat. She’s quick and effective at rolling him over and applying Boston Strong, her own personal version of the Boston crab. Caught right in the center of the ring, Valentines face shows just how much pain he’s in as he searches for a way out of the hold. The ropes are too far away and she’s got the submission hold wrenched in tightly. Anxious, the fans cry out not wanting to see the self proclaimed Princess of 4CW walk away with the win.
Outside the ring, in the crowd, Lauryn has recovered. Unfortunately Scott Stevens has essentially made it there himself. Wolfe sees what is happening in the ring and charges forward, leaping up onto the security barrier and then across to the ring apron, leaving Scott Stevens behind. Valentines hand is raised in the air, it’s clear he’s a half second from tapping out as Lauryn leaps up to the top rope and uses it to springboard herself towards Genie, catching the woman squarely in the jaw with a springboard heel kick that breaks the submission hold and sends Genie tumbling to the mat.
Not wasting any time, Lauryn rolls Eddie over onto his back and hooks the leg.
ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
In the knick of time, Valentine manages to kick out. Lauryn, in shock, looks at the referee with pleading eyes, begging him not to tell her she didn’t get the three. The ref waves her off and tells her the match is not over as Eddie, doing everything in his power to get a moment to recover from the damage that’s been done, crawls over to the near corner and begins pulling himself up. Lauryn, seeing Eddie in the corner, charges and leaps to deliver a forearm smash to his face only to have Eddie scoot out of the way at the very last second, leaving her to bounce roughly off the turnbuckle pads. As Lauryn turns around to focus on Valentine she’s met with a springboard enziguri that drops her to the mat. Running quickly to the ropes once more, Valentine springboards off them again and flips, landing across Lauryn’s abdomen with a perfect moonsault.
Back in the ring Scott Stevens has set his sights on Genevie and has decided to use his superior strength to his advantage. Pulling her up by her hair, Stevens lifts Genie into a fireman’s carry position and then drops her down across his knees, her ribs colliding with them brutally with a beautiful firemans carry gutbuster. Deciding to try and marr Genie’s beauty a bit, Stevens delivers numerous knees to the face with his right knee that’s protected by the bulky brace. Crying out in pain, Genie tries her best to get away from Stevens but the big man is relentless. He pulls her up by her hair and hits Debbie Does Dallas, a brutal european uppercut that, upon connecting, becomes clear it has left Genie with the lights on and nobody home.
VASSA: ”Stop hitting my future wife, damn it, Valentine!”
JOHNSON: ”Future wife? Does she know she’s your future wife?”
VASSA: ”Look. These things take time, Steve. And if Eddie keeps hitting her in the head it’s going to take a lot longer.”
JOHNSON: ”I need a higher dosage of xanax to deal with you tonight.”
Continuing to show off his power, Scott Stevens positions Genevie perfectly and tosses her over his head with a pump-handle suplex. He’s quick, or at least as quick as an old dude his size can be, to get back to his feet and set his sights on her again. Pulling herself up to her feet at the ropes nearby, she gasps for air and shakes her head, trying to shake the cobwebs free. Stevens charges and once again is left to go tumbling out of the ring as Genie drops and pulls the top rope down. She collapses in the nearby corner with her back resting against the bottom turnbuckle.
At the same time in the ring, Lauryn is being waylaid by Eddie Valentine who has been putting on a seemingly endless display of aerial ability. From springboard kicks and flips to top rope frog splashes, Eddie Valentine has shown just how talented he is at the expense of Lauryn Wolfe. Trying once more to display how skilled he is he leaps to the top rope only to have Wolfe find a burst of energy and catch him off guard with a shove, sending him tumbling down to the floor outside the ring.
Opposite of Lauryn in the ring, Genie has pulled herself back up to a standing position. Lauryn, catching her breath, turns and sees Genie and makes eye contact with her. The two women shake their heads and move to the center of the ring, squaring off and exchanging right hands back and forth much to the delight of the crowd.
VASSA: ”Let’s be honest, folks. This is what we’ve been waiting to see unfold all night. Genevie Carlson and Lauryn Wolfe, one on one in the middle of the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”There’s no question there’s bad blood between these two. Genie’s had the upper hand for a while now but if you ask me, tonight is Lauryn’s night. Control yourself, Vinny.”
At the same time Scott Stevens and Eddie Valentine climb back up onto the ring apron and prepare to get back into the ring. And at the same time Lauryn and Genie sense what is coming and break off from engaging one another, delivering simultaneous superkicks to the jaws of Scott Stevens and Eddie Valentine, sending the sprawling on the floor outside the ring once more.
Lauryn turns back from having superkicked Scott Stevens off the ring apron to be met with a rake of the eyes by Genie. The referee, however, doesn’t spot it as he’s busy checking on the condition of the two men who had just tumbled once more to the floor. Sensing that the match is hers, Genie taunts the crowd and receives a chorus of hateful boos in response.
VASSA: ”I’m so sick of the Royal Family and their dirty tactics.”
JOHNSON: ”Weren’t you just praising them two weeks ago?”
Valentine, having recovered enough, slides back into the ring and goes after the celebrating Genie. He catches her off guard with a few clubbing blows to the back before grabbing her by the arm and whipping her towards the ropes. Genie, however, holds on and instead sends Valentine running to the ropes where he collides with Scott Stevens who, once more was trying to get back into the ring and had been standing on the ring apron. Valentine, colliding with him, knocks him down to the floor again. Poor guy. On the rebound, Valentine sprints back towards Genie and tries to clothesline Gen who ducks under. On the next rebound Genie jumps and Valentine runs under. As he bounces off the ropes a third time Stevens grabs him by the ankle and trips him up, causing him to faceplant before pulling him out of the ring.
Lauryn, having backed into the corner to buy herself time to recover, spins out of the corner and goes for Progression which Genie manages to duck under. As she ducks under Genie halts her momentum immediately and then ODE TO THE PRINCE pele kick, connects flush with Lauryn’s temple and drops Lauryn to the mat.
VASSA: ”That’s cheating! She stole that move from Eli!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s an effective move for him. Why shouldn’t she try and employ it in her own arsenal?”
VASSA: ”Because she just kicked my precious’s head in!”
JOHNSON: ”Get a grip Vinny! For Christ’s sake!”
Sensing the end of the match, Genie backs up to the ropes as Lauryn rolls over to her stomach and pushes herself up to her hands and knees. Genie takes two steps towards Lauryn and leaps into the air… STILETTO KISS! Her foot meets the back of Lauryn’s head perfectly and drives her face first down into the mat.
Immediately Genie drops to the mat and rolls Lauryn over onto her back, hooking the leg as outside of the ring Scott Stevens sends Eddie Valentine flying into the steel ring steps.
VASSA: ”NO NO NO PAY ATTENTION STEVENS YOU OVERSIZED APE!”
JOHNSON: ”What a turn of events!”
ONE
Stevens drops to a knee outside of the ring, catching his breath.
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TWO
Stevens recognizes what’s happening and, panicked, pushes himself up to his feet and slides into the ring
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THREE!!!
Stevens body crashes down across the back of Genevie a tenth of a second too late as the referee signal for the bell
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner…GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!
In the ring Stevens sits on his knees staring in disbelief. Genie, having rolled off to the side, holds her back and has her arm raised in the air by the referee, a pained grin showing just how much the match had taken out of her. Outside the ring, Eddie Valentine holds the back of his head, his face a mask of disappointment.
VASSA: ”This is such bullshi-”
JOHNSON: ”What he means to say, folks, is that that was one hell of a show all four competitors just put on.”
VASSA: ”No. What I meant to say is that I hope Scott Stevens is sterile. I hope Eddie Valentine goes bald and I hope Genie gets an STD and dies.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s a bit extreme don’t you think?”
VASSA: ”No. I don’t think so. The female version of Sauron just became a contender for the Pride Championship at Winter Wasteland.”
JOHNSON: ”She did indeed and in just a few moments we’ll find out who the final contender for the Pride Championship will be. Stay tuned folks, there’s still so much more action to come.”
Genie takes to the turnbuckle in celebration as “Killing These Hoes” plays over the sound system until the scene fades backstage.
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER MATCH
SCOTT STEVENS VS. EDDIE VALENTINE
VS. LAURYN WOLFE VS. GENEVIE CARLSON
VASSA: ”It’s time for our Double Main Event ladies and gentlemen!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s not really a double main event though, is it?”
VASSA: ”Sure it is. That’s what the card says.”
JOHNSON: ”But they’re not happening at the same time. This is really the pre-main event. It’s the appetizer leading up to the main course.”
VASSA: ”Or maybe this is like breakfast… and then the next match is like second breakfast.”
JOHNSON: ”Second bre-… what the hell are you on about Vincent?”
VASSA: ”You know… breakfast. Then second breakfast. Elevenses. Lunch. Afternoon tea. Dinner… Supper.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t even know how to begin to tell you to shut the hell up.”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall….”
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: ”Well maybe I should listen and shut up because I just don’t know what to say about Scott Stevens that hasn’t been said in the last month on multiple occasions.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s really been struggling lately that’s for sure. Perhaps tonight is the night he can turn things around. In all honesty all of the competitors in this first portion of the main event have had their fair share of struggles.”
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…”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
POWERS: ”This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”That stone cold stare isn’t as scary as it was when I first saw him.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t let him hear you say that. He’d hit you once and you’d never stop jiggling.”
Lights out.
VASSA: ”AHHHHHHHHH!”
JOHNSON: ”What?! Jesus Christ, Vinny!”
VASSA: ”Scares me every time, shutting the damn lights off like that.”
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 five foot ten inches, and a slim trim one hundred ninenty 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.
VASSA: ”See, now Eddie Valentine is a guy I can get behind. Look hos sweet those sunglasses are.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s coming off a tough loss on the last edition of Adrenaline to Matthias Barrows but of any of the eight competitors vying for a spot against Bryan Williams, Eddie might be the most deserving after beating Williams early in November.”
“Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles
Just what you’d expect inside her new Balenciaga
Vile romance, turned dreams into an empire
Self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers”
With the lights dimmed downed, a lone spotlight shines down at the center of the stage as the mid-tempo alternative pop sound of Halsley’s “New Americana” plays throughout the venue. As the song’s pace picks up a bit and nears the chorus, a figure can be seen slowly making its way onto the stage. The lone figure then makes its way to where the spotlight was shinning at. As the person stands there, the lights all around come back on just as the chorus blares out.
“We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred twenty-six pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, she is the “Unabashedly Unrefined”… LAURYN WWOOLLFFEE!!!”
With the lights bright, everyone can now see Lauryn Wolfe with her arm raised and her back towards them. Lauryn turns around and slowly surveys the crowd with a sly smirk across her face before making her way down to the ring. She completely ignores everyone, as she only has the ring in her main line of sight. As Lauryn reaches the ring, she slides in and scales the nearest turnbuckle once she gets up. Cupping her hands by her mouth, Lauryn howls out and then raises her hand up once more. With a more serious expression on her face, Lauryn looks around the venue once more before coming back down and leaning up against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to get underway.
VASSA: ”How much do you think it would cost for me to have Caleb Houston killed and then to have Lauryn accept me as her sugar daddy?”
JOHNSON: ”You know you’d have to actually spend money on her, right? You can’t just buy twinkies and funnel cakes and hope for the best.”
The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.
“Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest bitch is back,
I’m back part 2, part 2
I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”
Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 136lbs, she is THE BOSTON GENIE…GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!”
“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”
Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.
“And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch
And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”
She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.
VASSA: ”Such a beautiful woman. Too bad her vagina has a body count now.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s going a bit far, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”Well it’s true.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe, but Genie has a mean streak to her which she put on display at Fright Night. I think you very well could be looking at your future Pride champion right now.”
VASSA: ”Maybe. I think it’s more likely that she’s harboring terrorist inside her cavernous vagina.”
JOHNSON: ”Seriously… you’re just asking for housewives with rolling pins to beat you to death.”
DING!!! DING!!!
The moment the bell sounds, Genie starts jawing at Lauryn who is directly across the ring from her. Mockingly, Genie rubs her head and juts out her lip bringing up memories of what she had subjected Lauryn too at the end of the match at fright night. The two women slowly start to step towards each other, pointing their fingers and scowling. Stevens and Valentine choose to stay out of it for the moment, enjoying the argument developing in the ring. A stinging slap from Lauryn to Genie is the first shot taken in the match, snapping Genie’s head to the left. Eddie’s mouth forms into an O shape as he raises a hand to cover it. Stevens, across the ring from Valentine, chuckles and shakes his head. They clearly don’t mind seeing Genie being slapped in such a fashion either. A moment later, Genie’s snaps back with a slap across Lauryns face and she delays no longer, grabbing a handful of Lauryns hair and slamming her down to the mat.
Lauryn, grabbing the back of her head, rolls out of the way and scrambles back to her feet. Genie, in immediate pursuit, backs her up into the corner and delivers a stiff chop across the chest of Lauryn. Wolfe turns to the side before being shoved back into the corner. Angrily, she shoves Genie back, giving her the separation she needed to lower her shoulder and dive out of the corner, spearing Genie to the mat. Immediately Lauryn scrambles up Genie’s body and mounts her, delivering forearms to the face of the former Fate champion.
Not wasting anymore time standing around, Stevens and Valentine find an empty space of ring to meet in and begin trading blows. It’s not the best strategy for Valentine as he’s the smaller man by far but he survives the first few exchanges and manages to duck underneath a wild swing from Stevens, moving to focus on the right knee of Scott Stevens which is protected by a hefty brace. Stevens expects it, however, and swivels quickly enough to catch Eddie off guard with a big clothesline, knocking the man flat onto his back. Quickly, Stevens drops an elbow across the chest of Eddie Valentine, causing the man to convulse on impact and clutch his chest in pain.
VASSA: ”After some mind games early on the action has been hot and heavy with all four competitors”
JOHNSON: ”Hot and heavy… Vinny this isn’t a porn shoot.”
VASSA: ”Unnnngggghhhh don’t put those thoughts of Lauryn in my headddOHHHH!”
JOHNSON: ”Schoolboy pin attempt by Eddie on Scott Stevens!”
Indeed, Eddie managed to roll Scott up and puts all of his weight down trying to keep Stevens from powering out.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
Having escaped Lauryn Wolfe, Genie dives and breaks up the pinfall attempt almost immediately after the two count. A bit dazed and in pain from the blows that Lauryn had delivered, Genie instead sets her sights on Eddie Valentine. Trying to catch his breath a look of relief crosses Eddie’s face as he recognizes he no longer has to deal with the big man who had nearly taken his head off with a clothesline. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s really not any better off having the former Fate champion coming after him as she kicked him in the stomach and then brought him down to the mat with a quick snap suplex. Back up to her feet, Genie pulls Eddie back up by his hair and then wraps her arms around his waist, lifting and tossing him down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex, showing off her feminine strength.
Seeing an opportunity to keep her momentum going, Lauryn turns her attention from Genie who had slipped away from her to Scott Stevens, who was incensed that he had nearly taken the defeat in a cheap way like a schoolboy roll up. Wolfe, trying to use her quickness, charges at Scott Stevens who has, as he is known for, scouted his opponent perfectly. Recognizing that she would try to use her speed, Stevens side steps the smaller woman at the last second and allows her to go crashing into the corner turnbuckle. Stumbling out of it backwards, Lauryn walks right into the waiting arms of the big man from Texas, who wraps his arms around her waist and executes not one german suplex, not two german suplexes, but three german suplexes before letting her go. Stunned, Lauryn rolls to the nearest rope and begins to pull herself up. As she is nearly back to a standing position, Stevens charges looking to deliver a vicious clothesline but Wolfe has him scouted this time and drops down, pulling the top rope with her and sending Stevens spilling over it and down to the outside of the ring.
In a moment of desperation, Lauryn grabs the top rope and uses it to vault herself over the top rope. She connects with a flying cross body to Stevens who hadn’t regained his balance after taking his tumble, being knocked down to the mat outside the ring. The fans cheer gleefully at the aerial display that Lauryn had just put on.
VASSA: ”It’s just back and forth action here tonight in the first half of our double main event.”
JOHNSON: ”At this point I think it would be impossible to tell who is going to move on to Winter Wasteland to compete for the Pride Championship.”
VASSA: ”Well ya don’t say, Steve. Great insight there.”
JOHNSON: ”Eat another bearclaw, Vinny.”
Wolfe and Stevens both work their way back to their feet. Lauryn is quick to place a dropkick to Stevens right knee, buckling him to a kneeling position. Feeling the momentum shift in her favor she bounces on her toes before hopping up onto the ring apron. She takes a few step backwards and then runs a few steps forward before leaping off and hooking her arm around the head of Scott Stevens, looking to spinning ddt him into the security barrier. Stevens, however, scouts it and uses his strength to toss Lauryn out into the crowd before he himself collapsed against the barrier, trying to catch his breath.
Back in the ring, Genie has Valentine ground and is going to work on him with repeated foot stomps to various parts of Eddie’s body. Valentine, trying to avoid the strikes, rolls and then crawls to the ropes, forcing the referee to make Genie allow him some separation. Reluctantly she backs off at the referees assistance. When she closes in on him again after the referee allows the match to continue, Eddie catches her with a stiff forearm to the jaw, stumbling her backwards. He then pushes her into the ropes and whips her across the ring. Genie rebounds and Valentine telegraphs his movie, bending over too early in preparation to toss her over his back. Genie meets him with a stiff kick to the chest standing him straight back up. Closing on him quickly, Genie grabs both of his ankles and pulls his feet out from under him, causing his back to slam off the mat. She’s quick and effective at rolling him over and applying Boston Strong, her own personal version of the Boston crab. Caught right in the center of the ring, Valentines face shows just how much pain he’s in as he searches for a way out of the hold. The ropes are too far away and she’s got the submission hold wrenched in tightly. Anxious, the fans cry out not wanting to see the self proclaimed Princess of 4CW walk away with the win.
Outside the ring, in the crowd, Lauryn has recovered. Unfortunately Scott Stevens has essentially made it there himself. Wolfe sees what is happening in the ring and charges forward, leaping up onto the security barrier and then across to the ring apron, leaving Scott Stevens behind. Valentines hand is raised in the air, it’s clear he’s a half second from tapping out as Lauryn leaps up to the top rope and uses it to springboard herself towards Genie, catching the woman squarely in the jaw with a springboard heel kick that breaks the submission hold and sends Genie tumbling to the mat.
Not wasting any time, Lauryn rolls Eddie over onto his back and hooks the leg.
ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
In the knick of time, Valentine manages to kick out. Lauryn, in shock, looks at the referee with pleading eyes, begging him not to tell her she didn’t get the three. The ref waves her off and tells her the match is not over as Eddie, doing everything in his power to get a moment to recover from the damage that’s been done, crawls over to the near corner and begins pulling himself up. Lauryn, seeing Eddie in the corner, charges and leaps to deliver a forearm smash to his face only to have Eddie scoot out of the way at the very last second, leaving her to bounce roughly off the turnbuckle pads. As Lauryn turns around to focus on Valentine she’s met with a springboard enziguri that drops her to the mat. Running quickly to the ropes once more, Valentine springboards off them again and flips, landing across Lauryn’s abdomen with a perfect moonsault.
Back in the ring Scott Stevens has set his sights on Genevie and has decided to use his superior strength to his advantage. Pulling her up by her hair, Stevens lifts Genie into a fireman’s carry position and then drops her down across his knees, her ribs colliding with them brutally with a beautiful firemans carry gutbuster. Deciding to try and marr Genie’s beauty a bit, Stevens delivers numerous knees to the face with his right knee that’s protected by the bulky brace. Crying out in pain, Genie tries her best to get away from Stevens but the big man is relentless. He pulls her up by her hair and hits Debbie Does Dallas, a brutal european uppercut that, upon connecting, becomes clear it has left Genie with the lights on and nobody home.
VASSA: ”Stop hitting my future wife, damn it, Valentine!”
JOHNSON: ”Future wife? Does she know she’s your future wife?”
VASSA: ”Look. These things take time, Steve. And if Eddie keeps hitting her in the head it’s going to take a lot longer.”
JOHNSON: ”I need a higher dosage of xanax to deal with you tonight.”
Continuing to show off his power, Scott Stevens positions Genevie perfectly and tosses her over his head with a pump-handle suplex. He’s quick, or at least as quick as an old dude his size can be, to get back to his feet and set his sights on her again. Pulling herself up to her feet at the ropes nearby, she gasps for air and shakes her head, trying to shake the cobwebs free. Stevens charges and once again is left to go tumbling out of the ring as Genie drops and pulls the top rope down. She collapses in the nearby corner with her back resting against the bottom turnbuckle.
At the same time in the ring, Lauryn is being waylaid by Eddie Valentine who has been putting on a seemingly endless display of aerial ability. From springboard kicks and flips to top rope frog splashes, Eddie Valentine has shown just how talented he is at the expense of Lauryn Wolfe. Trying once more to display how skilled he is he leaps to the top rope only to have Wolfe find a burst of energy and catch him off guard with a shove, sending him tumbling down to the floor outside the ring.
Opposite of Lauryn in the ring, Genie has pulled herself back up to a standing position. Lauryn, catching her breath, turns and sees Genie and makes eye contact with her. The two women shake their heads and move to the center of the ring, squaring off and exchanging right hands back and forth much to the delight of the crowd.
VASSA: ”Let’s be honest, folks. This is what we’ve been waiting to see unfold all night. Genevie Carlson and Lauryn Wolfe, one on one in the middle of the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”There’s no question there’s bad blood between these two. Genie’s had the upper hand for a while now but if you ask me, tonight is Lauryn’s night. Control yourself, Vinny.”
At the same time Scott Stevens and Eddie Valentine climb back up onto the ring apron and prepare to get back into the ring. And at the same time Lauryn and Genie sense what is coming and break off from engaging one another, delivering simultaneous superkicks to the jaws of Scott Stevens and Eddie Valentine, sending the sprawling on the floor outside the ring once more.
Lauryn turns back from having superkicked Scott Stevens off the ring apron to be met with a rake of the eyes by Genie. The referee, however, doesn’t spot it as he’s busy checking on the condition of the two men who had just tumbled once more to the floor. Sensing that the match is hers, Genie taunts the crowd and receives a chorus of hateful boos in response.
VASSA: ”I’m so sick of the Royal Family and their dirty tactics.”
JOHNSON: ”Weren’t you just praising them two weeks ago?”
Valentine, having recovered enough, slides back into the ring and goes after the celebrating Genie. He catches her off guard with a few clubbing blows to the back before grabbing her by the arm and whipping her towards the ropes. Genie, however, holds on and instead sends Valentine running to the ropes where he collides with Scott Stevens who, once more was trying to get back into the ring and had been standing on the ring apron. Valentine, colliding with him, knocks him down to the floor again. Poor guy. On the rebound, Valentine sprints back towards Genie and tries to clothesline Gen who ducks under. On the next rebound Genie jumps and Valentine runs under. As he bounces off the ropes a third time Stevens grabs him by the ankle and trips him up, causing him to faceplant before pulling him out of the ring.
Lauryn, having backed into the corner to buy herself time to recover, spins out of the corner and goes for Progression which Genie manages to duck under. As she ducks under Genie halts her momentum immediately and then ODE TO THE PRINCE pele kick, connects flush with Lauryn’s temple and drops Lauryn to the mat.
VASSA: ”That’s cheating! She stole that move from Eli!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s an effective move for him. Why shouldn’t she try and employ it in her own arsenal?”
VASSA: ”Because she just kicked my precious’s head in!”
JOHNSON: ”Get a grip Vinny! For Christ’s sake!”
Sensing the end of the match, Genie backs up to the ropes as Lauryn rolls over to her stomach and pushes herself up to her hands and knees. Genie takes two steps towards Lauryn and leaps into the air… STILETTO KISS! Her foot meets the back of Lauryn’s head perfectly and drives her face first down into the mat.
Immediately Genie drops to the mat and rolls Lauryn over onto her back, hooking the leg as outside of the ring Scott Stevens sends Eddie Valentine flying into the steel ring steps.
VASSA: ”NO NO NO PAY ATTENTION STEVENS YOU OVERSIZED APE!”
JOHNSON: ”What a turn of events!”
ONE
Stevens drops to a knee outside of the ring, catching his breath.
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TWO
Stevens recognizes what’s happening and, panicked, pushes himself up to his feet and slides into the ring
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THREE!!!
Stevens body crashes down across the back of Genevie a tenth of a second too late as the referee signal for the bell
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner…GENEVIE CCAARRLLSSOONN!!!
In the ring Stevens sits on his knees staring in disbelief. Genie, having rolled off to the side, holds her back and has her arm raised in the air by the referee, a pained grin showing just how much the match had taken out of her. Outside the ring, Eddie Valentine holds the back of his head, his face a mask of disappointment.
VASSA: ”This is such bullshi-”
JOHNSON: ”What he means to say, folks, is that that was one hell of a show all four competitors just put on.”
VASSA: ”No. What I meant to say is that I hope Scott Stevens is sterile. I hope Eddie Valentine goes bald and I hope Genie gets an STD and dies.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s a bit extreme don’t you think?”
VASSA: ”No. I don’t think so. The female version of Sauron just became a contender for the Pride Championship at Winter Wasteland.”
JOHNSON: ”She did indeed and in just a few moments we’ll find out who the final contender for the Pride Championship will be. Stay tuned folks, there’s still so much more action to come.”
Genie takes to the turnbuckle in celebration as “Killing These Hoes” plays over the sound system until the scene fades backstage.