Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:16:11 GMT
The camera pans out over the capacity crowd in the arena before settling on the ring. Soon, the voice of ring announcer Mike Powers can be heard over the sound system.
POWERS: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the 4 CORNERS FRENZY MATCH!!!”
The crowd cheers in anticipation as Powers continues.
POWERS: “In this match, the two participants who drew Numbers One and Two will start. Every ninety seconds, another competitor will enter the ring until all thirty have entered. Elimination occurs when a competitor is thrown over the top rope, and BOTH feet touch the floor. The last competitor in the ring will be declared the winner, and will become the Number One Contender for the 4CW Championship!”
The crowd cheers some more, ready for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: “Those are the rules, ladies and gentlemen, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for a 4CW Match.”
VASSA: “You’re excited? Feel these nipples! Let’s go! Who drew Number One?”
“These voices in my head are telling me you have to die
I obeyed their every wish
I’ll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You’re my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I’m a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist”
“Welcome to Hell” starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic – his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
POWERS: ”Introducing first: from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher”, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
#1: DAKOTA SMITH
JOHNSON: “Can you believe this, ladies and gentlemen!? The Butcher has drawn Number One!”
VASSA: “What a shocker! The Number One spot has the lowest chance of winning, but I believe it may work in Dakota Smith’s favor.”
JOHNSON: “How do you figure?”
VASSA: “Dakota can just toss them out one-by-one as they enter. This could be very advantageous for him.”
Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the officials on the outside. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.
POWERS: “And now, introducing the individual who drew Number Two…”
JOHNSON: “I do not envy this person one bit.”
VASSA: “Whoever it is, they’d better be ready to fight right out of the gate.”
Viddus Morta’s music hits and the arena goes completely black. AS the lyrics begin four different fire explosions keep firing in the air on each side. Viduus walks out slowly on pace with the music holding insert here down at waist level.
POWERS: “From Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds – VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”
#2: VIDUUS MORTA
JOHNSON: “What do you make of this!? Viduus Morta entering at Number Two!”
VASSA: “This is the kind of guy you need to be Number Two if Dakota is Number One. That Taipei Deathmatch he had back at South Beach Brawl was just amazing!”
JOHNSON: “Morta has been without the Extreme Championship for two weeks now, and he’s got a big climb ahead of him if he wants to get back on the horse.”
VASSA: “He wins this, he’ll get back on that horse in a BIG way.”
The music picks up pace and Viduus echoes his signature laugh almost matching the song that is playing while throwing his hands in the air. Viduus makes his way to the ring almost floating in the way he walks and moves his shoulders in stride. Viduus slides into the ring and crawls to the middle of the ring the insert here slithering across the ring with him. As soon as he slides in, Dakota pounces on him and begins stomping away!
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Here we go now, and the 4 Corners Frenzy match is underway!”
Dakota picks Viduus up to his feet, backs him into the corner, and begins letting loose with knife-edge chops to Morta’s chest, garnering a “WHOO” from the crowd with every connection! After three of them, Dakota gives Viduus an irish whip into the opposite corner. He follows him in for a running attack, but Viduus gets his boot up, catching the Butcher in the face and forcing him to stagger backwards.
JOHNSON: “Now remember, there are no pinfalls in this match.”
VASSA: “No submissions, count-outs, or disqualifications either.”
JOHNSON: “The object is to throw your opponents over the top rope so that both feet hit the floor.”
Viduus comes running out of the corner and connects with a clothesline, but Smith remains on his feet. Morta runs, bounces off the ropes, and connects again, staggering Dakota back against the ropes. He tries one more time, but as he runs in, Smith reaches out with his right hand and grabs Viduus by the throat!
VASSA: “Uh-oh!”
Dakota shifts his body, turns, and with one hand, tosses Morta over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Whoa!”
JOHNSON: “And that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen! Viduus Morta has been eliminated!”
VASSA: “That didn’t take long.”
JOHNSON: “Dakota has the ring all to himself, and gets a little breather.”
Viduus sits up in disappointment and shock as the referee’s inform him that he must return to the locker room. Meanwhile, Dakota adjusts his jaw, and begins laughing maniacally as he slides under the bottom rope to the outside.
VASSA: “What is he doing?”
JOHNSON: “Dakota went under the bottom rope mind you, he is not eliminated.”
Smith lifts the ring skirt, grabs a trash can, and throws it into the ring! He then begins sliding in chairs, kendo sticks, and other various objects as the crowd can be heard counting down.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “There’s your reminder that we’re just getting started here.”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Dakota slides back into the ring, picks up a chair, and turns his attention to the stage as the clock ticks down.
SEIS!
CINCO!
JOHNSON: “Our third entrant will be out here momentarily!”
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Who’s it gonna be?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Chris Brown’s “Loyal” hits as the third entrant walks out onto the stage with a large and almost condescending smile on her face, and with a chair of her own already in her hand!
JOHNSON: “Now here’s an interesting matchup! Persephone Marquis!”
VASSA: “We talk about Dakota being a killer, here comes the woman who took out 2-Pac and Biggie!”
#3: PERSEPHONE MARQUIS
Marquis marches down to the ring showing no fear, Dakota even backs up to allow her to get into the ring. She slides in, both swing their chairs and connect chair-on-chair several times, resulting in metallic clangs being heard throughout the arena. Dakota swings hard enough to knock Queef’s chair out of her hands, but that’s when she drops do her knees and connects with a low blow that causes him to drop his own chair!
VASSA: “Oh, that’s gonna make it hard for Dakota to survive!”
Queef then grabs a kendo stick and swings hard into Dakota’s ribs, causing him to cry out in pain as a loud crack is heard all around! She connects again to his thigh, dropping him to a knee! Finally where she wants him, she grabs the trash can, places it over his head, and begins hammering away with the kendo stick!
JOHNSON: “And Dakota Smith now is getting his brain rattled!”
VASSA: “My god, this IS a Frenzy! We’ve got chairs, trash cans, kendo sticks, and a LONG way to go!”
JOHNSON: “Queef has taken Dakota down, and this crowd is loving what they’re seeing!”
Persephone drops the kendo stick and pulls the trash can off of the woozy Dakota. She then begins to drag him to his feet by his shoulders and lean him against the ropes, where she tries to pick him up by the leg.
JOHNSON: “Marquis now, looking to get Dakota out of here, which would REALLY open the door for the rest of the field.”
Queef lifts a leg and begins pushing Dakota against the ropes. As she looks for more leverage, Dakota is able to get his bearings and push her away. She runs in again, but a spinning backfist puts her down to the mat!
VASSA: “Oh my! Did you hear the impact.”
Dakota takes a minute to gather himself and drags QMarquis back to her feet, and gives her five quick snapping headbutts, knocking her down to the canvas again.
JOHNSON: “Those headbutts do not feel good people, not for either individual.”
VASSA: “Tell that to Dakota. He likes it.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota keeps up the offense and gives a few stiff kicks while Marquis is down.
OCHO!
SIETE!
JOHNSON: “We’re counting down again!”
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota grabs one of Queef’s legs, and begins to turn her over!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Dakota locks in the single-leg crab.”
VASSA: “Number Four on the way!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Rock Box(The Instrumental) by Run DMC begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer. At the top of the stage The fourth entrant stands holding his name initials with his hands before changing it into nine fingers.
JOHNSON: “It’s Chanson Webster! The first of our Octane talent in this 4 Corners Frenzy!”
VASSA: “The Trend God, here for a shot at greatness.”
#4: CHANSON WEBSTER
Chanson skates down the entry ramp on his skateboard, and even brings it into the ring! He swings it at Dakota, who catches it with one hand and grabs Webster’s throat by the other, releasing his hold on Queef. Dakota stands up, and lifts Chanson off his feet, driving him down with a vicious chokeslam!
JOHNSON: “That was not pretty!”
VASSA: “Webster’s technically the freshest man in this match, but I think that just knocked the wind out of his sails.”
Dakota turns around to the turnbuckle where Queef is pulling herself to her feet. He positions her head over the middle rope, then begins driving his knee into her back! Queef flails her arms as she spends a few moments gasping for breath before Dakota releases.
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith now regaining control of this match as he turns back to Webster.”
VASSA: “But this a totally out-of-control match, Steve. Can he outlast the rest of the locker room?”
Webster throws a few right hands at Dakota’s stomach as he pulls him up, but the butcher fights through it and knocks him to the corner with a European Uppercut. From there, he lifts Chanson up by his legs, positioning his back on top of the turnbuckle.
JOHNSON: “Dakota looking to eliminate Webster now.”
VASSA: “He’s in a bad spot on top of the turnbuckle!”
Chanson grips the rope, but Dakota keeps pushing. Webster is nearly upside down as he hooks his foot on the rope, and that’s when Queef comes in, landing a hard chair shot to Dakota’s back!
JOHNSON: “Sweet Lady Marmalade! You could’ve heard that one back in the States!”
Dakota doubles over, but remains on his feet. This allows Webster to slip back down onto the apron and roll back in under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Dakota turns around to find Marquis springboard off the ropes and connect with a Tornado DDT into the strategically placed chair!
VASSA: “Petty Cash! Right into the steel chair! Queef got all of it!”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Marquis gets back to her feet and gives a stomp to Webster in the corner, but he quickly gets to his feet and delivers a Yakuza Kick.
OCHO!
SIETE!
JOHNSON: “Webster starting to come alive here, fighting his way out of the corner.”
SEIS!
CINCO!
Webster keeps it coming and follows up with another Yakuza kick that knocks her away.
CUATRO!
Webster bounces off the ropes and takes Marquis down with a flying forearm, and quickly sinches in a side headlock.
VASSA: “Time is flying. Who’s Number Five?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The beginning beat to “Hang me High” begins to play as the fifth entrant appears from behind the curtain with a cheer to meet the ones coming from the crowd.
JOHNSON: “Kaelan Quinn, another Octane talent!”
VASSA: “She’s come to take her shot at shooting to the top.”
#5: KAELAN QUINN
Kaelan jogs down the ramp, getting a few high fives as she goes before she slides into the ring. Once in, she gives a stomp to Webster’s exposed ankle, causing him to release Queef. She then runs over and stomps at the downed Dakota Smith, and then gives a stomp to Queef as well.
JOHNSON: “It’s every man and woman for themselves, and Quinn taking the opportunity on every other entered participant thus far.”
After kicking out a few weapons. Kaelan zeros in on Chanson Webster, picking him back up to his feet and pushing him into the turnbuckle, where she tries to lift him up onto the ropes again. Soon, Marquis comes over and begins to lend an assist while Dakota begins to stir on the other side of the ring.
VASSA: “Queef and Quinn now working together to try to eliminate Webster. We may see some strange partnerships tonight.”
JOHNSON: “You’d better believe it, we’ve got twenty-five more participants back there, and you never know who’s going to be next.”
Webster fights back again to stay in it, and after raking Quinn in the eyes, he is able to kick Marquis away. After dropping back into the ring, he delivers a spinning heel kick that knocks Queef over the top rope! She lands on her side on the apron, and holds on to the bottom rope as Webster tries to pry her off with his foot!
JOHNSON: “Tables turned now, and now its Persephone fighting to stay alive here.”
VASSA: “Look out, Kaelan!”
Quinn is steamrolled by Dakota Smith as he runs right through her with a body block! Not through, Dakota quickly hoists her to her feet, turns her around, and nearly drives her body through the canvas with a full nelson suplex! Webster gives up on Marquis and turns right to Dakota and delivers a chin kick! Having staggered the butcher, he sets up for, and quickly connects with an Asia DDT!
JOHNSON: “Momentum shifting every which way here, and now it’s Chanson Webster with the upper hand.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Marquis rolls back into the ring and lands a hard right hand to Webster’s head.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Webster responds with a right hand of his own, and Marquis throws another.
SEIS!
CINCO!
JOHNSON: “It’s degenerating to a fist fight here between Marquis and Webster.”
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Next entrant about to arrive!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Best Song Ever” by One Direction blares from the arena speakers as the crowd jumps to their feet in excitement. Gold and Crimson lights flash around the arena as the sixth entrant walks out onto the stage with a smile.
JOHNSON: “American Tommy at Number Six.”
VASSA: “No, Steve. That’s Harry Potter, and Octane is starting to take over the Adrenaline Ring.”
#6: AMERICAN TOMMY
Tommy runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and turns his attention to Kaelan. He drops an elbow across her back and immediately locks in an ankle lock. Marquis gets the upper hand in her slugfest with Webster. She rears back and comes in for a hard shot, but Webster reverses and slams he down hard with a hip toss!
VASSA: “Yo-yo Toss Salad!”
JOHNSON: “A simple but very effective hip toss, and Persephone Marquis hit the canvas hard!”
Dakota gets back to his feet and grabs Tommy right by the throat, picking him up and forcing him to release his hold on Quinn. Dakota shifts to the side, hooks his foot behind Tommy’s leg, and takes him down with a Russian Legsweep. He rolls over to get back to his feet, and it’s Chanson Webster who’s quickly back on the Butcher.
JOHNSON: “Webster now with a side headlock on Dakota Smith, trying to stifle the momentum.”
Webster sinches it in deep, but Dakota continues to fight and is soon back on his feet, with a mighty yell, Dakota lifts Webster up and drops him with a devastating sidewalk slam! Dakota sits up to catch his breath, but he gets a face-full of Kaelan Quinn’s boots as she delivers a dropkick!
VASSA: “That one might loosen a molar!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota has been in there the longest, and he’s scored the only elimination thus far.”
Quinn quickly gets up and takes down Marquis with a running clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and takes down Tommy with another! Quickly she turns, drives her boot into Webster’s gut, and drills him with a DDT!
VASSA: “Quinn is starting to roll here!”
JOHNSON: “She’s on Adrenaline tonight, and it’s showing in her veins.”
With a warrior cry, Kaelan locks onto Dakota as he once again rises. She turns, hooks his head, runs toward the turnbuckle, but Dakota reverses it as she turns, dropping her legs on either side of the top rope!
JOHNSON: “Kaelan Quinn went for her finisher, and she’s the one who payed the price!”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “And now she’s hanging on for dear life on that top rope!”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Dakota continues to push, while Kaelan wraps her arms and legs around the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota goes for the throat, but Kaelan hangs on as it’s American Tommy who connects with a big elbow to the Butcher’s jaw!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Entrant Number Seven due to arrive momentarily.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lights around the stage fade down and are replaced by shades of red, white, and blue as “Devil Inside Me” by Frank Carter and The Rattlesakes begins to play over the speakers. The fans rise and boo as the seventh entrant steps onto the ramp and plays to the crowd.
JOHNSON: “It’s Max Cavanaugh, and he hasn’t been shy about speaking his mind.”
VASSA: “Everything is rigged, according to him.”
#7: MAX CAVANAUGH
Cavanaugh takes his time as he walks down the ramp while Kaelan rolls back in under the bottom rope. Tommy lays a few more right hands on Dakota before the Butcher floors him with a wicked clothesline as Cavanaugh slides in under the bottom rope.
JOHNSON: “Cavanaugh in the ring now, and he’s going to be met immediately by Persephone.”
Queef throws a right hand, but Cavanaugh blocks and lands one of his own hard enough to turn her around, allowing him to immediately capitalize with a German suplex. Dakota has picked Tommy up and has him in Fisherman’s suplex position, but Webster comes in again and floors the Butcher with a vertical clothesline from hell that echos throughout the arena.
VASSA: “The 843 right on time, and Dakota is down again.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know if it was his intention to bail out Tommy, because I think Smith had bad intentions.”
VASSA: “When does he not?”
JOHNSON: “Good point.”
Kaelan Quinn comes back in to take over, turning as she grabs Webster by the head, runs to the turnbuckle, and this time, flips over and successfully connects with her finisher!
JOHNSON: “Quinn connected that time! Price Paid to Chanson Webster!”
Cavanaugh whips Tommy into the ropes, takes him down with a shoulder block, then bounces into the ropes himself and follows up with an elbow drop. Marquis comes back at him with a high knee that staggers him backwards to the corner, and follows up with a running corner dropkick.
VASSA: “Six people in the ring right now, and the action is already all over the place.”
Cavanaugh is given no time to rest as Quinn hauls him up, leans him over the top rope, and begins to lift one of his legs. Queef comes over and begins to assist, and soon they have him off the canvas, pushing on the middle rope in an effort to stay alive. Dakota has Webster up again, and is trying to eliminate him in another corner while American Tommy takes a breather.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
JOHNSON: “Tommy with a reprieve, and Number Eight on the way.”
OCHO!
SIETE!
VASSA: “Cavanaugh fighting to stay alive”
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh is now upside down and has a hand on the apron!
CUATRO!
Webster escapes from Kodiak with a thumb to the eye, but is met in the corner by Tommy, who engages with shoulder blocks as Cavanaugh is able to hook his leg!
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Orgasmatron” by Sepulcher hits and the crowd rises to their feet for the masked eighth entrant.
JOHNSON: “It’s Nirvana, the Midnight King, and this crowd is happy to see him.”
VASSA: “They love these masked wrestlers down here South of the border.”
#8: NIRVANA
Nirvana marches to the ring while Cavanaugh has found a position on the ropes from which he won’t budge. Nirvana rolls into the ring, and lands a right hand to the backs of both Queef and Quinn. They turn around and share a puzzled look as he flexes his muscles, then they both grab him by the back of the head and fling him over the top rope! He lands on the apron as Cavanaugh rolls back in, but Quinn drops to all fours, allowing Marquis some elevation as she comes in with a dropkick, knocking Nirvana to the floor!
VASSA: “There’s an elimination!”
JOHNSON: “In and out goes Nirvana, and he may need some tequila to swallow this one.”
Quinn and Queef share a high five, but Queef immediately turns on her with a kick to the gut and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker! Cavanaugh and Webster are tied up in the middle of the ring, and it’s Cavanaugh who comes out the better with a snap suplex. Webster is quick to his feet however, and responds with a belly-to-belly suplex of his own and locks in a dragon sleeper.
JOHNSON: “We’ve got Cavanaugh and Webster over there, Marquis and Quinn are exchanging blows.”
VASSA: “Watch out! Dakota’s got American Tommy!”
Smith grabs Tommy in Fisherman’s suplex position, lifts him off the ground, and plants him with a sitout spinebuster!
JOHNSON: “Deadman Wonderland! The Butcher got it that time!”
Cavanaugh has fought out of the dragon sleeper and has a waist lock on Webster, who counters with an easy side headlock. With a shout, Cavanaugh pushes Webster right into Dakota, who lifts him up and connects with Deadman Wonderland again! Dakota keeps it going, bounces off the ropes, and floors Marquis and Quinn with a double clothesline!
VASSA: “This isn’t good. Dakota Smith is building up a head of steam!”
JOHNSON: “And Max Cavanaugh is the only other competitor standing!”
Max attempts to stifle Dakota’s rally with a stiff right hand!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Cavanaugh lands another hard right, before bouncing off the ropes.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Cavanaugh comes at the Butcher with a running forearm, but Dakota avoids it and catches him!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota quickly hoists Cavanaugh up, and connects a third time with Deadman Wonderland!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Who’s gonna slow down Dakota Smith!?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The crowd erupts as “Fade Away” by Logic hits! Out onto the stage jumps the ninth entrant, cupping his ears to the crowd as he uses his other hand to get the fans to raise the noise up even further.
VASSA: “Whoa! That guy might be able to do it!”
JOHNSON: “It’s the first action he’s seen in 4CW since Winter Wasteland! Jair Hopkins’ number has come up!”
#9: JAIR HOPKINS
Jair and Dakota lock eyes in anticipation, and soon Hopkins is sprinting towards the ring. He slides in, ducks the clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and takes Dakota to the mat with a flying headscissors! Keeping his speed, Hopkins quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle.
VASSA: “I don’t know if that’s wise in this match.”
JOHNSON: “But he’s in perfect position!”
Hopkins steadies himself, leaps into a backflip, and connects with a double stomp to Dakota’s chest!
JOHNSON: “OMFG! Jair Hopkins nailed it!”
VASSA: “And this crowd is electric tonight!”
Hopkins takes a moment to hype up the crowd before turning his attention to American Tommy and pushing him back into the corner. He quickly hoists one leg up and uses his shoulder for leverage as Tommy grabs the rope to hang on. Soon, Kaelan Quinn is up, and lifts up the other leg to lend an assist.
JOHNSON: “Tommy in trouble now, as Hopkins and Quinn try to get him over the top rope.”
Webster gets to his feet and immediately lands a kick to the gut on Persephone Marquis, keeping her down on her knees. He grabs her from behind by the waist, Queef gets to her feet and reverses it, releases, and begins unleashing kicks upon kicks on him, which she finishes off with a jumping back kick that puts him down on the mat.
VASSA: “Marquis now starting to get back in it.”
JOHNSON: “You gotta imagine that it’s so hard to build momentum with so many bodies in there.”
VASSA: “They’ve almost got Tommy out!”
Tommy is now over the top rope, on his back, on the apron. Max Cavanaugh comes over and hammers Quinn across the back, gaining her attention, as Jair continues to push with his leg while Tommy hangs onto the bottom rope for dear life. Cavanaugh whips Quinn into the ropes and prepares for a power slam, but she reverses and takes him down with a crossbody.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Marquis lands a stomp on Dakota before he can get back to his feet, while Quinn turns her attention to Webster with a forearm.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Tommy wraps himself around the bottom rope, but is saved when Dakota comes with a blow from behind on Hopkins.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota lands a few heavy body blows on Hopkins, allowing Tommy to roll back in under the bottom rope.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “We’re just about one-third of the way through the field here.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
On your knees, dog!
The guitar riffs of Motorhead’s “King of Kings” play throughout the arena as the tenth entrant walks out, shedding his golden robe along the way.
JOHNSON: “From Octane, it’s Dexter Severin!”
VASSA: “I’ve been watching him, and I really like this guy’s moxie.”
#10: DEXTER SEVERIN
Severin marches down to the ring as Webster lands a kick to Quinn’s stomach. A knife-edge chop echos throught the arena as Dakota strikes Jair Hopkins’ chest. Severin rolls into the ring and meets Kaelan Quinn with a boot to the stomach. He backs her up into the corner and begins thrusting his knee into her misection.
JOHNSON: “Severin in now, but he looks a little conservative with those knees.”
VASSA: “It’s strategy Steve, he’s saving his energy.”
Severin thrusts another knee as Dakota begins trying to lift Hopkins out. Marquis comes in with a step up enziguri that causes Max Cavanaugh to do a flip before hitting the mat. Tommy connects with a thunderous clothesline on Webster just as Dakota gets Hopkins off his feet and onto his stomach on the top turnbuckle.
VASSA: “Looks like Dakota’s turned the tables on Hopkins!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith was the first man in this thing, and he’s been a glutton for punishment.”
Jair hooks his leg around the top rope, and forces Dakota to back off with a few elbows to the temple. He drops down to duck a clothesline from Tommy, turns around, and drops him with an implant DDT. Quinn is able to kick Severin away, jump up onto the second rope, jump off, and take him down with her knees to his shoulders.
JOHNSON: “That’s one way to get out of trouble. Innovative offense by Kaelan Quinn.”
Quinn gets up only to be met by Dakota who wraps his hand around her throat, lifts her up, and delivers a chokeslam, causing her to bounce off the mat. Queef comes over and delivers a high knee that staggers Dakota backwards against the ropes, where she begins lifting at his leg. Severin gets back to his feet and locks up with Chanson Webster, who gets pushed back to a turnbuckle himself.
VASSA: “Queef’s got Dakota on the ropes, Severin now forcing Webster back into the corner.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Hopkins lands a clubbing blow on Cavanaugh before he can get to his feet.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Hopkins whips Cavanaugh into the ropes and hiptosses him over the top on the rebound!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh grabs the rope at the last second, preventing his feet from hitting the floor as he lands on the apron.
QUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Our eleventh entrant on the way.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Skillet’s “Back From The Dead” plays over the sound system as the eleventh entrant parts the curtains, getting a pop from the fans.
JOHNSON: “It’s Christy Chaos!”
VASSA: “She’s not wasting any time either. Off comes that hoodie and here she comes!”
#11: CHRISTY CHAOS
Christy sprints to the ring, slides in, and begins throwing right hands into the face of American Tommy. As he begins to block, she quickly takes advantage with an armdrag takedown. Hopkins turns and lands a pounding blow to Dexter Severin’s back, allowing Cavanaugh to step through the ropes and back into the ring, and also giving Quinn a reprieve.
VASSA: “Few eliminations thus far.”
JOHNSON: “Only two. There are nine in the ring, and eighteen still in the back.”
Dakota gets Marquis away from him with a big headbutt that staggers her backward, and she walks right into a spear from Chanson Webster!
JOHNSON: “There’s the Trendmaker, and he almost broke Persephone in half with it!”
Kaelan Quinn comes out of the corner and finds herself locked up with Max Cavanaugh. He gets the better of it, pushing her back into the corner again, but she turns the tables, hops up, and monkey flips him back to the center of the ring. He tries to land on his feet, but he also catches the Trendmaker from Webster! He goes for it on Kaelan, but she dodges at the last second!
VASSA: “Holy Moses!”
JOHNSON: “Chanson Webster just speared the ring post!”
VASSA: “Across the ring! Christy’s trying to eliminate American Tommy!”
Christy has her shoulder under Tommy’s hips, and his against the top rope. Marquis comes over to lend an assist, while Hopkins is down in another corner being double teamed as Dakota Smith and Dexter Severin put the boots to him. Tommy kicks Persephone away, then gives a right hand to Christy to survive, but they drill him with a Double DDT as he walks back in.
VASSA: “It’s pandemonium in there, Steve.”
JOHNSON: “You can say that again, it’s getting hard to keep track of everybody in the ring.”
Dakota suddenly turns, lifts Dexter Severin off his feet, and slams him down hard to the canvas. He then bounces off the ropes, and follows up with a huge leg drop!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “What power by Dakota Smith.”
JOHNSON: “The Butcher’s been in there for almost fifteen minutes now.”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Chanson Webster begins to recover, only for Kaelan Quinn and Christy Chaos to come from behind, trying to get him over the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh pulls himself up with the help of the ropes, but is imediately floored again by a big boot from Dakota.
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Here we go again!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights around the stage start to dim. A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as the twelfth entrant makes his way from the back.
JOHNSON: “Here comes Brian Hollywood.”
VASSA: “Mr. Executive.”
#12: BRIAN HOLLYWOOD
Hollywood jogs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and immediately runs over to the recovering Jair Hopkins. He stomps once, twice, backs up, and runs to Jair’s lowered shoulder. Hopkins lifts with his legs, and Hollywood is sent sailing over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Hey, wait a minute!”
JOHNSON: “No waiting. No do-overs. Brian Hollywood is OUT!”
Hollywood slams his palms against the commentary table before turning to take his leave. Chanson Webster tries to take Kaelan Quinn over the top rope with him, forcing her to back off and allowing him to land on the apron, although Christy Chaos continues to push. Max Cavanaugh and American Tommy have tied up, Cavanaugh goes behind and connects with a backstabber!
JOHNSON: “Tommy’s down, but he’s been hanging tough in there.”
Cavanaugh gets back to his feet, and is met with a hard right hand from Jair Hopkins. He answers with one of his own, grabs Hopkins by the waist, and connects with a belly-to-back wheelbarrow facebuster! Dakota Smith has gotten hold of Marquis and is squeezing her in a bearhug as Dexter Severin blasts Christy Chaos from the side with a shoulder block, allowing Webster to roll back in and catch his breath.
JOHNSON: “The action is all over the place, but how much longer can these competitors last?”
By raking the eyes, Queef is able to escape the bearhug. As Dakota covers his eyes, he is floored by a standing dropkick from Max Cavanaugh. Severin delivers a right hand to Christy Chaos in the corner, followed by a second, but she counters by kicking him in the stomach and planting him with a facebuster! Hopkins gets to his feet and delivers a Samoan Drop to American Tommy, and immediately locks in a surfboard stretch, while Kaelan Quinn takes down Chanson Webster with a Belly to Belly suplex!
VASSA: “As difficult as it’s got to be in there, you know it’s only going to get worse.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Queef takes down Cavanaugh with a running high knee while Christy pulls Severin up and leans him against the ropes.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Jair Hopkins turns right into a running double ax handle from Kaelan Quinn
SEIS!
CINCO!
JOHNSON: “Thirteen is considered to be unlucky. Who will our next entrant be?”
CUATRO!
Tommy pops up to his feet and lands a haymaker of a clothesline on Webster!
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lights go out for a moment, save for one constant light on the action in the ring, before the stage is bathed in green light. Two blue Spotlights find the entrance as “Bulletproof” by La Roux kicks up. The thirteenth entrant walks out from the back with her arms thrown out wide, welcoming the cheers from the crowd.
VASSA: “The Ganja Goddess!”
JOHNSON: “Sativa Neveah is here, and she’s ready to get this crowd lifted!”
#13: SATIVA NEVEAH
Sativa jogs down to the ring, slides in, and finds Dakota Smith resting in a corner, where she immediately begins strangling him with her boot. On the other side of the ring, Severin fights out of trouble, knocking her away. He goes for a clothesline, but she ducks it! Severin keeps running, bounces off the ropes, and comes at her again, but she drops down to avoid, pulling the top rope with her! Severin’s momentum carries him over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Severin’s out!”
JOHNSON: “He gave it his best shot, but it was not to be tonight. We’ll see him back on Octane next Friday.”
Christy turns her attention to Max Cavanaugh, who takes him down with a scoop slam, bounces off the ropes, and lands a dropkick right to the face! Dakota pushes Sativa off of him and and gets her in a sleeper hold! Hopkins ducks a right hand from Queef and counters by spinning her around and dropping her down with a crushing neckbreaker! American Tommy whips Kaelan into the ropes, sets up for his hiptoss, but NO! Kaelan reverses with a hiptoss of her own that sends him up, over, and out!
JOHNSON: “There goes American Tommy, who absorbed a lot of punishment in this match.”
VASSA: “You said it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he needs help to the back.”
JOHNSON: “But Sativa looks to be fading here!”
Sativa’s arms flail as Dakota sinches in his sleeper hold. It’s only when Chanson Webster comes in with a chop block that Dakota releases. Sativa drops to all fours as she catches her breath, while Webster hammers down with right hands while Dakota is on one knee. Quinn whips Cavanaugh into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Cavanaugh ducks it, runs up the turnbuckle, and connects with a moonsault as she turns around!
JOHNSON: “The Most American Moonsault Ever! That’s Cavanaugh’s point of view anyway, but very effective nonetheless!”
VASSA: “Another one of those risky moves from the top rope, Steve. I’m telling you it’s going to backfire terribly sooner or later.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Hopkins lands a hard kick to Marquis’ midsection, jumps up to the middle rope, and connects with a jumping leg drop across the back of the neck!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Webster bounces off the ropes looking for a big boot, but Dakota catches him as he comes in, kicks him in the stomach, and connects with a gut wrench powerbomb!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Sativa pops to her feet, quckly and suddenly, and connects with a Diamond Cutter on Cavanaugh!
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Sativa “Got ‘em” slipping on that one!
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“10,000 Hours” plays throughout the venue’s sound system, and wasting little time, the fourteenth entrant emerges from the back with a snarl planted on his face.
VASSA: “Hey, it’s Ronnie Harris.”
JOHNSON: “All the way from across the pond, and that snarl says it all.
#14: RONNIE HARRIS
Harris walks down the ramp while Christy and Sativa begin pulling Cavanaugh to his feet. As they begin pushing him against the ropes, Harris comes in and ends up running throat-first right into the waiting hands of Dakota Smith! Dakota steps to the side, and hurls Harris up and over, nearly to the barricade!
VASSA: “That’s gotta be the worst luck I’ve ever seen.”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith has two eliminations now, and he’s been in there for over 18 minutes.”
VASSA: “Cavanaugh’s in trouble!”
Cavanaugh is on the outside hanging on the top rope, Sativa trying to pry his leg loose while Christy goes for his fingers. With his free leg, he kicks Sativa in the stomach to get her away. He then drops to the apron, stands up, and lays a smooch right on Christy’s lips!
VASSA: “Whoa!”
JOHNSON: “Talk about seizing the opportunity!”
Christy pushes away, spits the taste out of her mouth, then charges just as Cavanaugh lowers the rope on her, causing her to spill out to the floor.
VASSA: “That was brilliant!”
JOHNSON: “That was assault, but Christy Chaos has still been eliminated.”
Cavanaugh rolls back onto the ring and finds himself tied up with Chanson Webser, who takes him down with a headlock takedown. Hopkins takes Kaelan down with a drop toe hold, and follows up with a falling elbow drop to the back of the shoulder blades. Another knife-edge chop echos as Dakota makes contact with Marquis’ chest. Webster attempts a spear, but Sativa leap-frogs over. He stops, turns around, and gets a face full of knee as she thrusts it up into his chest!
VASSA: “What a vertical leap by Sativa!”
Sativa follows up with a right hand, stumbling Webster back into the corner. Waisting no time, she begins to lift at his legs in an attempt to eject him from the ring while Dakota flattens Marquis with a short arm clothesline.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Hopkins turns his attention to Max Cavanaugh, who quickly takes control with a DDT.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn gets to her feet and begins to lend an assist to Sativa, who has one of Webster’s legs up on the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh rolls over, and locks in a double underhook crossface on Hopkins.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Cuck Killer applied by Cavanaugh!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Relentless” by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. The fifteenth entrant walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on.
JOHNSON: “We’ve reached the halfway point, and out comes the newcommer! Andre Holmes!”
VASSA: “He picked a hell of a match to make his debut.”
#15: ANDRE HOLMES
Holmes sheds the hoodie and starts jogging to the ring. He rolls in and immediately targets Sativa with a clubbing blow to the back. He turns her around, whips her into the ropes, and catches her on the rebound with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Hopkins desperately tries to escape Cavanaugh’s Cuck Killer, and is able to get a knee under himself and push himself vertical, dropping to his back with enough force to cause Cavanaugh to release!
JOHNSON: “Hopkins escapes that punishing hold, but how much did it take out of him?”
Webster knocks Kaelan away with an elbow to the temple and falls back into the ring. She rushes at him, but he catches her with another elbow. He connects with a right hand, then follows up by lowering his head, lifting her up, and giving her a hard Alabama Slam!
VASSA: “Kaelan Quinn down again. She’s been in there a while now too, hasn’t she?”
JOHNSON: “Just over fifteen minutes now.”
Marquis comes flying in from out of nowhere, tackling Webster down and laying into his face with right hands! She pulls herself up, and begins stomping away repeatedly as she holds on to the rope. Jair Hopkins gets back to his feet, but Dakota is right there to meet him and get him in Fishermans Suplex position!
JOHNSON: “Oh no!”
Dakota lifts him up, and drills him with a sitout spinebuster!
VASSA: “Deadman Wonderland again!”
JOHNSON: “Jair got him earlier, and now Dakota has repaid the favor!”
Cavanaugh gets to his feet, and takes down Quinn with a running knee before she can do the same. He backs her up into the turnbuckle and attempts to whip her to the corner opposite, but she reverses it and sends him to the corner instead, and follows him in with a running knee. She charges again and goes for a monkey flip, but he pushes her away and follows up with an elbow drop.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Queef dives on Dakota’s back, pounding and hammering away!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Cavanaugh gets to his feet, but is met by a boot to the face from Sativa.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota gets Marquis off his back by slamming her down hard with a snap mare!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “The field is dwindling. We’re entering the second half of the competitors.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
With a pyro blast and the kick of a guitar, “Shut Your Mouth” by Pain begins to play, and out walks the sixteenth entrant with a smug arrogant smirk across his face, nodding his head slowly in approval as the audience boos in a rage.
VASSA: “All right! It’s Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: “One half of the Tag Team Champions, and one of only two champions in this match.”
#16: JOHNNY EVIL
Evil runs down the ramp, slides in, and immediately starts throwing a flurry of right hands into Dakota Smith’s face. Dakota pushes him away, but he’s immediately back up, hammering away again.
JOHNSON: “Evil going right after Dakota Smith. No love lost between these two.”
Sativa takes Cavanaugh to one of the corners and begins stomping at his midsection. Holmes has Webster in the corner trying to lift him over the top rope and throwing a clubbing blow every so often to wear down his resistance. Marquis comes over to lend an assist, and together they’re able to get both legs up.
VASSA: “Webster in trouble again!”
Webster gives Queef a headbutt, and a stiff right hand to Holmes allowing him back into the ring. Jair Hopkins is up again and begins pulling Kaelan up as well. He takes her to the ropes, whips her across the ring, and connects with a powerslam, driving the wind out of her again. Johnny Evil rears back, bounces off the ropes, and knocks Dakota off his feet with a thunderous clothesline. He follows up by jumping onto the second rope and connecting with a lionsault!
JOHNSON: “Johnny Evil pulling out all the stops.”
VASSA: “From behind!”
Sativa kicks Evil right in the middle of the back before she pulls him to his feet. He hits her with a right hand, she responds in kind, but he gets the better of it, dropping her with a lifting single underhood DDT! Cavanaugh comes in with a stomp on Hopkins as he’s getting to his feet, then a right hand that staggers him backward into the corner.
JOHNSON: “Cavanaugh going up to the second rope.”
VASSA: “Again, going up like that is not smart in this kind of match. I’m telling you someone’s going to regret doing that.”
Cavanaugh starts reigning down right hands, landing six before Hopkins comes alive, stepping out of the corner with Cavanaugh on his shoulders.
VASSA: “What’d I tell you?”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
With Cavanaugh on his shoulders, Jair Hopkins easilly powerbombs him to the canvas.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Queef delivers a snap suplex to Andre Holmes, but Webster comes in and gives her one of his own.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Quinn is back to her feet, and has Dakota down in the corner, pressing her knee into his throat!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “They don’t stop coming folks. Here comes number 17.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Cold as Ice” by M.O.P plays over the sound system as the seventeeth entrant comes out through the curtain.
VASSA: “Hey! It’s Mr. One Night Only!”
JOHNSON: “Konrad Raab, The Iceman! Representing the Raab family, and his brother, our own Lord Raab!”
#17: KONRAD RAAB
Konrad high fives a few fans as he jogs down to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. Once in, he locks onto Andre Holmes. He pulls him up to his feet, and levels him with a right hand that sends him staggering into the turnbuckle. Evil lands a clubbing blow from behind on Kaelan Quinn and then whips her into the ropes, but she explodes on the rebound, flattening Evil with a clothesline!
VASSA: “Boy, Kaelan Quinn has been impressive tonight, hasn’t she?”
JOHNSON: “She’s been in there now for around seventeen minutes.”
Quinn turns and catches Webster with a boot to the face as he comes in for a spear. He staggers backward right into Sativa, who grabs him by the back of the neck and launches him over the top rope to fall to the floor!
JOHNSON: “There goes Webster but what a showing he had tonight!”
VASSA: “He was in there for a long time too, wasn’t he?”
Andre Holmes fights out of his predicament with a rake to the eyes of Konrad Raab. He charges, but Raab quickly recovers and executes an armdrag takedown. Hopkins and Smith are at it again as Dakota whips Jair into the turnbuckle, then follows up by coming in with a big running splash into the turnbuckle.
VASSA: “What a collusion!”
JOHNSON: “That was a high speed crash, and Jair Hopkins crumples to the mat in a heap!”
Dakota has no time to capitalize as Marquis comes in again with a hard right hand to the Butcher. She pulls Dakota to the ropes for an irish whip, but he reverses it. Queef bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, turns around, secures a headlock, and drives Dakota face first into the mat with a running bulldog. Andre Holmes fights to a knee and knocks Raab away with a few lefts. He gets to his feet, kicks Raab in the stomach, and connects with a crushing exploder suplex that sends Konrad to the other side of the ring.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “What a throw!”
JOHNSON: “This Andre Holmes just might be a keeper!”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn takes Johnny Evil to the turnbuckle, but he reverses, placing her there instead as he lifts her onto the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh gets to his feet, surveys the ring, and floors Marquis with a powerful running famasser!
CUATRO!
VASSA: “The Frenzy continues. Who’s number eighteen?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back comes Dirk Dickwood with a microphone.
JOHNSON: “What is this about?”
VASSA: “I think Dickwood is going to tell us.”
DICKWOOD: ”Let me show you how to introduce a talent in the PROPER WAY. Introducing the eighteenth entrant: THE FANCY MAN, MAH BOY, MAH MAN, HE IS CECILWORTH! FFAARRTTHHIINNGGTTOONN!!!”
#18: CECILWORTH FARTHINGTON
Cecilworth Farthington bounds out from the back with a ten mile wide grin, high fiving Dickwood before jogging down to the ring. Cavanaugh takes Queef to a corner and begins thrusting his knee into her stomach as Farthington rolls into the ring, where he is immediately greeted with a big boot to the face from Dakota Smith!
VASSA: “Right in the mouth!”
Kaelan Quinn fights off Evil and slumps back into the ring, while Evil stumbles into a discus clothesline from Holmes! Holmes then turns and takes Sativa down as well with the same maneuver. He goes for a third, but Cavanaugh ducks it and connects with a vertical suplex that puts the newcommer down.
JOHNSON: “Did you see the power of that suplex? Welcome to 4CW, Mr. Holmes.”
Cavanaugh goes to Kaelan Quinn and pulls her to her feet. She reverses his Irish whip attempt, ducks his clothesline, then, as he turns around, she jumps up, wraps her legs around his waist, and puts a smooch on HIS lips!
VASSA: “How in the world does Max Cavanaugh get so lucky!?”
Surprised, Cavanaugh stumbles forward while Kaelan keeps the lip lock connected. He soon gets close enough to the ropes for Kaelan to lean back over the top rope and fling him out of the ring with her legs, saving herself at the last second as she grabs onto the middle rope and lands safely on the apron, allowing her back into the ring!
JOHNSON: “Call that the kiss of death! Cavanaugh is eliminated!”
VASSA: “She suckered him in!”
Dakota delivers a loud knife edge chop to Farthington that echos throughout the arena before Konrad Raab gets back into the fight, delivering a German suplex to the Butcher. Jair Hopkins picks up the downed Andre Holmes, hits him with a few right hands, whips him into the turnbuckle, and runs in behind him to crush him with a stinger splash. Farthington takes Marquis down with a drop toe hold, and follows up with an elbow drop across the small of the back.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Johnny Evil takes a right hand from Sativa, but ducks a second and drops her with an inverted DDT!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Farthington drags Marquis to the turnbuckle, where he begins stomping away!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Konrad Raab nearly has his head taken off as Kaelan Quinn runs through with a strong clothesline!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Our nineteeth entrant about to join us!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The fans leap to their feet as the camera spots the nineteenth entrant coming down from the crowd.
VASSA: “She’s back!”
JOHNSON: “After two years, Roxi Johnson is returning to a 4CW ring!”
#19: ROXI JOHNSON
Marquis escapes with a straight low blow to Farthington, who drops to his knees allowing her to get her vertical base back. Hopkins kicks Evil right in the stomach before grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing it into the canvas with a front face slam just as Roxi hops over the barricade. She slides into the ring and lands a clubbing blow across the back of Konrad Raab before pushing him against the ropes, trying to get him out.
JOHNSON: “Roxi Johnson wasting little time here.”
Andre Holmes exchanges a few right hands with Dakota Smith before Dakota gives a kick to the gut and positions Homes head down, grabs him by the waist, lifts him up, and drills him with a powerbomb!
VASSA: “How does Dakota still have that kind of strength!? How long has he been in there?”
JOHNSON: “Over twenty-seven minutes now!”
Jair Hopkins eats a big boot from Dakota, and Cecilworth Farthington eats a standing dropkick from Kaelan Quinn!
VASSA: “Kaelan Quinn’s been in there a long time too.”
JOHNSON: “As has Persephone Marquis.”
Raab kicks Roxi away and floors her with a clothesline, quickly following up with a leg drop. Marquis takes Johnny Evil to the corner and delivers a few elbows to the jaw before whipping him to the opposite corner. She runs in, but he lowers his shoulder and elevates her up!
JOHNSON: “Marquis in danger! She lands on the apron, but she needs to get back in the ring!”
Marquis gives Evil a headbutt, stumbling him backwards, then quickly climbs the turnbuckle and connects with a high crossbody! Sativa comes out of nowhere with another Diamond Cutter, this one on Dakota Smith!
VASSA: “Got ‘em! Sativa hits it again!”
Roxi Johnson locks up with Jair Hopkins and gets him in a side headlock, but he holds his ground, preventing the bulldog, and bounces her off the ropes to get free. On the rebound, she drops him with a dropkick to the leg, followed by a DDT!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Kaelan Quinn has Andre Holmes against the ropes, and is trying to force him out.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Johnny Evil grabs hold of Farthington and sets up for a piledriver, but Farthington counters with a back body drop!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Hopkins delivers another samoan drop on Konrad Raab!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Two thirds of the way through! Who’s coming out next?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Suddenly a thunderclap rips through the building as AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck starts to play and slowly, methodically, a mountain of man that is the twentieth entrant slowly makes his way down the ramp.
VASSA: “It just got stormy in here!”
JOHNSON: “The storm is the size of a hurricane at over four hundred pounds! It’s Redd Thunder!”
#20: REDD THUNDER
Andre is able to fight off Quinn with a few right hands and stay in the ring. Raab is battling with Sativa, whom he kicks in the stomach before lifting onto his shoulders. As Thunder climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring, Sativa slips out over the back, and delivers a clothesline to Raab that sends him over the top rope and to the floor!
JOHNSON: “That’s gotta be a heartbreaker for the Raab family.”
VASSA: “It was nice having you, Konrad.”
Farthington charges at Thunder, but he gets caught in a gorilla press! Thunder turns to the ropes, and tosses him out to the floor!
VASSA: “There goes Farthington!”
Thunder turns around an meets a right hand from Andre Holmes. He kicks Thunder in the stomach and sets up for a suplex, but he’s not strong enough. Jair Hopkins comes over to lend the assist, and the two of them get the massive Redd Thunder over for a double suplex!
JOHNSON: “You could feel the impact from that slam!”
VASSA: “No kidding. Felt like a five pointer from here.”
Johnny Evil jumps on the back of Dakota Smith and locks in a sleeper hold with all his might. Dakota shakes, spins, and turns, but Evil has it in tight! Queef delivers a kick to Jair Hopkins’ midsection, and throws him shoulder first into the ring post!
JOHNSON: “There is NO give in that post! No doubt Hopkins will need some ice for that one!”
Kaelan and Queef are lifting Thunder by the shoulders and soon get him to his feet. They whip him towards Roxi, who jumps onto his shoulders. He tosses her off, she lands behind, he bounces off the ropes and floors all THREE of them with a double clothesline, getting Marquis with the left, and Johnson and Quinn with the right!”
JOHNSON: “Sweet potato pie! Redd Thunder just turned those girls inside out!”
Thunder beats on his chest in a show of power, but the crowd is too busy counting down again.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota Smith drops to one knee, still caught in Evil’s sleeper!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Andre Holmes pulls Marquis to her feet, pushes her to the corner, and begins to lift her out!
SEIS!
CINCO!
As Roxi and Kaelan find their way up to their knees, they both exchange right hands.
CUATRO!
VASSA: “We’re getting to the nitty gritty here. Who’s number twenty-one?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Lights Dim around the stage as ‘Rooster’ begins to play. A single orange spotlight fades in on the entrance. The twenty-first entrant slowly walks out, a pair of orange gloves in one hand, a towel around his neck.
JOHNSON: “Jan van der Roost, the veteran.”
VASSA: “He’s got someone new to fight for tonight, is it enough?”
#21: JAN VAN DER ROOST
Roost sheeds the towel and jogs down to the ring. He slides in and delivers a boot to Roxi, and a right hand to Kaelan. Dakota muscles his way back to his feet with Evil on his back, until Sativa climbs the turnbuckle behind them, leaps, and grabs Evil by the head as she flips over, slamming both of them face first into the canvas!
JOHNSON: “What a maneuver by Sativa Neveah!”
VASSA: “A two for one special, and Dakota Smith and Johnny Evil eat the mat!”
Marquis fights Holmes off, and uses the ropes for leverage as she uses both feet to kick him away. Roost lays a right hand on Roxi, whips her into the ropes, and flattens her on the rebound with a spinebuster. Redd Thunder picks up Johnny Evil, throws him into the ropes, pops him into the air, and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb!
JOHNSON: “Good lord what impact from the Final Flash! Johnny Evil may be broken in half after that one!”
Thunder get’s back to his feet as Jair Hopkins lands a right hand on him, but he knocks Hopkins down with a strong headbutt! Kaelan Quinn comes up to him, and she eats one as well. He then bounces off the ropes and takes down Roost and Holmes with a double shoulder block!
VASSA: “The Thunder clouds are booming in Mexico City tonight!”
Thunder continues rolling, taking out Queef with a clothesline! Roxi Johnson rushes him, only to get a powerslam for her efforts! Thunder lets out a monstrous roar for the crowd before turning around to find Dakota Smith staring him down, and the anticipation sets the crowd ablaze!”
JOHNSON: “Redd Thunder and Dakota Smith are the only ones standing!”
VASSA: “I think they may be locking horns soon!”
The two lock eyes, slowly approach each other, and it’s Dakota who strikes first with a hard right hand! Thunder staggers backward, and comes back with a hard right of his own!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota lands a kick to the gut, but then grabs him by the shoulder and the leg!
OCHO!
SIETE!
VASSA: “What is Dakota thinking here?”
SEIS!
CINCO!
With a roar, Dakota lifts Redd Thunder off the mat and body slams him to the canvas!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Dakota’s been in there for over thirty minutes! Where is he getting this strength!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Break You” by Lamb of God plays as the twenty-second entrant makes his way out onto the ramp and looks out at the crowd.
JOHNSON: “Luke Jones now, entrant number twenty-two.”
VASSA: “Entering this late, he’s got a chance.”
#22: LUKE JONES
Jones jogs down to the ring, slides in, and begins throwing right hands into Dakota’s face. Smith staggers towards the ropes, falls back agains them, and Jones is quick to begin lifting at the leg. Johnny Evil is up and comes over to lend an assist, lifting at the other leg.
JOHNSON: “Jones and Evil now working together.”
VASSA: “The rest of the ring is beginning to stir.”
Hopins lands a stomp on Andre Holmes before pulling him up, whipping him into the ropes, and connecting with a Japanese armdrag on the rebound. Roost pulls Quinn to her feet, backs her into the turnbuckle, and starts trying to lift her out. Sativa pulls Marquis to her feet, whips her into the ropes, but pays for it when Marquis comes back with a high knee. With a headbutt to Evil and a thumb to the eye of Luke Jones, Dakota escapes his predicament.
JOHNSON: “We’ve got eleven in there right now, eight more still in the back.”
VASSA: “And one of them is the guy who set up this match!”
Dakota pushes Luke Jones away, and turns Evil to the ropes instead. He lands a hard knife-edge chop before stepping back and charging, landing a big boot!
VASSA: “Up and over goes Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: “Wait a damn minute! Those masked lunatics!”
Two men wearing masks hop the barricade and catch Johnny Evil on his way to the floor!
JOHNSON: “These men wearing Purge gear have stopped Evil’s descent! Evil never hit the floor!”
VASSA: “There’s a guy who came prepared!”
These two men walk around the ring carrying Evil as they go while the action continues. Quinn gives a mighty kick to knock Van Der Roost away and into a high knee from Marquis. Quinn charges out of the corner and knocks Hopkins down to the mat just as Evil’s men set him back on the apron on the other side of the ring.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
One of Evil’s men hands him a kendo stick before he steps back into the ring
OCHO!
SIETE!
Roxi Johnson eats a clothesline from Andre Holmes!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Evil striks Redd Thunder hard across the back with the Kendo Stick before he can get to his feet.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Evil with that weapon, and number 23 on the way.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The unmistakable 80s beat begins to ring cheerfully throughout the PA system, signaling the beginning of “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” by Deniece Williams as the twenty-third entrant steps out onto the stage.
JOHNSON: “Hubert Smalls coming in now, no sign of his cat tonight.”
VASSA: “Of course not, the 4 Corners Frenzy Match is no place for a pussy.”
#23: HUBERT SMALLS
Smalls jogs down to the ring, high fives the fans, and rolls into the ring. Holmes locks up with Roost, but gets kicked in the stomach and recieves a flip piledriver for his efforts!
JOHNSON: “There’s the Dutch Death Spike! I think Holmes may be out cold!”
Smalls comes in, stomps on Redd Thunder while he’s down, but get’s whacked on the head by Evil’s Kendo Stick! Dazing him, Evil grabs Smalls by the tights and launches him over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Let’s here it for the boy who just got eliminated.”
Marquis locks up with Roxi, who kicks her in the stomach and drops her to the mat with a rocker dropper. Kaelan Quinn runs out of the corner and hits Luke Jones with an elbow, stunning him long enough for her to turn, grip him by the head, run up the turnbuckle, and connect with her finisher again!
JOHNSON: “Price Paid, and Luke Jones hits the mat like a rag doll!”
Jair Hopkins stunns Redd Thunder with a hard right hand. He bounces off the ropes, and connects with another. He bounces off the ropes again, but this time, Thunder stands up with a mighty roar, and Hopkins runs right into an avalanche. Thunder turns, bounces off the ropes, jumps into the air, and flattens Hopkins with a splash!
VASSA: “Good grief, Hopkins just got pancaked!”
JOHNSON: “Perry Wallace declared there would be war over this Summer, and this 4 Corners Frenzy match has been nothing short of that.”
Thunder gets to his feet, turns around, and eats a springboard DDT from Marquis!
JOHNSON: “Petty Cash, and the big man is down!”
Dakota zeros in on the downed Andre Homes. He lifts him to his feet, backs him up into the corner, and throws him by his shoulders halfway across the ring and into Sativa Neveah, who smacks face first into the middle turnbuckle!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Roost whips Evil into the ropes, and slams him hard to the mat with a hip toss.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Marquis executes a double leg takedown on Kaelan Quinn, and begins throwing repeated right hands into her face!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Luke Jones gets to his feet, and begins stomping on the arms and legs of Redd Thunder.
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Number twenty-four coming in.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Hellraiser” by Motorhead blares throughout the arena, drawing out the twenty-fourth entrant.
JOHNSON: “Scott Stevens, the big man out of Houston, Texas.”
VASSA: “It’s a Texas-sized brawl in there. This oughta be right up his alley.”
#24: SCOTT STEVENS
As Stevens walks to the ring, Evil finds his kendo stick and swings on Dakota again, but he catches it, takes it from him, and breaks it over his knee! Stevens climbs into the ring and floors Roxi Johnson with a vicious lariat! Dakota whips Evil towards the ropes, where Stevens gives him a lariat as well. Stevens turns and gives one to Roost as well, sending Roost over the top and to the floor!
JOHNSON: “The Dutchman gets dumped from the ring, and Jan Van Der Roost will be heading back to the locker room!”
Holmes gets to his feet, gets hold of Kaelan Quinn, and gives her a hard right hand. She retalliates with a boot to the stomach, and a standing dropkick to the face! Stevens locks up with Redd Thunder, and it’s Thunder who shoves him back into the turnbuckle. Stevens gives a kick to the knee, knocking him to one, and rams his face into the turnbuckle. Sativa whips Jair Hopkins into the ropes, attempts a hip toss, but Hopkins reverses and connects with a release German suplex!
VASSA: “Sativa is down again. These athletes have shown no mercy tonight.”
JOHNSON: “It’s all for the right to challenge for the 4CW Championship. There are eleven in the ring, six more in the back.”
VASSA: “And no sign of Barrows in this match yet!”
Out of nowhere, Dakota Smith comes in and steamrolls right over Kaelan Quinn!
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith still a force in there, and he’s been in for over 33 minutes!”
Marquis pulls Johnny Evil to his feet, gives him a chop across the chest, whips him into the ropes, but misses the dropkick as he hangs on to the ropes. Luke Jones whips Roxi Johnson into a corner and follows her in, but she brings her leg up and her foot catches him in the jaw. She climbs up to the top and leaps onto his shoulders, but he counters the hurricanrana, pulls her up, and takes her towards the ropes!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Roxi takes Luke with her, and they both land outside over the apron!
OCHO!
SIETE!
They struggle to their feet, exchanging rights as they rise!
SEIS!
CINCO!
They reach their feet, still exchanging blows!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Johnson and Jones in a precarious spot here!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lighting around the stage darkens a bit before the opening of “Shook Ones (Part II)” by Mobb Deep starts playing as the crowd begins to boo. The twenty-fifth entrant steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out.
VASSA: “Anastasia Hayden, our 4CW Fate Champion.”
JOHNSON: “A late entry here, and The Scavenger is coming to pick the bones!”
#25: ANASTASIA HAYDEN
Hayden pops in her mouthguard and runs to the ring. Luke Jones lands a hard right hand and Johnson teeters! Hayden slides into the ring and meets Jair Hopkins with a stiff spinning wheel kick. Johnson lands a left, but Jones kicks her in the gut and DDT’s her to the floor as he lands on the apron!
JOHNSON: “And Roxi has been eliminated!”
VASSA: “It all started when she went to the top rope. I told you someone would pay for it.”
Hayden delivers a forearm to Andre Holmes, whips him into the ropes, and takes him down with a side slam backbreaker! Luke Jones rolls back into the ring, but is met with a kick to the gut from Scott Stevens. Stevens pulls him up and pushes him to the corner, trying to lift him back out. Thunder gets to his feet, turns, and lands a staggering right hand to the jaw of Dakota Smith. He comes out with a right hand, whips him into the ropes, and flattens the Butcher with a clothesline.
JOHNSON: “Redd Thunder has been a powerhouse since his entry. I think he might be the favorite to win at this point.”
Kaelan Quinn locks up with Johnny Evil. He whips her into the ropes, but she stops herself by grabbing onto them. She lures Evil in, he charges, and she drops the top rope on him! Evil spills out, but again, the two masked men from earlier stop him from hitting the floor!
VASSA: “That’s those masked lunatics again, here to help help Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: “That’s the second time these men have saved Evil from elimination. We need to get some security out here!”
The two men toss Johnny back onto the apron before a hoarde of security guards rush down the ramp, chasing off Evil’s friends as he rolls back into the ring just in time to eat a piece of Marquis’ boot!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Sativa locks up with Andre Holmes, and drills him with a neckbreaker!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Stevens fights off Luke Jones, and explodes out of the corner with a lariat!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Thunder pulls Dakota to his feet, and takes him towards the ropes!
CUATRO!
VASSA: “We’re coming down to the wire. Who’s number twenty-six?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
With a pyro blast, a trollface appears on the screen as “Now’s My Time” by The DJIG hits. The crowd rises to their feet as the twenty-sixth entrant strides out onto the stage.
JOHNSON: “It’s the Troll Guy! Mariano Fernandez!”
VASSA: “The only guy in the world who would deny pulling more tail than a slow kid at a petting zoo.”
#26: MARIANO FERNANDEZ
Mariano jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring, immediately taking down Marquis with a running clothesline, and Hayden with another. Dakota kicks Redd Thunder in his massive gut, and turns the tables, now trying to force HIM out, and Hopkins comes over to assist!
JOHNSON: “Who would’ve thought they’d ever see THIS! Jair Hopkins assisting Dakota Smith!”
VASSA: “They’re trying to get the big man out.”
Andre Holmes locks up with Luke Jones, and gets the better of it with a knee to the gut. He drops to one knee, and throws an uppercut into his jaw. He then takes him over to the ropes, and attempts to force him over. Hayden lands a kick to the midsection of Kaelan Quinn, throws her into the ropes, and connects with a Pele kick on the rebound!
VASSA: “Nerf This! by Sativa, she’s been hanging tough in there.”
JOHNSON: “Sativa entered at Number thirteen, Kaelan Quinn’s been in there over thirty-one minutes!”
Thunder knocks Hopkins away with a hard right hand into a belly to belly suplex from Scott Stevens that sees him hit the turnbuckle upside-down and crumple to the mat! Thunder gives a headbutt to Dakota Smith, allowing him to get off the ropes, but Dakota answers right back with a headbutt of his own!
VASSA: “Redd Thunder stays alive.”
JOHNSON: “But for how much longer? Only one person can win this thing. Who will it be?”
Johnny Evil lands a kick to the gut of Stevens and goes for a snap suplex. Stevens counters, pushes Evil into the ropes, and connects with a big boot to the face! He pulls Evil to his feet, but Evil responds with a right hand, and pushes Stevens to the ropes. He clotheslines Stevens over the top rope, but he lands on his knees on the apron. Evil charges, but Stevens dodges and catches him with a kick before reaching over the top rope and getting a headlock in.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Luke Jones hits Andre Holmes with a straight forearm shot, allowing him out of danger.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Hayden goes for a kick to Fernandez’s midsection, but he catches her foot, spins her away, and drops her with a Pele kick of his own!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Stevens has pulled Evil halfway over the top rope!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Stevens and Evil both in trouble, and Number twenty-seven is due up!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lights go dark around the stage as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the back dancing and wilding out is the twenty-seventh entrant followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Extreme Champion, Carmella Wilder.
VASSA: “Sounds like Mexico City is Wett for Jett!”
JOHNSON: “These people are booing, Vinny.”
#27: JETT WILDER
With a kiss on the cheek from his mother, Jett jogs his way down the ramp. He hops up onto the apron, and just happens to grab Stevens by the shoulder as both he and Evil fall to the floor!
JOHNSON: “Scott Stevens lost his balance, and both he and Johnny Evil are eliminated!”
VASSA: “Look at Jett! He’s jumping around out here like he eliminated BOTH of them!”
Jett hops down off the apron and walks around the ring, headed for the commentary table. In the ring, Sativa kicks Mariano in the gut, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a snap neckbreaker, dropping him to the mat as Wilder arrives at the commentary table and grabs a headset.
JOHNSON: “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in the ring.”
WILDER: “Hey guys! How are you enjoying my match so far?”
VASSA: “Uh, Jett?”
Hopkins gets to his feet, turns, and takes down Sativa Neveah with a scoop slam followed by a leg drop. Holmes walks into a right hand from Marquis, who whips him into the ropes, misses with a clothesline, but not with the drop toe hold, followed by a quick elbow drop to the back.
WILDER: “Amazing, isn’t it? Just look at all the action going on in that ring!”
JOHNSON: “Action you’re supposed to be a part of.”
VASSA: “Umm, Jett?”
Dakota levels Mariano with a fierce clothesline, and Redd Thunder does the same to Luke Jones. Marquis pulls Holmes to his feet, pushes him into the corner, and starts lifting at his leg. Anastasia Hayden ties up with Kaelan Quinn, whips her into the ropes, lowers her head, and goes for a back body drop, but Quinn reverses, turning it into a high elevation DDT instead!
WILDER: “Wow! Did you see that!? She’s been in there for a long time too!”
JOHNSON: “A lot longer than you.”
VASSA: “Jett!?”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota and Thunder tie up again, and it’s Dakota with a stiff elbow, staggering Thunder backward.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn gives a stiff European Uppercut right to Sativa’s jaw!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Holmes kicks Marquis out of the corner, and Luke Jones floors her with a shining wizard!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Were up to Number twenty-eight.”
TRES!
WILDER: “My match is nearing completion.”
DOS!
VASSA: “JETT!!”
UNO!
WILDER: “What!?”
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Jett nearly leaps out of his skin when he hears the pyro explode on the stage. The fourth tier of Dancing Mad plays throughout the arena and out marches the twenty-eighth entrant with a certain pipe in his hand.
VASSA: “That’s what I was trying to tell you, Jett! Matthias’ number hadn’t come up yet!”
JOHNSON: “It has now, and he’s eyeing you like a hungry dog eyeing a pork chop!”
#28: MATTHIAS BARROWS
Matthias picks up the pace, sprinting down the ramp, around the ring, and diving over the announce table onto Jett Wilder!
JOHNSON: “Barrows is all over Wilder out here with the rights and lefts! Vinny Vassa has lost his headset!”
Barrows gets to his feet, pulls Wilder up, and throws him shoulder first into the ringsteps hard enough to knock them clear to the barricade! Holmes ties up with Luke Jones, whips him into the ropes, and catches him in a sleeper hold. Jones quickly escapes by dropping to his rear, bouncing Holmes off of him as Barrows rolls Wilder into the ring.
JOHNSON: “Are you okay, Vinny?”
VASSA: “I’m just glad I wasn’t Matthias’ target!”
As Jett gets to his feet, he turns around and Barrows smacks him right in the face with Black Betty, immediately dropping him to the ground! A wound is seen on Wilders forehead as blood begins to trickle down his face! Barrows pulls him to his feet, hooks his arm with the pipe, and launches him over the top rope and to the floor!
JOHNSON: “Barrows was never happy that Wilder tried to claim credit for this match, and he just set Jett soaring!”
Gary the Assassin pops out from under the ring to collect Jett’s blood in a vial, while Barrows gets pounded across the back by the forearm of Mariano Fernandez, forcing him to drop his weapon. Black Betty rolls to the outside as Fernandez whips Barrows into the corner and follows him in with a stiff forearm.
JOHNSON: “Barrows is the one who arranged for this match, and he’s in the thick of it now. Does he have what it takes to win?”
Hayden gives a stiff kick to Redd Thunder’s left leg, followed by another that drops him to a knee, followed by a standing dropkick that knocks him to the ground! Andre Holmes catches Dakota charging with a kick to the leg that drops him to one knee, followed by a superkick right to the mouth!
JOHNSON: “I talked with Holmes a little backstage today, he calls that the Thrust Kick!”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Sativa gets to her feet and puts a boot right into Marquis’ stomach.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn gets flattened by Redd Thunder again as he splashes her in the corner!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Jair Hopins jumps out of the corner and takes down Ana Hayden with a shoulder block.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Only two remain backstage! Who’s coming out next?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Y’all ready to get nasty?”
A TV-PG logo on the screen cracks in multiple pieces, revealing a Parental Advisory — EXPLICIT CONTENT sign. The loud moaning echoes throughout the arena as the twenty-ninth entrant emerges from behind the curtains.
VASSA: “It’s DeAndre Johnson Jr.!”
JOHNSON: “Also known as Taboo at Number 29. What a draw he got!”
#29: DeANDRE JOHNSON JR.
Johnson jogs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and runs right into a right hand from Andre Holmes! Johnson staggers backward against the ropes, and Holmes wastes no time grabbing him by the knees, lifting him up, and tossing him over and out!!
VASSA: “Hey, Johnson didn’t even get to mount an offense!”
JOHNSON: “It doesn’t matter! He went up, over, and down! He is eliminated!”
Holmes turns and gets clobbered by a hard right hand from Persephone Marquis! She whips him into the ropes, kicks him in the stomach, and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Luke Jones gets a side headlock on Jair Hopkins, who bounces him into the ropes, but gets dropped by a dropkick that sends him onto his rear into the corner. Jones pops up, and delivers another one right to the jaw!
VASSA: “Look out, Redd Thunder has Kaelan Quinn!”
Thunder gorilla presses Quinn off the ground and holds her high above his head! He starts walking to the ropes, but she slips free, lands on her feet behind him, and drops him with a chop block! Sativa hammers Dakota with a clubbing forearm, whips him into the ropes, but he runs right through her on the rebound with an avalance!
VASSA: “Dakota Smith still going strong! How long has he been in there now?”
JOHNSON: “Over forty-two minutes!”
Ana Hayden locks up with Andre Holmes and thrusts a knee right into his gut! She whips him into the ropes, but he reverses her hip toss with a neckbreaker, dropping them both to the canvas. Mariano whips Matthias to another turnbuckle and follows him in, but he runs right into Matthias’ boot. Doubled over, Matthias grabs him by the head, spider-legs himself up the corner, lifts him up, and flies through the air to drill him with a sitout powerbomb!
JOHNSON: “Barrows with The Overdose! It feels like months since we’ve seen him hit that!”
VASSA: “It almost has been months.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Queef takes down Kaelan with a running clothesline, then starts stomping away!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Luke Jones lands a clubbing blow to Barrows’ back while he gets to his feet.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Redd Thunder gets a DDT from Jair Hopkins, who begins to climb the turnbuckle!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Hopkins going up top as we await the final entrant!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The heavy pounding electronical sounds of Tears by HEALTH sound over the PA system as the thirtieth entrant wastes little time to march down to the ring, his head covered by the hood of his jacket.
JOHNSON: “It’s Vossler! The final entrant in this 4 Corners Frenzy match!”
VASSA: “He’s got the best draw of the night. Let’s see what he can do with it.”
#30: VOSSLER
Vossler sheds the jacket as he runs down to the ring and slides in just as Hopkins leaps, backflipping through the air, and landing both feet to Thunder’s chest!
VASSA: “OMFG! Hopkins got it again!”
Vossler goes right after Barrows, stomping on him as he gets up, but Barrows counters with a kick, allowing him to lift Vossler up for a spinebuster, but Barrows turns to his left and tosses Vossler over and out!
VASSA: “Look at this! Vossler is out!”
JOHNSON: “He was the final entrant, ladies and gentlemen, there are no more competitors backstage!”
VASSA: “We’ve got about eleven left in the ring!”
JOHNSON: “And one of them will win an opportunity at the 4CW Championship!”
Barrows runs right into a right hand from Kaelan, which staggers him back into the corner. She begins kicking away at his ribs, causing him to drop down to his rear where she is able to choke him with her boot. Dakota THROWS Luke Jones into the corner before a loud knife-edge chop echo’s throughout the building!
VASSA: “We keep talking about how impressive Dakota has been. Keep in mind he was the first man in here!”
JOHNSON: “Nearly everybody has crossed paths with him at one time or another.”
Marquis pulls Andre Holmes up to his feet. She tries to Irish whip him, but he plants his feet and reverses, throwing her over the top rope! She lands on the apron and slaps him HARD across the face; enough to set Holmes off! He charges at her, but Queef lowers the top rope on him and he spills out to the floor!”
VASSA: “Whoa! That’s the loudest slap I ever heard in my LIFE!”
JOHNSON: “Andre Holmes is eliminated, but what a showing for his first time in a 4CW Ring. I can’t wait to see more of him, and what he’ll be up against in two weeks in Scotland.”
VASSA: “Who do we have left?”
JOHNSON: “Peresephone Marquis is still in there, as is Dakota Smith. Anastasia Hayden. Luke Jones still alive.”
VASSA: “I see Matthias still in there. Sativa’s hanging tough. Mariano Fernandez is in it.”
JOHNSON: “Redd Thunder still alive. Jair Hopkins, and how about Kaelan Quinn?”
Mariano Fernandez gets to his feet, and a boot from Luke Jones hits him square in the stomach! He pushes the Troll Guy to the corner and hits him in the face with a stiff headbutt. Mariano fires right back with a forarm strike. Jones stumbles away, and Mariano goes up to the second rope, jumping off to deliver a perfect ax handle smash.
VASSA: “Mariano fighting back in it now.”
Jair Hopkins throws a right hand into Marquis’ face and quickly takes her down with a snap suplex. Ana Hayden bounces off the ropes and scores a direct hit on Matthias with a running lariat, knocking him to the ground before Redd Thunder bulldozes his way through her with one of his own! Hopkins sees Barrows prone and begins climbing the turnbuckle. As he steadies himself, Barrows pops up and pushes him off! Jair Hopkins loses his balance and spills to the outside!
JOHNSON: “Oh my god!”
VASSA: “What did I tell you? I knew it was risky to go up top, and Hopkins has paid for it big time! Jair Hopkins is OUT!”
In shock, Hopkins turns and heads to the locker room. Barrows takes a second to gloat, but turns around into a Diamond Cutter!
JOHNSON: “Got ‘em! Sativa strikes again!”
Sativa turns and gets floored by Dakota Smith with a running clothesline. Redd Thunder pulls Ana Hayden to her feet and whips her into the ropes. He pops her up, but she counters into a sunset flip! She cant get the big man off his feet, and dodges at the last second when he drops his weight to the canvas, and gets up to start kicking him repeatedly in the back!
VASSA: “Anastasia Hayden letting her vicious side out now.”
Marquis charges at Mariano, but he catches her coming with an elbow. With her stunned, Mariano takes over, spitting a mist into her face, bouncing off the far ropes, and nailing a shining wizard! Its enough to send Marquis stumbling backward, over the top rope, and to the floor!”
JOHNSON: “Trollface! And Persephone Marquis has been eliminated!”
VASSA: “It’s gotta hurt to know she won’t be getting that gift card now.”
Ana Hayden hauls Redd Thunder to his feet, and pushes him towards the ropes. As she begins to lift at one of his legs, Luke Jones comes in and begins lifting at the other. Dakota Smith comes in and begins pushing one of his shoulders, and soon Sativa is pushing at the other.”
JOHNSON: “Look at this! They’re ganging up on the big man!”
Matthias finds his way to his feet and joins in, followed by Mariano, and a final push from Kaelan Quinn is enough to send Redd Thunder up, over, and tumbling to the floor!
VASSA: “It took everyone left in the ring, about seven, but they got Redd Thunder out!”
Barrows is the first to get punched in the mouth, this time by Luke Jones who shoves him back towards the corner and begins trying to wrestle him out. Kaelan Quinn and Sativa Neveah begin double teaming Dakota Smith, putting the boots to him and knocking him down to a knee. Ana Hayden decks Mariano right in the mouth as the field spreads out.
JOHNSON: “Seven competitors left. Who’s going to walk out the winner?”
Sativa and Kaelan pull Dakota up and push him into another corner, The whip him to the opposite where Sativa then whips Kaelan into him. Kaelan connects with a running clothesline, but when Sativa follows, Dakota shoots his hands out, gripping her by the throat! He turns, and tosses her over and out to the floor!
VASSA: “There goes Sativa, and a lot of potheads hearts are breaking over that one!”
JOHNSON: “We’re down to six! Hayden, Fernandez, Quinn, Smith, Jones, and Barrows.”
VASSA: “Speaking of Barrows, Luke Jones almost has him out!”
Barrows fights viciously, driving his elbow into Jones’ temple, which allows him to escape. Once he’s back in the ring, Barrows lands a hard boot right to his stomach, and drills him with a DDT. Ana Hayden grabs Kaelan by the arm, whips her into the ropes, and floors her with a power slam. Mariano runs over and delivers a vertical suplex to Luke Jones as he tries to get up. Barrows bounces off the ropes and nails Dakota with a running clothesline that barely budges him.
VASSA: “Uh oh, Matthias. I think you just crossed the wrong guy!”
Dakota grabs Matthias and lifts him up into a Gorrila press and begins walking to the ropes as the crowd comes alive. At the last possible second, Barrows rakes the eyes and drops down behind him, and sees Mariano coming in time to duck the clothesline that sends Dakota Smith spilling out to the floor!
VASSA: “Holy bejesus! Dakota Smith is OUT!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith, the first man in this thing, is out! He was in this match over forty-eight minutes ladies and gentlemen.”
Hayden kicks Quinn in the stomach and sets up for a suplex, but Quinn pushes her off and flattens her with a DDT instead. Luke Jones comes barrelling towards Matthias, who ducks his clothesline as well, dropping the rope and dumping him onto the apron. Barrows begins to push with his foot, but Mariano comes up from behind and dumps him over the top rope!
JOHNSON: “This Mexico City crowd just came unglued! Matthias Barrows has been ELIMINATED!”
VASSA: “Look at the shock on his face!”
Unable to handle it, Barrows rises to his feet and clobbers one of the referees!
JOHNSON: “What the hell was that about!?”
VASSA: “Matthias has been vocal about the officiating around here, and it looks like he’s finally snapped!”
Barrows marches to the timekeepers table and begins screaming into a microphone.
BARROWS: “Kodiak! Kodiak, get out here!”
Barrows clocks another official and slams anothers head into the announce desk. “Superbeast” by Rob Zombie blares through the crowd as Matthias’ new heavy appears from the back and runs down the ramp.
JOHNSON: “Barrows has called for his enforcer, and now this massive Kodiak Winters is sliding into the ring!”
Matthias throws the last official into the barricade. Kodiak locks onto Mariano, hoists him onto his shoulders, and spins him through the air slamming him on his face!
VASSA: “Kodiak calls that move “Beast Mode!”
Kodiak hoists Kaelan Quinn up next as Matthias slides back in and jams the butt of Black Betty into Luke Jones’ face! Kodiak hits Beast Mode again as Barrows turns and clocks Hayden as well!
JOHNSON: “I tell you this, Matthias Barrows is just about the sorest loser I’ve ever seen.”
VASSA: “He and his heavy have just laid out the rest of the field.”
Barrows finally leaves the ring with his heavy in tow as the camera focuses back on the ring. As the four competitors begin to stir, medical staff comes down to check on the referees, as do the Octane referees.
JOHNSON: “Perry Wallace apparently sending out the Octane officiating squad to finish up here, and I bet he’s gonna lay a harsh punishment on Matthias Barrows when he gets to the back.”
Kaelan is the first to get back to her feet after being laid out by Barrows tantrum. Luke Jones and Ana are next and both seem to set their sights on the Octane star, delivering blows in tandem to Kaelan before backing her up into the corner while Mariano still fights to recover. Initially Kaelan responds, blasting Luke in the stomach with a kick before being met with a knife edge chop from Ana. Orange hair flying everywhere, Kaelan responds with a kick to Ana’s stomach as well, only to be punched by Luke a moment later.
VASSA: ”Look at her go! The Fate Champion and Luke Jones working together against the gorgeous Irish lass that Laughlin drugged into sleeping with him.!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think that’s how that happened. But I don’t want her family to kill me so we’re not going to delve into her background. But she’s holding her own that’s for sure.”
Ana misses on her next strike, Kaelan narrowly dodging it before driving a forearm into Ana’s face, backing her off momentarily. Kaelan then hooks her arm around Lukes neck before hopping up to the middle turnbuckle and leaping off, twisting in a tornado like motion and driving him down to the mat with a tornado DDT. As Kaelan bounces up to her feet, feeling the momentum of the match rapidly shift in her favor, she pumps her fists in the air getting a positive reaction from the crowd. Dakota Smith had been in the match for a long time before being eliminated, and she knew she was not only closing in on out doing him, but was also closing in on victory.
“On your knees dog”
Kaelan’s head snaps towards the top of the entrance ramp as the big screen shows a momentary glimpse of Dexter Severin’s face, a man who had already entered and been eliminated from the Frenzy who Kaelan did not by any means have a friendly relationship with. Scowling, she turned her body fully to prepare for him to make his presence known but a moment later the music faded. As it did a confused look crossed Kaelan’s face before Mariano scrambled to his feet, grabbed Kaelan by the back of her attire, and tossed her over the top rope and down to the outside of the ring.
VASSA: ”What the hell was that??”
JOHNSON: ”I’m not sure… but it distracted Kaelan just long enough for Mariano to be able to eliminate her from the match!”
Mariano looks apologetically out at Kaelan, who slumps against the barrier disappointed. She’s the final Octane competitor to be eliminated and the crowd acknowledges her by beginning to chant her name as the other two remaining competitors left in the ring, Luke Jones and Ana Hayden, slouch in their own respective corners, trying to catch their breaths.
“THANK YOU, KAELAN! *clap clap clapclapclap* THANK YOU KAELAN! *clap clap clapclapclap*”
VASSA: ”Her orange hair might be obnoxious but you can’t deny she showed heart here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”People have been talking about Caroline O’Hara Burchill as being the face of Octane. Tonight, Kaelan Quinn Price might have just stolen that mantle right out from underneath the self proclaimed Queen.”
As Kaelan slowly heads back up to entrance ramp to the backstage area she takes time to slap hands with a few of the fans, waving exhaustedly at the crowd before disappearing out of sight as attention returns to the remaining three competitors in the ring.
VASSA: ”It’s down to three here and I don’t think anyone could have predicted these would be the final three remaining..”
JOHNSON: ”The former fuckboy himself, Luke Jones. The Gadfly, Mariano Fernandez, and our very own Fate champion, Anastasia Hayden. No, I don’t think anyone would have guessed these would be the final three.”
Before Mariano can turn back to his opponents, Luke and Ana both move toward him and lift him up by his legs, tossing him over the top rope. He twists in mid air and somehow manages to land his feet right on the edge of the ring apron, his hands grasping the top rope and holding on for dear life. Ana, acting quickly, smashed her forearm down across Mariano’s, causing him to release the top rope and hold on with only one hand.
Luke, thinking to follow suit, raises his arm in the air to bring it down in a chop against Manny’s other arm. Thinking quickly, Mariano shifts his weight and leaps off of the ring apron, landing delicately on the top of the barrier outside the ring, his feet never touching the floor. With a smirk, he winks at the two left in the ring and asks his familiar question as the fans cheer and shout it at the same time.
“PROBLEM?
Ana, smartly, turns her attention away from Manny and drives a sharp elbow into Luke’s temple, stumbling the man. She quickly whips him into the ropes and waits patiently for Luke to return on the rebound. As he charges back at her, Ana waits and at the last second drops, pulling the top rope down with her, leaving Luke to tumble over it, catching himself at the last second and holding on just as Manny had been moments earlier. Ana, again, wastes no time and drives her fist into Luke’s face. He responds with a head butt and then ducks down, lowering his shoulder and ramming it into her abdomen, doubling her over, before leaping over the top rope, flipping down her back, and pulling her down with him with a sharp power bomb.
Ana’s body connects with the mat as Luke takes a moment to catch his breath, not noticing that Manny has hopped back from the ring barrier onto the apron and then ascended to the top of the nearby turnbuckle. As he gets back to his feet, Mariano leaps from the top rope, hooks his legs around Luke’s head, and takes him down with a diving hurricanrana. Meanwhile, Ana pushes herself back up to her feet and stumbles, briefly, before steadying herself on the rope. Manny charges across the ring and aims a boot at Ana’s head, but she avoids it at the last second and leaves Mariano to have his leg snap into the ropes awkwardly. In pain, Mariano falls to the mat clutching his knee, which Ana instantly notices and begins to focus on.
VASSA: ”Can’t blame Manny for going for the home run, trying to put the women, errr, Fate champion away like that. I hate him. But you can’t fault him for it.”
JOHNSON: ”No you can’t but it looks like he tweaked his knee and that’s never a good sign at this point in a match like the one we’re witnessing.”
With Ana focused on Mariano, Luke once more gets to his feet. He directs his attention at Ana first, driving a forearm into the side of her head before whipping her into the nearby corner. He then chooses to leave her alone and focus on the weakened Mariano, who still his rubbing at his knee in discomfort. Yet again, Luke employs a use of the irish whip, sending Fernandez into the ropes. On the rebound he lifts Mariano into the air and drops him down across his knee with an atomic drop. A stunned Manny absorbs a brutal rainmaker, completing the string of maneuvers that Jones calls the #FUCKBOYSPECIAL.
As he bends down to pull Manny back up and toss him over the ropes, Ana dashes out of her corner and grabs Luke by the back of his tights, turning and tossing him over the top rope where he tumbles down to the floor. The referee immediately signals that Luke has been eliminated from the competition.
VASSA: ”THERE GOES LUKE!.”
JOHNSON: ”AND THEN THERE WERE TWO!”
VASSA: ”This is all Ana Hayden’s to win, now. Mariano looks like he just got knocked back into Skyrim.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s going to wake up thinking he serves the Empire or whatever the hell it’s called.”
VASSA: ”He’s just starting to push himself back up to his feet now and Ana has him in her sights already.”
JOHNSON: ”Look out, Manny! I hope they don’t ever say this to you about Paige but… SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN!”
As Manny pushes himself back up, Ana uses the ropes for momentum and connects with a brutal running single leg dropkick that spins him around and leaves him draped across the top rope. The fans, instantly buzzing, sense the end of the match coming quickly now as does Ana. Rushing over to him quickly, she grabs him by his right leg and lifts up, but instinctively Mariano’s arms clamp down upon the top rope. Hayden manages to lift him and get one leg over the top rope but Manny then locks his legs around the top rope as well, hanging on as best as he can.
Frustrated, Ana lines up repeated kicks to the abdomen, looking to weaken the resolve of Mariano, who shakes his head no and grimaces as he endures it. Finally, he can’t absorb any more and allows himself to roll toward the outside of the ring, catching his feet on the ring apron. Ana backs up and looks to line up another running single leg drop kick. Fernandez, sensing the danger, drops down to his back and rolls under the bottom rope. A half second before she was going to leap, Ana managed to slam on the breaks, narrowly missing flying over the top rope to elimination.
VASSA: ”Hit the brakes!”
JOHNSON: ”Mariano nearly stole that one. But the match goes on.”
Frustration setting in, Ana begins to stomp angrily on the downed TROLL GUY, who absorbs the strikes, trying to fend them off as best as he can while fighting back up to his feet. Finally, up to one knee, he gets a left hand up, blocking a wild right from Ana. Shaking his head no, soccer mom hair flailing everywhere, Ana goes for another strike but Manny blocks that one as well and continues to shake his head no. She tries once more and yet again, Manny blocks her, pushing his way back to his feet and unloading on her with a right of his own. As Ana turns back to look Manny in the eye he shrugs and shakes his head, looking at her with an “I don’t know” expression. Ana once more tries to punch his face in but Manny blocks once more, waves his finger in her face, and then screams.
“FUUUUUSSSSSSS ROOOOOO DAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
He leaps, steps up, and connects. THE GADFLY! Ana, suddenly seeing stars, stumbles back into the ropes and bounces off of them, taking off at a run in his direction. Just as she’s about to leap, Manny spews a foul mist into her face. The crowd, once more on their feet in excitement, scream along with one of their favorites.
“PROOOOBBBBLLLLEEEEMMMM?”
TROLLFACE! The shining wizard connects, sending Ana toppling over the ropes. She lands on the ring apron, but with her vision impaired she misses grabbing onto the top rope and, in seeming slow motion, tumbles down to the outside of the ring.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner of the Four Corners Frenzy match… and challenger to the 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP…… THE GADFLY…. MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”
Silence falls over the commentary team and over the entire arena for long moments as Manny, breathing heavily, seems uncertain of how to react. It isn’t until the sturdy drum of his entrance music begins to play over the sound system that the crowd erupts into sheer delirium. Finally, Mariano Fernandez, beloved troll, had won a match on the biggest of stages. Taking to the ropes, he raises his hands in the air in celebration as the crowd, in unison, chants over and over again.
“PRRROOOOOOOBBBBLLLLEEEEEMMMMM?
PRRRRRRROOOOOBBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEMMMMMM?
PPPPPRRRROOOOOOBBBBBBLLLLEEEEEMMMMMMMMMM?”
VASSA: ”You’ve got to be shitting me.”
JOHNSON: ”Ladies and gentlemen if you placed bets on Mariano Fernandez to win the Four Corners Frenzy match, congratulations. You now have enough money to become a part owner of 4CW.”
VASSA: ”I refuse to acknowledge it”
JOHNSON: ”Whether you refuse to acknowledge it or not, Manny did the unthinkable tonight. He changed the landscape of 4CW with a few tosses of 4CW talent over the top rope. And now, because he is the last man standing, Bronx Valescence awaits him at Bad Company, or perhaps, the Adrenaline after.”
VASSA: ”This is my worst nightmare. The next thing you’re going to tell me is that Tara Davidson really is pregnant.”
JOHNSON: ”She is. With a little girl.”
VASSA: ”I don’t want to live anymore.”
JOHNSON: ”These are the kinds of matches that change careers. Nearly a year ago the world was sure that JPD was on his way to facing Jair Hopkins at Winter Wasteland. Elijah Carlson had something else to say about that at Fright Night, though.”
VASSA: ”Don’t. Don’t you say it, Steve.”
JOHNSON: ”Leading up to South Beach Brawl, Bronx Valescence went on a tear that saw him defeat Eli at South Beach Brawl and then overcome all odds at Ante Up.”
VASSA: ”I’m going to be sick”
JOHNSON: ”Will Manny be the next one to defy the odds? I don’t know what the answer to that question is but you can bet your ass we’re going to find out soon.”
VASSA: ”Maybe he’ll get an STD from Paige before then and someone else will have to take his place.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t count on it. But that’s all from us tonight folks. Dakota Smith and Kaelan Quinn put on iron man, or woman, performances tonight but just came up short. The luck of the irish wasn’t on their side.”
VASSA: ”Don’t forget Barrows temper tantrum, Jett commentary, Marquis and Jair both being back in a 4CW ring, and everything else that happened tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”How could I forget any of that? What will the fall out be from tonights chaos? Tune in to Octane live, next Friday, and the road to Bad Company that begins in just two weeks when we return, live, on Adrenaline. I’m Steve Johnson and this is my partner, Vinny Vassa. Goodnight Folks!”
POWERS: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the 4 CORNERS FRENZY MATCH!!!”
The crowd cheers in anticipation as Powers continues.
POWERS: “In this match, the two participants who drew Numbers One and Two will start. Every ninety seconds, another competitor will enter the ring until all thirty have entered. Elimination occurs when a competitor is thrown over the top rope, and BOTH feet touch the floor. The last competitor in the ring will be declared the winner, and will become the Number One Contender for the 4CW Championship!”
The crowd cheers some more, ready for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: “Those are the rules, ladies and gentlemen, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for a 4CW Match.”
VASSA: “You’re excited? Feel these nipples! Let’s go! Who drew Number One?”
“These voices in my head are telling me you have to die
I obeyed their every wish
I’ll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You’re my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I’m a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist”
“Welcome to Hell” starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic – his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
POWERS: ”Introducing first: from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher”, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
#1: DAKOTA SMITH
JOHNSON: “Can you believe this, ladies and gentlemen!? The Butcher has drawn Number One!”
VASSA: “What a shocker! The Number One spot has the lowest chance of winning, but I believe it may work in Dakota Smith’s favor.”
JOHNSON: “How do you figure?”
VASSA: “Dakota can just toss them out one-by-one as they enter. This could be very advantageous for him.”
Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the officials on the outside. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.
POWERS: “And now, introducing the individual who drew Number Two…”
JOHNSON: “I do not envy this person one bit.”
VASSA: “Whoever it is, they’d better be ready to fight right out of the gate.”
Viddus Morta’s music hits and the arena goes completely black. AS the lyrics begin four different fire explosions keep firing in the air on each side. Viduus walks out slowly on pace with the music holding insert here down at waist level.
POWERS: “From Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds – VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”
#2: VIDUUS MORTA
JOHNSON: “What do you make of this!? Viduus Morta entering at Number Two!”
VASSA: “This is the kind of guy you need to be Number Two if Dakota is Number One. That Taipei Deathmatch he had back at South Beach Brawl was just amazing!”
JOHNSON: “Morta has been without the Extreme Championship for two weeks now, and he’s got a big climb ahead of him if he wants to get back on the horse.”
VASSA: “He wins this, he’ll get back on that horse in a BIG way.”
The music picks up pace and Viduus echoes his signature laugh almost matching the song that is playing while throwing his hands in the air. Viduus makes his way to the ring almost floating in the way he walks and moves his shoulders in stride. Viduus slides into the ring and crawls to the middle of the ring the insert here slithering across the ring with him. As soon as he slides in, Dakota pounces on him and begins stomping away!
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Here we go now, and the 4 Corners Frenzy match is underway!”
Dakota picks Viduus up to his feet, backs him into the corner, and begins letting loose with knife-edge chops to Morta’s chest, garnering a “WHOO” from the crowd with every connection! After three of them, Dakota gives Viduus an irish whip into the opposite corner. He follows him in for a running attack, but Viduus gets his boot up, catching the Butcher in the face and forcing him to stagger backwards.
JOHNSON: “Now remember, there are no pinfalls in this match.”
VASSA: “No submissions, count-outs, or disqualifications either.”
JOHNSON: “The object is to throw your opponents over the top rope so that both feet hit the floor.”
Viduus comes running out of the corner and connects with a clothesline, but Smith remains on his feet. Morta runs, bounces off the ropes, and connects again, staggering Dakota back against the ropes. He tries one more time, but as he runs in, Smith reaches out with his right hand and grabs Viduus by the throat!
VASSA: “Uh-oh!”
Dakota shifts his body, turns, and with one hand, tosses Morta over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Whoa!”
JOHNSON: “And that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen! Viduus Morta has been eliminated!”
VASSA: “That didn’t take long.”
JOHNSON: “Dakota has the ring all to himself, and gets a little breather.”
Viduus sits up in disappointment and shock as the referee’s inform him that he must return to the locker room. Meanwhile, Dakota adjusts his jaw, and begins laughing maniacally as he slides under the bottom rope to the outside.
VASSA: “What is he doing?”
JOHNSON: “Dakota went under the bottom rope mind you, he is not eliminated.”
Smith lifts the ring skirt, grabs a trash can, and throws it into the ring! He then begins sliding in chairs, kendo sticks, and other various objects as the crowd can be heard counting down.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “There’s your reminder that we’re just getting started here.”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Dakota slides back into the ring, picks up a chair, and turns his attention to the stage as the clock ticks down.
SEIS!
CINCO!
JOHNSON: “Our third entrant will be out here momentarily!”
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Who’s it gonna be?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Chris Brown’s “Loyal” hits as the third entrant walks out onto the stage with a large and almost condescending smile on her face, and with a chair of her own already in her hand!
JOHNSON: “Now here’s an interesting matchup! Persephone Marquis!”
VASSA: “We talk about Dakota being a killer, here comes the woman who took out 2-Pac and Biggie!”
#3: PERSEPHONE MARQUIS
Marquis marches down to the ring showing no fear, Dakota even backs up to allow her to get into the ring. She slides in, both swing their chairs and connect chair-on-chair several times, resulting in metallic clangs being heard throughout the arena. Dakota swings hard enough to knock Queef’s chair out of her hands, but that’s when she drops do her knees and connects with a low blow that causes him to drop his own chair!
VASSA: “Oh, that’s gonna make it hard for Dakota to survive!”
Queef then grabs a kendo stick and swings hard into Dakota’s ribs, causing him to cry out in pain as a loud crack is heard all around! She connects again to his thigh, dropping him to a knee! Finally where she wants him, she grabs the trash can, places it over his head, and begins hammering away with the kendo stick!
JOHNSON: “And Dakota Smith now is getting his brain rattled!”
VASSA: “My god, this IS a Frenzy! We’ve got chairs, trash cans, kendo sticks, and a LONG way to go!”
JOHNSON: “Queef has taken Dakota down, and this crowd is loving what they’re seeing!”
Persephone drops the kendo stick and pulls the trash can off of the woozy Dakota. She then begins to drag him to his feet by his shoulders and lean him against the ropes, where she tries to pick him up by the leg.
JOHNSON: “Marquis now, looking to get Dakota out of here, which would REALLY open the door for the rest of the field.”
Queef lifts a leg and begins pushing Dakota against the ropes. As she looks for more leverage, Dakota is able to get his bearings and push her away. She runs in again, but a spinning backfist puts her down to the mat!
VASSA: “Oh my! Did you hear the impact.”
Dakota takes a minute to gather himself and drags QMarquis back to her feet, and gives her five quick snapping headbutts, knocking her down to the canvas again.
JOHNSON: “Those headbutts do not feel good people, not for either individual.”
VASSA: “Tell that to Dakota. He likes it.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota keeps up the offense and gives a few stiff kicks while Marquis is down.
OCHO!
SIETE!
JOHNSON: “We’re counting down again!”
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota grabs one of Queef’s legs, and begins to turn her over!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Dakota locks in the single-leg crab.”
VASSA: “Number Four on the way!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Rock Box(The Instrumental) by Run DMC begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer. At the top of the stage The fourth entrant stands holding his name initials with his hands before changing it into nine fingers.
JOHNSON: “It’s Chanson Webster! The first of our Octane talent in this 4 Corners Frenzy!”
VASSA: “The Trend God, here for a shot at greatness.”
#4: CHANSON WEBSTER
Chanson skates down the entry ramp on his skateboard, and even brings it into the ring! He swings it at Dakota, who catches it with one hand and grabs Webster’s throat by the other, releasing his hold on Queef. Dakota stands up, and lifts Chanson off his feet, driving him down with a vicious chokeslam!
JOHNSON: “That was not pretty!”
VASSA: “Webster’s technically the freshest man in this match, but I think that just knocked the wind out of his sails.”
Dakota turns around to the turnbuckle where Queef is pulling herself to her feet. He positions her head over the middle rope, then begins driving his knee into her back! Queef flails her arms as she spends a few moments gasping for breath before Dakota releases.
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith now regaining control of this match as he turns back to Webster.”
VASSA: “But this a totally out-of-control match, Steve. Can he outlast the rest of the locker room?”
Webster throws a few right hands at Dakota’s stomach as he pulls him up, but the butcher fights through it and knocks him to the corner with a European Uppercut. From there, he lifts Chanson up by his legs, positioning his back on top of the turnbuckle.
JOHNSON: “Dakota looking to eliminate Webster now.”
VASSA: “He’s in a bad spot on top of the turnbuckle!”
Chanson grips the rope, but Dakota keeps pushing. Webster is nearly upside down as he hooks his foot on the rope, and that’s when Queef comes in, landing a hard chair shot to Dakota’s back!
JOHNSON: “Sweet Lady Marmalade! You could’ve heard that one back in the States!”
Dakota doubles over, but remains on his feet. This allows Webster to slip back down onto the apron and roll back in under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Dakota turns around to find Marquis springboard off the ropes and connect with a Tornado DDT into the strategically placed chair!
VASSA: “Petty Cash! Right into the steel chair! Queef got all of it!”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Marquis gets back to her feet and gives a stomp to Webster in the corner, but he quickly gets to his feet and delivers a Yakuza Kick.
OCHO!
SIETE!
JOHNSON: “Webster starting to come alive here, fighting his way out of the corner.”
SEIS!
CINCO!
Webster keeps it coming and follows up with another Yakuza kick that knocks her away.
CUATRO!
Webster bounces off the ropes and takes Marquis down with a flying forearm, and quickly sinches in a side headlock.
VASSA: “Time is flying. Who’s Number Five?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The beginning beat to “Hang me High” begins to play as the fifth entrant appears from behind the curtain with a cheer to meet the ones coming from the crowd.
JOHNSON: “Kaelan Quinn, another Octane talent!”
VASSA: “She’s come to take her shot at shooting to the top.”
#5: KAELAN QUINN
Kaelan jogs down the ramp, getting a few high fives as she goes before she slides into the ring. Once in, she gives a stomp to Webster’s exposed ankle, causing him to release Queef. She then runs over and stomps at the downed Dakota Smith, and then gives a stomp to Queef as well.
JOHNSON: “It’s every man and woman for themselves, and Quinn taking the opportunity on every other entered participant thus far.”
After kicking out a few weapons. Kaelan zeros in on Chanson Webster, picking him back up to his feet and pushing him into the turnbuckle, where she tries to lift him up onto the ropes again. Soon, Marquis comes over and begins to lend an assist while Dakota begins to stir on the other side of the ring.
VASSA: “Queef and Quinn now working together to try to eliminate Webster. We may see some strange partnerships tonight.”
JOHNSON: “You’d better believe it, we’ve got twenty-five more participants back there, and you never know who’s going to be next.”
Webster fights back again to stay in it, and after raking Quinn in the eyes, he is able to kick Marquis away. After dropping back into the ring, he delivers a spinning heel kick that knocks Queef over the top rope! She lands on her side on the apron, and holds on to the bottom rope as Webster tries to pry her off with his foot!
JOHNSON: “Tables turned now, and now its Persephone fighting to stay alive here.”
VASSA: “Look out, Kaelan!”
Quinn is steamrolled by Dakota Smith as he runs right through her with a body block! Not through, Dakota quickly hoists her to her feet, turns her around, and nearly drives her body through the canvas with a full nelson suplex! Webster gives up on Marquis and turns right to Dakota and delivers a chin kick! Having staggered the butcher, he sets up for, and quickly connects with an Asia DDT!
JOHNSON: “Momentum shifting every which way here, and now it’s Chanson Webster with the upper hand.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Marquis rolls back into the ring and lands a hard right hand to Webster’s head.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Webster responds with a right hand of his own, and Marquis throws another.
SEIS!
CINCO!
JOHNSON: “It’s degenerating to a fist fight here between Marquis and Webster.”
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Next entrant about to arrive!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Best Song Ever” by One Direction blares from the arena speakers as the crowd jumps to their feet in excitement. Gold and Crimson lights flash around the arena as the sixth entrant walks out onto the stage with a smile.
JOHNSON: “American Tommy at Number Six.”
VASSA: “No, Steve. That’s Harry Potter, and Octane is starting to take over the Adrenaline Ring.”
#6: AMERICAN TOMMY
Tommy runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and turns his attention to Kaelan. He drops an elbow across her back and immediately locks in an ankle lock. Marquis gets the upper hand in her slugfest with Webster. She rears back and comes in for a hard shot, but Webster reverses and slams he down hard with a hip toss!
VASSA: “Yo-yo Toss Salad!”
JOHNSON: “A simple but very effective hip toss, and Persephone Marquis hit the canvas hard!”
Dakota gets back to his feet and grabs Tommy right by the throat, picking him up and forcing him to release his hold on Quinn. Dakota shifts to the side, hooks his foot behind Tommy’s leg, and takes him down with a Russian Legsweep. He rolls over to get back to his feet, and it’s Chanson Webster who’s quickly back on the Butcher.
JOHNSON: “Webster now with a side headlock on Dakota Smith, trying to stifle the momentum.”
Webster sinches it in deep, but Dakota continues to fight and is soon back on his feet, with a mighty yell, Dakota lifts Webster up and drops him with a devastating sidewalk slam! Dakota sits up to catch his breath, but he gets a face-full of Kaelan Quinn’s boots as she delivers a dropkick!
VASSA: “That one might loosen a molar!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota has been in there the longest, and he’s scored the only elimination thus far.”
Quinn quickly gets up and takes down Marquis with a running clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and takes down Tommy with another! Quickly she turns, drives her boot into Webster’s gut, and drills him with a DDT!
VASSA: “Quinn is starting to roll here!”
JOHNSON: “She’s on Adrenaline tonight, and it’s showing in her veins.”
With a warrior cry, Kaelan locks onto Dakota as he once again rises. She turns, hooks his head, runs toward the turnbuckle, but Dakota reverses it as she turns, dropping her legs on either side of the top rope!
JOHNSON: “Kaelan Quinn went for her finisher, and she’s the one who payed the price!”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “And now she’s hanging on for dear life on that top rope!”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Dakota continues to push, while Kaelan wraps her arms and legs around the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota goes for the throat, but Kaelan hangs on as it’s American Tommy who connects with a big elbow to the Butcher’s jaw!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Entrant Number Seven due to arrive momentarily.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lights around the stage fade down and are replaced by shades of red, white, and blue as “Devil Inside Me” by Frank Carter and The Rattlesakes begins to play over the speakers. The fans rise and boo as the seventh entrant steps onto the ramp and plays to the crowd.
JOHNSON: “It’s Max Cavanaugh, and he hasn’t been shy about speaking his mind.”
VASSA: “Everything is rigged, according to him.”
#7: MAX CAVANAUGH
Cavanaugh takes his time as he walks down the ramp while Kaelan rolls back in under the bottom rope. Tommy lays a few more right hands on Dakota before the Butcher floors him with a wicked clothesline as Cavanaugh slides in under the bottom rope.
JOHNSON: “Cavanaugh in the ring now, and he’s going to be met immediately by Persephone.”
Queef throws a right hand, but Cavanaugh blocks and lands one of his own hard enough to turn her around, allowing him to immediately capitalize with a German suplex. Dakota has picked Tommy up and has him in Fisherman’s suplex position, but Webster comes in again and floors the Butcher with a vertical clothesline from hell that echos throughout the arena.
VASSA: “The 843 right on time, and Dakota is down again.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know if it was his intention to bail out Tommy, because I think Smith had bad intentions.”
VASSA: “When does he not?”
JOHNSON: “Good point.”
Kaelan Quinn comes back in to take over, turning as she grabs Webster by the head, runs to the turnbuckle, and this time, flips over and successfully connects with her finisher!
JOHNSON: “Quinn connected that time! Price Paid to Chanson Webster!”
Cavanaugh whips Tommy into the ropes, takes him down with a shoulder block, then bounces into the ropes himself and follows up with an elbow drop. Marquis comes back at him with a high knee that staggers him backwards to the corner, and follows up with a running corner dropkick.
VASSA: “Six people in the ring right now, and the action is already all over the place.”
Cavanaugh is given no time to rest as Quinn hauls him up, leans him over the top rope, and begins to lift one of his legs. Queef comes over and begins to assist, and soon they have him off the canvas, pushing on the middle rope in an effort to stay alive. Dakota has Webster up again, and is trying to eliminate him in another corner while American Tommy takes a breather.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
JOHNSON: “Tommy with a reprieve, and Number Eight on the way.”
OCHO!
SIETE!
VASSA: “Cavanaugh fighting to stay alive”
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh is now upside down and has a hand on the apron!
CUATRO!
Webster escapes from Kodiak with a thumb to the eye, but is met in the corner by Tommy, who engages with shoulder blocks as Cavanaugh is able to hook his leg!
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Orgasmatron” by Sepulcher hits and the crowd rises to their feet for the masked eighth entrant.
JOHNSON: “It’s Nirvana, the Midnight King, and this crowd is happy to see him.”
VASSA: “They love these masked wrestlers down here South of the border.”
#8: NIRVANA
Nirvana marches to the ring while Cavanaugh has found a position on the ropes from which he won’t budge. Nirvana rolls into the ring, and lands a right hand to the backs of both Queef and Quinn. They turn around and share a puzzled look as he flexes his muscles, then they both grab him by the back of the head and fling him over the top rope! He lands on the apron as Cavanaugh rolls back in, but Quinn drops to all fours, allowing Marquis some elevation as she comes in with a dropkick, knocking Nirvana to the floor!
VASSA: “There’s an elimination!”
JOHNSON: “In and out goes Nirvana, and he may need some tequila to swallow this one.”
Quinn and Queef share a high five, but Queef immediately turns on her with a kick to the gut and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker! Cavanaugh and Webster are tied up in the middle of the ring, and it’s Cavanaugh who comes out the better with a snap suplex. Webster is quick to his feet however, and responds with a belly-to-belly suplex of his own and locks in a dragon sleeper.
JOHNSON: “We’ve got Cavanaugh and Webster over there, Marquis and Quinn are exchanging blows.”
VASSA: “Watch out! Dakota’s got American Tommy!”
Smith grabs Tommy in Fisherman’s suplex position, lifts him off the ground, and plants him with a sitout spinebuster!
JOHNSON: “Deadman Wonderland! The Butcher got it that time!”
Cavanaugh has fought out of the dragon sleeper and has a waist lock on Webster, who counters with an easy side headlock. With a shout, Cavanaugh pushes Webster right into Dakota, who lifts him up and connects with Deadman Wonderland again! Dakota keeps it going, bounces off the ropes, and floors Marquis and Quinn with a double clothesline!
VASSA: “This isn’t good. Dakota Smith is building up a head of steam!”
JOHNSON: “And Max Cavanaugh is the only other competitor standing!”
Max attempts to stifle Dakota’s rally with a stiff right hand!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Cavanaugh lands another hard right, before bouncing off the ropes.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Cavanaugh comes at the Butcher with a running forearm, but Dakota avoids it and catches him!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota quickly hoists Cavanaugh up, and connects a third time with Deadman Wonderland!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Who’s gonna slow down Dakota Smith!?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The crowd erupts as “Fade Away” by Logic hits! Out onto the stage jumps the ninth entrant, cupping his ears to the crowd as he uses his other hand to get the fans to raise the noise up even further.
VASSA: “Whoa! That guy might be able to do it!”
JOHNSON: “It’s the first action he’s seen in 4CW since Winter Wasteland! Jair Hopkins’ number has come up!”
#9: JAIR HOPKINS
Jair and Dakota lock eyes in anticipation, and soon Hopkins is sprinting towards the ring. He slides in, ducks the clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and takes Dakota to the mat with a flying headscissors! Keeping his speed, Hopkins quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle.
VASSA: “I don’t know if that’s wise in this match.”
JOHNSON: “But he’s in perfect position!”
Hopkins steadies himself, leaps into a backflip, and connects with a double stomp to Dakota’s chest!
JOHNSON: “OMFG! Jair Hopkins nailed it!”
VASSA: “And this crowd is electric tonight!”
Hopkins takes a moment to hype up the crowd before turning his attention to American Tommy and pushing him back into the corner. He quickly hoists one leg up and uses his shoulder for leverage as Tommy grabs the rope to hang on. Soon, Kaelan Quinn is up, and lifts up the other leg to lend an assist.
JOHNSON: “Tommy in trouble now, as Hopkins and Quinn try to get him over the top rope.”
Webster gets to his feet and immediately lands a kick to the gut on Persephone Marquis, keeping her down on her knees. He grabs her from behind by the waist, Queef gets to her feet and reverses it, releases, and begins unleashing kicks upon kicks on him, which she finishes off with a jumping back kick that puts him down on the mat.
VASSA: “Marquis now starting to get back in it.”
JOHNSON: “You gotta imagine that it’s so hard to build momentum with so many bodies in there.”
VASSA: “They’ve almost got Tommy out!”
Tommy is now over the top rope, on his back, on the apron. Max Cavanaugh comes over and hammers Quinn across the back, gaining her attention, as Jair continues to push with his leg while Tommy hangs onto the bottom rope for dear life. Cavanaugh whips Quinn into the ropes and prepares for a power slam, but she reverses and takes him down with a crossbody.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Marquis lands a stomp on Dakota before he can get back to his feet, while Quinn turns her attention to Webster with a forearm.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Tommy wraps himself around the bottom rope, but is saved when Dakota comes with a blow from behind on Hopkins.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota lands a few heavy body blows on Hopkins, allowing Tommy to roll back in under the bottom rope.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “We’re just about one-third of the way through the field here.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
On your knees, dog!
The guitar riffs of Motorhead’s “King of Kings” play throughout the arena as the tenth entrant walks out, shedding his golden robe along the way.
JOHNSON: “From Octane, it’s Dexter Severin!”
VASSA: “I’ve been watching him, and I really like this guy’s moxie.”
#10: DEXTER SEVERIN
Severin marches down to the ring as Webster lands a kick to Quinn’s stomach. A knife-edge chop echos throught the arena as Dakota strikes Jair Hopkins’ chest. Severin rolls into the ring and meets Kaelan Quinn with a boot to the stomach. He backs her up into the corner and begins thrusting his knee into her misection.
JOHNSON: “Severin in now, but he looks a little conservative with those knees.”
VASSA: “It’s strategy Steve, he’s saving his energy.”
Severin thrusts another knee as Dakota begins trying to lift Hopkins out. Marquis comes in with a step up enziguri that causes Max Cavanaugh to do a flip before hitting the mat. Tommy connects with a thunderous clothesline on Webster just as Dakota gets Hopkins off his feet and onto his stomach on the top turnbuckle.
VASSA: “Looks like Dakota’s turned the tables on Hopkins!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith was the first man in this thing, and he’s been a glutton for punishment.”
Jair hooks his leg around the top rope, and forces Dakota to back off with a few elbows to the temple. He drops down to duck a clothesline from Tommy, turns around, and drops him with an implant DDT. Quinn is able to kick Severin away, jump up onto the second rope, jump off, and take him down with her knees to his shoulders.
JOHNSON: “That’s one way to get out of trouble. Innovative offense by Kaelan Quinn.”
Quinn gets up only to be met by Dakota who wraps his hand around her throat, lifts her up, and delivers a chokeslam, causing her to bounce off the mat. Queef comes over and delivers a high knee that staggers Dakota backwards against the ropes, where she begins lifting at his leg. Severin gets back to his feet and locks up with Chanson Webster, who gets pushed back to a turnbuckle himself.
VASSA: “Queef’s got Dakota on the ropes, Severin now forcing Webster back into the corner.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Hopkins lands a clubbing blow on Cavanaugh before he can get to his feet.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Hopkins whips Cavanaugh into the ropes and hiptosses him over the top on the rebound!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh grabs the rope at the last second, preventing his feet from hitting the floor as he lands on the apron.
QUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Our eleventh entrant on the way.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Skillet’s “Back From The Dead” plays over the sound system as the eleventh entrant parts the curtains, getting a pop from the fans.
JOHNSON: “It’s Christy Chaos!”
VASSA: “She’s not wasting any time either. Off comes that hoodie and here she comes!”
#11: CHRISTY CHAOS
Christy sprints to the ring, slides in, and begins throwing right hands into the face of American Tommy. As he begins to block, she quickly takes advantage with an armdrag takedown. Hopkins turns and lands a pounding blow to Dexter Severin’s back, allowing Cavanaugh to step through the ropes and back into the ring, and also giving Quinn a reprieve.
VASSA: “Few eliminations thus far.”
JOHNSON: “Only two. There are nine in the ring, and eighteen still in the back.”
Dakota gets Marquis away from him with a big headbutt that staggers her backward, and she walks right into a spear from Chanson Webster!
JOHNSON: “There’s the Trendmaker, and he almost broke Persephone in half with it!”
Kaelan Quinn comes out of the corner and finds herself locked up with Max Cavanaugh. He gets the better of it, pushing her back into the corner again, but she turns the tables, hops up, and monkey flips him back to the center of the ring. He tries to land on his feet, but he also catches the Trendmaker from Webster! He goes for it on Kaelan, but she dodges at the last second!
VASSA: “Holy Moses!”
JOHNSON: “Chanson Webster just speared the ring post!”
VASSA: “Across the ring! Christy’s trying to eliminate American Tommy!”
Christy has her shoulder under Tommy’s hips, and his against the top rope. Marquis comes over to lend an assist, while Hopkins is down in another corner being double teamed as Dakota Smith and Dexter Severin put the boots to him. Tommy kicks Persephone away, then gives a right hand to Christy to survive, but they drill him with a Double DDT as he walks back in.
VASSA: “It’s pandemonium in there, Steve.”
JOHNSON: “You can say that again, it’s getting hard to keep track of everybody in the ring.”
Dakota suddenly turns, lifts Dexter Severin off his feet, and slams him down hard to the canvas. He then bounces off the ropes, and follows up with a huge leg drop!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “What power by Dakota Smith.”
JOHNSON: “The Butcher’s been in there for almost fifteen minutes now.”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Chanson Webster begins to recover, only for Kaelan Quinn and Christy Chaos to come from behind, trying to get him over the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh pulls himself up with the help of the ropes, but is imediately floored again by a big boot from Dakota.
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Here we go again!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights around the stage start to dim. A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as the twelfth entrant makes his way from the back.
JOHNSON: “Here comes Brian Hollywood.”
VASSA: “Mr. Executive.”
#12: BRIAN HOLLYWOOD
Hollywood jogs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and immediately runs over to the recovering Jair Hopkins. He stomps once, twice, backs up, and runs to Jair’s lowered shoulder. Hopkins lifts with his legs, and Hollywood is sent sailing over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Hey, wait a minute!”
JOHNSON: “No waiting. No do-overs. Brian Hollywood is OUT!”
Hollywood slams his palms against the commentary table before turning to take his leave. Chanson Webster tries to take Kaelan Quinn over the top rope with him, forcing her to back off and allowing him to land on the apron, although Christy Chaos continues to push. Max Cavanaugh and American Tommy have tied up, Cavanaugh goes behind and connects with a backstabber!
JOHNSON: “Tommy’s down, but he’s been hanging tough in there.”
Cavanaugh gets back to his feet, and is met with a hard right hand from Jair Hopkins. He answers with one of his own, grabs Hopkins by the waist, and connects with a belly-to-back wheelbarrow facebuster! Dakota Smith has gotten hold of Marquis and is squeezing her in a bearhug as Dexter Severin blasts Christy Chaos from the side with a shoulder block, allowing Webster to roll back in and catch his breath.
JOHNSON: “The action is all over the place, but how much longer can these competitors last?”
By raking the eyes, Queef is able to escape the bearhug. As Dakota covers his eyes, he is floored by a standing dropkick from Max Cavanaugh. Severin delivers a right hand to Christy Chaos in the corner, followed by a second, but she counters by kicking him in the stomach and planting him with a facebuster! Hopkins gets to his feet and delivers a Samoan Drop to American Tommy, and immediately locks in a surfboard stretch, while Kaelan Quinn takes down Chanson Webster with a Belly to Belly suplex!
VASSA: “As difficult as it’s got to be in there, you know it’s only going to get worse.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Queef takes down Cavanaugh with a running high knee while Christy pulls Severin up and leans him against the ropes.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Jair Hopkins turns right into a running double ax handle from Kaelan Quinn
SEIS!
CINCO!
JOHNSON: “Thirteen is considered to be unlucky. Who will our next entrant be?”
CUATRO!
Tommy pops up to his feet and lands a haymaker of a clothesline on Webster!
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lights go out for a moment, save for one constant light on the action in the ring, before the stage is bathed in green light. Two blue Spotlights find the entrance as “Bulletproof” by La Roux kicks up. The thirteenth entrant walks out from the back with her arms thrown out wide, welcoming the cheers from the crowd.
VASSA: “The Ganja Goddess!”
JOHNSON: “Sativa Neveah is here, and she’s ready to get this crowd lifted!”
#13: SATIVA NEVEAH
Sativa jogs down to the ring, slides in, and finds Dakota Smith resting in a corner, where she immediately begins strangling him with her boot. On the other side of the ring, Severin fights out of trouble, knocking her away. He goes for a clothesline, but she ducks it! Severin keeps running, bounces off the ropes, and comes at her again, but she drops down to avoid, pulling the top rope with her! Severin’s momentum carries him over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Severin’s out!”
JOHNSON: “He gave it his best shot, but it was not to be tonight. We’ll see him back on Octane next Friday.”
Christy turns her attention to Max Cavanaugh, who takes him down with a scoop slam, bounces off the ropes, and lands a dropkick right to the face! Dakota pushes Sativa off of him and and gets her in a sleeper hold! Hopkins ducks a right hand from Queef and counters by spinning her around and dropping her down with a crushing neckbreaker! American Tommy whips Kaelan into the ropes, sets up for his hiptoss, but NO! Kaelan reverses with a hiptoss of her own that sends him up, over, and out!
JOHNSON: “There goes American Tommy, who absorbed a lot of punishment in this match.”
VASSA: “You said it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he needs help to the back.”
JOHNSON: “But Sativa looks to be fading here!”
Sativa’s arms flail as Dakota sinches in his sleeper hold. It’s only when Chanson Webster comes in with a chop block that Dakota releases. Sativa drops to all fours as she catches her breath, while Webster hammers down with right hands while Dakota is on one knee. Quinn whips Cavanaugh into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Cavanaugh ducks it, runs up the turnbuckle, and connects with a moonsault as she turns around!
JOHNSON: “The Most American Moonsault Ever! That’s Cavanaugh’s point of view anyway, but very effective nonetheless!”
VASSA: “Another one of those risky moves from the top rope, Steve. I’m telling you it’s going to backfire terribly sooner or later.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Hopkins lands a hard kick to Marquis’ midsection, jumps up to the middle rope, and connects with a jumping leg drop across the back of the neck!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Webster bounces off the ropes looking for a big boot, but Dakota catches him as he comes in, kicks him in the stomach, and connects with a gut wrench powerbomb!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Sativa pops to her feet, quckly and suddenly, and connects with a Diamond Cutter on Cavanaugh!
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Sativa “Got ‘em” slipping on that one!
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“10,000 Hours” plays throughout the venue’s sound system, and wasting little time, the fourteenth entrant emerges from the back with a snarl planted on his face.
VASSA: “Hey, it’s Ronnie Harris.”
JOHNSON: “All the way from across the pond, and that snarl says it all.
#14: RONNIE HARRIS
Harris walks down the ramp while Christy and Sativa begin pulling Cavanaugh to his feet. As they begin pushing him against the ropes, Harris comes in and ends up running throat-first right into the waiting hands of Dakota Smith! Dakota steps to the side, and hurls Harris up and over, nearly to the barricade!
VASSA: “That’s gotta be the worst luck I’ve ever seen.”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith has two eliminations now, and he’s been in there for over 18 minutes.”
VASSA: “Cavanaugh’s in trouble!”
Cavanaugh is on the outside hanging on the top rope, Sativa trying to pry his leg loose while Christy goes for his fingers. With his free leg, he kicks Sativa in the stomach to get her away. He then drops to the apron, stands up, and lays a smooch right on Christy’s lips!
VASSA: “Whoa!”
JOHNSON: “Talk about seizing the opportunity!”
Christy pushes away, spits the taste out of her mouth, then charges just as Cavanaugh lowers the rope on her, causing her to spill out to the floor.
VASSA: “That was brilliant!”
JOHNSON: “That was assault, but Christy Chaos has still been eliminated.”
Cavanaugh rolls back onto the ring and finds himself tied up with Chanson Webser, who takes him down with a headlock takedown. Hopkins takes Kaelan down with a drop toe hold, and follows up with a falling elbow drop to the back of the shoulder blades. Another knife-edge chop echos as Dakota makes contact with Marquis’ chest. Webster attempts a spear, but Sativa leap-frogs over. He stops, turns around, and gets a face full of knee as she thrusts it up into his chest!
VASSA: “What a vertical leap by Sativa!”
Sativa follows up with a right hand, stumbling Webster back into the corner. Waisting no time, she begins to lift at his legs in an attempt to eject him from the ring while Dakota flattens Marquis with a short arm clothesline.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Hopkins turns his attention to Max Cavanaugh, who quickly takes control with a DDT.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn gets to her feet and begins to lend an assist to Sativa, who has one of Webster’s legs up on the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh rolls over, and locks in a double underhook crossface on Hopkins.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Cuck Killer applied by Cavanaugh!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Relentless” by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. The fifteenth entrant walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on.
JOHNSON: “We’ve reached the halfway point, and out comes the newcommer! Andre Holmes!”
VASSA: “He picked a hell of a match to make his debut.”
#15: ANDRE HOLMES
Holmes sheds the hoodie and starts jogging to the ring. He rolls in and immediately targets Sativa with a clubbing blow to the back. He turns her around, whips her into the ropes, and catches her on the rebound with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Hopkins desperately tries to escape Cavanaugh’s Cuck Killer, and is able to get a knee under himself and push himself vertical, dropping to his back with enough force to cause Cavanaugh to release!
JOHNSON: “Hopkins escapes that punishing hold, but how much did it take out of him?”
Webster knocks Kaelan away with an elbow to the temple and falls back into the ring. She rushes at him, but he catches her with another elbow. He connects with a right hand, then follows up by lowering his head, lifting her up, and giving her a hard Alabama Slam!
VASSA: “Kaelan Quinn down again. She’s been in there a while now too, hasn’t she?”
JOHNSON: “Just over fifteen minutes now.”
Marquis comes flying in from out of nowhere, tackling Webster down and laying into his face with right hands! She pulls herself up, and begins stomping away repeatedly as she holds on to the rope. Jair Hopkins gets back to his feet, but Dakota is right there to meet him and get him in Fishermans Suplex position!
JOHNSON: “Oh no!”
Dakota lifts him up, and drills him with a sitout spinebuster!
VASSA: “Deadman Wonderland again!”
JOHNSON: “Jair got him earlier, and now Dakota has repaid the favor!”
Cavanaugh gets to his feet, and takes down Quinn with a running knee before she can do the same. He backs her up into the turnbuckle and attempts to whip her to the corner opposite, but she reverses it and sends him to the corner instead, and follows him in with a running knee. She charges again and goes for a monkey flip, but he pushes her away and follows up with an elbow drop.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Queef dives on Dakota’s back, pounding and hammering away!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Cavanaugh gets to his feet, but is met by a boot to the face from Sativa.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Dakota gets Marquis off his back by slamming her down hard with a snap mare!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “The field is dwindling. We’re entering the second half of the competitors.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
With a pyro blast and the kick of a guitar, “Shut Your Mouth” by Pain begins to play, and out walks the sixteenth entrant with a smug arrogant smirk across his face, nodding his head slowly in approval as the audience boos in a rage.
VASSA: “All right! It’s Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: “One half of the Tag Team Champions, and one of only two champions in this match.”
#16: JOHNNY EVIL
Evil runs down the ramp, slides in, and immediately starts throwing a flurry of right hands into Dakota Smith’s face. Dakota pushes him away, but he’s immediately back up, hammering away again.
JOHNSON: “Evil going right after Dakota Smith. No love lost between these two.”
Sativa takes Cavanaugh to one of the corners and begins stomping at his midsection. Holmes has Webster in the corner trying to lift him over the top rope and throwing a clubbing blow every so often to wear down his resistance. Marquis comes over to lend an assist, and together they’re able to get both legs up.
VASSA: “Webster in trouble again!”
Webster gives Queef a headbutt, and a stiff right hand to Holmes allowing him back into the ring. Jair Hopkins is up again and begins pulling Kaelan up as well. He takes her to the ropes, whips her across the ring, and connects with a powerslam, driving the wind out of her again. Johnny Evil rears back, bounces off the ropes, and knocks Dakota off his feet with a thunderous clothesline. He follows up by jumping onto the second rope and connecting with a lionsault!
JOHNSON: “Johnny Evil pulling out all the stops.”
VASSA: “From behind!”
Sativa kicks Evil right in the middle of the back before she pulls him to his feet. He hits her with a right hand, she responds in kind, but he gets the better of it, dropping her with a lifting single underhood DDT! Cavanaugh comes in with a stomp on Hopkins as he’s getting to his feet, then a right hand that staggers him backward into the corner.
JOHNSON: “Cavanaugh going up to the second rope.”
VASSA: “Again, going up like that is not smart in this kind of match. I’m telling you someone’s going to regret doing that.”
Cavanaugh starts reigning down right hands, landing six before Hopkins comes alive, stepping out of the corner with Cavanaugh on his shoulders.
VASSA: “What’d I tell you?”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
With Cavanaugh on his shoulders, Jair Hopkins easilly powerbombs him to the canvas.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Queef delivers a snap suplex to Andre Holmes, but Webster comes in and gives her one of his own.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Quinn is back to her feet, and has Dakota down in the corner, pressing her knee into his throat!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “They don’t stop coming folks. Here comes number 17.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Cold as Ice” by M.O.P plays over the sound system as the seventeeth entrant comes out through the curtain.
VASSA: “Hey! It’s Mr. One Night Only!”
JOHNSON: “Konrad Raab, The Iceman! Representing the Raab family, and his brother, our own Lord Raab!”
#17: KONRAD RAAB
Konrad high fives a few fans as he jogs down to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. Once in, he locks onto Andre Holmes. He pulls him up to his feet, and levels him with a right hand that sends him staggering into the turnbuckle. Evil lands a clubbing blow from behind on Kaelan Quinn and then whips her into the ropes, but she explodes on the rebound, flattening Evil with a clothesline!
VASSA: “Boy, Kaelan Quinn has been impressive tonight, hasn’t she?”
JOHNSON: “She’s been in there now for around seventeen minutes.”
Quinn turns and catches Webster with a boot to the face as he comes in for a spear. He staggers backward right into Sativa, who grabs him by the back of the neck and launches him over the top rope to fall to the floor!
JOHNSON: “There goes Webster but what a showing he had tonight!”
VASSA: “He was in there for a long time too, wasn’t he?”
Andre Holmes fights out of his predicament with a rake to the eyes of Konrad Raab. He charges, but Raab quickly recovers and executes an armdrag takedown. Hopkins and Smith are at it again as Dakota whips Jair into the turnbuckle, then follows up by coming in with a big running splash into the turnbuckle.
VASSA: “What a collusion!”
JOHNSON: “That was a high speed crash, and Jair Hopkins crumples to the mat in a heap!”
Dakota has no time to capitalize as Marquis comes in again with a hard right hand to the Butcher. She pulls Dakota to the ropes for an irish whip, but he reverses it. Queef bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, turns around, secures a headlock, and drives Dakota face first into the mat with a running bulldog. Andre Holmes fights to a knee and knocks Raab away with a few lefts. He gets to his feet, kicks Raab in the stomach, and connects with a crushing exploder suplex that sends Konrad to the other side of the ring.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
VASSA: “What a throw!”
JOHNSON: “This Andre Holmes just might be a keeper!”
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn takes Johnny Evil to the turnbuckle, but he reverses, placing her there instead as he lifts her onto the top rope.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Cavanaugh gets to his feet, surveys the ring, and floors Marquis with a powerful running famasser!
CUATRO!
VASSA: “The Frenzy continues. Who’s number eighteen?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back comes Dirk Dickwood with a microphone.
JOHNSON: “What is this about?”
VASSA: “I think Dickwood is going to tell us.”
DICKWOOD: ”Let me show you how to introduce a talent in the PROPER WAY. Introducing the eighteenth entrant: THE FANCY MAN, MAH BOY, MAH MAN, HE IS CECILWORTH! FFAARRTTHHIINNGGTTOONN!!!”
#18: CECILWORTH FARTHINGTON
Cecilworth Farthington bounds out from the back with a ten mile wide grin, high fiving Dickwood before jogging down to the ring. Cavanaugh takes Queef to a corner and begins thrusting his knee into her stomach as Farthington rolls into the ring, where he is immediately greeted with a big boot to the face from Dakota Smith!
VASSA: “Right in the mouth!”
Kaelan Quinn fights off Evil and slumps back into the ring, while Evil stumbles into a discus clothesline from Holmes! Holmes then turns and takes Sativa down as well with the same maneuver. He goes for a third, but Cavanaugh ducks it and connects with a vertical suplex that puts the newcommer down.
JOHNSON: “Did you see the power of that suplex? Welcome to 4CW, Mr. Holmes.”
Cavanaugh goes to Kaelan Quinn and pulls her to her feet. She reverses his Irish whip attempt, ducks his clothesline, then, as he turns around, she jumps up, wraps her legs around his waist, and puts a smooch on HIS lips!
VASSA: “How in the world does Max Cavanaugh get so lucky!?”
Surprised, Cavanaugh stumbles forward while Kaelan keeps the lip lock connected. He soon gets close enough to the ropes for Kaelan to lean back over the top rope and fling him out of the ring with her legs, saving herself at the last second as she grabs onto the middle rope and lands safely on the apron, allowing her back into the ring!
JOHNSON: “Call that the kiss of death! Cavanaugh is eliminated!”
VASSA: “She suckered him in!”
Dakota delivers a loud knife edge chop to Farthington that echos throughout the arena before Konrad Raab gets back into the fight, delivering a German suplex to the Butcher. Jair Hopkins picks up the downed Andre Holmes, hits him with a few right hands, whips him into the turnbuckle, and runs in behind him to crush him with a stinger splash. Farthington takes Marquis down with a drop toe hold, and follows up with an elbow drop across the small of the back.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Johnny Evil takes a right hand from Sativa, but ducks a second and drops her with an inverted DDT!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Farthington drags Marquis to the turnbuckle, where he begins stomping away!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Konrad Raab nearly has his head taken off as Kaelan Quinn runs through with a strong clothesline!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Our nineteeth entrant about to join us!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The fans leap to their feet as the camera spots the nineteenth entrant coming down from the crowd.
VASSA: “She’s back!”
JOHNSON: “After two years, Roxi Johnson is returning to a 4CW ring!”
#19: ROXI JOHNSON
Marquis escapes with a straight low blow to Farthington, who drops to his knees allowing her to get her vertical base back. Hopkins kicks Evil right in the stomach before grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing it into the canvas with a front face slam just as Roxi hops over the barricade. She slides into the ring and lands a clubbing blow across the back of Konrad Raab before pushing him against the ropes, trying to get him out.
JOHNSON: “Roxi Johnson wasting little time here.”
Andre Holmes exchanges a few right hands with Dakota Smith before Dakota gives a kick to the gut and positions Homes head down, grabs him by the waist, lifts him up, and drills him with a powerbomb!
VASSA: “How does Dakota still have that kind of strength!? How long has he been in there?”
JOHNSON: “Over twenty-seven minutes now!”
Jair Hopkins eats a big boot from Dakota, and Cecilworth Farthington eats a standing dropkick from Kaelan Quinn!
VASSA: “Kaelan Quinn’s been in there a long time too.”
JOHNSON: “As has Persephone Marquis.”
Raab kicks Roxi away and floors her with a clothesline, quickly following up with a leg drop. Marquis takes Johnny Evil to the corner and delivers a few elbows to the jaw before whipping him to the opposite corner. She runs in, but he lowers his shoulder and elevates her up!
JOHNSON: “Marquis in danger! She lands on the apron, but she needs to get back in the ring!”
Marquis gives Evil a headbutt, stumbling him backwards, then quickly climbs the turnbuckle and connects with a high crossbody! Sativa comes out of nowhere with another Diamond Cutter, this one on Dakota Smith!
VASSA: “Got ‘em! Sativa hits it again!”
Roxi Johnson locks up with Jair Hopkins and gets him in a side headlock, but he holds his ground, preventing the bulldog, and bounces her off the ropes to get free. On the rebound, she drops him with a dropkick to the leg, followed by a DDT!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Kaelan Quinn has Andre Holmes against the ropes, and is trying to force him out.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Johnny Evil grabs hold of Farthington and sets up for a piledriver, but Farthington counters with a back body drop!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Hopkins delivers another samoan drop on Konrad Raab!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Two thirds of the way through! Who’s coming out next?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Suddenly a thunderclap rips through the building as AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck starts to play and slowly, methodically, a mountain of man that is the twentieth entrant slowly makes his way down the ramp.
VASSA: “It just got stormy in here!”
JOHNSON: “The storm is the size of a hurricane at over four hundred pounds! It’s Redd Thunder!”
#20: REDD THUNDER
Andre is able to fight off Quinn with a few right hands and stay in the ring. Raab is battling with Sativa, whom he kicks in the stomach before lifting onto his shoulders. As Thunder climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring, Sativa slips out over the back, and delivers a clothesline to Raab that sends him over the top rope and to the floor!
JOHNSON: “That’s gotta be a heartbreaker for the Raab family.”
VASSA: “It was nice having you, Konrad.”
Farthington charges at Thunder, but he gets caught in a gorilla press! Thunder turns to the ropes, and tosses him out to the floor!
VASSA: “There goes Farthington!”
Thunder turns around an meets a right hand from Andre Holmes. He kicks Thunder in the stomach and sets up for a suplex, but he’s not strong enough. Jair Hopkins comes over to lend the assist, and the two of them get the massive Redd Thunder over for a double suplex!
JOHNSON: “You could feel the impact from that slam!”
VASSA: “No kidding. Felt like a five pointer from here.”
Johnny Evil jumps on the back of Dakota Smith and locks in a sleeper hold with all his might. Dakota shakes, spins, and turns, but Evil has it in tight! Queef delivers a kick to Jair Hopkins’ midsection, and throws him shoulder first into the ring post!
JOHNSON: “There is NO give in that post! No doubt Hopkins will need some ice for that one!”
Kaelan and Queef are lifting Thunder by the shoulders and soon get him to his feet. They whip him towards Roxi, who jumps onto his shoulders. He tosses her off, she lands behind, he bounces off the ropes and floors all THREE of them with a double clothesline, getting Marquis with the left, and Johnson and Quinn with the right!”
JOHNSON: “Sweet potato pie! Redd Thunder just turned those girls inside out!”
Thunder beats on his chest in a show of power, but the crowd is too busy counting down again.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota Smith drops to one knee, still caught in Evil’s sleeper!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Andre Holmes pulls Marquis to her feet, pushes her to the corner, and begins to lift her out!
SEIS!
CINCO!
As Roxi and Kaelan find their way up to their knees, they both exchange right hands.
CUATRO!
VASSA: “We’re getting to the nitty gritty here. Who’s number twenty-one?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Lights Dim around the stage as ‘Rooster’ begins to play. A single orange spotlight fades in on the entrance. The twenty-first entrant slowly walks out, a pair of orange gloves in one hand, a towel around his neck.
JOHNSON: “Jan van der Roost, the veteran.”
VASSA: “He’s got someone new to fight for tonight, is it enough?”
#21: JAN VAN DER ROOST
Roost sheeds the towel and jogs down to the ring. He slides in and delivers a boot to Roxi, and a right hand to Kaelan. Dakota muscles his way back to his feet with Evil on his back, until Sativa climbs the turnbuckle behind them, leaps, and grabs Evil by the head as she flips over, slamming both of them face first into the canvas!
JOHNSON: “What a maneuver by Sativa Neveah!”
VASSA: “A two for one special, and Dakota Smith and Johnny Evil eat the mat!”
Marquis fights Holmes off, and uses the ropes for leverage as she uses both feet to kick him away. Roost lays a right hand on Roxi, whips her into the ropes, and flattens her on the rebound with a spinebuster. Redd Thunder picks up Johnny Evil, throws him into the ropes, pops him into the air, and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb!
JOHNSON: “Good lord what impact from the Final Flash! Johnny Evil may be broken in half after that one!”
Thunder get’s back to his feet as Jair Hopkins lands a right hand on him, but he knocks Hopkins down with a strong headbutt! Kaelan Quinn comes up to him, and she eats one as well. He then bounces off the ropes and takes down Roost and Holmes with a double shoulder block!
VASSA: “The Thunder clouds are booming in Mexico City tonight!”
Thunder continues rolling, taking out Queef with a clothesline! Roxi Johnson rushes him, only to get a powerslam for her efforts! Thunder lets out a monstrous roar for the crowd before turning around to find Dakota Smith staring him down, and the anticipation sets the crowd ablaze!”
JOHNSON: “Redd Thunder and Dakota Smith are the only ones standing!”
VASSA: “I think they may be locking horns soon!”
The two lock eyes, slowly approach each other, and it’s Dakota who strikes first with a hard right hand! Thunder staggers backward, and comes back with a hard right of his own!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota lands a kick to the gut, but then grabs him by the shoulder and the leg!
OCHO!
SIETE!
VASSA: “What is Dakota thinking here?”
SEIS!
CINCO!
With a roar, Dakota lifts Redd Thunder off the mat and body slams him to the canvas!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Dakota’s been in there for over thirty minutes! Where is he getting this strength!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Break You” by Lamb of God plays as the twenty-second entrant makes his way out onto the ramp and looks out at the crowd.
JOHNSON: “Luke Jones now, entrant number twenty-two.”
VASSA: “Entering this late, he’s got a chance.”
#22: LUKE JONES
Jones jogs down to the ring, slides in, and begins throwing right hands into Dakota’s face. Smith staggers towards the ropes, falls back agains them, and Jones is quick to begin lifting at the leg. Johnny Evil is up and comes over to lend an assist, lifting at the other leg.
JOHNSON: “Jones and Evil now working together.”
VASSA: “The rest of the ring is beginning to stir.”
Hopins lands a stomp on Andre Holmes before pulling him up, whipping him into the ropes, and connecting with a Japanese armdrag on the rebound. Roost pulls Quinn to her feet, backs her into the turnbuckle, and starts trying to lift her out. Sativa pulls Marquis to her feet, whips her into the ropes, but pays for it when Marquis comes back with a high knee. With a headbutt to Evil and a thumb to the eye of Luke Jones, Dakota escapes his predicament.
JOHNSON: “We’ve got eleven in there right now, eight more still in the back.”
VASSA: “And one of them is the guy who set up this match!”
Dakota pushes Luke Jones away, and turns Evil to the ropes instead. He lands a hard knife-edge chop before stepping back and charging, landing a big boot!
VASSA: “Up and over goes Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: “Wait a damn minute! Those masked lunatics!”
Two men wearing masks hop the barricade and catch Johnny Evil on his way to the floor!
JOHNSON: “These men wearing Purge gear have stopped Evil’s descent! Evil never hit the floor!”
VASSA: “There’s a guy who came prepared!”
These two men walk around the ring carrying Evil as they go while the action continues. Quinn gives a mighty kick to knock Van Der Roost away and into a high knee from Marquis. Quinn charges out of the corner and knocks Hopkins down to the mat just as Evil’s men set him back on the apron on the other side of the ring.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
One of Evil’s men hands him a kendo stick before he steps back into the ring
OCHO!
SIETE!
Roxi Johnson eats a clothesline from Andre Holmes!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Evil striks Redd Thunder hard across the back with the Kendo Stick before he can get to his feet.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Evil with that weapon, and number 23 on the way.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The unmistakable 80s beat begins to ring cheerfully throughout the PA system, signaling the beginning of “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” by Deniece Williams as the twenty-third entrant steps out onto the stage.
JOHNSON: “Hubert Smalls coming in now, no sign of his cat tonight.”
VASSA: “Of course not, the 4 Corners Frenzy Match is no place for a pussy.”
#23: HUBERT SMALLS
Smalls jogs down to the ring, high fives the fans, and rolls into the ring. Holmes locks up with Roost, but gets kicked in the stomach and recieves a flip piledriver for his efforts!
JOHNSON: “There’s the Dutch Death Spike! I think Holmes may be out cold!”
Smalls comes in, stomps on Redd Thunder while he’s down, but get’s whacked on the head by Evil’s Kendo Stick! Dazing him, Evil grabs Smalls by the tights and launches him over the top rope and to the floor!
VASSA: “Let’s here it for the boy who just got eliminated.”
Marquis locks up with Roxi, who kicks her in the stomach and drops her to the mat with a rocker dropper. Kaelan Quinn runs out of the corner and hits Luke Jones with an elbow, stunning him long enough for her to turn, grip him by the head, run up the turnbuckle, and connect with her finisher again!
JOHNSON: “Price Paid, and Luke Jones hits the mat like a rag doll!”
Jair Hopkins stunns Redd Thunder with a hard right hand. He bounces off the ropes, and connects with another. He bounces off the ropes again, but this time, Thunder stands up with a mighty roar, and Hopkins runs right into an avalanche. Thunder turns, bounces off the ropes, jumps into the air, and flattens Hopkins with a splash!
VASSA: “Good grief, Hopkins just got pancaked!”
JOHNSON: “Perry Wallace declared there would be war over this Summer, and this 4 Corners Frenzy match has been nothing short of that.”
Thunder gets to his feet, turns around, and eats a springboard DDT from Marquis!
JOHNSON: “Petty Cash, and the big man is down!”
Dakota zeros in on the downed Andre Homes. He lifts him to his feet, backs him up into the corner, and throws him by his shoulders halfway across the ring and into Sativa Neveah, who smacks face first into the middle turnbuckle!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Roost whips Evil into the ropes, and slams him hard to the mat with a hip toss.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Marquis executes a double leg takedown on Kaelan Quinn, and begins throwing repeated right hands into her face!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Luke Jones gets to his feet, and begins stomping on the arms and legs of Redd Thunder.
CUATRO!
VASSA: “Number twenty-four coming in.”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Hellraiser” by Motorhead blares throughout the arena, drawing out the twenty-fourth entrant.
JOHNSON: “Scott Stevens, the big man out of Houston, Texas.”
VASSA: “It’s a Texas-sized brawl in there. This oughta be right up his alley.”
#24: SCOTT STEVENS
As Stevens walks to the ring, Evil finds his kendo stick and swings on Dakota again, but he catches it, takes it from him, and breaks it over his knee! Stevens climbs into the ring and floors Roxi Johnson with a vicious lariat! Dakota whips Evil towards the ropes, where Stevens gives him a lariat as well. Stevens turns and gives one to Roost as well, sending Roost over the top and to the floor!
JOHNSON: “The Dutchman gets dumped from the ring, and Jan Van Der Roost will be heading back to the locker room!”
Holmes gets to his feet, gets hold of Kaelan Quinn, and gives her a hard right hand. She retalliates with a boot to the stomach, and a standing dropkick to the face! Stevens locks up with Redd Thunder, and it’s Thunder who shoves him back into the turnbuckle. Stevens gives a kick to the knee, knocking him to one, and rams his face into the turnbuckle. Sativa whips Jair Hopkins into the ropes, attempts a hip toss, but Hopkins reverses and connects with a release German suplex!
VASSA: “Sativa is down again. These athletes have shown no mercy tonight.”
JOHNSON: “It’s all for the right to challenge for the 4CW Championship. There are eleven in the ring, six more in the back.”
VASSA: “And no sign of Barrows in this match yet!”
Out of nowhere, Dakota Smith comes in and steamrolls right over Kaelan Quinn!
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith still a force in there, and he’s been in for over 33 minutes!”
Marquis pulls Johnny Evil to his feet, gives him a chop across the chest, whips him into the ropes, but misses the dropkick as he hangs on to the ropes. Luke Jones whips Roxi Johnson into a corner and follows her in, but she brings her leg up and her foot catches him in the jaw. She climbs up to the top and leaps onto his shoulders, but he counters the hurricanrana, pulls her up, and takes her towards the ropes!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Roxi takes Luke with her, and they both land outside over the apron!
OCHO!
SIETE!
They struggle to their feet, exchanging rights as they rise!
SEIS!
CINCO!
They reach their feet, still exchanging blows!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Johnson and Jones in a precarious spot here!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lighting around the stage darkens a bit before the opening of “Shook Ones (Part II)” by Mobb Deep starts playing as the crowd begins to boo. The twenty-fifth entrant steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out.
VASSA: “Anastasia Hayden, our 4CW Fate Champion.”
JOHNSON: “A late entry here, and The Scavenger is coming to pick the bones!”
#25: ANASTASIA HAYDEN
Hayden pops in her mouthguard and runs to the ring. Luke Jones lands a hard right hand and Johnson teeters! Hayden slides into the ring and meets Jair Hopkins with a stiff spinning wheel kick. Johnson lands a left, but Jones kicks her in the gut and DDT’s her to the floor as he lands on the apron!
JOHNSON: “And Roxi has been eliminated!”
VASSA: “It all started when she went to the top rope. I told you someone would pay for it.”
Hayden delivers a forearm to Andre Holmes, whips him into the ropes, and takes him down with a side slam backbreaker! Luke Jones rolls back into the ring, but is met with a kick to the gut from Scott Stevens. Stevens pulls him up and pushes him to the corner, trying to lift him back out. Thunder gets to his feet, turns, and lands a staggering right hand to the jaw of Dakota Smith. He comes out with a right hand, whips him into the ropes, and flattens the Butcher with a clothesline.
JOHNSON: “Redd Thunder has been a powerhouse since his entry. I think he might be the favorite to win at this point.”
Kaelan Quinn locks up with Johnny Evil. He whips her into the ropes, but she stops herself by grabbing onto them. She lures Evil in, he charges, and she drops the top rope on him! Evil spills out, but again, the two masked men from earlier stop him from hitting the floor!
VASSA: “That’s those masked lunatics again, here to help help Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: “That’s the second time these men have saved Evil from elimination. We need to get some security out here!”
The two men toss Johnny back onto the apron before a hoarde of security guards rush down the ramp, chasing off Evil’s friends as he rolls back into the ring just in time to eat a piece of Marquis’ boot!
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Sativa locks up with Andre Holmes, and drills him with a neckbreaker!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Stevens fights off Luke Jones, and explodes out of the corner with a lariat!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Thunder pulls Dakota to his feet, and takes him towards the ropes!
CUATRO!
VASSA: “We’re coming down to the wire. Who’s number twenty-six?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
With a pyro blast, a trollface appears on the screen as “Now’s My Time” by The DJIG hits. The crowd rises to their feet as the twenty-sixth entrant strides out onto the stage.
JOHNSON: “It’s the Troll Guy! Mariano Fernandez!”
VASSA: “The only guy in the world who would deny pulling more tail than a slow kid at a petting zoo.”
#26: MARIANO FERNANDEZ
Mariano jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring, immediately taking down Marquis with a running clothesline, and Hayden with another. Dakota kicks Redd Thunder in his massive gut, and turns the tables, now trying to force HIM out, and Hopkins comes over to assist!
JOHNSON: “Who would’ve thought they’d ever see THIS! Jair Hopkins assisting Dakota Smith!”
VASSA: “They’re trying to get the big man out.”
Andre Holmes locks up with Luke Jones, and gets the better of it with a knee to the gut. He drops to one knee, and throws an uppercut into his jaw. He then takes him over to the ropes, and attempts to force him over. Hayden lands a kick to the midsection of Kaelan Quinn, throws her into the ropes, and connects with a Pele kick on the rebound!
VASSA: “Nerf This! by Sativa, she’s been hanging tough in there.”
JOHNSON: “Sativa entered at Number thirteen, Kaelan Quinn’s been in there over thirty-one minutes!”
Thunder knocks Hopkins away with a hard right hand into a belly to belly suplex from Scott Stevens that sees him hit the turnbuckle upside-down and crumple to the mat! Thunder gives a headbutt to Dakota Smith, allowing him to get off the ropes, but Dakota answers right back with a headbutt of his own!
VASSA: “Redd Thunder stays alive.”
JOHNSON: “But for how much longer? Only one person can win this thing. Who will it be?”
Johnny Evil lands a kick to the gut of Stevens and goes for a snap suplex. Stevens counters, pushes Evil into the ropes, and connects with a big boot to the face! He pulls Evil to his feet, but Evil responds with a right hand, and pushes Stevens to the ropes. He clotheslines Stevens over the top rope, but he lands on his knees on the apron. Evil charges, but Stevens dodges and catches him with a kick before reaching over the top rope and getting a headlock in.
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Luke Jones hits Andre Holmes with a straight forearm shot, allowing him out of danger.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Hayden goes for a kick to Fernandez’s midsection, but he catches her foot, spins her away, and drops her with a Pele kick of his own!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Stevens has pulled Evil halfway over the top rope!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Stevens and Evil both in trouble, and Number twenty-seven is due up!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The lights go dark around the stage as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the back dancing and wilding out is the twenty-seventh entrant followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Extreme Champion, Carmella Wilder.
VASSA: “Sounds like Mexico City is Wett for Jett!”
JOHNSON: “These people are booing, Vinny.”
#27: JETT WILDER
With a kiss on the cheek from his mother, Jett jogs his way down the ramp. He hops up onto the apron, and just happens to grab Stevens by the shoulder as both he and Evil fall to the floor!
JOHNSON: “Scott Stevens lost his balance, and both he and Johnny Evil are eliminated!”
VASSA: “Look at Jett! He’s jumping around out here like he eliminated BOTH of them!”
Jett hops down off the apron and walks around the ring, headed for the commentary table. In the ring, Sativa kicks Mariano in the gut, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a snap neckbreaker, dropping him to the mat as Wilder arrives at the commentary table and grabs a headset.
JOHNSON: “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in the ring.”
WILDER: “Hey guys! How are you enjoying my match so far?”
VASSA: “Uh, Jett?”
Hopkins gets to his feet, turns, and takes down Sativa Neveah with a scoop slam followed by a leg drop. Holmes walks into a right hand from Marquis, who whips him into the ropes, misses with a clothesline, but not with the drop toe hold, followed by a quick elbow drop to the back.
WILDER: “Amazing, isn’t it? Just look at all the action going on in that ring!”
JOHNSON: “Action you’re supposed to be a part of.”
VASSA: “Umm, Jett?”
Dakota levels Mariano with a fierce clothesline, and Redd Thunder does the same to Luke Jones. Marquis pulls Holmes to his feet, pushes him into the corner, and starts lifting at his leg. Anastasia Hayden ties up with Kaelan Quinn, whips her into the ropes, lowers her head, and goes for a back body drop, but Quinn reverses, turning it into a high elevation DDT instead!
WILDER: “Wow! Did you see that!? She’s been in there for a long time too!”
JOHNSON: “A lot longer than you.”
VASSA: “Jett!?”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Dakota and Thunder tie up again, and it’s Dakota with a stiff elbow, staggering Thunder backward.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn gives a stiff European Uppercut right to Sativa’s jaw!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Holmes kicks Marquis out of the corner, and Luke Jones floors her with a shining wizard!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Were up to Number twenty-eight.”
TRES!
WILDER: “My match is nearing completion.”
DOS!
VASSA: “JETT!!”
UNO!
WILDER: “What!?”
BBUUZZZZ!!!
Jett nearly leaps out of his skin when he hears the pyro explode on the stage. The fourth tier of Dancing Mad plays throughout the arena and out marches the twenty-eighth entrant with a certain pipe in his hand.
VASSA: “That’s what I was trying to tell you, Jett! Matthias’ number hadn’t come up yet!”
JOHNSON: “It has now, and he’s eyeing you like a hungry dog eyeing a pork chop!”
#28: MATTHIAS BARROWS
Matthias picks up the pace, sprinting down the ramp, around the ring, and diving over the announce table onto Jett Wilder!
JOHNSON: “Barrows is all over Wilder out here with the rights and lefts! Vinny Vassa has lost his headset!”
Barrows gets to his feet, pulls Wilder up, and throws him shoulder first into the ringsteps hard enough to knock them clear to the barricade! Holmes ties up with Luke Jones, whips him into the ropes, and catches him in a sleeper hold. Jones quickly escapes by dropping to his rear, bouncing Holmes off of him as Barrows rolls Wilder into the ring.
JOHNSON: “Are you okay, Vinny?”
VASSA: “I’m just glad I wasn’t Matthias’ target!”
As Jett gets to his feet, he turns around and Barrows smacks him right in the face with Black Betty, immediately dropping him to the ground! A wound is seen on Wilders forehead as blood begins to trickle down his face! Barrows pulls him to his feet, hooks his arm with the pipe, and launches him over the top rope and to the floor!
JOHNSON: “Barrows was never happy that Wilder tried to claim credit for this match, and he just set Jett soaring!”
Gary the Assassin pops out from under the ring to collect Jett’s blood in a vial, while Barrows gets pounded across the back by the forearm of Mariano Fernandez, forcing him to drop his weapon. Black Betty rolls to the outside as Fernandez whips Barrows into the corner and follows him in with a stiff forearm.
JOHNSON: “Barrows is the one who arranged for this match, and he’s in the thick of it now. Does he have what it takes to win?”
Hayden gives a stiff kick to Redd Thunder’s left leg, followed by another that drops him to a knee, followed by a standing dropkick that knocks him to the ground! Andre Holmes catches Dakota charging with a kick to the leg that drops him to one knee, followed by a superkick right to the mouth!
JOHNSON: “I talked with Holmes a little backstage today, he calls that the Thrust Kick!”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Sativa gets to her feet and puts a boot right into Marquis’ stomach.
OCHO!
SIETE!
Kaelan Quinn gets flattened by Redd Thunder again as he splashes her in the corner!
SEIS!
CINCO!
Jair Hopins jumps out of the corner and takes down Ana Hayden with a shoulder block.
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Only two remain backstage! Who’s coming out next?”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
“Y’all ready to get nasty?”
A TV-PG logo on the screen cracks in multiple pieces, revealing a Parental Advisory — EXPLICIT CONTENT sign. The loud moaning echoes throughout the arena as the twenty-ninth entrant emerges from behind the curtains.
VASSA: “It’s DeAndre Johnson Jr.!”
JOHNSON: “Also known as Taboo at Number 29. What a draw he got!”
#29: DeANDRE JOHNSON JR.
Johnson jogs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and runs right into a right hand from Andre Holmes! Johnson staggers backward against the ropes, and Holmes wastes no time grabbing him by the knees, lifting him up, and tossing him over and out!!
VASSA: “Hey, Johnson didn’t even get to mount an offense!”
JOHNSON: “It doesn’t matter! He went up, over, and down! He is eliminated!”
Holmes turns and gets clobbered by a hard right hand from Persephone Marquis! She whips him into the ropes, kicks him in the stomach, and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Luke Jones gets a side headlock on Jair Hopkins, who bounces him into the ropes, but gets dropped by a dropkick that sends him onto his rear into the corner. Jones pops up, and delivers another one right to the jaw!
VASSA: “Look out, Redd Thunder has Kaelan Quinn!”
Thunder gorilla presses Quinn off the ground and holds her high above his head! He starts walking to the ropes, but she slips free, lands on her feet behind him, and drops him with a chop block! Sativa hammers Dakota with a clubbing forearm, whips him into the ropes, but he runs right through her on the rebound with an avalance!
VASSA: “Dakota Smith still going strong! How long has he been in there now?”
JOHNSON: “Over forty-two minutes!”
Ana Hayden locks up with Andre Holmes and thrusts a knee right into his gut! She whips him into the ropes, but he reverses her hip toss with a neckbreaker, dropping them both to the canvas. Mariano whips Matthias to another turnbuckle and follows him in, but he runs right into Matthias’ boot. Doubled over, Matthias grabs him by the head, spider-legs himself up the corner, lifts him up, and flies through the air to drill him with a sitout powerbomb!
JOHNSON: “Barrows with The Overdose! It feels like months since we’ve seen him hit that!”
VASSA: “It almost has been months.”
DIEZ!
NUEVE!
Queef takes down Kaelan with a running clothesline, then starts stomping away!
OCHO!
SIETE!
Luke Jones lands a clubbing blow to Barrows’ back while he gets to his feet.
SEIS!
CINCO!
Redd Thunder gets a DDT from Jair Hopkins, who begins to climb the turnbuckle!
CUATRO!
JOHNSON: “Hopkins going up top as we await the final entrant!”
TRES!
DOS!
UNO!
BBUUZZZZ!!!
The heavy pounding electronical sounds of Tears by HEALTH sound over the PA system as the thirtieth entrant wastes little time to march down to the ring, his head covered by the hood of his jacket.
JOHNSON: “It’s Vossler! The final entrant in this 4 Corners Frenzy match!”
VASSA: “He’s got the best draw of the night. Let’s see what he can do with it.”
#30: VOSSLER
Vossler sheds the jacket as he runs down to the ring and slides in just as Hopkins leaps, backflipping through the air, and landing both feet to Thunder’s chest!
VASSA: “OMFG! Hopkins got it again!”
Vossler goes right after Barrows, stomping on him as he gets up, but Barrows counters with a kick, allowing him to lift Vossler up for a spinebuster, but Barrows turns to his left and tosses Vossler over and out!
VASSA: “Look at this! Vossler is out!”
JOHNSON: “He was the final entrant, ladies and gentlemen, there are no more competitors backstage!”
VASSA: “We’ve got about eleven left in the ring!”
JOHNSON: “And one of them will win an opportunity at the 4CW Championship!”
Barrows runs right into a right hand from Kaelan, which staggers him back into the corner. She begins kicking away at his ribs, causing him to drop down to his rear where she is able to choke him with her boot. Dakota THROWS Luke Jones into the corner before a loud knife-edge chop echo’s throughout the building!
VASSA: “We keep talking about how impressive Dakota has been. Keep in mind he was the first man in here!”
JOHNSON: “Nearly everybody has crossed paths with him at one time or another.”
Marquis pulls Andre Holmes up to his feet. She tries to Irish whip him, but he plants his feet and reverses, throwing her over the top rope! She lands on the apron and slaps him HARD across the face; enough to set Holmes off! He charges at her, but Queef lowers the top rope on him and he spills out to the floor!”
VASSA: “Whoa! That’s the loudest slap I ever heard in my LIFE!”
JOHNSON: “Andre Holmes is eliminated, but what a showing for his first time in a 4CW Ring. I can’t wait to see more of him, and what he’ll be up against in two weeks in Scotland.”
VASSA: “Who do we have left?”
JOHNSON: “Peresephone Marquis is still in there, as is Dakota Smith. Anastasia Hayden. Luke Jones still alive.”
VASSA: “I see Matthias still in there. Sativa’s hanging tough. Mariano Fernandez is in it.”
JOHNSON: “Redd Thunder still alive. Jair Hopkins, and how about Kaelan Quinn?”
Mariano Fernandez gets to his feet, and a boot from Luke Jones hits him square in the stomach! He pushes the Troll Guy to the corner and hits him in the face with a stiff headbutt. Mariano fires right back with a forarm strike. Jones stumbles away, and Mariano goes up to the second rope, jumping off to deliver a perfect ax handle smash.
VASSA: “Mariano fighting back in it now.”
Jair Hopkins throws a right hand into Marquis’ face and quickly takes her down with a snap suplex. Ana Hayden bounces off the ropes and scores a direct hit on Matthias with a running lariat, knocking him to the ground before Redd Thunder bulldozes his way through her with one of his own! Hopkins sees Barrows prone and begins climbing the turnbuckle. As he steadies himself, Barrows pops up and pushes him off! Jair Hopkins loses his balance and spills to the outside!
JOHNSON: “Oh my god!”
VASSA: “What did I tell you? I knew it was risky to go up top, and Hopkins has paid for it big time! Jair Hopkins is OUT!”
In shock, Hopkins turns and heads to the locker room. Barrows takes a second to gloat, but turns around into a Diamond Cutter!
JOHNSON: “Got ‘em! Sativa strikes again!”
Sativa turns and gets floored by Dakota Smith with a running clothesline. Redd Thunder pulls Ana Hayden to her feet and whips her into the ropes. He pops her up, but she counters into a sunset flip! She cant get the big man off his feet, and dodges at the last second when he drops his weight to the canvas, and gets up to start kicking him repeatedly in the back!
VASSA: “Anastasia Hayden letting her vicious side out now.”
Marquis charges at Mariano, but he catches her coming with an elbow. With her stunned, Mariano takes over, spitting a mist into her face, bouncing off the far ropes, and nailing a shining wizard! Its enough to send Marquis stumbling backward, over the top rope, and to the floor!”
JOHNSON: “Trollface! And Persephone Marquis has been eliminated!”
VASSA: “It’s gotta hurt to know she won’t be getting that gift card now.”
Ana Hayden hauls Redd Thunder to his feet, and pushes him towards the ropes. As she begins to lift at one of his legs, Luke Jones comes in and begins lifting at the other. Dakota Smith comes in and begins pushing one of his shoulders, and soon Sativa is pushing at the other.”
JOHNSON: “Look at this! They’re ganging up on the big man!”
Matthias finds his way to his feet and joins in, followed by Mariano, and a final push from Kaelan Quinn is enough to send Redd Thunder up, over, and tumbling to the floor!
VASSA: “It took everyone left in the ring, about seven, but they got Redd Thunder out!”
Barrows is the first to get punched in the mouth, this time by Luke Jones who shoves him back towards the corner and begins trying to wrestle him out. Kaelan Quinn and Sativa Neveah begin double teaming Dakota Smith, putting the boots to him and knocking him down to a knee. Ana Hayden decks Mariano right in the mouth as the field spreads out.
JOHNSON: “Seven competitors left. Who’s going to walk out the winner?”
Sativa and Kaelan pull Dakota up and push him into another corner, The whip him to the opposite where Sativa then whips Kaelan into him. Kaelan connects with a running clothesline, but when Sativa follows, Dakota shoots his hands out, gripping her by the throat! He turns, and tosses her over and out to the floor!
VASSA: “There goes Sativa, and a lot of potheads hearts are breaking over that one!”
JOHNSON: “We’re down to six! Hayden, Fernandez, Quinn, Smith, Jones, and Barrows.”
VASSA: “Speaking of Barrows, Luke Jones almost has him out!”
Barrows fights viciously, driving his elbow into Jones’ temple, which allows him to escape. Once he’s back in the ring, Barrows lands a hard boot right to his stomach, and drills him with a DDT. Ana Hayden grabs Kaelan by the arm, whips her into the ropes, and floors her with a power slam. Mariano runs over and delivers a vertical suplex to Luke Jones as he tries to get up. Barrows bounces off the ropes and nails Dakota with a running clothesline that barely budges him.
VASSA: “Uh oh, Matthias. I think you just crossed the wrong guy!”
Dakota grabs Matthias and lifts him up into a Gorrila press and begins walking to the ropes as the crowd comes alive. At the last possible second, Barrows rakes the eyes and drops down behind him, and sees Mariano coming in time to duck the clothesline that sends Dakota Smith spilling out to the floor!
VASSA: “Holy bejesus! Dakota Smith is OUT!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith, the first man in this thing, is out! He was in this match over forty-eight minutes ladies and gentlemen.”
Hayden kicks Quinn in the stomach and sets up for a suplex, but Quinn pushes her off and flattens her with a DDT instead. Luke Jones comes barrelling towards Matthias, who ducks his clothesline as well, dropping the rope and dumping him onto the apron. Barrows begins to push with his foot, but Mariano comes up from behind and dumps him over the top rope!
JOHNSON: “This Mexico City crowd just came unglued! Matthias Barrows has been ELIMINATED!”
VASSA: “Look at the shock on his face!”
Unable to handle it, Barrows rises to his feet and clobbers one of the referees!
JOHNSON: “What the hell was that about!?”
VASSA: “Matthias has been vocal about the officiating around here, and it looks like he’s finally snapped!”
Barrows marches to the timekeepers table and begins screaming into a microphone.
BARROWS: “Kodiak! Kodiak, get out here!”
Barrows clocks another official and slams anothers head into the announce desk. “Superbeast” by Rob Zombie blares through the crowd as Matthias’ new heavy appears from the back and runs down the ramp.
JOHNSON: “Barrows has called for his enforcer, and now this massive Kodiak Winters is sliding into the ring!”
Matthias throws the last official into the barricade. Kodiak locks onto Mariano, hoists him onto his shoulders, and spins him through the air slamming him on his face!
VASSA: “Kodiak calls that move “Beast Mode!”
Kodiak hoists Kaelan Quinn up next as Matthias slides back in and jams the butt of Black Betty into Luke Jones’ face! Kodiak hits Beast Mode again as Barrows turns and clocks Hayden as well!
JOHNSON: “I tell you this, Matthias Barrows is just about the sorest loser I’ve ever seen.”
VASSA: “He and his heavy have just laid out the rest of the field.”
Barrows finally leaves the ring with his heavy in tow as the camera focuses back on the ring. As the four competitors begin to stir, medical staff comes down to check on the referees, as do the Octane referees.
JOHNSON: “Perry Wallace apparently sending out the Octane officiating squad to finish up here, and I bet he’s gonna lay a harsh punishment on Matthias Barrows when he gets to the back.”
Kaelan is the first to get back to her feet after being laid out by Barrows tantrum. Luke Jones and Ana are next and both seem to set their sights on the Octane star, delivering blows in tandem to Kaelan before backing her up into the corner while Mariano still fights to recover. Initially Kaelan responds, blasting Luke in the stomach with a kick before being met with a knife edge chop from Ana. Orange hair flying everywhere, Kaelan responds with a kick to Ana’s stomach as well, only to be punched by Luke a moment later.
VASSA: ”Look at her go! The Fate Champion and Luke Jones working together against the gorgeous Irish lass that Laughlin drugged into sleeping with him.!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think that’s how that happened. But I don’t want her family to kill me so we’re not going to delve into her background. But she’s holding her own that’s for sure.”
Ana misses on her next strike, Kaelan narrowly dodging it before driving a forearm into Ana’s face, backing her off momentarily. Kaelan then hooks her arm around Lukes neck before hopping up to the middle turnbuckle and leaping off, twisting in a tornado like motion and driving him down to the mat with a tornado DDT. As Kaelan bounces up to her feet, feeling the momentum of the match rapidly shift in her favor, she pumps her fists in the air getting a positive reaction from the crowd. Dakota Smith had been in the match for a long time before being eliminated, and she knew she was not only closing in on out doing him, but was also closing in on victory.
“On your knees dog”
Kaelan’s head snaps towards the top of the entrance ramp as the big screen shows a momentary glimpse of Dexter Severin’s face, a man who had already entered and been eliminated from the Frenzy who Kaelan did not by any means have a friendly relationship with. Scowling, she turned her body fully to prepare for him to make his presence known but a moment later the music faded. As it did a confused look crossed Kaelan’s face before Mariano scrambled to his feet, grabbed Kaelan by the back of her attire, and tossed her over the top rope and down to the outside of the ring.
VASSA: ”What the hell was that??”
JOHNSON: ”I’m not sure… but it distracted Kaelan just long enough for Mariano to be able to eliminate her from the match!”
Mariano looks apologetically out at Kaelan, who slumps against the barrier disappointed. She’s the final Octane competitor to be eliminated and the crowd acknowledges her by beginning to chant her name as the other two remaining competitors left in the ring, Luke Jones and Ana Hayden, slouch in their own respective corners, trying to catch their breaths.
“THANK YOU, KAELAN! *clap clap clapclapclap* THANK YOU KAELAN! *clap clap clapclapclap*”
VASSA: ”Her orange hair might be obnoxious but you can’t deny she showed heart here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”People have been talking about Caroline O’Hara Burchill as being the face of Octane. Tonight, Kaelan Quinn Price might have just stolen that mantle right out from underneath the self proclaimed Queen.”
As Kaelan slowly heads back up to entrance ramp to the backstage area she takes time to slap hands with a few of the fans, waving exhaustedly at the crowd before disappearing out of sight as attention returns to the remaining three competitors in the ring.
VASSA: ”It’s down to three here and I don’t think anyone could have predicted these would be the final three remaining..”
JOHNSON: ”The former fuckboy himself, Luke Jones. The Gadfly, Mariano Fernandez, and our very own Fate champion, Anastasia Hayden. No, I don’t think anyone would have guessed these would be the final three.”
Before Mariano can turn back to his opponents, Luke and Ana both move toward him and lift him up by his legs, tossing him over the top rope. He twists in mid air and somehow manages to land his feet right on the edge of the ring apron, his hands grasping the top rope and holding on for dear life. Ana, acting quickly, smashed her forearm down across Mariano’s, causing him to release the top rope and hold on with only one hand.
Luke, thinking to follow suit, raises his arm in the air to bring it down in a chop against Manny’s other arm. Thinking quickly, Mariano shifts his weight and leaps off of the ring apron, landing delicately on the top of the barrier outside the ring, his feet never touching the floor. With a smirk, he winks at the two left in the ring and asks his familiar question as the fans cheer and shout it at the same time.
“PROBLEM?
Ana, smartly, turns her attention away from Manny and drives a sharp elbow into Luke’s temple, stumbling the man. She quickly whips him into the ropes and waits patiently for Luke to return on the rebound. As he charges back at her, Ana waits and at the last second drops, pulling the top rope down with her, leaving Luke to tumble over it, catching himself at the last second and holding on just as Manny had been moments earlier. Ana, again, wastes no time and drives her fist into Luke’s face. He responds with a head butt and then ducks down, lowering his shoulder and ramming it into her abdomen, doubling her over, before leaping over the top rope, flipping down her back, and pulling her down with him with a sharp power bomb.
Ana’s body connects with the mat as Luke takes a moment to catch his breath, not noticing that Manny has hopped back from the ring barrier onto the apron and then ascended to the top of the nearby turnbuckle. As he gets back to his feet, Mariano leaps from the top rope, hooks his legs around Luke’s head, and takes him down with a diving hurricanrana. Meanwhile, Ana pushes herself back up to her feet and stumbles, briefly, before steadying herself on the rope. Manny charges across the ring and aims a boot at Ana’s head, but she avoids it at the last second and leaves Mariano to have his leg snap into the ropes awkwardly. In pain, Mariano falls to the mat clutching his knee, which Ana instantly notices and begins to focus on.
VASSA: ”Can’t blame Manny for going for the home run, trying to put the women, errr, Fate champion away like that. I hate him. But you can’t fault him for it.”
JOHNSON: ”No you can’t but it looks like he tweaked his knee and that’s never a good sign at this point in a match like the one we’re witnessing.”
With Ana focused on Mariano, Luke once more gets to his feet. He directs his attention at Ana first, driving a forearm into the side of her head before whipping her into the nearby corner. He then chooses to leave her alone and focus on the weakened Mariano, who still his rubbing at his knee in discomfort. Yet again, Luke employs a use of the irish whip, sending Fernandez into the ropes. On the rebound he lifts Mariano into the air and drops him down across his knee with an atomic drop. A stunned Manny absorbs a brutal rainmaker, completing the string of maneuvers that Jones calls the #FUCKBOYSPECIAL.
As he bends down to pull Manny back up and toss him over the ropes, Ana dashes out of her corner and grabs Luke by the back of his tights, turning and tossing him over the top rope where he tumbles down to the floor. The referee immediately signals that Luke has been eliminated from the competition.
VASSA: ”THERE GOES LUKE!.”
JOHNSON: ”AND THEN THERE WERE TWO!”
VASSA: ”This is all Ana Hayden’s to win, now. Mariano looks like he just got knocked back into Skyrim.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s going to wake up thinking he serves the Empire or whatever the hell it’s called.”
VASSA: ”He’s just starting to push himself back up to his feet now and Ana has him in her sights already.”
JOHNSON: ”Look out, Manny! I hope they don’t ever say this to you about Paige but… SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN!”
As Manny pushes himself back up, Ana uses the ropes for momentum and connects with a brutal running single leg dropkick that spins him around and leaves him draped across the top rope. The fans, instantly buzzing, sense the end of the match coming quickly now as does Ana. Rushing over to him quickly, she grabs him by his right leg and lifts up, but instinctively Mariano’s arms clamp down upon the top rope. Hayden manages to lift him and get one leg over the top rope but Manny then locks his legs around the top rope as well, hanging on as best as he can.
Frustrated, Ana lines up repeated kicks to the abdomen, looking to weaken the resolve of Mariano, who shakes his head no and grimaces as he endures it. Finally, he can’t absorb any more and allows himself to roll toward the outside of the ring, catching his feet on the ring apron. Ana backs up and looks to line up another running single leg drop kick. Fernandez, sensing the danger, drops down to his back and rolls under the bottom rope. A half second before she was going to leap, Ana managed to slam on the breaks, narrowly missing flying over the top rope to elimination.
VASSA: ”Hit the brakes!”
JOHNSON: ”Mariano nearly stole that one. But the match goes on.”
Frustration setting in, Ana begins to stomp angrily on the downed TROLL GUY, who absorbs the strikes, trying to fend them off as best as he can while fighting back up to his feet. Finally, up to one knee, he gets a left hand up, blocking a wild right from Ana. Shaking his head no, soccer mom hair flailing everywhere, Ana goes for another strike but Manny blocks that one as well and continues to shake his head no. She tries once more and yet again, Manny blocks her, pushing his way back to his feet and unloading on her with a right of his own. As Ana turns back to look Manny in the eye he shrugs and shakes his head, looking at her with an “I don’t know” expression. Ana once more tries to punch his face in but Manny blocks once more, waves his finger in her face, and then screams.
“FUUUUUSSSSSSS ROOOOOO DAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
He leaps, steps up, and connects. THE GADFLY! Ana, suddenly seeing stars, stumbles back into the ropes and bounces off of them, taking off at a run in his direction. Just as she’s about to leap, Manny spews a foul mist into her face. The crowd, once more on their feet in excitement, scream along with one of their favorites.
“PROOOOBBBBLLLLEEEEMMMM?”
TROLLFACE! The shining wizard connects, sending Ana toppling over the ropes. She lands on the ring apron, but with her vision impaired she misses grabbing onto the top rope and, in seeming slow motion, tumbles down to the outside of the ring.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner of the Four Corners Frenzy match… and challenger to the 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP…… THE GADFLY…. MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”
Silence falls over the commentary team and over the entire arena for long moments as Manny, breathing heavily, seems uncertain of how to react. It isn’t until the sturdy drum of his entrance music begins to play over the sound system that the crowd erupts into sheer delirium. Finally, Mariano Fernandez, beloved troll, had won a match on the biggest of stages. Taking to the ropes, he raises his hands in the air in celebration as the crowd, in unison, chants over and over again.
“PRRROOOOOOOBBBBLLLLEEEEEMMMMM?
PRRRRRRROOOOOBBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEMMMMMM?
PPPPPRRRROOOOOOBBBBBBLLLLEEEEEMMMMMMMMMM?”
VASSA: ”You’ve got to be shitting me.”
JOHNSON: ”Ladies and gentlemen if you placed bets on Mariano Fernandez to win the Four Corners Frenzy match, congratulations. You now have enough money to become a part owner of 4CW.”
VASSA: ”I refuse to acknowledge it”
JOHNSON: ”Whether you refuse to acknowledge it or not, Manny did the unthinkable tonight. He changed the landscape of 4CW with a few tosses of 4CW talent over the top rope. And now, because he is the last man standing, Bronx Valescence awaits him at Bad Company, or perhaps, the Adrenaline after.”
VASSA: ”This is my worst nightmare. The next thing you’re going to tell me is that Tara Davidson really is pregnant.”
JOHNSON: ”She is. With a little girl.”
VASSA: ”I don’t want to live anymore.”
JOHNSON: ”These are the kinds of matches that change careers. Nearly a year ago the world was sure that JPD was on his way to facing Jair Hopkins at Winter Wasteland. Elijah Carlson had something else to say about that at Fright Night, though.”
VASSA: ”Don’t. Don’t you say it, Steve.”
JOHNSON: ”Leading up to South Beach Brawl, Bronx Valescence went on a tear that saw him defeat Eli at South Beach Brawl and then overcome all odds at Ante Up.”
VASSA: ”I’m going to be sick”
JOHNSON: ”Will Manny be the next one to defy the odds? I don’t know what the answer to that question is but you can bet your ass we’re going to find out soon.”
VASSA: ”Maybe he’ll get an STD from Paige before then and someone else will have to take his place.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t count on it. But that’s all from us tonight folks. Dakota Smith and Kaelan Quinn put on iron man, or woman, performances tonight but just came up short. The luck of the irish wasn’t on their side.”
VASSA: ”Don’t forget Barrows temper tantrum, Jett commentary, Marquis and Jair both being back in a 4CW ring, and everything else that happened tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”How could I forget any of that? What will the fall out be from tonights chaos? Tune in to Octane live, next Friday, and the road to Bad Company that begins in just two weeks when we return, live, on Adrenaline. I’m Steve Johnson and this is my partner, Vinny Vassa. Goodnight Folks!”