Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:57:34 GMT
MAIN EVENT
GENEVIE CARLSON VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”
The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.
“Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest bitch is back,
I’m back part 2, part 2
I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”
Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 136lbs, she is THE BOSTON GENIE…GEEENNNEEEEVVVVVIIIEEE”
“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”
Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.
“And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch
And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”
She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.
VASSA: ”This might be the biggest night of this young woman’s career.”
HARTMAN: ”She’s so pretty.”
VASSA: ”Right… and she’s also facing one hell of a challenge in Scott Stevens. She’s made a point this week to make sure we know this match is about her and not about her cleaning up her husbands mess.”
HARTMAN: ”I think that Genie and Eli are great together and I think that Genie is going to be great tonight.”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.”
Stevens stops at the top of the entrance ramp and stares towards the ring where Genevie Carlson is patiently waiting for him. Stevens lowers the hood of his jacket to reveal the Eli Carlson mask, but the Texan takes it off and tosses to the ground to reveal a basic plain one underneath.
HARTMAN: ”Stevens looking to add another face to his growing collection of masks.”
VASSA: ”The only thing that will be collected tonight is Genie’s boot up Stevens’ ass.”
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
POWERS: ”Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds…”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
POWERS: ”This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS”
Stevens slowly lifts the mask up to reveal his face. The Texan reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small vial.
HARTMAN: ”That’s that vial of the world champion’s blood Stevens has been carrying around with.”
VASSA: ”Is he trying to piss her off?”
Stevens opens the vial and pours the blood into his hand before smearing it over his face like war paint.
HARTMAN: ”Stevens playing mind games with Genie here tonight.”
VASSA: ”Is that even sanitary?”
An icy glare as he tosses the vial at the feet of his opponent followed by the throat slash gesture as he drops to the mat. Genie looks down at the vial and then up at Stevens and shakes her head in disgust. Who does something like that? Certainly the sanitary question that Vassa had just asked the viewing audience was running through the Princess of 4CW’s mind at that very moment but, as she had been saying all evening, she had bigger things to worry about than her husband or anything associated with him.
VASSA: ”Ladies and gentlemen if you’re just tuning in you’re sure to notice that Gabriel Hartman is here alongside me. That is because of a vicious and unprovoked attacked that my partner, Steve Johnson, suffered at the hands of Elijah Carlson earlier this evening.”
HARTMAN: ”I’m doing my best Vinny.”
VASSA: ”We don’t have an update on Steve’s condition for you just yet but we’re hoping to have one by the end of the evening. Until then, we’ve got one hell of a match waiting for us right now with Genevieve squaring off against Scott Stevens.”
HARTMAN: ”Just moments ago we watched Scott Stevens smear a vial of blood, the 4CW Champions blood, across his face.”
VASSA: ”To her credit Genie is maintaining her composure. She looks ready to go and as far as I’m concerned, I’d love to see her prove her ability without her husband here tonight.”
After checking with both Scott Stevens and Genie, making sure they were ready for the match to begin, referee Larry Collins signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
At the sound of the bell Genie is quick to move across the ring. The bigger Scott Stevens looks to tie her up but she’s quick to duck under and spin once past him, driving her shoulder down to the back of his left knee. With Stevens in a kneeling position, Genie quickly wraps herself around Stevens, hooking his head under her arm and driving him down to the mat with a quick DDT. She immediately rolls away from her opponent and stands, bouncing off the ropes and leaping into the air where she drives her knee downward into the backside of Scott Stevens left knee, the same knee she had targeted with her very first move of the match. Rolling through, she wraps both legs around Stevens left leg and grabs onto his foot, torquing his leg and, more specifically, his knee in an awkward direction.
VASSA: ”This is nice to see from the early going, with Genie a bit more in control and focused than she has been at times in the past.”
HARTMAN: ”She’s pretty great. Say, do you think they’ll deliver food out here to us?”
Stevens, having both the size and strength advantage, manages to work his way over to the ropes and grab hold of the bottom rope. Larry Collins taps Genie, instructing her to break the hold, but she holds on until he gets to a four count before she finally, reluctantly breaks the hold. As she gets back to her feet, however, she keeps her a hold of Scott Stevens left foot and raises his leg up into the air before slamming it down violently to the mat. The Princess of 4CW continues her assault by stomping on Stevens knee while he still maintains his hold on the rope, forcing Collins to get between Genie and Stevens and order her back to her own corner to give Stevens breathing room and an opportunity to get back to his feet.
Letting out an angry cry, Genie glares at both Collins and her opponent who gradually gets back to his feet, brushes himself off and tests his left knee to make sure no serious damage was done. A moment later he nods his head at the referee and Collins allows the match to continue, stepping out of the way. A bit more cautiously, Stevens moves towards Genie, his leg causing him some pain as he flinches every few steps. Genie fakes shooting at Stevens left leg causing him to halt his progress. When he does so she stands straight and launches herself into the air, catching Stevens flush with a roundhouse kick that sends him stumbling back into the corner but doesn’t drop him to the mat.
Backing up to the opposite corner, Genie lines Stevens up and charges across the ring at him, leaping and driving her boot across his face, catching herself on the top rope. As he rests in the corner dazed, Genie slides around Stevens and steadies herself on the top turnbuckle pad before leaping off, over Stevens, grabbing onto his neck and pulling him out of the corner, slamming him down to the mat with a well executed modified cutter. Sensing an early opportunity, Genie rolls Stevens over onto his back and covers but as referee Larry Collins slides in to begin counting the pin, he notices that Stevens has his foot draped over the bottom rope. Standing up, Collins waves off the pinfall attempt and brings the situation to Genie’s attention.
VASSA: ”This has been all Genie from the get go. Focusing on Stevens leg from the start caused him to hesitate and has allowed her to maintain momentum up to this point.”
HARTMAN: ”What kind of shampoo do you think she uses?”
VASSA: ”Focus, Gabe!”
HARTMAN: ”I can’t! I’m starving. I ran out of ramen noodles at home a few days ago.”
A bit arrogantly, Genie gets up and plays to the fans, waving to them like she’s a princess which earns her a chorus of boo’s. Those boo’s only get louder as she turns and steps across Stevens chest. After a few more moments she reaches down to pull Stevens back to his feet but is caught with a huge right hand to the jaw that flattens Genie to the mat. Stevens, shaking off the cobwebs, pushes himself back to his feet and closes on his opponent who recognizes the danger she’s suddenly in and is doing her best to scramble away. When she reaches the opposite corner she pulls herself up quickly and meets the closing Scott Stevens with a stiff boot to the face that causes him to stumble back.
As Genie steps out of the corner Stevens turns back and catches her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tossing her over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Truth be told that’s probably the closest that Scott Stevens has been to tiddies in a long time. It’s only fitting that they be Genie’s, who basically everyone on the 4CW roster has seen and fondled in person at one point or another. When Genie hits the mat the impact is brutal and the pain that the single maneuver sends through her body is evident by the expression on her face. Stalking her, Stevens takes his time closing the distance between the two of them. Though he has the momentum in his favor it’s clear he knows what Genie’s primary strategy is and that’s to attack his legs and take what little mobility he has left away from him.
When he’s near enough, Stevens locks on to Genie and drags her back to her feet. After delivering a few strikes, Stevens lifts her up into a firemans carry position and then drops her down and nearly breaks her in half with a gutbuster. In agony, Genie clutches her stomach and rolls over onto her back. The big Texan is relentless in his attack, though, as he steps over Genie and mounts her, delivering punch after punch after punch with both right hands and left hands to her head and abdomen. It’s clear she’s in trouble as referee Larry Collins is looking on closely, considering stepping in and ending the match before any serious harm can be done to her.
VASSA: ”The sheer strenghth of Scott Stevens is frightening and he’s battering Genie right now and there’s nothing that can be done. Eli has been escorted from the building and god only knows where the other two members of the Royal Family are.”
HARTMAN: ”Om nom nom nom.”
VASSA: ”Jesus what the fuck?! Did they actually bring you a hot dog? They never bring me food.”
HARTMAN: ”Nutrisystem doesn’t deliver ringside.”
Before the match can be stopped, Stevens relents and stands up, pulling Genie up by her hair before whipping her violently into the near corner. On impact Genie bounces off and slams face down onto the mat. Continuing his methodical pace, Stevens moves towards Genie slowly and pulls her back to her feet again. Once more, Stevens irish whips her across the ring to the opposite corner and once again she slams into the corner turnbuckle pads violently. Her face says it all, the pain excruciating as she groans while Stevens closes in on her again. With ease, when he gets near her, Stevens hoists her up to the top rope. And then he goes to the place where Jason Cashe has sworn he would never in his life ever ever ever go. He wraps Genies legs around his shoulders and spins, trying to execute a powerbomb.
Out of desperation and seeking to stay alive in the match, Genie manages to counter the attempted powerbomb with a hurricanrana that flips Stevens over onto his back. Smartly, Genie rolls out of the ring to buy herself some time while Stevens, surprised at the sudden turn, uses the ropes to begin to pull himself back up to his feet. As the crowd watches on, their cheers and excitement is clear evidence of just how close this match truly is.
VASSA: ”What a counter!!! She absolutely needed that to stay in this match as Scott Stevens had taken full control and was unleashing the full wrath of his arsenal upon her.”
HARTMAN: ”Vinny. I need mustard.”
Genie, having gained her bearings, moves to climb back into the ring just as Stevens fully gets back to his feet. Scott moves to catch Genie on the ring apron but she smartly wraps her hands around the back of his head and drops down to the mat outside of the ring, crushing the top rope against Stevens throat before sliding back into the ring. She pivots and places an perfect dropkick to Scott Stevens left knee, buckling him. Quickly, she bounces off the ropes and, on the rebound, drives a double axe handle across his chest, causing Stevens to stumble badly backwards. He comes to a halt resting against the ropes. Genie takes off at full speed in Stevens direction.
CCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!
Out of nowhere Scott Stevens catches a running Genie with REMEMBER THE ALAMO, a superkick that catches her right on the chin and flattens her. However, the impact does great damage to Stevens as he used his left leg to hit the maneuver, the same leg Genie had been focusing on throughout the match. In pain he falls to the mat and clutches his knee. Despite the fact that it’s not the knee that had suffered punishment throughout his career and needed support from a brace, the pain is evident all the same. Slowly, Stevens drags himself across the ring and finally drapes his arm across the body of Genevie.
ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”STEVENS WITH REMEMBER THE ALAMO AND GENIE KICKS OUT?! HOW IN THE WORLD???”
HARTMAN: ”Ugh, Vinny. C’mon. You just knocked my hot dog into row P.”
The crowd groans in disappointment, thinking that the match was in the books and yet somehow Genie had managed to kick out. In disbelief, Stevens pushes himself back up to his feet and stares down at Genie’s temporarily lifeless body. His face is a smeared mess of sweat and Eli Carlson’s blood from weeks earlier. In frustration, Stevens slams his fists off of the mat before pushing himself all the way back up to his feet. After steadying himself he reaches down and pulls Genie back up, hoisting her up onto his shoulders. The fans hold their breaths in anticipation of the coming maneuver, MORAL COMPASS, a spike pile driver that would surely put the Royal Family Princess away for good. Sensing the danger, Genie slips out of his grip and down his back, shoving him forward once her feet touch the safety of the ring.
VASSA: ”Screw your hot dog you homeless bastard. Pay attention t the match! Say something noteworthy!”
HARTMAN: ”Scott Stevens has bad breath?”
Stevens turns and swings with all his might, trying to take Genie’s head off with a clothesline. She ducks it and catches him clean with a forearm to the jaw that rocks him. Still, he doesn’t go down (something a lot of men refuse to do with Genie) but instead fires back with a right hand of his own the sends Genie tumbling backwards into the ropes. Quickly she bounces back and runs at him. He swings as she gets close enough but she ducks under and bounces off the ropes. When she comes back she drives both of her forearms into the back of Stevens head, sending him stumbling forward but again not down. Frustrated, she bounces off the ropes once more.
Stevens catches her on the rebound and lifts her up, spinning. As he does so he blocks refere Larry Collins view, giving Genie one last means of escape. She rakes her nails through Stevens eyes, causing him to drop her before he can deliver his DOUBLE S SPINEBUSTER. Clutching at his eyes, Genie swoops behind him and drives her shoulder to his left knee once more. He howls out in pain as he falls to a kneeling position. As Stevens rubs his eyes, Genie notices the position he’s in and takes advantage. #BOWDOWN! He wraps her arms around his head and flips over, driving him face first down to the mat. Quickly, with all the momentum in her favor, she stands and scowls at her opponent. Wasting no time, Genie backs up to the ropes and then moves towards Stevens as he pushes himself up to his hands and knees. STILETTO KISS! The curb stomp variation drives Stevens face first into the mat with a sickening thud. Genie drops to her knees and rolls him over onto his back, falling across his chest and hooking the leg.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”She did it! I can’t freaking believe it she beat Scott Stevens without any help from the Royal Family.”
HARTMAN: ”Yayyyyyy good job Genie!”
VASSA: ”Uhh… what?”
HARTMAN: ”She’s always nice to me and gives me a piece of gum before I interview her.”
Wide smile on her face, Genie rocks back onto her knees and looks up at the replay playing on the video screen above the ring. The crowd, though not really fans of hers, clap appreciateively for both people and the effort they witnessed. With both hands she brushes her hair out of her eyes and stands as referee Larry Collins approaches her and raises her hand in the air victoriously, while Mike Powers announces the result.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… GENEEEEEEEEEVVVIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!”
As her name is announced as the winner she jerks her wrist away from the referee, shouting at him not to touch her. Genie then moves to one of the turnbuckles and ascends it, raising her arms in the air, proud of the victory she had just claimed for herself. The crowd, witnessing the return to form of her attitude, shows their displeasure with her by booing her as usual. After spending some time showing off and taunting the fans on that side of the arena, Genie hops down and pauses, smirking as Stevens begins to stir but paying little more attention to him as she moves to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs it, raising her hands there again.
VASSA: ”Spectacular way to end the night. What a hard fought battle that caps off a crazy evening. I only wish my partner was here with me to have witnessed the rest of it.”
HARTMAN: ”RIP Steve.”
VASSA: ”We’re sorry to say that we still have no update on his condition. You’ll have to check out 4CWrestling.com later on tonight to get an update if you’re intere-… WATCH OUT GENIE!”
HARTMAN: ”Hey… who’s that guy?”
Stevens, back on his feet, has his sights set on Genie and begins moving in her direction, unsatisfied with the end of the match and surely intent on putting her through the same sort of assault that he had inflicted on Caleb Houston and Elijah Carlson. Before he can get to her, however, a body with his face concealed by the hood of the shirt he’s wearing hops over the barrier and slides into the ring, catching Stevens with a spear that takes him to the ground. It’s then that Genie realizes something is going on behind her and turns, hopping down from the turnbuckle. All she sees is someone beating on Scott Stevens although it’s clear she has an idea who it is as she approaches the figure and pulls him off. As she does so, the hood comes back and it’s revealed to be Eli, who had only a little earlier been booted out of the arena.
VASSA: ”How did he get back in here?! SOMEONE GET WALLACE OUT HERE NOW!”
HARTMAN: ”Hey guys… don’t fight!”
Angrily, Genie shoves Eli and points in his face, telling him that he shouldn’t be in the ring and that he should have stayed away. Defending himself, Eli points behind him where Stevens had been laying as tells Genie that he had just saved her ass but she refuses to believe him, slapping him viciously across the face. Eli’s eyes narrow but at the last moment he senses movement behind him and manages to duck out of the way as Scott Stevens fists came crashing down where his body had been. Genie, with quickness, manages to block the attempted attack and spare herself.
Behind the two, Eli strips off his hoodie quickly, revealing the 4CW Championship buckled around his waist. He quickly unhooks the buckles and grasps the belt in his hand, stepping towards Stevens to blast him across the back with it. However, Stevens much like Eli had done, senses the danger and moves, leaving Genie to catch the brunt of the blow directly to her face. As she falls, Eli stands there stunned.
CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
VASSA: ”Holy shit! Eli just blasted Genie with his belt! What is going on tonight?!”
HARTMAN: ”Noooo guys stop it don’t fight!”
Scott Stevens senses the chance to make both Eli and Genie pay, grabbing Eli by the arm spinning him and preparing to drop him with the Toxic Sting diamond cutter. Instead, Eli spins and catches Stevens flush against the jaw with the belt and drops him as well. In the midst of all the chaos, Eli alone is left standing in the ring. He looks from Stevens, to his wife, and then back to Stevens. With a sneer, Eli points down at Stevens at spits at him as he raises the 4CW Championship high above his head, holding it there for a few long moments.
VASSA: ”I dont’ know what we’re witnessing here tonight, folks. I’m at an absolute loss for words.”
HARTMAN: ”This makes me sad. This isn’t how the notebook ends! What the hell?”
Lowering his belt, Eli looks back at his wife and starts to check on her when he notices a horde of security guards coming out from backstage and making their way down the ramp. With no options left, Eli drops to his back and rolls himself out of the ring and exits over the barrier, disappearing into the crowd. As the guards get to the bottom of the ramp and surround the ring, we’re left with a shot of both Genevieve Carlson and Scott Stevens lying motionless in the ring.
VASSA: “Folks, I hate to cut things short but that’s all the time we have for tonight!”
HARTMAN: “This show was massive! We already have to be over our time frame.”
VASSA: “If we are, fuck it. Ain’t nothing else on right now except for late night titties and softcore porn.”
HARTMAN: “So why are we still here?!”
VASSA: “You’re right! Let’s get out of here and go see some skin. Folks, be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head to the KeyBank Center in Buffalo, New York.”
HARTMAN: “Eewww!!!”
VASSA: “Be quiet homeless Hartman! We’ll see you at Adrenaline Sixty-One! Good night folks!”
HARTMAN: “Maybe Steve will be back to keep things interesting?”
VASSA: “Shut up, Gabe!”
GENEVIE CARLSON VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”
The beginning beat of “Killing You Hoes” by Trina begins to play as the lights dim, only white and pink lights shine move out over the crowd.
“Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest bitch is back,
I’m back part 2, part 2
I’m reloaded and I’m killin you hoes”
Genevie appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face as she looks around the crowd, drinking in the boos as she does her signature stripper dance, twirling around as she shakes her ass. She completes a rotation as she bites her lip and winks at the crowd making her way down the ramp.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 136lbs, she is THE BOSTON GENIE…GEEENNNEEEEVVVVVIIIEEE”
“I don’t care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!”
Genevie carries her head high as she walks down the ramp with confidence, with slow and steady steps. As the song plays she walks around to the side of the ring, hopping up on the apron. She adjusts her SnapBack as she blows the fans a kiss, listening to the boos get louder. This only makes her smirk grow wider as she climbs through the middle ropes, and standing up in the ring as she runs her hands down her body.
“And don’t you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this bitch
And I’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch”
She does one final twirl to show off her ASSETS, rolling her eyes at the jealous fans as she goes over to the ropes and leans against them, checking her nails as the referee comes over and she dismisses him to get away from her because he is a peasant and she is The Princess. He backs off and she just continues to smirk as the music dies down.
VASSA: ”This might be the biggest night of this young woman’s career.”
HARTMAN: ”She’s so pretty.”
VASSA: ”Right… and she’s also facing one hell of a challenge in Scott Stevens. She’s made a point this week to make sure we know this match is about her and not about her cleaning up her husbands mess.”
HARTMAN: ”I think that Genie and Eli are great together and I think that Genie is going to be great tonight.”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.”
Stevens stops at the top of the entrance ramp and stares towards the ring where Genevie Carlson is patiently waiting for him. Stevens lowers the hood of his jacket to reveal the Eli Carlson mask, but the Texan takes it off and tosses to the ground to reveal a basic plain one underneath.
HARTMAN: ”Stevens looking to add another face to his growing collection of masks.”
VASSA: ”The only thing that will be collected tonight is Genie’s boot up Stevens’ ass.”
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
POWERS: ”Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds…”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
POWERS: ”This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS”
Stevens slowly lifts the mask up to reveal his face. The Texan reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small vial.
HARTMAN: ”That’s that vial of the world champion’s blood Stevens has been carrying around with.”
VASSA: ”Is he trying to piss her off?”
Stevens opens the vial and pours the blood into his hand before smearing it over his face like war paint.
HARTMAN: ”Stevens playing mind games with Genie here tonight.”
VASSA: ”Is that even sanitary?”
An icy glare as he tosses the vial at the feet of his opponent followed by the throat slash gesture as he drops to the mat. Genie looks down at the vial and then up at Stevens and shakes her head in disgust. Who does something like that? Certainly the sanitary question that Vassa had just asked the viewing audience was running through the Princess of 4CW’s mind at that very moment but, as she had been saying all evening, she had bigger things to worry about than her husband or anything associated with him.
VASSA: ”Ladies and gentlemen if you’re just tuning in you’re sure to notice that Gabriel Hartman is here alongside me. That is because of a vicious and unprovoked attacked that my partner, Steve Johnson, suffered at the hands of Elijah Carlson earlier this evening.”
HARTMAN: ”I’m doing my best Vinny.”
VASSA: ”We don’t have an update on Steve’s condition for you just yet but we’re hoping to have one by the end of the evening. Until then, we’ve got one hell of a match waiting for us right now with Genevieve squaring off against Scott Stevens.”
HARTMAN: ”Just moments ago we watched Scott Stevens smear a vial of blood, the 4CW Champions blood, across his face.”
VASSA: ”To her credit Genie is maintaining her composure. She looks ready to go and as far as I’m concerned, I’d love to see her prove her ability without her husband here tonight.”
After checking with both Scott Stevens and Genie, making sure they were ready for the match to begin, referee Larry Collins signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
At the sound of the bell Genie is quick to move across the ring. The bigger Scott Stevens looks to tie her up but she’s quick to duck under and spin once past him, driving her shoulder down to the back of his left knee. With Stevens in a kneeling position, Genie quickly wraps herself around Stevens, hooking his head under her arm and driving him down to the mat with a quick DDT. She immediately rolls away from her opponent and stands, bouncing off the ropes and leaping into the air where she drives her knee downward into the backside of Scott Stevens left knee, the same knee she had targeted with her very first move of the match. Rolling through, she wraps both legs around Stevens left leg and grabs onto his foot, torquing his leg and, more specifically, his knee in an awkward direction.
VASSA: ”This is nice to see from the early going, with Genie a bit more in control and focused than she has been at times in the past.”
HARTMAN: ”She’s pretty great. Say, do you think they’ll deliver food out here to us?”
Stevens, having both the size and strength advantage, manages to work his way over to the ropes and grab hold of the bottom rope. Larry Collins taps Genie, instructing her to break the hold, but she holds on until he gets to a four count before she finally, reluctantly breaks the hold. As she gets back to her feet, however, she keeps her a hold of Scott Stevens left foot and raises his leg up into the air before slamming it down violently to the mat. The Princess of 4CW continues her assault by stomping on Stevens knee while he still maintains his hold on the rope, forcing Collins to get between Genie and Stevens and order her back to her own corner to give Stevens breathing room and an opportunity to get back to his feet.
Letting out an angry cry, Genie glares at both Collins and her opponent who gradually gets back to his feet, brushes himself off and tests his left knee to make sure no serious damage was done. A moment later he nods his head at the referee and Collins allows the match to continue, stepping out of the way. A bit more cautiously, Stevens moves towards Genie, his leg causing him some pain as he flinches every few steps. Genie fakes shooting at Stevens left leg causing him to halt his progress. When he does so she stands straight and launches herself into the air, catching Stevens flush with a roundhouse kick that sends him stumbling back into the corner but doesn’t drop him to the mat.
Backing up to the opposite corner, Genie lines Stevens up and charges across the ring at him, leaping and driving her boot across his face, catching herself on the top rope. As he rests in the corner dazed, Genie slides around Stevens and steadies herself on the top turnbuckle pad before leaping off, over Stevens, grabbing onto his neck and pulling him out of the corner, slamming him down to the mat with a well executed modified cutter. Sensing an early opportunity, Genie rolls Stevens over onto his back and covers but as referee Larry Collins slides in to begin counting the pin, he notices that Stevens has his foot draped over the bottom rope. Standing up, Collins waves off the pinfall attempt and brings the situation to Genie’s attention.
VASSA: ”This has been all Genie from the get go. Focusing on Stevens leg from the start caused him to hesitate and has allowed her to maintain momentum up to this point.”
HARTMAN: ”What kind of shampoo do you think she uses?”
VASSA: ”Focus, Gabe!”
HARTMAN: ”I can’t! I’m starving. I ran out of ramen noodles at home a few days ago.”
A bit arrogantly, Genie gets up and plays to the fans, waving to them like she’s a princess which earns her a chorus of boo’s. Those boo’s only get louder as she turns and steps across Stevens chest. After a few more moments she reaches down to pull Stevens back to his feet but is caught with a huge right hand to the jaw that flattens Genie to the mat. Stevens, shaking off the cobwebs, pushes himself back to his feet and closes on his opponent who recognizes the danger she’s suddenly in and is doing her best to scramble away. When she reaches the opposite corner she pulls herself up quickly and meets the closing Scott Stevens with a stiff boot to the face that causes him to stumble back.
As Genie steps out of the corner Stevens turns back and catches her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tossing her over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Truth be told that’s probably the closest that Scott Stevens has been to tiddies in a long time. It’s only fitting that they be Genie’s, who basically everyone on the 4CW roster has seen and fondled in person at one point or another. When Genie hits the mat the impact is brutal and the pain that the single maneuver sends through her body is evident by the expression on her face. Stalking her, Stevens takes his time closing the distance between the two of them. Though he has the momentum in his favor it’s clear he knows what Genie’s primary strategy is and that’s to attack his legs and take what little mobility he has left away from him.
When he’s near enough, Stevens locks on to Genie and drags her back to her feet. After delivering a few strikes, Stevens lifts her up into a firemans carry position and then drops her down and nearly breaks her in half with a gutbuster. In agony, Genie clutches her stomach and rolls over onto her back. The big Texan is relentless in his attack, though, as he steps over Genie and mounts her, delivering punch after punch after punch with both right hands and left hands to her head and abdomen. It’s clear she’s in trouble as referee Larry Collins is looking on closely, considering stepping in and ending the match before any serious harm can be done to her.
VASSA: ”The sheer strenghth of Scott Stevens is frightening and he’s battering Genie right now and there’s nothing that can be done. Eli has been escorted from the building and god only knows where the other two members of the Royal Family are.”
HARTMAN: ”Om nom nom nom.”
VASSA: ”Jesus what the fuck?! Did they actually bring you a hot dog? They never bring me food.”
HARTMAN: ”Nutrisystem doesn’t deliver ringside.”
Before the match can be stopped, Stevens relents and stands up, pulling Genie up by her hair before whipping her violently into the near corner. On impact Genie bounces off and slams face down onto the mat. Continuing his methodical pace, Stevens moves towards Genie slowly and pulls her back to her feet again. Once more, Stevens irish whips her across the ring to the opposite corner and once again she slams into the corner turnbuckle pads violently. Her face says it all, the pain excruciating as she groans while Stevens closes in on her again. With ease, when he gets near her, Stevens hoists her up to the top rope. And then he goes to the place where Jason Cashe has sworn he would never in his life ever ever ever go. He wraps Genies legs around his shoulders and spins, trying to execute a powerbomb.
Out of desperation and seeking to stay alive in the match, Genie manages to counter the attempted powerbomb with a hurricanrana that flips Stevens over onto his back. Smartly, Genie rolls out of the ring to buy herself some time while Stevens, surprised at the sudden turn, uses the ropes to begin to pull himself back up to his feet. As the crowd watches on, their cheers and excitement is clear evidence of just how close this match truly is.
VASSA: ”What a counter!!! She absolutely needed that to stay in this match as Scott Stevens had taken full control and was unleashing the full wrath of his arsenal upon her.”
HARTMAN: ”Vinny. I need mustard.”
Genie, having gained her bearings, moves to climb back into the ring just as Stevens fully gets back to his feet. Scott moves to catch Genie on the ring apron but she smartly wraps her hands around the back of his head and drops down to the mat outside of the ring, crushing the top rope against Stevens throat before sliding back into the ring. She pivots and places an perfect dropkick to Scott Stevens left knee, buckling him. Quickly, she bounces off the ropes and, on the rebound, drives a double axe handle across his chest, causing Stevens to stumble badly backwards. He comes to a halt resting against the ropes. Genie takes off at full speed in Stevens direction.
CCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!
Out of nowhere Scott Stevens catches a running Genie with REMEMBER THE ALAMO, a superkick that catches her right on the chin and flattens her. However, the impact does great damage to Stevens as he used his left leg to hit the maneuver, the same leg Genie had been focusing on throughout the match. In pain he falls to the mat and clutches his knee. Despite the fact that it’s not the knee that had suffered punishment throughout his career and needed support from a brace, the pain is evident all the same. Slowly, Stevens drags himself across the ring and finally drapes his arm across the body of Genevie.
ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”STEVENS WITH REMEMBER THE ALAMO AND GENIE KICKS OUT?! HOW IN THE WORLD???”
HARTMAN: ”Ugh, Vinny. C’mon. You just knocked my hot dog into row P.”
The crowd groans in disappointment, thinking that the match was in the books and yet somehow Genie had managed to kick out. In disbelief, Stevens pushes himself back up to his feet and stares down at Genie’s temporarily lifeless body. His face is a smeared mess of sweat and Eli Carlson’s blood from weeks earlier. In frustration, Stevens slams his fists off of the mat before pushing himself all the way back up to his feet. After steadying himself he reaches down and pulls Genie back up, hoisting her up onto his shoulders. The fans hold their breaths in anticipation of the coming maneuver, MORAL COMPASS, a spike pile driver that would surely put the Royal Family Princess away for good. Sensing the danger, Genie slips out of his grip and down his back, shoving him forward once her feet touch the safety of the ring.
VASSA: ”Screw your hot dog you homeless bastard. Pay attention t the match! Say something noteworthy!”
HARTMAN: ”Scott Stevens has bad breath?”
Stevens turns and swings with all his might, trying to take Genie’s head off with a clothesline. She ducks it and catches him clean with a forearm to the jaw that rocks him. Still, he doesn’t go down (something a lot of men refuse to do with Genie) but instead fires back with a right hand of his own the sends Genie tumbling backwards into the ropes. Quickly she bounces back and runs at him. He swings as she gets close enough but she ducks under and bounces off the ropes. When she comes back she drives both of her forearms into the back of Stevens head, sending him stumbling forward but again not down. Frustrated, she bounces off the ropes once more.
Stevens catches her on the rebound and lifts her up, spinning. As he does so he blocks refere Larry Collins view, giving Genie one last means of escape. She rakes her nails through Stevens eyes, causing him to drop her before he can deliver his DOUBLE S SPINEBUSTER. Clutching at his eyes, Genie swoops behind him and drives her shoulder to his left knee once more. He howls out in pain as he falls to a kneeling position. As Stevens rubs his eyes, Genie notices the position he’s in and takes advantage. #BOWDOWN! He wraps her arms around his head and flips over, driving him face first down to the mat. Quickly, with all the momentum in her favor, she stands and scowls at her opponent. Wasting no time, Genie backs up to the ropes and then moves towards Stevens as he pushes himself up to his hands and knees. STILETTO KISS! The curb stomp variation drives Stevens face first into the mat with a sickening thud. Genie drops to her knees and rolls him over onto his back, falling across his chest and hooking the leg.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”She did it! I can’t freaking believe it she beat Scott Stevens without any help from the Royal Family.”
HARTMAN: ”Yayyyyyy good job Genie!”
VASSA: ”Uhh… what?”
HARTMAN: ”She’s always nice to me and gives me a piece of gum before I interview her.”
Wide smile on her face, Genie rocks back onto her knees and looks up at the replay playing on the video screen above the ring. The crowd, though not really fans of hers, clap appreciateively for both people and the effort they witnessed. With both hands she brushes her hair out of her eyes and stands as referee Larry Collins approaches her and raises her hand in the air victoriously, while Mike Powers announces the result.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… GENEEEEEEEEEVVVIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!”
As her name is announced as the winner she jerks her wrist away from the referee, shouting at him not to touch her. Genie then moves to one of the turnbuckles and ascends it, raising her arms in the air, proud of the victory she had just claimed for herself. The crowd, witnessing the return to form of her attitude, shows their displeasure with her by booing her as usual. After spending some time showing off and taunting the fans on that side of the arena, Genie hops down and pauses, smirking as Stevens begins to stir but paying little more attention to him as she moves to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs it, raising her hands there again.
VASSA: ”Spectacular way to end the night. What a hard fought battle that caps off a crazy evening. I only wish my partner was here with me to have witnessed the rest of it.”
HARTMAN: ”RIP Steve.”
VASSA: ”We’re sorry to say that we still have no update on his condition. You’ll have to check out 4CWrestling.com later on tonight to get an update if you’re intere-… WATCH OUT GENIE!”
HARTMAN: ”Hey… who’s that guy?”
Stevens, back on his feet, has his sights set on Genie and begins moving in her direction, unsatisfied with the end of the match and surely intent on putting her through the same sort of assault that he had inflicted on Caleb Houston and Elijah Carlson. Before he can get to her, however, a body with his face concealed by the hood of the shirt he’s wearing hops over the barrier and slides into the ring, catching Stevens with a spear that takes him to the ground. It’s then that Genie realizes something is going on behind her and turns, hopping down from the turnbuckle. All she sees is someone beating on Scott Stevens although it’s clear she has an idea who it is as she approaches the figure and pulls him off. As she does so, the hood comes back and it’s revealed to be Eli, who had only a little earlier been booted out of the arena.
VASSA: ”How did he get back in here?! SOMEONE GET WALLACE OUT HERE NOW!”
HARTMAN: ”Hey guys… don’t fight!”
Angrily, Genie shoves Eli and points in his face, telling him that he shouldn’t be in the ring and that he should have stayed away. Defending himself, Eli points behind him where Stevens had been laying as tells Genie that he had just saved her ass but she refuses to believe him, slapping him viciously across the face. Eli’s eyes narrow but at the last moment he senses movement behind him and manages to duck out of the way as Scott Stevens fists came crashing down where his body had been. Genie, with quickness, manages to block the attempted attack and spare herself.
Behind the two, Eli strips off his hoodie quickly, revealing the 4CW Championship buckled around his waist. He quickly unhooks the buckles and grasps the belt in his hand, stepping towards Stevens to blast him across the back with it. However, Stevens much like Eli had done, senses the danger and moves, leaving Genie to catch the brunt of the blow directly to her face. As she falls, Eli stands there stunned.
CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
VASSA: ”Holy shit! Eli just blasted Genie with his belt! What is going on tonight?!”
HARTMAN: ”Noooo guys stop it don’t fight!”
Scott Stevens senses the chance to make both Eli and Genie pay, grabbing Eli by the arm spinning him and preparing to drop him with the Toxic Sting diamond cutter. Instead, Eli spins and catches Stevens flush against the jaw with the belt and drops him as well. In the midst of all the chaos, Eli alone is left standing in the ring. He looks from Stevens, to his wife, and then back to Stevens. With a sneer, Eli points down at Stevens at spits at him as he raises the 4CW Championship high above his head, holding it there for a few long moments.
VASSA: ”I dont’ know what we’re witnessing here tonight, folks. I’m at an absolute loss for words.”
HARTMAN: ”This makes me sad. This isn’t how the notebook ends! What the hell?”
Lowering his belt, Eli looks back at his wife and starts to check on her when he notices a horde of security guards coming out from backstage and making their way down the ramp. With no options left, Eli drops to his back and rolls himself out of the ring and exits over the barrier, disappearing into the crowd. As the guards get to the bottom of the ramp and surround the ring, we’re left with a shot of both Genevieve Carlson and Scott Stevens lying motionless in the ring.
VASSA: “Folks, I hate to cut things short but that’s all the time we have for tonight!”
HARTMAN: “This show was massive! We already have to be over our time frame.”
VASSA: “If we are, fuck it. Ain’t nothing else on right now except for late night titties and softcore porn.”
HARTMAN: “So why are we still here?!”
VASSA: “You’re right! Let’s get out of here and go see some skin. Folks, be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head to the KeyBank Center in Buffalo, New York.”
HARTMAN: “Eewww!!!”
VASSA: “Be quiet homeless Hartman! We’ll see you at Adrenaline Sixty-One! Good night folks!”
HARTMAN: “Maybe Steve will be back to keep things interesting?”
VASSA: “Shut up, Gabe!”