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4CW, or "How I made a guy quit in our first match"; I shouldn't be but I'm strangely proud I had that effect on someone
Topic Started: Aug 12 2016, 12:42 AM (174 Views)
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SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW.
WHO GIVES A SHIT?
TIME AND SPACE ARE IMMATERIAL.
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD.



So my ex is a tyrannosaurus.

What? That's a totally reasonable and understandable first thought to have in a promotional video showing yourself off for the first time in a new wrestling company, right?

No?

Oh, well shit.

Time rewind, go!~

---------------------Time Rewind Went---------------------




[We cut in proper, to a man talking on a cell phone inside of a house. It's a decent-sized house, looks like it was probably the family home from when he was young. Because one doesn't have to flaunt stupidly expensive gimmick toys and shiny house and scream "LOOKIT ME IM SO RIIIIIIICH BITCH" to have money. You can actually act like a normal human being too.


Anyways, our protagonist doesn't seem too happy. Something has him a bit confused, perplexed, bamboozled, and maybe just downright annoyed. He sighs, says his goodbyes, and ends the call as he walks into the front room, staring wistfully out the back door at the beautiful Arizona sunset. It's so wistful his hair starts gently blowing in the wind. It would be the start of some heartbreaking dramatic monologue and maybe flashback in some romantic dramedy if it wasn't, y'know, a professional wrestling promotional video.]


"...Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something wrong with me. I just don't see how a world that's full of such wonderful things could be full of blithering idiot rich boiz and LAWYERS WHO ARE ALSO PSYCHOPATHS."

[Our hero runs his hand across his face in annoyance before resting it against his chin thoughtfully. 'Well at least I have the beauty of an Arizona sunset to cheer me up' before being rudely interrupted by]


"Really? You really don't see how-"

[Thankfully for you, he's quickly re-interrupted by our protag.]

"Quiet you. You're ruining the scene."

[The other voice shoutmutters something under his breath but otherwise complies and stays quiet. Our Hero runs a hand through his hair -still blowing wistfully- and turns to head down a hallway. Catching sight of the camera as he does, he waves and motions to follow. He steps up to a wooden door marked with "Vault" and stops, turning back to the camera, hand on the doorknob.]

"Gimme a minute, wouldya. Gotta tidy up a bit."

[And with that, he walks through the door, closing it before we're able to see anything inside. After some time, the door opens again and oh dear god why is he singing?]

"Look at this shit, isn't it neat? Wouldn't ya think my collection's complete?"

[The accompanying music kicks in just as the camera enters the large room, covered wall-to-wall in title belts and various other accomplishments.]

"Wouldn't you think I'm the boy, the boy who has... everythiiiiing?"

[Arms open wide, he smirks as he sings along with the music.]

"Look at this shelf, treasures untold, how much greatness could one great room hold? Lookin' around here ya think- sure, he's won everythiiiiing!"

[As our Hero does a small spin showing off at least a small part of his life's goals he's grinning like a maniac. Not an "Anna Badstreet" maniac, a "I love my job because I get to do stupid shit like this" maniac.]

"I've got certificates and trophies aplenty,"

[He motions to a large heavy glass cabinet filled with framed papers and trophies. We won't bore you with the details but there's a LOT.]

"I've got DVDs and action figures galore! You want Championships? I've got twenty. At least."

[He steps across the room to a fancy entertainment system, walls around it lined with hundreds of "Best of" DVDs along with various figures and other random assortments of items in his likeness. He picks up an awesome looking Pop!Vinyl recreation of himself and smiles before setting it back down on the edge of the TV stand.]

"But who cares? No big deal. I want moooooooore!"

[Our hero strikes the obligatory exaggerated pose at the last word. Of course he does. Throw in an exaggerated twirl for good measure.]

"I wanna be where the people are, I wanna take, wanna take all your titles! Stompin' nobodies into the ground with those, what do ya call 'em? Oh yeah, boots."

[He picks up another random figure on the desk. This one with KUNG FU ACTION! He used it to kick various other Pop!Vinyl's in the head, knocking them onto the ground]

"Kickin' people in the head, they don't get too far. Brains are required for winning, staying conscious. Jumpin' offa that, what's the word? Turnbuckle."

[Looks back at the camera with a wide grin. Stare into the eyes of your dooooooooooooom~! Well, okay, not your doom. Just the guy who's gonna tap dance on your necks and backs until you pass out. Now think about how that guy's doing a Little Mermaid parody and re-evaluate your life choices.]

"Up where I fly, up where you die, up where the winners win and the losers go back to thinking calling yourself a "psychotic sadist" or "the infinite god" is cool and edgy in twenty-sixteeeeeeeeeeeen! -And one of you had the balls to make fun of MY stupid made up nicknames. Please-

I wanna see, wish I could be, part of your 4CW Wooooooooorld!"

[Again, exaggerated pose.]

"What would I give, if I could live out my dreams, of beating Dante Anglais unconscious for stealing my finisher? Who could I pay, for the chance to set fire to the book of lame emo nicknames Anna Badstreet chose I mean really the psychotic sadist, the deliciously deranged who the fuck thinks this kind of shit is scary anymore- oh wait I'm getting off track."

[Says the guy doing a Little Mermaid parody.]

"Quiet, you."

[Back to singing.]

"Betcha in the ring, they'll understand, they shouldn't underestimate the Assassin~
'Cause I'll shoot 'em dead, point blank, with my Revolver!"

[This would be an epic shot: our hero, eyes fixed on the camera, hand pointed like a gun directly at the center of the camera, it's pretty intimidating. If it wasn't about to be ruined by]

Brandon Young from outta f'n nowhere: "Annnnnd ready to know what the people know! Ask 'em the hard hitting questions and get some real answeeeeers! What's an Anna Badstreet and why do they- Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?"

[The door slams open as another man- shorter, darker skin tone and probably more of an asshole than the first, suddenly barges into the room at full speed, running into the shot with his own exaggerated posing and singsonging. The first male does not look pleased.]

Adrian Tanner Junior, your hero and mine: "Brandon, for fuck's sake."

[The Arizona Assassin palms his face, then holds up a hand and the music stops dead in his tracks as he looks at his best friend and partner-in-mocking-the-dumb.]

Adrian: "Okay look man I was trying to avoid saying things like that I mean if you tell people they suck and you beat 'em well you just beat a couple people who suck so why should anyone care you know? I was trying to give them some form of recognition, some self-esteem, some motivation to come after me so that when I DO beat 'em it actually means something for the slightest amount of time that beating Anna Badstreet and Dante Anglais is going to mean something when you're me but hey at least it'll mean something for a small amount of time and that only makes yours truly look that much better y'know?"

[Both men stare at each for a long moment, Brandon scratching his head in confusion at what just happened. Only at that part though, not at the rest of the ridiculous song-and-dance number, no. Just that.
Yeah.]

Brandon: "What-"

[Before the Young Gun can question anymore, Adrian bursts back into song, the music coming back in like it never left.]

Adrian: "Into that ring, doin' the things only I can dooooooo! Wish I could be, -not really but for the sake of the song- part of that woooooooooorrrrrrrllllddddd- if that world is me punching your face until you're shouting 'ow please mister Tanner my face please stop punching me in the face."

[Heroic pose, go~ The music slowly, veeeeeeeeeery slowly, fades out.]

Brandon: "...Again, what?"

Adrian: "Listen just, let me have this one."

Brandon: "Sorry, but nah."

Adrian: "Would you rather go back to doing tape review for promotional number two, mister Manager Extraordinaire?"

Brandon: "DEAR GOD NO! There's only so much of Leela Badstreet Single Female Lawyer and Trying Too Hard 101 that a man can take in a day."

Adrian: "Exactly."

[Time passes. Both men are quiet. It's weird and kinda awkward.]

Adrian: "So."

Brandon: "So."

[More time passes. Adrian quirks a brow, glancing around the room before back at Brandon.]

Adrian: "Did I... just do a Little Mermaid parody?"

Brandon: "You sure did. My cameo was pretty great, I have to say. But your singing man, top notch."

Adrian: "What did I even accomplish? What was the point of that again?"

[Regret. The point is regret.]

Brandon: "Narrator guy, please. Well I mean, you talked shit about your opponents, showed a smidge of who you were personality-wise -only a smidge because you never wanna give away everything first night of course- and did it in a faaaaaaar more interesting and entertaining way than Anna Badstreet's rambling 'wharrrgarbl i'm scary and evil and dark and madface beware' and... whatever the fuck that episode of G4's Cheaters was that Dante put out. I'd say job well done."

Adrian: "...Huh. Good point. And my singing voice was pretty top notch."

[Even I don't hate it anymore!]

Brandon: "Haha! Brandon Young, Manager Extraordinaire strikes again!"

[Fist pumps galore for the Young Gun!]

Adrian: "Don't push it."

Brandon: "I'll push you!"

[...wait for it.]

Brandon: To be a better talent by being an awesome coach and cornerman yeah-uh!"

Adrian: "I hate you sometimes."

[The Arizona Assassin shakes his head, though he chuckles slightly under his breath.]

Brandon: "Yeah well too bad, you're stuck with me. You signed me into the manager's contract."

Adrian: "A decision I regret only slightly."

Brandon: "And Perry Wallace signing you to 4CW?"

Adrian: "A decision the entire roster's going to regret for as long as I'm here."

Brandon: "Damn right. He's here to kick ass and chew bubblegum! And he's all outta bubblegum!"

Adrian: "..........."

Brandon: "What?"

Adrian: "Alright, now I'm done."

More head shaking, more face palming, as our Hero walks past Brandon on his way out of the room, and the scene. But as he does he has a few, final words.]

Adrian: "4CW! You can be my friend, you can be my enemy, my lover, my tamagotchi, my pet werewolf- I don't care. I came here for one reason and one reason only. To win all your Championships. Everything else is just icing on the cake. The very large, very tasty cake for winners.

Like me.

Winning is kinda what I do."

[There's the smirk™. You will hate that smirk.]

Adrian: "The other two, though? They get to eat boot, eat losses and, perhaps most importantly-"

[He points his hand at the camera in a gun motion.]

Adrian: "Eat lead."

[With that, he cocks the 'gun' and 'fires,' and we

F A D E.]
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it wont let me copypasta the second promo for some reason so: http://4cwrestling.com/forum/index.php?topic=1886.0
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I like when I clicked one of your opponents promos and he was complaining about Off Camera being marked and I laughed and then didn't read any further on the promo
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That would be the quitter, which also made me laugh (even more than the title) because:

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7. Although role-plays are seen by your opponent, there is no censorship on what you write. All role-plays are steaming online via 4CW's website.


also none of his promo was off-camera so he's full of shit.
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MAH PRECIOUS OFF CAMERZ
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as you should be proud, maybe that can listed just under the break dancing feat in your bio there now, ha
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Finally, someone that quit faster than me.

*goes back to preparing SWAT resignation*
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The scene that unfolds in front of your television screens is one straight out of an old western movie. There's an old style saloon hustlin and bustlin with men gambling away their savings and drinking what's left of it into oblivion. The bartender stood at the back of the room behind the bar looks right out of a movie with his cowboy hat and suspenders. The piano man plays a jaunty tune that all the waitresses dance to as they hand out new pitchers of beer to the patrons.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!

The music changes, as it does, to something more dark and ominous, as the double doors to the saloon swing open and a real live cowboy steps through the door, scowl on his face as he power walks inside. He's carrying a pouch, seemingly full of coins, as he staunchly walks up to a round table near the back of the bar. Once he's reached his destination he takes the pouch and slams it down onto the table in front of one of the patrons seated at the table. The second man angrily glances up at the first, hand twisting the sides of his twirly moustache.

Second man: Welllllll, well well, if it ain't ol' Goodie Gumdrops the would-be sheriff right here in our backyard, boys! And what, pray tell, brings you here tonight ol' boy?

The second man, still seated at the table, sneers up at 'Goodie' with fake politeness.

"Goodie Gumdrops": ...Really? Goodie Gumdrops are you fuckin- I... I mean-

I'm here because you, uh, Johnny Badman, yeah! I'm here because this here town ain't big enough for the both of us and I think it's high time we do somethin' about it.


"Johnny Badman" almost breaks character trying not to laugh at the awful name given to him, but instead he just rolls his eyes, still twirling his twirly moustache.

Badman: Is that so eh? And what do ya think you're gonna do about that, eh?

"Goodie" points to the coin pouch again, before pulling up a chair and sitting himself at the table.

Gumdrops: We're gonna play a game of cards, you and me. Highest hand win, loser leaves town.

Badman: Pffffhah! And why should I agree to a sad deal like that, eh? I can get rid'a you easier just by killin' ya. What's in it for me?

"Goodie" just grins.

Gumdrops: That pouch is my buy in. But it ain't all I got. You win, I give you the rest. And buddy, I got a lot. Most of its meant to be yours, last I remembered.

"Johnny Badman" sneers even more. Still twirling his moustache. After a long, slow moment, he nods his head.

Badman: Lenny, get the good cards, see?

Lenny: Right boss!

Lenny hands a deck of cards to 'Johnny Badman,' who shuffles and cuts the deck, then passes cards out to everyone around the table.

Badman: Ante up, boys.

Everyone does so. Eventually, the round gets down to just "Goodie Gumdrops" and "Johnny Badman" as the last players left.

Gumdrops: Check.

Badman: Call.

"Johnny Badman's" sneer turns into a shit eating grin as he puts his cards down. Straight Flush. And the house 'Oooooooooh's.

Badman: Hah! Beat that, see!?

But "Goodie Gumdrops" is ready for this. He places his hand down, slowly, making as big a show of it as he can. And when he places four Aces down, one of each suit, the entire room gasps in shock.

Gumdrops: Four Aces. Read 'em and weep.

Badman: You cheated!

"Johnny Badman" shouts as he jumps to his feet, not caring that half the deck suddenly falls out of his pockets.

Gumdrops: You're not really one to talk about cheatin', pops.

"Johnny Badman" just sneers again. Still twirling his twirly moustache, he angrily points at his rival.

Badman: Get him, boys!

The 'boys' shove over the poker table and the entire place erupts in chaos. "Goodie Gumdrops" takes it in style, reaching for the twin pistols in his holsters. He fires right at the same time as the 'boys' do, but as they do the screen turns slow-motion and cuts to black. The last shot of the Four Aces laying on the floor under "Johnny Badman's feet.


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If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,
You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me,
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is

The Ace Of Spades


Fade in to your hero and mine, Adrian Tanner Junior. He is standing in front of a row of porta-potties, and judging by the lack of anyone else around, and the stars above in the night sky, it's probably pretty late at night.

Adrian: I was originally gonna do this in front of a weed field but- I felt this was a better fit.

He chuckles to himself, reaching into his pocket to pull out a playing card. One of the same Aces from the intro, this one the ace of spades.

Adrian: The Ace of Spades is traditionally, the highest card in a deck. Wikipedia also says it's the 'Death card' but we're gonna ignore that part for now and focus on the former.

The highest card in the deck would insinuate its the strongest card, or the one holding the most power or wealth, and you'd think that would go to Bronx but in this case I'm using it for Cashe.

Why?

Because Jason Cashe already knows what it's like to be 4CW Champion. Jason Cashe has done this more than any of us, even in this very match. So while Bronx is the 4CW Champion going into this match and certainly a top favorite to walk out of it still being so, Cashe, to me, is the biggest threat.


He takes the card between two fingers, rolling it back and forth between all his fingers.

Adrian: Well, maybe 'biggest threat' isn't the right words to use but he's the one with the most experience. The one who's been to the top of that 4CW hill more than any of us. He's the one who knows how to get there- and stay there.

Unlike say, his cousin.


He smirks at the camera, taking his eyes away from the playing card being threaded between his fingers for only a second.

Adrian: Cashe is the spade. The trump card. If anyone could realistically take that title from Bronx on any given day- despite what Dakota thinks- It's Cashe. Behind the poop explosions and CrAaAaAzZzZzZzZyYyYyYyYy mask shenanigans is a guy who might not be book smart, but he's... street smart? I guess? That's not really what I'm lookin' for but its all I can think of at the moment. He's smarter than your av-er-age bear, Booboo! Just not... in the actual smarts department. But see what Cashe IS, is tricky.

Anyone else shits their pants on live television and as soon as they're backstage they're running for the first attempt to throw themselves in front of traffic. But Cashe? Cashe embraced that shit. Cashe owned that shit! It was Just Another Day to Cashe. That's how he gets you.


He snaps the fingers on his non card-holding hand together.

Adrian: He makes you think he's this goofball who smoked a little too much weed and what the fuck is he even doing this week? And then when you're questioning just what the fuck you even signed up for, he's dropping you into unconsciousness with the UTI or the Mark of Jason!

He snaps them again.

Adrian: Just like that.

I stood across the ring from Jason Cashe and I looked into his eyes and I saw no fear. I looked in Bronx's eyes the same way a few months ago and I can't say the same thing. Cashe doesn't play the game the way we do, he doesn't dance to the same beat we do.

So you might say it makes it that much sweeter that I beat the trickster at his own game, in his own 'home turf.'


The smirk is a full shit-eating grin now.

Adrian: I outsmarted the tRoUbLeD oNe by using his own game against him. I didn't go in with any sort of real strategy. I just did what I needed to, and though it earned me some boos- I walked away with the W.

Just like I said I would, by the way.


A wink to the camera for those keeping track at home.

Adrian: At Ante Up, Jason Cashe is the biggest threat, or at least the one the three of us should be worried about the most because he doesn't play by anyone's rules, he barely plays by his own rules.

At Ante Up Jason Cashe is gonna go into this match relying on his experience and unorthodox style and mentality and he's gonna expect it to lead him to the promised land and yet another 4CW Championship.

At Ante Up Cashe is gonna go in to this match thinking we all expect him to do A when he's really gonna do B and fuck us all up, son! Because he's the sheezy for-reeezy!

At Ante Up I'm gonna skip past A or B and just jump directly to C. Just like this week, I'm gonna outfox the fox, out trick the trickster and knock his ass the fuck down as long or as many times as it takes to make sure that I, not he, walk out as the NEW 4CW Champion.


He stops spinning the card between his fingers. Walking to the side of one of the porta-potties he picks up a small red lighter. He opens one of the porta-potties up, backing up slightly because of the smell, and turns to the camera again. Lighter in one hand, card in the other.

Adrian: Ante Up is not going to be your night, Cashe. It will not be a return to the old guard. It will not be a new day for the Last Original. At Ante Up, just like this past week... I'm gonna make your chances of winning go out-

He takes the lighter, lights the end of the playing card, and tosses it into the porta-potty shutting the door super quick.

Adrian: -With a bang.

A loud 'POP' sound follows from inside the porta-potty and suddenly the entire row of porta-potties explode with LOUD popping sounds, shit leaking out of the doors and walls. The camera cutting out to the sight of the Arizona Assassin, holding his nose and grinning at the camera.

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We re-open again, this time in a scene right out of Alice in Wonderland. The Queen of Hearts' tea-cup party was at one time in full effect, but now looks run down, and, if we're being honest, a tad bit scary. Is that spilled tea on the little cushion on the table or something else. Do we want to know? Probably not.

It's a sight that would be fitting for a king who lost his 'heart.'

No matter how we feel about the surroundings, your hero and mine, Adrian Tanner Junior, isn't sweating it as he sits at one of the too-small seats, sipping tea from a too-small cup.

Adrian: Mmm, that's good tea.

He shakes his head, placing the cup down.

Adrian: Hear ye, Hear ye! Good folks of 4CWland! The King hath lost his heart! Wherever could it be, we so verily wonder!

As he says this, he places a hand against his forehead and gazes around the area for a long moment before sitting back in his chair.

Adrian: Methinks the King lost a lot more than just his 'heart' when that 'horrible peasant; Jair Hopkins beat him like the redheaded stepchild he secretly wishes he was.

He shakes his head.

Adrian: Fuck's sake Dakota, you're supposed to be The Butcher. You're supposed to be this horrible boogeyman that rapes and plunders all he sees just because he CAN!

And yet all I've seen from you are parlor tricks and using the follies of other men to push you along your own misguided campaign.


He takes another sip from the too-small tea cup.

Adrian: I hear all these stories, all these tales told on twitter and in the locker room. the horror stories of stepping into the ring, let alone a locker room, with THE BUTCHER! And I've imagined the ways in which I'd one day get to experience that. I've waited for the day I got the chance to stand toe to toe with the 4CW Boogeyman-

Another sip.

Adrian: -And laugh in his face.

Not that the old you wouldn't have scared the shit outta me like the old you scared the shit outta most people. No you absolutely would've. The old you.

But here's the thing. A friend once said to me: If Death ever comes your way and won't let you pass, make sure you scream right back in his face.

At Ante Up, I'm gonna scream in Death's face. Because the old you scared the shit outta me, Dakota. But the current you, is like a puppy learning to bark for the first time. It just ain't the same, nah'mean?


He pushes the too-small chair back and puts his feet up on the too-small table, almost smashing it underneath his weight. But it holds.

Adrian: When Jair Hopkins beat you he didn't just take your heart. He took your dignity.

When he set you on fire he took away what made you scary. He beat the boogeyman.

At Ante Up, I'm just gonna beat you.


He smirks, putting his hands up behind his head.

Adrian: But that's gonna be enough.

For now.


He picks up the too-small tea cup again, taking another fake sip from it before throwing it high into the air. It lands on the ground next to him with a sick 'crack'ing sound, breaking evenly right down the middle of the cup, right on the Heart, now split in two, as we fade.


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We open up again to the inside of what looks like a coal mine. Adrian is pushing a minecart full of coal out of a tunnel, his clothes and face covered with soot. He sets the cart down then wipes his face, wiping the excess sweat and soot off of it before turning to the camera.

Adrian: I chose diamonds for Bronx not just because he's a Wallace Kid and a Daddy's boy-

He grins.

Adrian: -But because out of the four of us it fit him more than me... at least for the time being.

See diamonds aren't just a 'girls best friend,' diamonds are pieces of rock and coal like this-


He holds up a piece of coal from the minecart.

Adrian: -that are forged in fire and lava before you get what you see in the movies and TV ads. They have to go through high temperatures and even higher pressures before they become the shiny sparkly jewel rich people everywhere love to use to flaunt their fake wealth to everyone who'll listen.

And that's kinda like Bronx.


He tosses the piece of coal back in the cart.

Adrian: When Bronx came back and, well, fell flat on his face in his first actual, real outing -hellllooooo Gen Now Six Man- the entire world should've been asking themselves 'does he really have it? is he really as good as he says he is.'

Instead, the entire world went 'lol nvm he's got this' but that's besides the point.


He rolls his eyes.

Adrian: The point is, much like a diamond, Bronx had a LOT of pressure on himself when it came to the South Beach Brawl Cup, Second Chance Edition. I didn't believe he could do it. I honestly did not think he would pull it off. I'd heard all the naysayers- 'oh he's just saving himself for the cup, this isn't him REALLY trying. You'll see!' And I admit, I saw!

I saw firsthand.


He sighs, wiping more soot off his face.

Adrian: I saw first-hand what Bronx WAS capable of.

When he tries.


He 'hmph's to himself.

Adrian: BUT- I also saw what Bronx is capable of, first hand!, when he's... let's say... not about it.

Images of Bronx and Lauryn flaming out in spectacular fashion fly by the screen.

Adrian: The question is, that I pose to you fine gentlemen here today is- which Bronx are we gonna see at Ante Up? Are we gonna see the diamond forged in fire and flame that can take anyone on their best day...

Or are we gonna see the lump of coal that knows when he's beat and just accepts it and gives the half-assiests of tries?

I've seen both. I'd like to see the former instead of the latter but man you can't ever tell with ol' Bronxy V!


Half-assed thumbs up.

Adrian: Although I suppose, in the end it doesn't matter which side we see of Bronx. I let you get under my skin once, I let you make me underestimate you once.

I don't make that mistake twice.

South Beach was your redemption. Your time to finally prove you are who and what you say you are.

I've been proving *I* am who and what I say am I from the very fucking start!

But at Ante Up, I'm going to prove that what I said the last time is true this time.

That when it comes down to you versus me, on even playing field? Me not taking you for granted? Me knowing your tricks? Knowing your plays?

It's ALWAYS me.


He picks up another piece of coal, rolling it around in his fingers.

Adrian: I guess we'll see...


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Back at the saloon from the intro, where we find Adrian, sitting in a chair next to the turned over table from the intro surveying the carnage that took place off screen. He reaches down towards the four aces on the ground, picking up the ace of clubs.

Adrian: The 'intellectual' merits for the ace of clubs are someone who's smart and creative. Someone who's brilliant, who's a lover AND a fighter- And I am all of those things but no, I chose clubs for me because when little kids look at a deck of cards they always gravitate towards what they think is a clover until you tell 'em otherwise.

Clovers are generally a sign of luck and let's face it, that's everyone and their mother's gonna focus on with this match and me. I was the 'lucky one,' me beating Steve and Amber Ryan and That Other Guy was a fluke, I don't belong here and blah blah fucking blah!


He hops up out of his seat, throwing his hands up in anger.

Adrian: That's what all ya'll are gonna jump on. I don't belong here, I'm the one guy in the match who's never held the 4CW Championship, I lost to Bronx in the first round of the SBB cup!

Get fuckin' over it.


He stares directly into the camera.

Adrian: 'Cause I'm fucking here, and I'm here to fucking stay. I don't look at luck as a bad thing. Luck has followed me all throughout my career, sometimes hindering me, sometimes helping me. I wouldn't be half of who I am without luck.

But neither would any of you fucks.


He shrugs as if to say 'its true.'

Adrian: And I'm gonna take that luck, and I am going to shove it down each and every single one of your fuckin' throats until I, and ONLY I, stand atop that mount the NEEEEEEEW 4CW Heavyweight. Champion.

He punctuates every word with a nod of his head,

Adrian: And when I do, it's not gonna be luck that leads to me standing over three broken, bloody bodies.

He makes a gun with one hand, getting way too close to the camera with it.

Adrian: It's gonna be because you, and the rest of this goddamn company, will finally understand that I.

Am that.

fucking.

Good!


Bang.

Adrian: And don't you fuckin' forget it.

Fade to GOLD.

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SPACE COWBOY...

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Vegas. The City of Lights. Sin City. The entertainment capital of the world.
And the place in which your Hero and mine, the "Arizona Assassin" Adrian Tanner Junior, finds himself just days away from becoming the NEW 4CW Heavyweight Champion.

Yes, becoming. No 'hopefully,' no 'potentially.' He WILL BE the NEW 4CW Heavyweight Champion.

Go big or go home.

The Arizona Assassin has spent the better part of the last three weeks preparing for the biggest match of his 4CW Career with little else beyond training on his mind. So when he and his NEXTWAVW compatriots finally arrived in Vegas days before the show- NEXTWAVE manager extraordinaire Brandon Young mentioned they should see some of the sights, maybe take in a show, take a bit of a break before the big show. An idea Adrian eventually agreed with.

An idea he was now starting to regret.

Adrian: I got a bad feeling about this.

Cecil: You too, huh? Yeah I generally cringe at any idea Brandon has that leaves him out of our sight for any prolonged period of time. But, we're here so we might as well see what happens.

Adrian: Unfortunately...

Adrian and Cecil soon found themselves sitting in a casino ballroom awaiting a stage performance of what Brandon claimed was the Blue Man Group- Unfortunately Brandon himself had yet to show up. That always triggered warning bells in both of his other friends and teammates. But they persisted, enjoying the free drinks and appetizers while they waited for whatever scheme Brandon was about to hit them with.

Announcer: Alright ladies and gentlemen, its time for the feature presentation!

The house lights dim as the stage lights turn a blue-ish color. Generic techno music starts to play as the lights strobe at the stage, and three very blue-painted figures take the stage.

Announcer: Leeeeeeeeeeet's give it up- for the BLUE! BRAN! GROUP!

Our heroes share a knowing look, glancing back and forth between the three blue painted Brandon lookalikes and each other.

Adrian: Noooooope.

Adrian sets his drink on the table and quickly hops to his feet. Cecil is not far behind him.

Cecil: Yeah that's goooonnnna be a big fuck no, Jolly Roger. It's not even Brandon doing the dancing, it's- it's... Brandon clones.

Adrian: THAT's the part that weirds you out?

Cecil: ...Not the only part, no.

Adrian glares at his tag team partner for a long moment before shaking his head. The two quietly sneak out of the ballroom to the casino floor outside.

Adrian: Fuckin' Vegas, man.

Cecil: They really will let anything happen here, won't they?

The Arizona Assassin crosses his arms together, using one hand to palm his face.

Adrian: Sure seems like it...

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The time is now, our time has come
We show them how, what can't be done
No matter what they say or they don't say
We make a way out of no way
Against the gun, beneath the veil
Yes we can, too big to fail
We are the ones we're waiting for
We save ourselves; praise the lord


The Stratosphere Observation Deck. The tallest tower in Vegas. The highest point one can reach in the entire US of A without a plane.

The top of the mountain, if you we-hill.

So its only fitting to find your hero and mine, Adrian Tanner Junior, here atop the highest point in Vegas, getting ready for what could lead to the highest point in his 4CW career. Staring out at the sky as the sun sets around him, it's a beautiful sight.

How much more beautiful would it be if he were standing here with the 4CW Title?

Adrian: Soon.

As if reading our thoughts, he replies with one simple word. It's a reply that manages to scare a few of the other tower-goers away from the Amazing one. But that's to be expected. The weird looks and the nervous glances are par for the course, especially from Overcompensating Dad and Nosey Nelly Mom who don't have anything better to do than gawk anxiously at a man just enjoying the oncoming sunset. Maybe they should be doing something else, like watching after their snot-nosed brat of a child who's currently harassing some poor sap to death on the other side of the deck. But that would mean they'd have to actually act like parents for once and heaven forbid that's a thing.

But we digress.

Adrian continues to stare out at the sunset as he speaks again.

Adrian: Here we are. Here we go. Just days away from the Fatal Four way Iron man match for the 4CW Heavyweight Championship. Tensions are rising, words are thrown out, false claims are made more and more-

He turns in place, leaning back-first against the railing now, showing off the front of his "R E V O L V E R" t-shirt, a wide grin on his face.

Adrian: And I for one, couldn't be more excited!

It's Vegas, babe-ay! And even though the cards are stacked against me and the odds are never in my favor I'm going all in even as the four of us go all out. I'm going to do what I do every night in 4CW, Pinky.


He smirks, and the camera zooms out slightly, showing someone standing next to him.

Rob Paulsen, Pinky from Pinky and the Brain: Narf! What's that brain!?

The camera zooms back in on Adrian, closer than before, so close you only see his face and the hands he's rubbing together in front of the camera in an anime villain fashion.

Adrian: Try to take over the WORLD-

Loooooooong pause. Eyes glance around anxiously as the camera stays zoomed in. It's kinda awkward.

Adrian: ...Heavyweight Championship.

He chuckles, shaking his head as the camera backs away to a normal viewing position. In the time it takes to do that Adrian glances off to the side to see the parents from before staring at him again.

Adrian: The fuck you lookin' at?

Adrian leans forward and stares at them like they've been staring at him until they finally turn away. Then he sets himself against the edge of the deck again.

Adrian: Dakota over talkin' about failure, I would think Dakota would know more than enough about that by now honestly. He's never lost a title opportunity when he's coming in as contender- How'd that work for you and Jair, again? Is that what you told the EMTs when they were prying you outta that burning coffin he left the last ounces of your real career in? Gotta save face, amiright?

He shrugs.

Adrian: I gotta say though, living in the toilet suits you, D. It's creepy and gross and everything I heard The Butcher was. I'm impressed.

Grossed out, but impressed. And a little scared, not gonna lie.

But here's the thing.


He holds up a finger in a 'ah, hold on a minute' gesture.

Adrian: Evil and I- we are a hell of a team, and thank you for that. And we will continue to be into Bad Company and beyond because we are just that awesome. Even when we actually hate each other.

But we've tagged six times in this company. We're four and one and we're the tag team champions.

But maybe, just maybe, for once- one of you unoriginal fucks, could look past THAT and see that that's five, six if you count the draw, matches in... a year of competing in this company. A YEAR where I have busted my ass time and time again, taken everything anyone and their mothers could throw at me and *I*, yes, I have walked out the victor.

On my own.

Because that's how I do.


One hand comes away from behind his back to rest against his chin as he glares into the camera. He glances over at the nosey couple who are staring at him again, and they quickly turn away.

Adrian: You're right in this is my first real shot at the 4cw Championship. But I'm not here at the top of the mountain because I lucked into it. I'm not here because I won one match over three other people.

I'm here because I EARNED it. I've been earning since I signed that contract and stepped foot into my first 4CW ring.

Hell, I've done more in a year in 4CW than YOU'VE done, 'champ.'


He rolls his eyes.

Adrian: What did the last year consist of for YOU, D? Let's see- yeah you beat Steve silly and took her title, only to promptly lose it right back to her. Hmm, seems like that's a common thing with you almost...

Hmm, indeed.

Adrian: What else- Oh yeah, feuded with Jair over 'your' title and what happened there, hmmmmmmmmm?

Images of a coffin going up in flames flash on the screen.

Adrian: Shit son, I had a better outing against Jair than you did!

You're right Dakota, this will be the first time we've met in a ring. And even if you are a shell of yourself I'm still looking forward to it.

But at the end of the day while you'd love it if you could walk out and leave the three of us with only an "I barely survived the Butcher' shirt, instead it'll be you crying in another toilet into an "I watched Adrian Tanner Junior climb the mountain and achieve glory as the NEW 4CW Champion" t-shirt.


Now available on NEXTWAVE.com!

Adrian: Anyone know where I put my mask that I stole from some other dude at? I need it so I can do my lame Jekyll and Hyde rip off schtick and-

Sorry I can't even finish that with a straight face.


His hand rubs his forehead as it shakes in sadness.

Adrian: No wonder you and queef work so well together Jace, you're both fucking hacks.

Stares into the camera like he's on the office.

Adrian: I don't know how someone who's been, and is, a multiple time champion doesn't understand how wrestling works but hey we all have our ways of doing things.

It doesn't matter that I beat you with a roll up, Cashe. It matters that I beat you. If you're too stupid to understand that, that ain't my fault. If you were too enamored with givin' the crowd a show and you got got, that ain't my fault.

I went out to win a match and win a match I did. I don't give a shit that it was a roll up, I don't care that you 'didn't care enough' about me to actually try in it. All I care about is the record books.

Cause in the record books it says me: one, you: zero.

And that's how it's gonna stay.


He rubs his hands together, cracking his knuckles loudly for the camera.

Adrian: You know why I've embraced the role of underdog in this match, Cashe? Because it's hilarious and also fitting. You all have these great reasons for why you should be the one to win- but those reasons also serve to be your undoing.

Dakota has his 'heart.' He NEEDS this to feel validated about his return. You've got your legacy. Three time 4CW Champion. The Last Original. Guaranteed 4CW Hall of famer. But you ain't done so well in these before, have you? Bronx has the toughest job of all. Bronx has to make people believe he's not- as you called him- a placeholder. Has to cement his own legacy in this or everything he came back for is for naught.

But me?

I lose here, it ain't no sweat, I'll get another shot. I'll earn my way back here, because that's what I do.

Can any of you really say the same? If Dakota loses here does anyone look at the Butcher the same way again? Does anyone take Jason Cashe seriously if he goes 4-0 in Ante up main events? What does it say about Bronx if he ends up losing the first actual title match he's booked in after working SO HARD to get there?


Cants his head to the side. They're legit questions.

Adrian: I take every single match I wrestle deadly serious whether its against a nobody like half of the start of my 4CW career, or its against Jason fucking Cashe! How you gonna tell Queef you're in here against three of the best this company has to offer and then shoo me away like I'm garbage? Yknow what I call that?

Hypocrite. You're a hypocrite. But again that's nothing new around here, most of the goddamn roster are hypocrites.

Oh and- I beat Williams my first actual try, by the way. Just sayin' if we're comparing who's better than Bry Bry and all.


A smirk.

Adrian: Have I said all that I have to say? Bitch have you watched an Adrian Tanner promo before?

He chuckles at his own joke.

Adrian: I'm comin' confident because I have no reason not to be, Jace. Shit I welcome the chance to face Jason Cashe in a REAL match, I'm pretty sure I said that last show. Again it ain't my fault you slept on me and got caught. Maybe this time you'll actually try.

But it's okay, Cashe. Don't take me seriously. Pretend I'm nothing special. Pretend my victory over you was because you weren't trying and not because you're a fucking idiot. That's a-okay with me.

It's just gonna make me standing over you, Bronx, and Dakota's broken bodies with MY hand held high as the NEW 4CW Champion all the much more sweeter.

I am not some rookie you or Dakota can intimidate with your antics and talks of legacy, Cashe. I have been around the block, I've won more championships in a day than you've won your entire fuckin' career. I am the motherfucking goddamn Arizona Assassin and I will put you on your ass with my Revolver and you will stay there and like it!


He probably would, too.

Adrian: Tch, ol' Bronxy V wants to talk about bein' a fraud. Might wanna take a look in the mirror there, buddy. You are the biggest fraud in this match. 'You're not a perfect Champion,' ain't that the fuckin' truth?

See you put on this air of being a 'nice guy' but I see the truth in you, Bronx. I see the real Bronxy V, and I don't like what I see.

I see a guy who spent an entire promo period calling his 'best friend' literal trash and then he and said 'best friend' pretended to hug it out in the ring afterwards. How many times did you tell your other 'best friend' she looked like shit before she told you to fuck off?

Some nice guy you are!


Deep sigh.

Adrian: Claim I'm the 'first to tuck tail and run when the going gets tough' but man that's YOU! How many places have you bailed from when you got too much heat, got too much pressure on you?

A LOT if what I've heard is correct.

Shit you even did it HERE.

And yeah sure, you earned your way to the Cup victory and that title but lets be honest here bro- you fought a dude who had already out wrestled himself by the time you got to him. Again not saying you didn't earn that title but, when Eli wasn't twitter fighting with his wife he was praising you to the high heavens. He all but handed you the title, in name at least. Dude couldn't NOT rant about how great you were throughout the cup. He walked himself into a lose-lose situation where you basically HAD to win.

Eli Carlson, the guy who made it his mission to destroy Jair Hopkins and cement his name in 4CW History as the BEST, and he all but gave you that belt.

And Eli Carlson wasn't seen or heard from again.

That's you in a nutshell. You make people mad, you make people outsmart themselves- and then you pick up the scraps like the little yappy dog you are.


He shakes his head, brushing a hand through his hair.

Adrian: You're not this bastion of wrestling awesome people think you are. You're not this rottweiler steam rolling through everything in your path. You're a Chihuahua nipping at people's feet until they give in and give you what you want.

And if you don't get what you want, you go somewhere that will.

But yeah sure bruh, I'm the one who tucks tail and runs.


The longest, hardest eye roll in history.

Adrian: You got me good once, and I'm not denying that. But when push comes to shove comes to fist in mouth, my fist will always be better than yours. My bite will always beat your bark.

Like I said before, I lose here, it ain't nothing. I've proved I can get here- I'll just do it again, because I know I'm that good and I know I CAN.

But what happens if- nay when- YOU lose here, Bronx? Whether it be to me, or to Dakota, or even Cashe. What happens then, Bronx? Will you stay and fight your way back up the ranks, or will you run off for greener pastures- find somewhere that doesn't know your shtick, someone who hasn't already seen the best and worst you have to offer?

I honestly don't know which I'd like to see.

But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you say. it doesn't matter how you try to rile me up. It doesn't matter if you think I'm only a 'jester' or you or cashe or dakota take me seriously.

What matters is what I do.


He leans forward, and the camera zoom in with him.

Adrian: And what I do, is be very, very, fucking good at professional wrestling.

He leans back, and the camera zooms back to normal with him.

Adrian: 'Leave the finger guns to the professional' Pftah. Son I was doing the finger guns before you even knew what wrestling was. And before that, someone else was doin' 'em.

You stole MY shtick.. 'Champ.'


Shakes his head again. Stares daggers at the nosey couple while he's doing it.

Adrian: And even with all that said, at Ante Up, even with the House betting against me- I'm still gonna walk out the victor.

Because the Heart that Dakota claims to want to reclaim? Is not stronger than mine. The blood that pumps through my veins and runs through my own BLEEDS Professional Wrestling.

Because the legacy Cashe is fighting to regain is the legacy I've been fighting for since day motherfucking one!

Because Bronx is a placeholder champion who doesn't have what it takes to stand atop that mountain and take on all comers.

But I know I DO! Because I've been there. I've done that. And I'm gonna do it again.


He points his hand at the camera like a gun.

Adrian: Because this is MY Kingdom. This is MY story. And you're all just bit players in my rise to the throne.

But don't feel bad guys, at the end of the day Dakota and Cashe will still have their legacies. Bronx will still have... his SBB redemption I guess.

And I? I will have the 4cw Championship. And all will be right with the world.

Champions, Legacies, Butchers, they said they didn't care


Images of Bronx, Cashe and Dakota flash by the screen as he gets closer to the camera, finger gun still out.

Adrian: I'm the circle in the square.

Bang.
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