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Graveyard by Moonlight Match: This was about as insane as was expected. Carnage from start to finish. Some pretty unique spots to was fun to read. Good stuff as usual from Paige :-)
Shadowy Man Segment: Was what it was. A decent little intro for the Reamer character side of Supreme, but was a little confusing without any context whatsoever.
White vs Wolfbaine - Universal Title: Well, I retain one belt at least! :-P Enjoyable and quick match. And the quickness of it actually helped with the believably of the end of the show as it means that both men were relatively fresh for the 13 Ghost Gauntlet.
Glock vs McGroin - Gallows Pole: Enjoyable match. This stipulation is insane but it was actually done in a believable way, so well done there Rhys. All in all, a decent finish to this feud. Will be good to see these guys working with others now ;-)
13 Ghost Gauntlet: Well, this was interesting... Now, to begin with, the S&M stuff was wonderfully insane! It really is a miricle that the cameraman was able to keep up and the NYPD didn't shoot em both!! Great way to break up what could be considered quite the slog to read. Good work here RD!
The rest of the match went very well. The only thing I would've liked to see was the damage Paige suffered during the start of the show, but I understand that it was one of the last parts sent in, so it's understandable that that detail was left out. Other than that, solid throughout. Some good fun match ups here. Reamer certainly had a very good showing. And I love the fact that you used the Crossrail in there!
Match of the Night: I gotta go with the Eddie Wolfbain vs Brian White part of the 13 Ghosts Gauntlet match. That was fantastically well done!
Moment of the Night: The whole Paige hanging from the rafters with Sharff trying to take her down with the ladder was probably the most insane thing I've read since Sery fell from the third cage! And to have a Don't try this at Home sticker after was just hilarious!
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2018. Triple Crown Champion 2020. 2 times Universal, 2 times Tag team and 1 Time World Heavyweight Champion.
Wrestler of the Year 2017, Champion of the Year 2017, Most Improved 2017
Graveyard by Moonlight Match: Best part was the ending. Probably the best way to end the match and both looked strong.
Shadowy Man Segment: Was okay. Made more sense later on though.
White vs Wolfbaine - Universal Title: This was enjoyable. I hope the feud continues, even if it is over a different belt. Probably my match of the night.
Glock vs McGroin - Gallows Pole: Love reading matches with McGroin in it. Was fun and it's a shame the feud is ending. Was good and I think it's been a great introcution for McGroin to 4CW. I know myself and SurrealOne agreed that Glock would win the feud overall, but I like that McGroin has looked strong throughout. At least I think he has anyway.
13 Ghost Gauntlet: 13 Ghost Gauntlet? Try 14 Ghost Gauntlet. I was expecting Skywolf to get Reamer thrown out of the ring, get a few of the guys out the back to come and forcibly remove him. Another enoyable match though and the S & M stuff was a great way to break the match up a bit.
Match of the Night: White vs Wolfbaine - Universal Title
Moment of the Night: This part here:
Camera Man and McGroin pull the rope and make some progress for a second before the rope gets stuck. They try as they might but they are simply unable to pull the rope enough to hang Glock! McGroin eventually loses his temper, giving up the attempt and complaning to Camera Man that he is not doing enough to help. McGroin rolls back into the ring, and pulls down Glock, deciding instead to inflict more damage.
McGroin almost winning, and then perfectly showing how McGroin would react in berating Camera Man and then deciding to keep attacking Glock instead of continuing to try and win. It's great that Rhys seems to get McGroin (that sounds wrong. Don't read that out aloud).
Scharff/Paige
-I like the prematch theatrics
-In a 100% controlled/fake environment, one of the commentators has hiccups? God bless 4CW
-Totally brutal match
-And how can you not mark out for a spot with human remains?
-Can a no contest be a MOTN? Because, wow, that was really, really good.
.White/Wolfbaine
-Kinda feels like a real fight, short but intense
-Well, shit. Won't be a double champ tonight. One down, one to go.
-I feel like this won't be the end between the two of us.
War Announcement
-War?! Please, please, please, please can we have a War match?
Gallows Pole Match
-I love the throwbacks/references to previous matches
-Short, but sweet. And somebody got hanged. Nice.
13 Ghosts Gauntlet
-Clearly Senecca sucked Skywolf off to get Meyer in the ring.
-Supreme giving a kid his cup could be the spot of the night.
-I love S&M going all Godzilla vs King Kong
-Uh oh. Supreme broke. It'll be interesting to see where this goes with Wolfie, though.
-Surpised to see Viper go down that quick. Supreamer's on a roll.
-High five to Supreamer. I've always wondered why people didn't take bribes and then just do what they wanted anyway.
-Nice to see White take out Supreamer. Tired or not, that's still a huge victory.
-The whole Senecca/Meyer brawl reminds me way too much of the Peter/Chicken fights from Family Guy. Love it.
-Would've loved to see Paige go farther, but I guess her earlier match took too much out of her.
-Oh boy, #13. Here we go again! I'm really digging this kinda-series between Wolfbaine and White.
-Wow, hell of a finale. I like how it took all of my tricks to bring down a monster like White.
-I'll gloat here: WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
MOTN- The Gauntlet was amazing and will rightfully get plenty of praise, so I'll give some love to the Graveyard by Moonlight. 4CW and E-fedding and wrestling aside, that was simply a well written piece. In other words... Paige wrote it lol
Moment of the Night- Clearly, I'm biased.
The asshole formerly known as Jaco
Founding member of The Cult of [chux]
Graveyard by Moonlight Match
Wrote it. Worked long and hard on it. I'm happy with the finished product and that it went over well with folks. 🙂
Shadowy Man Segment
Served its purpose. A bit Bray Wyatt-esque, which I mean in a good way.
White vs Wolfbaine - Universal Title
I quite enjoyed this. Wrestling matches are like metal songs. Entrances are parallel to intros. The commentary serves as effects. Good match flow = aggressive, cutting rhythm guitar. Consistent, hard-hitting action = punchy bassline. A solid match also needs to hit its beats in the right places. Big spots and sigmature moves are the hooky lead guitar riffs and powerful choruses. Lastly, the finish and post-match commentary make up the outro. I've read this match twice, liking it/taking away more the second time. Just like music. So, to clue up the metaphor... overall, this match was a fun, galloping Maiden song! \m/
Glock vs McGroin - Gallows Pole
A raw, visceral match. (As usual with these two.) Just a violent brawl between competitors who grew to hate each other in short order. Jeffrey's incessant "cow-submitter" material was fun, too. Nasty conclusion to an intense feud.
13 Ghost Gauntlet
Well... this was a hectic hellride, huh?! The aggression; the rapid-fire eliminations; the (someone else said this) Godzilla/King Kong battle through the streets of New York; "Supreamer" as he's been dubbed... yeesh! It's tough to unpack it all! Someone noted that they would've liked to see Paige go further in gauntlet and guessed that she was too beat up to do so: yep! Haha. It's a wonder the poor girl is still alive after the GBM match! But she just wouldn't stop... not until her ankle gave way on the top rope, anyway! Scharff did it in pretty bad. Anyway: yeah, this was a fun match, and new to me, which is always cool. That final one-on-one was fantastic, too. I'd be totally into seeing further White/Wolfbaine interactions in the future... but Paige still has unfinished business with Freight Train. Watch out, fella! 😉
Match of the Night
Hmm. I was gonna pick the gauntlet, but I'll go against the grain and restate my value of a straight-forward, hard-hitting bout... I say White/Wolfbaine (singles match for the Universal title). Wanna give some love to Glock/McGroin, too.
Moment of the Night
Probably the spear out of fucking nowhere in Wolfbaine vs. White.
This was an awesome PPV! Well done, everyone! 🙂
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~☆~☆~4CW Grand Slam Champ~☆~☆~
4CW PRESENTS... GALLOWS END 2017
LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
ATTENDANCE: 18,031
After a video package highlighting the past few months, including Brian White winning the 4CW World and Universal Championships, Pilgrim Paige's Custom Cup Championship win, and the various hurdles of the likes of Wolfbaine and Scharff to get their respective title matches. We are shown the brutal feud between Glock Nine and Phil McGroin, as well as the carnage involving Brian White and The Coven. The main focus of the package is the view of the 13 Ghosts and why they think they will win the Gauntlet. We then cut to the arena, as "Declaration" by Killswitch Engage, the PPV theme, hits the PA and we cut to the panning of the live crowd while our commentators introduce themselves.
Phoenix: Welcme, ladies and gentlemen, to 4CW GALLOWS END! Tonight, for the first time in FIVE YEARS, we will be witnessing the 13 Ghost Gauntlet - with the biggest prize in Pro Wrestling up for grabs, the 4CW World Championship! I am Scott Phoenix and I am joined by my broadcast partners, Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts! Fellas, how would you describe the action we have set for tonight?
Jeffrey: It's going to be absolutely insane! We have 13 Ghost Gauntlet! We have Pilgrim Paige defending her 4CW Custom Cup Title in the Graveyard by Moonlight match against Jacob Scharff!
Roberts: We also have Brian White defending the 4CW Universal Championship against Eddie Wolfbaine!
Phoenix: And if that's not enough, we also have the traditional Gallows Pole match! Glock Nine and Phil McGroin will settle their blood feud once and for all - it ends tonight with a hanging!
The opening guitar line of Crush 40's "His World" hits the speakers to a loud pop. Jacob Scharff appears on stage wearing his familiar yellow hoodie, adorned with his signature blue lightning bolt. Scharff jogs to the edge of the ramp, then rolls his shoulders a few times, loosening up for the match ahead. Then he halts all movement. Just as the song breaks into a grandiose rock groove, he swings his arms in broad, wild chopping motions. With each slash of the air, the darkness is broken by swift flashes of crackling lightning overhead. He throws his arms in the air as a massive *BOOM* of blue pyro goes off on stage! Scharff begins his stride down the ramp, eyes focused on the ring ahead.
Carson: The following contest is a Graveyard by Moonlight match. It is scheduled for one fall and is for the Custom Cup Championshiiip! Introducing first, the challenger... from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 260lbs... Jacob... "THE THUUUNDERBOOOLT"... SCHARRF!"
Roberts: A dazzling display from the challenger!
Phoenix: Indeed, and I'm sure he'll be looking to bring that same electricity to this match-up!
Jeffrey: Break it down for me, Scotty Too Hotty.
Phoenix: Don't call me that. *ahem* Jacob "The Thunderbolt" Scharff is an accomplished ring vet with impressive an impressive title record. Tonight, he seeks to claim Custom Cup gold for the first time ever. To do this, he has to go through Pilgrim Paige—a merciless young athlete who has shown with no uncertainty that she will stop at nothing to work her way up the ladder.
Roberts: And it's literally gonna be a ladder that determines the winner of this unique match. Expect the unexpected, and be prepared for all manner of madness!
Jeffrey: Only one can walk out with championship gold. The other, well... that's what the casket is for! Mwuahaha—*cough*—haaa!!!
Scharff's focus shifts as he reaches ringside. He finds himself standing in a thin layer of fog and staring at the large black casket alongside the ring apron. Scharff looks away, shrugs and takes himself on a stroll around ringside. Starting from the left, he moseys on past the ring steps to size up the 15-foot steel ladder. Moving on, Sharff suddenly trips and staggers, but catches himself. Confused, he peers down into the fog and finds the culprit: a small headbstone, barely visible in the fog. He notices an engraving on its face, then picks it up for further examination. The engraving reads, "Here lies Jacob Scharff". Scharff shoves it under the ring and continues on his trek. As he circles ringside, he passes by a few large, unmarked tombstones propped up along the barricade. On the opposite side from where he tripped, Scharff stops beside the wooden ritual table revealed by Paige two months ago. Sure enough, the human femur is amidst the various items. Scharff, looking a bit uneasy, turns away and slides into the ring. Briefly, he stares up at the spotlight for the match, which proves to be of a much simpler design than imagined. It is indeed a spotlight, if a bit crude: a conical metal shade enshrouding a high-intensity bulb. It's also only "fully maneuverable" due to the fact it's otherwise a typical hanging lamp, complete with chain and cordage. It also has a simple pull chain rigged up to it for the manual on/off toggle needed for the match.
The arena lights dim slightly, tinted blue. A waterfall of blue and green sparks rains down over the stage entrance. Behind the curtain of sparks, Tsukiko Mizuno's silhouette can be made out. She steps forward in silence, serenely passing through the pyrotechnical waterfall, never flinching once. She wears semi-formal black attire, with a modest dress and her hair in a bun; she looks dressed for a funeral.
Tsukiko: Helllooo, Madison Square Garden! Welcome to the Graveyard! Tonight, you will delight in the talents of the most spellbinding, dynamic and—dare I say—gorgeous champion in 4CW's storied history. *ahem* You know the drill, Michael.
Ring announcer Michael Carson, looking a little deflated, exits the ring. Tsukiko continues...
Tsukiko: And his opponent, weighing in at 134lbs... the reigning 4CW Custom Cup Champiooon... "The Golden Pilgrim"... PAAAIGE!
Tsukiko makes her exit, and the lights go out altogether. The start of Agalloch's "The Astral Dialogue" sends a deafening chorus of boos through the MSG arena. A few long moments pass—no Paige. The track abruptly cuts out, and the arena falls into silence.
Roberts: Hey, what gives?
All along the stage, six vertical streams of colored fog—each a different color—billow up from the floor, all the way up to the titantron. All together, they make up a huge rainbow. The soft intro of "Bloodflower" by Draconian sounds out from the PAs. The verse kicks in just as dim-yet-colorful lighting lights the stage. A massive rainbow pentacle begins its slow descent from the rafters; the outer circle gives a rainbow glow. The Lunar Pilgrim sits upon the pentagram itself, wearing a violet-trimmed black cloak with the hood up over her head.
Jeffrey: Here we go again!
Phoenix: For the uninitiated, Pilgrim Paige had a very stylish entrance at Revival earlier this year.
Roberts: The effects, the oversized props... new theme song every time. A little over-the-top, in my opinion!
Jeffrey: Over-the-top?! I'm literally sitting here looking at a giant rainbow pentagram come down from the rafters like we're at a gay wiccan theatre camp. This is extravagance squared, my friend. I guess this is where the budget for the fancy light went. Goodbye, too-good-to-be-true spotlight. Hellooo, pomp and circumstance!
The pentacle settles into a fixed position a few feet above the stage. Paige stands and lowers her hood, revealing her familiar purple locks. She removes the robe and lets it flutter to the floor below, then raises the Custom Cup championship belt high above her head. Paige WOOOs with great intensity. As she leaps down from her perch, purple pyro goes off all around the pentacle. Paige looks upon Jacob Scharff, who has been calmly watching on the whole while. Paige strides down through the fog and takes the steps up to the ring, never taking her eyes off the challenger. Pilgrim Paige hands the belt off to the ref, who displays it for all the audience to see.
Phoenix: That's what it's all about right there, folks!
The ring lighting returns to normal, but ringside and the other arena lights remain dimmed. Two refs stand by outside. One calls for the bell and the match is under way!
Paige immediately gets right up in Scharff's face, talking trash. The challenger stands his ground and forming a mouth shape with his hand, doing a "blah-blah-blah" gesture. The Lunar Pilgrim chuckles at this, then—WHAP!—slaps the Thunderbolt with all she's got. A gut kick follow-up is caught, however, and Scharff uses Paige's captured leg to spin her all the way around and hit a gut kick of his own. Scharff quickly follows this by short-arming Paige—right into a hard slap of his own, staggering the defending champ!
Roberts: Paige's disrespect worked against her on that exchange!
Scharff closes the gap and follows up with a knife edge chop. Paige sends one right back, only to be met with a knee to the ribs. A quick irish whip later, and Paige flies into the ropes. Scharff brings her down on the rebound with a high hip toss, then drives the point of his elbow straight into Paige's sternum.
Roberts: I really enjoy Jacob Scharff's ringwork. He's an oldschool kinda guy, with great technique and ring awareness.
Phoenix: I'll echo that sentiment, and also add that he's a multiple-time hardcore champion. This match is designed to degenerate into chaos—which, arguably, is Paige's domain these days. I hope for Jacob's sake he's still got some venom left in him.
Paige avoids the dropping of a second elbow by rolling to one side. Catlike, she lunges at her downed opponent and actually bites into his right bicep. Scharff howls for a single second, then grabs a handful of the Lunar Pilgrim's long locks. He regains a vertical base, pulls the thrashing young woman up by her colorful hair... and uses it to assist with a nasty biel throw. Even upon Paige's landing, Scharff still maintains hold of her hair, then uses it to pull her up off the mat and drop her down onto her back yet again.
Jeffrey: You were saying?
Phoenix: Well, I'll be damned!
Jeffrey: It's All Hallow's Eve and we have a casket just 20 feet away... I'm sure that can be arranged! Mwuaha[hic]—oh, [hic] no! Hiccups!
Roberts: Way to go, Ray.
Jeffrey: Shut up, [hic]-berts!
Pilgrim Paige scurries off to the nearest corner with a dazed look on her face. Scharff is quick again to close the gap, laying into her with shoulder thrusts to the ribs. The Thunderbolt pulls Paige forward by the head, then bends her down into a standing headscissors. Scharff scoops his adversary up high for a powerbomb, but finds himself being beaten about the head and neck with stiff forearm shots. His grip loosens slightly, and as Paige's upper body begins to slip down, she wraps her arms around the thick neck of the 260-pounder. For a split second, all is still. The Lunar Pilgrim glares coldly into Jacob Scharff's narrowed eyes. Her mouth forms into an eerily sweet smile. It stays this way right up to the moment she spits purple mist right in his eyes!
Phoenix: Moon Mist! I would say that came outta nowhere or that it was uncalled for, but I don't put anything past Paige at the best of times, let alone with no disqualifications!
Paige starts striking again as the audience boos loudly. Their tune swiftly changes when Jacob Scharff—blinded and disoriented—powerbombs the Golden Pilgrim spine-first into the top turnbuckle! The crowd pops and applauds. Paige writhes wildly on the canvas, while Scharff staggers about the ring before dropping and rolling to the apron. He tumbles to the floor, right in front of commentary.
Jeffrey: Holy [hic]!
Phoenix: Well said, Ray.
Roberts: Why don't you try drinking some water?
Jeffrey reaches for his water bottle without looking, having its usual position on the table committed to muscle memory. His hand comes up with nothing, however, and he looks up: Jacob Scharff stands nearby, head titled back and pouring water over his eyes and face.
Ray sighs in defeat.
Jeffrey: Dammit! Why is it always me?!
Roberts: Hey, no more hiccups!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Ro—hey, you're right!
Scharff tosses the bottle and turns to head back to the ring. Paige has other plans, diving headlong through the ropes; her velocity is just enough to drive the larger man backward, smacking hard against the announce table. Paige lands on her feet, though a bit off-balance. She steadies herself and wanders off in the direction of the ritual table. Upon reaching it, Paige's eyes widen with delight, like a kid in a candy shop. She pores over the various items and stops upon a large photograph. Hopping up onto the barricade, she shows it off to the crowd: a snapshot of the moment Sery was thrown from the Triple Cage. Paige tears it into pieces with a devilish grin and tosses it into the crowd. The fans at the MSG go off on her, jeering loudly.
Roberts: Wow.
Jeffrey: Anything to get a rise outta people, huh? Damn, girl! There's bad and then there's... well, I don't think "wicked" would particularly offend a witch, huh?
Pilgrim Paige jumps back off the barricade and returns her attention to the table, ultimately deciding on a large stone goblet. Paige brings her face close to its brim, then sniffs and swirls the contents like a wine snob. She takes a sip of whatever's inside, then turns in time to suffer a massive running lariat at the hands of Jacob Scharff. Paige almost comically spits what appears to be red wine into the air upon impact, and the goblet flies off down the aisle, sloshing the liquid everywhere.
Jeffrey: Worst audition ever. No Sideways 2 for you, Miss Pilgrim! Ahaha.
Phoenix: That's what happens when you take your eyes off the prize!
Jacob Scharff, for his part, does have his eyes on the prize; or, at least, the ladder. He picks the shortest route, sliding into the ring and crossing to the opposite side, hopping down to the floor below. Scharff sets about folding the ladder and raising it up onto the apron. As he pushes it into the ring, Paige slides in on the opposite side, takes off full-tilt and delivers a baseball slide that leaves the ladder both impacting and landing on Scharff's chest! An "ooh" from some fans.
Jeffrey: Wooo! Never a dull moment in 4CW! James' commentary being the obvious exception.
Paige seizes the moment, sprinting over to the near corner and ascending the ropes. Perched upon the top turnbuckle, she stares down upon Scharff. With a look of ill intent, the Lunar Pilgrim dives through the air, planting both feet into the ladder, driving it yet again into Jacob Scharff's chest! Paige crumples to the floor. The crowd pops and a "HOLY SHIT" chant takes form.
Phoenix: Footprints on the Moon! With a little extra oomph, to say the least!
Jeffrey: Damn, I love this job! Where else do you get to see this kind of action but in 4CW? Oh, yeah! Hype the show!
Paige, unsurprisingly, is first to recover. Scharff stirs shortly afterward and shoves the ladder aside. He rolls onto his belly, then rises up to his hands and knees, looking a little worse-for-wear. As Paige takes a few steps back towards the ring, she walks with a slight limp, favoring her left ankle. As Scharff slowly raises his head, he witnesses this. His pained facial expression changes slightly as The Lunar Pilgrim gingerly slides back into the ring.
Phoenix: Serious work being put in on Scharff's chest, but Paige may have tweaked her ankle on that double stomp! That's definitely not an injury that would bode well in a match like this!
A few seconds later, Scharff follows suit, with one arm protecting his chest and the other edging him along from the apron and into the ring proper. Still bearing that odd expression, he begins to stand. Paige intercepts before he can straighten up and lays into the small of his back with clubbing blows, adding in some quick headbutts for good measure. Scharff elbows away at Paige's ribs in return, managing to slow her roll a bit. He slowly turns his body toward his opponent in the process, trying to face her head-on. Having created a little extra distance, Scharff draws back and drives the point of his elbow into Paige's mid-riff with extra force, creating the much-needed separation. This effort is met with a wicked chop from the Golden Pilgrim, leading Scharff to protect his sore chest with both arms. Paige changes tack, bringing the toe of her boot swiftly forward into Jacob's solar plexus. She winces upon impact, but delivers another anyway. Scharff blocks and catches a third kick, only to wind up getting smacked in the back of the head with an enzuigiri kick, courtesy of Paige. Scharff reels from this, but Paige hits the canvas and immediately begins grasping at her ankle. She keeps her face low to the mat and lets out a muffled scream, face to the mat.
Jeffrey: No way Jacob Scharff isn't gonna capitalize on this, mark my words.
Roberts: Paige may have accidentally taken herself out of the running here tonight! High risk can pay off at times, others... not so much. And sometimes, you get a mix of both instead. If you ask me, it was definitely a mixed blessing on this occasion!
Jeffrey: That's what James' mom says about his birth.
The crowd rallies behind Scharff, with a minority of fans making some noise on Paige's behalf. Both competitors get up at roughly the same time, with Paige using the ropes to assist her. The Thunderbolt dives forward and clips Pilgrim Paige's leg out from under her with a chop block. Wasting no time, he scoops Paige up, hooks the vulnerable leg, and drives her to the mat with a swift dragon screw. The Lunar Pilgrim howls in agony! Keeping the leg elevated, she attempts to crawl over to the ropes, grimacing the whole while. Scharff shifts his focus to getting the ladder into the ring. He goes about it in similar fashion to before, this time lacking any interference. On the apron, Paige busies herself with testing out the ankle, slowly turning it from side to side, then up and down. Meanwhile, Jacob Scharff is setting up the ladder at center ring. Once satisfied with the positioning, he turns his attention back to Paige, who is now pulling herself up using the ropes. Scharff interrupts this process with a forearm smash, then hoists Paige up in a vertical suplex, suspending her in the air. He slowly edges backward, toward the ladder.
Roberts: I don't like the looks of this!
Jeffrey: Wake the hell up, Paige!
Paige is heaved spine-first into the ladder. All the while, Scharff never releases the hold. He raises Paige back up and shifts position, gaining a little distance from the ladder before turning round to face it. Scharff proceeds to swing Paige sidelong into the ladder, driving her legs into the middle rungs! Much of the audience "oohs", with some rising to their feet. And still Jacob Scharff will not let go! Instead, he simply places Paige back on her feet—well, foot—and then repeats the maneuver, lifting Paige up and wielding her like a sword! The second time her legs hit the ladder, the whole audience is on its feet. Scharff draws the dazed young woman up into a suplex hold one last time, turns to one side, and unceremoniously throws Paige chest-first to the mat below. Scharff nurses his own chest as the MSG arena is overtaken by a "HOLY SHIT!" chant.
Phoenix: Just brutal! Still, I question the wisdom here. Paige went high-risk and is now favoring her ankle; that same maneuver hit Scharff hard in the chest, and now he's giving his upper body a full work-out, using Paige as everything but his spotter!
Roberts: Is it wrong to say she kinda had it coming?
Not one to waste time, The Thunderbolt signals to the referees to raise the casket lid. He drags his fallen foe over to the ropes, on the casket side. Scharff rolls Paige along under the apron, then unceremoniously dumps her into the casket, face-down on the purple velvet interior. Stepping through the ropes, Scharff reaches out and slams its heavy lid down.
Roberts: This may be the beginning of the end!
Scharff slides into the ring. His chest is clearly aching, but he's still moving at a typical pace. He begins his ascent up the ladder; the fans are all abuzz. Moments later, Scharff stands on the top rung. He grabs hold of the lampshade with one hand to steady himself, then extends to the tips of his toes so the other can reach the pull-chain. Scharff's fingers find purchase, and a quick tug results in a conical beam of intense white light pointing down upon the ladder. Scharff blinks away the spots from his eyes as he uses both hands to manipulate the metal shade. He turns and angles it to line up with the casket, just as the lid opens!
Phoenix: That's as close of a call as it gets right there!
Jacob Scharff seems far from pleased, though still quite composed. He flicks the spotlight off and lets it go. Scharff makes his way back down the ladder as Paige slowly crawls out of the casket and shambles off toward the table.
Jeffrey: AHH! It's the walking dead! Save me, Scott! The zombie apocalypse needs all the witty sidekicks it can get!
Phoenix: If this were a real undead uprising you'd be the first one dead.
Jeffrey: Nuh-uh! I'm plucky and mirthful. Someone would save my ass, for sure!
Scharff reaches the table at nearly the same time as Paige. He grabs her by the head and lays into her with a knee lift. From here, more back-and-forth ensues. From somewhere within the throngs of fans, a tall figure weaves a path down to the barricade. Wearing a skimpy black cat costume, Witch Hazel leaps up onto the barrier. She hops back and forth upon it, occasionally switching feet and never losing her balance, giggling like an idiot the whole time. Suddenly remembering her task, she crouches down and slinks along the barricade, moving closer to the action. Hazel meows sharply, catching Scharff's attention. As Scharff turns around, Hazel darts along the barricade and takes him down with a diving forearm smash!
Jeffrey: Hypersexual Batwoman takes flight! Or, I guess... Catwoman, in this case? Whatever—she's crazy and hot, WOO!
Hazel stomps the hell out of Scharff, while Paige drops to her knees and begins pummeling away on him.
Phoenix: As usual, Hazel has no business being out here!
Jeffrey: It's no DQ, nothing you can do about it...
"A Warrior's Call" blares over the PA.
Phoenix: He can!
Lord Skywolf steps out onto the stage with a mic in one hand. He makes a "cut the music" gesture with the other; it cuts out promptly.
Skywolf: STOP! Hazel, get up here IMMEDIATELY!
Hazel fumes, but ultimately obliges and angrily stomps up the ramp. Upon reaching the stage, her demeanor shifts. She sashays up to Skywolf, sensually licking her lips and flicking her long tongue around. Skywolf eyes the odd, scantily-clad woman curiously.
Skywolf: ... Riiiiiight. *ahem* Uh... anyway! Hazel—and hell, I'm sure the other one—
Hazel leans into the mic.
Hazel: (mild Finnish accent) Tsukiko.
Skywolf: "Sue-kee-koh"? Hmm. Er, I mean... yeah! Her! I'm certain she's just waiting in the wings somewhere in this arena, too. To be frank, all three of you idiots should be counting your lucky charms I haven't put your witchy asses on suspension. Instead of, y'know... pressing your luck ever since! Hell, a few of the guys out back were saying I should just give you all the ol' heave-ho after you gave Sery the ol' heave-ho off the triple cage! *sigh* If you fruit loops weren't putting asses in seats, I swear...
Jeffrey: Anyone else catching the cereal thing?
Phoenix & Roberts: What?
Jeffrey: Lucky charms... fruit loops. Just sayin'! Maybe ol' Skypup missed breakfast or something.
At ringside, Scharff slips out from under Paige's mount, and the two soon end up trading blows yet again. On stage, Hazel has a "deer-in-the-headlights" thing going on. She cocks her head to one side like a confused puppy.
Hazel: "Ole... hee-vo?"
Skywolf brings his palm to his face, then massages his forehead.
Skywolf: Look—I'll make this real simple. You and... uh, the other one... had best not get anywhere near the action, or it's a month's suspension! Goes double for you, missy, 'cause... well—to be frank—ya kinda freak me out.
Hazel: Aww. Come now... can't a girl have a little fun on her birthday?
Sywolf: Oh, it's your birthday? Wow, that totally changes... nothing! Get gone, girl.
A very vocal response from the crowd, coupled with a smattering of applause. Something in Hazel's face changes: she bears that odd look she gets sometimes. Something like a flirtatious smile, complemented by those bedroom eyes... but beneath this, there's a sort of manic rage being poorly concealed. It fades away as fast as it came and Witch Hazel trudges away, with Skywolf following close behind.
At the ritual table, Jacob Scharff has regained the upper hand. Scharff grabs hold of a tall candle holder and swings it like a club, smacking Paige in the small of the back. Paige collapses to her hands and knees. Next, he turns his attention to a small black cauldron. Scharff removes the lid, finding a large cooking apple inside. He calmly waits for his opponent to stand. Once she does, Scharff winds up and pitches it at Paige, catching her in the right shoulder. He then shoves the pot over Paige's head.
Roberts: I don't like the loo—
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! You don't like the look of anything you can't inflate!
A melody of metal striking metal echoes out through the arena as Jacob Scharff repeatedly strikes the cauldron with the lid. rattling Pilgrim Paige's skull! Even the toughest of fans groan aloud at each swing of the lid.
Phoenix: This is pure chaos! The Coven's plans have backfired, and Paige has beaten all to hell!
Jeffrey: Of course it's pure chaos! The match has graveyard in the name! What did you expect?
Paige wobbles blindly away. She tosses the pot away and collapses against one of the large tombstones. Scharff stomps over to where Paige sits, not moving. He grasps Paige under both arms and hoists her to a vertical state, getting walloped with the human femur for his troubles! Scharff is down and out as the fans go nuts!
Jeffrey: THE FEMUR OF DOOM! Ahahaha!
Roberts: Where did that even come from?
Phoenix: Must've been knocked to the floor and forgotten in the fog. Whatever the case, that was a nasty shot with a nasty weapon! Pilgrim Paige may have just turned the tide of this match, presuming her recuperative abilities are still intact after all this brutality. She bought some time just now, but is it enough?
Some fans of the Lunar Pilgrim raise up out of the woodwork to offer a modest counter-chant as the majority audience stomps the floor in rhythm, chanting "THUN-DER-BOLT... THUN-DER-BOLT". Some time passes and eventually, Paige finds her feet, taking careful steps in the direction of Jacob Scharff, who struggles to pull himself up using the apron. The "Golden Pilgrim" grabs her challenger by the head—only for Scharff to break loose, duck under Paige's left arm and charge forward, running her spine right into the gravestone. The Thunderbolt backs up against the apron to gain a short run-up before bolting forth with a stinger splash that catches nothing but stone as Paige dodges at the last second! Scharff lies on his side in agony, arms crossed over his chest.
Jeffrey: Fork: meet Done!
Roberts: These two are taking each other to the limit tonight!
Phoenix: I wouldn't want to be either of these two tomorrow morning, and that's for damn sure.
Paige sets about the gruelling task of dragging 260-pounds of not-quite-dead weight along the floor. She has to stop at one point to tend her aching ankle and calf muscles, but eventually gets Scharff next to the casket. The lid has long since been re-closed by the match officials, so Paige gives the signal as she props Scharff up against the apron. Up goes the lid and in goes The Thunderbolt! Scharff begins to raise his head up, only to get laid out with a vicious headbutt from Paige. Not the best choice of maneuver—she winds up wobbling about like a top—but effective. Paige leans her back heavily against the casket lid, causing it to fall down in the process. Paige's sudden view of the lights clues her into what has happened, so she rights herself, shakes the cobwebs out and woozily climbs into the ring.
Jeffrey: This is it right here! Scharff is done for!
Roberts: Perhaps, but does the Lunar Pilgrim have enough left in the tank to reach for the stars?
Phoenix: Not bad, James.
Jeffrey: Are you kidding? Blech!
Pilgrim Paige shuffles toward center ring with one hand pressed to one side of her forehead. It appears to be bleeding a bit; perhaps a nick from the cauldron attack. She reaches the ladder, adjusts its position and takes a deep breath. Paige's right foot settles onto the first step: six to go. Next, she warily brings her left foot down on the second rung, but immediately lifts it back off. Paige winces, then sighs in aggravation. A moment goes by and with it, her pained expression is replaced by a look of determination. Gritting her teeth, Paige makes a slow and arduous journey up the ladder. Upon reaching the top rung, she finds her reach a bit lacking: with how heavily she must lean on one leg, Paige is only able to touch the spotlight with her fingertips.
Phoenix: Oh, that's gotta be agony! So close, yet so far!
Unseen by Paige, the casket lid swings open. Jacob Scharff rises to his feet!
Jeffrey: No way!
Phoenix: Much like Frankenstein's monster, The Thunderbolt is back from the dead! Now that's electrifying!
Roberts: Ha!
Jeffrey: Ugggh! Et tu, Scott? For shame!
Pilgrim Paige finds herself trying to ease her way up to the very top of the ladder. As she struggles to balance herself, Jacob Scharff lurches out of the casket and tumbles in through the ropes. Paige plants one foot onto the highest point of the ladder. Below, Scharff wearily gets back up on his feet approaches the ladder and unlocks the spreader on that side, then goes around the ladder and unlocks the other side. Paige extends her right leg and reaches high, grabbing hold of the spotlight just as Scharff folds the ladder up and pulls it out from under her! Pilgrim Paige is left dangling over 20 feet above the ring! Many fans gasp and look shocked; some also rise to their feet.
Roberts: This is scary to watch!
Phoenix: Precarious isn't even the word right now!
Scharff holds the ladder vertically and backs up against the nearest corner.
Roberts: What the hell is—oh no, no no!
THWACK! Scharff runs the ladder right into Paige's injured leg! The chain sways; Paige shrieks and swears loudly.
Phoenix: SOMEBODY STOP THE DAMN MATCH!
Roberts: This is just too much! She's gonna get killed, dammit!
Jeffrey: Oh? What ever happened to "she had it coming"?
Phoenix: Now's not the time, Ray!
BAM! Scharff runs the ladder into Paige's wounded ankle yet again. One hand loses grip, but still she hangs onto the shade with the other! Paige reaches up with everything she's got and manages to return the wayward hand to its previous position upon the spotlight.
The MSG arena is deafening! Everyone is on their feet at this point, watching in morbid fascination, unable to look away.
Jeffrey: Holy crap! Something's gotta break here!
Roberts: Let's pray it won't be Scharff or Paige.
Scharff goes on to maneuver the ladder such that Paige's left foot gets caught up between the highest rung and the ladder top. In another horrific scene, Scharff shakes and twists the ladder every which way he can, forcing Paige's foot to jostle about in all the ways it's refused to ever since she hit Footprints on the Moon into the ladder; a moment that now feels like a lifetime ago.
Phoenix: This is unreal!
Jeffrey: That's probably true, actually.
Roberts: What?
And then it happens: out of somewhere between absolutely nowhere and a place of pure survival, Paige delivers a mule kick to the ladder using her one good leg. The force of it drives the elevated ladder into Scharff's face! He staggers before falling; the loss of balance puts the ladder at an odd angle and with it, Paige is able to finally free her foot. It slides loose of the ladder just as Scharff's legs give way and he collapses onto his back.
Jeffrey: Man, this is match is insane! How the hell Paige is still holding on is beyond me, but at least she's not serving as some kind of reverse marionette anymore.
The scene in the ring is like a horror film. There are dark red stains on the apron; probably from the wine incident earlier on. The casket is wide open with no occupant and an interior stained with blood and sweat. Scharff is laid out on the mat, looking like he's been hit by a tractor. And Paige is awkwardly hanging from the rafters, bleeding on the canvas from what feels a mile away. She looks down upon this all, taking it in with a hopeless expression. Then... it changes...
Phoenix: Oh, no. What in the hell is she thinking of doing?! It's a rock and a hard place and there's nothing for it! Just take the damn fall!
Jeffrey: Something stupid. Something gloriously stupid!
The Lunar Pilgrim begins to nod to herself, apparently liking her idea more and more. Taking a deep breath, she begins to bring her legs forward, then backward, like she's on a playground swing.
Roberts: Seriously... someone get her down from there!
The arena is deathly quiet. The audience breathlessly watches on as Paige builds momentum, swinging on the chain with a manic look in her eyes. Satisfied with the momentum, Pilgrim Paige swings forward and lets go of the spotlight, back-flips on the way down... and plunges into Jacob Scharff's ribs with a shooting star press from TWENTY FEET HIGH! Every held breath in the arena is released in an absolute frenzy! Even commentary is floored. Ray Jeffrey has actually thrown his headphones aside and is alternately freaking the hell out and/or professing his love for Paige. Roberts isn't sure what to do, sitting awkwardly at the table. Phoenix is the first to compose himself.
Phoenix: *ahem*I'd love to make a great call on that, but I wouldn't know where to start, my mind is scrambling for something concrete after that, I mean. Just the textbook keeps running through my mind. "That maneuver was a shooting star press". "She calls it her 'Pilgrimage to the Stars'". None of that really tells the story, huh? Y'know... I think 'll just let this one speak for itself.
It takes a solid minute for the "HOLY SHIT" chant to die down and even then, the arena is abuzz. There's been little movement in the ring whatsoever since the impact. The referees have each been checking on Scharff and Paige, but seem unclear on what exactly to do. No "X" has gone up; that's something, at least. Scharff seems to be stunned, but conscious. Paige, unsurprisingly, isn't moving.
Roberts: Man, this is a bad scene.
A commotion erupts on the stage. Skywolf is trying to hold back Tsukiko Mizuno. She breaks loose and comes running down the ramp full-tilt .
Skywolf (shouting): CONSIDER YOURSELF BANNED, UH... PAIGE'S GIRLGRIEND!
Tsukiko isn't listening. She sidesteps the casket and slides into the ring headlong. In an instant, Tsukiko's face is right next to Paige's, offering words of comfort. Tsukiko tearfully begins the long haul to the apron; the second bleak trek of this sort in two short months.
Roberts: Tsukiko's seen enough. She just wants to see Paige safe at this point.
Phoenix: Can't fault her that, not one bit.
She barks at the two flustered officials to aid her. One pointing out that the match isn't officially over, so Tsukiko grabs the other (a blonde-haired young man who looks rather frightened of her), and the two set about carrying Paige out of the ring. The hapless young ref nearly drops Paige at the bottom of the ramp. Tsukiko is livid. She sets Paige down, pulls the poor bastard's face in close to hers, and shrieks at the top of her lungs. Not quite satisfied, Tsukiko tosses the unlucky ref into the ring steps for good measure.
Phoenix: Well, that'll earn her a lawsuit!
Jeffrey: And the ref gets tinnitus out of it. Everyone wins!
With great effort, Tsukiko stands her Paige-shaped ragdoll up and and slowly edges along up the ramp. Scharff—still downed and groggy as hell—spots this and attempts to stand. He makes it to his hands and knees, then gingerly rolls out onto the floor. He uses the apron to fight his way back up again, but his legs won't keep him up. Tsukiko changes her dragging method along the way: she situates Paige behind her and locks her partner's arms around her neck. Kiko holds Paige's arms tight, pulling the injured woman along behind her. They gradually reach the stage and pass through the curtains, out of view. The remaining referee looks drained and agitated as all hell. He shakes his head and calls for the bell, shouting that this is over, one way or another. The bell rings, and the match is officially ruled a "no contest".
Roberts: Finally, the madness ends! Man oh man. ...Wait, what happens with the title?
Phoenix: No change. No opponent means no match and no match means no title change. Can't fight a match with one competitor... or, at least, we don't do things that way in 4CW!
Jeffrey: This match... I mean, what do you even say?! Maybe Paige should've spared some of that Graveyard budget for medical bills, 'cause I dunno if the company can cover the half of what went down here tonight! Un-freaking'-real!
Phoenix: What a way to kick off Gallows End!
*~*
The screen quickly cuts to black for a moment as silence resonates throughout the arena. The imagery crackles and pops on the screen as a single solitary construction light lying on the floor cascades over a make shift Gallows that occupies this dank and dreary cement expanse. Even though the room is only 20x20, the Gallows makes it feel like a vast expanse of heartache … and death. A sense of foreboding emanates from here. A shadowy figure emerges from the back ground, his face shrouded by the shadows that the light on the floor provides.
Shadowy man: The Gallows, a sign of power, and deterrence used for 100’s of years to punish those who would go against the higher powers. Those that dare step out of line, and those that dare to find themselves wanting to be something … different.
The shadowy figure places a stool underneath the Gallows and proceeds to stand on top of the stool as he toys with the hanging rope.
Shadowy man: Pirates used to be hung by the gallows during low tides and forced to hang there until high tide came to wash over them. Slowly and mercilessly drowning them. They had no recourse but to hang there awaiting their death. The Gallows is not a place for the weak, and it’s certainly not a place for the tame. Tonight, is a revelation of sorts for 4CW. For far too long, 4CW has been running things as they see proper, to guide the company in the direction that they see fit, but I am here to change all of that. I am that force that will stand in front of the tyrannical power that is 4CW and tell them that things have gone on this way for far too long. 4CW has been running far too long on its status quo. Afraid to take risks, afraid to move forward. Well, I’m here to officially put an end to all of that. It is time I put myself in the noose of the GALLOWS THAT 4CW HAS LAID OUT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE, AND IT IS TIME … for a revelation. A new era of 4CW begins, tonight.
The Shadowy figure kicks the stool away as the shot fades to black as the man’s screams slowly give way to laughter. We cut back to the arena.
Phoenix: Well I have no idea who that was or what it was about - but what I do know is it's time for Universal Title action!
"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin hits the PA system. The crowd buzz loudly as 4CW's only double champion makes his way out from behind the curtain, saddled by his protege.
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW Universal Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tommy White, from Barry, South Wales, weighing in at 400lbs, he is the 4CW Universal and World Champion, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!
Brian White and Tommy Young make their entrance, focused on the ring. White ignores the crowed as he deliberately walks to the ring, stepping over the ropes, and music fades. Tommy saunters down with a smirk, ignoring the crowd the same as White, but stays on the outside of the ring.
“The song that angels sing
The spell that calls The Gathering
The magic that might bring
Eternal life, The Gathering”
The stage explodes in pyro as Delain’s “The Gathering” hits. Eddie Wolfbaine walks onto the stage and pauses at the top of the ramp. Some fog machines then turn on, completely obscuring him. After a few moments, a pair of unseen fans come to life, immediately blowing all of the fog and smoke away. Eddie looks up and raises his arms, yelling back at the crowd as the video screen simply reads “Wolfbaine”.
Carson: And introducing the challenger, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 230lbs, EDDIE ... WOLFBAAAINE!!
Wolfbaine slaps a few hands as he walks down the ramp before rolling into the ring. He climbs onto the middle rope, halfway between turnbuckles, yelling back at the crowd once more before leaping off and turning to face his opponent, Brian White.
Phoenix: As we know these two have some history. It was Brian White vs Eddie Wolfbaine in the Stormchaser Tournament Final and White walked out the winner! He went on to defeat Jon Viper to win the title! Wolfbaine meanwhile, won a fatal 4 way match to earn this Universal Championship match and theoretically, Wolfbaine could take both White's championships tonight if he won this match AND the 13 Ghost Gauntlet!
Roberts: That would be a sight to see, but the 13 Ghosts will be likely the toughest challenge of anyone's career! And White has already beaten Wolfbaine before, he needs to find another strategy to leave the winner of this match!
Jeffrey: Blah, blah... I wanna see some ass kicking, let's get this match started!
Brian White and Eddie Wolfbaine circle each other for a little while and then lock up in the centre of the ring. White being the obviously bigger man gets the advantage and throws Wolfbaine across the ring. Wolfbaine gets back up and locks up again. This time he forces White back a few steps, but eventually, White overpowers and repeats the throw across the ring. Wolfbaine jumps back up and rethinks his tactics for a moment. Then he decides to go straight for White with some right hands. White retaliates with some right hands of his own, and then grabs Wolfbaine and takes him out with a suplex.
Roberts: Suplex right out of the gate!
White picks up Wolfbaine immediately after and picks him up for a second suplex. He lifts Wolfbaine up a third time, lifts him for a suplex - but throws him face first into the mat instead! Wolfbaine rolls away and to the corner to try and recover. White stalks him, stomping away at Wolfbaine repeatedly until the referee gets involved and forces White to retreat. White allows Wolfbaine to get back to his feet and eventually they lock up again. White transitions into a headlock and wrenches at Wolfbaine's neck. Wolfbaine struggles for a moment but then fights back, works his way out of the hold, and takes out White with a DDT!
Phoenix: This match is pretty even in the early going! White has a big challenge on his hands here!
Wolfbaine stays on the attack, keeping White down to his knees with a couple of successive dropkicks and then a superkick! He hooks the leg - but before the ref can even count one, White launches Wolfbaine off him, throwing him across the ring. White gets to his feet and Wolfbaine advances, but eats a Big Boot! Wolfbaine keeps getting up and advancing, so White takes him out with two clotheslines. White picks up Wolfbaine and throws him into the corner. White hits a few open hand chops to a cornered Wolfbaine and then takes him out with a Sidewalk Slam! White hooks the leg. 1...2... NO! Wolfbaine kicks out!
Jeffrey: What vicious power with that Sidewalk Slam!
White grins and screams at Wolfbaine, the camera picks up something to the effect of "Stay down, Wolfie!". White slaps Wolfbaine around the head a couple of times. Wolfbaine throws a few wild shots in retaliation, but a knee to the gut subdues him and White lifts him up for a Backbreaker! White decides that's not enough to put down Wolfbaine and picks him back up, this time hitting a neckbreaker and covering! The ref slides in. ONE.... TWO... NO! Wolfbaine kicks out!
Phoenix: It seems all these kickouts are doing is giving White more motivation to dish unimaginable damage!
White indeed, shakes his head as if to say "when will this guy learn?" and again picks up Wolfbaine. He puts him in the Powerbomb position, lifts him, runs forward AND HITS THE TRAIN CRASH! White covers.
ONE... TWO... THRE--WHAT?! NO!! WOLFBAINE KICKS OUT!!
Phoenix: Incredible! That Train Crash seemed to come out of nowhere but Wolfbaine somehow kicked out!! White can't believe it!
For the first time, White is no longer grinning. He is in shock that Wolfbaine wasn't taken out with the powerbomb. White slaps himself in the face, perhaps to shake himself out of his doubt, and gets back up. He stands in the corner and cups his hands "WOO WOO!"... He waits patiently as Wolfbaine struggles to get up - and runs at him for the Runaway Train spear - but Wolfbaine sidesteps and sends White shoulder first into the post!
Roberts: What a reversal from Wolfbaine!
White stumbles out of the corner, clutching his shoulder. Wolfbaine swoops in with a superkick that knocks White on his ass! Wolfbaine rebounds from the ropes and runs at White, diving low with a European Uppercut, putting White on his back! Wolfbaine uses his adrenaline to find his way back up to his feet and climbing the top rope! Wolfbaine dives off with a big splash on the Universal Champion and hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... NO! White isn't done yet!
Wolfbaine goes to the corner using the turnbuckle to get back to his feet. White meanwhile uses the ropes to get to his. White turns to face Wolfbaine but the smaller man is ready to strike and knocks down White with a Yakuza Kick!
Phoenix: St. Michael's Revenge! What a kick!
Wolfbaine advances on White, who is laid out on his stomach. He grabs White's neck in a cuthroat position and bridges over to wrench at the neck!
Roberts: Wolfbaine has The Freight Train in Silvershade! Can he make this monster tap out?!
White screams as the torque is impressed on his neck - but he doesn't show signs of tapping. He takes the brunt of the move, yelling in agony, but shakes his head and refuses to give up! Wolfbaine holds the move for another ten or so seconds, with White slowly fading, but eventually Wolfbaine gets too exhausted and too weak to hold it and breaks. Both men lay next to each other as the crowd roars in approval the effort they are putting into winning the match.
Jeffrey: They are going to war tonight, gentlemen, and honestly I don't know who's walking out the winner tonight!
Wolfbaine eventually gets up to his feet and groggily lifts White up, with much effort. Wolfbaine props up White, setting up for Crescent Scythe - but White suddenly elbows Wolfbaine in the face and gains some space. Suddenly, White is running - and he wipes out Wolfbaine with a GIGANTIC SPEAR!!
Jeffrey: Holy crap! White just hit the Runaway Train out of nowhere too! What a move! Wolfbaine is done!!
The ref slides in to count the cover! ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner and STILL the 4CW Universal Champion, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!
Wolfbaine rolls out of the ring when the bell rings and White kneels in the middle of the ring, having been taken for a rough ride in his title defense.
Phoenix: Wow! What a victory! Somewhat sudden and it looks like White caught Wolfbaine off guard! What an incredible bout it was before that decisive finish! And this night isn't over for anyone who's wrestled tonight, these two could be out here in as little as 15 minutes for the Gauntlet!
Jeffrey: And Brian White just showed everyone why he is going into that match a double champion! And in my opinion, coming out a double champion too!
Wolfbaine looks angry with himself for allowing himself to be caught out and walks up the ramp fairly quickly. White stays a little longer to celebrate with Tommy as we cut to a video promo of the upcoming December Storm Front Supershow!
*~*
Phoenix: That's right! New Year's Eve, 4CW goes to War!
In the ring, we are all prepped for the Gallows Pole. On top of one turnbuckle there is a pole, with a noose hanging from above and the pulling rope draping down outside the ring.
Carson: The following contest is a Gallows Pole match! In this match there are no pinfalls, no submissions, no countout and no disqualification! The only way to win is for one competitor to pull the rope to hoist the noose, hanging their opponent!
"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Out comes the man known as Phil McGroin with his Camera Man.
Carson: Introducing first, from Helston, England, weighing in 14 stone, the man who once made a cow tap out, PHIL ... MCGROIN!!
McGroin makes his way down to the ring, cocky and confident as ever, brushing off the thunderous boos from the crowd and taking it all in. He slides into the ring and stares down the noose hanging in the corner.
Phoenix: McGroin puts on a brave facade, but no-one can look at that noose before they are about to take part in this match and not feel fear!
Jeffrey: I dunno, Scott. McGroin seems to fear nothing, even when he really, really should!
Camera Man gets some shots of the noose then goes to the outside. McGroin awaits his opponent. "Human" by Rag'n'Bone Man hits the PA system. Boos break out for the arrival of the man known as Glock 9, black trench coat and all.
Carson: On his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he stands at 6'6, and he is known as... GLOCK NINE!!
Glock 9 makes his way confidently down to the ring. He sneers at the fans as he passes, making sure none of them can reach him. He takes his time as he strolls up to the ropes, does the leg-over climb into the ring, takes off his trench coat, walks a few paces around. He stares at the noose too, then turns to stare directly at McGroin, with a sick grin slapped across his chops.
Roberts: It looks like Glock is salivating for that bell to ring!
Phoenix: These two men have a heated, bad-blood rivalry that has boiled over to tonight in the most horrific manner possible! This match will not be pretty. It is not for the queasy or the faint of heart. There's no way to sugar coat it, one of these men will hang tonight.
The referee positions both men and rings the bell! As soon as it rings, Camera Man runs into the ring with his camera in hand and smashes Glock across the head with it! Phil McGroin nods approvingly and tells Camera Man to "get all the weapons you can find!". Camera Man drops the camera and shuffles under the apron. Meanwhile, Phil McGroin stomps the hell out of Glock Nine, who has been busted wide open!
Phoenix: There's no DQ in this match! McGroin has taken full advantage of that and Glock is busted open!
Roberts: I don't like the guy but I gotta give him props: that was super smart.
Jeffrey: Why are you surprised? This man submitted a fucking cow!
McGroin picks up the bloody Glock and takes him out with a swinging neckbreaker. McGroin then mounts Glock and delivers ground and pound punches, screaming "WHO'S THE BITCH NOW?!" as he does so. McGroin eventually gets up as Camera Man throws two kendo sticks, a chair and a dustbin into the ring. McGroin picks up the kendo stick, perhaps having flashbacks to the Vietnamese Kendo Stick match they had at SummerFest and then starts taking shots at Glock! On the fourth strike, the stick splinters and snaps and McGroin throws it.
Jeffrey: McGroin is mauling Glock so far! Glock has started this one off guard and it's cost him early!
McGroin grabs a steel chair and slams it across Glock's gut. Then, he places the chair on top of Glock, and climbs a turnbuckle not holding the noose. When he reaches the top, he turns in position and launches with a Moonsault - directly onto the chair!
Roberts: Well, I'm not sure how smart that was! Sure he hurt Glock but probably hurt himself just as much!
McGroin moves the chair and grabs Glock. He drags him towards the corner with the noose. When he arrives, he kicks Glock in the head a couple of times, then grabs the dustbin and smashes it across Glock's head, crumpling it in one! McGroin disposes of the dustbin and tries with all his might to lift Glock. With some considerable effort, he gets Glock seated on the top turnbuckle, and climbs up. He pulls down the noose and wraps it around Glock's neck. Glock groggily flops but doesn't quite hang. McGroin jumps down and slides out of the ring, then demands Camera Man to help him pull the rope!
Roberts: Look at this! Camera Man and McGroin are working together to hang Glock!!
Camera Man and McGroin pull the rope and make some progress for a second before the rope gets stuck. They try as they might but they are simply unable to pull the rope enough to hang Glock! McGroin eventually loses his temper, giving up the attempt and complaning to Camera Man that he is not doing enough to help. McGroin rolls back into the ring, and pulls down Glock, deciding instead to inflict more damage.
McGroin picks up the steel chair and turns to face Glock - but Glock it seems has recovered somewhat as he rips the chair out of McGroin's hands!! McGroin suddenly panics and tries to flee but gets a steel chair right across the back! Glock throws the chair and takes out McGroin with a Big Boot! Bloodied and pissed off, Glock starts stomping the crap out of McGroin! Glock pulls out a roll of quarters from his trunks and then punches McGroin straight in the face with the Quarter Pounder!!
Phoenix: What a destructive shot by Glock! He looks out on his feet!!
McGroin stumbles on the spot and falls into Glock who hits Count The Lights!! The boot to the jaw is enough to knock McGroin down and seemingly out and Glock takes a moment to wipe the blood out of his eyes, before continuing on. He grabs McGroin by his hair and yanks him across the ring with a sickening thud. Glock picks up McGroin and puts him on the top rope with ease. He starts to put the noose around McGroin's neck when Camera Man jumps on Glock's back! Glock steps away from McGroin and flips over Camera Man!
Roberts: Camera Man is dumb as shit! What's he doing? Does he have a death warrant?
Glock grabs the Camera Man who begs crying for mercy - but Glock grabs him, pulls him up in a Powerbomb position - and takes out Camera Man with a LAST RIDE - TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!
Roberts: OH - NO!! Camera Man needs help NOW! HE COULD BE DEAD!! SOMEONE GET EMT'S DOWN HERE!!
Camera Man is motionless on the outside. EMT's rush down the ramp to see to him, but Glock isn't waiting around. Glock turns back to face McGroin - but McGroin is up, he grabs the noose, uses it to swing off the turnbuckle - and take out Glock with a dropkick to the face!
Jeffrey: Glock should know never to turn his back on his opponent, especially the cattle-torturing kind!
Glock stumbles back up and McGroin approaches with caution, grabbing Glock and taking him out with a swinging neckbreaker! McGroin then picks up Glock again and shows impressive strength as he hooks the leg of Glock and hits a Fisherman's Suplex! McGroin, clearly physicaly exerted from those moves, takes a moment before he starts once again to drag Glock towards the corner. On the outside, the EMT's start to put Camera Man on a stretcher but inside, McGroin is doing all he can to drag Glock closer to the noose.
McGroin lifts Glock up with an attempt to put him on the turnbuckle but Glock shows some form of life so McGroin takes him out with the Eggcution DDT!
Phoenix: McGroin with the Eggcution! I dare say in a regular match he might have picked up a pinfall with that - but a pinfall means nothing in this match!
Jeffrey: He's gotta find that cow-submitting strength to get Glock hung!
McGroin once again lifts Glock who doesn't fight back this time. He hoists, using his feet on the ropes as stepping stones to get Glock up to the top turnbuckle. Then he climbs up, delivers a couple of right hands and starts to noose Glock again. McGroin gets the noose halfway around Glock's head - when he fights back with a vicious elbow! McGroin teeters, the noose comes loose (HA!) and Glock hits a second vicious elbow, knocking McGroin off and to the mat below. Glock stumbles down and grabs McGroin. McGroin scrambles, flying fists as much as he can to try and get an opening, but Glock grabs him by the throat and hits a Chokeslam!!
Glock drags McGroin over to the turnbuckle and lifts him up on to the top. He hooks the noose around McGroin's neck. As Glock rolls out of the ring, the EMT's carry Camera Man off in his stretcher. Glock grins and grabs the rope, giving it one hard tug! McGroin goes up!! McGroin grabs at his neck, suddenly conscious, gasping for air and his eyes shoot out of his skull! The referee rings the bell!!
Carson: Here is your winner, GLOOOOCK ... NINE!!
Glock releases the rope, which drops McGroin back down to the mat, coughing, broken and beaten. Glock wipes more blood out of his eyes, grabs his trenchcoat and celebrates his victory with some in the front row, a not-often-seen trait from Glock. Glock takes one last look at McGroin's broken body, and Camera Man going up the ramp and looks rather pleased with himself as he walks up the ramp.
Phoenix: Well we were promised a hanging and indeed we got one! Glock Nine wins the Gallows Pole match!
Roberts: Glock Nine is a force to be reckoned with here - and McGroin, to his credit, gave Glock his best fight!
*~*
Phoenix: What an announcement! Revival XII comes to you live, April 2018, from Wembley Arena! We're going to London!
Roberts: And now... you know what time it is guys!
The camera cuts to the ring announcer in the middle of the ring and the crowd buzz in anticipation.
Carson: The following contest is the 13 Ghost Gauntlet and it is for the 4CW World Championship! In this match, two competitors will start. Elimination occurs by pinfall or submission, disqualification or countout! When a competitor is eliminated, another one will enter in Gauntlet style. The last competitor standing will be the winner of the 13 Ghost Gauntlet and will leave the 4CW World Champion!
"Step" by Ministry hits the PA system and out comes the one and only Dirk Meyer.
Carson: Introducing the participant who drew #1, from Valhalla, New York, weighing in at 240lbs, DIRK ... MEYER!!
Meyer comes down to the ring not paying the fans any attention.
Phoenix: As you all know, since Meyer turned his back on Senecca, he has spent months running his mouth and trying to humiliate Senecca. Well, tonight, we know Senecca will be in this match. The question is, will Meyer and Senecca end up colliding?
Jeffrey: Whether they do or not, I am so pumped for this match to start! First time in five years, baby, the 13 Ghost Gauntlet is back!!
Meyer stands in the ring warming up for his upcoming fight, and awaits his opponent to come out. The crowd buzz in anticipation.
The lights go black and four spotlights begin searching through the crowd. The screen lights up with a parental warning...
The following wrestler is not suitable for all ages
There will be Blood
There will be Violence
There will be no DIRK MEYER
Parental discretion is advised...
Rhianna's voice comes blaring through the speakers...
Mooo la la lah...
Bitch betta have my...
Mooo la la lah...
Bitch betta have my money...
As soon as Rhianna says the word money all four spotlights converge on the entrance ramp as Senecca stands there looking out at the crowd.
Bitch betta have my money...
Pyro goes off on either side of him as dollars begin to fall from the ceiling into the crowd.
Pay me what you we me...
Carson:: And introducing the participant who drew #2! Weighing in at 330lbs, originally from Cleveland, Ohio... now hailing from Vallhalla... THIS ... IS ... SENECCA!!
Roberts: It looks like that collision is going to happen sooner rather than later, Scott! Senecca is here and we start the Gauntlet with S VS M!
Phoenix: You know how we do things here in 4CW! With a bang!
Senecca starts walking down the ramp to the ring. as he makes it to the steps he pauses to look up at the ring and makes his way up the steps nonchalantly. As he gets to the top he casually leans against the turnbuckle post and looks out at the audience. He shifts his arms as if he's going to open up his ring jacket then smirks and climbs in through the middle rope.
Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots
Like brrap, brrap, brrap
As soon as "brrap, brrap, brrap" is said pyro goes off in the ring like a gunshot and Senecca opens his ring jacket as he gives a cocky smirk to the camera. Then Senecca turns and faces off one on one with Dirk Meyer. They stare at each other for a short while after the referee rings the bell. The crowd, who have been anticipating this collision for some time, start chanting "THIS IS AWESOME" before either man so much as moves. Then, Senecca holds out his arm and signals for Meyer to "bring it." Meyer charges at his former Tag Team partner.
Senecca takes Meyer down with a big shoulder barge as the referee rings the bell to get it underway. Meyer gets back up to his feet and goes to the ropes charging at Senecca but Senecca takes him out with a clothesline. Senecca throws Meyer into the corner and delivers a few shots and then he grabs Meyer by the head and throws him over the top rope! Senecca shakes the ropes and gets the crowd pumped up with his first measure of revenge!
Phoenix: The fans have been waiting months to see Senecca get his hands on Meyer!
Senecca exits the ring and picks up the fallen Meyer. Meyer however, thumbs Senecca in the eye and rolls back into the ring. As Senecca lifts himself up onto the apron, Meyer comes in with a baseball slide to knock Senecca back outside the ring. Senecca has a hint of frustration in his eyes as he gets back up to his feet - but Meyer has already launched his next attack - as he dives through the middle ropes and takes out Senecca with a dive!
Jeffrey: What a fight this Gauntlet is turning out to be, and we just started!
On the outside, both Meyer and Senecca get to their feet slowly. The referee is at a count of four at this point. Meyer rolls back into the ring, but Senecca grabs him and pulls him back out, resetting the count. Seneccca grabs Meyer - and whips him into the steel steps! Meyer crashes hard and Senecca follows it up with a vicious kick to the head of Dirk Meyer! Senecca picks up Meyer and looks to throw him back into the ring, but suddenly, Meyer reverses, elbows Senecca in the face and takes him out with THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
Jeffrey: Meyer got him! Downward Spiral!
The referee counts 5 as Meyer attempts to lift the bigger man up and get him in the ring, wanting to finish him off with a pinfall, but Senecca is dead weight. At 7, Meyer takes a moment to get his breath back and decides he would rather just get a countout win and head back into the ring - but Senecca grabs his leg! Meyer fights back, kicking out at Senecca, but Senecca clings on for dear life as the ref counts 9.... 10!!
Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double countout, both Senecca and Dirk Meyer have been eliminated!
Roberts: Wow! These two were so focused on beating the hell out of eachother, they let the count get away from them! Now they've cost eachother his match!
On the outside, Dirk Meyer is irate at the ruling. He jumps up on the apron to protest with the referee. Meanwhile, Senecca gets back up slowly to his feet, using the barricade for support. Meyer eventually gives up on his protests and turns to Senecca, who is, despite disappointed in being eliminated, laughing at the expense of Dirk Meyer! Meyer runs down the steps and clotheslines Senecca and himself over the barricade!
Jeffrey: This isn't over, fellas!
Phoenix: Look at this, they are brawling through the crowd!!
White Senecca and Meyer continue to exchange blows in the crowd, "The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system.
Carson: On his way to the ring, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS ... CAIN!!
Rhys Cain comes out from behind the curtain all fired up. He stares down to the ring at the top of the ramp with some intensity, then he makes his way down to the ring, acknowledging the fans with nods, but staying true on his path down the centre of the ramp to the ring.
Phoenix: Well, Rhys Cain is entrant #3! He has been on a bit of a dull streak since losing the 4CW World Championship by his own admission! He's hoping to use this match to revitalise his career and reclaim the 4CW World Championship for a third time!
Jeffrey: We'll see if the midget can get it done - although based on the last few months, I doubt it!
Roberts: I would have thought after all these years, Jeffrey, you would have learned not to underestimate Cain.
Jeffrey: That's funny cos I would have thought after all these years, that you would have learned to SHUT UP, ROBERTS!
Cain enters the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, beats his chest and looks out across his "sea" of fans. Then he jumps down and turns his focus on the entrance ramp, for his opponent.
“Good Times” by Finger Eleven kicks in as Supreme takes to the entrance ramp with the biggest grin on his face. The crowd start to boo him because it’s Supreme, but for some reason, Supreme has the biggest smile on his face. He is wearing his typical Red and White wrestling pants that he’s always been known for.
Carson: And his opponent, hailing from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs … SUPREME!!!!!
He runs down the ramp attempting to give high fives to all the audience members as he goes by, but hardly a single person has their hand out because they are more shocked by this sudden change in demeanor to one of the biggest assholes in the company. He stops at a small child in the crowd and feels like he should give the kid something. Not really wearing anything extra, Supreme reaches into his pants, pulls out his nut cup and hands it to the kid. Security rushes over to restrain the boy’s father who tries to leap the barricade and attack Supreme in rage as Supreme continues to skip to the ring.
Phoenix: I’m … I’m not even sure what to make of this display from Supreme. He seems rather … chipper today?
Jeffery: Chipper is an understatement. We’ve known the guy wasn’t always mentally stable, but it seems like he’s lost his fucking mind.
Roberts: He just seems really happy to me. What’s wrong with being a little happy?
Both Jeffery and Phoenix stare at Roberts with confused looks on their faces as we go back to the action in the ring. Supreme comes in to the ring and heartily offers Rhys Cain a handshake. Rhys Cain, begrudgingly accepts the handshake and the two lock up in a grapple in the middle of the ring. Supreme transitions into a side headlock and wretches at Cain's neck, Cain elbows Supreme in the gut a few times and sends him to the ropes. Supreme ducks the clothesline on his return. He swings Cain around and sets him up for a suplex. Cain hooks the leg and goes for his own suplex. Supreme hooks the leg and Supreme pushes away Cain, who rolls back to his feet and the crowd applaud the early stalemate.
Phoenix: This is the feeling out process. Both men will be in no rush to take risks here!
Cain offers a test of strength to which Supreme accepts. They lock up and neither man gains an immediate advantage. Eventually though, Supreme overpowers Cain and sends him across the ring. Cain recovers and they lock up again, and this time, Cain is the one who overpowers and sends Supreme across the ring. After Supreme recovers, they both circle each other as the crowd cheer in anticipation.
Cain decides to become more aggressive and throws a few strikes at Supreme. He takes them well and retorts with some strikes of his own. Cain changes tact and whips Supreme to the ropes. He feigns going for a clothesline, which Supreme predictably ducks, and turns on a dime to take out Supreme with a superkick! Cain drops down and hooks the leg. 1...2... NO! Supreme kicks out!
Cain continues his offense, picking up Supreme and taking him out with a suplex. He holds on to Supreme though, and lifts him for a second, and then a third suplex!
Phoenix: Cain with the triple suplex combo!
Cain once again hooks the leg, and the ref counts. 1...2... but Supreme once again kicks out! Cain doesn't give Supreme a chance to recover and lifts him up again, taking him out with a DDT! Cain then goes to the top rope. He waits for Supreme to get back to his feet, and takes him out with a Diving Dropkick! Cain turns over and covers Supreme once again! 1... 2... NO! Kick out!
Roberts: Cain is going all out now and it's still not enough to put Supreme away!
Cain goes to the corner and signals to the crowd that it's time for DRAGON RAGE! He waits for Supreme to get up and then runs at him for the Busaiku Knee Kick - but Supreme sees it coming and sidesteps, sending Cain crashing to the mat! Cain gets back to his feet fairly quickly but Supreme pounces and hooks Cain's leg, hitting the Fisherman Suplex and holding it into a bridge!
Phoenix: There's the Supreme Annoyance! Is it enough to put away Cain! One... two... NO! Cain isn't done yet!
After the kickout, both men lay on the mat, exhausted. The crowd cheer in appreciation for their hard work and they both begin to stir and aim for opposite ropes to help hoist themselves to their feet. After a quick rest period, Cain runs at Supreme, but Supreme sidesteps again and sends Cain into the ringpost shoulder first! Supreme climbs and sits on the top turnbuckle, and grabs Cain.
Jeffrey: We know what's coming! Supreme is setting up for Supreme Impact!!
Supreme locks Cain into position, and launches himself off the turnbuckle - but Cain somehow manages to wriggle free and push off Supreme! This sends Supreme ass first as he cringes on landing. Cain taunts for Supreme to get up! Supreme struggles to his feet, holding his coccyx is agony. He turns to face Cain - and eats a BUSAIKU KNEE KICK!
Phoenix: DRAGON RAGE! Cain has hit Dragon Rage out of nowhere!!
Cain falls on top of Supreme and hook the leg. The referee slides in and counts. ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Supreme has been eliminated!
Cain rolls off Supreme and Supreme grimaces as he rolls out of the ring.
Phoenix: Well what a great contest! Cain is the winner and advances, but we've got a long way to go yet! And -- wait a minute -- I'm being told we have live footage - Meyer and Senecca - they are still going at it!!
"Human" by Rag'n'Bone Man hits the PA system. Boos break out for the arrival of the man known as Glock 9, black trench coat and all.
Carson: And on his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he stands at 6'6, and he is known as... GLOCK ... NINE!!
Glock 9 makes his way confidently down to the ring. He sneers at the fans as he passes, making sure none of them can reach him.
Phoenix: Well Cain's gotta be tired after that, and now he has to go against Glock Nine! We could see the end of the road for Cain here!
Jeffrey: There's no could about it! We will! Glock Nine is savage!
He takes his time as he strolls up to the ropes, does the leg-over climb into the ring, takes off his trench coat, walks a few paces around, then leans on the ropes. He shouts some unintelligable venom to the most raucous of the front row. Then he turns to face Rhys Cain, who has at this point recovered to the point where he is standing using the turnbuckle for leverage. Glock does look a little ruffled from his match earlier tonight but he looks in considerably better shape than Cain as he charges towards him. Glock grabs Cain and takes him out with an overhead belly to belly suplex!
Jeffrey: That's why Glock Nine is a beast! Did you see that?!
Glock Nine gets back up to his feet and grabs The Bruiser, whipping him into the turnbuckle. Glock charges after Cain and takes him out with a Stinger Splash and as Cain stumbles out of the corner, Glock grabs him and hits a German Suplex! Glock hooks the leg! 1... 2... NO! Cain kicks out! Glock continues his assault, delivering quick ground and pound punches to Cain in frustration before getting up and stomping him. Glock grabs Cain, sets him up, and takes him out with a Short-Arm clothesline! Glock once again covers! 1...2.. NO! Cain kicks out again!
Phoenix: It's been all Glock since he arrived in this match! I'm not sure how much Cain has left in him!
Glock Nine picks up Cain and throws him to the ropes. On his return, Cain eats a Big Boot! Glock signals it's time for the end and sets up Cain for the Last Ride! He lifts Cain up in the bomb position - but Cain starts to fight back, punching swiftly and desperately until Glock eventually lets go. Cain lands on his feet. While Glock is blinded, Cain gets in close, grips Glock, and hits the Side Effect! Cain stumbles back to his feet. Glock quickly get to his knees but Cain is quick to strike with the Enziguri!
Phoenix: Caput Draconis! Will that be enough to put away The Hollowpoint Bullet?!
Jeffrey: No way! Glock has got this!
Cain hooks the leg. 1...2....NO!! Glock powers out with a big kickout! Cain scrambles back to his feet as does Glock. Glock is quicker to strike and takes out Cain with a second big boot! Cain is out!! Glock hooks the leg!!
ONE... TWO... but Cain gets a FOOT ON THE ROPE!! Glock roars in frustration and grabs the exhausted Hall of Famer violently. Glock lifts his boot in Cain's face to set up for Count The Lights, but Cain slips out and leg sweeps Glock, knocking him down! Both men get back up at the same time and Cain slips behind, taking out Glock with a German Suplex of his own! Cain rolls around and jumps up on to the ropes to get back to his feet. Glock Nine stumbles up, a little worse for wear - and Cain runs at him - and HITS DRAGON RAGE!!
Phoenix: That's gotta be it!!
Jeffrey: Come on Glock!
Cain hooks the leg! The crowd loudly chant along! ONE.. TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Glock Nine has been eliminated!
Phoenix: And that's all she wrote for Glock Nine! Rhys Cain has survived his second opponent! But he still has plenty to go if he wants to win this match!
Jeffrey: This is an outrage!
Phoenix: I think Cain proved why he is one of the -- hey, wait a minute! Dammit, Glock's not done!
In the ring, furious with his loss, Glock Nine attacks Cain from behind. He slams him into the corner and stomps the shit out of him, stomping for nearly a full minute before picking him up and taking him out with the Count The Lights! Glock Nine marches up the ramp furiously and leaves Cain broken and battered in the ring. Glock goes through the curtain and Cain struggles to even get to all fours as the next opponent's music hits.
The lights all die down as a hush falls over the crowd. “Little Green Man” by Project 86 starts to play over the sound system as a spotlight illuminates a cloaked man on the top of the entrance ramp.
Phoenix: Wait a minute, that’s Supreme’s original entrance music. What the hell is this strange man doing using Supreme’s entrance music?
Jeffrey: I might be wrong, but is this that strange person that we saw earlier with that creepy promo about making a change to 4CW?
Just as the question is asked, the letters R-E-A-M-E-R blaze across the 4CWtron as the lights kick on full blast and the strange man removes his cloak to reveal … Supreme? Except, he is now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans in place of his more colorful attire that he normally wears. … and he’s holding a microphone.
Reamer: While I may be familiar to most of you, trust me. I’m not the man you think I am. The names Reamer, and as promised earlier in the night, I am here to make a change to 4CW. For too long this company has been run by waisted talent. Those that belong wrestling in bingo halls, not gracing the greatest stage in professional wrestling today. Worthless shits like Supreme that don’t deserve to lace up my boots, still have contracts here in 4CW, but tonight, starts a change to all of that. Tonight, the AGE OF REAMER BEGINS.
Roberts: Wait, why is Supreme calling himself Reamer here … and did he just refer to himself as useless? I have so many questions right now.
Jeffrey: When don’t you have a shit load of questions, you worthless sack of shit, but we don’t have time for that now. It looks like Reamer is taking to the ring and is getting himself involved in the 13 Ghost match.
Phoenix: But he can't do that! He was already eliminated earlier by Rhys Cain himself!
"Reamer" as Supreme has now been dubbed enters the ring. Cain is now on all fours and trying with all his might to get back up, but Reamer drives down some brutal hard shots to the skull of Cain. He grabs the fallen Bruiser, lifts himself up onto the turnbuckle - and hits the Diamond Dust!!
Phoenix: Supreme Impact by Reamer!! I don't believe this! He's going to eliminate Cain!
Reamer indeed hooks the leg and after threatening to referee, the ref comes down and counts. ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Rhys Cain has been eliminated!
Phoenix: Well, Cain will argue that he just got screwed! Why is Supreme allowed to compete twice?!
Jeffrey: You don't have to like it, Scott, but it's happening!
Roberts: And guys, we're getting more news from our feed - Meyer and Senecca are STILL going at it!
The lights begin to slowly dim, while the familiar sound of drums overtakes the arena. A hum precedes the lights fully turning off, before Volbeat's "A Warrior's Call" completely starts up, and the words "The Lord of the Ring" flash on the 4CWtron just as "Let's get ready to rumble!" echoes throughout the arena. The fans come to their feet as the single ding from the ring bell prompts a quick explosion of pyro, bringing the lights back on and the man known as Lord Skywolf onto the stage. Taking a moment to look over the crowd, he nods to himself, then raises a fist in the air, prompting one more round of pyro before beginning his walk to the ring. He has a mic in hand.
Skywolf: Supreme, this is the one night I get to wrestle in a big match and you have to go and be a dick about it! You already wrestled this match, and now you're out, so get out of this ring so I can enter!
Reamer grabs a mic from ringside.
Reamer: I am not Supreme. I am Reamer. If you want me to get out, all you have to do is beat me, Skywolf. Shouldn't be a problem, right?
Skywolf smirks.
Skywolf: Oh, that's the way you want it. You want a piece of The Unnatural Predator? OK. Let's do this.
Skywolf throws the mic and gets in the ring. He and Reamer face off and after the ref confirms with Skywolf this is allowed, he signals for the match to continue.
Phoenix: It looks like Supreme - or Reamer, as he claims he is now - has been allowed to compete again in this match! Of course, he's annoyed Skywolf to do that and I'm not sure how wise that will end up being for him!
Skywolf and Reamer lock up, and Reamer decides to slip out and deliver some mean elbows to the top of Skywolf's head. Skywolf stumbles back towards the corner and Reamer hits him with some knife edge chops and then a sidewalk slam! Reamer grabs the General Manager and sends him to the ropes and on his return, Reamer takes out Skywolf with a vicious lariat! He hooks the leg! 1... NO! Skywolf kicks out early. Reamer picks up Skywolf but Skywolf slips out of his grip, then grabs Reamer and hits a Gutwrench sidewalk slam! Skywolf hooks the leg. 1..2.. Reamer kicks out!
Roberts: Skywolf hit back bigger and better with that gutwrench!
Skywolf picks up Reamer and sends him to the corner. Reamer runs at Skywolf but Skywolf gets a foot up and Reamer eats boot. Reamer stumbles back and Skywolf advances with an Enziguri! Skywolf picks up Reamer and hoists him on the shoulders, then throws him off, converting into a powerslam for the Blackout!
Phoenix: Skywolf hits the Blackout! Will that be enough?
The ref slides in as Skywolf covers! One... two... NO!! Reamer kicks out! Skywolf grimaces in frustration but gets back to his feet and lifts Reamer to continue the onslaught. He kicks Reamer in the leg, then in the midsection, and finally, a kick straight to the head with Elevator Kicks! Skywolf lifts Reamer and throws him to the ropes. Skywolf launches at Reamer with a lariat, but Reamer sidesteps. Reamer grabs Skywolf and sets him up for a suplex. Skywolf weighs himself down and reverses the flow, hooking Reamer's leg, lifting for the DOUBLE ARM BRAINBUSTER!!
Jeffrey: DECAREERIFIER!! Skywolf has pulled out the ultimate weapon!
Phoenix: It looks like he might get it done!!
Skywolf covers, Reamer is out, the ref slides in and counts. ONE... TWO.... THRE---BUT REAMER LIFTS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! The referee is quick to point it out and Skywolf runs his hands through his hair, hardly believing his bad luck that he wasn't an inch further away from the ropes!
Skywolf slams the mat in determination and jumps back to his feet, albeit a little tired. He roughly grabs Reamer, who is almost dead weight, and drags him back up. Skywolf leaves Reamer standing groggily, then runs to the ropes, bounces back and hits a monster lariat! He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... NO! Reamer somehow kicks out! Skywolf, determined not to let his advantage slip, turns Reamer over into the Camel Clutch position, then locks in the full nelson!
Jeffrey: Hail to the Lord! It's all over! There's no way Reamer gets out of this lock!
Skywolf vigorously applies pressure on Reamer, who looks to be fading fast. Reamer starts to slump and the referee looks to be about to call it - when he suddenly gets a second wind, and starts moving again. Reamer starts roaring as he uses all of his strength to try and break out of the full nelson. With one final burst, he manages to break free. Reamer slips under Skywolf, flips him over and rolls him up!! As the referee counts, Reamer grabs a fistful of rope for extra leverage! ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Lord Skywolf has been eliminated!
Phoenix: I don't believe it! Reamer just stole one! Skywolf is out!
Jeffrey: It doesn't matter HOW you win, as long as you do!
Roberts: But who will Reamer line up against next?! He's already taken a fair beating!
"Almost Honest" by Megadeth hits the PA system. The raucous crowd tear apart the atmosphere with a tidal wave of boos for the former 4CW World Champion.
Carson: On his way to the ring, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 220lbs... JOOOOON ... VIPER!!
Viper comes down the ramp. He spits on the ramp and motions to a fan that's what he thinks of them and shouts some more obscenities as he makes his way down. A paper cup or two is thrown over but they miss Viper. He comes down to the bottom of the ring, he eyes up Reamer, then slides into the ring. Reamer immediately pounces on Viper, stomping away at the former champion before he even gets to his feet.
Roberts: Reamer is in a rush to get things started here! He's not wasting any time!
Reamer continues to stomp away at Viper then decides to choke him out with his boot. Reamer eventually picks up his opponent and throws him into the corner. Reamer takes out Viper with a clothesline in the corner and follows it up with a belly-to-belly before going for a quick cover! 1...2.. but no! Viper kicks out!
Jeffrey: It's gonna take more than a suplex to take out Viper! He's one mean bastard!
Reamer is quick to grab Viper again but Viper throws a few gut punches giving him a chance to execute a DDT! Viper gets up, with a scowl at being cheap shotted, and starts to stomp the crap out of Reamer in retaliation. Eventually the referee separates them and Viper acknowledges he will stop stomping him - and then does it all over again, stomping viciously! Only at the threat of disqualification does Viper retreat and instead pick up Reamer and take him out with a traditional suplex.
Viper picks up his opponent and sends him to the ropes and when Reamer comes back takes him out with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Viper covers! 1...2... but Reamer kicks out! Viper grins at this, like the idea of inflicting more punishment is a treat for him and he lifts Reamer again, this time underhooking both his arms and hitting a powerbomb! Viper hooks the leg again and the ref slides in. ONE... TWO... TH--- NO! Reamer still isn't done!
Roberts: I don't know where Reamer is finding the energy to make all these kick outs! He's taken an absolute beating tonight!
Viper picks up Reamer and sends him into the corner. He runs at Reamer and takes him out with a step up high knee! Reamer stumbles out - and eats a Bulldog for his troubles! Viper screams at Reamer to "GET UP!"... After a short while, Reamer does, and Viper lifts him up for the GTS! Reamer wriggles out, and grabs Viper from behind hitting a German Suplex! Reamer picks up Viper, hooks the leg, Fisherman Suplex into a bridge!
Jeffrey: And there's Supreme Annoyance!
The referee slides in to count ... ONE... TWO.... NO! Viper kicks out! Reamer, fraught with frustration, lifts Viper back up and sets up for a second Fisherman Suplex, but Viper reverses, hitting instead a spinning neckbreaker! Viper covers Reamer! ONE... TWO.... NO! Reamer kicks out! Both men lay inches away from each other, not able to move or stand. The referee starts to count. 1...2...3...4...5...6.....7.....8....Viper gets to his knees.... 9.... Reamer is almost to his feet.... the referee doesn't get to 10 as both men get up and immediately charge at eachother. Viper lifts Reamer on his shoulders, Reamer wriggles out, Reamer hits a massive elbow to the back of Viper's head, and then hits a German Suplex, holding it in a bridge! The referee counts! ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Jon Viper has been eliminated!
Jeffrey: Reamer wins again! I think he might just go all the way!
Phoenix: I think it's way too early to call it yet! We have so many huge challenges to come!
Roberts: And I hate to interrupt you, Scott, but we're getting more footage now - Senecca and Meyer - what havoc have they caused now??
Phoenix: The insanity continues! And here comes out next participant!
There's no music but instead thousands of five pound notes fall from the sky all around the arena. Fans start reaching up and grabbing the money.
Carson: And on his way to the ring, he is... JOEY JOE JOE... JUNIOR!!
Phoenix: I - well - he's certainly making an impact! It's raining money thanks to JJJJ.
Jeffrey: Of course he is! He's the best signing 4CW has ever made!
Roberts: Why are you so high on him all of a sudden?
Jeffrey: I don't know what you're talking about! This guy has been on my radar for years!
Roberts: What? Literally last week you asked me who this guy was.
Jeffrey: Well that's a lie, I don't talk to you outside of work.
Roberts: What? Wait - what's that on your wrist.
Jeffrey: Nothing
Roberts: Is that - is that a ROLEX? How the hell did you afford a rolex? I know you don't get paid more than Scott and he can't afford a rolex! Did this guy buy you a rolex to buy you?!
Jeffrey: What - I - Shut up Roberts, you don't half talk some bullshit!
By this time, JJJJ has reached the ring. He slides in and cockily taunts to the crowd, before turning to his opponent Reamer. Reamer, who is still worse for wear, struggles to his feet and JJJJ pulls a wad of tens out of his trunks and offers them to Reamer. Reamer looks at him stupid. JJJJ signals for Reamer to take the money, then lay down, and take the fall. Reamer grins, takes the money and nods. He puts the money in his own trunks - and then clothesline's JJJJ's neck from his head!
Phoenix: Well, it looks like Reamer took the bribe money - he didn't take the bribe, but he took the money!
Reamer picks up JJJJ and hits a standard suplex. He then picks up the rich rookie again and whips him into the corner. Reamer runs at his opponent but JJJJ gets a foot up and hits Reamer between the eyes.
Jeffrey: What amazing instinct by this incredible athlete!
Roberts: He reversed one move!
Reamer stumbles back and JJJJ runs forward and takes him down with a clothesline. Reamer isn't down long though, so JJJJ takes him out with a DDT. He hooks the leg. 1... but NO! Reamer kicks out early! JJJJ starts yelling at Reamer that he "didn't stick to the deal!" and tries to put his hands in Reamer's trunks to retrieve the bribe money, but Reamer rakes JJJJ in the eyes and kicks him in the head. Reamer gets back up to a standing position, pulls the money from his trunks, rams it in JJJJ's mouth - and literally kicks it down his throat with a superkick!
Jeffrey: He got his money back! JJJJ never gives up when he sets out to do something!
Roberts: He literally just had the ballsweat-riddled money shoved into his mouth.
JJJJ rolls over to the edge of the mat and spits out the cash, wiping his mouth as much as he can before Reamer picks him up to continue the assault. JJJJ stomps on Reamer's foot, then elbows him in the gut. JJJJ runs at the ropes and comes back with a lariat, taking out Reamer! He hooks the leg! 1...2... NO! Reamer kicks out. JJJJ gets to his feet and groggily grabs Reamer, putting him in the powerbomb position! He lifts Reamer up - but Reamer sends fists flying downwards and JJJJ drops him. They seperate, then collide, and Supreme knocks out JJJJ with a vicious spinning elbow! He hooks the leg!
ONE... TWO.... THREE!!
Carson: Joey Joe Joe Junior has been eliminated!
Reamer retreats to the ropes, absolutely shattered.
Phoenix: Another participant down at the hands of Reamer! But I'm not sure how long he can keep this up!
Jeffrey: I think we should all take a moment to appreciate JJJJ's performance.
Roberts: Give over, Ray. He's gone.
Jeffrey: Don't ever fucking call me Ray.
"His World" by Crush 40 blasts through the arena and the crowd liven up with a big pop at the first notes of the track.
Carson: On his way to the ring, from Augusta, Georgia, weighing in at 260lbs, JACOB... "THUNDERBOOOOLT" ... SCHARFF!!
Jacob Scharff comes out in a yellow hoodie, emblazoned on the back with a blue lightning bolt and makes a lightning bolt in the air with chops before heading to the ring.
Phoenix: Oh boy! Reamer's next opponent is Jacob Scharff! And this may be one opponent too many. This man is a 2x 4CW World Champion, a future 4CW Hall of Famer for sure, and Reamer now has to defeat him - after already beating four opponents!
Roberts: That's the nature of the beast that is the 13 Ghost Gauntlet!
Scharff gets into the ring and Reamer gets to a standing position. The ref signals for the match to continue and Scharff offers a test of strength. Reamer doesn't even acknowledge it, and out of determination, or maybe just sheer desperation, he spears Scharff to the mat. He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... NO! Scharff kicks out!
Phoenix: Reamer tried to catch Scharff off guard but the 11 year veteran is too good for that!
Scharff rolls out of Reamer's grasp and jumps back to his feet. Reamer follows but is too slow and eats a kick to the gut. He lifts Reamer up and throws him over with a fallaway slam! Scharff gets up and shakes the ropes vigorously and the crowd pop hard for the big face. Scharff stomps Reamer a couple times to stay on offense, then lifts Reamer and sends him to the ropes. Reamer ducks the oncoming clothesline, grabs Scharff and sends him to the ropes. Scharff also ducks the clothesline, bounces from the opposite ropes, comes back at Reamer and takes him out with a huge lariat! He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... NOT YET! Reamer kicks out!
Jeffrey: Reamer's still kicking out! What a machine!
Scharff gets back up and continues to be aggressive, lifting Reamer to his feet. Then, he steps back, and hits a Spinning Backfist! Reamer teeters, but before he can go down, Scharff spins him around, lifts him up, and takes out Reamer with a Widowmaker!! Scharff rolls over and hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... THR---NO!! Reamer kicks out yet again!!
Phoenix: Reamer has shown some incredible fortitude but each shot sends him closer to the end!
Scharff is back up on his feet and this moment, and he picks up Reamer. He hits Reamer with a knife edge chop. Reamer grimaces, then retaliates with one of his own! A second chop from Scharff! Second from Reamer! Third Scharff! Third Reamer! Scharff changes tact and instead delivers a right hand. Reamer retaliates. Scharff comes back with two right hands in quick succession. Reamer comes back with three. Scharff roars and comes back with five right hands and a spinning backfist!
Phoenix: What a vicious melee between these two! A flurry of strikes! Scharff has knocked down Reamer!!
Scharff pumps himself up and picks up Reamer - and hits an Angle Slam!! Reamer flies back and falls into the referee! Scharff barely aware of what's going on, rolls over and grabs Reamer, hooking the leg!
Phoenix: Scharff hit the Thunder Drop! This should be over! But he doesn't realise the ref has been knocked out!
The crowd count along the pinfall. One... two... three... four... but no ref is there to make the count! Scharff turns around and realises this and goes over to try and shake the ref awake. The referee however, is in dream land. Scharff goes back over to Reamer to deal more damage - but Reamer takes out Scharff with a low blow!!
Roberts: That damn cheater!!
Jeffrey: If there's no ref, it's not cheating!!
Scharff crumples, and Reamer crawls over, trying to get to his feet. Reamer grabs Scharff and drags him to the corner. Once there, he sits on the top turnbuckle, locks Scharff in position and hits the SUPREME IMPACT!! During all this, the referee stirs. Reamer crawls over and covers Scharff... a second passes with no count, the ref coming to, and then...
ONE... TWO... THREE!!!
Carson: Jacob Scharff has been eliminated!
Phoenix: While I don't agree with his methods, it's hard to argue Reamer is doing a good job holding on this long!
Roberts: I'd like to see him beat Scharff with a conscious ref!
Jeffrey: James, stop being a bitter baby.
"Numb" by Linkin Park suddenly blasts through the PA and the crowd start booing for the next participant.
Carson: Making his way to the ring, from Truro, England, weighing in at 14 stone, the man who once made a cow tap out, PHIL ... MCGROIN!!
McGroin comes down, looking quite beaten up from the Gallows Pole match. He doesn't bother taunting or anything and instead grimaces in pain as he heads to the ring.
Phoenix: Well, we're talking about Reamer's condition - but I don't know what kind of condition McGroin is in! He literally got hanged earlier!
McGroin gets into the ring, holding is neck still, rubbing it to try and ease the pain. Reamer looks at him from across the ring, once again resting up against the turnbuckle. McGroin decides it's best he makes the first move and advances on Reamer. He throws a few punches, wincing everytime he stretches his arm. Reamer starts to slump and McGroin continues to stomp, until Reamer is laying on the mat. McGroin then picks him up (with much difficulty) and hits a neckbreaker! McGroin covers Reamer. 1...2...NO! Reamer kicks out!
McGroin lifts up Reamer again, and sends him to the ropes. On Reamer's return, McGroin takes him out with a clothesline. McGroin looks up at the turnbuckle - and then goes over to make the climb! He takes a deep breath when in position and jumps off with a Moonsault! McGroin hits it perfectly and hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... NO! Reamer kicks out!
Jeffrey: What a moonsault!
Roberts: McGroin showing that as annoying as he is, he can go when he needs to!
McGroin goes to climb the turnbuckle for a second moonsault, but before he can get in position, Reamer knocks him down, and McGroin hits the mat. Reamer drops a few vicious elbows, then picks up McGroin and sends him to the ropes. On his return, Reamer slips behind McGroin and hits a German Suplex! He holds it in a bridge! ONE... TWO... TH--NO! McGroin kicks out. Reamer seems to get a third wind, having already had a second, and jumps back up to his feet. Adrenaline pumping, he hooks McGroin and hits a Fisherman's Suplex into a bridge!
Phoenix: Supreme Compromise! Is this it?!
The ref slides in to count. ONE.. TWO.. THREE!!
Carson: Phil McGroin has been eliminated!
Phoenix: Well, what do you know? Reamer survives again! There are three opponents left -- wait a second -- I don't believe this, but Dirk Meyer and Senecca are STILL going at it!!
"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin blasts through the arena. The 4CW World Champion gets a loud mixed reaction from the crowd.
The lights are lowered until music drops, then as music punches back up pyros go off and a video package showing Brian strength and abilities shows interspersed with a steam train running at full tilt along it's tracks.
Carson: On his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Tommy White, from Barry, South Wales, weighing in at 400lbs, he is the 4CW Universal and World Champion, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!
Phoenix: And here comes the 4CW World Champion! Earlier tonight, he succesfully defended the Universal Championship! Now he has to take out an exhausted Reamer and two others if he wants to walk out World Champion too!
Jeffrey: The Freight Train is going full steam ahead! I think we have our winner right here!
Roberts: Reamer keeps coming through some how, I think he might confirm a new World Champ by beating White right here!
Brian White and Tommy Young make their entrance, White ignores the crowed as he deliberately walks to the ring, stepping over the ropes, and music fades. Tommy saunters down with a smirk, ignoring the crowd the same as White, but stays on the outside of the ring. White hands both his belts to the referee, who takes them to ringside, and Reamer wastes no time in attacking, because all he has left is his adrenaline. He throws some wild rights but the fresh Brian White easily brushes them off and grabs Reamer, hitting a body slam! White grabs the former Custom Cup Champion again and lifts him, taking him out with a fallaway slam!
Phoenix: White has come out strong! He's all over Reamer!
White doesn't stop with the offense there. He grabs Reamer again and takes him out with a neckbreaker! He hooks the leg! 1...2...not yet! Reamer kicks out! White smirks at the fact Reamer still has fight left in him. He lifts Reamer and whips him to the ropes and on his return, Reamer eats a spinebuster! White hooks the leg again! 1...2...NO! Kickout!
Jeffrey: Not many people can take these power moves from White and kick out, let alone someone who's been wrestling what, 30 minutes??
White picks up Reamer, wanting to deal yet more damage, but Reamer gets a few gut shots in and gains some distance. White comes at him, but Reamer sidesteps and grabs White from behind with a German Suplex! Reamer gets up, holding his head groggily but nevertheless grabs White. He sets him up for a suplex - and LIFTS him with incredible strength - then DROPS HIM DOWN WITH A BRAINBUSTER!!
Phoenix: A savage Brainbuster from Reamer! He's pulling out all the stops!
Reamer crawls over and hooks the leg. The referee counts, ONE... TWO.... and Tommy Young puts White's foot on the rope!! The referee doesn't see White's interference but notices the boot on the rope at the last moment! Reamer leans over the ropes, screaming at Young all sorts of obscenities. White rolls away from Reamer and Reamer goes back to him and stomps White repeatedly all over. Young climbs up on the apron and starts screaming over to the referee. The referee comes over to tell Young to get off the apron.
Reamer decides after a few moments to take matters into his own hands! He runs at Young - and knocks him from the apron with a huge clothesline! Reamer turns back to White - who is up on his feet! He takes out Reamer with a clothesline of his own!! White grabs Reamer - lifts him up for the powerbomb -runs forward - and HITS THE TRAIN CRASH!! Reamer crumples! White pins!! The referee counts!! ONE... TWO... THREE!!!
Carson: Reamer has been eliminated!
Phoenix: Brian White was one opponent too many! Reamer is eliminated! And now you have to see White as the favourite, a man of his size, and he just needs to defeat two more opponents! One is Eddie Wolfbaine, the other Pilgrim Paige! Who is next - well, we will find out momentarily, as Dirk Meyer and Senecca have reached a whole new level of insane!
Phoenix: I think we can safely say that's all we'll be seeing of Senecca and Meyer tonight! Meyer went for a swim and Senecca got some measure of revenge!
The arena lights go out, as well as the 4CWTron, leaving everything in pitch black. A thick layer of purple fog begins to envelope the stage and ramp. Barely visible through the haze, at center stage, a small violet flame flickers in mid-air, providing a momentary glimpse of a woman's face. Suddenly, she blows the flame out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Where she'd been standing, a deep violet firework ascends out of the darkness and explodes overhead, creating a starburst pattern. The crowd pops. "The Astral Dialogue" by Agalloch blares through the PA system as Paige appears through the fog, wearing a black leather trenchcoat over her ring attire. The 4CWtron shows dark, stylized clips of Pilgrim Paige in various settings: descending the staircase of the Moontower; stoking her fire pit, etc. She throws her arm up and gives the sign of the horns while pumping her arm a few times.
Carson: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Newfoundland, Canada and now residing on... The DAAARK Side of the MOOOON... weighing in at 134 pounds... she is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion ... PILGRIIIM PAAAIIIGE!
Phoenix: It's Paige! She and White as we all know have a lot of history and this is a war waiting to happen!
Roberts: Both these competitors have wrestled earlier tonight already - and you know that will take a toll - but relative to Reamer, they are fresh and ready to go!
Phoenix: I'm being told Paige has come out alone because of Tommy Young's actions! All ringside support has been banned for the remainder of this match!
Jeffrey: As feisty as Paige is, and as much as I love that, she went through hell earlier! Didn't even finish the match! So how will she fare now against this monster?
After a brief scan of her surroundings, the song's beat picks up with a growling vocalization and she takes off running through the fog down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and arising swiftly from the canvas. After removing her coat and tossing it to ringside. The lights return to normal as she commences running the ropes. White stares down Paige as she does this.
Eventually she turns to face White and they have a brief face off before Paige starts throwing strikes! Paige sends a flurry of lefts, rights and kicks, doing anything she can to hinder the 400lbs mammoth in front of her. She makes White retreat in the corner, but eventually, he brushes her off and slaps her. Hard.
Jeffrey: What a shot by The Freight Train!
Paige stumbles back, holding her face like she just got hit by a washing machine. White advances and wipes out Paige with a big boot! He then goes to the ropes, comes back and hits a HUGE leg drop! White hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... NO! Paige kicks out! White growls as he picks up Paige again like she is an empty bag and grabs her by the jaw badmouthing her. Paige retaliates with a slap to the face, then hits White with a Sitout Jawbreaker! Paige finds some momentum from deep down and runs to the corner climbing the turnbuckle! She jumps down - and hits the FOOTPRINTS ON THE MOON stomp straight to White's chest!
Phoenix: Paige is walking on the moon! Can she get the fall?!
The referee slides in. ONE... TWO... NO! White kicks out! Paige slaps the mat in frustration but shakes off the cobwebs and gets back up to her feet, climbing the turnbuckle again. White makes his way up to a standing position and Paige jumps off hitting a Diving Dropkick! White falls back into the corner. Paige gets up and advances. She unleashes a flurry of kicks to White before backing away, unleashing a primal scream, and hitting a running Enziguri!!
Roberts: Paige has drawn on the madness of the moon! Can she find a way to win this?
Pilgrim Paige gets back up and climbs the top rope once again. She stands on the turnbuckle and signals she's going for the big one!!
Phoenix: Could we about to see the Pilgrimage to the Stars?!
Paige launches off and hits White with the Shooting Star Press!! Paige scrambles, finds White and hooks the leg - but Young once again jumps on the apron and screams at the referee. The referee approaches Young, and motions for Young to GET OUTTA HERE!! Young protests but drops down and the ref quickly slides in to count the fall! ONE.. TWO... THRE--NOO!!! WHITE KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST NANOSECOND!
Phoenix: I don't believe it! White kicked out!
Jeffrey: Being a 400lbs monster has its advantages! He absorbed the impact and found a way to kick out!
Roberts: I'm not sure he'd have been able to kick out if the ref wasn't momentarily distracted!
Pilgrim Paige looks stressed at her big move not delivering and gets back up, taking a moment to recollect her thoughts and maybe catch her breath. She waits as White slowly but surely gets to his knees and then back to his feet, before running at him and launching a cross body - but White catches her in mid-air! White hoists Paige up on his shoulder and hits a running powerslam! He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... TH--NO! Paige kicks out!
White lifts the Lunar Pilgrim and sends her to the ropes. Paige however jumps up and takes out White with a hurricanrana! White gets quickly back up and Paige goes for another running cross body, this time taking out White. White doesn't stay down long though and Paige tries for a scissors DDT - but White pushes her away and sends Paige across the ring. Paige climbs the top rope, her adrenaline pumping, but suddenly, her leg buckles underneath her! Then, without warning, she plummets down to the mat, crashing hard! White sees this and puts himself in a good position. White cups his hands as he goes into the corner, shouts "Woo Woo!" and when Paige gets to her feet- delivers a DEVASTATING SPEAR!!
Jeffrey: Runaway Train!! Paige is broken in half!!
White hooks the leg. ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Pilgrim Paige has been eliminated!
Roberts: And there goes Paige! It's down to two! Brian White and the final entrant!
“The song that angels sing
The spell that calls The Gathering
The magic that might bring
Eternal life, The Gathering”
The stage explodes in pyro as Delain’s “The Gathering” hits. Eddie Wolfbaine walks onto the stage and pauses at the top of the ramp. Some fog machines then turn on, completely obscuring him. After a few moments, a pair of unseen fans come to life, immediately blowing all of the fog and smoke away. Eddie looks up and raises his arms, yelling back at the crowd as the video screen simply reads “Wolfbaine”.
Carson: And finally, on his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 230lbs, EDDIE ... WOLFBAAAINE!!
Phoenix: This is interesting! These two fought earlier tonight for the Universal Title and it was White who came out on top! Now they do battle for the 4CW World Championship! This is it! The final stretch of the 13 Ghost Gauntlet!
Wolfbaine slaps a few hands as he walks down the ramp before rolling into the ring. He climbs onto the middle rope, halfway between turnbuckles, yelling back at the crowd once more before leaping off and turning to face his opponent, for the second time tonight, Brian White.
Phoenix: It's Brian White vs Eddie Wolfbaine! Here we go!
Roberts: Wolfbaine will feel like he has a lot to prove after that somewhat sudden loss earlier tonight! He cannot be outsmarted again!
Jeffrey: But he will be! White is here to dominate and he's done nothing but that tonight! All he's gotta do is beat a guy he already beat earlier and he's won!
There is no build up. The two finalists immediately explode in the middle of the ring with a flurry of lefts and rights. Wolfbaine gains some ground with some vicious European Uppercuts, but White replies with equally vicious forearms! White whips Wolfbaine and takes him out with a hip toss on his return. Wolfbaine jumps back up determined not to fall behind and White picks him up and throws him with a fallaway slam! White roars, then lifts up Wolfbaine and locks in the Bear Hug! White squeezes the life out of Wolfbaine, shaking him like a rag doll!
Phoenix: Wolfbaine needs to get out of this fast!
Luckily, he does. With some well placed elbows to the cranium, White releases Wolfbaine, who grabs White and hits a snap suplex (or as snap as a 400lb suplex can be). White doesn't stay down long, but Wolfbaine jumps back on him with a DDT and covers! ONE... TWO... NO! Kickout! Wolfbaine grabs the 4CW World Champion and with some effort whips him to the ropes. White however, reverses the momentum, sending Wolfbaine instead and taking him out with a Spinebuster! White continues his onslaught with a quick body slam, and then lands an elbow down directly on to Wolfbaine's ankle! White then grabs Wolfbaine by said ankle and applies the Ankle Lock! White applies pressure, and Wolfbaine thrashes around, trying to reach the ropes, but to no avail.
Jeffrey: White has that Ankle Lock in tight! Wolfbaine may tap right here!!
Wolfbaine considers it, for the briefest of moments, before finding the momentum to roll his way out of the Ankle Lock, sending White flying! Both men rush to their feet, Wolfbaine limping, and Wolfbaine takes out the Freight Train with the Hammerspace Lariat!
Phoenix: What a momentum-swinging lariat! Can Wolfbaine find something here?!
Wolfbaine props up White as White starts to get back up to his feet, then grabs him from the right angle, and hits the Inverted Snapmare Driver!
Roberts: Crescent Scythe from Wolfbaine! It could be all over!
Jeffrey: COME ON FREIGHT TRAIN!
Wolfbaine crawls over and covers the big man! ONE... TWO... THR--NO! WHITE KICKS OUT AGAIN! Wolfbaine looks exasperated and looks to give some thought on his next move as he uses the ropes to get back to his feet. White emerges from the abyss of the mat and Wolfbaine pounces - he grabs White's arms and wraps them into a straight jacket lock, then uses his right knee to deliver a lungblower from behind! Wolfbaine hits Stiletto! He jumps back up to his feet, the crowd nuclear at this point, almost an hour into the 13 Ghost Gauntlet!
Phoenix: The roof has blown off this place!! Wolfbaine is looking for one big move to put away the champ!
Wolfbaine grabs White and lifts him up. He kicks White in the gut, sets him up and turns him over - and INCREDIBLY lifts the 400lb goliath up into the air for a VERTEBREAKER!!!! WHITE CRASHES HARD!! Wolfbaine releases and rolls over, too exhausted to even make a cover immediately.
Phoenix: OH MY GOD!! Wolfbaine needs to make the cover!! HE'S INCHES AWAY!!
Wolfbaine finds some momentum from deep down and leaps forward COVERING BRIAN WHITE!
ONE... TWO.... THRE--- NO!! WHITE KICKS OUT!!
Roberts: White isn't human! How the hell did he kick out of that!?! WHAT A MONSTER!!
Phoenix: Incredible!! And this match continues!!
For a long time neither man moves. The referee waits patiently, giving the two warriors the respect they deserve, for them to recover. The crowd is palpable, the tension thick, the adrenaline flooding the arena. Wolfbaine is the first to move. White closely follows. Wolfbaine gets to his feet as White is on his knees. He stumbles over, barely conscious, and picks up the big man. White however punches Wolfbaine in the gut and whips him to the corner! White roars and runs at Wolfbaine - and hits the Stinger Splash!! Wolfbaine stumbles out, White lifts up the 4CW Hall of Famer, and locks him in a Backbreaker Rack!!
Jeffrey: YES! White locks in Crossrail! He's going to make history right here!!
Phoenix: I'm not sure how much energy Wolfbaine even has left but either he gets out of this or he breaks in half!! Something's gotta give!
White wrenches and jumps on the spot, wrecking Wolfbaine's back as he screams in anguish. Wolfbaine tries to punch and kick his way out in his limited position but White continues to apply pressure!! Wolfbaine eventually does catch White though, with a rogue elbow to the eyes!! White drops Wolfbaine, who lands, sheepishly, on his feet! White turns, blinded! Wolfbaine picks him up WITH INCREDIBLE STRENGTH on his shoulders! Wolfbaine then RUNS WITH WHITE ON HIS SHOULDERS - AND LAUNCHES HIM OFF - DEATH VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE MIDDLE BUCKLE!!!
Phoenix: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! EL VALLE DEL LOBO!!!! WOLFBAINE HITS EL VALLE DEL LOBO!!
Roberts: COVER HIM, EDDIE!
White CRUMPLES! Wolfbaine COLLAPSES - ON TOP OF WHITE!!!
ONE... TWO... THREE!!!!
Carson: Here is your 13 Ghost Gauntlet WINNER and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW 4CW WORLD CHAMPION, EDDIE ... WOOOOOLFBAAAAAAINE!!!!
Wolfbaine rolls off White and crawls up to his knees. Overcome with emotion, he buries his head into the mat. He then punches the mat with both hands and comes back up, still kneeling, raising his arms in victory!! His eyes closed, the confetti starts to fall from all around the arena. The crowd are so loud they have become white noise.
Phoenix: EDDIE WOLFBAINE HAS DONE IT!! EDDIE WOLFBAINE IS NOW A 2-TIME 13 GHOST WINNER!! EDDIE WOLFBAINE IS NOW A 2-TIME 4CW WORLD CHAMPION!!
Jeffrey: You know what, White may have lost, but what an ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE match! From start to finish! And boy do White and Wolfbaine know how to finish a match!!
Roberts: What a fantastic night! What a fantastic return of the 13 Ghost Gauntlet! And after that performance, what a FANTASTIC 4CW World Champion!!
Phoenix: History has been made tonight! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us, until next time, THIS IS.. 4... C....W!!
Wolfbaine inside the ring climbs the turnbuckle, having now been handed the title and finds the strength for one more arm lift, holding the title high, a wave of euphoria and a buzz of intensity closing the show as we fade to black celebrating our NEW World Champion!!
Quick Results:
-Pilgrim Paige vs Jacob Scharff ended in a No Contest. Graveyard by Moonlight match. Pilgrim Paige retains the 4CW Custom Cup Championship.
-Brian White def Eddie Wolfbaine to retain the 4CW Universal Championship.
-Glock Nine def Phil McGroin in a Gallows Pole match.
-Eddie Wolfbaine won the 13 Ghost Gauntlet and the 4CW World Championship, last eliminating Brian White.
RP Judges:
Rhys
Writing Credit:
Graveyard by Moonlight Custom Cup Title - Paige
Shadowy Man Segment - Reamer
White vs Wolfbaine Universal Title - Rhys
Glock vs McGroin Gallows Pole - Rhys
13 Ghost Gauntlet - Rhys [also Reamer (for Supreme/Reamer entrances) and RD (for S&M Brawls)]
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