4CW Storm Front - Feb 3, 2019

4CW Presents... Storm Front
February 3rd, 2019
Live from the Enterprise Center in St Louis, Missouri
Att: 18,201

The show starts with a cold open. No video package intro, but instead, Sery speaking in an office to the viewer.

Sery: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to the first 4CW Storm Front of 2019! Tonight, the Stormchaser begins and the contract will be signed for the Revival main event... however, I am here to discuss one Rhys Cain. At WAR, he brutally attacked new superstar Willow the Widow during one of her marionette shows. He also assaulted security, referees, Scott Phoenix and myself - and so, I had no choice but to fire him on the spot.

Sery sighs.

Sery: I went to see Willow the Widow in hospital. She will not be here tonight. She has suffered a concussion and has a nasty gash that is healing above her eye, but she will be back, next month at Storm Front: Massacre! Willow only had one thing to say to me... she asked... well she insisted, actually... that Rhys Cain NOT be fired. Instead she wants to take on Cain at Massacre! Now I commend her unbreaking spirit and since she was the one who was wronged... I've decided to give her exactly what she wants! So at Massacre, Willow the Widow will get Rhys Cain one on one! And... despite my personal opinion... I have decided that Rhys Cain is immediately reinstated as a member of the 4CW roster!

Sery looks frustrated at this but tries to let it slide to continue his speech.

Sery: Thank you for your time, I hope you enjoy tonight's show and the year to come!

We then cut to the arena, where the usual pyro is set off and "Vertigo" by Eclipse plays. Scott Phoenix is the first voice we hear on the air.

Phoenix: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to 4CW Storm Front! Welcome to 2019! I'm Scott Phoenix alongside my broadcast partners as always, James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey!

"As I Am" by Dream Theater blasts through the PA system. The crowd buzz with curiosity as the song plays, with a flashing red, green and dark blue lights, that merge on the stage to form a glowing spotlight. Behind them, the LED board shows black flames shooting up.

Don't
Tell me what's in
Tell me how to write
Don't tell me how to win this
Fight.
Isn't your life
It isn't your right
To take the only thing that's
Mine.
Proven over time
It's over your head
Don't try to read between
The Lines
Are clearly defined
Never lose sight of something
You believe in.

Rhys Cain steps out from behind the curtain and the crowd suddenly come alive with raucous hostility. The boos around the arena buzz like a swarm of angry bees. Rhys Cain stands on the stage in a long, black ornate leather coat, his eyes closed and head bowed, accepting the greeting from the crowd as a necessary burden.

I've been trying
To justify you.
In the end I will
Just defy you.

Rhys Cain starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring. Fans from either side are leaned so far over the barricade it's a wonder they don't fall over, the pain of heartbreak, betrayal and disgust in their eyes. Several paper cups fly over and hit Cain, on the shoulder and the head. He doesn't react but instead continues to walk down staring at the ring with a stoic expression.

To those who understand,
I extend my hand.
To the doubtful I demand
Take me as I am.
Not under your command,
I know where I stand.
I won't change to fit your plan.
Take me as I am.

Rhys Cain reaches the ringsteps and climbs up, the mic in his hand now visible. He steps through the ropes and looks around, the boos and frantic jeering from the crowd even more intense and terrifying when the music cuts out. Rhys Cain steps forward and puts the mic to his mouth, and there's a nuclear bomb of heat so loud that whatever attempts at speech he made were lost to the fury of the crowd. Cain regains his composure, smiling wryly to himself, and then tries again.

Cain: You can be as loud as you want but I will be here until I have been able to say what I want to say.

The crowd continue as loudly as ever, defiant in their new-found hatred for the hero that betrayed them. Cain points up to the speakers.

Cain: You heard that right? To those who understand, I extend my hand. To the doubtful I demand, Take me as I am.

The boos only get louder, and a chant breaks out of "FUCK YOU BRUISER" *clap clap clapclapclap*. Cain shakes his head condescendingly and smirks.

Cain: Let me introduce the people who understand. The people to whom I have indeed extended my hand...

Cain motions for the stage and "Black Flame" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system. To more boos from the crowd, Erica Moxie comes out alongside Garret Fischer and Bruce Rigg of The Liberation, and finally, Cain's brother and 4CW alumni, Zephyris. The four of them walk down through the the miasma of verbal venom from the crowd with the same stoic expressions. They all slide and roll into the ring and take positions around Cain.

Cain: I've always been a man of my actions. I've always stood up for what I believe in and I've always been very vocal about it. So I was utterly bewildered when for the past month on my social media, or at my local school where I pick up my kid, or at my wrestling school, I was bombarded by everyone and their mother. It seems, that my actions at WAR were frowned upon by many, and I don't really understand why.

An outbreak of shocked groans echo around the arena.

Phoenix: Rhys Cain has to be kidding, right? At WAR he took things too far. WAY too far. He wouldn't even be here tonight if it wasn't for Willow the Widow's insistence that he not be suspended or fired.

Cain: See, I've always been a man of the people. Ever since I debuted here in 2009, I fought for what was right with the backing of the 4CW Universe. They got me through some rough times. The whole Carstein business, my two climbs to the top of the mountain as World Champion, always there, at my side. Even up until last month, where Team Cain went to WAR with Team Valentine. Not because we wanted to; but because it was the right thing to do.

Cain pauses for a moment.

Cain: And anytime someone has disrespected me or attacked me, I've always had you guys behind me... So when this all started back at Gallows End, when I was sitting in the middle of the ring, devastated over losing once again to Jack Valentine, topping off what had been a fairly unsuccessful year for me, and Willow the Widow as she calls herself, disrespected me by interrupting with her little puppet show, I was annoyed for sure. But I knew that I wasn't in the right frame of mind after my loss, so I let it go, because I'm a good man and I turn the other cheek where possible.

Roberts: *scoffs* I can't believe this guy.

Cain: After that, I got involved with Valentine again for WAR, and our teams were lined up... we went to WAR and we put it all on the line out there! But I couldn't help but notice, on the way to WAR, that on the sidelines, Willow had found a new friend. I saw her, with Marie Dubois, just for a moment and I knew that no good would come of it.
At WAR, my team gave it all they had as did I... and it kills me to say it wasn't enough...

A mocking cheer erupts from the crowd.

Cain: ...but then, directly after suffering that loss, I go to the back... and what do I see? Willow's little puppet show had found a new story... my story... and there was no cause for it, no maliciousness for my part, and here she was, dredging up crap from the past, crap that you fans stuck by me through. She was mocking my struggles. She was calling me out, in the most disrespectful way possible, like I wasn't a Hall of Famer, like I didn't pave the way for her to even be in the ring... and there she is, in the ring, mocking, digging, scratching... and what was I supposed to do? Sit in the back and allow her to become famous at my expense? Let her tell the twisted version of the truth that allows her to tell a better story, all while sacrificing my reputation as a man?

Cain thinks for a moment, then shrugs.

Cain: Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a humble guy. I don't like to brag about my accomplishments, but I am proud of them. If Willow wanted to make a name for herself and become part of my storied career, all she had to do was ask. I would have gone toe to toe in the ring to find out who the better competitor is... but she instead resorted to making it... personal...

At this point, Cain gets drowned out by another chant of "YOU'RE AN ASS-HOLE!" *clap clap clapclapclap*.

Phoenix: Oh, come on! I don't know how much longer I can listen to this crap! Willow the Widow was telling the story of a great rivalry in 4CW history! She told both sides! She wasn't mocking anyone! And I'll tell you another thing, I've always had respect for what Cain can do in that ring, and I forgave, but I did not forget when HE attacked ME in 2014! So Cain can act all righteous if he wants, but the fact is, the dark side we saw in him last month has always been brewing under the surface! And this time, I will not forget, or forgive, because what he did to that woman was atrocious!
Jeffrey: I'm not agreeing with what he did, Scott, but Willow is a wrestler, you can't complain about a woman -
Phoenix: It has nothing to do with her being a woman! Cain went way too far, she wasn't even conscious! He could have *killed* her! If it was a male superstar, I'd be saying the same!

Cain: No, I'm not an asshole, like you're chanting passionately... I had to do what I always do... and as the great Albus Dumbledore, who I find to be a great personification of the same values I hold, once said, "...there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.”

Jeffrey: Did he just say Albus Dumbledore?
Roberts: He definitely did.

Cain: See, despite my unfortunate win-loss record this year, the fire that burns endlessly inside me has not extinguished... and it burned even after that loss at WAR... and that fire needed me to go out there and defend my honour. So that's what we did. Through the haze of black smoke that was the 4CW Universe, now cheering, entertained by the Willow's tales, betraying their hero, The Flame burned. And I learned two things as I put Willow the Widow down into the mat where she belonged...

Another surge of boos from the crowd.

Cain: One, that sometimes, the people you need to save will not understand what is best for them. They will fight against you, they will reject you... and two, that despite that, you have to take the black smoke, and let it fuel the flame... and help them regardless. So that's what I did. I became The Black Flame... and so did the people who believe in me. The people that stand behind me right now. Erica Moxie. The Liberation. Zephyris. The world's most dangerous and elite alliance. A group I have personally molded into what they have become. I am The Black Flame... and so are they, forever burning with me.

The five of them stand together and stare into the camera. The crowd continue to boo. Some paper cups make it over the top rope and into the ring, along with a roll of toilet roll that gets caught on the top rope. Cain laughs.

Cain: So for everyone who has asked me "why did you do it?", my answer is simple. I did it to help you. I did it.. because it was the right thing to do. Because I am the hero you need, even when you don't realise it. I have a new focus, a new drive. I will climb the top of the 4CW mountain again and dominate this world - my world - as 4CW World Champion... but first... I have a more pressing matter to attend to...

Cain: Willow the Widow likes to tell stories. Likes to shed light on the past. Likes to ... get to know people. Well, the only thing I was unable to do at WAR was unmask the devil and find out, who Willow really is? What's she hiding? Or is she simply nothing, a meandering spirit, who has simply worn a disguise that means more than she ever did?

The boos rise to a fever pitch at the continued insults after injury to Willow.

Cain: ...But I will find out. I will find you Willow, the real you, and I will expose her to the world. Willow, we will meet in that ring at Massacre and I will expose your hopes and dreams... your fears... your skeletons... and leave you as nothing but ashes... you will be left cold and dark and empty. You will be extinguished. And The Black Flame will consume everything.

Cain drops the mic and "Black Flame" hits the PA system again. Cain beats his chest multiple times as he approaches the ropes, screaming about consuming everything.

Phoenix: Personally, I hope Willow the Widow gives Cain the fight of his life and humiliates him like he humiliated her!
Roberts: Cain has a new moniker, a new faction and a new mission. His one unaltering goal right now is to, in his words, expose the mysterious Willow the Widow!

Suddenly, "Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin blasts through the speakers. The crowd let out a huge pop as "The Freight Train" and 4CW Universal Champion Brian White comes out on stage. He has a mic in hand and stares right at Cain. Given the amount of people in the ring with Cain, it seems White has left Miss Teri backstage this time.

White: You know what Cain, I've had a lot of respect for you these past few years, the matches we've had, the history we've made, hell, I even tried that Carstein bullshit on you myself!

The crowd cheer, remembering the duels these two fought.

White: And though we haven't always seen eye to eye, there has always been a sense of honour between us. The better man wins on the night. So Rhys, when did you lose your honour? When did you allow yourself to be broken so that a rag tag group of yesterday's champions and mercs could beat “The Worlds Most Dangerous And Elite Alliance”?

White smirks as Cain's expression tightens at the reminder of his most recent loss. White begins to pace the stage.

White: You see, I never meant to become some sort of hero to these people myself, never meant to become some kind of moral compass for this roster, but the shit you just pulled against another member of this roster does remind me of a situation the other year... Hmmmm, what was it.... Oh yeah, When Paige and her group of mad women tossed Sery off the top of a three tier cage, nearly costing him his life, let alone his career! And you remember how that whole thing turned out, do ya? If I remember correctly, it ended when I and my team put Paige on the injured reserve list for six months!

Again the crowd's cheers wash out the sound of the PA to the point of White having to wait. Cain is still standing facing the stage at the rope, an apparent picture of calm, but his eyes tell a different story.

White: So, it seems I have another arrogant and presumptuous bastard to knock some sense into, and you know what, what's the point in waitin'!
Cain: Brian, Brian, Brian... did you not just listen to a single word I said? I have bigger fish to fry than having a match with you. I'm only gonna ask you nicely once to stay the hell out of my business, buddy. Understand?
White: Hah! Yeah, some bull shit about being the hero we need. And you even quoted Harry fuckin Potter! How old are you, twelve?!

White chuckles into the microphone as the crowd jeers and laughs at Cain.

Cain: I don't expect a meathead like you to appreciate good literature. For one, you have to be able to read.
White: Tell ya what, kiddo, why don't we make it interestin', a little bit more fun. I'll put my title on the line. You and me, one on one, for the Universal Title. May the best man win, just like old times....
Cain: Well, that's a very interesting proposition. I'll tell you what, if you can get past The Black Flame *motions to his faction mates* and into this ring, then we'll have that match.

White looks at the men and women standing behind their leader and smirks.

White: You really think these children will stop me from getting my hands on you? Do you know who I am? I'm the Freight Train, bitch!

Brian White throws the microphone and storms down the ramp. The Black Flame members all exit the ring and head up the ramp! White breaks into a run and takes out Fischer and Moxie with a double clothesline! Rigg and Zephyris lay the shots down on White with lefts and rights, but White grabs Zephyris and headbutts him to the ground!

Phoenix: The Freight Train is coming through!

White slips behind Rigg and takes him out with a German Suplex on the ramp!

Roberts: German Suplex! White has taken them all out!

White then storms into the ring and hands his belt to the referee Jason Trent! The Black Flame start to recoup on the outside and head towards the ring, but Cain gives them a signal and the stop and retreat up the ramp, going backstage. The referee calls for the bell!

Phoenix: Well it certainly appears like Cain is gonna face White man to man. Interesting.

Cain and White circle the ring for a few moments and then waste no more time in clashing in the middle of the ring. White wins the grapple with relative ease and throws Cain back. Cain flips backwards and crashes on the mat. Embarrassed, he jumps back up and attempts another grapple, but at the last moment he stamps on White’s foot and kicks him in the gut, causing White to keel over.

Cain sends White to the ropes. Cain attempts hitting a dropkick but White is ready and swipes away Cain’s legs in mid-air, causing Cain to crash on to the mat. White grabs Cain and lifts him up before taking him out with a Body Slam! White gets back up and grabs Cain quickly, hitting this time a belly to belly suplex! White still isn’t done with Cain and when Cain stumbles back up to his feet White takes him out with a Spinebuster!

White covers Cain and the ref counts... 1...2...no! Cain kicks out!

Phoenix: Brian White is manhandling Cain and giving him the beating he deserves!
Jeffrey: It’s not like you to be so biased, Scott.
Phoenix: Well, I fancied a change.
Jeffrey: I like it!

White picks up Cain when suddenly Cain wriggles out of his grip and takes out White’s left leg! White goes down and Cain stomps the hell out of his leg! Cain then rolls out of the ring and grabs White’s leg, pulling it towards the ring post. Then Cain swings the leg and smashes the knee into the ring post!

Cain screams at White and smashes the knee into the ring post a second time! Cain rolls back into the ring. He grabs White’s legs and lifts them up, and then with incredible effort, turns the Universal Champion on his belly for the Boston Crab!

Jeffrey: Cain has the back snap locked in! That’ll destroy White’s back but also his knee! Cain’s trying to get more torque!

Struggling to keep the hold on a man the size or a White, Cain applies more pressure as the big man writhes in agony while stretching for the ropes.

Cain’s hand slips for a moment and it’s enough for White to shake himself free and clamour over grabbing the ropes! The referee comes in to break the hold completely.

Phoenix: White escapes this time!

Cain rests against the ropes for a moment and then continues the attack. He stomps White a few times including a big one to the face and then moves over to the other side of the ring, lining up White. Clutching his face, White gets to his feet, oblivious to Cain. Cain runs towards White to hit Dragon Rage - but White’s quick instincts lifts a boot with hits Cain square in the chest and knocks him flat! White covers! 1...2...no! Cain kicks out!

White roars with frustration at having not put Cain away. He jumps to his feet and lifts Cain and throws him violently across the ring like a rag doll. White then grabs Cain again and lifts him up into the Backbreaker Rack!

Phoenix: White locks in the Crossrail! ...but look at this, his knee has given way!

White collapses to one knee and drops Cain. Cain runs to the ropes and comes back and hits an Enziguri!

Phoenix: Caput Draconis!

Cain pins White! 1... 2... NO! White kicks out! Cain rolls away from White and uses the ropes to get up. White also gets to his feet around the same time and Cain runs at him with a clothesline. White doesn’t budge and glares at Cain!

Roberts: Oh no! White has had enough!

White grabs Cain and throws him into the corner. White then runs after Cain and hits the Stinger Splash! Cain falls away from the corner and struggles back to his feet, barely able to stand.

White kicks Cain in the gut and lifts him up into a Powerbomb! White runs forward and Cain wriggles free, with White’s knee giving way again! Cain stumbles away and hits the referee inadvertently, knocking him out of the ring!

Phoenix: The referee just got knocked into! Who’s gonna call the match now?

The moment Cain notices the predicament, he turns around, falls to his knees and LOW BLOWS White! Cain then sends a signal towards the ramp! Suddenly The Liberation are sprinting down to the ring! Rigg And Fischer roll into the ring. They both lift White up for a double Suplex!

Phoenix: What the hell is this!? Get the hell out of here you idiots!
Roberts: Cain called for help and the referee is down!

Fischer climbs the top rope! He flies through the air and hits a Shooting Star Press!!

Phoenix: No! The Rotterdam Raven flies and hits Quote The Raven! White is out! This is ridiculous!

Cain rolls over and hooks White’s leg as The Liberation escape the ring and flee up the ramp. It takes the ref a few seconds to come to - but he does! Jason Trent rolls into the ring and counts the fall!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and the NEEEEW 4CW Universal Champion, The Black Flaaaame.... RHYS ... CAAAIN!!

Phoenix:NO! Not like this, dammit!
Roberts: I don’t believe it! Cain is the Champion!
Jeffrey:Whaddya know, Cain’s new personality transplant has apparently brought him immediate success! He’s a triple crown champion now in 4CW!
Phoenix: Yes, and it's a damn shame what he's resorted to to achieve it!

The Liberation help Cain up the ramp, with the 4CW Universal Championship now gripped in his hand and a slick grin across his face. White lays in the ring, still recovering from the beat down, but with a furious expression on his face.

Rhys Cain is seen walking back to his locker room, with the 4CW Universal Championship on his shoulder, with his Black Flame entourage in tow. Gabriel Crowe approaches Cain.

Crowe: Cain, I was just wondering if I could get a quick word with you -

Cain lifts his hand up to silence Crowe and shakes his head.

Cain: Send Marie Dubois to my locker room. I’ll give her... a quick word.

Cain walks away with Black Flame and Crowe looks hurt that he seems to have lost exclusive rights to interviewing Cain as we cut back to the ring for more action.

Carson: The following contest is part of the first round of the 2019 Stormchaser Tournament! The winner of this tournament will receive a 4CW Universal Championship match at Revival!

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and blares throughout the arena. A strong chorus of boos rains down from the arena.

Roberts: Oh, here we go.

After a few moments, Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine appears on stage in full wrestling attire with his hair pulled back in a tight braided ponytail. He sports a big smile on his face, albeit the black and blue battle wounds can be seen from the War match. He looks out to the crowd and taunts them with his hands, daring them to bring it on. This results in a heavier downpour of jeers. As soon as the noise in the arena picks up, Valentine dips his head back and soaks every decibel in.

Phoenix: This crowd here in St. Louis, just giving it to Jack Valentine!
Jeffery: What they don’t understand is they’re giving him exactly everything he wants. Just Look at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier.
Roberts: Despicable.

Valentine looks back out, still grinning from ear to ear, and then starts his descent to the ring. He reaches the bottom and marches up the steel steps. He takes a moment to grab onto the steel turnbuckle with one hand and leans back closing his eyes. He holds out his free hand to his ear and the crowd continuously rains in more and more. He chuckles and then enters the ring through the middle ropes and immediately motions for someone to get him something. He’s handed a microphone and his music cuts. He puts the microphone to his mouth and the arena responds by joining together for on loud continuously “Boo”. Valentine drops the mic to his side and plays this game with the audience for just a bit longer.

Jeffery: Can’t ya feel it! He owns that ring!
Roberts: Get on with it already.

The crowd finally starting to catch on and in an attempt to get Valentine out of the ring, pulls back the booing. Valentine is finally able to get the microphone to his mouth to speak. He looks energetic and even excited.

Valentine: So nice of you all to welcome me back with open arms St. Louis! I was hoping to get into the city before the end of 2018. See the sights and some Rams football. Oops!

The crowd starts their heavy loud Booing again.

Valentine: Too soon? Hahaha!

Jeffery: Even I have to admit that’s a low blow and very much too soon.

After the crowd pipes down from another boofest, Valentine continues.

Valentine: Alright enough, enough already. Today is a day of celebration. Why? Well that’s easy. Because the War has been won. I came back to 4CW in the late summer and it only took me until winter to make a massive impact. I defeated the 4CW Universe’s butt buddy, their king, and their hero! Not once! But twice! And I didn’t just beat him. I took down his sad little group of wannabe Rhys’ too. I went out and got two guys that feel the same way about Rhys that I do, and an old enemy. That’s all it took to overcome Team Rhys! And I haven’t even told you the best part yet!

Valentine has been moving back and forth and stopping at every set of ropes when he finishes a sentence, but when he finishes his last line he makes sure he’s standing in the center of the ring and looking directly at the camera.

Valentine: The best part is… I ... broke .... Rhys Cain.

The crowd modestly boos, not as heavily as before, for also remembering Cain's actions after the War match.

Valentine: I broke the Bruiser! I broke the face of 4CW. Understand me people. Hate me all you want, but you will understand me. This will have a ripple effect across the entire federation! The impact that I’ve already had, in such a short period of time! I broke him so badly that he got himself fired. The only reason that firing didn't stick is because the victim wants a chance to kick his ass! And I don't care if Cain decides he wants another go at the Mad Dog. I don’t care if he comes after me. I don’t care if he catches me off guard and beats the living hell out of me! Rhys Cain is a changed man and it’s all…..my….fault.

Phoenix: Judging by his actions at War, it's hard to say Valentine is wrong. Rhys Cain really did... break.
Jeffery: And Valentine is right. It is his fault. The mind games, the defeats, and the way he choked out Moxie right in front of a helpless Rhys. He couldn’t even avenge them.

Valentine: I’ve won my fair share of matches, but War felt bigger than them all. Bigger then my win over Supreme at Revival, bigger then my War victory over High Society, bigger then my first 4CW Universal Championship win, and defense against Inferno at Revival in the very first Hard Knocks Life match! And now I’ve been entered in this Storm Chaser tournament, with the winner getting a shot at well... as of moments ago, I guess Cain’s 4CW Universal Title. A title that I’ve always held very dear. But whether it's Cain or White or anyone else holding that belt at the end of the rainbow, let me tell you something; some crazy stupid Witch will not stand in my way. I will show you all tonight that I ain’t no one trick pony, who specializes in smacking around Rhys Cain and friends. I will win tonight. I probably won’t even break a sweat. And then you can all bear witness to what I have in store for the 4CW Universe! But for now, just remember one thing! I broke Rhys Cain…….and you ain’t seen nothing yet!

Valentine drops the mic as his music hits. He’s no longer grinning and instead sports an angered yet determined face as he awaits his opponent.

Roberts: That got dark.
Jeffery: Everything he said was true. Especially about Rhys Cain and his proteges.
Phoenix: Big word for you Ray. Valentine says Rhys is a changed man forever and he may be right, but I think we all just witnessed Valentine change in that very ring right before our eyes.
Roberts: Say what you will about Valentine. I’m for sure not his biggest supporter, but he has an awfully big chip on his shoulder. I wouldn’t wanna be in his way right now.
Jeffery: Sounds like you’re finally coming around James.

"Inked in Blood" by Sigh hits the PA system. The crowd pop big for the arrival of the former Custom Cup Champion, Witch Hazel! Hazel appears on stage with bright eyes and a happy expression, getting the crowd all pumped. Then she jumps up on the barricade, and runs along it, to the bottom of the ramp.

Carson: ...And his opponent, from Everywhere... and Nooooowhere.... weighing in at 128lbs... WITCH ... HAAAZEL!!

Witch Hazel jumps down at the bottom of the ramp. She looks up at Valentine inside the ring with a light hearted smile, then rolls into the ring without hesitation, jumps to her feet and attempts to hug Valentine. Valentine backs off, and takes his place in his corner, telling the ref to keep Hazel away from him until the bell rang. Hazel shrugs and takes her corner and the referee Jason Trent does his usual pre-match rituals, checking both competitors for foreign objects and warning them both to follow the rules, and then calls for the bell!

Valentine and Hazel advance forward and circle each other in the middle of the ring. They eventually clash in a grapple, and Valentine overpowers Hazel, pushing her into the corner. Hazel falls behind the rope and the referee comes in to break it up. Valentine obliges with his orders, and falls back, and then kicks Hazel in the gut with a cheap shot!

Valentine grabs Hazel and whips her into the opposite corner. Valentine follows after and delivers a blinding clothesline in the corner, causing Hazel to stumble away and fall to her knee. Valentine runs forward and takes out Hazel with a Bulldog! He turns Hazel over and hooks the leg! 1...2...no! Hazel kicks out!

Phoenix: Well, unsurprisingly, Valentine has decided to make use of some dastardly tactics, but Hazel is more resilient than that!

Valentine picks up Hazel and hits a suplex. He then picks up Hazel again and throws her into the corner. Valentine runs at Hazel and she gets a foot up, kicking him in the face. Valentine falls back and Hazel runs at Valentine hitting a dropkick. Both competitors got back to the feet fairly quickly. Hazel is faster to strike and hits a forearm smash!

Valentine takes the shot and comes back with his own forearm smash! Hazel retaliates with a knife edge chop! Valentine holds his chest for a moment before retaliating with an elbow smash! Hazel falls back on to one knee and Valentine approaches, but Hazel rolls him up out of nowhere! ONE ... TWO ... KICKOUT!

Phoenix: Hazel almost caught Valentine off guard there!

Once again both competitors jump to their feet. Valentine is quicker to the punch this time and strikes Hazel with a European Uppercut! Hazel stumbles and Valentine takes her out with a dropkick of his own! Valentine picks up Hazel and locks her in a headlock, but Hazel slips out and pushes Valentine away. Hazel runs at Valentine with a dropkick and he falls between the ropes and out of the ring!! Hazel gets up and look around at the crowd, who buzz in anticipation. Hazel then runs to the ropes and comes back, diving through the ropes and taking out Mad Dog with the Suicide Dive!!

Roberts: Witch Hazel putting it all on the line with that dive!
Jeffrey: Valentine just got a face full of Hazel - and not in a good way!

Both competitors recover on the outside, with Hazel using her adrenaline to get to her feet and rest against the barricade. All signs of light heartedness gone from her expression, she roughly lifts Valentine and throws him back into the ring. Hazel runs at Valentine as soon as she gets back into the ring and jumps up for a headscissors, before taking out Valentine with a modified facebuster!

Phoenix: Hazel is Running with Scissors! This could be it!

Hazel hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Valentine kicks out! Hazel sits up and slaps the mat in frustration, but she doesn't waste time! She gets right back up to her feet, lugging up Valentine with her. She then sets up Valentine for the Nilswitch - but Valentine pushes Hazel away! Hazel turns - SUPERKICK! Valentine falls on top of Hazel! ONE ... TWO .... NO! Hazel kicks out!

Roberts: Talk about outta nowhere!
Phoenix: These two are going back and forth with these sudden, unpredictable moves!

Valentine struggles to get up using the ropes for leverage. Hazel rolls away and stirs, slowly getting to her feet in the middle of the ring. Valentine is first up, but Hazel is almost immediately up after him, and she actually gets the first strike in with a wild right hand! Valentine retaliates with a kick to the gut and he flips Hazel for the Flea Shot DDT - but no! Hazel slips out and sends Valentine to the ropes! Hazel throws a clothesline on Valentine's return, but the Mad Dog ducks, slips behind Hazel and locks in the EUTHANASIA LOCK!!

Phoenix: Valentine has the sleeper locked in! The Euthanasia Lock has put away many people!
Jeffrey: Hazel is done fast if she can't find a way out of this!

Hazel writhes and stumbles around the ring frantically, but Valentine keeps the hold cinched in tight! He squeezes tight, seemingly getting pleasure out of Hazel's steady demise! Hazel starts to flop and become deadweight - and the referee looks about to call it - when Hazel suddenly gets a second wind and COMES BACK TO LIFE!

She writhes harder, and creates an inch of space in the hold, allowing her to breath again. Valentine quickly locks her back in but Hazel runs up agains the turnbuckle, and flips backwards, landing in a cover!! ONE ... TWO .... THR--NOO!! Valentine releases the hold and kicks out!

Phoenix: HOW did Hazel survive that?
Jeffrey: Some may call her crazy, I call it ingenuity!

Hazel stumbles back up but falls back on to the ropes, still woozy from the Euthanasia Lock. Valentine is all up in a daze as he also scrambles back up to his feet. Hazel takes the initiative and runs forward, kicking Valentine in the gut. She sets up another Nilswitch, spins him on the spot - BUT VALENTINE LIFTS UP HAZEL ON TO HIS BACK!! Valentine then CRASHES DOWN on to the mat with a VERTEBREAKER!

Phoenix: OH MY GOD! WHAT A REVERSAL!!

Valentine picks up Hazel from the mat and hits the INVERTED DDT!!

Jeffrey: FLEA SHOT!!
Phoenix: Valentine puts Hazel down!

Valentine covers! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and advancing to the semi finals... JACK ... MAD DOOOOG ... VALENTIIIINE!!

Phoenix: What a great back and forth affair with a truly magnificent finish!
Roberts: I still can't get over that Vertebreaker reversal! Truly incredible stuff! This is why I love the Stormchaser!
Jeffrey: Jack Valentine advances! He will meet either Erica Moxie or Supreme in the semi final and that match is coming up next!

Valentine barely is able to stand properly as the ref lifts his arm into the air in victory as we cut to a break.

We cut to backstage as Gabriel Crowe is catching up to Top Gun Tommy Young who's still in his civvies.

Crowe: Tommy! Can we have a quick word?

Tommy stops, turns and smiles at both the interviewer and the camera.

Tommy: Hi Gabe, how's things?

Crowe: Fine, thanks. So, we've been hearing rumours about what your stipulation for your Custom Cup championship is gonna be. Would you care to elaborate?

Tommy's smile brightens at Crows words.

Tommy: Well Gabe, I  guess you'll just have to wait like the rest of the 4CW Universe!

And with that he walks off towards the dressing rooms, his bag over his shoulder.

Carson: The following contest is a Stormchaser Tournament first round HARDCORE match scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW Hardcore Championship!

"Break and Dominate" by The Charm The Fury hits the speakers. For as much as the crowd cheered for Moxie in months prior, now they boo. She scowls as she comes out on to the stage with soaked hair and slaps herself in the face a couple times to spike her adrenaline.

Carson: Introducing first, from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 127lbs ... ERICAAAA ... MOXIE!!

Moxie storms down the ramp, ignoring fans from either side giving her down-thumbs and middle fingers.

Phoenix: Erica Moxie - now part of The Black Flame - will be looking to not only advance in the Stormchaser - but also to reclaim the Hardcore title that Supreme took from her during January. After Supreme beat her in a hotel lobby the night before WAR, Moxie regained the title two weeks later at a house show in Tampa, before Supreme won the title back from her a week later in Orlando. This will be the rubber match, live on Storm Front, to decide once and for all who is the better extremist here in 4CW!
Jeffrey: Imagine if Moxie won this tournament! She'd have to face her mentor! And if there's any two to compete for that Hardcore title it's these two - both hard hitting, both with a nasty streak. This is gonna be great!

"Good Times" by Finger Eleven hits the PA system. The 4CW Hardcore Champion comes out to a mixed reaction but with some notable cheers, given who his opponent is. He stands on the apron, with a grin on his face and the championship hanging on his left shoulder.

Carson: And her opponent, from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs, he is the 4CW Hardcore Champion ... SUPREEEME!!

Supreme slaps the belt affectionately as he makes his way down to the ring. Moxie rolls out of the ring and charges towards Supreme!

The two clash on the ramp and the Hardcore Championship falls onto the steel. Moxie and Supreme exchange lefts and rights, and Supreme grabs Moxie by the head and throws her into the barricade at the bottom of the ramp. Supreme grabs Moxie and pulls her up - but she fights back, brawling with Supreme back up the ramp and hitting a DDT on to the Hardcore Championship! Moxie tries to pin but Supreme rolls away and down behind the side of the ramp!

Phoenix: Erica Moxie almost had the chance to steal a quick victory there but Supreme instinctively rolled away!

Moxie quickly follows Supreme down the side of the ramp and lifts him to his feet. She hits some knife edge chops, until Supreme comes back with a stunning forearm. Moxie stumbles backwards, falling over the ramp and attempting to crawl back to the ring. Supreme lifts Moxie and throws her into the ring, before getting in himself.

Roberts: Supreme recovers and takes the action to the ring!
Jeffrey: Probably best, as he definitely has a technical advantage over Moxie!

Inside the ring, Supreme lifts Moxie in the air and hits a standard suplex. It doesn't do much to stop Moxie's momentum and she's soon back to her feet and eats a second suplex! Supreme hooks the leg. 1...2. NO! Kickout! Supreme picks up Moxie and Irish whips her into the corner. Supreme runs at Moxie and hits a clothesline in the corner, before sending her to the opposing corner. Supreme runs at Moxie for another clothesline. Moxie slips out of the corner and sidesteps Supreme, clubbing him in the back.

Moxie then sends Supreme to the ropes. Supreme comes back faster and harder than Moxie expected and she eats a clothesline! Moxie instinctively rolls out of the ring. Supreme is quick to follow.

Phoenix: Doesn't take much for these two to take it outside the ring!

Supreme grabs Moxie and pulls her up by her hair, but she kicks Supreme in the knee and sends him head first into the steel steps! Moxie then goes to the apron and lifts it up, pulling out a trash can! Moxie grabs a recovering Supreme and puts the trash can over his head! She then goes back under the apron and pulls out a kendo stick!

Jeffrey: I think I see where this one is going!

Moxie unleashes on the trash can with multiple quick shots from the kendo stick! The trash can dents and the bangs echo around the arena as Supreme stumbles around ringside. Finally, Moxie drops the stick and jumps up on to the apron! Supreme comes to life and throws the trash can off his head! He spots Moxie running at him along the apron - and Moxie jumps off and hits Supreme with a modified Moxie Go Round! They both crash on the outside and Moxie hooks the leg!

ONE ... TWO ... THR--NO!! SUPREME KICKS OUT!

Phoenix: I really thought Moxie might have had it there, but Supreme lives to fight another moment!

Moxie grabs Supreme and throws him back into the ring. She throws the kendo stick in, as well as the caved in trash can, and then grabs a steel chair and slides into the ring! Supreme gets to his feet but takes a steel chair to the back and falls back down! Moxie drops the chair and picks up the trash can, wedging it in between the top and middle buckle!

Moxie grabs Supreme and knees him in the gut, before grabbing his head and attempting to run him into the trash can! Supreme slips out of Moxie's grip and throws her forward and Moxie falls head first into her own trap!

Jeffrey: Karma just bit Moxie on the ass I guess!
Phoenix: She certainly walked right into that one.
Jeffrey: Ho-ho! Scotty does a funny!

Supreme picks up the kendo stick and the crowd roar with approval! With revenge in his eyes, Supreme UNLEASHES a flurry of kendo stick shots to Moxie!

Roberts: And this is exactly why Supreme is the 4CW Hardcore Champion!!

After the crowd loses count at thirteen or so, Supreme grabs Moxie and lifts her up for the Fisherman Suplex, hitting the Supreme Compromise onto the steel chair!!!

Jeffrey: Ouch! Moxie hits steel and the steel won!
Phoenix: That certainly looks like the end for Miss Moxie!

Supreme holds the bridge in place for the referee to count! ONE .... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner, advancing to the semi finals and STILL 4CW Hardcore Champion... SUPREEEEEME!!

Supreme rolls away from Moxie and gets to his feet as the referee hands him the 4CW Hardcore Championship! He doesn't celebrate long as The Liberation run down to aide their partner, but Supreme slips out of the ring: his fight is over. He grins as he walks back up the ramp with the belt, even high fiving one lucky fan on his way through.

The camera shows us a Locker Room door labelled ‘The Black Flame’. The camera pans out a little and Marie Dubois is seen standing outside it. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, then knocks the door.

There is a moment of silence and then the door opens to reveal Bruce Rigg.

Rigg: What do ya want, lassie?
Dubois: I- Cain asked for me to come and interview him.

Rigg grunts and admits Dubois entry. The camera follows her in and Rigg closes the door after them. Cain is sitting on a black leather sofa. Behind him is a shelf with a few of Cain’s belongings including his Hall of Fame plaque, a framed photo of himself as 4CW World Champion, the newly-won 4CW Universal Championship and, curiously, the Carstein marionette from Willow the Widow’s show at WAR. Erica Moxie is sat in the corner nursing her neck with an ice pack.

Cain glances up at Dubois and grins.

Cain: Marie Dubois.
Dubois: You should know I’m not an official roster member. I’m staff. If you attack me I will sue you for everything you’re worth.

Cain stands up and looks at Dubois with a serious expression. Then the grin comes back and he bellows with laughter.

Cain: I’m not going to hurt you. Even though you clearly gave Willow the information she needed, and I think you’re a classless whore, if I attacked you I’d have no one to interview me, would I?

Dubois ignores the insult and holds her head high.

Dubois: What’s wrong with Crowe?
Cain: Oh nothing, nothing... he isn’t nearly as nice to look at though.

Cain winks and Dubois squirms. Cain pats a space on the sofa next to him.

Cain: Come... sit down.

Dubois’ eyes shoot over to the Carstein marionette and back to Cain. This does not go unnoticed by Cain.

Dubois: I’d rather stand.

Cain grins.

Cain: Don’t worry, I don’t hold you responsible for any of the stuff Carstein did. You were just his servant. His ... dog. It wasn’t your fault. But now ... you’re a good girl, right? Now aren't you gonna ask me how it feels to be the new Universal Champion?

Dubois stares Cain out for a few moments.

Dubois: ...Fuck you, Cain.

Dubois turns on the spot and walks out. Rigg moves to stop her but Cain shakes his head and Rigg stays where he is.

Cain instead shouts after Dubois as she leaves the room.

Cain: Lovely catching up with you, Marie. I’m sure our next chat will be a little more friendly!

Cain chuckles to himself as the camera cuts away.

We cut back to the ring where "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system. The crowd boo as The Supergroup in their entirety of six, all spread out along the stage.

Carson: The following contest is a six-person tag scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing The Supergroup, the team of ZAK E JUSTICE ... NIK WAVERLY ... AND RAAANE!!

The three named competitors take the lead down the ramp as Rock, Starr and Myback follow behind them.

Phoenix: At WAR, The Supergroup sent out a challenge! Three versus three, and it was accepted! That's lead us to tonight's six-person tag!
Jeffrey: Yeah, and I'm not sure what to even think of their opponents!

Justice, Waverly and Rane all get into the ring while the other members of The Supergroup hang out at ringside. Tony Rock asks a girl in her 20s if she wants his autograph, but she just grimaces and turns away from him in disgust.

"Ding Dong Song" by Gunther hits the PA. The crowd cheer as Janitur comes out, with his 4CW contract in hand. After him comes Swifter, using a mop bucket as a makeshift scooter and finally the towering, terrifying masked JANISTAR. At least seven foot, he towers over the other two.

Carson: And the opponents, representing The Janiturs, DRUNKIN JANITUR ... SWIFTER ... AND JANISTAAAR!!

Phoenix: So we've got 4CW alumni Drunkin Janitur and his ... little friend, Swifter. And now this new guy - JANISTAR - and we've only ever seen one man who looked like that in 4CW, so it's a surprisingly smart game plan by Janitur to recruit him.
Jeffrey: Smart game plan... or resurrection?
Phoenix: Nope. MONSTAR is still dead, sorry to say.

The Janiturs make it to the bottom of the ramp. Swifter and Janitur both roll under the bottom rope while JANISTAR towers over the top rope in one swift movement. The two teams take their corners and choose who starts. Rane takes the starting position for The Supergroup and The Janiturs decide on their newest member, JANISTAR. The two step forward and the bell rings.

Immediately, Rane steps back again and tags in Nik Waverly. Waverly protests but begrudgingly gets into the ring. He sighs and runs at JANISTAR, who takes out Waverly with a Big Boot!

Roberts: Start as you mean to go on, Waverly.

JANISTAR picks up Waverly and ragdolls him, throwing him across the ring. Waverly scrambles to get back to his feet but walks into a body slam from JANISTAR. JANISTAR leans down to pick up Waverly and Waverly shoved his thumb in JANISTAR's mask eye hole. JANISTAR roars in pain and backs away and the referee, oblivious to the cheating, does nothing.

Jeffrey: See? What matters most in that ring is how much you use your brain!
Roberts: I didn't even know Waverly had a brain.

Waverly manages to scramble to his corner and tags in Zak E Justice. Justice steps in and takes advantage of the temporarily blinded JANISTAR, throwing some clubbing blows into the massive back. Justice's shots do little damage and JANISTAR is soon back on his feet. JANISTAR shoves away Justice who falls into the corner. JANISTAR runs after him and takes him out with a crushing clothesline! Justice crumples in the corner.

Phoenix: I don't think this is gonna end well...

JANISTAR grabs the almost lifeless Justice and pulls him to the middle of the ring. He lifts up Justice on his shoulders when suddenly Rane runs into the ring, with a steel chair in hand, and slams it across the back of the masked giant! The referee calls for the bell!

Carson: Here are your winners, as a result of a disqualification, THE JANITURS!!

Rane smashes the chair into JANISTAR's back a second time, but he doesn't even flinch. JANISTAR grabs the chair and flings it over his shoulder and goes for Rane, who runs and slides out of the ring. Waverly and Justice follow suit as the three of them slip up the ramp and out of danger. JANISTAR and Janitur discuss what just happened between themselves.

Phoenix: Well, we should have seen this coming! The Supergroup got themselves disqualified! And they couldn't even get that right!
Roberts: You can be assured this isn't over though! JANISTAR will feel robbed of a dominating victory right there!
Phoenix: And clearly JANISTAR is bringing back some trauma for The Supergroup, who have seemed very out of sync since he showed up!
Jeffrey: Can you blame them? He probably weighs more than all six members combined!

We cut backstage to see Brian White, furious, storming through the hallway. He comes across a door labelled "Black Flame" but unlike Dubois from earlier, he doesn't knock. Instead he takes a step back, then unleashes a huge boot, and the door flies open!

Roberts: Oh boy!

There's a commotion heard as White fights his way into the room. Finally when the camera man is able to get in, it's with a punch of security.

Phoenix: All hell has broken loose here!

There's chaos inside the locker room as a bunch of security and staff are seperating both Cain and White, who are screaming over each other. Sery squeezes in and screams for everyone to shut up, which they do.

Sery: What the hell is going on?!
Cain: Stay out if, little man, this doesn't concern you!
White: I want my title rematch! Not at Revival. Not next week. NOW!!

Sery looks from both Cain to White.

Sery: I didn't even sanction the title match earlier! Last thing I wanna do is award this bastard! *motions at Cain* you know what? Let's do it, Cain vs White, Universal Championship rematch, tonight!

Cain protests but Sery cuts him off.

Sery: And if any of your friends help you win again Cain? I'll personally come down there and strip you of the belt myself! Now get out of here, Brian!

Brian retreats, chuckling to himself.

White: You're dead, Cain.... DEAD!

White storms out along with all the security and staff. The camera man lingers until Cain, looking flustered, spots him, and he flees.

Carson: The following contest is a Stormchaser Tournament first round match scheduled for one fall!

“Am I Savage?” by Metallica hits the PA system. In a black coat and bandanna, Glock Nine stomps out from behind the curtain. He storms to the ring, wasting no time with pleasantries (or mispleasantries, for that matter). Victor Venom runs behind Glock, trying to catch up, looking as weasel-y as ever.

Carson: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 275lbs, GLOOOCK ... NINE!!

Phoenix: Well, Glock is wasting no time getting to the ring and it's clear to see why! He lost his 4CW Universal Title match at WAR versus Brian White and winning this Stormchaser Tournament might see him face Brian White, or Rhys Cain, since we're not sure who will be champion given White's rematch later tonight!
Jeffrey: And what's worse, we doesn't even know Glock's opponent is! What's that all about?
Phoenix: Indeed, his opponent is a mystery, but we're about to find out...

"Smooth" by Jim Johnston hits the PA system. The crowd stir in confusion and the pop as - bizarrely - there comes a HUGE moose on stage. It towers over the stage and almost tramples the camera man, who scurries out of the way. Escorting the moose is a masked wrestler. He has the Maple Leaf printed on the front of his mask. In his spare hand, he carries a hockey stick with a cheese Danish stuck on the top, holding it up like a band general. He takes a small bite of the Danish and the moose tries to get in on the action but the masked assistant moves it away and the moose eats only air. Then, we see on top of the moose, is ANOTHER man, this one much bigger, at least 350lbs, riding the moose down to the ring! He's wearing the same Maple Leaf mask, and also a red and white hockey jersey. He has a mic and starts singing his own entrance music. He also has a bizarre looking championship belt draped over his shoulder. It has a Canadian flag on the side plates and the My Little Pony character Big McIntosh printed dead center in the middle of a globe.

Masked Wrestler on a moose: You're going down down doooooooown... I'm on a moooooooose... Watch me do what I do...laying it down, perfect groove.... I'm Quebec Smooth and Toronto Cool, and the ladies know that I'm the man!

Phoenix: Is that - a MOOSE?
Jeffrey: Did Sery pay for this shit? Is this why my raise was refused?
Roberts: **whimpers**
Jeffrey:  You don't like moose?
Roberts:  I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.

Masked Wrestler: But you, you're just ooold news, a wannabe who'll neveeer be, anything but born to lose, even worse there's MOOORE BAAD NEEEWS...

Inside the ring, Glock Nine is perplexed. The commentators are heard corpsing.

Jeffrey: I can't - I just - I *wheezes*

Masked Wrestler: You're going down down down down dooooown...

The music continues and the singing masked moose rider drops the mic. The camera follows behind the moose to show the rider's hockey jersey. On the back is the name "ACCENES". The "N" is hanging off, the two "C"'s are flaking and the "A" has some kind of stain that has been washed out several times but still clinging stubbornly.

Jeffrey: Accenes? Is he Greek? What kind of Greek rides a moose and is a Canadian patriot and hockey fan?
Roberts: Only the kind you can find here in 4CW!
Jeffrey: *sigh* Your voice is like my lost faith in humanity vocalised - SHUT UP, ROBERTS!

Carson: ...and his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marquis the moose and The Moose Guy... weighing in at 350lbs, from CANADA .. he is the Moss-Covered, Three-Handled Family Gredunza Champion. THE CANADIAAAN GEEK!!

Phoenix: .......Wonderful.
Roberts: I mean - he's big, bigger than Glock. Maybe he'll surprise us.
Jeffrey: Seriously though, what about my raise? I know Sery is listening - you know what, I'm going on strike. Until I get a raise, I only know how to call one move!
Roberts: When do you ever call moves anyway?
Jeffrey: ARMBAR!!

The Canadian Geek jumps off Marquis the moose and scratches behind his ear. Then, he nods to The Moose Guy and rolls into the ring. Glock Nine, who's clearly seen enough of this, doesn't even wait for Geek to get to his feet and instead attacks with multiple stomps to the back! Glock then delivers some axe handles to Geek's back. Geek however makes his way to his feet and shoves Glock away.

Phoenix: Here we go!

Glock runs forward and Geek takes him out with a big clothesline!

Jeffrey: ARMBAR!!

He runs to the ropes and comes back hitting a big splash! Geek covers Glock! 1... 2... no! Glock isn't going down that easy! Geek picks up Glock and throws him into the corner. Following after, Geek delivers some blows to the gut and lifts Glock up for a Pumphandle Slam. Glock fights out of the hold and lands on his feet behind Geek.  Glock grabs the 350lber from behind and hits a German Suplex!

Jeffrey: ARMBAR!!
Roberts: Glock is legit one of the strongest men in 4CW!

Glock gets up, and kicks Geek in the face for good measure. He kneels down behind the seated Geek and locks in a headlock. Geek moves around and tries to power out, but Glock holds strong. Glock then attempts to grab the mask and rip it off, but Geek throws a wild punch backwards which catches Glock in the mouth. Glock unleashes some elbows to the chest in retaliation and gets to his feet.

Jeffrey: Oh boy, now The Canadian Geek has gone and pissed him off! Oh, I mean - ARMBAR!!

Glock grabs Geek and pulls him up to his feet with considerable effort. He then braces and whips Geek to the ropes. Geek holds on and reverses the whip sending Glock flying over the top rope and tumbling to the outside! Geek rolls out of the ring after Glock and delivers some clubbing blows to the back. Glock breaks out and fights back, throwing a couple of right hands and sending Geek into the steel steps!

Jeffrey: ARMBAR!!
Roberts: We're really doing this huh?

The referee counts to four when Glock rolls into the ring and back out to break the count, wanting to deal more damage.

Phoenix: Glock breaking the countout - looks like he's not done with Geek quite yet!

Glock climbs over the steel steps and grabs Geek. He looks over to Marquis the moose as he throws Geek back into the ring. Glock rolls in after and grabs Geek's arm, locking in an armbar!!

Jeffrey: ...
Phoenix: ... Anything to say, Jeffrey?
Jeffrey: I can't see the action - there's a moose in the way!
Roberts: The moose is literally on the other side of the ring.

Glock wrenches the armbar and tries to pull it into an unbreakable position, but Geek is powerful and resists. He fights back, turning and getting back to one foot, then pushing Glock away with brute strength! Glock falls on his ass but jumps right back up. Glock charges at Geek but he sidesteps and sends Glock to the outside again! Geek follows and delivers more clubbing blows to Glock's back. Geek then lifts Glock from the side - and hits the Sidewalk Slam on the outside!

Jeffrey: ARMBAR!!
Phoenix: Alright, alright - I just got word Sery will give you a raise, now please stop!
Jeffrey: Sweet!

Geek then holds Glock in a Fisherman's position, before spinning on the spot and hitting a neckbreaker!

Phoenix: The Canadian Geek hits the Moss-Covered, Three-Handled Family Gredunza!! Which he is also the champion of... apparently.

Geek lifts up Glock and lifts him up on to his shoulders!

Phoenix: Glock is going up!

Glock however fights out of the hold and lands on his feet again, then rams Geek into the nearest turnbuckle post! Geek falls near the announce table and Glock stalks him. Geek gets a second wind and fights back with some blows to Glock's face, so Glock grabs his jersey and pulls it up over his head!!

Jeffrey: Look at that!! He's been Hockey Jerseyed!
Phoenix: The Canadian Geek is essentially blind!

Glock kicks the blinded Geek in the gut and puts him in a Powerbomb position. He then lifts up Geek - and puts him through the announce table with a Last Ride!!

Phoenix: The Last Ride!
Roberts: But the ref is still counting!

By the time Glock realises there's a count going, the referee is at eight. He stumbles and rolls into the ring. The referee continues to count. ...9....10!!

Carson: Here is your winner via countout and advancing to the semi finals ... GLOOOCK ... NINE!!

"Am I Savage? hits the PA. Glock Nine gets to his feet and roars as he celebrates his victory! The Moose Guy takes the moose around ringside to check on The Canadian Geek. They approach his heaped body on the announce table. Marquis the moose leans down and affectionately licks the masked Geek several times, bringing him back to consciousness.

Phoenix: Well, I figured we'd seen it all in 4CW - but I guess I really need to remember that after fifteen years, they still find ways to amaze me.
Jeffrey: Glock Nine advances in the Stormchaser Tournament! Just two more victories away from another shot at Brian White! And I got a raise! Give me the good news, Scott! How much?
Phoenix: A grand $1 raise.
Jeffrey: ONE DOLLAR?!
Phoenix: Canadian.
Jeffrey: OH GOD DAMMIT! ARMBAR ARMBAR ARMBAR ARMB--!!

"As I Am" by Dream Theater hits the PA system and out comes Rhys Cain, with his newly won 4CW Universal Championship on his shoulder, but without the help of any of his comrades, as he strolls down to the ring along, to a chorus of boos from everyone in attendance.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW Universal Championship! Introducing first, from Wales, weighing in at 220lbs, he is the NEW 4CW Universal Champion, THE BLACK FLAME ... RHYYYYS ... CAAAAIN!!

Cain arrives at the bottom of the ramp, still hurt from his rough night so far, and looking slightly laboured, ignoring the crowd and a roll of tissue paper that whizzes past his head. He enters the ring, leans over the ropes and raises the championship high in the air, which only increases the volume of the boos in the arena. Cain then spits at ringside and scowls at the crowd, before handing the belt to the referee and waiting for his opponent.

"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin hits the PA system. The crowd roar with approval of the challenger in comparison to the champion. Brian White comes out on stage with vengeance in his eyes.

Carson: And his opponent, from Barry, South Wales, weighing in at 400lbs, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!

Phoenix: Here we go, for the second time tonight, Rhys Cain vs Brian White for the 4CW Universal Championship! The Black Flame are banned from ringside!
Roberts: And look at this, Brian White is wasting no time!

The Freight Train breaks into sprint on the ramp and slides into the ring. He lumbers up to his feet and immediately charges at Cain with lefts and rights! The referee Jason Trent calls for the bell! White traps Cain in the corner and unleashes an open hand chop to the chest which echoes around the arena like thunder!

White then unleashes a second chop and a third! On the fourth, Cain stumbles away, trying to create some space. White stalks Cain and lifts him up, executing a vertical Suplex! White drops a few elbows on the mat-bound Cain and hooks the leg! 1...2... No! Cain kicks out!

Phoenix: White has come hot out of the gate but Cain, if nothing else, is resilient.

Cain fights back as White tries to pick him up. Cain pulls White into a headlock; but it’s all a ruse to stick a thumb in White’s eye before the referee realises!

Phoenix: Blatant cheating again!
Jeffrey: It’s only cheating if you get caught!

White scrambles away clutching his eye. Cain takes advantage, grabbing White and taking him out with the Side Effect! Cain covers White! 1...2... NO! White kicks out!

Jeffrey: I thought Cain had him there!

Cain thought he had him too as he groans in frustration while pulling at his own hair. Cain stumbles back up to his feet and begins the climb on the turnbuckle. Cain waits patiently for White to get back up to his feet. Cain then dives off and takes White off his feet with the Diving Dropkick!

Phoenix: Blaze Kick from Cain!

Cain lines up White for a move, almost frothing at the mouth as he waits impatiently. White stumbles up and Cain runs at him - BUSAIKU KNEE KICK!!

Phoenix: There’s the Dragon Rage!! This one could be all over!!

Cain rolls and covers White! ONE ... TWO ... TH—NO! WHITE KICKS OUT!!

Roberts: White kicked out of Dragon Rage!
Jeffrey: We don’t see that very often! Cain has been fighting desperately, knowing he doesn't have his friends to fall back on! Come on Freight Train!
Roberts: I thought you’d support Cain’s new attitude?
Jeffrey: Why? I still think he's an insufferable midget.

Cain sits, heaving breaths, trying to figure out what he needs to do to put down the big man. Cain drags White up to his feet and somehow gets him in the corner. Cain runs at White and hits a running clothesline! Cain then runs back and returns for a second running clothesline, but White reverses with an Uranage out of nowhere! White runs to the ropes, roaring, and knocks down the recovering Cain with a Big Boot!

Phoenix: Brian White is unleashed!!

Cain scrambles and tries to attack White's knee, but White sidesteps and shakes his head. He then stamps his foot down to show his knee has recovered somewhat! Cain looks horrified as White grabs him by the hair and lifts him up on to his shoulder! White takes out Cain with the Powerslam! White then stands in the corner, shaking the ropes and then taunting . He cups his hands!!

Jeffrey: CHOO CHOO!!! HERE COMES THE FREIGHT TRAIN!!

Cain scrambles up groggily and is CUT IN HALF as White smashes into him with a high-speed SPEAR!!

Phoenix: RUNAWAY TRAIN!! Cain is down and out!
Roberts: Can White put him away?!

White hooks the leg and covers Cain. ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and the NEEEW 4CW Universal Champion ... BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAIN ... WHIIITE!!

Brian White heaves himself back to his feet. He's slightly groggy, but aware enough to lean against the ropes and shake the cobwebs. The referee hands him the belt. White takes it and raises it high, and a smile appears back on his face. Then he turns, and looks back at Rhys Cain. White scowls again and drops the belt. He motions in the air with his cupped hands again.

Phoenix: Is White going to deliver more punishment to Cain?!

Before White can do anything however, The Liberation and Erica Moxie appear from the crowd and pull Cain out of the ring. They flee back through the crowd and White shrugs, grabs the belt and lifts it high again.

Phoenix: Order is restored! Brian White is once again the 4CW Universal Champion!
Roberts: So the winner of the Stormchaser will in fact, barring another crazy thing happening, be facing Brian White at Revival for the 4CW Universal Championship!

We cut backstage where Rhys Cain is leaving the arena with his Black Flame faction mates. Gabriel Crowe runs up to them.

Crowe: Cain, I was just wondering -

Suddenly Cain grabs Crowe by the collar and shoves him against a wall.

Cain: Ready for another interview credit at my expense? Huh? You think that what White did tonight is funny? You think I got what was coming to me? HAR HAR. JOKES ON CAIN, RIGHT?! WELL WAIT UNTIL MASSACRE, NO-ONE WILL BE LAUGHING!!

Cain throws Crowe on to the floor and storms off as his team follows. Crowe groans to himself. We cut back to the ring.

Carson: The following contest is a Stormchaser Tournament First Round match scheduled for one fall!

The lights go down as the intro guitars of "Aces High" hit the PA and the crowd light up for their new young hero.

Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at 195lbs, from Barry, South Wales, he is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion, “Top Gun”, TOOOMMMYYYYY YOOOOOOOOOUNNNG!!

As Carson finishes the introduction, pyro's go off as the main riff hits and Tommy comes flying out from behind the curtain, pulling off a perfect 3 point landing. Standing, he does his target lock pose before quickly throwing open his jacket to reveal the custom cup belt tied around his waist. The crowd pops big as Tommy smiles, throws his arms wide and takes in the adulation from the crowd before bouncing on his heals and punching the air and as the verse hits, Tommy takes off at a sprint down the ramp.

Phoenix: (Laughing) The young champ looks in high spirits tonight! WOW!!!

This last outburst was because Tommy decided not to slow down the enter the ring, but instead with a second burst of pyro, launched himself in a forward somersault up and over the top rope, rolling through the landing to get to his feet in almost a single movement.

Laughing, Tommy climbs a corner turnbuckle and does his target lock again, the crowd getting louder, and Tommy is apparently seen singing along with Bruce Dickinson as the chorus finally hits.

Phoenix: Tommy Young won his first major gold here in 4CW when he became the new 4CW Custom Cup Champion to close out 2018! Now he has an opportunity to achieve more greatness with the Stormchaser!
Roberts: Yeah! Imagine if Tommy Young won this tournament to face his protege for the Universal Championship! What a whirlwind night it's been. We started the night with Brian White as champion, then Rhys Cain won the title, and White just reclaimed the belt! Now Young and McGroin are gonna duke it out to see who takes the final semi final spot at Massacre.
Jeffrey: We know already that Jack Valentine will face Supreme. And we know the winner of this match will face Glock Nine!

Tommy jumps down and climbs the opposite corner to repeat, obviously enjoying himself.

Jeffrey: The scamp certainly likes to make an entrance!
Roberts: Can't argue with that! And he certainly deserves too, We're looking at one of the youngest champions in 4CW history, with only our illustrious GM, Sery, getting his first championship belt younger!
Jeffrey: And I thought the nerd was in the ring!

The music fades as Tommy removes the belt from his waist and drapes it over his shoulder, then takes his place in the centre of the ring, microphone in hand. He raises it, only to be immediately drowned out by chants of “TOOOOOP GUUN! TOOOOOP GUUN!” from around the arena. Tommy shakes his head and smiles in awe at the crowds chanting his name. Finally he just shrugs and raises his mic.

Tommy: GOOD EVENING ST LOUIS!!!!

It's a cheap pop but no-one cares!

Tommy: This is insane!

Tommy laughs and the crowd noise begins to diminish to a manageable level.

Tommy: Last year was one of the toughest years of my life. And yeah, I get the irony of me saying that as I've only recently turned 20! But, I started the year in   a War match against the Coven, was entered into and came runner up in the Storm Chaser Tournament, began a long running rivalry with Witch Hazel, took part in multiple rumbles, even managed to eliminate my mentor, Brian White from one of em! Had several brutally insane matches with Hazel, and even scored a date with her!

The crowd cheer as the memories of the past year are laid bare.

Tommy: And finally, at War II, in the match that just about started it all and against someone who has become a dear friend of mine, I win this belt.

Tommy taps the belt lovingly and looks around the crowds as they start chanting his name again. Turning back to the hard cams, he raises his mic again.

Tommy: So, I guess there's a little matter of the stipulation that this belt is gonna be faught under. Those of you who've been following me probably won't be surprised at this, as I've brought this match to 4CW once before....

Roberts: I gotta feeling I know what this is!
Jeffrey: And I gotta feeling in my crotch, but your mom ain't here to fix it!

Tommy: My stipulation for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship will be.... THE ULTIMATE X MATCH!!

The crowd goes wild in anticipation of seeing this indy classic match back in 4CW.

Phoenix: And there you have it folks, it has been confirmed that the Custom Cup will be contested in the Ultimate X match, a match that Tommy Young himself brought to 4CW.
Jeffrey: Of course he'd go for something crazy like that, anything to get an advantage...
Roberts: That's the point Ray, and this is gonna be awesome!
Jeffrey: It's not even worth saying any more.... Aaahh, who am I kidding, SHUT UP ROBERTS!!!!

By now, Tommy has moved to  corner and given the mic, belt and his jacket to a ring attendant and is bouncing on his heels waiting for his opponent as Carson moves to the centre of the ring again.

"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the speakers. The crowd have a mixed reaction, mostly boos, but the occasional fan seems to find McGroin endearing somehow, as there is one or two rogue cheers.

Carson: And his opponent, from Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, The Man Who Once Made A Cow Tap Out, PHIIIL ... MCGROIN!!

Phoenix: McGroin had a less successful final show of 2018. He took on Pilgrim Paige and Jacob Scharff for the 4CW World Championship, but fell short as Paige pinned him. However, tonight he has the chance to start a road to redemption, culminating at Revival!
Jeffrey: And he's my pick to win the whole thing! McGroin won the 13 Ghost Gauntlet, something many Hall of Famers have never done! He's the clear favourite in this tournament.
Roberts: If you say so...

McGroin gets into the ring as Camera Man focuses on a few shots around ringside. McGroin shouts at the referee Anna Molly for "copping a feel" when she does her usual pre-match checks, but Anna Molly looks at him in an expression that can only say "in your dreams, buddy." Eventually Molly decides all is fair and calls for the bell.

Tommy Young and Phil McGroin approach the middle of the ring. Young, despite his better judgement, offers a handshake. McGroin looks at Young and then his hand, and bursts out laughing. He then launches forward with a clothesline attempt but Young is prepared and ducks under, running straight for the ropes. McGroin spins on his heel as Young makes his way back from the ropes and eats a clothesline himself. McGroin jumps up to his feet and Young steps off McGroin's leg and hits an Enziguri! Young makes a quick cover! 1...2...no! McGroin kicks out!

Phoenix: We're starting off at a frenetic pace. Can McGroin keep up with the new Custom Cup Champion?
Jeffrey: Have some respect, Scott! It was only on the brink of New Year McGroin was fighting for the 4CW World Championship! He has to be considered a favourite in this tournament!

Young locks McGroin into a side headlock and wrenches, trying to submit him. McGroin slips out after a little effort and clubs Young in the back with a forearm, dropping him to the mat. McGroin stomps on Young a couple of times, as the upstart tries to scramble for the ropes. McGroin lifts Young and pushes him into the corner, before unleashing a knife edge chop. The slap echoes around the arena and McGroin unleashes a second one that's just as loud. Young's chest starts to redden as McGroin attempts a third, but Young suddenly grabs him and reverses, throwing McGroin into the corner and unleashing three quick knife edge chops of his own!

Roberts: Chop battle!

Young grabs McGroin and whips him to the opposite corner. Young then follows close behind and takes out McGroin with a corner clothesline! McGroin stumbles out of the corner and Young goes straight back on the offense, taking him out with a dropkick! Another quick cover for Young. 1... 2... but McGroin kicks out again! Young lifts up McGroin to his feet and attempts a suplex. However, McGroin traps the leg and releases a suplex of his own!

McGroin then lifts Young back up and sends him to the ropes, and takes out Young with a hip toss upon his return. McGroin makes the cover. 1...2...no! Young kicks out. Frustrated slightly, McGroin lifts up Young again and this time hits a nicely executed T-Bone suplex! Once again he hooks the leg! 1...2...no! Young kicks out again!

Phoenix: Young is showing he has just as much fight as McGroin!
Roberts: Two very evenly matched competitors - it may come down to who makes the first big mistake!

Not going to be perturbed by the second kick out, despite the ever more prominent vein in his temple suggesting otherwise, McGroin lifts Young up once again. Young shows some life with a right hand out of nowhere, but a knee to the gut soon puts a stop to his comeback before McGroin takes him out with a Swinging Neckbreaker! McGroin moves to pin Young but stops at the last moment, and then looks up at the turnbuckle instead.

Roberts: What does McGroin have in mind here?

McGroin gets to his feet and moves over to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle!

Jeffrey: He's going up top! This will spell the end for the so-called Top Gun, mark my words.
Roberts: You have something against the welsh, don't you?
Jeffrey: Yes, and midgets. Don't you ever pay attention?

McGroin stands at the top rope and turns his back on Young. Then he launches off the top rope with a graceful Moonsault! But Young rolls out of the way and McGroin eats canvas!!

Phoenix: McGroin crashes and burns!
Roberts: Remember that first big mistake I mentioned? Maybe we just saw it!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts!

Young scrambles back up to his feet and waits in position for McGroin to rise. He then runs at McGroin and takes him out with the Hurricanrana! McGroin falls into the ropes and tumbles to the outside of the ring! Young points straight at McGroin on the outside and runs to the ropes. He bounces back and flies through the middle rope with a Suicide Dive!

Phoenix: Top Gun flies! Young putting it all on the line!

Young picks up McGroin on the outside and rolls him back into the ring. He then jumps on the apron and climbs up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle! Young then flies off the top with a Flying Elbow! Young hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... NO!! McGroin kicks out!

Roberts: I thought that was it!
Jeffrey: Because you're a moron.

Young uses the ropes to help get back to his feet and as McGroin groggily sits on his knees, Young runs forward and hits McGroin with a PUNT KICK!!

Phoenix: What a strike! It could be all over!

Young rolls over McGroin and hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... THR-- NO!! McGroin grabs the rope to break the fall!

Jeffrey: Phil McGroin is a Terminator!
Phoenix: He is certainly showing fantastic instincts here tonight grabbing the rope like that!

Both men lay next to each other, near the ropes, both exhausted. Young moves first and slowly gets back up to a standing position. He grabs McGroin and stumbles as he tries to lift him up too. Eventually he does and sends McGroin to the ropes. McGroin comes back and Young leap frogs him. Both men come back from the ropes but McGroin is slightly quicker and takes out Young with a clothesline!

McGroin then lifts up Young and hooks the leg, taking him out with a Fisherman's Suplex! McGroin rolls over and hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO .... NO! Young kicks out! The buzz of the crowd rises to a crescendo and a "THIS IS AWESOME" chant breaks out.

Phoenix: The 4CW fans showing their appreciation for this match! This is what comes with a Stormchaser Tournament!

McGroin gets back up to his feet and the frustration is finally showing. He shouts over to his Camera Man at ringside to "make sure you get this shot!" - and then he grabs Young and goes for the Eggcution DDT! But no, Young slips out of his grip! Right hand, right hand, and clothesline!

Young shakes his arms getting all fired up and the crowd roar in response! McGroin stumbles back up to his feet and Young sprints at him, taking him out with a Slingblade! Hook of the leg! 1 ... 2 ... NO! McGroin kicks out!!

Young immediately picks up McGroin again and fighting on pure adrenaline, pushes McGroin away and throws his foot in the air for a Superkick! McGroin ducks under the kick and kicks Young in the gut and HITS THE EGGCUTION DDT OUT OF NOWHERE!

Phoenix: Eggcution DDT! That's gotta be it!

McGroin falls down and covers Young! ONE ... TWO .... THRE--NO!! YOUNG KICKS OUT!!

Roberts: How did Young kick out of that?! What heart, what fight!
Jeffrey: You've got something brown on your nose, Roberts.
Phoenix: An incredible display of fortitude by both men here! What more do they have to do to earn a pinfall?

McGroin looks absolutely stunned that Young kicked out of the Eggcution DDT and almost looks lost for ideas of what to do next for a moment. Then he decides the best policy is "if at first you don't succeed, try try again." as he picks up Young and sets him up for ANOTHER Eggcution DDT - but Young reverses and slips behind McGroin, turning his back on him. McGroin spins around and Young throws his foot behind him in the air, taking out McGroin with a Pele Kick!

Young scrambles, claws at the mat and uses the ropes to get to his feet. He's breathing heavily, and hurt as he clutches his head, but he shakes the cobwebs and climbs the turnbuckle!

Phoenix: I think it's time!
Jeffrey: Oh no!

Young throws himself off the top and hits a picture perfect SWANTON BOMB!!

Phoenix: BOMBS AWAY!! That's gotta be it!

Young rolls over and covers McGroin! The referee counts! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and advancing to the semi finals, the 4CW Custom Cup Champion, TOP GUN ... TOMMYYYYYY YOOOOUNG!!

Young rolls away from McGroin as "Aces High" by Iron Maiden blasts through the PA system. The crowd roar in approval of their winner.

Phoenix: What a match! And Young has done it! Young has beaten McGroin and he will advance to the semi final of the Stormchaser next month at Storm Front: Massacre, where he will go one on one with Glock Nine!
Roberts:And in the other match up of the Semi Final, Jack Valentine will take on Supreme!
Phoenix: That's all to come at Massacre, but tonight, Tommy Young celebrates a well earned victory!

Tommy Young is back on his feet when the referee raises his hand in victory. We cut to the parking lot where the The Canadian Geek and The Moose Guy with Marquis the moose are rallying up to head off, both of them on the back of the moose. Before they set off however, a trio appear in view. Janitur, Swifter and JANISTAR all approach the moose. The smaller masked Canadian slips off the moose to greet him.

The Moose Guy: Can I help you?

Janitur: I is been watching you... and I is thinking me has a interesting proposition for you.

The Moose Guy looks up at the larger man atop the moose, who is considering Janitur. Then, The Canadian Geek nods his approval and turns the moose to go back into the arena with Janitur and his friends as the camera cuts away.

Back from ads, Sery's theme song is blaring over the PA system; we see the man himself standing in the ring, mic in hand. The ring mat is now sheathed in black cloth. In the middle of the ring stands a long, sturdy-looking table with a black marble granite top. Two microphones are positioned opposite each other on the table, as well as a clipboard and a pen. At either side of the table is a black leather chair on wheels. Sery stands at the far end of the table, in relation to the hard cam. Sery's theme song fades out as he begins to speak.

Sery: Hello, 4CW Universe! Are we enjoying the show?

The crowd delivers big on the cheap pop. Sery turns in a half-circle, smiling and nodding his appreciation.

Sery: I'm glad to hear it! As the GM of this great company, it's important to me you're getting the most bang for your buck. And speaking of your hard-earned cash—now comes the point in the night that we make official the World Championship match at the already sold out Revival XIII! Perhaps my fellow 4CW fanatics will join me in first welcoming the prospective challenger: he is a recently inducted 4CW Hall of Famer; a three-time former World Champion; a one-time Universal Champion... and the man who was voted 2018's Wrestler of the Year... JACOB "THE THUUUNDERBOOOLT"... SCHAAARFF!!!

Blue and yellow spotlights dance around the stage area as "His World" by Crush 40 hits the speakers. The crowd pops big as Jacob Scharff steps out onto the stage, wearing his signature hooded jacket over his ring gear. At the top of the ramp, Jacob chops a lightning bolt in the air and then throws his fist in the air to raucous cheers from the audience.

Roberts: Jacob Scharff is all fired up!
Phoenix: No doubt he's been itching to put ink to paper all night. Considering the stakes, it's no surprise. It's about championship gold. The top of the mountain. And moreover, it's about pride.

Scharff walks with purpose down the ramp, pulling down his hood along the way. He slaps the hands of the fans as he does so. Upon entering the ring, he chops a final lightning bolt to the crowd before greeting Sery with a polite nod and focusing his attention on the stage. Scharff's music and spotlights cut out.

Sery: And now, may I introduce to you the co-winner of the inaugural Rumble in the Storm... the woman who boasts the second-longest Custom Cup Championship reign in 4CW history... indeed, the very woman who threw my skinny ass off the Triple Cage to start said reign!.. *the crowd chuckles*... the self-proclaimed craziest bitch in 4CW and yes, the reigning 4CW World Champion... PIIILGRIM... PAAAIGE!

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. Across the darkened stage, a rainbow-patterned series of six coloured fireworks ascends out of the darkness and explodes overhead, creating a starburst shower of crackling sparks. The crowd roars as Agalloch's "The Astral Dialogue" pounds through the PA system and Paige appears through the fog, proudly wearing the 4CW Championship around her waist.

Jeffrey: Here comes the champ, baby! WOO!
Phoenix: Great to see Paige standing in a 4CW ring at the first Storm Front of the year. If you remember, Paige's 2018 saw her start off on the injured list in the wake of the 2017 War supershow's main event. And if that weren't enough, after recovering from the injuries sustained at War and returning in March of last year, Paige was shelved again just a month later. A lot has transpired in the time since then and the Lunar Pilgrim has been on an incredible new journey in 4CW which began with her surprise return last August. And tonight, she's here to lock down the main event spot at Revival XIII!

The Golden Pilgrim is sporting her dressiest look in her near three-year 4CW tenure. Her purple hair is curled and worn in a messy up-do, and her nails are neatly manicured and painted a glossy black. Wearing a longsleeve mesh shirt over a black crop top and a black lace skirt with stockings, Paige looks ready for a night out on the town—save for the presence of her familiar wrestling boots, that is.

Roberts: Quite the look for the champion tonight.
Jeffrey: Hell yeah it is. Woo!

Paige scans her surroundings and apparently spots a friend in the crowd. She detours for just a moment to approach a young woman whose right hand is jutting up over the mass of humanity beyond the barricade. With a grin, Paige leaps and slaps a very high five with her friend.

Roberts: Looks like the champ has a friend in attendance tonight.
Jeffrey: Good call, Sherbert Gnomes. Next, why don't you tell us whether Paige is wearing her championship belt or not?
Roberts: Well that seems rather obvious, doesn't it?
Jeffrey: ... You exhaust me, Roberts. You really do.

Instead of her usual sprint to the ring, Paige saunters down the ramp, soaking up the atmosphere while also meeting Scharff's intense gaze. She also foregoes sliding into the ring for a stroll over to the ring steps, which she climbs rather slowly.

Roberts: Maybe a bit of a mind game from the champion—making the challenger wait?
Phoenix: I'd say that's a good call, James.
Jeffrey: No James call is a good call, Scotty Boy.
Phoenix: Don't call me that.
Jeffrey: Okey-dokey.

Paige finally enters the ring, holding eye contact with Scharff a bit longer. She removes her title belt, raises it up high once more and then sets it on the table for display purposes. Sery fusses with it momentarily, making sure it's lined up nicely for the hard cam. As her music stops and the lights return to normal, she abruptly climbs atop the table and throws her head back, emitting a loud WOOOOOO that is echoed by her fans. Adrenaline pumping, Pilgrim Paige hops back down and nods to Sery, then catches Jacob's eye again, picking up one of the microphones off the table. She seems in a good, almost playful mood, though her facial expression when observing Scharff suggests more serious undertones.

Paige: Shall we?

Paige asks this as she gestures to the chair opposite the one next to her and then plunks herself down in the latter. Sery raises his mic.

Sery: Anything you two would like to say to one another, or to the fans, whatever—now would be the time.

Paige eyes Scharff curiously. Jacob remains standing and picks up his mic.

Phoenix: Challenger's got something to say!

Jacob: I'll start. It was almost a year ago I was in this same position. Fighting from below, challenging for that title you hold. Eddie Wolfbaine gave me the fight of my career at Revival last year. You were defending the Custom Cup Championship against Witch Hazel. We both failed. Now we stand on the cusp of another Revival match. Except this time it's against each other. Only one of us can fail. The fact is you've been in three matches with me. You have walked away, technically victorious, but you've never pinned my shoulders to the mat for three seconds. You've never tapped me out. The reverse is true as well.

The crowd is relatively hushed, listening on intently.

Roberts: Some interesting points there. Revival '18 definitely wasn't Paige's night, nor his own. And in competition with one another, they've always been caught in a stalemate.
Jeffrey: Matter of perspective, Roberts. What I've seen is Paige's hand being raised twice before. Win's a win, no two ways about it.

Jacob: Revival is the highest peak in our industry. Everyone strives to reach that main event. They want to be the last thing people see at the end of the night, standing victorious. Last year, at the end of the night, I was on my back. I refuse to let that happen this year. The last time we went one-on-one you ran away. This time you can't do that...let me rephrase that. I won't let you. That title, hell all of the titles, deserve more than a champion who won't fight. Maybe you'll prove me wrong Paige. Hell when all is said and done after Revival this year, maybe I'll be able to say that you gave me the fight of my career. Or maybe the world will wonder why, when the storm came crashing down upon your head, you just gave up and drowned. Either way, I will walk out of Revival with that title around my waist once more. You may think you're prepared for what I'm bringing, but I guarantee that you can't predict this forecast.

The majority of the fans in attendance pop and applaud as Jacob signs the contract.

Phoenix: No shocker that Scharff means business! That's one signature penned already.

He elects to remain standing as Paige nods her head, seemingly to herself, mulling over these words. A few seconds of this and then she rises up out of her chair, her expression a little tighter. She picks up her own mic and chuckles lightly to herself as she raises the mic to her face. She takes herself for a little stroll around the table as she speaks.

Paige: Damn, Scharff! You can really talk when you wanna, huh? Y'know, I kinda enjoyed that. Your take on some things is a little off, though, getting them a bit twisted. How about we clear some things up?

The crowd is electric; buzzing.

Paige: You see, Jacob, it's like this. Yes indeed, we were basically an odd pair of Sery's old socks last year. We each closed out our respective Revival matches with a big pair o' boots standing over us... all of my sparkly golden trim torn away from me, and you walking both in and out of there with none.

This rather laboured metaphor yields a mix of confusion and amusement in the stands.

Sery's head perks up and he does a double-take at this, mouthing something like, "How did she know?!"

Paige: That was then. Now here we are. Both fought like hell for it, too, no question about it. And yeah, it's true that I've never actually pinned your shoulders for a three count, or made you tap. Nonetheless, what I have done is win that gold—

She points to the 4CW World Championship belt on the table.

Paige: In a match against TWO opponents AND successfully defended it two months later. I proved myself to the entire 4CW Universe that I can run with the top dogs... that I am a top dog and more than that, the craziest bitch in 4CW! I proved every naysayer wrong. Hell, I proved my own self-doubts and anxieties wrong. And y'know what else I've done? I've taken you to the absolute limit and damn near broke my own ribs doing it, dove from TWENTY FEET in the air, I'm that damn passionate about what I do!

Many of the fans either cheer, howl or blend the two together.

Roberts: Gallows End 2017.
Phoenix: One of the most hellacious matches I've ever seen in all my days.

Paige: See, that's where your memory's gotten a little patchy. I didn't walk away. We beat the holy hell out of each other in that match. I was in no condition to continue and got pretty much dragged outta there by my then-girlfriend.

A mixed response ripples through the crowd at the mention of Tsukiko's name outside the context of teaming with Oki-Kira. A brief "ANTI-BITCH JUICE *clap-clap, clap-clap-clap*" chant kicks up. Paige laughs and lets her arm fall to her side as she does so. When she raises the mic back up, the chant dies off.

Paige: Maybe that event made me forever a paper champion in your eyes. I know better. I've already successfully defended the World Championship once. I survived the damnedest match my fellow 4CW fanatics have ever seen. No, Thunderbolt. I've never directly put you down and heard the sweet sound of the bell ringing for me. So now here you are with a chip on your shoulder, just begging for me to knock it off. You want me on-on-one, head-to-head so bad, I can taste it on the air. And from where I stand, that's all the weather I'm getting: piss and wind! No more talk. No more technicalities. You want it. I want it. The 4CW Universe wants it. So let's make this thing official and see once and for all who can weather this storm!

Paige grabs a pen and hurriedly signs the contract, then slides it over toward Sery. The GM picks the clipboard up in one hand with the other, raises his mic.

Sery: 4CW Universe, Paige vs. Scharff at Revival '19 is now OFFICIAL! Two out of three falls for the 4CW World Championship!

The crowd pops.

Phoenix: It's official, folks!

Jacob Scharff offers his hand for Paige to shake. For a moment, she alternates between meeting his eyes and looking at his outstretched hand. Paige accepts, thrusting her hand forward into his and shaking it once. With that done, Scharff crosses the ring to exit. As he's just about to step through the ropes, he feels a finger tap him on the back. He wheels around to see Paige standing a few feet away, leaning forward—she purses her lips—and before Scharff can react—blasts the Moon Mist into.. the air, head raised toward the rafters! As this fake-out unfolds, the crowd OOHS in the moment of uncertainty and then eases back when they register the twist. Jacob's guarded stance eases after a long moment; once it does, the Lunar Pilgrim shrugs and grins impishly at him. Scharff places his hands on his hips and nods, a thoughtful (and slightly annoyed) expression on his face. Without another word, Jacob Scharff simply turns, exits the ring and makes his way confidently back up the ramp.

Jeffrey: I guess the champ got the last laugh there, though Scharff doesn't seem too bothered with it. Not easily fazed, that guy.
Phoenix: Any way you slice it, the fun and games will be over come Revival, no question. If you ask me, different as day and night may they be, neither of these athletes has any quit in them and when it comes down to brass tacks, both of them take competition—and the gold—very seriously.
Roberts: They've both got their work cut out for them!
Phoenix: We'll see you all March 3rd, for Storm Front: Massacre, live... from Scotland!

The camera fades with Paige raising her title in the middle of the ring.

Quick Results:
-Rhys Cain defeated Brian White (c) to win the 4CW Universal Championship.
-Stormchaser R1: Jack Valentine defeated Witch Hazel
-Stormchaser R1, Hardcore Title: Supreme (c) defeated Erica Moxie
-The Janiturs (Janitur, Swifter & JANISTAR) defeated The Supergroup (Justice, Waverly & Rane) via disquaification
-Brian White defeated Rhys Cain (c) to win the 4CW Universal Championship.
-Stormchaser R1: Glock Nine defeated The Canadian Geek w/Marquis the moose & The Moose Guy via countout
-Stormchaser R1: Tommy Young defeated Phil McGroin via pinfall

Writing Credit:
Opening Sery/Cain/Black Flame/Brian White Segment: Rhys/Gorgrim
Uni Title - White (c) vs Cain: Rhys
Crowe/Cain segment: Rhys
Valentine pre match promo: LHeat87
Valentine vs Hazel: Rhys
Supreme vs Moxie: Rhys
Dubois/Cain segment: Rhys
Janiturs vs Supergroup 6-person tag: Rhys
White/Cain/Sery Backstage: Rhys
Glock vs Canadian Geek: Rhys
Uni Title - Cain (c) vs White: Rhys
Tommy Young segment: Gorgrim
Young vs McGroin: Rhys
Janitur/Masked Men segment: Rhys
Paige/Scharff Contract Signing: Paige/Stingmon

Review Sheet:

Opening Sery/Cain/Black Flame/Brian White Segment:
Uni Title - White (c) vs Cain:
Crowe/Cain segment:
Valentine pre match promo:
Valentine vs Hazel:
Supreme vs Moxie:
Dubois/Cain segment:
Janiturs vs Supergroup 6-person tag:
White/Cain/Sery Backstage:
Glock vs Canadian Geek:
Uni Title - Cain (c) vs White:
Tommy Young segment:
Young vs McGroin:
Janitur/Masked Men segment:
Paige/Scharff Contract Signing:

Segment of the Night:
Match of the Night:
MVP of the Night:
Graphic of the Night:

Confirmed Card:

4CW Tag Team Championships
Umbra Maxima (c) vs Murder of Crows

Singles match
Rhys Cain vs Willow the Widow

Stormchaser Semi Final
Jack Valentine vs Supreme

Stormchaser Semi Final
Glock Nine vs Tommy Young

Tag Team match
Synth City Thrillers (Devon Drummond & Reuben Kojo) vs The RockStarrs (Carlos Starr & Tony Rock)

Confirmed Card:

4CW World Championship
Two out of three falls match
Pilgrim Paige (c) vs Jacob Scharff

4CW Universal Championship
Brian White (c) vs Stormchaser Winner (Jack Valentine/Supreme/Glock Nine/Tommy Young)

Lightning in the Bottle match
(Winner receives the Lightning in the Bottle which gives them a guaranteed shot at any 4CW Championship any time in the next year)
Erica Moxie vs Witch Hazel vs ??? vs ??? vs ??? vs ???