4CW Revival XV - April 25, 2021 / April 25, 2022

4CW PRESENTS… REVIVAL XV
April 25, 2021
Live from Hollywood, Florida

”Say My Name” by Divide Music hits the PA system as the show theme blasts through the arena. The camera pans over the Floridian crowd as they go nuts for the biggest show of the year.

Phoenix: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, and people of all ages, to the spectacular sensation, the fantastic foray, the brilliant bonanza that is … 4CW REVIVAL!! Tonight, for the fifteenth time in our history, we will bring you the very best Professional Wrestling we have to offer and we have a card for the ages tonight! My name is Scott Phoenix, and I am joined as ever by my broadcast partners, Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts! Ray, James, how the hell are you both?
Jeffrey: Are you kidding? IT’S REVIVAL! LET’S GO!!
Roberts: I share Ray’s enthusiasm, this has the potential to be the greatest 4CW show of all time!
Phoenix: You’re certainly not wrong! In our MAIN EVENT tonight, the undisputed and longest-reigning 4CW World Champion in history Jack Valentine, will defend the championship against his greatest rival, a man who he has gone to war with many times but never on such a personal level, Brian “The Freight Train” White!!
Jeffrey: That’s a match for the ages, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg of what’s to come tonight! Rhys Cain will battle Erica Moxie in a Deathmatch where the Loser Leaves 4CW! These former allies have now embroiled themselves in a blood feud and it will all come to a head tonight!
Roberts: If you think that’s gonna be hot, then you should probably take a step back for the 4CW Universal Championship match as champion Madeline Phoenix will defend the title against the grim and eerie Dark Lotus… in an INFERNO MATCH!! Flames will flare and bodies will burn - but who will walk out with the championship?
Phoenix: Lindon Jett and Grant Zaiden will finish their Best of Seven Series tonight in an iconic clash. They both have three wins a piece, and so the final match tonight will determine the LAST MAN STANDING!
Jeffrey: 4CW Custom Cup Champion Xavier Avana has been on a hell of a roll since winning the title. His Ante Up match has seen him collect trophies such as Licky, Tommy Young’s ancestral war jacket and Dirk Meyer’s in-ring career! Tonight, he issues an open challenge. Who will accept the match? And what will they wager to earn their spot in the match?
Roberts: The third-annual Lightning in the Bottle match will take place tonight! We have six competitors - including two 4CW alumni making their in-ring returns - battling it out for the right to win the Lightning in the Bottle, which guarantees them any championship match in the next twelve months! Last year’s winner Phil McGroin will look to become the first person to ever win it twice, as he takes on Tommy Young, Witch Hazel, Senecca, Retro Modern and Damien Blood!
Phoenix: That’s gonna be exciting! And speaking of exciting, we have the best tag team division in the world and tonight you will see it in all its glory as 4CW Tag Team Champions Umbra Maxima will defend against four other teams in a Gauntlet match, as Synth City Thrillers, Pilgrim Paige & Kinzy Kane, The Liberation and Silent Sorcery take the challenge to beat everyone else and take home the gold. Which team will stand dominant at the end of the night?
Jeffrey: Quentin Cosmo will get his long-awaited 4CW Hardcore Championship match as he takes on the champion Jason Crow! Things have been … weird, with these two… but now Cosmo has taken out Robert Crow, he leaves his path wide open for the opportunity against Jason. Can he clip the wings of the crow?
Roberts: And finally, we have a 4CW Franchise Championship match as new champions The Janiturs make their first defence against The Supergroup! These two factions have a storied history, but who will walk away with their name on the right side of history tonight?
Phoenix: All this and more to come, but frankly guys… I don’t know what we’re waiting for! Let’s get the action underway!

Carson: The following contest is a LAST MAN STANDING match and the final match in the Best of Seven Series! The only way to win this match is to incapacitate your opponent so that they can not answer a count of ten. There are no pinfalls, submissions, disqualifications or count outs!

Two huge mechanical towers with turning gears stand on each side of the stage. Then steam starts to erupt from each of them, creating a fog as ”Creatures of Habit” by Polaris hits the PA system. After a few moments, Lindon Jett bursts through the steam and the crowd pops.

Carson: Introducing first, from Brisbane, Australia, weighing in at 231lbs… FULL GEAR … LINDOOOOOON … JETT!!

Phoenix: And here comes one half of one of the most thrilling rivalries in the past year, Lindon Jett! Both Lindon Jett and his opponent Grant Zaiden have gone back and forth in this war! They have three wins apiece and tonight’s Last Man Standing match will be the decider!
Roberts: This is exciting! Two men who simply want to prove they are better than the other! It’s come DOWN TO THE WIRE! And tonight, only one man will be left standing!

Jett gets to the bottom of the ramp, takes one sweeping look at the capacity crowd, takes a deep breath and rolls into the ring. Red lasers swarm the stage. Eventually they form a large, red spotlight in the centre of the stage. Rhino roars blare through the speakers and then ”Into Nothing” by Bleed From Within begins to chug through the PA.

Walking out at a methodical, even pace, Grant Zaiden emerges.

Jeffrey: What you two need to realise though is it isn’t all about the record of their past six encounters. It’s about momentum… and Zaiden has won three of their last four encounters!
Roberts: Well, speaking of momentum, Jett won their last match so it's in his corner, right?
Jeffrey: If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask your mother what you’d say.

Carson: And his opponent, from Charlton, England, weighing in at 260lbs… THE RED RHINO … GRANT … ZAAAAAIDEN!!

Zaiden walks down the ramp at a quickening pace. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he breaks into a run and slides under the bottom rope. As soon as he gets to his feet, the two men begin swinging lefts and rights and the referee calls for the bell!

Phoenix: These two men are wasting no time in getting underway - and the referee Jason Trent says to hell with it! Here we go!
Jeffrey: This is gonna be awesome!

The two men continue beating eachother with a flurry of rights until Zaiden gains the upper hand with three successive shots. He then picks up Jett into a torture rack position and then slams Jett forward onto the mat. Jett struggles back to his feet and Zaiden continues with his right hands, before following up with an uppercut which takes down Jett.

Phoenix: Zaiden has nearly thirty pounds on Jett and he is throwing that weight around right now!
Jeffrey: A smart tactic! If you got it, throw it around!

Zaiden pushes Jett into the corner, but Jett fights back with another ferocious flurry of right hand. Jett then grabs Zaiden and hits a snap suplex, following up with a tight armbar!

Roberts: Now obviously, Jett cannot win this Last Man Standing match by submission but it sure is a good way to wear down an opponent!

Jett wrenches the armbar and Zaiden struggles for a few moments, before rolling out of the hold. Jett kicks him in the back. Jett then tries to grab Zaiden but he throws a boot up which connects with Jett’s head, sending him reeling.

Zaiden gets back to his feet. He grabs Jett, and takes him back down with a knee to the face! Zaiden then grabs Jett and lifts him deadweight into a gutwrench suplex! He then keeps hold of Jett, lifts him back up and hits a second gutwrench suplex! Remarkably, he keeps a hold of Jett and finally hits a third gutwrench!

Phoenix: Amazing display of raw strength from Zaiden with those gutwrench suplexes!
Jeffrey: That takes some doing! Zaiden is really showing some dominance in this match!

Zaiden brings Jett into the corner successfully on his second attempt, and hits some chops on his chest. Jett turns to try and defend himself, so Zaiden throws some elbows into the back of his neck! Jett stumbles out of the corner. Zaiden aims a kick, but Jett grabs him and with a dragon screw reverses the momentum! Jett jumps back to his feet but Zaiden is also quick and takes him down with a thunderous big boot!

Phoenix: Zaiden continues to dominate and it looks like Jett is staying down for the first time in this match!
Referee Jason Trent begins his count. One… two… three… four… but Jett is soon back to his knees, and then back to his feet. Zaiden quickly grab Jett, lifts him up and hits another torture rack slam!

Jeffrey: Zaiden is striking his prey! Not giving Jett a chance to even get into full gear!

The referee begins his count again. 1…2…3…4…5… Jett struggles back to his feet. Zaiden swarms again but Jett is ready with a quick jab. Zaiden stumbles and Jett double underhooks him, hitting a suplex!

Zaiden gets back up fairly quickly, but Jett continues his assault with a series of chops and punches. Zaiden falls to his knees and Jett once again kicks him in the back.

With Zaiden down, Jett moves towards the turnbuckle and climbs all the way up to the top rope. Not giving Zaiden a chance to recover he jumps off with a DOUBLE STOMP!!

The referee begins his count. 1…2…3…4..
5… but Zaiden uses the ropes to help him back up to his feet. Jett throws a few strikes but Zaiden stands his ground, kicks Jett in the gut, double underhooks and hits a suplex of his own.

Phoenix: Zaiden giving as good as he gets!

Zaiden runs to the ropes and takes out a now seated Jett with a boot to the face! Zaiden picks up Jett but he starts to fight back with right hands. Zaiden responds with a knee to the gut and then takes down Jett with a powerslam. Zaiden then gets down on the mat and locks Jett into a crossface!

Jeffrey: And now it's Zaiden's turn to wear down Jett with submissions!

Jett reaches the ropes after a few moments of struggle, but Zaiden keeps the hold locked in.

Roberts: Of course, there are no rope breaks in this match! Jett needs to find a way to get out of this fast!
Jeffrey: There are no rope breaks, but getting to the ropes can be great to get some leverage to get out of a hold!

Jeffrey’s words become somewhat prophetic when Jett pulls himself under the rope and over the apron, which forces Zaiden to lose his grip and break the hold.

Phoenix: Fantastic ring awareness from Lindon Jett!

Zaiden forces himself back to his feet and pulls Jett up with him. He delivers a stiff right hand to Jett’s jaw, but that just seems to fire up Jett who responds with a flurry of quick punches. Jett then whips Zaiden into the corner. Jett surges forward and blasts Zaiden in the face with a forearm. Zaiden slumps down the turnbuckles into a seated position on the mat. Jett then grabs Zaiden’s legs, pulls him up into the air, catches him and hits a sitting powerbomb! Jett rolls away and gets back to his feet.

Phoenix: Quick thinking by Jett and he takes down Zaiden with a brutal sitting powerbomb!
Roberts: And Zaiden hit his head hard on the mat! He looks out for the count right now!
Jeffrey: Well he still has until the count of ten! Let’s go Rhino!

The referee counts… 1…2…3…4… Jett leans against the ropes, trying to catch his breath in this small reprieve… 5…6… Zaiden begins to stir… 7…8…Zaiden stumbles back up to his feet at the count of 8!

Jeffrey: Yes! Zaiden survives! This isn’t over!

Jett launches for his opponent, but Zaiden side steps. Zaiden grabs Jett and lifts him for a gutwrench powerbomb, but Jett rolls out of it and lands on his feet. Jett takes down Zaiden with a Japanese Arm Drag. He then sends Zaiden back into the corner. Running after Zaiden, Jett clobbers him with a corner clothesline! Jett then lifts Zaiden up onto the top turnbuckle!

Roberts: Jett looks like he’s planning something big!
Jeffrey: Zaiden needs to get out of there fast!

Jett climbs up on the middle rope behind Zaiden and grabs him by the waist, before launching him back down to the mat with an AVALANCHE GERMAN SUPLEX!! Both men crash to the floor and the crowd goes wild! Jett stirs and rolls to all fours, slowly making his way to the ropes as the referee counts! 1…2…3…Jett uses the ropes to pull himself up!

Phoenix: Jett is up on his feet so the pressure is on Zaiden now!

4…5…6… Zaiden stirs…. 7…. He slowly rolls over…8…. Zaiden moves to his knees… 9…. ZAIDEN GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!!

Roberts: Zaiden was a second away from defeat right there!
Jeffrey: But being the resilient monster that he is, he survives again!

Jett sends Zaiden back into the corner. There, he continues to wear him down with chops and punches to the chest and face. Jett grabs a slouched Zaiden’s arms and pummels him with chest kicks. He then picks up Zaiden to his feet to deal more damage, but Zaiden fights back with a few clean jabs. Jett sends Zaiden to the ropes, Jett ducks under Zaiden on his return and goes to the ropes himself, and then the two clash in a double clothesline!

Phoenix: Both men are down!

Both men are running on adrenaline as they both get to their feet around the same time. Jett staggers over to Zaiden and hits an European Uppercut that claps like thunder. Zaiden stumbles but holds his ground, then returns with a chunky forearm! Jett staggers… then comes back with a knife edge chop! Zaiden winces, then returns with a knife edge chop of his own! Jett changes tactics and whips Zaiden into the ropes, then takes him up and over with a clothesline sending Zaiden to the outside! Jett then runs to the ropes and DIVES OUT with a suicide dive!!

Phoenix: And Jett flies to the outside! It’s a crash landing!
Roberts: And Zaiden was a sitting target! What a collision!

Both Jett and Zaiden struggle to their feet, still exchanging intermittent blows whenever possible. Zaiden grabs Jett and whips him into the corner steps, which implode upon impact! Stumbling over, Zaiden picks up Jett and rolls him back into the ring. Zaiden rolls in after him. Positioning himself perfectly while Jett recovers, Zaiden scoops up Jett and then swings him into a side slam!!

Phoenix: Zaiden hits the See You Down The Road! Bam!
Jeffrey: After all the punishment Jett has taken, he might not get up from this!

But Zaiden isn’t done! He picks up Jett, lifts him on his shoulders and hits the Inverted Fireman’s Carry Michinoku Driver!!

Phoenix: THE DISPARITY!!
Jeffrey: It’s definitely over now!
Roberts: I think you might be right!

The referee begins his count… 1…2…3… Jett shows no signs of moving… 4…5…6…7…still no sign….8… he rolls over… 9…. JETT KIPS UP BACK TO HIS FEET AND BEATS THE COUNT!!

Phoenix: How did he do that?!
Roberts: Incredible!

Furious, Zaiden grabs Jett and lifts him for another Disparity - but Jett wriggles free, lands on his feet - and HITS THE BACKSLIDE DRIVER!!

Phoenix: JETT LAG!! Full Gear has just pulled out his killer move out of nowhere!

Jett rolls away from Zaiden as the ref counts… 1…2…3…4…5…6…Jett gets back to his feet…7…8… Zaiden stirs…9… ZAIDEN stands up just in time, with help from the ropes!!

Phoenix: This is incredible! Such resilience from both men!

A “FIGHT FOREVER!” chant begins to echo around the arena. Both Jett and Zaiden, exhausted and staggered, stare at each other. Then, they stumble towards each other and clash into a flurry of crazy strikes!!

Lefts and rights, lefts and rights, chops and jabs, uppercuts and forearms!! The two warriors clash back and forth, back and forth, for a solid minute without any let up! The crowd goes wild as they unleash hell upon each other! Jett hits a European Uppercut in the sweet spot of Zaiden’s chin! Zaiden rocks backwards - Jett slips behind - and HITS ANOTHER JETT LAG!!

Phoenix: HE DID IT AGAIN!!

The referee starts his count!! ONE … TWO … THREE … FOUR … FIVE … SIX … SEVEN … EIGHT … JETT GETS TO HIS FEET … NINE … TEN!!

Carson: Here is your winner of the Best of Seven Series … LINDOOOON … JETT!!

Win Loss Records:
Lindon Jett 2-2
Grant Zaiden 2-2

Lindon Jett staggers. Finally with his victory achieved, he allows his exhaustion to take over. Soon he is down on his knees, as ”Creatures of Habit” by Polaris blares through the PA system to a deafening roar around the arena.

Phoenix: It has been a rivalry that has spanned nearly an entire year. Tonight, Lindon Jett has pulled through as the victor. Both men gave it everything they had, and on another night it could have gone Zaiden’s way! But it is TONIGHT that matters!
Roberts: Lindon Jett has just solidified his legacy in 4CW with that landmark Revival victory!
Jeffrey: And let’s be honest - both of these men will move on to bigger and better things after months of thrilling competition that they have graced us with!
Phoenix: Couldn’t have said it better myself, Ray! Revival really does bring out the best in you.
Jeffrey: What do you mean? I’m always at my best!

Inside the ring, Jett gets back to his feet having taken a moment to gather his bearings. He raises his arm to the crowd, wordlessly thanking them for their support. Then he turns to look at Zaiden. Zaiden is coming around, now laying on his side. Jett glares at him for a moment, then lunges forward and hoists the bigger man up to his feet!

Zaiden instinctively takes a step back and gets into an offensive stance, but Jett doesn’t move, so Zaiden quickly calms down. Jett nods his head and says some words to Zaiden that the mic doesn’t pick up. Zaiden looks oddly surprised. Then, Jett extends a hand.

Zaiden looks down at Jett’s hand. Then, he turns to look at the crowd. The emotion of such a journey is visible on Zaiden’s face, despite the hardened mask he wears. The crowd starts to buzz louder and louder and Zaiden looks back at the extended hand then into the eyes of Lindon Jett.

Then, he shakes the hand with aplomb to a massive roar from the crowd. The handshake soon becomes a half-hug, as they both pat each other on the back. Zaiden then grabs Jett’s arm and lifts it up in victory. Jett nods in approval of the crowd’s warmth. Jett stays in the ring a little longer as Zaiden slides out and heads up the ramp.

Phoenix: A fantastic display of the respect and admiration that has been born from this rivalry between Jett and Zaiden. I feel like we’ve seen the start of a strong alliance here in 4CW.

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Carson: The following contest is an Ante Up open challenge and it is for the 4CW CUSTOM CUP CHAMPIONSHIP!

“You Ain’t Ready” by Skillet hits the PA system. 4CW’s Custom Cup Champion steps out on stage to a raucous pop from the crowd.

Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at 230lbs, he is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion… XAVIER … AVAAAAANA!!

Xavier Avana raises his title into the air then makes his way down to the ring.

Phoenix: 6 foot 5. 230lbs. This man, the son of 4CW Hall of Famer Jacob Scharff, is Xavier Avana. He is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion and has been for 176 days. His stipulation? The Ante Up match! Along the way he has faced a few opponents, each with something they have put on the line too. For Witch Hazel, it was her plush Licky. For Dirk Meyer, his career. Tommy Young, his grandfather’s jacket. Avana has beaten them all and taken from them their most prized possessions.
Jeffrey: He’s been very impressive and tonight he will continue his open challenge. He has no idea who will accept the challenge and no idea what they will offer.
Roberts: But whoever it is, this is REVIVAL! They will be looking to steal the show with the Custom Cup Champion.

Xavier Avana, now in the ring, absorbs the glorious response from the crowd. He gets up on the turnbuckle and poses for them, then grabs a mic.

Avana: I’m ready to get started and I don’t want to waste ANY time. You guys know how this works, so I’ll just let the story unfold…

Avana drops the mic and waits. The crowd buzzes in anticipation.

Roberts: Who’s it gonna be?
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! You’re ruining it!

”Good Times” by Finger Eleven hits the PA system. The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos but one thing is clear… it is LOUD.

Jeffrey: Ooooooh boy!
Phoenix: It’s SUPREME! Now THIS is a match worthy of Revival!

Supreme steps on the stage and absorbs the reaction for a moment, then lifts the mic in his hand to his mouth.

Supreme: Xavier Avana… no introductions are necessary. You’re very aware of who I am. And I’m very aware of who you are. You’re not here to waste time? Good. Neither am I. You have something I want. I want it so badly I’m willing to risk everything to get it. I have to compliment Dirk Meyer for the inspiration… so let’s not waste any more time… Avana vs Supreme… TITLE VS CAREER!!

Jeffrey: WHAT?!
Roberts: Is he serious?
Phoenix: It certainly seems like it. Wow.

Supreme doesn’t wait for a response.

Supreme: Alright, Carson, introduce me!

Supreme’s music starts up again and Carson speaks.

Carson: And his opponent, weighing in at 240lbs, from SUPREMEVILLE, USA … HE IS A 4CW HALL OF FAMER … THIS IS SUPREEEEEEEME!!

Supreme marches down to the ring, ready to go. Avana is bouncing on the spot inside the ring, clearly ready for the challenge. Supreme rolls into the ring and he and Avana go nose to nose. Supreme smirks, steps back and offers his hand. Avana considers it, looks at the crowd, who seem to be telling him NOT to shake Supreme’s hand… but he shakes it anyway! While the crowd waits for the cheap shot, Supreme simply backs off and goes into his corner. Referee Jason Trent talks to both men and calls for the bell.

Phoenix: And things get underway! It’s Custom Cup Champion Xavier Avana versus Supreme! Title vs Career!!

Things are all professional as Supreme goes as far to wish Avana good luck. Supreme offers Avana another chance to pose for the crowd on the top turnbuckle; which receives a pop when Avana does it. Avana then gets down and turns around and Supreme then superkicks Avana into his stomach before grinning at the fans.

Phoenix: Of course, there is definitely a level of respect here but Supreme knows every trick in the book and isn’t afraid to use them.
Jeffrey: And that is why he will be walking out of here the new Custom Cup Champion!

Avana tries to get back up and Supreme assists only to buckle bomb Avana for further heat from the crowd. Supreme calls for a second superkick and this time Avana catches it, stepping over the foot and catches Supreme with his heel.

Roberts: Avana fighting back now!

Avana speeds things up with his series of dropkicks to keep Supreme off-balance. After connecting with his northern lights suplex, Avana witnesses Supreme roll to the apron for a breather. Avana leaps over the ropes in the corner before spearing Supreme on the ring apron to a crowd pop. Avana doesn't stop there, with an impressive leap onto the apron before running off the apron to land a suicide dive right into Supreme, causing them both to crash into the barricade.

Phoenix: This match has kicked off in searing heat!
Jeffrey: It seems there’s no feeling out process in this one!
Roberts: Avana is here and he means business! A win tonight over a Hall of Famer would do wonders for him!

Avana returns Supreme back into the ring before effortlessly springing onto the top rope in the corner. Avana then jumps off for a Frog Splash on Supreme who has all the air squashed out of him! Avana makes the cover! ONE … TWO … NO! Kickout!

Phoenix: Avana makes the first attempt to end this match but it’s not enough!
Roberts: That was one mean Frog Splash though!

The match evolves thanks to Avana getting fired up. Avana targets Supreme's neck with a Poisonrana off the second rope and locks in a dragon sleeper.

Roberts: And look at this! Supreme is suddenly in big trouble!

Supreme starts to fade and gets a chant of  “Please Tap Out”. To the crowd's disappointment, he manages to jab Avana in the eye to be free of the hold.

Jeffrey: And that’s why Supreme is a Hall of Famer! Smartest mind in the business!

After chastising the fans, Supreme makes an example out of Avana by hitting a snap German Suplex! He’s not done there though, and continues on with not only a second German Supkex, but also a third and then, perhaps the most brutal one of all, a fourth which gives Avana a little air time!!

Phoenix: Supreme is back with a brutal series of Germans! You can never count him out!
Jeffrey: And in the matter of moments, it’s now Avana who is in danger!

Supreme waits for Avana to get back to his feet then BOOM!! Supreme delivers a Roaring Elbow!

Phoenix: Supreme Annoyance! Avana has been knocked silly!

Avana goes down and Supreme makes the cover! ONE … TWO … NO! KICKOUT!!

Roberts: Avana’s title reign stays alive! It’s not over!

A disrespectful mocking of Avana’s signature taunt earns Supreme more boos. Supreme grabs Avana and puts him in the corner, setting up for Supreme Impact. However, those boos turn to cheers when Avana manages to reverse by hitting Supreme with a back elbow.

Avana fights back further and superkicks Supreme, who crashes to the ground from the turnbuckle. This sets up the springboard moonsault but Avana spots the knees coming up and lands on his feet, forcibly rolls Supreme back onto his knees and begins to deliver stiff kicks to the chest until Supreme falls onto his back, now unable to get the knees up.

The springboard moonsault lands and Avana secures both legs for a pin!! ONE … TWO … NO! KICKOUT!!

Phoenix: I thought for a moment Avana had it there, but no! The match continues!

Avana manages to perform a handspring cutter but Supreme pushes Avana away to land back first. As Avana sits up, Supreme kicks him right in the back. Avana screams in pain and then gets dragged up for a release Fisherman’s Suplex by Supreme.

Phoenix: Supreme Compromise!

Supreme doesn’t go for the cover - instead he sends Avana into the corner and then wears him down with a series of back elbows. Avana makes it to one knee and Supreme tries a superkick; Avana swiftly avoids it. Avana lands a jumping enziguri to stagger Supreme into the ropes where Avana catches Supreme off the rebound with his the Helluva Kick!!

Phoenix: BENT OUTTA SHAPE!! That’s gotta be it!

Avana covers the fallen Supreme! ONE … TWO … NO!! KICKOUT!!

Astounded that he still hasn’t put Supreme away, Avana retreats to the ropes to catch his breath. Avana looks exasperated as Supreme starts to get back to his feet fairly quickly. Avana grabs him from behind and hits a German Suplex of his own! Avana then goes to the top rope and sets up for a diving move - but Supreme is up again and he falls into the ropes, causing Avana to lose his balance and crash to the mat! Supreme makes the cover! ONE … TWO … NO!! Avana kicks out!!

Phoenix: This match has been a hellfire from the get-go, and I feel like one of these two is going to burn out real fast at this pace!

Supreme picks up Avana and sets him up for another Fisherman’s Suplex.

Phoenix: I’m not sure Avana can handle another one of these!

Supreme lifts, but Avana blocks. Avana fights back with some gut punches, then hits a thunderous knee to the gut of Supreme. Avana then pushes him against the corner, falls back and hits a SECOND BENT OUTTA SHAPE!!

Supreme falls to the floor. Avana leaps up top, clutching his ribs. As Supreme stumbles to his feet, Avana dives off and hits a SHOOTING STAR DDT!!

Phoenix: AVANA BURNS OUT ALRIGHT!! This one has to be over!!

Avana covers Supreme! The crowd chants along… ONE … TWO … THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and STILL 4CW Custom Cup Champion … XAVIER … AAAAAAVANA!!

Win Loss Records:
Xavier Avana 3-0
Supreme 3-2

Phoenix: A huge victory for Xavier Avana!
Jeffrey: But you know what that means!
Roberts: Supreme’s 4CW career is over!
Jeffrey: Maybe he can be a referee now like Meyer - ooh, better yet: he can replace you on this commentary table, Roberts!

Avana celebrates his victory with the crowd, and stands in the middle of the ring for an extended moment, then turns and leaves.

Seemingly, he wants to give Supreme his one last moment in the ring alone with the crowd. Avana disappears through the curtain, and his music cuts out. The crowd meets this sudden silence with a roar of pure noise for Supreme, who is now sitting up in the ring, looking somewhat stunned. He looks like he has been punctured, as he looks up and realises what has happened. The crowd helps him up to his feet.

Phoenix: What we can say is love him or hate him, Supreme is one of the best to ever step foot in 4CW.
Roberts: A true icon!
Jeffrey: There’s no doubt about it! Supreme by name, Supreme by nature!

Supreme nods at the crowd, acknowledging their reaction, and then leans against the ropes, closing his eyes for a moment. ”Good Times by Finger Eleven hits the PA system. This causes Supreme to open his eyes again. A tear rolls down his face, but he hastily wipes it away and hypes himself and the crowd up by throwing his arms in the air!

Then, without further ado, he slips out of the ring and heads back up the ramp, not looking back once.

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Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!

“Cowboys from Hell” by Pantera blasts through the PA system. Out comes the Hardcore Champion, flanked by his brother.

Carson: Introducing first, being accompanied by Robert Crow, from Philidelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 260lbs… he is the 4CW HARDCORE CHAMPION … JASON … CROOOOW!!

Jason and Robert make it down to the bottom of the ramp, all the while flipping off as much of the crowd as humanly possible. Jason rolls into the ring and hands the Hardcore Title to his brother, who then hands it to a ringside assistant. While Jason stands in the ring, Robert hangs around the ringside area in wait.

“Between II Worlds” by NERO hits the PA system. The crowd pops as the arena darkens. The first sign of the opponent is his glowing and flashing blue trunks. Then, the lights come back on, to reveal Quentin Cosmo!

Carson: And his opponent, from the WIDER UNIVERSE, weighing in at 217lbs… QUENTIN … COOOOSMO!!

It soon becomes apparent that Cosmo is carrying a kendo stick! He breaks into a run down the ramp and wipes out Robert with one swift headshot. Cosmo them rolls into the ring and charges at Jason. The referee calls for the bell!

Phoenix: And here we go! This one is getting right underway!

Cosmo starts the match off with several kendo stick shots before Jason lands his suplex.

Phoenix: Cosmo unleashed with that kendo stick but Jason finally found an opening!

This catches Cosmo better than expected, as Jason works over Cosmo with a couple of body shots in the corner and three back elbows; hit back to back. Cosmo manages to catch the toe kick by Jason, knocking him to the floor so Cosmo can drop a big elbow drop onto Jason; squashing the air out of their lungs.

Phoenix: And Cosmo is back in control!
Roberts: It was super smart to take out Robert before the match got underway! Fighting two of these guys would not be great, as he has learned over the last few months!
Jeffrey: I still don’t really get what is up with Cosmo. There’s been some weird shit going on… you guys have noticed it too, right?
Phoenix: He certainly has a colourful backstory and some odd tendencies…
Jeffrey: Nah, but it’s more than that! This Cosmo cat kinda freaks me out a bit.
Roberts: Don’t tell me you’re scared of him because he’s a time traveller!
Jeffrey: First of all, if he was a time traveller, I’d get him to send your mother back thirty years so I could fuck her in her prime.
Roberts: That’s not even how time travel work--
Jeffrey: Second of all, SHUT UP, ROBERTS!

Cosmo works his way to setting up his backbreaker, but Jason prevents it with a thumb to the eye! Staggering about, Cosmo steps right into Jason's chair shot! The referee counts the one, the two but Cosmo kicks out before the three!

Phoenix: Savage collision of steel meeting skull! Steel certainly won the battle, but the war is not over!

Jason grabs Cosmo and roughly throws him out of the ring under the bottom rope, kicking him out when he hangs over the apron. Rolling out, Jason unleashes some right hands. Cosmo and Jason brawl around the ring for a bit. Cosmo gets Jason in the ring after a few moments. He then picks up the fallen kendo stick from earlier and smashes Jason across the skull with it!

Phoenix: Cosmo is proving to be mighty dangerous with that kendo stick!

Suddenly, Cosmo is assaulted from behind by Robert Crow, recovered from his earlier attack. He beats down Cosmo with a bunch of kicks and stomps as the crowd boos all around the venue.

Roberts: And there it is! The numbers game comes into play once again!

Robert picks up Cosmo by his hair and chin. Jason grabs the title belt. Cosmo is in prime position for Jason to blast him, but as Jason runs up, Cosmo slips down to the mat and JASON KNOCKS OUT HIS OWN BROTHER! Cosmo clubs Jason in the back of the head and rips the title belt out of his hands! Then, Cosmo touches a panel on his belt buckle and twists it. The lights go out and the titantron lights up, providing us what seems to be a direct video feed of some kind of lights show.

Phoenix: What the hell is going on?
Jeffrey: THIS IS WHY I DON’T LIKE QUENTIN COSMO!

We see a rainbow wormhole on the titantron than ends up solidifying into a feed of what seems to be Gallows End 2020. Quentin Cosmo appears inside the ring, holding the Hardcore Championship. On the titantron inside the video feed, at the same time as Cosmo’s appearance in the ring, Cosmo is being beat up by Jason and Robert Crow backstage when the lights go off. Jason and Robert are shown video footage of Cosmo standing in the ring and are super confused.

Phoenix: Hey, wait a minute - that’s Gallows End 2020… but how did Cosmo get - oh my god…
Roberts: It’s real? It’s all real?
Jeffrey: What? What the hell is going on?

Cosmo disappears from Gallows End 2020 and back into the rainbow wormhole. We see a glimpse of him arriving to help himself in a tag team match against the Cosmos, but soon he is back in the wormhole. His belt buckle begins to flicker, so he bashes it.

Suddenly, he is lurched forward and the titantron solidifies into some kind of music concert. Quentin is sitting at a show, with a jam band on stage. He scans the area using said belt buckle (which is also acting as a camera) and it gives the following information.

Pauly Pavillion, UCLA - Los Angeles, California
November 17th, 1973
Grateful Dead Live - “Playing In The Band”

Phoenix: That’s - Grateful Dead? 1973?
Roberts: Are we seriously watching Quentin Cosmo time travel right now?
Phoenix: I don’t believe it, that’s Jerry Garcia! In the flesh!

Cosmo seems to be enjoying the music for a little while, until his buckle starts flashing red.

WARNING: NEW DANGER LEVEL - TIME PARADOX - LEVEL 2

Cosmo can audibly be heard saying “Shit!” over the noise of the performance as he bashes the buckle again.

WARNING: NEW DANGER LEVEL - TIME PARADOX - LEVEL 3

Cosmo: For fuck’s sake. Off and on again, I guess.

The titantron cuts. The arena is left in darkness and silence. It seems, just for a second, that time has literally stood still. And then, BAM! All the lights are back on, Quentin Cosmo is back, everything seems back to normal. Jason turns around - BAM! Quentin Cosmo smashes him with the title belt! COSMO COVERS! ONE … TWO … THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEW 4CW HARDCORE CHAMPION … QUENTIIIN … COSMOOO!!

Win Loss Records:
Quentin Cosmo 3-0
Jason Crow 1-2

As soon as the music for Cosmo hits, he rolls out of the ring, grabs a mic, and rolls back into the ring.

Cosmo: Cut the music … uh - OK, guys - no doubt, this is a magnificent moment for my career. I’m so proud of this win but … I have to level with you guys… and now, don’t panic… but I think I just nearly broke the space-time continuum.

The crowd murmurs, half amused, half bewildered.

Cosmo: But don’t panic! I fixed it… kind of… I sent literally the ENTIRE universe forward a year (and one hour) so… technically, now it’s April 25th, 2022… but on the bright side, your lives won’t be affected in any way aside from some calendar issues! Thanks for your support, er… goodnight!

Cosmo’s music plays again as he rolls out of the ring with the 4CW Hardcore Title now draped over his shoulder.

Phoenix: Well, I’m not quite sure how to say this without questioning my own sanity but - it seems we have just jumped one year into the future! Not just 4CW - but the entire universe!
Roberts: This is freaking me out! Ray, did you put acid in my coffee?
Jeffrey: Hey! I might hate your guts, but that doesn’t mean I want to drug you! Mainly it just means I want to plough your mother then gloat about it to you!
Phoenix: Well, regardless… It seems Quentin Cosmo’s mysterious powers have well and truly changed the 4CW universe!
Jeffrey: I doubt anything will substantially change except the date on our calendars, Scott! We can now, technically, call this a TWO-NIGHT REVIVAL!! And hey, all of our life spans just got extended by one year. I call that an absolute win!

4CW Presents… REVIVAL XV NIGHT TWO
April 25, 2022
Live from Hollywood Florida

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the time space anomaly we experienced tonight, we have actually lost an hour of time. Therefore, the Lightning in the Bottle match originally scheduled for tonight as well as the Janiturs vs Supergroup match for the Franchise Title will instead take place next month on Storm Front!
Jeffrey: We do apologise for this but hey, at least now you get it on free TV!

===

”Red Flag” by Billy Talent hits the PA system. Out comes Sery to a magnificent pop from the Florida crowd. Sery stands on the stage, and raises his arms in encouragement for the fans to increase their volume, which they do emphatically. Satisfied, Sery makes his way down to the ring.

Phoenix: Sery started a tradition of showcasing new talent at Revival last year and he looks to continue that tonight!
Jeffrey: And with the impact of the three men that debuted last year, I’m excited to see what he has to offer!

Sery rolls into the ring and grabs a mic from a ringside assistant. The crowd chants “SERY! SERY! SERY!” as his music cuts. Sery raises his arm to try and quieten the crowd and they oblige.

Sery: Ladies and gentlemen, people of all ages, I hope you’re having a great night tonight, because IT’S REVIVAL!!

Another big pop from the crowd, but Sery quickly continues.

Sery: And it’s time for a special segment of mine, one in which I showcase to you the newest talent 4CW has to offer! So without further ado, I am pleased to welcome --

Suddenly, the speakers blare back to life as ”A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat hits the PA system. The crowd goes nuclear as recognition of the song hits them.

Phoenix: No way! It can’t be!
Jeffrey: I think it is, Scott!!
Roberts: Could it really be him?!

Sery looks surprised in the ring, and a moment later, the curtain ripples and LORD SKYWOLF bursts out onto the stage!!

Phoenix: I don’t believe it! It is! LORD SKYWOLF IS HERE!
Jeffrey: The last time we saw him was when he quit as GM and went on an indefinite cruise! He looked tanned!

Lord Skywolf stands on the stage, dressed in a suit, looking down at Sery. He does not look pleased. He heads down the ramp and slides into the ring and the crowd is ecstatic as it can’t quite comprehend what is happening.

Skywolf enters the ring and is handed a mic by a ringside assistant. Sery offers a handshake to which Skywolf ignores.

Sery: Lord Skywolf! What a surprise! I can’t believe you’re here. How long’s it been? Three years? How are you, buddy?

Skywolf stares daggers at Sery. Then he slowly brings the mic to his lips.

Skywolf: As always, Sery … you astound me.
Sery: Well, thank you.

Skywolf narrows his eyes in disdain, but continues. His voice sounds like it is repressing nuclear rage, calm and clear… but ominous.

Skywolf: It wasn’t a compliment. Yeah, it’s been nearly three years. Let’s refresh the memories of the people, since such a long time has passed. For those who forgot, or for those who weren’t around then, I used to be the General Manager of 4CW. Eventually, I got sick of the sound of Sery’s voice in particular and I left and wouldn’t you believe it, Sery himself became the new GM. Funny how that worked out, eh?

Sery chuckles.

Sery: It is a little funny, now you mention it.
Skywolf: It was rhetorical, asshat!

Skywolf’s calmness suddenly breaks, he looks a little mad. The crowd laughs at this, but Sery looks a little taken aback. Skywolf ploughs on.

Skywolf: And if you remember, Sery… you promised to send me off on an all-expenses paid cruise. Remember that?
Sery: I do. And I did.
Skywolf: Oh, you did. For that you will get credit. I was on that cruise, and for a couple of months, everything was fantastic. Until suddenly, inexplicably, all those expenses that were paid… suddenly, started bouncing back.

Sery frowns.

Sery: That can’t be right. I’m still paying to this very day.

Skywolf: Really? Because they downgraded me! And I’m not unreasonable. A couple of months in prime cruise ships musta been expensive, I was gonna cut you some slack… Except that downgrade was on a fucking Chinese fishing boat, and they sold me to some Somali pirates. After Jack Sparrowing my way out I had to trek across the Arabian deserts for 40 days, then got kidnapped and put to work on an Afghan poppy farm!

Sery: That -

Skywolf: Then the poppy farm got attacked by US marines, who rescued me.  Then the chopper got shot down over the Pacific and I was stuck on a deserted island for TWO fucking years! It was like an episode of Lost on crack! Tom Hanks was fucking priveliged, I didn’t have a volleyball to keep me company!

Sery: Wolfie, I -

Skywolf: And it turns out, using a roller blade to knock out a tooth is FUCKING STUPID!! I nearly died from the blood loss. I had to get a blood transfusion from a FUCKING SEAGULL to save my life!

Sery: What? That’s -

Skywolf: I'm the Skywolf... they are Skyrats! Do you know how embarrassing that was for me, even with literally no-one in the world watching?

Sery: I can’t imagine -

Skywolf is a crazed madman unleashed at this point. His eyes bulging and rageful, his face cracked and terrible.

Skywolf: And you wanna know the kicker? After all that, after a fucking journey that would make Tolkien blush and I finally, FINALLY made it home my one comfort was that I had a bunch of money paid FROM YOU for the past three years for my all-expenses paid cruise… only to find, and this is why I was downgraded, you paid for it in all this SERYCOIN CRYPTO BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS SERYCOIN?!

Sery grins, suddenly relieved.

Sery: Ah, well that is the most valuable, fastest-rising crypto currency on the market! You’d be wise to invest --

Skywolf: It’s been THREE FUCKING YEARS and it has NO VALUE! You’ve fucking BANKRUPTED ME! I had to borrow this suit from my brother! HE WORKS IN A FUCKING RESTARAUNT. Do you know how belittling that was for me?

Sery: I really do understand your frustration, Wolfie, and it’s a fascinating story. How about we work together on a book deal? I can get you published in six months and we’ll -

Skywolf: STOP! JUST STOP! STOP… SCHEMING!! I’m not putting up with this bullshit anymore, Sery! I just found out that as soon as I step foot back in 4CW, it causes the universe to jump a fucking year in time! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

The crowd are so entertained at this point they are chanting “WOLFIE! WOLFIE! WOLFIE!” This seems to calm Skywolf somewhat, and he speaks again in a calmer tone. But it doesn’t last long.

Skywolf: I can’t deal with this in the ring, and I can’t deal with it on the mic… so I’m doing it in the most American way possible… I’M SUING YOUR ASS! Expect an email from my lawyer - and if I find out it’s you with a wig, I’ll fucking TEAR YOU APART!

Skywolf slams the mic and storms out of the ring. The crowd are half-amazed by this hilarious outcome, half-astounded by the result. Sery, inside the ring, seems like he’s still trying to figure out how Skywolf could be bankrupt with the most valuable commodity on the crypto scene.

Phoenix: Well, I will tell you this - only at Revival would you see such an insanely memorable scene.
Jeffrey: Man, I feel sorry for Lord Skywolf after all he’s been through - and he’s a Lord! I shouldn’t have to feel sorry for him! That’s how fucked up this is! I hope he wins his case!
Roberts: You realise if he does win his case, it’ll affect our work right?
Jeffrey: Oh, shut up, Roberts!

===

Carson: The following contest is a GAUNTLET MATCH and it is for the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!

”Forever Lotus” by RUDE hits the PA system. Two figures emerge onto the stage. The crowd roars as they become revealed as Oki-Kira and Tsusiko Mizuno.

Carson: Introducing the team who drew #1, Oki-Kira and Tsukiko Mizuno… SILENT … SOOOORCERY!!

Phoenix: This match is all about the 4CW Tag Team Championships and Silent Sorcery are two-time champions in their own right! They walked into last year’s Revival as the tag champions and lost the belts. Tonight, they look to do the opposite. But to succeed, they have to survive the entire gauntlet!
Jeffrey: They certainly have resiliency in spades! Let’s see if the have what it takes to do what only they have done, twice, and that is take the tag title from Umbra Maxima!

”Black Flame” by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system. The crowd breaks out into smatterings of boos, as the Black Flame representatives come out.

Carson: And their opponents, who drew #2, Bruce Rigg and Garret Fischer … THE LIBERAAAATION!!

Phoenix: The Liberation are not only looking for their first 4CW Tag Team Championship here tonight, they are also looking to start the night off strong for The Black Flame, as Rhys Cain is set to take on Erica Moxie later tonight in a Loser Leaves Town Deathmatch!
Jeffrey: Seems like The Liberation are under a lot of pressure tonight. The question is, will it crush them?
Roberts: All I know is The Liberation will have to be on their A-Game tonight to get past Silent Sorcery, never mind the rest of the gauntlet!

The referee checks both teams and sends them to their corners. Tsukiko Mizunol and Bruce Rigg start respectively for their teams. The match opens up with Rigg throwing his weight around. He tosses Kiko around like a ragdoll, with a few shoulder blocks and plenty of whipping to the ropes, followed by a strike, clothesline or elbow strike. After about a minute of this, Kiko finds an opening after sidestepping Rigg and rolls him up but he kicks out at two.

The two dive back into it, and this time Kiko is a little more prepared. She uses her speed to swiftly avoid some lunging shots from Rigg, before tripping him with a drop toe hold and following up with a dropkick to the seated Rigg. Another cover, but Rigg kick out at two.

Phoenix: It seemed as though Rigg was going to dominate the opening section of this match but Kiko has found her feet well!
Roberts: That’s true but she still has to get through this machine.

The two get back to their feet and Kiko baseball slides under a charging Rigg. She neatly kips back up to her feet and as Rigg turns around to face her, he eats a spinning heel kick to the abdomen. Kiko tries to follow up with some kind of DDT variation but Rigg uses his strength to push her away and send her crashing to the mat. Kiko gets quickly back to her feet but eats a mean clothesline which rocks her. Rigg makes the cover but only gets a two count.

Rigg sends Kiko to his corner and tags in Fischer. Fischer immediately works on Kiko with a few knife edge chops in the corner. He then sends Kiko to the ropes and hits a dropkick of his own. He runs to the ropes and comes back to take out Kiko with a crossbody. Cover, but only two are counted.

The match continues as Rigg and Fischer continue to work on Kiko in the corner, with multiple tags. At one point Kiko breaks free with a mean elbow to the head of Fischer. She makes it halfway over to Kira, before Rigg tags himself in, gets into the ring and yanks her back into his corner. Rigg sets up Kiko for a big powerbomb, but Kiko shifts her weight and rolls up Rigg again! The referee counts one and two, but Rigg kicks out before three.

The infuriated Rigg picks up Kiko by her hair. This seems to piss her off, as she Siren Screams into the face of Rigg. Rigg reels, covering his ears for a moment, and Kiko leaps over to make the hot tag! Kira runs in and takes out a recovering Fischer with a superkick! Rigg swings for Kira, who swiftly moves backwards to avoid contact, then sweeps Rigg to the mat with a swift kick to the back of the legs!

Kira runs to the ropes and climbs to the top, launching off with a DOUBLE STOMP on Rigg! Kira waits for Rigg to recover, positioning himself behind, then takes him out with a FAMOUSER! Kira hooks the leg! ONE … TWO … KICKOUT!! Rigg gets back up to his feet on seemingly adrenaline alone. Fischer tries to get back in but Kira throws herself at him, sending them both through the middle rope and to the outside.

Rigg throws a big boot at Kira, Kira dodges it - PELE KICK!! Kira gets back to his feet and positions himself perfectly for his next move. When Rigg groggily sits up to his knees, Kira runs in and hits the …

Roberts: KINSHASAAAAAA!!
Phoenix: That’s gotta be it!

Kira hooks the leg and the referee counts… ONE … TWO … THREE!!

Jeffrey: This one is over!

Carson: The Liberation has been eliminated!

Phoenix: The Liberation have not performed at their best tonight! They showed some fight, but we’ve seen them do much better than that before!
Roberts: Silent Sorcery are just on another level tonight that The Liberation can’t keep up with!
Jeffrey: Maybe the pressure of potentially losing their leader tonight is getting to them!

”Taking You Down” by Egypt Central hits the PA system.

Carson: On their way to the ring, they are the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … Elfan Simtul … Maximilian Yesgill … UMBRAAAA … MAXIMAAAA!!

Phoenix: Uh-oh! Here comes the 4CW Tag Team Champions! That means they have to beat three teams tonight to retain those titles!
Roberts: And their first opponents will be Silent Sorcery, who already have seven minutes under their belt in this match tonight!

Simtul and Yesgill waste no time coming to the ring. By the time they reach the bottom of the ramp, their titles are off their waist and with the referee. They then go their corner, and Simtul opens the match with Kiko.

Phoenix: And now it’s the classic rivalry: Umbra Maxima vs Silent Sorcery. Only one can advance! Here we go!

Kiko fights hard against Simtul, but he’s fresh and fierce, taking her down with clubbing blows to the back. Simtul throws Kiko into the corner and hits a stinger splash!

Phoenix: Total Eclipse, right off the bat!

Simtul covers Kiko. He gets one, two and - no! Kira runs in to break the fall! Simtul gets to his feet and approaches Kira in the corner, but Kira stands his ground daring Simtul to do anything. Before Simtul can, Kiko jumps on his back! Simtul throws Kiko back to the mat over the shoulder. When she gets back up, he aims for a clothesline. Kiko ducks under and tags in Kira!

Roberts: For the second time in this gauntlet, here comes Kira with the save!

Kira runs in and hits a basement dropkick to bring Simtul down to his knees. He then follows up with a SURPRISE KINSHASAAAAA!!

Phoenix: Oh my god!
Jeffrey: KINSHASAAAAA!! Out of nowhere!!

Kira covers Simtul! ONE … TWO … NO! Yesgill breaks the fall! Kira tries to move Yesgill away and successfully pushes him back into the corner. He then turns back to pick up Simtul, who grabs him by the throat! SImtul gets back to his feet, lifts up Kira, and chokeslams him onto his own knee!

Phoenix: Some kind of chokeslam backbreaker from Simtul there!
Jeffrey: Innovative offence!

Simtul makes the cover! ONE … TWO … but Kira kicks out! Simtul looks furious as he approaches Yesgill and tags him in. Yesgill leaps over the top rope and quickly takes down a recovering Kira with a DDT! Another cover, but Kira kicks out again at two!

Yesgill gets back up and positions himself seemingly in an advantageous position against Kira - but then he blindsides Kiko on the apron with a mean elbow which knocks her down to the ground! Yesgill then jumps onto the apron, waits for Kira to get back his feet - leaps up and springboards into a SUPERMAN PUNCH - but no - Kira sidesteps - Yesgill rolls through! Yesgill turns into a SUPERKICK from Kira! Yesgill stumbles backwards, hits the ropes, bounces forward and eats a PELE KICK! Kira makes the cover! ONE … TWO … NO!! Yesgill kicks out!

Phoenix: My god, I thought Oki-Kira had it there! It was so close!
Roberts: That superkick-Pele Kick combo had Yesgill rocked! But he found a way to survive!

Kira rolls back to his feet and goes into the corner, setting up for yet another Kinshasa!

Phoenix: He’s going for it again!

As Kira runs forward, the kneeling Yesgill senses it coming and falls forward,to all fours, avoiding the blow. He then gets up, standing behind Kira, and runs at him to take him out with a slingblade! Yesgill goes to the ropes again, sees Kiko still laid out, waits for his moment, springboards off and hits the superman punch!

Phoenix: BOOSTER DESCENT!! Yesgill takes out Kira!!

The referee counts the fall! ONE … TWO … THREE!!

Carson: Silent Sorcery has been eliminated!

Phoenix: They gave it a good effort, but tonight was not the night for Silent Sorcery!
Roberts: Umbra Maxima hold on to the tag team gold for now - but they still have to defeat two more tag teams tonight to go home with the gold!

”Roadgame” by Kavinsky hits the PA system.

Carson: On their way to the ring, Devon Drummond and Reuben Kojo … THE SYNTH CITYYYYYY … THRILLERS!!

Phoenix: And here come two fantastic talents, all the way from the UK! It’s Devon Drummond and Reuben Kojo - the SYNTH CITY THRILLERS!
Roberts: And while they have never beaten Umbra Maxima, they are facing an Umbra Maxima who just put away their greatest rivals! The champions are certainly not fresh anymore!
Jeffrey: That may be true, but Umbra Maxima has plenty more in the tank!

The Synth City Thrillers make it to the ring. With Yesgill still the legal man in Umbra Maxima’s corner, Kojo goes to the apron while Drummond steps into the ring to face the smaller half of the tag team champions.

Phoenix: It’s Drummond and Yesgill to continue this Gauntlet!

Drummond and Yesgill lock up in the middle. Drummond gains the advantage and locks in a side headlock. He wrenches the pressure on Yesgill’s head but Yesgill manages to push Drummond off into the ropes. Upon his return, Drummond goes for a clothesline which Yesgill ducks. On his next return, Drummond faces a dropkick from Yesgill but sidesteps it.

Drummond drops an elbow down on Yesgill, but he rolls out of the way. Yesgill then jumps back into the action with a roll up. The referee counts one, two … but Drummond kicks out!

Phoenix: Drummond is an in-ring savant! You won’t catch him out with that!

Drummond reverses a suplex attempt from Yesgill and hits one of his own. Drummond follows up with a springboard moonsault from the ropes!

Phoenix: Rage Against The Dying Light!

Drummond covers Yesgill! One, two … but no! Yesgill kicks out! Yesgill rolls away from Drummond and towards his corner, but Drummond sees his plan and blocks his path. Drummond then whips Yesgill into the Synth City corner and tags in Reuben Kojo.

Reuben takes his time over the next couple of minutes wearing down Yesgill with slow, methodical chops, stomps and kicks. Reuben Kojo then ragdolls Yesgill over to the Maxima corner and dares Simtul to tag himself in, who of course, obliges.

Jeffrey: Awwwwwwww yeah!
Phoenix: Here we go! The big men collide!

The two behemoths clash in the middle of the ring with a flurry of flailing shots, from right hands to elbows. Kojo gets a big advantage with a spinning backfist, and follows it up with a big SPINEBUSTER!!

Roberts: Kojo with the Synthbuster! Simtul looks like he’s seen better days right now!

He certainly does and he staggers to his feet, holding the bottom of his spine. Kojo sets up for the Reubenage, but eats an elbow to the ear from Simtul. Simtul then knees Kojo in the gut, lifts him over his head and hits the SHADOW HAMMER!!!

Phoenix: SHADOW HAMMER! Incredible strength by Simtul!

Yesgill runs into the ring and superkicks Drummond off the apron!

Roberts: And Yesgill continues to cheapshot his opponents!
Phoenix: But it also means Kojo has no-one to save him! ONE … TWO … THREE!!

Carson: Synth City Thrillers have been eliminated!

Phoenix: They did it! Once again, Umbra Maxima have put away their opponents in this gauntlet! And that means, we’re down to the final two! Umbra Maxima have one more tag team to defeat if they want to walk out of here with their tag titles!

The lights go out and the 4CWTron flickers to life as "Mystery" by Wee Free Music creeps through the speakers. The shadowy forms of Pilgrim Paige and Kinzy Kane appear on screen, standing side-by-side on the sidewalk of a dark, foggy street. They turn to face the narrow alleyway nestled between the two surrounding buildings and as they do so, their faces are illuminated by the colourful neon signs protruding from the neighbouring storefronts. As they stroll confidently together into the alley, their forms are cast once again into shadow, then become impossible to discern as the darkness envelopes them. Similarly, the stage itself is soon completely overtaken by fog and darkness, as the Tron goes black. As the eerie sci-fi tune continues, the Tron kicks back up in the form of a glitchy array of coloured bars, interrupted occasionally by distorted clips from classic sci-fi films, like the tracking is bad on a worn VHS tape.

Jeffrey: Egads, my eyes! I am nooot nostalgic for the "quirks" of old video tech!
Roberts: "Egads" .. I mean, really, Ray?
Jeffrey: Just using the parlance of the last time test patterns and bad tracking were commonplace. Plus, I figured I'd take our dear Scott Phoenix even deeper down the nostalgia hole. Hell, Scotty can remember a time before TVs had colour—ain't that right, old-timer?
*Scott, it seems, is not amused.*
Phoenix: Has your head depreciated in value of late, or have you just forgotten your place, old friend?
Jeffrey: Ha! And where's th—
*Scott swiftly slaps Ray Jeffrey upside the head, knocking his headset askew; Scott chuckles heartily.*
Phoenix: Within arm's reach, that's where!
*Scott grins, satisfied with his handiwork; on the other side of the table, James Roberts can't hold back a donkey-like guffaw. Ray finishes fixing his headset and shoots Roberts a dirty look.*
Jeffrey: Y'know, if anyone but Mrs Roberts could stand to touch you, you'd be laid out cold right about now!
Roberts: Suuure...

As "Mystery" ends, the Tron goes dark and a lone spotlight is cast upon stage right. Then, the fog breaks to reveal...

Jeffrey: Hold the rotary phone, is that a frickin' TARDIS?!

Indeed, a vintage police phone box—with delightfully gaudy aesthetic additions such as glowing purple door handles and multi-coloured fibreoptic lights that encircle the roof and floor trim—has appeared on stage. A Y2J-esque countdown displays on the Tron, complete with a mechanical-sounding note that plays at each second of the count.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

PYRO!!!

A single blast of golden pyro explodes high above the TARDIS, summoning the takeover of the house speakers by Turboslash's "GodMode Domination" as Paige and Kinzy exit the TARDIS to a huge pop! Both women are clearly feeling the love, grinning from ear to ear on the way to the ring.

Roberts: Showmanship is the name of the game when Paige and Kinzy hit the scene! What an entrance!
Jeffrey: As fun as James' mother and nerdier than Pharrell Williams circa '99—ya gotta love it!

Paige's new attire closely resembles her partner's longsleeve crop-top and tights, but with a galaxy-themed pattern. Paige is wearing her purple locks in loose waves, with a single side-braid for flavour. Kinzy is sporting her spunky fauxhawk (as seen at Gallows End 2020), accentuated this time with purple on the tips.

Carson: On the way to the ring, at a combined weight of 264lbs... the team of "Neon Rain" Kinzy Kane and Pilgrim Paige... coming to us from THE DARK SIDE OF NEONTARIO... NEEEOOON MOOOOOON!!

Paige and Kinzy pick up the pace, link hands and slide into the ring together. They rise from the mat in sync, climb parallel corners on the hardcam side and "WOOOOOO!!" with the rowdy crowd!

Jeffrey: Neon Moon, eh? I kinda like that.
Phoenix: New tag name, new ring gear and new stage spectacle—yes, this is a team that's never lacking in imagination and has a strong knack for synchronicity, both in and out of the ring!
Roberts: And now the question is: Can Paige and Kinzy make those traits come together just right in their biggest match as a duo, at the greatest annual event in all of pro wrestling? I can't wait to find out!
Phoenix: All they have to do to win this gauntlet is beat a team that has already had two matches! The problem is, that team is UMBRA MAXIMA - the most dominant team in 4CW history.
Roberts: Yeah, it’s a big ask! But they are fresh, and Paige is a Hall of Famer! We could well be seeing new tag champions tonight!
Jeffrey: Are you kidding? Umbra Maxima have been champions for what feels like forever! They are the status quo of tag wrestling! That won’t change tonight!

Simtul waits in his corner, while Yesgill stands on the apron. They do not look impressed by the theatrics, and seemingly it has only given Maxima a chance to recover from their previous bouts. Inside the ring, Paige and Kinzy have a quick, unheard discussion and then Kinzy decides to start the match as the legal woman. Simtul moves forward.

Kinzy side steps Simtul and tries to sweep him leg, but she isn’t able to budge him. Simtul swipes at her but Kinzy baseball slides out of his grip, runs to the ropes and comes back with a clothesline… but again, Simtul doesn’t budge. Kinzy tries to move again, but Simtul grabs hold of her curls and pulls her down to the mat.

Roberts: Ouch!

Simtul pulls Kinzy back to her feet, feigns an Irish whip then pulls her back into a meaty clothesline which folds her in half. Simtul then covers, staring directly at Paige as he does so. 1…2… NO! Kinzy kicks out!

Simtul picks up Kinzy by her hair, hooks her up and hits a snap suplex. He methodically picks her apart with stomps to her arms and legs, before kicking her in the back. He then picks her up, hits a second snap suplex and hooks the leg. 1…2…kickout by Kinzy!

Phoenix: Only a fool would question Kinzy’s resilience!
Roberts: She’s vastly outweighed here but she will hold her own as long as there’s fight left in her!
Jeffrey: Well, she’s gonna need more than that to topple Simtul tonight!

A trickle of frustration drips down Simtul’s face as he grabs Kinzy and throws her into his own corner, tagging in Yesgill. Yesgill jumps into the ring and wears down Kinzy in the corner with some knife edge chops. Kinzy tries to fight back but Yesgill whips her to the ropes.

On her return, Kinzy ducks the attempted clothesline from Yesgill. She then comes back from the other side with a thunderous shotgun dropkick which sends Yesgill tumbling backwards. Kinzy follows this up with a hurricanrana and gets a quick cover on Yesgill! 1…2…NO! Yesgill kicks out!

Kinzy moves over to her corner and tags in Paige. The crowd pops loudly as the Hall of Fame enters and they take out Yesgill with synchronised dropkicks. Simtul enters the ring and eats a synchronised dropkick from the pair of them too. The impact sends Simtul flying out of the ring. Paige and Kinzy exchange a look, and then both run towards the ropes, dive out through the middle and hit synchronised suicide dives!

Phoenix: Neon Moon eclipses onto Elfan Simtul on the outside!

Paige and Kinzy roll back into the ring, and Paige tags Kinzy back in as the legal partner. Kinzy sets herself up behind Yesgill and hits a reverse hurricanrana!

Phoenix: There’s the Sonic Screwdriver! Could this be it?

Kinzy covers Yesgill! ONE … TWO … NO! Yesgill kicks out! Outside the ring, Simtul slowly gets to his feet and makes his way back over to his corner looking livid. Kinzy sends Yesgill to the ropes but he comes back with a kick to the gut and hits Kinzy with an Atomic Drop!

Yesgill then follows up with a DDT! He covers Kinzy! ONE … TWO … KICKOUT! Yesgill wastes no time in rolling back to his feet. He stumbles over to his corner and tags in Simtul! Simtul steps in, ready to commit punishment, but Kinzy is ready and hits another shotgun dropkick which sends Simtul into a vacant corner. She chases after Simtul in the corner and hits a spinning back elbow!

Phoenix: Blade Runner! Simtul is rocked!

Simtul stumbles out of the corner and hits a reverse sling blade! She covers Simtul! ONE … NO! Simtul bursts out almost immediately.

Jeffrey: I’m not sure Kinzy has achieved anything besides piss Simtul off!

Kinzy tries to continue her offense with another hurricanrana. But Simtul hold her weight and reverses into a booming sit out powerbomb! ONE … TWO … NO! Kickout!

Jeffrey: Woah, OK! That kickout was genuinely impressive!

Simtul pulls Kinzy to her feet to deliver more punishment. He lifts her on his shoulders, seemingly for the Shadow Hammer, when Kinzy wriggles free and pushes Simtul away. Simtul turns around - and EATS a second Blade Runner! He rocks but doesn’t fall! Simtul charges forward but eats a ROUNDHOUSE KICK from Kinzy straight to the head!

Phoenix: SLAYED RUNNER! THAT knocked Simtul down!

With a bit of breathing room, Kinzy half-stumbles, half-falls into her corner … and TAGS IN PAIGE! Immediately, Yesgill runs in on the other side of the ring. Paige takes him out with a savage clothesline then follows it up with a DDT. After kicking Yesgill out of the ring, Paige sets up Yesgill and takes him down with a side Russian Leg Sweep. She then kips back up and hits a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Paige covers the big man! ONE … TWO … NO! Simtul kicks out!

Phoenix: I’ll tell you what, Neon Moon are taking Umbra Maxima to the limit here!
Jeffrey: That’s what tends to happen when you’re on your third opponents in one match!

Paige frantically jumps to her feet and climbs the turnbuckle. She reaches the top as the crowd starts to buzz in anticipation.

Phoenix: She’s going for the Footprints on the Moon!!

Paige dives off for her double-stomp finish, but Simtul rolls out of the way! Paige rolls through the impact, goes to the ropes and comes back to attack Simtul again, but Simtul is ready and hits Paige with a BIG BOOT!! Simtul roughly grabs Paige and hooks her up on his shoulders! SHADOW HAMMER!!

Phoenix: SHADOW HAMMER! SIMTUL HITS IT! THIS HAS GOTTA BE IT!

Simtul hooks the leg!! ONE … TWO … THR--NO!! KINZY BREAKS THE COUNT!

Roberts: NO! Kinzy saves the match!

Yesgill rolls back into the ring and takes out Kinzy with a superkick! She crumbles and rolls out of the ring, Yesgill springboards off the ropes and hits a shooting star press to the outside on top of Kinzy!!

Phoenix: OH MY GOD!
Jeffrey: EVERYTHING is on the line tonight!

Inside the ring, Simtul gets back to his feet and picks up Paige, who is barely able to stand. He hooks her back up on to his shoulders again, setting up for a second SHADOW HAMMER - but NO! Paige breaks free, lands on her feet, goes to the ropes, ducks a clothesline, comes back from the opposing ropes, and hits a RUNNING CODEBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Phoenix: SPELLBREAKER!! SPELLBREAKER!!
Jeffrey: SIMTUL IS OUT!!

Paige falls on top of Simtul as the referee counts!! ONE … TWO … THREE!!!

Carson: Here are your winners and the NEEEEEW 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … PILGRIM PAIGE … KINZY KANE … NEON … MOOOOOOOON!!

Win Loss Records:
Pilgrim Paige 3-1
Kinzy Kane 4-2
Elfan Simtul 2-2
Maximillian Yesgill 2-2
Oki-Kira 0-1
Tsukiko Mizuno 0-1
Bruce Rigg 1-2
Garret Fischer 1-2
Devon Drummond 1-3
Reuben Kojo 1-3

Phoenix: An exhausting, but enthralling victory for Neon Moon!
Roberts: I can’t believe what we just saw! BAM! It was over in an instant after that Spellbreaker!
Jeffrey: Umbra Maxima have been conquered - and we have new 4CW Tag Champions!
Phoenix: And history has been made tonight, as Pilgrim Paige becomes the sixth 4CW Grand Slam Champion ever! What a milestone for the Lunar Pilgrim!
Roberts: Absolutely, and that’s why she’s a Hall of Famer! But let’s not forget about Kinzy Kane - tonight, she brought just as much as Paige and Neon Moon was too much for the best tag team division in the world!

Inside the ring, Paige and Kinzy help each other up and embrace in an emotional celebration. The referee hands them their title belts and they hold them up together, clutching each others hands.

Phoenix: A great moment for Neon Moon! Congratulations to the NEW 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!

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The arena darkens and Magnolia Bayou's ”Spiders on the Wall” eerily creeps through the PA system. As fog envelopes the stage and ramp, Dark Lotus steps into view with Ol’ Smokey and The Swamp Folk trailing along in a loose 'V' formation. The crowd is taking this in with relative quiet, soaking up the atmosphere aside from a smattering of boos. As 4CW's most tenured ring announcer, Michael Carson, prepares to introduce Lotus, Ol' Smokey raises a mic of his own.

Smokey: Oh, that's just fine there, Michael—I got a live one right here!

The commentary guys share a look.

Jeffrey: Oh good, the Paul Bearer of the bible belt is here to enlighten us!

Smokey: *ahem* Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this crisp spring eve to carry out the baptism.. BY FIRE! .. of one Madeline "Maddie" Phoenix. Now, back home in the swamps we'd be lookin' at the more traditional method—doused in water—to cleanse the soul of this so-called champion. A champion that's long gone stagnant, and believe me we know about stagnation in the Louisiana bayou! But here, at Revival, we'll work with what we have.. a pale firebird that must be reduced to ash and ember! A more fitting end there never was!

Ol' Smokey's sermon seems to be drawing the ire of the 4CW crowd—and Ray Jeffrey.

Smokey: Alright, alright, I've chewed your ears long enough! Back to it, Michael.

Jeffrey: Hallelujah!

Carson resumes his in-ring post.

Carson: Uh.. right. *ahem* The following contest is an INFERRRNOOO MAAATCH!!—
[the crowd pops for this]
Carson: —for the 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIIIP!! Introducing first, the challenger: Hailing from Devil’s Backbone, Louisiana... standing 6’6 and weighing in at 275lbs… DAAAARK … LOTUS!!

Phoenix: Boy, that was some speech, huh? Do you think that actually hyped Lotus up for this challenge?
Jeffrey: I dunno.. how can anyone tell? His demeanour never changes!
Roberts: In any case, he'd better be on his A-game. Madeline Phoenix is not the kind of competitor anyone should be taking lightly, no matter how big and bad you are!
Phoenix: These two have been thorns in each other's sides for some time now. Even without the stipulation—which I can't help admitting is making me awful nervous out here—this one's gonna be a big knock-down drag-out kind of battle.
Roberts: You might say it's gonna be a real barn burner!
*crickets*
Jeffey: Shut up, Roberts! Also, somebody call pest control.

Lotus and co. reach the bottom of the foggy ramp. The challenger takes off his ghillie and gives it to Ol’ Smokey, who offers a few last words of encouragement and sends heads back up the ramp with the Swamp Folk. As they all make their leave, the lights go back up. Lotus climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, where he promptly turns to face the stage in silent anticipation. Referee Anna Molly is standing by ringside, preparing herself for what could be a minuscule role or a hectic one depending on how things go down.

The Volkor X remix of Scrandroid's "Phoenix" hits the speakers. The brooding, synth beat gives an eerie atmosphere as dancing red and gold lights signal the coming of The Mad Phoenix.

As the beat kicks in, Madeline Phoenix steps out onto the stage to a deafening roar from the crowd! The spotlights encircle her, then give way to just one, which centres itself over Phoenix herself. Tonight, her black-and-red spandex attire is accented with gold stripes through the black; her eyeshadow has been done with the same colour scheme. Even the scarlet wings on her back are flecked with gold. And of course, in the centre of it all, is the Universal Championship belt round her waist.

Lit from above, The Mad Phoenix throws her head back and spreads her wings wide—an action that is met with blasts of colourful pyro going off on either side of of the 4CWTron!

Roberts: And here comes the defending champion now!
Jeffrey: I'm digging the gold-licked gear, it's a look that reeks of championship dominance! Your girl's a total boss, Scotty!
*Scott is in his own little anxious world at the moment.*
Jeffrey: Uhh... Scott?
Phoenix: I just want this thing to get underway, Ray..

The pyro blasts leave two columns of red-hot flames licking at the steel frame of the Tron structure. The crowd is all about it, and Madeline takes a moment to drink in this warm response.

Carson: Making her way to the ring, FROM THE ASHES OF THE PAST... weighing in at 128lbs... she is the 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAAAMPIOOON... MADELINE... "THE MAAAD"... PHOEEENIIIX!!!

Madeline Phoenix runs down to the bottom of the ramp, slides into the ring and spins round on hands and knees before rising up from the canvas to spread her wings wide once more—an action that is mimicked by her fans.

Roberts: Very few have climbed up the proverbial ladder with the speed and intensity of Madeline Phoenix! In just two and a half years, she's proven herself time and again, even when faced with some of the most daunting stipulations 4CW has to offer. To name a few: She lasted to the final four at Rumble in the Storm II; she won the Gallows Pole match in 2019 and led her team to victory in a highly personal War match just two months later; she became a 13 Ghost runner-up in 2020.. and there's plenty more to be said about Phoenix's ability to shine in any environment. An inferno match, admittedly, is something all its own—but I have no doubt in my mind that if anyone can find a way to walk into hell and live to tell the tale, it's Madeline Phoenix!
Jeffrey: Y'know, normally I'd slap myself for agreeing with you on.. well.. anything, but you're right on the mark with that rundown. And I’ve already endured enough slaps tonight.

Both Dark Lotus and Madeline Phoenix stand either side of the ring. The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Then the four sides of the ring apron burst into flame, suddenly and ferociously, causing a gasp to ripple through the crowd in attendance. Outside the ring, Anna Molly calls for the bell to get this one underway.

Jeffrey: Goddamn, it is roasting right here! You can feel the heat!
Roberts: A terrifying prospect being INSIDE the ring then!
Phoenix: *Ahem* And here we go! Universal Champion Madeline Phoenix! Former Hardcore Champion Dark Lotus! INFERNO MATCH!

Lotus and Phoenix circle each other, both of them all too aware of the danger that surrounds them if they step just a few feet too close to the edges of the ring. Eventually, with no choice but to clash, they do so. Grappling in the middle of the ring, Lotus easily overpowers Phoenix and throws her backwards. She rolls dangerously close to the flames.

Phoenix: Oh my god…

But Phoenix finds her footing and moves away from the fire. She immediately has to deal with a charging Lotus, and ducks a clothesline attempt. Lotus spins around not letting up for a moment. He throws a big boot up, but Phoenix once again avoids his strike and this time successfully sweeps the leg.

As Lotus lands, the impact sends the flames soaring a little higher.

Phoenix: And as good as these two are inside the ring, there is simply one, barbaric way to win this match! You have to set the opponent on fire! Once that happens, it’s all over!
Jeffrey: And considering how claustrophobic it looks in that ring, I can promise you that might not take long!
Roberts: A terrifying prospect, but one these two have willingly put themselves in tonight!

Phoenix drops an elbow on the fallen Lotus, then she instinctively runs to the ropes, before remembering they are on fire and stopping herself. She turns back around to Lotus, who is now sitting up, and runs back at him, sliding in with a forearm smash!

Jeffrey: That’s the problem with this match. The ropes are such an integral part of anyone's ring work, and now they are a disaster waiting to happen if you forget for just a moment, like Phoenix nearly did!
Roberts: But she recovered well with that mean forearm smash!

Phoenix attempts to roll Lotus towards the fire. She manages to roll him over once, inching closer to the flames, when he throws up a right hand and clocks her on the chin. Lotus then grabs Phoenix by the throat to hold her as he gets back to his feet.

Phoenix: Oh no… Maddie…
Roberts: Lotus has her in the ideal position right now!
Jeffrey: She has to get out of there before she’s burned to a crisp!

Lotus uses his strength and size to push Phoenix towards the flaming ropes. She uses all the strength she can muster to fight back, clutching at Lotus’ hand wrapped around her throat. They inch closer and closer, so that Phoenix starts screaming from the closeness of the heat.

Phoenix: Fuck! I can’t watch!

Suddenly, Phoenix throws her boot up - hitting Lotus squarely in the nuts! He releases her throat and staggers backwards and she boots him in the nuts again! Lotus falls to his knees, Phoenix takes a few steps back, then runs in and takes him out with a dropkick!

Roberts: Phoenix doing everything she can to stay in this!
Jeffrey: And she got the big man down!

Still on his knees, Phoenix follows up with an enziguri! Phoenix then jumps back to her feet, not resting for a moment, and hits a reverse falling hammerlock DDT!!

Phoenix: And there’s the Stonecaster! Come on, Maddie! You can do it!

Phoenix moves away from Lotus to recover for a few moments, taking deep, laboured breaths after her close call with the flames moments ago. When she is ready to go back, she charges at Lotus again (who, tough as he is, is already standing again). Lotus lifts Phoenix into a tilt-a-whirl but she reverses and takes him out with a swift DDT!!

Jeffrey: The Mad Phoenix strikes again!
Roberts: Of course, The Mad Phoenix can only win this match one way: she has to set Lotus on fire.

Phoenix gets up and moves over to the corner. She shields her face from the heat as she approaches. She turns to make sure Lotus is still down, and then looks back at the smouldering turnbuckle and, with a lot of caution, rips off the turnbuckle pad.

Phoenix: What’s she doing here?

Maddie takes the smoking, slightly flame-licked turnbuckle and touches the flaming ropes with it. After a moment, it sets alight!

Jeffrey: Phoenix has a flaming turnbuckle in her hand! GENIUS!

Moving carefully, she approaches Lotus who is getting back to his knees. As she gets close, Lotus feels the heat of the fire and gets out of dodge, standing up quickly. Phoenix and Lotus stand feet apart. Phoenix stretches the flaming turnbuckle out to Lotus and they move around slowly in a circle as he tries to avoid her weapon.

Roberts: All Phoenix has to do is use that turnbuckle to set Lotus on fire!

Phoenix makes a lunge. Lotus sidesteps her, deceptive swiftly for his build. Phoenix turns around to see him again. The turnbuckle pad is now almost entirely on fire. Phoenix flinches as she feels the flames lick. Realising she is running out of time, she throws the turnbuckle pad at Lotus. The turnbuckle pad hits his chest, but he quickly brushes it away and avoids any flames from reaching his skin or his attire. The smouldering turnbuckle is stamped out on the mat by Lotus.

Phoenix: So much for that… damn…
Roberts: It was a neat tactic, but I think Lotus is tired of playing games!

Phoenix makes a run for Lotus. Lotus’ adrenaline seems to have sharpened his senses, as he catches Phoenix from the side and hits a Sidewalk Slam, right on top of the now blackened turnbuckle pad.

Jeffrey: Thunderous sidewalk slam!

Phoenix reels on the mat as Lotus gets up. He looks around at the crowd, looking quite delighted in that exact moment. A rare smirk appears on his face as he looks down at Phoenix. Then, he grabs her by the hair and pulls her backwards towards the flames.

Phoenix: Oh no!

Phoenix comes to life, kicking and swinging to try and escape… but Lotus’ grip on her hair is firm and tight. He continues to pull her, writhing violently, until they are mere inches from the flames. Lotus side steps so that he can bring Phoenix to the flames when suddenly she stops swinging, lunges forward and LOW BLOWS Dark Lotus!

Phoenix: Yes, Maddie!
Jeffrey: Not like you to approve of such actions, Scott!
Phoenix: To hell with that! It was acceptable the first two times she did it and it’s acceptable now! There are no rules in this match, except if you get set on fire you lose! And you should do anything in your power to avoid that predicament! Not only that, but my daughter is a FIGHTING CHAMPION. As long as she is conscious, she will not give in!

Phoenix moves away from Lotus and the flames, regaining her composure. On the outside, Ol’ Smokey starts throwing expletives at Phoenix. She ignores him until he slips his (fireproof jacket wearing) arm under the bottom rope and trips her!

Phoenix: Oi!

Phoenix falls on her face, then quickly gets up and gets as close as she reasonably can to the ropes to scream at Ol’ Smokey… suddenly a chair comes in sideways through the top and middle rope and smacks Phoenix in the face. Scott stands up from his chair.

Phoenix: You dirty son of a bitch!

Scott Phoenix rips off his headset, climbs the table and jumps on top of Ol’ Smokey, taking him out!

Jeffrey: Go on, Scott! Kick his ass!
Roberts: It’s chaos here at ringside!

Inside the ring, Lotus approaches Madeline from behind and grabs her, taking her down with a reverse DDT! Lotus grabs Phoenix and starts dragging her towards the flames. Phoenix break free of his grip, and slaps him across the face! Furious, Lotus returns with a big elbow, then charges Phoenix into the ropes with a huge clothesline that sends her over and crashing to ringside!

Roberts: Oh my god!!

Lotus steps away from the ropes, patting himself down and only getting a little singe of smoke from his clothes. On the outside, Phoenix’s arm is ALIGHT!! Firefighters swarm in as she writhes, with fire extinguishers from all sides!!

Jeffrey: Phoenix is aflame! THIS ONE IS OVER!!

The bell rings!

Carson: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEW 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION… DARK … LOOOOTUS!!

Win Loss Records:
Dark Lotus 2-1
Madeline Phoenix 2-1

The announcement breaks Scott Phoenix out of his fury as he gets up and leaves the broken Ol’ Smokey on the ground. ”Spiders on the Wall” hits the PA system as Scott stumbles over to see the extinguisher steam clear and find Phoenix on the ground, hurt with a scorched arm.

Scott goes to tend to his daughter, but there are many medical personal surrounding her so not much can be seen.

Jeffrey: Well, obviously, we hope Madeline will be alright. Our expert safety team got in there pretty fast but she was LITERALLY ON FIRE!

The ropes are extinguished by the same team and when the fog clears, the referee Anna Molly slides the belt under the bottom rope into the ring, where Lotus picks it up and holds it high in the air.

Jeffrey: But we mustn't take attention away from the winner! Dark Lotus is now the NEW Universal Champion!
Roberts: And that is a dangerous prospect! Lotus has just proven how dangerous he can be, and anyone who wants to be Universal Champion has that to contend with!

Lotus puts the title on his shoulder and continue to absorb the crowd’s bood as the camera cuts away to an ad for SeryShop.com

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A video package starts. It shows highlights of Erica Moxie’s 2020, loss after loss. Her faction mates are getting frustrated, particularly leader Rhys Cain, at her failures. This included an almost instant elimination from the Rumble in the Storm by Eli Waters, which quickly led to the elimination of the entire Black Flame.

We are shown clips of an exchange between Cain and Moxie at Storm Front: Atonement, August 2020.

Moxie: Rhys, I just want to say... thanks for the opportunity tonight, and I'm sorry -
Cain: Sorry that you threw it away?
Moxie: I am grateful -
Cain: I know you're grateful, Erica. If you weren't, you wouldn't be here. But I need more than gratitude. I need results. I'm sorry to say, but you have disappointed me this year.
Cain: Under my guidance, we will get you there... start representing The Black Flame with more than gratitude. Start representing it with pride.

Eli Waters is revealed as the new member of The Black Flame, which doesn’t go down well with Erica Moxie. Eli Waters defeats Pilgrim Paige to win the 4CW Universal Championship, thanks to Erica Moxie interference. Waters doesn’t take the handout well and Moxie revels in his annoyance.

After another loss, this time to Kinzy Kane, Moxie is chewed out by Cain. Following this, she has an encounter backstage with Lindon Jett.

Jett: Well, first of all, Erica... I trained with you and you know it, so don't try and pretend like I'm some nobody. And second of all, I was actually... feeling sorry for you.
Moxie: Sorry? For me? Why because of my win-loss record this year? Don't feel sorry for me. Each loss is just gonna make that victory sweeter. Maybe it'll be against you -

Jett shakes his head and raises his voice a little…

Jett: No, no... no to you beating me... and no to it being about your win-loss record... no, I feel sorry for you because... you're ERICA FUCKING MOXIE. You used to be a wolf! Now... you're a sheep. That's all The Black Flame is... a wolf leading a pack of sheep, and telling them they are wolves too... wake up, Miss Moxie. Wake up.

We fast forward to February 2021, where Erica Moxie fights Rhys Cain in the randomly-drawn first round of the 2021 Stormchaser Tournament at Storm Front: Declaration. After a hard-fought contest, Moxie rolls up Cain with a package pin for the win. In the next round, Moxie is about to beat McGroin when Cain comes into the ring and takes out Moxie, costing her place in the tournament. Each member of The Black Flame takes her out. Eli Waters hesitates, but eventually joins the rest of the group in attacking Moxie.

”I Disagree” by Poppy plays as Moxie continues to go forth and attack The Black Flame in their entirety, in an attempt to get revenge, and often ending up getting beat up, due to the sheer numbers. At the March Storm Front, Sery calls Erica Moxie and Rhys Cain into the ring for a face-to-face confrontation to settle their differences.

Moxie: This isn’t just a “see who’s best” match for me, no no… it could have been… but you destroyed that… now I’m out for blood… and you, Rhys… you… know more than anyone else… that when I want something, I go and get it!
Cain:That’s cute, Erica… but you’re not going to beat me at Revival. I’m SO sure you’re not going to beat me, that I’m going to up the ante, if you’ve got the guts.
Moxie: Name it.
Cain: I’m sick of seeing your face… sick of hearing that grating voice… so when I beat you at Revival, I never want to see your face again. So let’s make it official: RHYS CAIN vs ERICA MOXIE… Loser…. Leaves… Town. Not only that, I want to choose the special referee!
Moxie: That’s the best idea you’ve had, Cain. Add whatever stipulations you want, as long as I get my hands on you at Revival! Speaking of best ideas, here’s mine....

Moxie throws up the table and throws herself into Cain. She takes him out with a Moxie Massacre DDT. The Liberation sprint into the ring but she takes them both out with HUGE forearms, and a clothesline over the top rope for Rigg for good measure. Moxie grabs a steel chair and smashes Zephyris across the head as he jumps on the apron. Eli Waters runs in and he also gets a steel chair, this time to the gut, then the back. Waters rolls out of the ring and Moxie smashes Cain repeatedly with the chair across the back!

Phoenix: MISS MOXIE IS UNLEASHED!
Jeffrey: At Revival, it’s Cain vs Moxie, Black Flame vs Black Flame… one of them will be GONE from 4CW!

The video package ends with Moxie standing in the middle of the ring roaring, with a steel chair held above her head.

Carson: The following contest is a LOSER LEAVES TOWN Deathmatch scheduled for ONE FALL! In this match, there are no disqualifications or countouts. The only way to win will be via pinfall or submission! The loser will be forced to LEAVE 4CW!

Phoenix: This is it! The match we’ve been waiting literally over a year for!
Jeffrey: Ha! That’s funny! You good, Scott?
Phoenix: I’m not sure how to answer that but what you can be damn sure of is I’m a professional! And I’ve got the rest of Revival to commentate!
Jeffrey: Attaboy!

”As I Am” by Dream Theatre hits the PA system. The crowd becomes a blanket of rage and disdain, as it always does when the man’s presence is felt as Rhys Cain steps out onto the Revival stage. He takes in the huge crowd and exhales. Black flames surround him on the video screens and when he raises his arms in the air, bellowing, orange flames soar around the stage.

Carson: Introducing first, from THE SCORCHED PATH, weighing in at 231lbs, he is a 4CW Hall of Famer… THE BLACK FLAME … RHYS … CAAAAIN!!

Cain walks down the ramp with purpose. The crowd noise is simply static to him as his eyes are fixed on the empty ring.

Phoenix: Rhys Cain, one of the most storied veterans in 4CW, one of the most illustrious Revival competitors, could be entering the 4CW ring for the last time tonight. Of course, knowing his history, we know Rhys Cain thrives in high-pressure situations. This isn’t the first time he’s put his career on the line at Revival. The first time was at Revival 2018, where he defeated Supreme in a King of the Hill match. The second time was Revival 2019, where he defeated Willow the Widow in a Mask vs Career match. Tonight, he faces his protege in every sense of the word… and if he isn’t able to beat her, he will step away.
Jeffrey: And the same goes for his opponent, Erica Moxie! Both of them have their 4CW careers on the line tonight!
Roberts: What we do know is that Moxie has trained with Cain for years. She knows all of his tricks. She has harboured all of his advice and vast knowledge. It may come to pass tonight that Cain has inadvertently designed his own demise!
Phoenix: That could prove to be true, but let’s not count our chickens before they’ve hatched! Rhys Cain is intolerable, as a person and as a competitor. But not many can beat him and those that do, have to put everything on the line to do it!
Roberts: It should also be mentioned that Cain chose Dirk Meyer to officiate this match.
Jeffrey: Yeah, and I don’t trust Meyer one bit! He’d sell his gran if it meant furthering his career!
Roberts: You say that, but Meyer has been an exceptional referee up until now.
Jeffrey: Oh, do shut up, Roberts! He’s refereed one match!

Rhys Cain enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks out to the sea of the crowd, and gets hatred and bitterness back in waves of boos. Cain jumps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the music of his opponent.

”Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon hits the PA system. The crowd ROARS as Erica Moxie bursts through the curtain out onto the stage. They sing along as her theme music plays, “Middle fingers up, if you don’t give a fuck!”

Carson: And his opponent, from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 147lbs… ERICAAAAAAA … MOXIE!!

Phoenix: And Moxie isn’t just here to prove she can beat Cain. She already did that, which is why she ended up in this situation! She’s here tonight to prove she can hurt Cain. Make no mistake, she has nothing but retribution in mind!
Roberts: She needs to channel that rage though, or it could end up costing her when it matters!
Jeffrey: For once, I’ll have to agree with Roberts: Erica Moxie will need a “perfect game” so to speak to win tonight. Any mistakes and Cain will make sure she pays tenfold.

Moxie reaches halfway down the ramp and decides she’s tired of waiting. She breaks into a sprint and slides into the ring, then charges at Cain with wild lefts and rights. Cain starts to fight back. Referee Dirk Meyer decides to call for the bell rather than to try and break the opening brawl up.

Phoenix: Moxie wasting no time to get us underway and here we go!!

Moxie’s fists fly as she throws wild strikes at Cain, causing him to cover up in the corner of the ring. Moxie doesn’t let up, alternating quickly between knife edge chops and straight jabs, then unleashing a spinning back fist which causes Cain to slump against the ropes!

Phoenix: Moxie Madness opens up this match!
Jeffrey: It was certainly a welcome for Cain into what he’s getting into! Remember this is a Death match, there are no rules!
Phoenix: As ignorant as Cain sometimes is, he certainly knows that! He built his career on these matches!

The crowd start a “LETS GO MOXIE/BLACK FLAME SUCKS” dual chant as Moxie lays a few stomps into Cain, then pulls him up from the corner and hooks him into a suplex, executing with aplomb! Moxie hooks the leg! Meyer counts! ONE … no! Cain kicks out! Cain immediately rolls away and gets back to his hands and knees. Moxie runs at him and smashes Cain with a swift kick right into the ribs! Cain keels over, gasping, and rolls out of the ring for reprieve.

Phoenix: Cain needs a moment here, but I don’t think Moxie is going to give it to him!

Moxie does indeed roll out of the ring after Cain. She grabs him from behind and throws him headfirst into the upcoming ringpost! Cain crashes and stumbles away falling into the barricade. Moxie grabs Cain and smashes his face into the steel steps before throwing him back into the barricade! Cain collapses on the floor, blood already trickling down from his forehead!

Jeffrey: Moxie is unleashed!
Roberts: And Cain is busted open! What a thrilling start to this match! They just started at 11!

Cain tries to fight back as Moxie continues throwing punches at him. He gets her with a snug elbow and gains some space. The two move back towards the announce table, and Cain slams Moxie’s face down on the hood of the table. Cain then rips off the hood and all the monitors.

Phoenix: Well, we can’t judge Meyer for not getting involved in all this chaos. There are no rules in this match! Meyer is just there to count the falls.
Jeffrey: How wonderfully convenient for Cain.

Cain slams Moxie’s face again on the now-stripped table. He then hooks her up for a suplex and tries to lift her, but Moxie blocks, switches positions with Cain and lifts him up for a suplex THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! The announcers, who are well out of strike range after getting up and moving away, all raise their arms in disbelief!

Phoenix: Cain through the table! But Moxie can’t win the match out here!

Moxie seems to hear Phoenix as she gets up, holding her neck, pick up Cain and rolls him into the ring. She rolls in after and covers! Meyer slides in to count… ONE … TWO … NO! Cain kicks out!

Jeffrey: Cain’s not done yet!

Moxie rolls over and gets up to continue her offence.

Phoenix: Moxie is not gonna let up for even a second!

Moxie grabs Cain and pulls him up, but Cain sticks a thumb straight into her eye! Cain then takes out Moxie with a DDT! With Moxie down and the crowd booing, Cain rolls out of the ring and grabs ring bell! He rolls back into the ring and waits for Moxie to get up. The crowd hisses and boos, trying to warn Moxie of her fate, but nothing prevents the inevitable as Cain SMASHES Moxie in the face with the bell, busting her wide open!!

Phoenix: Cain is vicious! Brutal! And Moxie’s career is surely over!

Cain kneels down and covers Moxie! Meyer counts! ONE … TWO … THRE--NO!! KICKOUT FROM MOXIE!! Cain shoots back up to his feet, furious at the two count. He gets in Meyer’s face. Meyer steps back and points at Cain, clearly warning him to back off. Cain kicks a rope in frustration but then turns his focus back to Moxie. Cain roughly pulls Moxie up, hooks her into a suplex, lifts her, then CRASHES down with a devastating BRAINBUSTER!! ANOTHER COVER!! ONE … TWO … THRE--NO!! ANOTHER KICKOUT!!

This kickout is more emphatic, so Cain isn’t inclined to argue with Meyer again but more sit and stare at the barely conscious Moxie in disbelief. After a moment of contemplation, Cain suddenly rolls out of the ring. He flips the apron up - pulls out a steel chair, throws it into the ring. Pulls out a lead pipe. Throws it into the ring. Finally, he pulls out a BARBED WIRE BAT.

Jeffrey: Oh, this shit just got real!

Cain rolls back into the ring with the barbed wire bat. Cain takes a swing at Moxie, but she ducks under and heads for the ropes. On her return, she dropkicks Cain, who falls and drops the bat. Moxie then grabs the barbed wire bat and smashes it across Cain’s skull!!

Phoenix: BARBS MEET SKIN AND BARBS ALWAYS WIN!

Moxie doesn’t cover Cain. Instead, she rolls out of the ring and flips the apron. She pulls out another chair and throws it in the ring. Pulls out a kendo stick and throws it into the ring. Finally, she pulls out a small bag which gets a HUGE pop from the crowd!

Roberts: That bag can only mean one thing!!

Moxie rolls back into the ring and opens the bag. Slowly, and to a steadily more rousing pop from the crowd, she pours all the THUMBTACKS out onto the mat! Moxie then rolls back out of the ring, pulls a table from under the ring, and slides that in too. Then, she sets up the table directly over the pool of thumbtacks.

Cain struggles to his feet, now wearing a full crimson mask. Moxie kicks him in the gut and hits a DDT! She then grabs Cain back up, hooks him up, and for the second time puts him through a table with a suplex!! Cain crashes through and lands on the thumbtacks underneath!!

Jeffrey: What a sick trap from Miss Moxie! First the table, then the tacks!!

Moxie covers Cain while he is still on top of the tacks, piercing her own thigh with thumbtacks as she does so! Meyer counts (from a distance). ONE … TWO … TH--No!! CAIN KICKS OUT!!

Roberts: What does Moxie have to do to put this man away? Look at him!
Jeffrey: Wrestling is Cain’s life! She’ll probably have to kill him!

Moxie gets back up, pulling a few tacks from her leg as she does so. She then picks up one of the steel chairs! She slams it on the mat a few times, like a steel war cry. Cain crawls out of the tacks and slowly gets to his feet. Moxie charges at him with the chair and Cain instinctively comes to life. He ducks under and goes to the ropes. Moxie spins around, lifts the chair to strike again - AND EATS A DRAGON RAGE FROM CAIN!! The knee smacks the chair which in turn, smacks her in the face and sends her crashing to the mat!

Cain rolls over to cover Moxie! ONE … TWO … TH--NO!! KICKOUT!! The crowd is in meltdown at this point, chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!!” as both bodies lay still, except for their heaving chests.

Phoenix: This is an absolute war! THIS is REVIVAL!!

Cain gets back up to his feet first. He shakes off the cobwebs, takes a few moments on the ropes, as Moxie gets slowly back to her feet! Cain turns to face her when she is almost standing, then runs at her and HITS ANOTHER DRAGON RAGE!!

Phoenix: Oh no! Another one!! Moxie HAS to be done!

But Cain isn’t finished yet! He doesn’t cover Moxie! Instead, he picks her up and grabs her by the throat!

Roberts: Wait a minute -
Jeffrey: Are we about to see old school Cain?!

Cain lifts Moxie and for one moment he is The Bruiser as he takes out Moxie with a chokeslam into the turnbuckle!!

Phoenix: TURNBUCKLE BURNER!!

Cain rushes into a cover!! MEYER COUNTS!! ONE … NO!!! KICKOUT AT ONE!!!

Phoenix: WHAT?!
Roberts: THE HELL?!
Jeffrey: MOXIE JUST KICKED OUT AT ONE!!
Phoenix: I don’t believe what we just saw! And neither can these fans, LISTEN TO THIS PLACE!!

No chants can be made out. It’s just pure white noise of pops. Inside the ring, Cain is beside himself! There is no attempt to understand what just happened, he just simmers in the stunning nature of it! Cain then decides to pick up Moxie, who is dead on her feet at this point! He runs forward for ANOTHER DRAGON RAGE - but MOXIE SIDESTEPS!! Moxie runs to the ropes, comes back - HITS CAIN WITH A DRAGON RAGE OF HER OWN!!

Phoenix: MOXIE WITH DRAGON RAGE!! ONE … TWO … NO!! CAIN KICKS OUT!!

It’s Moxie’s turn to be stunned, but she takes it better than Cain. After a few moments of stunned stillness, she climbs back to her feet, stumbling, and picks up Cain. She hooks him up for a suplex, but Cain throws a right hand into her ribs, separating them. Cain then kicks Moxie in the gut, hooks her arms … MOXIE MASSACRE DDT!!

Phoenix: And I guess turnabout is fair play!

Cain covers Moxie! ONE … TWO … NO!! KICKOUT FROM MOXIE!!

Phoenix: But just like Cain, Moxie finds  the strength to kick out!
Jeffrey: This is insane! I don’t know how much more of this either of them can take!

If Cain’s reactions before were erratic enough, he is now absolutely brimming with lividity. Cain is almost frothing at the mouth as he gets back up and yanks Moxie back to her feet by her hair! He hooks up Moxie and lifts her high into the air! He sets up for a brainbuster, right onto a steel chair! Moxie brings a knee down on Cain’s head and he drops her back down to her feet. Moxie hooks the arms - MOXIE MASSACRE ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!.

MOXIE COVERS!! MEYER COUNTS!!

ONE … TWO … THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner… ERICAAAAAAAA … MOXIE!!

Win Loss Records:
Erica Moxie 3-1
Rhys Cain 1-3

Phoenix: What an incredible victory! What a monumental, groundbreaking moment!
Roberts: Moxie just beat Rhys Cain on the biggest stage of them all! It doesn’t get much better than this!
Jeffrey: And you know what that means! I’ll let you do the honours, Scott…
Phoenix: It means Rhys Cain’s 4CW career … is OVER!!

Inside the ring, a bloody and battered Erica Moxie stands up, barely able to do so. She raises her arm in the air as her face is a bloody contortion of emotion. The fans give her all that emotion back in a deafening ovation. Moxie climbs the turnbuckle and raises both arms to a big pop, but quickly brings them down in pain. She jumps down from the turnbuckle, when suddenly ”Black Flame” by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system and out comes The Liberation, Zephyris and Eli Waters of The Black Flame!

Phoenix: What the hell is this? The match is over! Cain lost! Deal with it!
Jeffrey: I don’t think they like the rules very much!

The four Black Flame members all surround the ring and hop onto the apron on different sides. Moxie, despite her condition, eggs them all on, daring them to step in the ring with her. A collision seems moments away, when the crowd screams in delight as Lindon Jett and Grant Zaiden sprint down to the ring. Zaiden blasts Zephyris as he meets him at the bottom of the ramp with a clothesline. Jett and Zaiden both hit a German Suplex on Fischer and Rigg respectively! Waters is the only one left, still on the apron. While he is staring at both Jett and Zaiden, Moxie runs forward and takes out Waters with a shotgun dropkick off the apron!

Waters goes down and Jett and Zaiden enter the ring. They stare down Moxie - and then they both take one of her arms and raise it in the air!

Phoenix: It seems during this whole ordeal, both Jett and Zaiden have found respect for Erica Moxie! And that has formed an alliance tonight that has fought off The Black Flame!

The Black Flame members recover and pull Cain out of the ring, retreating up the ramp. Cain, barely conscious, gets serenaded with chants of “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!” from the crowd.

Inside the ring, Moxie celebrates her victory once again as ”Antivist by Bring Me The Horizon blares through the speakers.

Phoenix: What a moment! What a result! And what a night it’s been! It gives me the utmost pleasure to again say, RHYS CAIN IS GONE FROM 4CW!!
Roberts: It’s a stunning development and one that will warrant much discussion, but the show isn’t over! We’ve still got one more match to come!
Jeffrey: This is it! The big one!
Phoenix: It’s Jack Valentine vs Brian White for the 4CW World Championship - our MAIN EVENT of the evening - and it’s next!

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The camera pans around the packed Hard Rock Stadium as the theme music for the show blares over the PA. Posters are waved with abandon in preparation for what is about to come, the names of Jack ‘Mad Dog’ Valentine and Brian ‘The Freight Train’ White standing proud in many different colours and fonts. The camera lands on the smiling faces of the announce team as Scott Phoenix welcomes us back to the show.

Phoenix: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen of the 4CW-verse, to Revival, the greatest show on earth! We’ve had an incredible show so far, and now we’re about to top it off with possibly the most anticipated match of the millennium!
Roberts: That’s right Scott, these two competitors have been at each other’s throats for the best part of 2 years at this point, and we have been promised that this will be the last time we see Jack ‘Mad Dog’ Valentine and Brian ‘The Freight Train’ White, go at it, for the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship!
Jeffrey: You better believe it! These two hate each other, so we’re probably gonna see violence and vitriol rarely seen on Pay Per View, let alone anywhere else! I can’t wait!

With this last outburst from Ray Jeffrey, the camera switches to Michael Carson, who is standing in the middle of the ring, mic in hand.

Carson: This next match is for one fall and is for the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship!

Surprisingly, “Supernova goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits the PA and the crowd boos their arrogant and cunning world champion as he steps onto the stage, smirk in place, belt over his shoulder and arms held wide to take in the supposed adulation. He looks back to the curtain, shouts a few words and MagneZ comes through partially dragging Miss Teri onto the stage as it’s obvious she does not want to be there with any of these men, with Kim coming through last to make sure she comes along.

With his full entourage in tow, Jack Valentine saunters down to the ring, where he shoos Carson away before entering and showboating with his title. MagneZ, Kim and Miss Teri stay on the outside, MagneZ and Kim with looks of slight trepidation about their standing with their boss after Duskfall, and Miss Teri with a look of disgust and hatred as she looks upon her ‘husband’.

The music stops and Valentine raises a mic he’s acquired from somewhere.

Valentine: God it’s good to be champ! Hahaha!

The crowd’s noise becomes unbearable for a minute or so, forcing Valentine to stop and frown at the crowd.

Valentine: SHUT UP! Your champion is talking!

As expected, this does nothing and if anything, encourages even more noise from the capacity crowd.

Valentine: As I was saying, it’s good to be champ, and I fully intend to carry on being so! As you all know, I have beaten White so many times it’s getting boring! But, this is Revival, and quite apart from picking up my winners cheque, I don’t want to disappoint my fans out in the 4CW-verse, so I suppose we’ll just have to go through the motions once again!

Valentine shrugs as if deigning to stoop low enough to even consider the fan base was normally beyond his concern, but for once, he’s willing to consider it.

Valentine: Speaking of which, where the hell is that fat piece of shit?

Valentine shoots Miss Teri a look, who jumps, and with fear in her eyes, shakes her head, takes a step back into MagneZ, who still has hold of her.

Valentine: Humph! See, your challenger, your supposed people's champion can’t be assed to even show up! But then, I don’t even blame him! Did you see how stupid he looked at Duskfall?! HAHAHAHA!

Valentine doubles over in laughter as the crowd drown him out in boos. Jeffrey even gets glared at by his partners as he laughs along.

Valentine: Ref, get in here!

Head Referee Jason Trent enters the ring and looks confusedly at Valentine.

Valentine: Here’s what we’re gonna do, as White hasn’t bothered to even show up! I’m gonna give his fat ass a chance. Ref, you’re gonna ring the bell, you’re gonna count to ten, hell, make it thirty, I’m feeling generous! And when you reach thirty, you’re gonna raise my hands in victory so I can continue my record-breaking run as 4CW World Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd are incensed by the lack of respect and make it known through their ear-splitting roar. Jason Trent just shrugs, takes the belt, hands it off to the time keeper and calls for the bell.

Phoenix: This is unprecedented! The bell has been called but we don’t have all the competitors yet!
Jeffrey: And you’re surprised? After Duskfall earlier this month, I’d be surprised ever to see White again in 4CW!
Trent starts his count, throwing his arms in the air with as much exaggeration as he can due to the crowd noise.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Suddenly, all light in the arena goes out and the crowd even go silent in shock! Shuffling is heard over the PA followed by the sound of a match being struck. A flare is seen on the titantron as it looks like a candle is lit.

???: Was that the bell?

The voice is raspy, but deep, coarse, and distorted, with seemingly random pauses between the words, as if the speaker is having difficulty keeping his thoughts strait. A seemingly large form moves around the edge of the light, the form is slumped over, what patches of skin that catch the light are already sweaty and dirty, the clothes of dark coarse fabric, ripped and dirty.

???: Yesss, it was… So it is time, the contract has ended, I am free!

The man lights a second candle, showing him to be in a lower-level room, possibly a boiler room, apparently in the arena. The man is indeed very large, though his posture is slumped over and twitches are seen moving across his upper body. His arms are bare, revealing some familiar tattoos and the crowd begins to cheer. His clothes though are bedraggled and dirty and he seems to be wearing a headpiece made from various leather straps (think Vader). Despite all this, he is recognisable, and as he turns to the camera, his identity is revealed, and the crowd roar their support. White begins to pace about the space, his voice hissing and spitting out his words as if he had lost his voice due to overuse.

White: Valentine, you have made it your mission to break me, to hurt me, to ruin me. And you have succeeded. What you see before you is a broken man, a hurt man, a ruined man. You took all I had, my wife, my friend, even my dignity, but in doing so, you woke something within me that has lain dormant for years. You’ve even suffered at its hand once, when you knocked out the woman I love.

White stops directly in front of the camera, his eyes gleaming pure hatred from behind his mask as he stares into the lens.

Night on Bare Mountain by Modest Mussorgsky can be heard coming over the PA as flames begin to rise along the stage

White: You have awoken The Deamon inside, fear and destruction we will reap, and you, Mad Dog, will suffer as much as you have made me!

As White roars this last diatribe, flame seems to consume the screen and stage with explosions of pyro launching in time with the music. As the music roars it’s crescendo, White himself, dressed as he was before, rises out of the stage, flame licking at his clothes as he steps through and down towards the ring, no longer slumped over, but walking with barely contained anger and rage. He reaches the ring, steps up onto the edge, and throws his arms out with a roar, accompanied with pyro blasts of deep red flame from each corner.

White steps over the ropes and immediately charges at his nemesis and knocks him to the floor with a devastating clothesline! He drops to his knees for a quick cover. This seems to wake everyone up from their shock at this new Deamon White, and Trent drops to the mat to count. His hand barely slaps down before Valentine kicks out and rolls away to make some space. He shouts something about the count at Trent who shrugs apologetically and motions to get on with the match. Valentine is furious, though fear is also seen in his eyes as he beholds this black clothed raging behemoth in front of him. He barely manages to dodge a second clothesline before rolling out of the ring to compose himself.

Phoenix: What an explosive entrance from the challenger! I don’t think anyone expected this!
Jeffrey: This is bullshit! This match should be over, there’s no way he was down in time for that thirty count!
Roberts: Well, our Head Referee doesn’t think so, so this match goes ahead.

White is seething as he leans on the rope, beckoning to Valentine.

White: Come on Valentine, come reap what you have sown, come and taste the darkness you have awoken! Or are you too much of a cowardly bitch to face me!

White is practically frothing mad, but that list taunt seems to have hit a nerve as a slowly retreating Valentine stops, his own anger and fear intensifying into a cold rage as he takes a step up, leaps up to the edge of the ring and using all the momentum he can, hits a solid uppercut right under Whites jaw. This knocks the raging big man back, allowing Mad Dog to enter the ring and spring to his feet.

Mad Dog then begins a campaign of quick hit and run attacks, kicks and lariats, punches and chops, desperately trying to wear the giant down whilst staying out of range of counterattack. White flails around trying to catch the smaller man but Valentines speed  keeps him safe. Finally, with a clothesline to the back of Whites head that seems to daze the big man, Mad Dog, so the surprise of all, manages to hit his Flea Shot! White hits the deck and Mad Dog nonchalantly wipes some dust off his shoulders as he goes down to pin.

Jeffrey: Now that’s how you put a match away quickly! What a masterclass! WOOO!

The crowd roar in defiance as the ref drops to make the count, but before he hits the second, White launches the smaller man nearly six feet into the air, necessitating some quick acrobatics from Mad Dog so he lands on his feet rather than his face. The shock on his face is palpable as The Deamon rises to his feet. With a sudden burst of speed, White tackles Mad Dog, forcing him back into the ropes. Mad Dog elbows White in the back of the shoulder, trying to get White to release him, but White simply stands up, taking Mad Dog for the ride before falling back into a facebuster! The crowd roar at this show of power!
Mad Dog scrabbles at his face seemingly feeling for any broken bones as White, with unseemly quickness, begins to stalk his nemesis. Mad Dog gets to his feet, apparently happy that his face is still in one piece, only to feel the massive arms of White reach around his waist. A quick pop of the thighs, and Mad Dog goes over Whites shoulders, landing on the mat on the back of his head and shoulder thanks to a picture perfect German Suplex. But White doesn’t let go, instead, turns over, picks himself up, and pops a second suplex.

Roberts: White showing dominance here as he throws Mad Dog around!
Phoenix: And here comes the third. Mad Dog  is not enjoying this trip!

This seems to be correct as for his final throw, White finally let’s Mad Dog go, and he flies through the air to land in a heap in a corner. White roars with a primal rage that the crowd reciprocates as he prowls around the ring like a dominant gorilla. Mike Kim takes this opportunity to see how his boss is doing and try to get him back in the fight. White leans down to drag his prey up by the head, expecting meekness now that dominance has been shown. Mad Dog however has other plans and, after batting Whites hands away, gives White a solid punch to the face. White is stunned enough that he doesn’t see the next hit coming. Mad Dog, his confidence beginning to return, begins to increase the space with body shots that would rock a brick wall.

With that he launches himself at the ropes, bouncing back to hit a solid clothesline. Much to his surprise, Mad Dog bounces off, but quickly goes with the movement and goes for the ropes again. White finally reacts and turns into the running Mad Dog, head down as if to do a back body drop. Mad Dog scouts this and leaps over The Deamon, turns and gives a savage super kick to the back of his left knee! The crowd boo as with a shot, White drops to one knee.

With the positioning now perfect, Mad Dog lands a second superkick right to the base of White leather strap covered skull. The crowd gasp at the audible snap of connection and White collapses onto all fours. Mad Dog takes on a sick looking grin as he looks across the ring at his fallen foe. With a sudden rush, Mad Dog runs up, leaps in the air and slams his boot into Whites head with a vicious curb stomp! Whites head bounces off the mat as he falls face up onto the mat.

Phoenix: Such viciousness from the champion!

Miss Teri’s shriek is heard over the crowd as it’s now Mad Dog’s turn to saunter around the ring, arms outstretched, taking in the hatred from the crowd and the adulation of Kim and MagneZ, who seems to have forgotten his duty to hold Valentine’s reluctant wife. Valentine turns back to his fallen foe to see Miss Teri leaning into the ring gently caressing Whites head and speaking to him. Valentine shouts at Miss Teri to get away, Miss Teri gives one final desperate “GET UP!” and White, to the shock of everyone, sits up, easily burning holes into Mad Dog, who jumps back in shock. The crowd goes insane!

Phoenix: Ma Gawd! The Deamon just sat up! He just sat up!
Roberts: *Makes shrieking noises*
Jeffrey: No way! This isn’t possible!

Mad Dog tries to redouble his attack, going in with boots and strikes as The Deamon just gets to his feet, seemingly feeling nothing. Finally, under a barrage of axe blows from Mad Dog, White reaches out, and palms the smaller man away. Mad Dog runs the ropes again only this time to run straight into a spinning pavement slam!

Phoenix: That was a pavement slam straight to hell!

Mad Dog rolls away to avoid the pin dropping off the side of the apron into the waiting arms of MagneZ who supports him around the ring away from White. White drops to the apron himself to begin chasing his nemesis only for Mike Kin to try and run interference. Unluckily for him, White doesn’t even notice he’s there as he runs right through the other man! Valentine, seeing what happened to Kim, practically pushes MagneZ back towards White as he begins running around the ring. Again, MagneZ barely registers as an obstacle as he takes a shoulder tackle from White. Finally, Valentine makes it around the ring to where Miss Teri is standing. He grabs her and forces her in front of him as a human shield.

Roberts: This is despicable behaviour from our so called champion here!
Jeffrey: She’s his wife, he can do as he pleases with her… Lucky bastard!
Phoenix: Be that as it may, this isn’t the first time Valentine has put Miss Teri in an incredibly dangerous position!

White charges around the ring post, barely managing to stop himself from bowling both Miss Teri and Valentine over in his rage as Miss Teri shrieks in panic. White looks down at the small woman standing in front of him, the scene evoking memories of the Hulk and Black Widow, recognition seemingly penetrating through the fog of rage as he raises one of his massive paws to touch her face. Miss Teri smiles and a tear drops down her cheek at this moment of tenderness.

Valentine however is not just going to let this moment last and jumps down off the apron from behind Miss Teri with a forearm smash that rocks White back into the fence. Groggily, White manages to stay from falling, looking up just in time to eat a double flying drop kick from Valentine. White collapses and Valentine quickly rolls in and back out of the ring to break the refs count.

Valentine decides to go old school and begin stomping a mudhole into the groggy giant, revelling in the abuse hurled at him from the fans mere feet away from him. With a grunt of effort, he hauls on one of Whites arms, dragging him to his feet, then shoving him into the steel steps at the corner post, which promptly explodes. White groans in pain as he grasps at his arm and tries to limp away. Valentine, feeling completely at ease again, slowly stalks his prey, allowing White to rest up against the next post before jumping forward, grabbing the already injured arm and yanking it around the post with all his might. White yells in pain, sagging against the apron. Valentine then jumps in the ring, breaking the count again, and begins taunting White from inside the ropes, letting the ref again begin his count.

White breathes heavily as he tries to stretch out the arm and looks longingly over at Miss Teri, who as per the contract, can not interfere on his behalf during the match, and so stands there helplessly watching him. The taunting and the count make it past the fog in his brain, reminding him that he still has a job to do. Valentine, emboldened to the point of stupidity, even slaps White across his leather clad head, though all this does is reignite the rage burning deep in Whites soul. With a roar, he jumps onto the apron and rolls under the ropes, breaking the count at eight, and meeting Valentine's stomps head on.

Grimly, he pushes through the onslaught, again making it to his feet despite the strikes taking their toll. White begins to strike back with heavy blows of his own, rocking the champion and forcing him back. White then grabs a wrist and launches the smaller man into a corner, quickly following up with a stinger splash! Valentine staggers out of the corner, trying to suck in some air only to be lifted on to Whites massive shoulders before hitting the mat again with a fallaway slam!

Roberts: White’s looking like he’s regaining some momentum. Valentine looks rocked from that slam!

Indeed, as Valentine is curling up trying to regain some air, White rolls him onto his back and hooks a leg for a pin!

ONE!
TWO!
NO!

Valentine kicks out and rolls away. White grinds his teeth in frustration that this wasn’t enough. White regains his vertical base quickly and decides to help the recalcitrant Valentine to his feet also, propping him against the corner. He grins evilly as he raises a massive hand and the crowd quiet in anticipation.

SMACK!!!

The sound is heard ringing across the Hard Rock Stadium, followed by a silence that you could hear a pin drop.

SMACK!!!

Again, the hit is heard, accompanied by a yelp of pain as Valentine tries to cover up his chest, already turning red after just two hits. White forces his shoulder back again and readies a third.

SMACK!!!

With this he let’s his victim stagger out of the corner to collapse onto his knees, hugging his chest in an effort to block out the burning sensation of those three meaty slaps. White happily takes advantage of his defenceless position to run the ropes and land a massive big boot to Valentines skull! Valentine looks up to the roof of the stadium, obviously dazed, spread eagled on the mat as White slumps down to hook a leg again.

Phoenix: This could be it for the challenger!
Roberts: Valentine is out!
Jeffrey: Come on, don’t let that big ape beat you!

ONE!
TWO!
THR..!! No, somehow, Valentine has the wherewithal to kick out!!

White slaps the mat, looking up at the ref, but he stands firm on the two count. Valentine turns over onto his front for a second before making it up to his knees, blood beginning to trickle down his face.

White doesn’t wait around and gets to his feet, dragging Valentine up by his hair. This seems to awaken the Champion, either through disrespect or pain, but Valentine boots White in the midriff, seeming to mildly wind the big guy. Valentine strikes out with an elbow, once, twice, three times, rocking White back with each hit. Valentine then runs the ropes, bounces off, runs back towards White, manages to leap over the big guy, reaches the opposite ropes, leaps, bounces off the second rope by some miracle and takes White to the mat with a crossbody no-one was expecting! The crowd can’t help but cheer this level of athleticism and dexterity from their champion.

Phoenix: What an impressive display from the Mad Dog! You can never count him out!
Jeffrey: Hooyah! Jack’s got this in the bag!

Valentine rolls through the crossbody, his second, or maybe third wind giving him wings and he springs up the corner post to perch on the top rope, takes a second to orientate himself as White grudgingly makes it to his feet, and leaps through the air with a gravity defying shooting star press. White barely has time to register the flight before Valentine comes crashing down on top of him!

The crowd roars as the action heats up again and Kim and MagneZ are practically beside themselves by the apron. Valentine, sensing victory, but wanting to make sure, grabs Whites head, and lifts the recumbent man into a kneeling position, grabs him in an underhook, shouts some mocking jibes towards the crowd, cameras and Miss Teri, then hits a devastating flea shot! Valentine, wiping blood out of his eyes as he smiles, turns over his enemy and lays down over his chest, facing the roof. The ref leaps into action and Valentine raises his fists in time with the count.

ONE!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!

White jerks his shoulder up off the mat, knocking Valentine off his chest and rolls to his side.

Jeffrey: WHAT?! There’s no way, no goddamn way White got his shoulder up in time!
Roberts: It was damn close, but the challenger is still in this!
Jeffrey: Roberts, if I didn’t have to be here, I’d still be in your Mom! Now SHUT UP!!
Phoenix: Be that as it may, the match continues.

It seems that Valentine, MagneZ and Kim all seem to agree with Jeffrey’s sentiments however as both Kim and MagneZ jump onto the apron and are busy haranguing the ref as Valentine looks on in abject shock and horror. He even gets to his feet and argues with the ref instead of focusing on the match, so convinced was he of his win.

Suddenly, the arena lights go out and we’re blessed by the vision of a million fireflies in the darkness due to the many many mobile devices of the crowd. They scream in anticipation as the lights come back up and a lithe figure perches atop the corner post in line with MagneZ and Kim. The figure is dressed in bedraggled yet familiar wrestling tights and covered in bandages.

Phoenix: Hang on, Is that Tommy Young?!

It is, and the crowd scream again as he launches himself along the apron with a coast to coast double drop kick, smashing into Kim, who knocks into MagneZ, tumbling them both onto the ground.

Young lands heavily on the apron, having gone all in on the attack and bounces off himself. Miss Teri rushes to his aid, lifting the young man up and away from the bodies of Valentine's cronies. Young rips some bandages from his face in an adrenaline fuelled rage and Miss Teri Brings him away and flips the double bird up at the astonished Valentine. The crowd is going insane, and not just because of Tommy Young’s unexpected return. Valentine jumps as if he’d just seen a ghost as Whites hand slams down on his shoulder.

White grins at this shock, whips his nemesis out with an Irish whip, doesn’t let go and instead hit’s a massive shoulder tackle. Again, he swings the champion around only for the champ to impact onto Whites massive arm! On the third swing, White manages to lift Valentine up onto his shoulders in the Powerbomb position.

Roberts: Valentine’s going for a ride!

Valentine also see’s what’s coming and shaking his head almost comically, he is thrown down onto the mat with a massive Train Crash! Both men are down, having already endured several levels of hell over the course of this match and exhaustion looks like it’s taking it’s toll. MagneZ and Kim are back to their feet and are slamming the mat and shouting for their boss to get up. Miss Teri and Tommy have made it to the opposite corner and are now doing the same for White. The ref is at a loss of what to do for a second, before he remembers that he is in fact refereeing a wrestling match and there are in fact procedures in place for just such an occurrence. He begins the count!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!

Valentine coughs twice as he rolls onto his side, the first to react to the crowd’s count.

SIX!

Valentine reaches out for the ring ropes and holds himself up for a second. White begins to push himself up off his front to all fours, shaking his head to remove the cobwebs.

SEVEN!
EIGHT!

Valentine, using the ring ropes to help, climbs to his feet and wobbly turns to his enemy, wiping more blood from his face.

NINE!

White makes it to one knee and stands, also wobbly. Valentine visibly sags in despair as the count stops.

Phoenix: This battle recommences, and what a battle it’s been!

The two combatants take unsteady steps towards each other. Once in the centre of the ring, Valentine sends out a stinging open handed strike. White rocks back, then sends a strike of his own out, knocking the champ back. He returns with another stinging strike, and White replies in kind again. The crowd begins to “YEAH!” and “BOO!” as their favourite competitor lands a hit. The speed of the strikes quickens, and unsurprisingly, White seems to be getting the better of the exchange.

Roberts: Very few people in 4CW can match White strike for strike, and right now, Valentine is not part of that list!

Having been beaten back, Valentine tries to run the ropes, but is hit by a big boot on his return. White lifts him back up and throws Valentine to a corner, before charging in for a stinger splash, but Valentine manages to avoid it through a combination of desperate dodging and exhausted falling. The end result being the White is clutching his chest in pain, seemingly having difficulty breathing.

Valentine capitalises by hitting a picture perfect super kick to the giant's face, rocking him backwards. White clutches at his face for a second in shock, before recovering enough to defend himself.

Jeffrey: Hah! See how you like it, you big lummox!

This outburst from Jeffrey is due to the cut under the big man’s eye that has opened up due to the kick. White ignores it and meets Valentine with renewed energy in the centre of the ring. Valentine dodges a haymaker and strikes out with a kick to the thigh. White flinches, but throws another strike, this time hitting a hard yet still somewhat glancing blow.

Valentine almost falls but manages to keep on his feet as he backs away. Finally, Valentine roars and hits another superkick, staggering White and dropping him to a knee again. With a howl of triumph, Valentine leaps forwards and tries to lock in the underhook to end this match once and for all!

Phoenix: Valentine’s looking to put this match away!

But with his own bestial roar, White pushes the smaller man away, launching him back a good six feet, springs forwards with a speed and energy that surprises everyone and hit’s a bone smashing spear!

Roberts: THE RUNAWAY TRAIN! White hit the Runaway Train!!
Phoenix: Valentine is out cold! Can White take advantage and end this war?

After the impact, White stumbles to one knee and sways, exhaustion taking its toll. He practically collapses onto the recumbent form of Valentine and barely manages to hook a leg. The ref jumps in.

ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!

The crowd noise hits dangerously high volumes as confetti is released with almost unheard explosions from the roof of the Hard Rock Stadium!

Carson: Here is your winner… and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW 4CW WORLD CHAMPION … THE DEAMON … BRIAAAAAAN … WHIIIITE!!

Win Loss Records:
Brian White 5-0
Jack Valentine 2-1

White leans back onto his knees, exhaustion written all  over his face and he’s nearly bowled over by an ecstatically crying Miss Teri as she launches herself into the biggest bear hug she can manage. Tommy Young is right beside her as he joins the couple. For anyone who would care to notice at this point, a light brightens in White’s eyes that had previously been missing, and realisation and understanding begins to take hold.

White looks into the crying, smiling face of the woman he loves, a smile beginning to cross his face for the first time in months and he pulls her into the hug. White looks around the screaming crowd as if for the first time, tears streaming down his face, before locking eyes with Jason Trent. Trent smiles and holds out the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship belt.

White finally stands, with a little help from Miss Teri and Tommy, takes the belt and allows his arms to be raised. He turns to face the crowd before dropping his arms and handing the belt reverently to his wife. She takes the belt, White leans down and scoops her up so she’s sitting on one shoulder and she holds the belt on high.

The fans redouble their delight, everyone is on their feet applauding and cheering as the confetti continues to stream down. The camera pulls back from the ring where White, Tommy and Miss Teri are celebrating, past the commentary team who are all (even a somewhat reluctant Ray Jeffrey) are applauding and on past the cheering crowd as ”Wherever I May Roam” finally hits the PA.

Phoenix: That’s all we’ve got time for, ladies and gentlemen! What an incredible show it’s been and in the fifteen Revivals that have taken place in our illustrious history, none of them would have been the shows they were without you! Goodnight, take care of yourselves and others - but most importantly - THANK YOU!! Brian White leaves Revival the 4CW WORLD CHAMPION!

With that, the 4CW title and copyright screen fades in and the broadcast, finally, fades to black.

Quick Results:

April 25, 2021 (Night 1)
-Lindon Jett defeated Grant Zaiden in a Last Man Standing match (Match 7 of 7; Best of Seven Series. Jett wins 4-3.)
-Xavier Avana © defeated Supreme to retain the 4CW Custom Cup Championship (Ante Up match; Supreme’s career on the line.)
-Quentin Cosmo defeated Jason Crow © to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship (Hardcore match)

THE SPACE TIME EVENT

April 25, 2022 (Night 2)
-Sery and Lord Skywolf meet for the first time in three years, Lord Skywolf announces he is suing Sery.
-Neon Moon defeated Umbra Maxima ©, The Liberation, Silent Sorcery and Synth City Thrillers to win the 4CW Tag Team Championships (Gauntlet Match)
-Dark Lotus defeated Madeline Phoenix © to win the 4CW Universal Championship (Inferno match)
-Erica Moxie defeated Rhys Cain (Loser Leaves Town Deathmatch)
-Brian White defeated Jack Valentine © to win the 4CW World Championship

Writing Credit:
Open: Rhys
Jett vs Zaiden: Rhys
Avana vs Supreme: Rhys
Cosmo vs Crow: Rhys (with creative input from Snake!)
Sery’s Showcase/Lord Skywolf’s Return: Rhys (with creative credit to Compy, RD and Sery)
Tag Team Gauntlet: Rhys (and Paige for Neon Moon’s entrance)
Lotus vs Phoenix: Rhys (and Paige for entrances)
Moxie vs Cain: Rhys
White vs Valentine: Gorgrim

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