Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 4CW Storm Front! After a week out, we're back with a supershow! Four hours of the best wrestling action crammed into two hours. How can we do it? I guess we're about to find out! Jeffrey: And the main event! Why don't you tell them about tonight's main event? Phoenix: I received word from Hugh Knowles just minutes ago, tonight's main event will be a number one contenders match to Carstein's 4CW championship, featuring Cowboys From Hell leader Steven Penance going one on one against Jack "Mad Dog" Valentine. Jeffrey: And coming off the heels of his huge victory at Revival against [chux], it's tough to bet against Valentine in that one. Phoenix: I tend to agree Ray, but you can never be sure when the Cowboys are involved. Now let's get right on with the show, our first match starts now.
Loveless: And introducing first, from Barry Docks Wales, weighing in at 320 lbs, Brian 'The Freight Traaain' WHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTEEEEE!'
Metallicas 'Wherever I may Roam' comes over the PA, and as the full band kicks in, Brian White bounds out, fist bumping and shouting WOOO! as if sounding the whistle on an old steam train.
Loveless: And his opponent, already in the ring, W! H! STOOOOORM!
Jeffrey: So yet another lamb for the slaughter… Phoenix: How do you know that? Storm has just a much chance as any. Jeffrey: Ha! Have you seen what the Freight Train is capable of? No way is he getting out of this one alive. Phoenix: We’ll see….
Match 1 - Brian White v WH Storm Match starts with WH Storm quickly moving to the offensive, with quick punches and clotheslines but White hardly seems to notice the hits and even goads Storm by asking for more. Storm enthusiastically continues his offensive and manages to whip White off the ropes only to be slammed by a huge shoulder tackle. After this it’s all White as he takes control of the match, hitting Storm with suplexes and power slams before finally picking up a groggy Storm for his finishing Train Crash for the win. Winner: Brian White
Jeffrey: Told ya… Phoenix: Yeah yeah…
Brian White heads over to Loveless at ringside and calls for her microphone.
White: Shut the music off! I’ve had enough! Is this the best this company can offer me? Four matches in four weeks and all of them done in under five minutes. I came here looking for a challenge and so far I’ve been severally disappointed. I dunno if it’s down to management booking me against tag team wrestlers in singles competition but come on, gimme a break and send someone out here who can go one on one with me! Anyone back there think they c….
The lights suddenly turn off and the titantron screen gradually lights up showing a darkened room with several candles casting a slightly eldritch glow. A figure, robed and cowled seems to be the centre of attention.
Jeffrey: Who the hell is that? Phoenix: I haven’t a clue.
Stranger: We have heard your call Brian White. We have heard your call and we will answer it. I am the herald on one who will face you, of one who will beat you, of one who will show you what it means to know fear. So I will ask you, what do you…phear?!
The light suddenly turn back on to reveal a large masked wrestler in tattered black and red ring gear standing behind White. The crowd roars in approval.
Phoenix: On my god, it’s Phear! Phear is back!
Phear launches himself at a stunned White knocking him to the ground with punches and forearms to the upper body before mud stomping him. Not letting up the pressure Phear pulls White to his feet only to lift him into the air and drop him in a huge swinging neckbreaker.
Jeffrey: That was incredible! Phear just lifted 320lbs like it was nothing. He doesn’t seem to have lost any of his power whilst he’s been away. Phoenix: I think the freight train has found his challenge!
Phear stands over White, looking down on him whilst White just looks up into the air, shock seeming to have taken over for now. Again the lights go out and before the crowd have finished it’s roar, the light come back on, Brian White’s comatose body now being the only thing in the ring.
Phoenix: Damn, that guy creeps me out! But wow, what a statement!
Medics converge on the ring as we throw to the back.
We're taken to "The Icon" Mark Redman's dressing room door. We see Smoke approach and knock confidently. The door swings open and the universal champion pokes his head out with wet hair and wearing only a towel.
Smoke: Hey there. Fancy putting some clothes on? Redman: Oh, this isn't doing it for you? Smoke: Sorry dude, you're not really my type. Redman: I'm everyone's type. I mean, good. Smoke: I mean you're a guy. I'm not...y'know. Redman: Ha! Yeah. Good one. What do you want? Smoke: Believe it or not, i want to build some bridges. Look, we had a hell of a match at Revival and whether or not I like how, the fact is you came out the winner. Tomorrow is another day, and I'm not the type of guy to hold grudges. My time will come. So why don't we put all that behind us? Redman: Are you serious? Is Dredrick going to attack me or something? Smoke: No, they don't know I'm here. I'm serious, I just want to wipe the slate clean ahead of our six man tag tonight and agree to have a good clean match. Redman: I'm always good, and I was right in the middle of getting clean when you knocked on my door. When that bell rings, anything goes. That's how I work. Smoke: I can appreciate that. Well, the ball's in your court man, just know there's no hard feelings.
Smoke turns to leave, but Redman continues.
Redman: Speaking of hard feelings, what's Victor's deal? Smoke: What do you mean? Redman: His angle. I know he wants my title, but what's his game? Smoke: I don't know what you're talking about. Redman: You can't work a worker, I know he's up to something. And you? You're part of it. Smoke: Me? Redman: You don't know? Oh man. Look, you want a fresh start, for us to be buddies? Well here's some friendly advice, ok? Dredrick and Victor are using you. Smoke: You're wrong. Redman: Alright, I'm wrong. But I'm not. Juse ask yourself, if you were one of them, why haven't they made you a member of High Society? From all I've seen, you're a better friend to them than Mark Holmes is, but he's in the group. Smoke: So...what are you saying? Redman: Like I said, I don't know what he's planning, but I know he's planning something. You know what a patsy is? Smoke: Sure. Redman: Why are they keeping you close, but not too close? Just...think about it.
With that, Redman disappears back into his room and shuts the door. Smoke is left to think over his situation.
Elsewhere, Descent is looking up and down between the parking lot hallway and his watch. Virus and Jakob Villani are behind him, waiting patiently.
Villani: Uh, what are we doing here, boss? Descent: Dammit, he should be here by now. And stop calling me boss. Villani: Oh, right. Sorry. What are we doing here, bo- uh, sir? Descent: Just call me Descent, ok? Save the boss stuff for Penance. Villani: What are we doin- Descent: God damn it Jakob! Listen close, I'm not saying this again. We wait here. Mad Dog comes to arena. We attack Mad Dog. Penance beats Mad Dog later. Understand? Villani: Yeah.
Good. So now we're back to silence. Descent looks at his watch, then back towards the parking lot.
Villani: Uh, except one thing. Descent: What is it? Villani: Why are we waiting here when Mad Dog is in catering right now?
Descent turns to Villani with a frustrated look.
Descent: Why didn't you tell me that?! Villani: I didn't know that was the plan. You don't tell me anything, boss.
Descent is ready to snap, but suppresses his rage and walks away towards the catering area. Virus and Villani follow a few paces behind.
Back in the arena, the ring is set up with a red carpet and a throne. A girl dressed as an old timey regal servant reads from a scroll.
Girl: People of the 4CW kingdom, arise for the coronation of your new king! Today marks the first day of his reign, all hail King Cyber Dragon!
The girl gestures up to the stage, where Cyber Dragon makes his entrance. Even through his mask it's pretty clear he's not taking this too seriously, but enjoys his moment in the spotlight all the same. He heads down to the ring, where the girl holds the ropes open for him. He steps through and the girl gestures for him to take a seat on his throne. She pulls out a crown from behind the throne and tries to place it on his head, but he holds his hand up to stop her. He tells her to hand him a microphone, so she puts the crown back and gives him the mic on a purple cushion.
Dragon: Thanks, but this doesn't feel right. I didn't get here on my own, so I don't want to be here on my own. Conquistador, would you come out here?
A few moments pass but El Conquistador's music hits and he heads down to the ring to join his partner. Dragon stands to greet him.
Dragon: Thanks for coming out. Look, we've done a lot together here in 4CW, including becoming the tag team champions, so it only feels right that you should be out here with me tonight.
Conquistador nods in agreement. Dragon steps back and sits back down.
Dragon: And it's only right that you should be the one to crown me, king of the cruiserweights.
Conquistador tilts his head to the side in confusion. He has his hands on his hips, looking a little insulted.
Dragon: Where did you put my crown? Give it to him.
The girl scurries over to where the crown sits behind the throne, picks it up and presents it to Conquistador. The gold man picks it up and looks it over, then unceremoniously drops it on Dragon's head. Dragon doesn't notice, he's just happy to have his new headgear.
Dragon: Let it be known, King Dragon is a benevolent leader! Together, under my rule, we shall prosper! Thank you all!
Conquistador is already out of the ring and heading out. He's seen enough. But before he can get too far, the RockStarrs' theme hits and Candi leads her guys out to the stage.
Candi: Wait a minute boys, it looks like we're interrupting something. Starr: Are we? I don't see anything important going on. Candi: Yeah, it looks like some guy is playing dress-up. Starr: Well this isn't the place for that. If they hadn't cheated and I'd won that battle royal like I was supposed to, you wouldn't see me playing anything. That ring is for men like us to go to work. Candi: Oh I know babe. Maybe you two should go down there and show him what that means. Dragon: Do we have a problem? If you have a request to ask of your king, step forward. Starr: A request? No. Just a statement. Get out of our ring, or we'll throw you out. Dragon: It would appear I have a ruling to make. RockStarrs, come on down here. Conquistador, I need you back here. We have ourselves a tag match to win. Hey, hey you guys. Clear the ring for me.
And with that, a couple of ring crew guys quickly scramble around to get the ring cleared of the throne and carpet. Time for an impromptu match!
Match 2 - Los Dragonquistadores v RockStarrs King Dragon starts off with BA Starr, getting the better of him in the early goings. He tags out to Conquistador who takes over strongly, scoring a couple of quick near falls on Starr. Starr ends up raking the eye to buy himself some time to make the tag, letting T-Rock storm the ring and work Conquistador over. Conquistador tries to make the tag out but Dragon isn't making much effort to reach in. T-Rock military presses Conquistador high overhead and backs up to his corner for Starr to make the blind tag. Starr heads up to the top turnbuckle and jumps onto Conquistador's back as Rock lets him fall to the canvas. Starr squishes Conquistador and pins him at around the six minute mark. Winners: RockStarrs
We cut backstage where "The Bruiser" Rhysus is seen in the locker room. He is met by a massive sea of boos from the crowd, betrayed by their hero as he joined the Midnight Court two weeks ago. Rhysus is on the phone when the camerman enters.
Rhysus:I know you don't understand... you can hate me all you want, Ella... soon you'll realise that things are better this way.... no, I - Hello - argh!
Rhysus throws his phone on to the bench in frustration at the hang up. He turns towards the door and he looks even more annoyed and Zephyris comes into view, with a big pop from the crowd for the brother of the 4CW Hall of Famer.
Zephyris:So, I've been trying to get a word with you for weeks. We need to talk. Rhysus:There's nothing to talk about, Zeph.
Zephyris groans inwardly.
Zephyris:This... new alliance with Carstein... look, I know when you lost to him he got in your head - but don't you get it? He's won... he wanted you under his control and now he has it. Rhysus:I'm not under anyone's control brother, I'm working with Carstein. The Midnight Court is an alliance. Everyone is important. Zephyris:Sure, so when is Carstein giving you a rematch for the title?
Rhysus scowls. He stands closer to Zephyris.
Rhysus:I'm telling you this because I love you, Zeph. Stay away from me and out of my business, or things will end badly for you. Zephyris:Oh, so now you're threatening me? First, you betray me, your partner and your daughter, and now you're THREATENING me?!
Before Zephyris can say anymore, Rhysus connects with an uppercut. He sends a few more fists at Zephyris as he puts his guard up while leaning against the locker room wall. Rhysus grabs Zeph and knees him in the gut, before throwing him into the nearby lockers! Zephyris crashes and falls hard and Rhysus brushes his hand through his hair in anger and also a bit of guilt.
Rhysus:Don't make me ask you again, Zeph. Stay away.
Rhysus leaves the locker room as the camera man decides to do a slow zoom on Zephyris, rather than spend the time doing something like, you know, getting help. We cut back to the ring.
A quick vignette plays of a girl in a Lone Ranger style eye mask, showing off some impressive swordplay. She spins and twirls, twists and pirouettes with her blade, slashing and slicing the air all around her, eventually marking the screen to spell "AM". We're told 'Alejandra Montero, coming soon.'
We meet up with the Cowboys From Hell again, this time in the catering area. They barge in, disrupting everyone from their meals, Descent looking all around at each stage hand and developmental talent in turn, then turning back to Virus and Villani.
Descent: You told me he was here. Villani: Uh, he was here boss. Descent: That's no good to me. Where is he now? Villani: Uh, I dunno boss. Descent: I won't tell you again Jakob. Stop calling me boss. Just find Jack Valentine. Now. Villani: Ok bo- Uh, sorry.
Right on cue, Jack Valentine himself shows up! How convenient.
Valentine: Did I hear you talking about me? Descent: Ah, Mad Dog. So glad you could join us. Valentine: That makes one of us. So what's this about? Villani: Uh, boss? I found him. Descent: Shut up Jakob. Jack, please understand. This isn't personal. Valentine: It doesn't have to be. But if you do what I think you're going to do, you'll make it personal. Descent: I thought you may see it that way. It really is unfortunate when these matters can't be resolved like men. Villani: I don't get it. Are we gonna hurt this guy or not?
Descent buries his face in his hand.
Descent: Yes, Jakob. Do it now.
Virus and Villani attack Valentine. Mad Dog fends them off for a little while, but the numbers game soon overwhelms him and he's thrown into tables and hit with dining chairs. Descent simply watches the chaos, grimacing every time Valentine gets a shot in on his boys.
He's tougher than he looks.
Descent has been joined by none other than [chux], who stands beside him with his arms folded.
Descent: Apparently. [chux]: Looks like I should help out. Descent: It's ok. They have it covered. [chux]: Hm.
[chux] casually picks up a dining plate from the table beside him, flipping it in his hands a couple of times.
[chux]: I wasn't talking about them.
[chux] cracks the plate over Descent's head, shattering it into pieces. He then drags Virus off Valentine and tosses him over a table. Valentine fights back against Villani while [chux] lays into Virus. Villani soon ends up crashing through a table and Virus is run into a vending machine, leaving [chux] and Valentine standing face to face.
Valentine: I guess I should thank you. [chux]: But you won't. You ok for tonight? Valentine: Yeah.
[chux] nods to him and leaves, his job is done. Valentine is confused as to why he was helped, but isn't going to question a good thing.
Match 3 - "The Icon" Mark Redman & D'Amico Brothers v Gemini & Smoke Good length match, each man getting his chance to shine. Redman wants no part of Victor Kincaid, tagging out whenever Victor is legal. In the end Redman and Smoke are the legal men and Smoke has the upper hand. The D'Amicos cause the distraction, so Gemini head over to cut them off. The two teams go brawling up the ramp, leaving Redman to wipe Smoke out with a lariat to the back of the head. With Smoke dazed, Redman hoists him up to the top turnbuckle and takes him off with the iconoclasm for the pinfall. Winners: "The Icon" Mark Redman & D'Amico Brothers
* Drake promo, says he's not done with Nichols and that the 4CW championship is coming his way.
Match 4 - Steven Penance v Jack Valentine Number one contendership to 4CW championship Winner: ???
Pyro! Ballyhoo!
Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 4CW Storm Front! After a week out, we're back with a supershow! Four hours of the best wrestling action crammed into two hours. How can we do it? I guess we're about to find out!
Jeffrey: And the main event! Why don't you tell them about tonight's main event?
Phoenix: I received word from Hugh Knowles just minutes ago, tonight's main event will be a number one contenders match to Carstein's 4CW championship, featuring Cowboys From Hell leader Steven Penance going one on one against Jack "Mad Dog" Valentine.
Jeffrey: And coming off the heels of his huge victory at Revival against [chux], it's tough to bet against Valentine in that one.
Phoenix: I tend to agree Ray, but you can never be sure when the Cowboys are involved. Now let's get right on with the show, our first match starts now.
Loveless: And introducing first, from Barry Docks Wales, weighing in at 320 lbs, Brian 'The Freight Traaain' WHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTEEEEE!'
Metallicas 'Wherever I may Roam' comes over the PA, and as the full band kicks in, Brian White bounds out, fist bumping and shouting WOOO! as if sounding the whistle on an old steam train.
Loveless: And his opponent, already in the ring, W! H! STOOOOORM!
Jeffrey: So yet another lamb for the slaughter…
Phoenix: How do you know that? Storm has just a much chance as any.
Jeffrey: Ha! Have you seen what the Freight Train is capable of? No way is he getting out of this one alive.
Phoenix: We’ll see….
Match 1 - Brian White v WH Storm
Match starts with WH Storm quickly moving to the offensive, with quick punches and clotheslines but White hardly seems to notice the hits and even goads Storm by asking for more. Storm enthusiastically continues his offensive and manages to whip White off the ropes only to be slammed by a huge shoulder tackle. After this it’s all White as he takes control of the match, hitting Storm with suplexes and power slams before finally picking up a groggy Storm for his finishing Train Crash for the win.
Winner: Brian White
Jeffrey: Told ya…
Phoenix: Yeah yeah…
Brian White heads over to Loveless at ringside and calls for her microphone.
White: Shut the music off! I’ve had enough! Is this the best this company can offer me? Four matches in four weeks and all of them done in under five minutes. I came here looking for a challenge and so far I’ve been severally disappointed. I dunno if it’s down to management booking me against tag team wrestlers in singles competition but come on, gimme a break and send someone out here who can go one on one with me! Anyone back there think they c….
The lights suddenly turn off and the titantron screen gradually lights up showing a darkened room with several candles casting a slightly eldritch glow. A figure, robed and cowled seems to be the centre of attention.
Jeffrey: Who the hell is that?
Phoenix: I haven’t a clue.
Stranger: We have heard your call Brian White. We have heard your call and we will answer it. I am the herald on one who will face you, of one who will beat you, of one who will show you what it means to know fear. So I will ask you, what do you…phear?!
The light suddenly turn back on to reveal a large masked wrestler in tattered black and red ring gear standing behind White. The crowd roars in approval.
Phoenix: On my god, it’s Phear! Phear is back!
Phear launches himself at a stunned White knocking him to the ground with punches and forearms to the upper body before mud stomping him. Not letting up the pressure Phear pulls White to his feet only to lift him into the air and drop him in a huge swinging neckbreaker.
Jeffrey: That was incredible! Phear just lifted 320lbs like it was nothing. He doesn’t seem to have lost any of his power whilst he’s been away.
Phoenix: I think the freight train has found his challenge!
Phear stands over White, looking down on him whilst White just looks up into the air, shock seeming to have taken over for now. Again the lights go out and before the crowd have finished it’s roar, the light come back on, Brian White’s comatose body now being the only thing in the ring.
Phoenix: Damn, that guy creeps me out! But wow, what a statement!
Medics converge on the ring as we throw to the back.
We're taken to "The Icon" Mark Redman's dressing room door. We see Smoke approach and knock confidently. The door swings open and the universal champion pokes his head out with wet hair and wearing only a towel.
Smoke: Hey there. Fancy putting some clothes on?
Redman: Oh, this isn't doing it for you?
Smoke: Sorry dude, you're not really my type.
Redman: I'm everyone's type. I mean, good.
Smoke: I mean you're a guy. I'm not...y'know.
Redman: Ha! Yeah. Good one. What do you want?
Smoke: Believe it or not, i want to build some bridges. Look, we had a hell of a match at Revival and whether or not I like how, the fact is you came out the winner. Tomorrow is another day, and I'm not the type of guy to hold grudges. My time will come. So why don't we put all that behind us?
Redman: Are you serious? Is Dredrick going to attack me or something?
Smoke: No, they don't know I'm here. I'm serious, I just want to wipe the slate clean ahead of our six man tag tonight and agree to have a good clean match.
Redman: I'm always good, and I was right in the middle of getting clean when you knocked on my door. When that bell rings, anything goes. That's how I work.
Smoke: I can appreciate that. Well, the ball's in your court man, just know there's no hard feelings.
Smoke turns to leave, but Redman continues.
Redman: Speaking of hard feelings, what's Victor's deal?
Smoke: What do you mean?
Redman: His angle. I know he wants my title, but what's his game?
Smoke: I don't know what you're talking about.
Redman: You can't work a worker, I know he's up to something. And you? You're part of it.
Smoke: Me?
Redman: You don't know? Oh man. Look, you want a fresh start, for us to be buddies? Well here's some friendly advice, ok? Dredrick and Victor are using you.
Smoke: You're wrong.
Redman: Alright, I'm wrong. But I'm not. Juse ask yourself, if you were one of them, why haven't they made you a member of High Society? From all I've seen, you're a better friend to them than Mark Holmes is, but he's in the group.
Smoke: So...what are you saying?
Redman: Like I said, I don't know what he's planning, but I know he's planning something. You know what a patsy is?
Smoke: Sure.
Redman: Why are they keeping you close, but not too close? Just...think about it.
With that, Redman disappears back into his room and shuts the door. Smoke is left to think over his situation.
Elsewhere, Descent is looking up and down between the parking lot hallway and his watch. Virus and Jakob Villani are behind him, waiting patiently.
Villani: Uh, what are we doing here, boss?
Descent: Dammit, he should be here by now. And stop calling me boss.
Villani: Oh, right. Sorry. What are we doing here, bo- uh, sir?
Descent: Just call me Descent, ok? Save the boss stuff for Penance.
Villani: What are we doin-
Descent: God damn it Jakob! Listen close, I'm not saying this again. We wait here. Mad Dog comes to arena. We attack Mad Dog. Penance beats Mad Dog later. Understand?
Villani: Yeah.
Good. So now we're back to silence. Descent looks at his watch, then back towards the parking lot.
Villani: Uh, except one thing.
Descent: What is it?
Villani: Why are we waiting here when Mad Dog is in catering right now?
Descent turns to Villani with a frustrated look.
Descent: Why didn't you tell me that?!
Villani: I didn't know that was the plan. You don't tell me anything, boss.
Descent is ready to snap, but suppresses his rage and walks away towards the catering area. Virus and Villani follow a few paces behind.
Back in the arena, the ring is set up with a red carpet and a throne. A girl dressed as an old timey regal servant reads from a scroll.
Girl: People of the 4CW kingdom, arise for the coronation of your new king! Today marks the first day of his reign, all hail King Cyber Dragon!
The girl gestures up to the stage, where Cyber Dragon makes his entrance. Even through his mask it's pretty clear he's not taking this too seriously, but enjoys his moment in the spotlight all the same. He heads down to the ring, where the girl holds the ropes open for him. He steps through and the girl gestures for him to take a seat on his throne. She pulls out a crown from behind the throne and tries to place it on his head, but he holds his hand up to stop her. He tells her to hand him a microphone, so she puts the crown back and gives him the mic on a purple cushion.
Dragon: Thanks, but this doesn't feel right. I didn't get here on my own, so I don't want to be here on my own. Conquistador, would you come out here?
A few moments pass but El Conquistador's music hits and he heads down to the ring to join his partner. Dragon stands to greet him.
Dragon: Thanks for coming out. Look, we've done a lot together here in 4CW, including becoming the tag team champions, so it only feels right that you should be out here with me tonight.
Conquistador nods in agreement. Dragon steps back and sits back down.
Dragon: And it's only right that you should be the one to crown me, king of the cruiserweights.
Conquistador tilts his head to the side in confusion. He has his hands on his hips, looking a little insulted.
Dragon: Where did you put my crown? Give it to him.
The girl scurries over to where the crown sits behind the throne, picks it up and presents it to Conquistador. The gold man picks it up and looks it over, then unceremoniously drops it on Dragon's head. Dragon doesn't notice, he's just happy to have his new headgear.
Dragon: Let it be known, King Dragon is a benevolent leader! Together, under my rule, we shall prosper! Thank you all!
Conquistador is already out of the ring and heading out. He's seen enough. But before he can get too far, the RockStarrs' theme hits and Candi leads her guys out to the stage.
Candi: Wait a minute boys, it looks like we're interrupting something.
Starr: Are we? I don't see anything important going on.
Candi: Yeah, it looks like some guy is playing dress-up.
Starr: Well this isn't the place for that. If they hadn't cheated and I'd won that battle royal like I was supposed to, you wouldn't see me playing anything. That ring is for men like us to go to work.
Candi: Oh I know babe. Maybe you two should go down there and show him what that means.
Dragon: Do we have a problem? If you have a request to ask of your king, step forward.
Starr: A request? No. Just a statement. Get out of our ring, or we'll throw you out.
Dragon: It would appear I have a ruling to make. RockStarrs, come on down here. Conquistador, I need you back here. We have ourselves a tag match to win. Hey, hey you guys. Clear the ring for me.
And with that, a couple of ring crew guys quickly scramble around to get the ring cleared of the throne and carpet. Time for an impromptu match!
Match 2 - Los Dragonquistadores v RockStarrs
King Dragon starts off with BA Starr, getting the better of him in the early goings. He tags out to Conquistador who takes over strongly, scoring a couple of quick near falls on Starr. Starr ends up raking the eye to buy himself some time to make the tag, letting T-Rock storm the ring and work Conquistador over. Conquistador tries to make the tag out but Dragon isn't making much effort to reach in. T-Rock military presses Conquistador high overhead and backs up to his corner for Starr to make the blind tag. Starr heads up to the top turnbuckle and jumps onto Conquistador's back as Rock lets him fall to the canvas. Starr squishes Conquistador and pins him at around the six minute mark.
Winners: RockStarrs
We cut backstage where "The Bruiser" Rhysus is seen in the locker room. He is met by a massive sea of boos from the crowd, betrayed by their hero as he joined the Midnight Court two weeks ago. Rhysus is on the phone when the camerman enters.
Rhysus: I know you don't understand... you can hate me all you want, Ella... soon you'll realise that things are better this way.... no, I - Hello - argh!
Rhysus throws his phone on to the bench in frustration at the hang up. He turns towards the door and he looks even more annoyed and Zephyris comes into view, with a big pop from the crowd for the brother of the 4CW Hall of Famer.
Zephyris: So, I've been trying to get a word with you for weeks. We need to talk.
Rhysus: There's nothing to talk about, Zeph.
Zephyris groans inwardly.
Zephyris: This... new alliance with Carstein... look, I know when you lost to him he got in your head - but don't you get it? He's won... he wanted you under his control and now he has it.
Rhysus: I'm not under anyone's control brother, I'm working with Carstein. The Midnight Court is an alliance. Everyone is important.
Zephyris: Sure, so when is Carstein giving you a rematch for the title?
Rhysus scowls. He stands closer to Zephyris.
Rhysus: I'm telling you this because I love you, Zeph. Stay away from me and out of my business, or things will end badly for you.
Zephyris: Oh, so now you're threatening me? First, you betray me, your partner and your daughter, and now you're THREATENING me?!
Before Zephyris can say anymore, Rhysus connects with an uppercut. He sends a few more fists at Zephyris as he puts his guard up while leaning against the locker room wall. Rhysus grabs Zeph and knees him in the gut, before throwing him into the nearby lockers! Zephyris crashes and falls hard and Rhysus brushes his hand through his hair in anger and also a bit of guilt.
Rhysus: Don't make me ask you again, Zeph. Stay away.
Rhysus leaves the locker room as the camera man decides to do a slow zoom on Zephyris, rather than spend the time doing something like, you know, getting help. We cut back to the ring.
A quick vignette plays of a girl in a Lone Ranger style eye mask, showing off some impressive swordplay. She spins and twirls, twists and pirouettes with her blade, slashing and slicing the air all around her, eventually marking the screen to spell "AM". We're told 'Alejandra Montero, coming soon.'
We meet up with the Cowboys From Hell again, this time in the catering area. They barge in, disrupting everyone from their meals, Descent looking all around at each stage hand and developmental talent in turn, then turning back to Virus and Villani.
Descent: You told me he was here.
Villani: Uh, he was here boss.
Descent: That's no good to me. Where is he now?
Villani: Uh, I dunno boss.
Descent: I won't tell you again Jakob. Stop calling me boss. Just find Jack Valentine. Now.
Villani: Ok bo- Uh, sorry.
Right on cue, Jack Valentine himself shows up! How convenient.
Valentine: Did I hear you talking about me?
Descent: Ah, Mad Dog. So glad you could join us.
Valentine: That makes one of us. So what's this about?
Villani: Uh, boss? I found him.
Descent: Shut up Jakob. Jack, please understand. This isn't personal.
Valentine: It doesn't have to be. But if you do what I think you're going to do, you'll make it personal.
Descent: I thought you may see it that way. It really is unfortunate when these matters can't be resolved like men.
Villani: I don't get it. Are we gonna hurt this guy or not?
Descent buries his face in his hand.
Descent: Yes, Jakob. Do it now.
Virus and Villani attack Valentine. Mad Dog fends them off for a little while, but the numbers game soon overwhelms him and he's thrown into tables and hit with dining chairs. Descent simply watches the chaos, grimacing every time Valentine gets a shot in on his boys.
He's tougher than he looks.
Descent has been joined by none other than [chux], who stands beside him with his arms folded.
Descent: Apparently.
[chux]: Looks like I should help out.
Descent: It's ok. They have it covered.
[chux]: Hm.
[chux] casually picks up a dining plate from the table beside him, flipping it in his hands a couple of times.
[chux]: I wasn't talking about them.
[chux] cracks the plate over Descent's head, shattering it into pieces. He then drags Virus off Valentine and tosses him over a table. Valentine fights back against Villani while [chux] lays into Virus. Villani soon ends up crashing through a table and Virus is run into a vending machine, leaving [chux] and Valentine standing face to face.
Valentine: I guess I should thank you.
[chux]: But you won't. You ok for tonight?
Valentine: Yeah.
[chux] nods to him and leaves, his job is done. Valentine is confused as to why he was helped, but isn't going to question a good thing.
Match 3 - "The Icon" Mark Redman & D'Amico Brothers v Gemini & Smoke
Good length match, each man getting his chance to shine. Redman wants no part of Victor Kincaid, tagging out whenever Victor is legal. In the end Redman and Smoke are the legal men and Smoke has the upper hand. The D'Amicos cause the distraction, so Gemini head over to cut them off. The two teams go brawling up the ramp, leaving Redman to wipe Smoke out with a lariat to the back of the head. With Smoke dazed, Redman hoists him up to the top turnbuckle and takes him off with the iconoclasm for the pinfall.
Winners: "The Icon" Mark Redman & D'Amico Brothers
* Drake promo, says he's not done with Nichols and that the 4CW championship is coming his way.
Match 4 - Steven Penance v Jack Valentine
Number one contendership to 4CW championship
Winner: ???