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Carson: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the first round of the Soul Survivor Tournament!
The crowd cheer.
Carson: The rules are simple. Six competitors start the match tonight. The match will go on until one competitor has been pinned, forced to submit or lost in any other way depending on the match stipulation. That competitor will be eliminated from the tournament, and next round will see five competitors. This will continue until the final one-on-one match, in which the winner will be crowned the Tournament Champion, as well as the new 4CW World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd let out another big cheer.
Carson: Tonight’s match is a Fans Bring the Weapons match, and is scheduled for one-fall. There are no disqualifications; no rope breaks and no count outs, however pinfalls must be made in the ring. The crowd itself will give the competitors weapons to use in the match.
The camera pans around the arena, showing members of the crowd waving weapons about in the air. We see all sorts of crazy weapons: a kayak, a flat screen TV, a desk fan, different sports equipment, a [chux] t-shirt, a laptop computer, baking trays and roasting tins.
Roberts: So what kind of match can we expect here tonight?
Jeffrey: It’s gonna be one hell of a tussle! No rules, no DQ and falls count anywhere!
Phoenix: As the first round of Soul Survivor, it’s going to be a highly tactical match.
Jeffrey: Tactics? ‘Choo talkin’ ‘bout? This is going to be the wrestling equivalent of a Mad Max movie!
Phoenix: There are five more rounds after this match, so every competitor tonight will be looking at inflicting maximum damage on everyone else to weaken and soften them up. Concentrate on the legs or arms tonight, then next round those arms and legs will be targets.
Roberts: That’s a very good point Scott, and of course, it’s fans bring the weapons!
Jeffrey: Oh boy, I love these. The 4CW fans make the old ECW crowds look like a bunch of Harvard Law School graduates, so we’re guaranteed some crazy weapons here.
Phoenix: Well let’s go to Michael Carson in the ring for the introductions.
The lights dim and two spotlights appear on stage with a rusty brown looking tint taking over the rest of the arena. Those spotlights come up one by one as the first couple rifts of “With A Little Help From My Friends” by Joe Cocker start up, revealing Bally Hoo of Debauchery!
“What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song...
And I'll try not to sing out of key…”
Carson: introducing first, Bally Hoo!
Bally Hoo happily strolls down the 4CW rampway, lip syncing the entire song as some of the crowd members join in the fun and show their admiration for the mischievous wrestler.
The lights remain dimed and "The Astral Dialogue" by Agalloch blares, as a thick layer of purple fog envelopes the stage. Paige appears through the fog, wearing a black leather jacket over her usual ring attire.
Carson: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Newfoundland, Canada but now residing on... The DAAARK Side of the MOOOON... weighing in at 143 pounds... PILGRIIIM PAIIIGE!
After a brief scan of her surroundings, the song's beat picks up with a growling vocalization and she takes off running to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and arising. After removing her jacket and tossing it to ringside, she walks to the middle of the ring. Paige spreads her arms wide and draws back her head, screaming aloud and turning in a circular motion while a burst of purple pyro shoots from each corner post. The lights return to normal as she removes her Trans Pride necklace, sets it aside and commences running the ropes in preparation for the match.
“Wherever I May Roam” by Yashin plays, heralding the entrance of the “Freight Train”.
Carson: And their opponent, from Barry, South Wales, the UK, BRIAN “THE FREIGHT TRAIN” WHITE!
Brian White marches down to the ring with no fuss or faffing about. He climbs into the ring, glaring at Bally Hoo and Pilgrim Paige.
"Dolcissimae...
Oh Fortuna...
Venit Meos..."
The arena goes from dark to an explosion of pyro as the song changes and Gunnar Jarlsson and Sven Stromberg, The Norsemen, appear from behind the curtain. They are polar opposites as they stand at the edge of the stage; Gunnar is menacing, while Sven is aloof.
Carson: And their opponents, Sven Stromberg and Gunnar Jarlsson, THE NORSEMEN!!
They step off the stage and walk down the aisle, both focused in their own ways. They slide into the ring at the same time, and as Gunnar slaps the turnbuckle to motivate himself, Sven merely breathes deeply and awaits their opponents.
And last but not least, Korn’s “Narcissistic Cannibal” plays, and out comes former 4CW World Heavyweight Champion, Rhys Cain.
Carson: And finally, from Swansea, Wales, the UK, “THE BRUISER” RHYS CAIN!!
Rhys climbs into the ring, and here we go!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
All six competitors stand against the ropes, eyeing each other, all waiting for the right moment to strike.
Roberts: Just like the Good, the Bad and the Ugly! Though which one’s which?
Jeffrey: They’re all the Ugly to me.
Crowd: WE WANT HARDCORE! WE WANT HARDCORE! WE WANT HARDCORE!
Jeffrey: Yeah c’mon, so do I!
Right on cue, Rhys turns around and climbs out of the ring, to a cheer from the crowd. Following the match stipulation, he heads over to the crowd to grab his first weapon. In the ring, everyone else heads to the outside to grab some weapons from the crowd. Rhys is passed a baseball bat, then charges at Brian White, who is armed with a stop roadside sign. Rhys swings the bat, but the Freight Train lifts the sign like a shield. The bat clangs against the metal.
Bally Hoo finds himself an old TV set, which he throws at the Norsemen, who are still trying to find a decent weapon. Jarlsson turns around in time to see the TV hurtling towards him. He pushes a surprised Sven out of the way and backs off himself. The TV smashes on the ground, bits and parts flying off everywhere. Sven is taken by surprise again, as Pilgrim Paige sneaks up behind him with a pipe, and smacks him right between the shoulder blades. Sven grunts in pain and falls to the ground, landing right on top of the broken TV parts.
Jarlsson turns to face Paige, and the two tie up, meaning they failed to notice Bally Hoo running up at them, swinging a steel chair. He clonks the two with the chair, who join Sven on the ground. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Brian White is still shielding himself from Rhys swinging the baseball bat around like a madman. White backs away, heading over towards to the commentators’ table, Rhys following, swinging and battering at the stop sign with his bat.
Phoenix: Why do they always come over towards us in these kind of matches?
Jeffrey: I dunno, but I’m not paid anywhere near enough to be sitting in a warzone. This place is a health and safety hazard.
Bally Hoo swings the chair away, which lands in the ring, and heads over to the Bruiser and the Freight Train. He gets behind Brian White, wraps his arms around his waist, and hoists him up into the air with a German suplex. White crashes down hard on the ground below. Rhys throws the baseball bat away, and is handed a dinner plate set from a crowd member. Bally Hoo gets up, only to be met with a plate across the head courtesy of the Bruiser. Bally Hoo crumples back down to the ground, porcelain everywhere.
Sven, back on his feet, heads over towards Rhys to take him down. Rhys sees him, and throws some plates at him like Frisbees. Sven ducks and dodges the plates, and they smash into the crowd barrier, the ring post and the ground. Bits of smashed porcelain fly everywhere.
Jeffrey: Jeez, it’s like a domestic fight over here.
Roberts: Got much experience of those Ray?
Sven launches himself into the air and takes Rhys out with a spear. Just as the two crash to the ground, Brian White, up from the German suplex, jumps on top of them, hitting a nasty splash and flattening them. Freight Train gets up, and a hurt Sven rolls away. White goes over to the crowd, and one particular fan jumps up and down, pointing at himself. White laughs, and grabs the fan, who cheers excitedly.
Phoenix: What’s Brian White doing?
White picks the fan up into the air, and drops him on top of Rhys.
Roberts: What the? Brian White just used that man from the crowd as a weapon.
Jeffrey: Haha, well I guess the audience can bring themselves to be used as weapons.
The crowd member looks ecstatic as he gets to his feet. White notices Sven getting up, so he Irish whips the man into the Norseman, and the two lands on the ground.
On the other side of the ring, Paige is on her feet, and smashes some of the glass screen from the TV set across Jarlsson’s head, then gives him a hard kick to the side for good measure. Jarlsson grunts, and Paige picks up a piece of broken TV. She goes to jab Jarlsson with it, but he rolls out of the way. With blood trickling down his face from the glass attack, he grabs a hold of the crowd barrier and pulls himself up. On his feet with his back against the barrier, Paige rushes at him and clotheslines him right over the top and into the crowd.
Jeffrey: Well this didn’t take long to get into the audience.
Paige senses an opportunity. She climbs up onto the ring apron, and turns to look at the crowd. Jarlsson groggily gets to his feet, just in time to see Pilgrim Paige fly through the air.
Roberts: Like a bat gliding through the night air!
Paige flies right over the crowd barrier and collides into Jarlsson with an elbow, and the two are down. The crowd go wild. Over at the commentators’ table, the excited fan climbs back into the audience and various members of the crowd pat him on the back. Freight Train laughs again, shaking his head. Bally Hoo gets to his feet, and strikes at Brian White with some forearms. White turns around to face his attacker, and the two swing lefts and rights at each other, punching and striking with forearm shots.
Roberts: Oh man, this is getting vicious!
Bally Hoo hits White with a clothesline, and White falls backwards onto the commentators’ table. Jeffrey, Roberts and Phoenix scramble away, trying to escape from any potential nastiness. Bally Hoo, leaving White, walks over to the crowd, and is passed a water gun.
Roberts: What’s Bally Hoo going to do with that toy?
Jeffrey: Toy? Toy? Jeez Roberts, that’s not any old toy.
White sits up, only to be met with a shot to the head with the water gun. Just as he does so, Rhys appears and strikes Bally Hoo across the back of the head with a handful of broken plate pieces. White grabs a hold of the stunned Bally Hoo, and, still laying down on the table, hoists him into the air and throws him down into the commentators’ seats. Rhys drops the bits of broken plate and goes to find another weapon from the crowd.
White sits up and notices Rhys carrying a box. Rhys opens the lid and finds a bunch of milk cartons. White slides off the table as Rhys drops the box, and pulls out one of the cartons. As White reaches Rhys, the Bruiser stuffs the carton into White’s face. And immediately regrets it. The two men baulk and look as if they are going to heave.
Jeffrey: The hell’s that smell?
White backs away from Rhys, and the contents of the milk carton is all over him. But rather than decent milk, he’s covered in thick white gloop.
Robert: Oh God, that’s gone off milk.
Jeffrey: What the hell? Who brings spoilt milk to a wrestling show?
Brian White looks ill as the milk gloop drips down his face. Rhys picks up another carton. He looks at it, shrugs and charges at White. He smashes the carton on the back of White’s head, and spoilt milk goes everywhere, creating a nasty vile smell.
Jeffrey: Oh God, it’s on me!
White falls onto the commentators’ table, almost in tears from the smell of the spoilt milk all over him.
Roberts: Dammit Rhys, it reeks over here.
Rhys picks up the box of gone off milk cartons, and brings it over to the commentators’ table.
Jeffrey: No! Don’t bring more over here you idiot!
Sven comes to the rescue, attacking Rhys and causing him to drop the box to the floor. Bally Hoo comes to, and spots the box on the floor. He grabs one of the cartons, grabs his water gun, and pours the spoilt milk into the water bottle. His gun filled with spoilt milk, Bally Hoo steps onto the commentators’ table. Brian White, still leaning against the table, looks up. And Bally Hoo lets loose. He sprays White with the spoilt milk. The Freight Train falls backwards, and tries to scramble away. Rhys and Sven notice White crawling away, and slowly turn around.
Bally Hoo: Hasta la vista!
Sven and Rhys get drenched with the spoilt milk. Bally Hoo laughs like a maniac and as he shoots and sprays them with the gloop. White makes his escape, getting to his feet and running over to the ramp side of the ring. Sven follows suit, leaving Rhys to deal with Bally Hoo.
White sees Sven following him, so he shouts at the crowd to pass him something. One small boy gives him a cloth bag. White looks inside and smiles. He opens the bag, and pours a handful of marbles over the floor. Sven sees the multi-colours balls all over the floor, but it’s too late. He runs right onto them, and immediately slides and crashes down below.
Jeffrey: C’mon, this is like a Tom and Jerry cartoon.
Sven hits his head hard on the way down, knocking him cold. White breathes a sigh of relief, then glares at a random guy in the crowd.
White: Gimme your fucking shirt!
The man doesn’t know what to do. White grabs the guy.
White: Your fucking shirt!
White rips the shirt off the guy, then uses it to wipe off the gone off milk from his face and body. Rather than giving the ripped, gone off milk soaked shirt back, White throws it onto Sven.
Meanwhile, in the audience, Gunnar Jarlsson and Pilgrim Paige are brawling. They throw everything at each other: fists and forearms, and snatch drinks and food from the crowd to use as weapons. After climbing and fighting over the stairs, the two reach a flat area with entrance ways for the crowd. Jarlsson and Paige are covered in coke, beer, Mountain Dew and other assorted sodas, with ketchup, mustard and fried onions from hot dogs. Jarlsson grabs Paige and knees her in the stomach. Paige, breathless, keels over. She drops down to one knee, as Jarlsson watches on, smirking. He pulls Paige up to her feet, and sets her up for a DDT.
Phoenix: No, c’mon! That’s solid concrete he’s about to DDT her onto.
Jarlsson gets another idea. He adjusts, and sets Paige up for a piledriver. Before he can hit the move, Paige gets up, and hits a back-body drop. Jarlsson is tossed into the air, crashing down hard onto the concrete floor. He wails out in pain as he lands.
Grimacing and frowning in pain, he crawls away. Paige looks around for a weapon. The crowd throw various things at her, but she’s not impressed. She eventually spots a cart selling hot dogs, burgers and drinks. She goes over to the cart, and pushes the vendor to the ground.
Jeffrey: A fan didn’t bring that weapon!
Roberts: Unless the vendor’s a fan.
Paige then grabs a hold of Jarlsson and throws him into the food cart, knocking it over. Jarlsson lands in a heap with hotdog and burger buns all over him. Paige approaches Jarlsson and the fallen cart and goes to grab her opponent. Jarlsson, however, has a surprise in store. Grabbing a red bottle, Jarlsson squirts tomato ketchup all over Paige’s face.
Phoenix: Well it’s not quite being busted wide open, but Paige’s wearing the crimson mask nonetheless!
Paige backs away, temporarily blinded by the ketchup and tries to wipe the sauce from her face. Jarlsson gets to his feet and picks up a hot metal burger flipper. He strikes Paige across the back with the flipper, the hot metal searing her flesh and leaving a burn.
Roberts: Good God!
Paige screams in pain as Jarlsson hits her in the back with the flipper again and again.
Roberts: Jarlsson’s like a man possessed, scalding Paige with that burger flipper!
Jarlsson throws the flipper away and grabs Paige from behind. Somehow, with a small bit of last energy, Paige raises her foot and kicks Jarlsson in his delicate area. Pain shoots through Jarlsson, and he falls against part of the raised seating area. Paige backs off to catch her breath back and wipe the last bit of ketchup from her eyes. Some fans pat Jarlsson on the arms and shoulders. The Norseman lashes out at them, even striking one small boy in the face.
Roberts: C’mon now, that’s uncalled for!
Jeffrey: The lil’ urchin shouldn’t have been annoying Jarlsson. The shit got what he deserves.
Phoenix: How can you say that Ray? How can you justify a grown man hitting a child? Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know.
The crowd heavily boos Jarlsson as the boy cries, some even start throwing half-eaten burgers and cups of coke at him. Jarlsson ignores them, and instead goes over to where Paige is catching her breath. He grabs her, and Irish whips her into the concrete wall near the entrance to the backstage area. Paige hits the wall with a sickening SMACK! Jarlsson grins, and turns away towards the ring area.
Back at the commentator’s table, Bally Hoo runs out of milk, and the Bruiser strikes. Rhys runs at the newcomer, and takes him out with a spinebuster right onto the floor. Rhys lays some stiff rights into Bally Hoo for good measure. With Bally Hoo incapacitated, Rhys notices Brian White out and about. White slides into the ring, and the Bruiser follows.
Rhys and White tie up, and after some shoving, neither man gain the advantage over the other. But White manages to push Rhys. Slowly, Rhys is pushed into the corner. With Rhys in the corner, White breaks the tie up, and hits a massive chop across Rhys’s chest.
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And again
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And again
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Roberts: Ouch! Those chops are echoing throughout the arena!
The impact of White’s chops causes Rhys’s chest to turn bright red.
Roberts: He looks like a 2 pound raw steak!
The Freight Train stops the chops, grabs a hold of the back of Rhys’s head, and pulls him out from the corner. He jumps into the air to hit a bulldog on Rhys, but the Bruiser manages to push White away, and he falls to the mat. White gets up, and hits Rhys with a suplex.
With Rhys down, White decides now’s the time to end the match quickly. He grabs a hold of Rhys and hoists him up onto his shoulders, carrying him over to the corner. He sits Rhys on the top rope, but Rhys regains his senses. He kicks at his foe, and Brian White backs off slightly. Rhys stands up on the top rope, and jumps, landing on White’s shoulders. Rhys tries to hit a hurricane-rana, but White manages to counter Rhys and plant him on the mat with a savage sit-down powerbomb. With Rhys’ shoulders down, the ref dives down to the mat to start the pin.
1!
2!
Kick out!
Brian White can’t believe it. But out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sven outside the ring at the crowd. Fearing that Sven is grabbing a weapon to gain an advantage, White gets to his feet, and runs at the ropes. White dives through the ropes at Sven, hurtling through the air like a large torpedo.
But Sven is ready. Just as White dives at him, Sven pulls out a huge sheet of glass from the crowd.
Roberts: Oh no, this isn’t going to end well.
Sven holds the glass out to his side, and White crashes through.
SMASH!
White lands in a heap on the ground, with shattered glass everywhere. He rolls over onto his back, showing dozens of cuts on his face from the glass, blood trickling down everywhere. Still stinking of spoilt gone off milk and feeling worn out, Sven quickly hobbles into the ring and heads towards the fallen Rhys. Bally Hoo seems to be getting the same idea, as he rolls into the ring too. The two men stare each other down, but Sven has some reinforcements. Gunnar Jarlsson slides into the ring with an armful of various weapons and goodies. He drops down into the ring, and stands side-by-side with Sven. Bally Hoo stands alone in the middle of the ring, facing the Norsemen.
Phoenix: Uh oh, this could get ugly.
Bally Hoo looks around and notices there aren’t any weapons around. The Norsemen rush at Bally Hoo, knocking him down with a double clothesline. With Bally Hoo down on the mat, the pair stomp away, kicking him hard. Sven grabs Bally Hoo and pulls him up. Before Bally Hoo could fight free, Sven Irish whips him into one of the ring corners. Bally Hoo crashes into the turnbuckles, and Jarlsson runs right into him, hitting a devastating corner splash.
Jarlsson backs off, and Bally Hoo falls into the Striking Viking. Jarlsson hits a DDT as Sven climbs up to the top rope. Jarlsson, after hitting the move, rolls away and Sven flies into the air, landing an elbow on Bally Hoo. Jarlsson rolls over to his pile of weapons. He has a rummage around and grins once he’s found something. He stands up, and we catch a glimpse of a black shape. He holds up the black shape, which turns out to be a mask.
Roberts: Is that what I think it is?
Jeffrey: Ha, a gimp mask!
Sven laughs as he sees Jarlsson holding up the studded black leather gimp mask. Grinning like a naughty 12 year old boy, Jarlsson points at Bally Hoo. Sven lays a kick into Bally Hoo, then holds him. Jarlsson kneels down beside him, then slaps him awake. Bally Hoo comes to, and sees the gimp mask. He squirms and struggles to get out of Sven’s hold, but to no avail. Jarlsson laughs and puts the mask on a struggling Bally Hoo.
Roberts: What the hell is going on?
Jeffrey: I don’t know if this is meant to be funny or not, but I can’t stop laughing!
Bally Hoo still struggles, trying to stop Jarlsson from putting the gimp mask on him. Jarlsson smacks him hard, which stuns him enough to put the mask on. He adjusts the mask to make sure it’s on properly, and secures the plastic orange ball in his mouth.
Phoenix: This has got to be the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to this man.
Roberts: I’m pretty concerned about the kind of guy that brings a gimp mask to a wrestling show.
Bally Hoo grunts with the gagging ball in his mouth. Jarlsson tells Sven to keep a hold of him as he grabs a pair of handcuffs from the pile of things he dropped. He joins Sven and the two slap the handcuffs on Bally Hoo.
Roberts: This is really uncomfortable to watch.
Bally Hoo tries to kick at them, but it’s no good. The Norsemen show him how it’s down by booting and kicking him themselves. Jarlsson goes back over to his pile, and pulls up what appears to be a massive rubber dildo.
Phoenix: Ah c’mon on! This is going beyond!
Roberts: What’s he going to do with that?
Jeffrey: Isn’t it obvious? Haha, squeal piggy!
Roberts: You’re sick.
Jeffrey: Hey, I’m not the one who’s putting gimp masks on people and threatening them with dildos.
Roberts: No, but you’re egging them on and enjoying it Ray. That’s just as bad.
Before the Norsemen could do whatever they intend to do to Bally Hoo, a figure slides into the ring, and tackles Jarlsson to the mat.
Roberts: It’s Tom Foolery, Bally Hoo’s tag team partner!
Tom Foolery gets up and brawls with Sven. Jarlsson, too, gets to his feet, and is met with a flying head-butt from Bally Hoo, the studded mask inflicting pain on the Striking Viking. Jarlsson falls to the mat on his back, and the handcuffed, gimp-mask wearing Bally Hoo walks up to him on his knees. He bashes Jarlsson on the forehead with the orange gagging-ball, causing his wound from earlier to open up again.
Roberts: And Bally Hoo busts Jarlsson wide open with that gimp mask!
Phoenix: Careful James, those really aren’t the kind of words and phrases that belong in a sentence together.
With the Norsemen down, Tom Foolery helps Bally Hoo to his feet, and rips off the gimp mask. He finds the key to the cuffs in the pile of goodies Jarlsson brought in, and uncuffs his partner. Debauchery high-five each other in celebration, and they don’t notice the Bruiser getting to his feet.
Phoenix: Uh oh, now’s not the time for a party guys!
Debauchery, hearing the cheer of excitement from the crowd, turn around to see what the commotion is. Just as they turn around, Rhys crashes into them with a devastating double clothesline. Debauchery were stood near the ropes, and the force of Rhys’ clothesline causes all three men to fall over the top rope to the outside area.
Roberts: That’s not where you want to land!
The three men crash to where Brian White is down amongst the pieces of broken glass. Grunts of pain can be heard as they land in the glass. The Norsemen come to, and see their competitors hurt outside. They smile; it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. They get up, but Jarlsson stops Sven. He says something, which seems to annoy Sven.
Phoenix: What do you suppose they’re arguing about?
Jarlsson points at the middle of the ring, and goes to duck under the top rope. Sven grabs his arm, stopping him.
Roberts: They can’t agree on who gets the pin!
Jeffrey: Who cares? I’m sure whichever one will choose a stipulation next time that’ll favour both of them.
The two start arguing, and they fail to notice Pilgrim Paige slide into the ring, carrying an armful of goodies from the crowd. She dumps them all on the mat, but keeps a bone.
Roberts: What kind of bone is that?
Jeffrey: I don’t wanna know.
She darts at the Norsemen, and clonks Sven over the head with the bone. Sven falls hard, then Paige rams the bone into Jarlsson’s mid-section.
Phoenix: I’m being told by 4CW medical staff backstage that that bone looks human, possibly a femur bone.
Jeffrey: The fuck?
The blow knocks the breath out of the Striking Viking, and he falls to his knees. Jarlsson looks up, to see Paige hit him right in the face with a standing enzugiri. Paige’s boot connects sharply with Jarlsson’s head, knocking him out cold and causing him to fall flat on his back.
A groggy Sven gets back to his feet. He wobbles about, but manages to stand up. Just as he comes to, Paige kicks him in the stomach. The breath is booted out of Sven, and he bends over, gasping for air. Paige grabs his head, and lifts her left leg over his head, similar to a fame-ass-er. Paige jumps back and pushes down with her leg, drilling Sven’s face into the canvas.
Roberts: Astral Connection! It’s all over for Sven!
Paige turns Sven over, and covers.
1!
2!
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Carson: And the winner of this round of Soul Survivor … PILGRIM PAIGE!
The ref raises Paige’s arm, and she can’t quite believe it.
Phoenix: Paige wins!
Roberts: And there we have it folks, Sven has been eliminated and Paige gets to choose the stipulation for the next round!
Rhys, Brian White and Debauchery look up into the ring to see Paige celebrating her win. Gunnar Jarlsson comes to and sees what’s going on. Resigned, he rolls out of the ring.
Phoenix: And that’s all we have time for tonight! I’m Scott Phoenix, with James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey saying goodnight!
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Whew, what an irritating few weeks. Some laptop and 'net problems combined with a bad few weeks in work. Thankfully that's all in the past now, so we can finally get back to our 4CW schedule!
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Good to hear. I'll leave a review soon. 🙂
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
I too will review at a later time. Also, I won 1st round? Wow. I read the others' RPs and I'm genuinely shocked. Maybe my weapon choices played in? I did get bizarre with it. Hope I can follow up on where I was headed - been going through a lot, and my RP story plan is gonna be hard to write in more than one way. Shall see.
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Spoilt milk? Really?! :-p
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Tom Foolery vs. Sery - Short opener that seemed to be high paced from the get-go. Not many high impact moves other than that Suicide Dive and I like it like that sometimes. Foolery gets the clean win with the finisher, that's pretty definitive. And surprising. Sery must not have RP'ed. What is it with my characters?? Y'all just don't like facing me........or are ya scared?? That's it. I'm gonna go with that.
Backstage segment - I did it. Kinda surprising Tom and Hoo got backstage so quickly...but, I understand there was a shortage of segments and I kinda backed Compy into a corner with how I worded the segment I believe...so, sorry about that bud!
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Nice touch with the dinner plate...I don't think I've ever seen that before. Pretty cool to see the TV set missed and how Pilgrim Paige has a lot of umph behind that pipe shot, enough to bring a viking to his knees haha!! Holy shit, there is no way a fan could be used as the weapon in any other promotion...ONLY IN 4CW BAY-BAY!! WOOT! Brian White seems kinda cavalier about this whole match and with his approach in general...always smiling and grinning! Speaking of things that make ME smile...spoiled milk?? Wow, that's innovative for sure.
Oh wow, The Norsemen actually strike a child. This is getting out of hand. I would be ordering this shit on PPV no doubt if this is happening to children...I wonder what would happen to me!! Of course Ray Jeffery knows when he sees a gimp mask, well played there! Bally Hoo owes Tom Foolery his life and his dignity after saving him from that kind of embarrassment...good Lord, you went off your rocker with this one Compy!!
I personally enjoy when the commentators say that it's all over and it actually is. Michael Cole does the false 'it's all over' all the time and it pisses me off to no end.
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Overall, a fun show. I must've missed the other segment as there is no color in the text whatsoever. I really just copy Sery and [chux] in the GM Game on their colors because they seem to know what they're doing. It might be easy if you do that too, Compy. All I did was quote them and steal the codes and use the old [color] and [/color] dealio. You can tell I'm not a computer nerd, by now...right?? hahaha
Yeah, what Fish said. Was fun to read, but personally, I don't think you quite got Brian White right here.... He wouldn't have been grinning and laughing in a happy and fun manner, if anything, it would've been an 'It's your funeral' style maliciousness that would've probably got the fan injured in some way... (I am going for the heel thing here after all.... ;-) )
I love the fact that he and Rhys seem it have it in for each other, I see a feud potentially beginning here :-D
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Review:
-Foolery vs Sery: I wrote it. I saw it as a quick 5-7 minute opener so that's how I hope it came across.
-Bally Hoo/Tom Foolery madness: Fish, you are one funny guy. I liked this seg because it showed us a lot of their personalities and was funny to boot. Win-win. Bally Hoo is a great straight man to Foolery's funny man.
-Soul Survivor 1st Round: This match was complete and utter chaos, a clusterfuck from beginning to end - and that's why I loved it. I could see it as if I were watching it on TV, with greatly timed comedic moments as well as some great hardcore stuff. Really unique choice of weapons, my favourites being the porcelain and of course, the fan himself! 😄 Overall, the match gave everyone featured fair time to shine and Paige got a win that will give her some credibility, character-wise. I also enjoyed the mini feud between Cain and White since it seems to have evolved naturally.
Overall, a good show. Better late than never. Can't wait to get the next one under way.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
If you knock me out Rhys, I'm coming for ya! :-P
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Yeah good call with the colours Fish, I'll have to get the codes so I can start adding it. Doesn't quite look like a 4CW show without the colour!
Thanks for the comments everyone 🙂. I love writing those demolition derby hardcore matches, it's really fun. This one I enjoyed writing a lot, and I liked trying to come up with some spots for the bizarre and wonderful weapon ideas you all came up with. Rhys' gone-off milk idea was just too whacky not to use! I've got some "deleted scenes" that might find their way into a future match.
Paige, as the winner, you get to choose the stipulation for the next match! Let me know what it'll be, and if you'd rather it be announced in the preview for the next show or announce it in a seg.
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SICK! The winner gets to choose the next stipulation that's awesome
I enjoyed the writing on this show quite a lot. Good opener, segments and a well-handled specialty match. A bizarre specialty match!
Edit: I will note that the descriprion for Astral Connection is a bit off, the leg goes moreso over arm than head/neck, and pulls back into a sharp angle DDT.
I'll name my stipulation in a PM. When is it due/when is next show, being as we fell behind?
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~☆~☆~4CW Grand Slam Champ~☆~☆~
Phoenix: Live from Toronto, Canada, welcome to 4CW Stormfront! I’m Scott Phoenix, and with me are James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey, and guys, what have we got in store tonight?
Roberts: It’s Round 1 of Sole Survivor! We finally take the next step towards crowning the new champ right here tonight!
Jeffrey: And that’s not all! Last week we were told that this match is going to be a Fans Bring the Weapons match. We can expect all kinds of hardcore madness!
Phoenix: It’s going to be a crazy one that’s for sure. But before that, let’s go to Michael Carson in the ring for our first match.
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
The lights dim and two spotlights appear on stage with a rusty brown looking tint taking over the rest of the arena. Those spotlights come up one by one as the first couple rifts of “With A Little Help From My Friends” by Joe Cocker start up, revealing them to be occupied by none other than Tom Foolery and Bally Hoo...Debauchery! Foolery starts off by absurdly lip syncing alone as if he were speaking to the crowd…
“What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song...
And I'll try not to sing out of key…”
The rest of the tune plays as both members of Debauchery happily stroll down the 4CW rampway, lip syncing the entire song as some of the crowd members join in the fun and show their admiration for the mischievous tag team.
Carson: Introducing first, he is one half of Debauchery, from New Jack City, weighing in at 202lbs, TOM..... FOOOOOLERY!!
"Red Flag" by Billy Talent plays through the PA system as Foolery gets into the ring and Hoo hangs out on the outside. Sery comes out all guns blazing, getting the crowd pumped up as he quickly makes his way to the ring.
Carson: And his opponent, from Antigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 185lbs, he is 4CW Hall of Famer, SERY!!
Sery gets into the ring and jumps on the turnbuckle to hype the crowd a little more before the ref gets both men in position for the start of the bout.
Roberts: Last week, Sery missed out on his chance to be a part of this year's Soul Survivor, when he and Senecca lost to Rhys Cain and Paige.
Jeffrey: And it's safe to say Senecca didn't appreciate Sery being a terrible partner!
Roberts: It was a team effort and if you want to be technical, they were both to blame, not just Sery.
Jeffrey: Well, I think I'll side with the guy twice my size, not half my size, thanks.
Roberts: Sery probably weighs more than you!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts!
SINGLES MATCH
TOM FOOLERY W/ BALLY HOO VS SERY
The two men lock up in the middle of the ring to start and Foolery used his couple of extra pounds to gain the advantage and outpower Sery, locking in a headlock. Sery struggles for a few moments before sending Foolery to the ropes and hitting a clothesline. Foolery gets right back up and takes another clothesline and on the third time of him jumping back up, eats a dropkick while Sery immediately makes a quick cover.
1...NO!
Both men get back up fairly quickly and lock horns again, this time Sery takes advantage and whips Foolery into the corner. He hits another dropkick in the corner. Foolery stumbles out and eats a snap suplex as Sery goes into another quick cover.
1...2... NO!
Roberts: Sery was hoping to get this match over and done with before it really started.
Jeffrey: Foolery isn't messing around! Sery's gonna have to do more than that if he wants to win - even if it is against another midget.
Sery tries to set up Foolery for another snap suplex, but Foolery reverses into one of his own. Sery is quick to his feet - but Foolery takes him back out with a Northern Clothesline and hooks the leg himself.
1...2... Sery kicks out!
Roberts: I wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of that clothesline straight to the back of the head!
Foolery picks up Sery and sends him to the ropes; but Sery reverses and sends Foolery instead. Foolery comes back from the whip and launches himself in the air with a flying forearm! Sery gets straight back up but Foolery takes him down with an arm drag and then locks in a bow and arrow lock!
He pulls on Sery's arms, driving his knee into the cruiserweight's back. Sery stamps his foot and the crowd clap along as he slowly builds momentum, ever so slowly fighting his way out of the hold and reversing, pushing Foolery away. Foolery turns and runs for Sery - but Sery holds the top rope down and Foolery flies over!
As Foolery stumbles to his feet on the outside, Sery signals, and runs to the opposing ropes! He comes running back, launches himself over the top rope with a suicide dive! Bally Hoo, who was going to check on Foolery, suddenly rears back and moves out of the way as Sery crashes into Tom!
Jeffrey: Midgets flying everywhere!
Roberts: Give it a rest, Jeffrey, I'd love to see you try and do that!
Outside the ring, Sery picks up Foolery and rolls him back into the ring, before rolling in himself and hooking Foolery's leg.
1...2...NO! Kickout!
Sery runs to the ropes to springboard. He springs backwards into a moonsault - but Foolery rolls out of the way and Sery eats canvas! Foolery runs for the cover this time.
1...NO! Sery kicks out!
Sery, still holding his abdomen in pain, struggles to get to his feet - but Foolery is in position. He grabs Sery, jumps and launches from the middle turnbuckle into a Tornado DDT! He stretches over Sery and makes the cover.
1...2...TH--NO! Sery kicks out at the very last moment!
Foolery gets back up his knees, brushes his hair in frustration, then slogs back to work. He picks Sery up again and sends him to the ropes - he bends over ready to throw Sery up and over his back - but Sery kicks him straight in the face! Foolery snaps back up - and eats a Superkick! Sery looks like he's going to make the cover - but changes his mind and climbs the turnbuckle instead!
Roberts: Things are getting seryous! I think we know what's coming next!!
Sery reaches the top of the turnbuckle and the crowd cheer in anticipation. Sery does his specialty taunt and prepares to jump - when suddenly, Foolery jumps up and throws himself into the rope! Sery loses his balance and crashes hard on the mat! Foolery decides to climb the top rope himself!
Roberts: Now Foolery is going up top! What could he be planning?!
Foolery wows the crowd as he steadily does a handstand on the turnbuckle - then flips out like crazy into The Audible - slamming down on to Sery below!! Foolery takes a second to withstand the pain on the impact and then hooks the leg!
1...2...3!!
Carson: Here is your winner, TOM FOOOOLERY!!
Roberts: An incredible move puts Foolery in the books with a win over Hall of Famer Sery! That'll only do him good!
Backstage, Marie Dubois can be seen with a camera crew and microphone dragging a long distance wire with the microphone. She has a worried look on her face as if she isn’t doing her job while quickly trying to shuffle down the hallway in her high heels. Finally, she catches up to a 4CW wrestler from behind and gets his attention, obviously finding who she’s been looking for.
Marie Dubois: Bally Hoo! Bally Hoo! Marie Dubois, longtime 4CW backstage interviewer and the longest reigning but still current 4CW Women’s Champion. Can I speak with you for a moment?
Bally Hoo turns around while slowing his stroll and looks perplexed at the young French Canadian girl and all the lights being shined in his face at once from the cameras.
Bally Hoo: Darlin’, I don’t know why you’re stopping me or who told you to track me down...but, I’m not in a mood to talk. I’ve got a match to prepare for.
Marie: But, I was told that Debauchery wants to something to be known public and they are putting everyone on notice as of tonight.
Bally Hoo begins to understand what’s going on and his eyes start to glaze over as he can hear his bumbling tag team partner tripping over a pile of steel poles and knocking them all over the backstage area, apologizing to the crew that hops right on cleaning it up. Tom Foolery can be seen in the background of the shot as Bally Hoo goes into full-on facepalm mode and is shaking his head…
Tom Foolery: Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Iiiiiiiiiitttts…..Bally….HOO!! Hey man, what’s going on?
Tom is paying no mind to the unbelievably bright lights from the camera and Marie Dubois in her dress and high heels just standing there blankly. After about ten seconds of Bally ignoring him and motioning with his eyes that they are on camera right now...Tom finally sees everybody! He starts shaking hands with the key grip and camera man along with hugging Marie Dubois.
Tom: Justin! Thomas! Marie! Good to see you three. Hoo, it’s okay. I called in and said I wanted to talk to them.
Marie puts the microphone up to Tom’s face. Instantly, Foolery gets stage fright and clams up.
Tom: … … …
Everyone is staring at Tom Foolery at this point, which sets him off.
Tom: STOP STARING AT ME! GAH, I CAN’T WORK UNDER THIS KINDA PRESSURE.
Foolery then storms off, leaving Hoo, Marie, and the two 4CW interns just flabbergasted. Bally Hoo turns his head to Marie and begins talking anyway.
Bally Hoo: Well, I wasn’t so much in the mood to talk before because I wasn’t prepared. Now that I should be speechless after what I just saw, it’s had the opposite effect on me. Marie, I’m ready for Sole Survivor more than anyone has ever been ready for any kind of match in professional wrestling history. I am without a doubt going to be the last one standing in that there ring, with the bragging rights that so many illustrious 4CW wrestlers have been able to herald in the past like XYZ, Firecracker, and of course the great Drake Blackstone who is the only wrestler to have won the tournament twice! You know what Marie? I’m going to go ahead and proclaim it right here, right now. Not only will I win this year’s Sole Survivor Tournament and go on to be one of the most recognizable names in the history of this company, but I promise to go back-to-back and win next year’s tournament as well! That will not only solidify me as a top talent for years to come in 4CW, but it will get me noticed all over the world for not only my wrestling talents but for the myriad of other abilities I possess. Just like you Marie, you’ve been 4CW Women’s Champion for upwards of two years now...you have solidified yourself as one of the most famous names to walk in or walk out of 4CW ever. That’s saying a lot considering the amount of just pure raw potential has poked it’s head into the ever growing 4CW locker room. I want to be where you are. You are my goal. And once I get to your level, I want to surpass that. Nothing is ever good enough, I will never stop until I am that legend that everyone walks by in the locker room thinking, “boy, how do I get to be like him??”
Marie Dubois looks flattered and very satisfied at the same time with Bally Hoo’s comments and slowly brings the microphone down and back to her level.
Marie: There you have it folks. Bally Hoo looking forward to his first Sole Survivor tournament and his future legendary status right here in 4CW. Back to you guys, Scott.
Phoenix: Thanks Marie! It's time to take a quick commercial break. Don't go anywhere, because we have Soul Survivor next!
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