4CW Storm Front - June 25, 2017

4CW Presents... Storm Front (PPG Paints Arena - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
June 25, 2017
Attendance: 14,642
In Memory of Chris 'Belly' Marks

We start with a cold open, a black screen, with the words "In Memory of Belly" and a picture of the 4CW Hall of Famer.

The scene changes into the interior of Lord Skywolf’s office with a box on the screen saying "Earlier Today". Skywolf is in his wrestling attire, with the addition of an HR-mandated tie around his neck, staring at a dishevelled desk. As the cameraman approaches the General Manager, we can see that his desk is covered with literally anything and everything imaginable--except for any 4CW-related business. Grumbling to himself, he thumbs through a stack of 30-year-old Playboy magazines before finally finding what he’s looking for.

Skywolf: Ah, here it is! Just your standard 4CW contract. Blah, blah, blah. I mean, it’s literally yours. I just went to the archives, found your original one, put some White-Out over the signature and date. Now, I can’t seem to find a pen, do you have-
???: I’ve got my marker!

The camera pans around to see none other than “The It Factor” Phil Duncan, trademark Sharpie in hand! The crowd can be heard popping throughout the arena.

Skywolf: Yeah, whatever. Listen, before you sign this…you’re positive that you can convince Mike Nichols to come back?

The crowd pops again, this time noticeably louder.

Duncan: Of course! I’m his number one fan, why wouldn’t he?
Skywolf: Because…fuck it, it’s not my money. Now just-

Skywolf stops mid-sentence with a smile. The camera zooms out and reveals his opponent for the night, Eddie Wolfbaine, entering his office.

Wolfbaine: Now listen up, Skypup, I need to know-

Wolfbaine stops in his tracks and looks down at “The It Factor”.

Wolfbaine: -Oh, hey Phil.
Duncan: Jac- I mean, Eddie.

All three men nervously look at each other, then a voice from off-screen whispers “keep going.”

Wolfbaine: Er- Anyway, I need to know, Skywolf, after how the whole Unnatural Predators thing went down, are we still cool?
Skywolf: We have a tournament match tonight, I wouldn’t expect any spooning.
Wolfbaine: You know what I mean. Are you gonna shoot me in the back?

Skywolf cracks his neck for dramatic effect, then stands up behind his desk, not taking Eddie’s implication favorably.

Skywolf: Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. The Unnatural Predators were a long time ago, so I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you forgot who I am. I’m not one of these fresh-faced idiots. You’ve been around. I’ve been around. You should know that I don’t need to cheat to beat you because I’m good enough to beat you head-on. The wars you’ve fought? Those are my warm-ups on a cheat day.

Skywolf leans over the desk.

Skywolf: Am I going to shoot you in the back? Hell no! Goddamnit, I’m Lord Skywolf, and Eddie Wolfbaine, I promise you tonight I’m going to be coming straight down your throat!

The tension is palpable and the two combatants stare face to face with each other before anyone catches what Skywolf said.

Duncan: What?
Wolfbaine: What?
Skywolf: What?
Wolfbaine: Did you just-?
Skywolf: No! I mean, no. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Wolfbaine: Oh, no, no, not at all. It’s just not my thing.
Skywolf: Mine neither. But I mean, if it was...like, you know...it’s okay. Like, you can do whatever you want.
Wolfbaine: Oh, I know, I mean-

Phil Duncan pushes his chair away from his desk and stands up.

Duncan: Okay, this place clearly isn’t what it used to be. Sorry, Wolfie--I mean, Skywolf, not you Eddie, but I’m out.
Skywolf: C’mon, man! What about Nichols?
Duncan: Seriously? He has a restraining order against me in fifteen countries! I’ve never even been to Moldova!

Duncan closes the office door behind him to cries of “What about Microconcussion? John Krone?” from the General Manager. Back in the office, Eddie Wolfbaine and Lord Skywolf stand face to face, neither wanting to show a sign of weakness or acknowledge the awkwardness. The silence is cut by a phone buzzing on the desk.

Skywolf: I should probably get that.
Wolfbaine: Yeah, it’s probably HR.

Skywolf picks up the phone and sits back down in his executive chair, spinning away from Eddie.

Skywolf: Hey, Peggy…yeah, I know. I heard it as soon as I said it… I--you would? Damn, girl!

Wolfbaine stands there awkwardly for a moment, until the conversation starts to get a little more “blue” and shows himself out. He makes sure to loudly shut the door on his way out, causing Skywolf to peer over his shoulder to make sure he’s gone.

Skywolf: That? Oh, Eddie likes to watch. I sent him aw--you’re into that, too? Shit, fine, give me a second.

Holding his hand over the receiver, Skywolf starts calling through the closed door.

Skywolf: Eddiiiiieeee! EDDIE!

Without any luck, he goes back to the phone, as the shot mercifully cuts away.

Then we cut straight to the arena, without the opening video package, with the official 4CW Storm Front theme "Vertigo" by Eclipse playing through the speakers. The camera pans the live crowd, over 14,000 strong, then goes to the commentary team.

Scott Phoenix: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to 4CW Storm Front! We are live from the PPG Paints Arena in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! We have over 14,600 fans here tonight and the Stormchaser Tournament heats up with tonight's two semi final matches!! I am here live with my broadcast partners, Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts!
Ray Jeffrey: Nice to see me get top billing there, as it should be.
James Roberts: Any comments on you know, the actual show tonight Jeffrey?
Jeffrey: Ah, shut up, Roberts. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have two great matches in the form of Brian White vs Phil McGroin and Eddie Wolfbaine vs Lord Skywolf! The winners will clash next month at the July SuperShow, SummerFest, in the final of the Stormchaser!
Roberts And tonight we also have a top draw main event, as "The Bruiser" Rhys Cain teams up with 4CW Custom Cup Champion Sery to take on Pilgrim Paige and the 4CW World Champion, Jon Viper! There is no love lost between these teams! It should be a barnburner!

The crowd stirs at the sound of Simone Simons' voice...

“The song that angels sing
The spell that calls The Gathering
The magic that might bring
Eternal life, The Gathering”

The stage explodes in pyro as Delain’s “The Gathering” hits. Eddie Wolfbaine walks through a curtain of sparks and pauses on the top of the stage. He screams at the crowd with his arms outstretched before making his way down the ramp, focused on the ring.

Carson: The following contest is a SEMI FINAL match of the Stormchaser Tournament scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... standing 5'11” and weighing 232 pounds… EDDIE ... WOLFBAINE!!!

A few fans hold their hands out, looking for a high five, but they are ignored. He then slides headfirst into the ring and pulls on the ropes, stretching his muscles out one last time.

Roberts: Wolfbaine, for all of his odd and inventive ringwork, is definitely a no-nonsense kinda guy. He's as focused and intense as ever, if not even more so.
Phoenix: I hope for his sake that he is. He'll have his hands full tonight, I can guarantee you that!

The lights begin to slowly dim, while the familiar sound of drums overtakes the arena. A hum precedes the lights fully turning off, before Volbeat's "A Warrior's Call" completely starts up, and the words "The Lord of the Ring" flash on the 4CWtron just as "Let's get ready to rumble!" echoes throughout the arena. The fans come to their feet as the single ding from the ring bell prompts a quick explosion of pyro, bringing the lights back on and the man known as Lord Skywolf onto the stage.

Carson: And his opponent, now residing in Hollywood, California... weighing in at 255 pounds... LOOORD ... SKYWOLF!!

Taking a moment to look over the crowd, he nods to himself, then raises a fist in the air, prompting one more round of pyro before beginning his walk to the ring. He cracks his neck a few times while walking down the ramp, then deftly pulls himself up onto the ring apron, looking out to the crowd again, before stepping through the ropes and climbing the nearest corner, standing on the middle turnbuckle with his arms in a crucifix pose.

Phoenix: Skywolf looked great in the main event of last month's Storm Front. The man didn't miss a single beat.
Jeffrey: I still say he's too "Positively Page" DDP for my liking. But even I'm not too stubborn to acknowledge his ringwork. Mind you, he should know a thing or two by this point, I mean, come on—what is this guy now, 80?
Roberts: Actually, Ray, he's a bit younger than y—
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! Point is, Skywolf's been wrestling since the dawn of dirt. Old, old, old, old, oooooo—
Phoenix: Are you quite done now, Ray?
Jeffrey: ... old.
Phoenix: Thanks for that. Now, can we please get back to the—
Jeffrey: Skywolf's so old, his first entrance pyro was the invention of fire!

The Lord of the Ring soaks in the adulation of the fans for an extra moment. A moment too long, perhaps, as Skywolf does not detect Eddie Wolfbaine sneaking up behind him. He grabs hold of Lord Skywolf's calves and pulls him down from the buckle, causing Skywolf to smack head-first into the top turnbuckle. Most of the audience boos loudly.

Roberts: Eddie Wolfbaine just blindsided his opponent before the bell has even been rung! No fair!
Jeffrey:: There are two lone wolves in that ring right now, James. "Fair" doesn't factor into it. Wolfbaine just wanted to show what an alpha he is! Besides, Skywolf was gathering wool. Someone had to get his attention.

Wolfbaine backs away and stalks his prey as Skywolf staggers out of the corner, dazed and holding his nose. He suddenly finds himself hanging upside down with his legs crossed, draped over Eddie Wolfbaine's left shoulder. Wolfbaine cradles Skywolf's neck with his left arm.

Jeffrey: Glorious Burden, right out of the gate?
Roberts: Gate's not even open yet, as it were...

Skywolf gains his wits enough to drive the point of his elbow into the small of Eddie's back, causing the grip on his legs to weaken. Freeing them from their interlaced state, Lord Skywolf tries to shake the cobwebs out. He manages to shift his weight and break loose of Eddie's hands altogether, beginning an upside-down descent toward the mat. At the last possible second into sliding down Wolfbaine's back, Skywolf clasps Eddie's legs and pulls off an instinctive sunset flip. He hangs on for the pin attempt...

Jeffrey: Uhhh... match hasn't started yet, idiot!
Roberts: He's still dazed, Ray. That was great intuition, if you ask me!
Jeffrey: I never do.

The ref calls for the bell as Skywolf confusedly holds on for the pin, but Wolfbaine instantly escapes the hold—not by kicking out, but by booting Skywolf square in the forehead so hard, his head bounces off the mat! Every Lord Skywolf fan in the arena either boos loudly or gets up out of their seat to jeer Eddie Wolfbaine, who gives a wink and a wry smirk in response. Wolfbaine continue the assault with mounted punches to the head, before scooping him up in a three-quarter facelock. Eddie modifies his stance and hooks his right leg around Skywolf's left—then snaps backward with a nasty legsweep/snap DDT. Skywolf, who is face-down and fairly close to the corner where all this madness began, woozily slides to the apron and collapses to the floor. After a quick check, the ref begins a 10-count.

One...

Roberts: Wow! I mean... what aggression we're seeing from Wolfbaine tonight. Seems as though this hall-of-famer isn't the biggest fan of our new GM.
Phoenix: Absolutely heinous assault on the returning Lord Skywolf. I'm thankful to see that his remarkable ring awareness is still fully intact.

Two...

Jeffrey: Yep. Solid idstinkts on display.
Roberts: Uhhh... what, pray tell, are "id-stincts"?
Jeffrey: *ahem* I'm glad you asked, James. "Idstinkts"—I-D-S-T-I-N-K-T-S. Definition: The natural, inborn instincts of idiots, goons, jerks... and now, too DDP-esque general managers, etc. Basically, it's the daily roughage the rabbit that turns the gears in your head sustains itself on!
Phoenix: I don't see that catching on.

Three...

The crowd break into a Skywolf chant, cherring on the fan favorite in hopes of a quick recovery. Wolfbaine walks across the ring to where his opponent had been moments ago. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and mocks the new general manager's signature crucifix pose.

Four...

Lord Skywolf makes it to a knee, then both. Wolfbaine descends from the turnbuckle and watches on. The Five-Star Phenomenon finds his feet and stands, resting his arms on the ring apron for support.

Five...

As Skywolf attempts to shake the cobwebs out, Eddie Wolfbaine turns away and takes off for the far rope. The 6-time tag team champion bounces off and sprints back at a clip, sliding feet-first at Skywolf—who pulls the ring skirt up at the last moment, catching his fellow  in a fabric mousetrap! Wolfbaine is confused and helpless, awkwardly caught between the skirt and the ring apron. The ref restarts the ring-out count.

Roberts: Wolfbaine just became wolf-bait! What a slick tactic Skywolf pulled off just now.
Phoenix:  Well, how resourceful was that? For the younger amongst our many wonderful fans, I'd like to take a moment to say that you are watching two of the most entertaining and unorthodox competitors in 4CW history pitted against each other here tonight.

Skywolf observes his handiwork for a moment before moving in closer. Wolfbaine manages to free an arm and throws a haymaker, which Lord Skywolf blocks. Skywolf immediately follows up with a flurry of forearms, back elbows and chops, concluding with a hard spinning back kick straight to the ribs. As the ref reaches the count of four, Skywolf backs several paces away, to the barricade. He measures the distance... charges forward... and launches himself into a skull-rattling enzuigiri! Eddie Wolfbaine slumps against the apron with his head lolling back, still caught up in the ring skirt.

Phoenix: Eddie Wolfbaine doesn't know which way is up after that frenzied offense! Skywolf just scored a measure of payback for Wolfbaine's blindside before the bell.
Roberts: This has been a stiff contest thus far and I don't imagine either of these two highly-decorated ring veterans have any intention of holding back.

Before the count of seven, Skywolf pushes Wolfbaine up onto the ring apron and rolls him into the ring, where he lays prostrate and unmoving. Skywolf slides in and shoots the half...

One...

Two...

Thr—KICK-OUT!

Roberts: Wow—what a near-fall that was! There's no doubting Wolfbaine's resiliency after that kick-out.

Skywolf seems unfazed by this. He quickly gets Eddie onto his feet by crouching low and placing him in a butterfly lock on the mat, then lifts Wolfbaine's dead weight into semi-vertical state. Maintaining the double-underhook and wasting no time, Skywolf spikes his opponent's head into the canvas with a swinging double-arm DDT. The crowd pops.

Phoenix: The always exhilarating Twisted Intentions! Man, I love that move.

Skywolf rolls Wolfbaine onto his back and covers, hooking the leg...

One...

Two...

Thr—NO! Wolfbaine just barely rolls a shoulder up from the canvas in the nick of time.

The Unnatural Predator's previously-observed composure shifts. He now looks a bit ruffled.

Phoenix: Not for nothing, Skywolf actually seems a bit frustrated with Wolfbaine's unwillingness to stay down.
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts!
Roberts: I didn't even say anything!
Jeffrey: Yeah, but you will sooner or later. Call it a preemptive strike against Future-Roberts's stupid commentary. God, I hate that guy!

The seasoned veteran in Lord Skywolf shakes his head and decides to shrug it off. The risk-taker in him decides to throw caution to the wind: he ascends to the top rope in the nearest corner.

Roberts: The Lord of the Ring may be thinking high-risk here...

Lord Skywolf, facing the fans, steadies himself on his perch using the ringpost. He stands up straight, bends his knees and leans forward, engaging his abdominal muscles. Skywolf then launches himself backward in a beautiful arc that sends him crashing right into his opponent's... knees! Eddie Wolfbaine manages to get them up just in time to counter Skywolf's picture-perfect moonsault! In the wake of this painful backfire, Skywolf awkwardly staggers to a far corner, clutching his chest. Wolfbaine, though, is struggling to shake the cobwebs out. He gingerly gets himself vertical and spots Skywolf gasping for air in the corner. Wolfbaine chuckles to himself for a moment... then, his eyes go steely cold—completely focused.

Jeffrey: Uh-oh, spaghetti-OH-FUCK-i-ohs!

Eddie Wolfbaine takes up a position in the corner opposite Skywolf. The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Wolfbaine strides across the ring with fire in his eyes and a clear target in sight. However, it seems that Lord Skywolf was feigning having the wind knocked out of him. Skywolf ducks and dodges a running dropkick, leaving Wolfbaine to ricochet awkwardly off the top turnbuckle. He lands hard on the mat, spine-first. Skywolf shakes own cobwebs away, at center ring, runs and leaps over his downed opponent, ascending the turnbuckle with great agility and landing a beautiful moonsault. Picking Eddie up by the head, Skywolf delivers shoot kicks to the leg, then midsection and finally, a high kick straight to the head! Wolfbaine somehow remains vertical, but staggers back into the corner. Skywolf charges in and jumps, delivering a running enzuigiri right to the temple. Wolfbaine falls forward in a stupor, Flair-flopping onto the mat.

Phoenix: A flurry of offense from Skywolf, culminating in that wicked enzuigiri! Wolfbaine may be out cold.
Roberts: That's gotta be it. Somebody stick a fork in him, he's done!
Jeffrey: Argh, I hate that idiom! Is cannibalism rampant in the wrestling industry or something? ... I'm looking at you, Roberts! There's something not right about you. Well, basically nothing is right about you. But yeah. Hey Scott—don't get any barbecue sauce on you when James is around!
Phoenix: I'll do my best.

Skywolf scoops up the toppled form of Eddie Wolfbaine and sets him up into a fireman's carry. The 6-foot-5 Lord Skywolf then elevates Eddie Wolfbaine up higher and angles him for a sort of shoulder-toss, a la the Death Valley Driver. At the last second before lift-off, the groggy Wolfbaine instinctively reaches down and rakes at Skywolf's eyes, causing him to lose grip and stagger towards the corner, flailing. Before Eddie can get down, Skywolf falls back, driving Wolfbaine sidelong into the top turnbuckle, and his own back and shoulders into the middle. Skywolf slumps down against the botom buckle, while Wolfbaine remains draped across the top ropes.

Jeffrey: Survival mode activated!
Roberts: Both of these men are running on adrenaline and pure instinct at this point.
Jeffrey: That's the exact same thing I just said. Oh—hello, Future-Roberts! Been expecting you. I told Past-Roberts a short while ago that he'd say something stupid before long. Lo and behold!
Roberts: We're in the present now, Ray. Thus, I can't be Future-Roberts anymore. Just Roberts.
Jeffrey: ... actually makes sense. Way to go. Also—shut up, Roberts!

The new GM is the first to recover, slowly returning to his feet. He turns around and places Eddie Wolfbaine in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He begins to climb the ropes when out of nowhere, Wolfbaine whips his head forward and smacks it into Skywolf's, rattling both their heads. Eddie swings his legs so that his left foot is on the ropes and right foot is on the middle buckle. Wolfbaine grabs Lord Skywolf by the head and presses his right knee against Skywolf's neck, then pushes off from the buckle, delivering a vile knee-drop bulldog from the second rope!

Jeffrey: Hey! It's that knee-driven facebuster off the turnbuckle that Raven used to do!
Phoenix: Nasty maneuver. This may mark the beginning of the end for Skywolf.

Eddie Wolfbaine stumbles a few paces forward and grabs Skywolf's head and hair, pulling him roughly up from the mat. Lifting Skywolf up into a fireman's carry, he turns around to face the near corner. Wolfbaine runs sidelong to the corner and leaves his feet, angling down in a toss over the shoulder that plants Skywolf's neck and shoulders into the middle and lower turnbuckles! The crowd variously pops and groans at the impact.

Roberts: EL VALLE DEL LOBO! Game, set, match!
Phoenix: That sickening thud! Watching that move unfold is unreal!

Wolfbaine drags his wounded prey to center ring and slides into a cover...

One...

Two...

Three!

The bell rings, and Wolfbaine is victorious!

Carson: Here is your winner, EDDIE WOLFBAINE!

Phoenix: Two matches, two Storm Front victories; Eddie Wolfbaine is undefeated since returning to 4CW action.
Roberts: Big win, even if I did't like his methods tonight.
Jeffrey: Whine, whine, whine! A win is a win and Wolfbaine just scored a huge one over Lord Skywolf.
Phoenix: Eddie Wolfbaine advances to the finals at SummerFest, where he will take one either Brian White or Phil McGroin! Don't go anywhere, people, you don't want to miss the rest of what we have in store!

*~*

When we return from commercial, we cut backstage to the interview area where Gabriel Crowe is standing by.

Crowe: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here live with -

Crowe turns to see who he is actually there with and frowns at the two men in front of him. They are both shirtless with basketball shorts on and a couple of tribal tattoos. They both have iPhones in hand and one of them is even wearing shades indoors for maximum douche.

Crowe: Uh - who the hell are you guys? Get Brian White or something.

The man in the shades turns sharply at Crowe.

???: Very funny, Crowe. Now introduce us.
Crowe: I have absolutely no idea who you are.

The one without shades, who has decided for some reason, as a white guy, to sport some cornrows for tonight's show, jumps in.

???: You know who we are Crowe! My name is Zak E. Justice and this is Nik Waverly! We've been on 4CW PPV, man, don't act like you don't know!
Crowe: PPV? What PPV?
Justice: We were at Revival, bro!
Waverly: Against a masked legend - The Kaokame!

Waverly high fives Justice.

Crowe: Those two jobbers? *frowning*
Waverly: Jobbers?! Who the hell you calling jobbers? We're pro wrestlers, bro, you think you can hang?
Crowe: Against you? Yeah, actually, I'm pretty confident I could take you both on now.

Waverly takes off his shades and looks at his buddy.

Waverly: Is this guy for real, bro? Hey, we'd kick your ass if you weren't about to interview us.
Crowe: Interview you? What am I supposed to ask you about? How it felt to get your ass kicked against one guy when there's two of you?

Zak E. Justice leans in.

Justice: Nah, bro, ask us why we're here tonight.
Crowe: *sighs* OK, why are you here tonight?
Waverly: We're SO glad you asked us that, Mr Crowe! You see tonight, bro, we make our Storm Front debut... but not in a match bro, nah, we're here to recruit.
Crowe: Recruit?
Justice: That's right! We're Justice and Waverly! We have a lot of money and we're here to recruit the best talent in 4CW for our super group.
Crowe: Right... and how's that going for you?

Waverly puts his shades back on.

Waverly: Well, we're about to start - you know what, kid, we like, bro, how you defended yourself against us. Shows guts bro - shows you can hang... so, you wanna join our supergroup?
Crowe: Kid? I'm at least ten years older than you... and not a chance, bro.

Crowe walks off laughing to himself. Waverly and Justice no-sell the embarrassment and Waverly turns to Justice.

Waverly: Locker room?
Justice: *nods* Locker room.

CRASH! The sound echoes through the hall and the camera cuts to another part of the arena as Glock Nine is send flying though the door, the wood splintering and half landing on top of the downed giant.

Phil McGroin: You're mine! I OWN YOU NOW! You dare to attack me without provocation?! What have I ever done to you? CAMERA MAN?! Where's my Camera Man? Record this, I want the world to see what happens when you fuck with Phil McGroin.

Glock turns his head and spits blood on the floor before looking up at McGroin and meeting his eyes.

Glock Nine: I... do declare...

Camera Man winces as McGroin smashes the chair into the fallen Glocks face, finally breaking the chair.

Phil McGroin: Ooh you've gone and done it now. You broke my chair. Where the fuck am I meant to sit now? First you insult me by interrupting my celebrations over beating you. Then you attack me for no reason and now you've gone and broke my FUCKING CHAIR!

Glock rolls to his side and tries to get up.

Phil McGroin: And now you insult me further by not staying down. Camera Man, give me your camera.
Camera Man: Are you going to hit him with it?
Phil McGroin: What do you think? Of course I am. Give me your fucking camera.
Camera Man: If I did, how would I record your epic lesson that you're teaching this bastard?
Phil McGroin: Good point, buddy. Go get me another chair.

Camera Man runs off leaving McGroin looking down at Glock. He kneels down, grabs Glocks face and punches him once, twice and then a third time.

Phil McGroin: Fuck this, I'm done with you.

McGoin opens the janitors room next to where Glock lays and tries to pull Glock into through the door by one arm.

Phil McGroin: Jesus Christ your heavy. Stupid dead weights.

Hands covered in blood, McGroin walks out into the hallway and screams at some attendants that are just standing around having watched the attack.

Phil McGroin: You fuckers want to help me or do you want your asses handed to you so bad that you couldn't stop me making you into the 4CW Human Centipede? Get the fuck in here and help me!

Glock is bundled into the janitors closet and McGroin locks the door before jamming a chair against the handle. Camera Man returns with a chair in hand looking exhausted.

Phil McGroin: Where have you been? You missed my moment of triumph as I single-handedly lifted the beast up and locked him away. He won't be anymore trouble. I've done it.
Camera Man: I went to get you a chair like you asked. Where did you get that chair from?
Phil McGroin: I don't know, it was right here when I needed it. I assumed it was you.
Camera Man: No, I was off looking for one. Here, have a brand new chair.
Phil McGroin: Thanks bud. Now let's go get ready for the match. At least we now have one less thing to worry about now. No one will be hearing from Glock again hahahaha.

The camera fades into a commercial break.

*~*

When we return from commercial, the announcer is center stage to announce the next match up.

Carson: The following contest is a SEMI FINAL match of the Stormchaser Tournament scheduled for one fall!

"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin starts as lights are lowered until music drops, then as music punches back up pyros go off and a video package showing Brian White strength and abilities shows interspersed with a steam train running at full tilt along it's tracks. Brian White appears with the 4CW Universal Championship held high over his head with Tommy Young coming behind before dropping the belt to his shoulder and slapping it a few time as he focuses on the ring.

Carson: Introducing first, being accomapnies by Tommy Young, from Barry, South Wales, weighing in at 400lbs ... the 4CW Universal Champion ... BRIAN ... "THE FREIGHT TRAAAAIN" ... WHITE!!

White ignores the crowed as he deliberately walks to the ring, stepping over the ropes, and music fades. Tommy saunters down with a smirk, ignoring the crowd the same as White, but stays on the outside of the ring. "Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system next and out comes Brian White's smaller opponent, with his Camera Man.

Carson: And his opponent, now residing in Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, PHIL ... MCGROIN!!

McGroin casually strolls down to the ring, chin up ignoring all the fans. They boo, they cheer, no one can decide whether they really like him, but McGroin doesn't care as he's above everyone despite only being 5 foot 7.

Phoenix: McGroin won last week by forfeit - after attacking Glock Nine, and Glock wasn't able to make it to the ring on time! This week, he's eliminated the problem of Glock Nine with a disgusting attack from behind - but now he has to deal with Brian White, face to face, and the winner will advance to the Stormchaser Final at SummerFest next month against Eddie Wolfbaine!

When McGroin gets into the ring, he screams something at Carson, who gets back on the mic.

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Phil McGroin, the man who once made a cow tap out!

McGroin nods his approval then motions for Carson to get out of the ring before turning his attention to the behemoth in front of him in Brian White. The referee has words with them both as their assistants go to ringside. The referee rings the bell to get this match underway!

White and McGroin circle eachother as McGroin prepares to go in for a test of strength. White barks out laughing at this idea and runs down McGroin with a big clothesline! White stalks the smaller man as he stumbles back to his feet. He throws McGroin into the corner and hits a big chop. McGroin stumbles out of the corner, gasping for breath and White hits him with a Big Boot!

Jeffrey: Brian White is dominating the early going!

White hooks the leg and McGroin, perhaps stupidly, kicks out at two. White picks up the smaller man and sends him to the ropes. When McGroin returns, White hits another huge clothesline that sends McGroin up and over in a 360 flip. White picks up the McGroin once again and this time hits a Sidewalk Slam and hooks the leg again. 1...2... but no, McGroin kicks out again!

White, grinning ironically as his frustration starts to build, throws a few stomps in for good measure, then picks up McGroin and looks to hit a suplex. Before he can though, McGroin kicks White in the knee which causes him some pain and he stops for a moment. McGroin hits White with a few more knee kicks, and loosens White's grip on him, before dropkicking the knee.

White stumbles back to his feet but McGroin has already whipped off the ropes and hits a dropkick straight in the face of White! White stumbles back and lands on his arse, and the crowd laugh, so White gets back up and charges at McGroin, but McGroin ducks, chops blocks White from behind and then hits a swinging neckbreaker! With the big man down, McGroin hooks the leg! 1... but NO! White powers out straight away, launching McGroin a few feet across the ring.

Phoenix: It's gonna take more than a few shots to the knee to put down The Freight Train!
Roberts: It's a good technique by McGroin though - bring the big man down to his knees!

McGroin gets back to his feet as does White and the two clash in a collision that can only end one way and that's with McGroin being shoulder barged halfway across the ring. He rolls over and gets back to his feet and White grabs him and takes him out with a body slam. McGroin gets back to his feet using the ropes for help and White once again sends him into the corner, this time taking out McGroin with a stinger splash!

Jeffrey: Pure domination by Brian White!!

White roars as the adrenaline pumps through his body and he grabs Phil McGroin. He picks up McGroin - and HITS HIM WITH A RUNNING POWERBOMB!!

Phoenix: Brian White hits the Train Crash! It's all over! Goodnight McGroin!!

McGroin crumbles on the mat and White kneels down and hooks the leg. ONE... TWO.... BUT NO!! McGroin lifts his foot on the bottom rope at the last second and the referee is forced to break the fall! White bangs the mat and gets back up and proceeds to drag McGroin away. At this moment, Camera Man jumps up on the apron, seemingly to get a good shot of the action. The referee argues with Camera Man on the apron, trying to get him down. Meanwhile, White grabs McGroin - AND MCGROIN NAILS WHITE WITH A LOW BLOW!! White grimaces and collapses to his knees in agony. McGroin crawls away and uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Camera Man conveniently gets down from the apron again.

Phoenix: McGroin will take any shortcut he can get his hands on, apparently!
Roberts: Looks like he just got his hands in the one place where it would hurt White!
Jeffrey: That doesn't even - he used his arm - shut up, Roberts!

McGroin, now on his feet, realises he has White exactly where he wants him! He lifts The Freight Train's legs and locks in Eggcutor Submission!

Phoenix: McGroin calls this modified Sharpshooter the Eggcutor! Will he be able to make this giant tap out?!

McGroin wretches at White, who is locked in good, and suffering the consequences of the submission! Tommy Young is on the outside trying to hype his mentor up, but White is suffering from the contortion and struggling to make progress to the ropes! Then suddenly, as McGroin is wretching away, the titantron comes to life. It shows a door, locked shut. We hear banging from inside and then, without warning, the door flies off its hinges!! Glock Nine steps out of the room, some sort of stick in his hand, and roars to no-one in particular.

Roberts: Oh boy! This isn't good for McGroin!

In the ring, McGroin keeps the submission locked in, but looks worried now that Glock Nine is on his way through the backstage area. McGroin keeps the submission locked in on White as Glock Nine comes through Gorilla Position and holds the Vietnamese Kendo Stick in his hand up in the air to a surprising pop from the crowd! McGroin screams over something incoherent to Camera Man, and Camera Man begrudingly puts his camera down and runs up the ramp to try and delay Glock Nine! CRACK!! Glock Nine smashes Camera Man across the head with the Kendo Stick and storms to the ring!!

McGroin seems to have loosened his grip on White subconsciously and White wriggles out of the submission. He kicks McGroin away and McGroin crashes into the ref, who falls out of the ring. McGroin stumbles back up just as Glock Nine enters the ring! CRACK!! Glock Nine smashes McGroin across the head with the Kendo Stick. McGroin gets hit one more time across the back and then Glock Nine rolls out of the ring and throws the referee back in. White covers McGroin with a smirk on his face.

ONE... TWO... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner, BRAIN ... WHITE!!

Phoenix: Well, McGroin made his bed - and he's just been made to lie in it! Brian White advances! He will face Eddie Wolfbaine in the final of the Stormchaser Tournament next month!

Inside the ring, Brian White raises his arm in victory and rolls out and takes Tommy Young with him as they go up the ramp, victorious. Meanwhile, Glock Nine slides back into the ring and waits for Phil McGroin to get back to his feet! He readies the Kendo Stick - when suddenly Camera Man jumps on Glock Nine's back! The distraction allows Phil McGroin to roll out of the ring! Glock Nine flips Camera Man over and swings the stick - but McGroin drags Camera Man out of the ring and they both leg it out of the arena through the crowd, licking their wounds.

Glock Nine raises the Kendo Stick in the air one more time.

Phoenix: And I'm just getting word right now, folks, from GM Lord Skywolf, that next month at SummerFest, Glock Nine will take on Phil McGroin one on one - in a Vietnamese Kendo Stick match!
Roberts: Well, McGroin isn't going to be happy to hear that - but right now he's more interested in just getting out of dodge!
Phoenix: Coming up, ladies and gentlemen, is our main event - Rhys Cain teams up with Sery to take on Jon Viper and Pilgrim Paige - don't go anywhere!!

We cut backstage once again where Zak E. Justice and Nik Waverly are strolling the corridor. They enter a locker room and find it is occupied by Rhys Cain. Cain is listening to some music on his iPod, a towel around his neck.

Justice: Bruiser! How's it going, bro?!

Cain doesn't even notice the new additions to the room as he is also on his phone scrolling through something. Waverly leans in and waves his hand in front of Cain's face who looks up with disinterest and pulls out his earphones.

Cain: What are you doing here? Fans aren't allowed backstage, who let you in?

Waverly raises his brow.

Waverly: We're not fans, bro, we're wrestlers.
Cain: ...Huh.

Cain looks back down at his phone but Justice continues.

Justice: So, how's it going, bro?
Cain: Listen, I don't know you, and you're kinda annoying me. Do me a favour and scram, unless you have something of interest to say.

Waverly butts in again.

Waverly: We're forming a supergroup! We have a ton of money and we want to have the best talent in 4CW under our buisness model, bro.
Cain: And what model is  that?
Justice: Bro, it's 24/7 partying and women and winning matches.
Cain: I don't need you for any of that... what's your "supergroup" called anyway?

Waverly thinks for a moment.

Waverly: Uh ... The Supergroup!
Cain: Creative.

Cain, without looking back up at the two, stands up and walks away. Waverly nudgs Justice.

Waverly: That went well, bro.
Justice: Yeah, let's go see who's in catering, bro!

Waverly grins and nods his head slowly.

Waverly: Broooo!

*~*

The buzzing arena is overtaken by some new music from the loudspeakers and blue lights focus on the stage.

Jeffrey: What the hell's going on?
Phoenix: I think I recognize this music...but there's no way

The music is "His World" by Crush 40 and as the lyrics begin out comes a figure clad in jean shorts, wrestling boots, and a bright yellow hoodie, his back to the crowd. On the back of the hoodie is a giant blue lightning bolt.

Roberts: I think I've seen that before, but only on tapes.
Jeffrey: Whoever he is needs to tone down the lights. What's with all the blue?
Phoenix: If this is who I think it is we're in for a real treat. Just need him to turn around.

The figure onstage does turnaround but he keeps his head lowered. He then draws a lightning bolt in the air with chopping motions before raising his head and throwing back the hood of his hoodie to reveal Jacob "The Thunderbolt" Scharff.

Phoenix: Oh my god I knew it! It's the former 4CW World Champion! Jacob Scharff has returned to 4CW and he looks great!
Roberts: The Thunderbolt?! Why here? Why now? Oh this gives me goosebumps
Jeffrey: Oh would you two calm down? He's not that special.

Jacob heads to the ring. On the front of his hoodie is his logo, a J and an S separated by a lightning bolt. He gets in the ring as the crowd cheers for his arrival. He grabs a mic from ringside.

Hello 4CW fans! Shocked to see me? For those of you who don't know me my name is Jacob Scharff. I am a multiple time former 4CW World Champion and former Universal Champion. I had to go away for a bit, but I've had a bit of a rough go of it. Organizations would start up only to fall by the wayside before I really got my fair shake. Then I heard 4CW was back and kicking again. Last time I was here, you may remember I was with my wife, Skylar Zane. Occasionally I might've mentioned my friend Chaos Raines, and now, we've taken in a young man named Xavier to give him a better life.

The crowd cheers this and Jacob nods and smiles and waits for the cheers to die down before continuing.

But I didn't bring them this time. Don't worry I can call upon them if needed but this was a journey I wanted to make on my own. A lot of people have thought I'm not good enough and that I can't cut it on my own. I'm here to prove them wrong and to prove to myself that I've come a long way from who I used to be. So make no mistake I'm coming for the 4CW World Title again. Now what's the best way to go about that? I could just challenge Jon Viper directly, what do y'all think about that?!

The crowd erupts at the prospect.

I imagine some people would think I was skipping the line though. They'd say I have to earn my shot. Fair enough. I know Rhys is looking for Viper too so maybe I should challenge him for the right to be #1 contender. How about that?!

The crowd again cheers the prospective match.

I still have some unfinished business with Rhys but we can address that another time. No...I think the best way to go about getting a world title is by notching another 4CW-specific accomplishment in my checklist. Something I never even participated in my first time through here. I hereby declare that I will be the first entry in this year's 13 Ghosts Gauntlet match! I will shock the world by taking out 12 other men and I will go on to face the 4CW champion, whoever he may be. I'm shining bright but for the rest of 4CW it's lights out.

Phoenix: What a statement by the former 4CW mega star. That's a bold claim for him to make his first night back.
Jeffrey: I bet he can't back it up. This isn't the old 4CW.
Roberts: I just want to see him wrestle. See what he can do you know?

*~*

Back from commercial, we cut backstage once again, this time in catering, as Zak E. Justice and Nik Waverly walk into the room. No-one bats an eyelid at their appearance. Waverly turns to Justice.

Waverly: So, let's find the biggest, baddest guy here to join our Supergroup. We have Rhys Cain, who else can we nab, bro?

Justice scans the area then points over at a humongous black guy eating pie.

Justice: That dude right there.
Waverly: What's his name bro, Monster right?
Justice: MONSTAR.
Waverly: Monstar?
Justice: Nah, bro, you gotta say it as if its in big writing. MONSTAR.
Waverly: MONSTER.
Justice: Nah, bro, MON-STAR. STAR. Like the fish.
Waverly: There's a fish that's a star?
Justice: Starfish, bro.
Waverly: What kind of name is a Starfish fish?
Justice: I - bro - nevermind, come on.

The two of them approach MONSTAR, who no-one else is sitting within a 50 yard radius of and who doesn't look up as he continues to stuff pie in his mouth.

Waverly: Hey, MONSTARFISH, bro!
Justice: MONSTAR, he means MONSTAR bro.

MONSTAR doesn't look at them.

MONSTAR: Leave.

There's an awkward silence that Justice is brave enough to break.

Justice: So we were wondering, MONSTAR, if you wanted to join our Supergroup bro.
MONSTAR: *in between mouthfuls* No.

Waverly puts his hand on the table.

Waverly: Come on dude, it'd be grea --- ARGH!!

The moment Waverly's hand touched the table, MONSTAR rammed the fork through his hand. Waverly screams as MONSTAR holds him arm, rips out the fork and continues to use it to shovel pie in his mouth.

MONSTAR: Leave.

Waverly scuttles away, wailing in agony about his bleeding hand. Justice leads him out.

Justice: Let's go see the nurse bro. Maybe she's hot. She can join our Supergroup.

We cut back to the ring for our main event! "Red Flag" by Billy Talent hits the PA system.

Carson: The following tag team contest is the MAIN EVENT of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Antigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 185lbs, he is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion ... SERY!!

Sery comes down the ramp with the 4CW Custom Cup Championship on his shoulder. He looks cheerful and hits a few hands fans along the way down.

Phoenix: And an update on Sery's stipulation here! I can confirm that from a variety of money-raising schemes, Sery has secured the funding for the Triple Cage he wants to defend his title in! 4CW refused to fund it, but Sery found a way - and we can confirm that Sery will take on Pilgrim Paige, with his title on the line, at next month's SummerFest, inside the Triple Cage!
Roberts: I hear Pilgrim Paige wasn't too happy to hear about Witch Hazel's donation to the cause - despite it only being one euro... either way, Pilgrim Paige has a ton of momentum going into this.
Jeffrey: That's right! The newly-christened Golden Pilgrim has a brand new attitude that I love - and she's going to use that to cut Sery's reign short and capture her first 4CW gold, I can just feel it!
Roberts: Sery was the underdog vs Supreme too, he's been an underdog all his career - but Sery knows how to win big matches! So don't count him out!

Sery gets into the ring and waits for his partner. "The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system and out comes "The Bruiser" from gorilla postion.

Carson: And his tag team partner, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS ... CAIN!!

Rhys Cain makes his way down the ramp. He nods over at Sery in the ring with mutual respect as he comes down and takes the time to see to the fans too.

Roberts: Rhys Cain is back after that vicious match with Jon Viper at Revival! Cain had a few injuries from that match and last month watched from home as Viper beat the hell out of his brother Zephyris! Cain is here tonight for retribution, make no bones about it!
Jeffrey: What makes you think Viper is scared of Cain? He already kicked his ass once!

Rhys Cain slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, and "watches over" his sea of fans with a hand over his eyes, before beating his chest and jumping down, shaking hands with Sery and discussing match tactics with him as they await their opponents.

The arena lights go out, as well as the 4CWTron, leaving everything in pitch black. A thick layer of purple fog begins to envelope the stage and ramp. Through the haze, at center stage, three colored flames—bluish-green (stage right), violet (center stage) and silver-white (stage left)—flicker in mid-air, providing a moment's glance of three women's pale faces. Suddenly, the flames go out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Where the flames had just been, three fireworks, with matching their respective former flames, ascend out of the darkness and explode overhead, creating a huge triple-starburst pattern. The crowd pops. Dim lighting goes up as the opening lines of "Heavy Lies the Crown" by Draconian sound out over the PA system. Tsukiko Mizuno, Pilgrim Paige and Witch Hazel appear through the fog, wearing their long black coats and personal effects. The 4CWtron shows dark, stylized clips of the three women in various settings: engaging in a ritual in the Moontower; walking along a wide forest path lit by torches, etc. They begin descending the ramp slowly together, then Paige and Tsukiko quicken their stride and play the the crowd a little as the song's intro gives way to a hard-hitting doom metal dirge. Hazel maintains her leisurely pace through the fog and keeps her eyes forward, in trance-like focus.

Carson: And their opponents, first, being accompanied to the ring by Tsukiko Mizuno and Witch Hazel, of The Coven... from Newfoundland, Canada, and now residing on... the DAAAARK side of the MOOOON, weighing in at 134lbs ... PILGRIM ... PAIGE!!

Phoenix: We've seen a - excuse the pun - darker side of Pilgrim Paige lately! She's got a mean streak in her than she took out on Sery and she is the number one contender to his title and a legitimate threat. Not many in 4CW have had the run that she has since she debuted and her talent is only strengthened by her group The Coven, with her every step of the way!

Paige and Tsukiko run a few paces and slide into the ring under the bottom rope, then arise swiftly from the canvas. They remove their coats and toss them to ringside as Hazel reaches ringside. She removes her coat as well and ascends the steps. Upon her entering the ring, The Coven stand side-by-side at center-ring, with Pilgrim Paige in the middle. Paige spreads her arms wide and throws her head back, sounding out a loud WOOO as pyro shoots up from the corner posts and explodes in starbursts of blue, silver and purple. The lights then return to normal. Tsukiko and Hazel head to the outside of the ring, since they are not involved in the match, and Pilgrim Paige awaits her partner.

"Almost Honest" by Megadeth hits the PA system. The crowds boos for Paige only amplify for the 4CW World Champion's arrival.

Carson: And her partner, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 220lbs, he is the 4CW World Heavyweight Champion ... JON ... VIPER!!

Viper comes down the ramp. He spits on the ramp and motions to a fan that's what he thinks of them and shouts some more obscenities as he makes his way down. A paper cup or two is thrown over but they miss Viper. He comes down to the bottom of the ring, stares a hole through Cain, and makes his way up on to the apron. The referee gets both teams in their corners, and after Sery and Viper deciding they will start the match, the referee rings the bell to kick off our main event!

Sery and Viper meet in the centre of the ring. Sery goes for a test of strength and Viper surprisingly agrees to it and they lock up. After a fairly even struggle, they seperate and reclash a second time with a standard grapple. Again, after being pretty even and cancelling eachother out, they seperate. The third time, Sery once again offers a test of strength. Viper slowly looks like he is going to do it - then SLAPS Sery right in the chops! The fans "ooooh" at the disrespect and the referee gives Viper a ticking off but Sery comes back seeing red and throws some wild punches to the 4CW World Champion.

Roberts: It's Champion vs Champion right here, right now and there is no love lost!

Sery hits a few vicious lefts and rights but Viper regains his composure and grabs Sery through the flurry and hits a belly to belly. Viper then dives on Sery and locks him in a headlock. While he's wretching the hold, he turns directly to Cain and starts mumbling some stuff, not clear to the camera what he's saying, but clearly some sort of trash talk. Cain responds with a few choice words of his own, clutching the tag rope so hard his fists are white, desperate to get in there and get his hands on Viper.

Sery fights through the tight headlock and gets to his feet. He throws a few elbows into Viper's gut, gets out of the hold and hits a dropkick! Sery picks up Viper and sends him to the ropes - but Viper sidesteps Sery and locks him back into the headlock for a second time, this time in a standing position.

Jeffrey: This is genius by Viper! He knows Sery is like a jumping flea so he's keeping him locked in one place, wearing him down slowly!

Viper continues to shout obscenities at Cain, who is chomping at the bit on the apron, and Cain begins to stamp his foot to try and spur Sery on. The crowd join in and soon the whole arena is chanting for Sery who once again powers up to his feet, elbows out of the hold, and then takes out Viper with a surprising DDT! Sery hooks the leg! 1...2...but no! Viper kicks out!

Sery rolls back up to his feet and picks up the 4CW World Champion. He hooks him up for some sort of suplex, but Viper blocks the move, seperates the grapple and slaps Sery HARD once again!! This time Sery stumbles back and falls into the ropes. As the referee decides to have more words with Viper for his lack of sportsmanship, Witch Hazel wanders over to Sery. She looks at him with a mischievous grin - and then LICKS UP HIS FACE slowly and seductively. Sery opens his eyes and realises what happened and recoils, moving away from the ropes and wiping his face frantically.

Phoenix: Well one thing is for sure! Witch Hazel is one weird lady!
Jeffrey: Let's hope Sery doesn't become the first person to get a boner mid-match!
Roberts: I think he was more creeped out than turned on!
Jeffrey: Sure, Roberts - and you're not hiding a boner under the desk, right?
Roberts: What - I - Don't be ridiclous!
Jeffrey: Don't worry, I'm sure someone will lick your face one day - maybe a cousin, or something, if you get her drunk enough.
Phoenix: Browsing through my notes,  I realize I've forgotten to mention the recent passing of one-time 4CW Custom Cup Champion, Ravnos Midnight.
Jeffrey: Oh—yeah. I heard that, too. That guy was really unhinged. Didn't make a lick of sense. Hmm... "lick". He trained The Coven, right? Maybe that Witch Hazel girl is in denial or something and that's why she keeps licking Sery like a Tootsie Pop? Ugh. I do NOT wanna see her reach the center!
Phoenix: "Ray Jeffrey: Arm-chairshot Psychologist", folks!
Jeffrey does a double-take and bursts out laughing.
Jeffrey: Geez, Scott! Not bad. Where the hell did you find a sense of humor? Nevermind, it doesn't matter! That was good stuff.
Scott nods his thanks, then composes himself.
Phoenix: *ahem* To the point—Hazel is actually the only Coven member who wasn't ever trained by Ravnos. She never met him, so I doubt she was as affected as her peers. Though she says she's very "empathic" so... I dunno. The Coven held a short ceremony—Oki-Kira flew in, too. Any case, Hazel tweeted about her actions a while back. Seems like it started as just an insult to injury; but beyond that, she just enjoyed licking the salt off Sery's face. And again tonight. So...
Jeffrey: So... she's super-weird, AND super-hot. Works for me!

Back in the ring, Sery is picked up by Viper and sent into the corner. Viper runs at Sery with a clothesline in mind - but Sery lifts his boot and Viper eats the sole. Viper holds his mouth stumbling back and Sery steps up and takes out Viper with an Enziguri! He hooks the leg! 1...2.. no! Viper kicks out with authority!

Sery tries to pick up the champion, but Viper sneakily rakes the eyes, something the referee misses, and takes out Sery with a body slam. Viper then picks up Sery again and hits him with a vicious DDT! He hooks the leg! 1...2... no! Sery kicks out! Viper frowns, and gets back up, looking for someone to take his anger out on, he turns to Cain.

Viper: I'm going to beat this little turd like I did your brother last month, Rhys-y boy. Hahaha.

Cain reacts instantly, trying to force himself into the ring but the referee is quick to step between them and try and stop Cain from getting in. Eventually he calms Cain enough and moves away - but Viper comes over and drills Cain with a hard elbow, knocking him off the apron! Viper turns to see Sery charging at him and he ducks, turning around, and taking out Sery with a T-Bone Suplex! Viper hooks the leg... ONE... TWO... NO! Rhys Cain is back in the ring and breaks the fall! The referee tries to get Cain back out of the ring but Cain mounts Viper and unleashes lefts and rights!!

Phoenix: Cain is tired of waiting to be tagged! He's taking the fight to Viper!

Pilgrim Paige gets into the ring to try and get Cain off Viper and Cain gets up and HEADBUTTS her! Paige scrambles away as Cain continues to beat down Viper with reigning fists - but this attack on Paige causes Tsukiko and Hazel to storm the ring and attack Cain! Cain gets booted two-on-one, until Sery comes to his aide! Sery grabs Witch Hazel - and takes her out with a German Suplex! Hazel rolls out of the ring and Sery grabs Tsukiko and throws her over the top rope to the outside! The three members of The Coven all regroup outside the ring, anarchy has reigned, the referee calls for the bell!

The participants don't pay attention to this though and Sery is on top of the turnbuckle within seconds! The Coven look up at him - and he dives off - Paige and Hazel manage to move out of the way, and Sery collapses onto Tsukiko with a Seryous Senton Bomb!!

Phoenix: The match is thrown out - but this lot aren't finished yet!

In the ring, Cain lines up Viper - and as Viper gets to his knees - Cain takes him out with the BUSAIKU KNEE KICK!

Roberts: Dragon Rage from Rhys Cain!

Cain isn't finished yet though and rolls out of th ring and lifts up the apron. On the other side, Tsukiko is laid out, Witch Hazel is taken care of as Sery takes her out with a DDT, and then Pilgrim Paige and Sery start exchanging lefts and rights! As Cain grabs a steel chair from under the ring and slides into the ring, Pilgrim Paige and Sery make their way up the ramp, lefts and rights still flying between them!

Pilgrim Paige kicks Sery in the gut and sends him face first into the stage wall! Paige picks up Sery with a malicious grin on her face but Sery elbows her suddenly and she stumbled behind the curtain! Sery follows her and the fight continues backstage! Hazel and Tsukiko regroup and run back up the ramp to help their leader.

Cain in the ring starts unleashing chair shots - one after another after another - Viper doesn't scream out, he just grimaces with every shot and tries to crawl away. Cain grabs a mic from ringside.

Cain: Viper, you son of a bitch -

Chair shot.

Cain: Every injury you caused me, I can deal with -

Chair shot.

Cain: But if you wanna go after my family -

Chair shot.

Cain: Then this - is - what - you - get!

Chair shot, chair shot, chair shot!

Phoenix: This is so vicious! Viper is almost helpless! What a beating!
Jeffrey: This psychotic midget should be locked up!!

Viper rolls out of the ring but Cain follows him. Cain clears the announce table, pulling out the monitors and the shield, exposing the bare table. He throws Viper on to the table, and gets on himself. Cain grabs Viper, lifts him in the air for a suplex, and snaps down, spinning as he does so - and the both of them CRASH through the announce table!

Phoenix: Just pure carnage and destuction! The Coven and Sery are brawling backstage somewhere and Cain has just taken out Viper!!

Cain struggles to get back to his feet and picks up the mic.

Cain: Mark it in your calender, Jon. July 23rd. SummerFest. It's going to be Jon Viper vs Rhys Cain, for the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship - IN A HARD KNOCKS LIFE MATCH!!!

Phoenix: What?! Did I hear that right?! Hard Knocks Life Match! We haven't seen one of those matches since the days of Inferno!!
Jeffrey: What an announcement! Rhys Cain is taking Jon Viper to hell - but I think Viper is going to be the one who climbs out with the title!
Roberts: After what we just saw?! Rhys Cain has the momentum to do it and the advantage of choosing the match!
Phoenix: We can argue all day about who will win, but we'll have to do it off air as that's all we have time for tonight folks! Thanks so much for joining us, we've ended the show with complete carnage!! Next month, join us for SummerFest! Triple Cage Match! Hard Knocks Life Match! Stormchaser Final! July 23rd! Goodnight!!

Quick Results:
-Stormchaser Semi Final: Eddie Wolfbaine def Lord Skywolf
-Stormchaser Semi Final: Brian White def Phil McGroin
-Rhys Cain & Sery vs Jon Viper & Pilgrim Paige ended in a no contest.

Writing Credit:
-Skywolf/Wolfbaine segment - Dread Pirate/Wolfie
-Wolfbaine vs Skywolf - Paige
-Waverly & Justice Segment 1 - Rhys
-Phil McGroin attacks Glock - Ninjak & Surreal
-White vs McGroin (and post match) - Rhys
-Waverly & Justice Segment 2 - Rhys
-Jacob Scharff Return: ImperialStingmon
-Waverly & Justice Segment 3 - Rhys
-Cain & Sery vs Paige & Viper - Rhys
-Post Match Brawl - Rhys

RP Judges:
Wolfbaine vs Skywolf - Rhys
White vs McGroin - Rhys
Cain & Sery vs Viper & Paige - N/A

Review Sheet:

Skywolf/Wolfbaine Segment:

Wolfbaine vs Skywolf:

Waverly & Justice 1:

McGroin/Glock Backstage Attack:

White vs McGroin:

Waverly & Justice 2:

Jacob Scharff Return:

Waverly & Justice 3:

Cain & Sery vs Paige & Viper: