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-Brian White Opening Segment:
Short and simple - but that's how White does things. I would have liked a little more meat to the promo but it was fine.
-Skywolf 13 Ghosts Announcement:
Skywolf is an asshole - but dammit, he's a funny asshole. Looking forward to the 13 Ghost Gauntlet! First time since 2012 people!
-Rhys Cain vs Phil McGroin:
Wrote it.
-Cain Interview:
Wrote it.
-Pilgrim Paige Custom Cup Stipulation Segment:
Pilgrim Paige has a knack of coming up with fun and unique matches. Seeing this match during her title reign, reworked for singles action too, should be a lot of fun.
-Skywolf/MONSTAR segment:
I haven't laughed so hard in a while. This whole MONSTAR storyline is going to be gold and credit where it's due to Sery for coming up with this comedy gold.
-Supreme vs Scharff:
Wrote it.
-Skywolf/MONSTAR/Janitur Segment:
Wrote it.
-MONSTAR vs Janitur:
Wrote it.
-World Title: Viper (c) vs White:
Paige, once again, you did a great job of providing a well-written match for the show. I have no shame in admitting you are a better match writer than me, and 4CW is a better place because of your talent. The match itself was a great hard hitting affair and congratulations on White's awesome achievement of being a double champion.
The road to Gallows End is heating up and I can't wait for us to get there.
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-Brian White Opening Segment:
Wrote it. Will try and work on my promo writing and criticism is most definitely encouraged. Whit's is a bare bones kinda guy and doesn't really embellish much. Though I did suddenly have the feeling that he's becoming more like Stone Cold Steve Austin at the moment! I'm not realy sure I can call him a heal right now! Maybe a tweener...
-Skywolf 13 Ghosts Announcement:
Enjoying Skywolf as the GM, he's such a douche you really can't help but love to hate him! And I rather liked his braggart attitude to the match. We'll see... Has a defending champ managed to come out with his title yet?
-Rhys Cain vs Phil McGroin:
Good match, good fun, and nice to see some development with Glock 9.
-Cain Interview:
Pretty standard, not much to say if I'm honest.
-Pilgrim Paige Custom Cup Stipulation Segment:
I'll echo Rhys's comment with regard to the match stipulation and the writing. It's a great pleasure to read and I'm enjoying Paige's development.
-Skywolf/MONSTAR segment:
Monstar has to be on the juice, right?! I look forward to seeing where this goes! But yeah, fun segment.
-Supreme vs Scharff:
Good match, some good technical wresting that we don't really see too much of here as I imagine it's not the easiest to write for. These two really do seem to be cut from the same cloth though, and I hope we get to see more of them, either as a feud or team.
-Skywolf/MONSTAR/Janitur Segment:
I could read about Skywolf having to deal with Monstar all day! It's gold!
-MONSTAR vs Janitur:
Well, this is just unfair, but the Monstar get's what the Monstar wants!
-World Title: Viper (c) vs White:
First off, I want to thank Paige fort writing the match/seg of the night here and for allowing my character to be a part of it. What a match, was amazing to read, exciting, brutal and as far as I'm concerned, showed off White very well. I particularly enjoyed Pheonix's monologue about the wrestlers at the start as that's White to a tee. Amazing work, be encouraged! :-D
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, White's a double champ! I genuinely can't believe it! I didn't think my writing was that good! :-P Thank you to the judges, I feel honoured. Now, let's see how many belts I can keep around my waist after Gallow's End! :-P
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2018. Triple Crown Champion 2020. 2 times Universal, 2 times Tag team and 1 Time World Heavyweight Champion.
Wrestler of the Year 2017, Champion of the Year 2017, Most Improved 2017
There are a few editing errors and spelling mistakes that I can't remember seeing in previous shows. Here's one example at the beginning: "Before dropping the belt to his shoulder and slapping it a few time as he focuses on the ring (if empty) or his opponent(s) if they are already in the ring." No biggie though, I've been looking forward to this and appreciate the hard work that goes into it.
-Brian White Opening Segment:
White knows what he wants and get's to the point. Should be how Reigns is booked on the mic. Although Reigns should say less than White did as he sucks. White just knows what he wants and doesn't waffle.
-Skywolf 13 Ghosts Announcement:
Skywolf is probably my favourite character outside of my own. Funny as fuck and such a dick. 13 Ghost Gauntlet has me intrigued. And Quad J making his debut? He might no-show if he's not ready.
-Rhys Cain vs Phil McGroin:
I won WOOO! A win is a win, don't care how it comes about. And the feud with Glock continues. McGroin hold grudges.
-Cain Interview:
Figured he'd be more pissed. Should want revenge on Glock. Hopefully he helps McGroin out to get revenge.
-Pilgrim Paige Custom Cup Stipulation Segment:
Not going to lie, this stip sounded complicated as hell. Simpler is sometimes better. But I'm interested in how it will work and will be written.
-Skywolf/MONSTAR segment:
Was awesome. No one believes MONSTAR isn't juicing and he bends steel pipes for fun. What is there not to love about this whole segment?
-Supreme vs Scharff:
An enjoyable match that hopefully we see more off. Certainly wouldn't complain about this being a proper feud.
-Skywolf/MONSTAR/Janitur Segment:
Like the previous segment, this was pure gold. The Skywolf/MONSTAR segments were the highlights of the show.
-MONSTAR vs Janitur:
He won with a bearhug? Man, no one wins with those. I hope he get's a nice high impact finisher. Something that with his raw power will just sound devastating. Was the only thing missing from this match for me.
-World Title: Viper (c) vs White:
White is a double champ. Congrats! Hard hitting match that was better at the second reading, which was probably my fault for trying to read it the first time when I was meant to be working. The commentators throughout were fun and the match was a good title match that probably should have been PPV worthy.
Excellent job all round guys.
-MONSTAR vs Janitur:
He won with a bearhug? Man, no one wins with those. I hope he get's a nice high impact finisher. Something that with his raw power will just sound devastating. Was the only thing missing from this match for me.
One of his signature moves was jumping around the ring, and the impact of the "bounces" on the mat and the opponent causing agony. That's kinda the point of MONSTAR's hilarious moveset is that it's so over the top hence him winning by a bearhug lol.
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-MONSTAR vs Janitur:
He won with a bearhug? Man, no one wins with those. I hope he get's a nice high impact finisher. Something that with his raw power will just sound devastating. Was the only thing missing from this match for me.One of his signature moves was jumping around the ring, and the impact of the "bounces" on the mat and the opponent causing agony. That's kinda the point of MONSTAR's hilarious moveset is that it's so over the top hence him winning by a bearhug lol.
It really shouldn't, but I can't help it. That made me laugh. That's a great move.
Note: Dirk Meyer v Senecca has been added to the show. The show is now complete.
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(Edit: I was wondering if perhaps someone could give constructive criticism on what I've been doing RP-wise of late? I've been meaning to do the same for others, too, but haven't been in the right headspace to delve into anything properly.)
I'll review the show momentarily, but first, I'd like to reply to some of the above comments...
Regarding the match I wrote: ... wow! Thank you all very much—it really does mean a great deal to me. I've been in a really rough spot with my mental health for over a month now, and creative writing is a huge lifeline for me. To be commended for my efforts with such gusto is like having a big ray of sunshine cut through the darkness in my head. I have a lot of work to do to get myself on track again. The good news is, I have faith in my ability to do so and am taking steps—small may they be for now—to keep moving forward.
Regarding my seg/stipulation, I really appreciate the positive response/compliments. What's more, though, I'd like to address NinjaXO's comment. Frankly, I agree. I made what is actually a fairly simple stipulation sound over-complicated. It's been used successfully in the past, but as a triple threat match. Anyway, the real point: thank you for that comment. It's a reminder that I need to work harder on shortening my paragraphs and I know that, above all else, I have to learn to make them less wordy. I, myself, do tend to speak that way—over-detailed, verbose... rambling in places. It's difficult not to, because I do have a learning disability that affects certain aspects of communication and how I understand things. That last part is largely the cause of my wordiness, as I understand things best when I'm given a ton of detail, no matter how minuscule or, frankly, unnecessary some information may be. It's hard to remember that most people don't grasp the world that way, even though it shows in the writing of others. Beyond all the wordiness, I think it's not really a complicated stip at all. It's a combo ladder/coffin match with props and cool lighting stuff.
Now, on to the review...
Brian White Opening Segment:
I'll echo Rhys' comment about wanting "a little more meat to the promo". I understand that White isn't a man of many words, but this seg could've benefited greatly from a personal note, or mentioning a particular motivation or mood beyond the championship-specific stuff. I'm tempted to agree with you that his current status is basically that of a tweener... though I'd say "a hard-to-hate heel". I do mark a difference, and that difference will now become particularly vital, as White is now, as he says, at the "top of the mountain". You're holding two titles at present: you're the big dog. But bark only goes so far. I think I've stated before that I quite like this character, Gorgrim. I like the Brian White I see in your RPs. My point is this: it's fine that White's segs are short and to-the-point. But I'd like to see more of the man behind the moniker; behind the gold, standing there in front of a packed audience and being... hmm... candid, I guess is the word. This can be tricky territory, especially in tweener territory: you don't want to endear the fans to him in such a way that forces a face turn; but you also have to be careful not to become faceless in the process. The man's been through a lot of shit; a lot of fights... his history with Dai, etc. I've not checked in for a while, but I always think of that fantastic RP with White sitting in a diner and reading a paper, then flipping the fuck out all of a sudden. That's what I think of when I think of Brian White. He's a big fucker with a tough skull... but not an empty one. There's shit going on in there. You don't have to bring him out and have him pouring his heart out and weeping on live television. Just show us that there's substance underneath it all. That's what I've been trying to do with Pilgrim Paige—she, too, is in "hard-to-hate heel" territory, so instead of throwing the book out on all the things that made her face run work, I'm modifying the formula to present a version of her that is rougher around the edges and more ruthless... but still three-dimensional and just complex enough. If it helps—I'm unsure of your personal preference/comfort zone—try some dialogue stuff in a seg/promo with Tommy instead of a pure monologue. Maybe Tommy says something that accidentally puts White in that zoned-out state, then he flips his shit and the commentary guys are intrigued. Make the Freight Train run on more than just muscle and guts; throw in a little more heart. I say all this as a fan—congrats on the victory!
Skywolf 13 Ghosts Announcement:
Fucking Wolfie. Ya gotta love to hate him, huh? I tend to enjoy Skywolf segments and this one was no exception. Rattling off the "lesser" names and the odd fixation on Krone... good stuff.
Rhys Cain vs Phil McGroin:
I know it's immature, but I still chuckle from time to time when I read that damn name! "Phil McGroin"—damn, that's perfect for this asshole! And speaking of this asshole—hey, an upset victory over the former world champ. Quick-paced action culminating in some basic build-up for the upcoming Gallows Pole match between McGroin and Glock 9. My money's on the guy who once made a cow tap out!
Cain Interview:
Simple and brief, but effective enough. Says everything it needs to and shows Cain's sense of focus heading into the PPV.
Pilgrim Paige Custom Cup Stipulation Segment:
Wrote it
Skywolf/MONSTAR segment:
As everyone else has said, this is just gold! I like comedic segs and Wolfie has a knack for weird, out-of-the-box humor. This was a great big helping of it and every element comes together just right. Wouldn't have worked the same with any other character in the GM role. I could visualize this seg really well, and Skywolf's reaction to MONSTAR's drug test results had me rolling. Seg of the night, for sure.
Supreme vs Scharff:
I like this kind of action—a fairly moderate pace with a mix of technical wrestling and short bursts of ante-upping. You don't really see that much in the WWE these days, huh? I quite like Supreme and he was really fun to write for match-wise. On the other side of the coin, although I'm still new to Jacob Scharff (haven't read a Scharff RP yet) I definitely see myself liking him as a wrestler, based solely on this match.
Skywolf/MONSTAR/Janitur Segment:
More funny stuff. Poor Janitur! xD
Meyer/Senecca segment:
Didn't do a lot for me... maybe due to my unfamiliarity with these characters' history.
MONSTAR vs Janitur:
Nothing to say, really. Just an extension of the earlier segs, basically. Well, okay—that move where this massive bastard just jumps up and down and his grounded opponent gets rattled senseless is pretty damn funny!
World Title: Viper (c) vs White:
Wrote it
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I know I promised to review all RPs but its hard to find the time. Nevertheless I'll drop a review for you later tonight.
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Appreciated! I don't want you to put pressure on yourself, though—if you find time, that's cool. If you can't tonight, that's okay, too.
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NOTE: I am still waiting for one more segment off RD, but I really can't delay the show much longer, so I'll edit it in when I get it. Apologies for the show being this late. Next month's show will be pushed back a week to compensate.
4CW Presents... Storm Front
Live From the United Supermarkets Arena - Lubbock, Texas
Aug 27, 2017
Attendance: 13,749
"Vertigo" by Eclipse plays over a video package featuring an array of 4CW roster members, including Jon Viper, Brian White, Eddie Wolfbaine, Sery, Pilgrim Paige, and Senecca to name a few. Pyro explodes from the stage and all along the ramp, as the camera cuts to the arena, panning the cheering audience, in the Staples Center! We cut to the commentary trio at their desk.
Phoenix: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the August edition of 4CW Storm Front! We are two short months away from Gallows End and tonight we will decide who the 4CW World Champion will be heading into the title defense in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet!
Roberts: That's right! Brian "The Freight Train" White won the Stormchaser Tournament and as such he gets his title match tonight - if he wins, he will become a double champion, since he is already the 4CW Universal Champion!
Jeffrey: And as much as I like White, I just don't see it happening! Jon Viper is a mean, sadistic bastard and I'm not sure White has the stomach to finish him off!
Phoenix: I think plenty of people would disagree Jeffrey - but we'll find out either way tonight!
Carson: Please welcome at this time, the 4CW Universal Champion, Brian “The Freight Train” WHIIIIIIITE!!!
"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 strength and abilities shows interspersed with a steam train running at full tilt along it's tracks. Brian White Appears with the belt 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. 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, and enters the ring with White, leaning against the ropes.
Phoenix: Talking of one of the competitors in tonight's World Title match here comes Brian White with something to say!
White calls for a mic as the crowds vent their excitement or consternation and the noise gradually dies down.
White raises the mic to his mouth and holds up his Universal Championship belt to admire.
White: Isn't it beautiful, my first championship in this game.
White stops to let the cheers and jeers wash over him.
White: Yeah, my first reign and I intend to keep hold of this for a long time. But, even though I have this belt, I also have my sites set higher. I'm not at the top of this mountain, not yet, but I will be.
The chants of “Let's go Brian!” and “Freight Train sucks!” begin a she monologues and White just smiles and raises his arms to take it all in.
White: Jon Viper! I will be at the top of that mountain, I will be the next 4CW champion. And I will hold both belts high as you look up from the mat. I've gone through several 4CW vets over this Storm Chaser tournament, and beat each one of 'em, and now, you're next on my list! So you better watch out, cus the 'Freight Train' is gonna roll right over you!
White drops the mic as his music hits and he leaves with Tommy in tow, still smirking and winking at the ladies.
Jeffrey: Is it too late to change my pick?
Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a mammoth main event for you tonight! But also a lot more! After the break we will hear from the General Manager himself, Lord Skywolf!
*~*
The shot cuts to an official looking office, with a big wooden desk, laptop presumably opened to some weird kind of porn on top of said desk, a couple posters of 4CW events, and for some reason a framed picture of Jon Krone front and center. After a few seconds, a man walks into view from the side of the room, a dark green cardigan wrapped around his shoulders and a mug of coffee in his hands. He takes a seat in the leather high-back chair behind the desk, then turns to face the camera.
Skywolf: Oh, hello there. I didn’t see you come in.
He places his coffee on a coaster in front of him, then shuffles a few important-looking papers on his desk, before taking notice of the open laptop.
Skywolf: We’ll just close this for a second.
Skywolf casually reaches over to pull the monitor down.
Skywolf: And take care of that.
He then turns the picture frame around, looks almost longingly at the photo for a moment, and then places it face down on the desk.
Skywolf: Alright, all good. Now, I’m sure you all saw what happened with that...unpleasantness at Summerfest.
Skywolf almost chokes on the thought in disgust, but keeps going.
Skywolf: Believe me, it’s not something I’m proud of, and I’ve assured the Board of Directors that something like that will never happen again. It’s something I wish I could take back somehow, and it’s completely inexcusable that it ever happened in the first place. For my part in that, I am truly sorry, and I hope I can one day earn your forgiveness. As the General Manager of 4CW, I cannot and will not allow actions like that to go unnoticed, or unpunished.
Pausing for a moment in quiet contemplation, Skywolf sighs gently and leans back slightly in his chair.
Skywolf: This has been a difficult decision to make, and I’m sure it won’t be a popular one, but it’s my burden and mine alone. So, it’s with a heavy heart, after days of soul-searching, that I hereby officially resign...
Again he stops, staring down at the desk, before quickly looking right back into the camera lens.
Skywolf: ...myself to banning Gohnny Joldberg from all future 4CW events for life!
A smirk crosses his lips as he rises to his feet.
Skywolf: Whatever he wants to be called, he’s done. As an unsanctioned wrestler not under contract, he attempted to assault the General Manager, putting the lives of our officials at risk in the process. That is unacceptable behavior, and it will not be tolerated in MY 4CW!
Skywolf hammers a fist down in exclamation, but quickly composes himself and sits back down.
Skywolf: Now that we’ve dealt with that, there is one more little announcement I have yet to make. Due to popular demand from you, the fans, I have decided to bring back one of the most beloved matches in our history! That’s right, you talked and I listened, and now I am very, very pleased to announce that the 13 Ghosts Gauntlet Match will be returning this year at Gallows End! And it will be for the 4CW World Championship!
He smiles and holds his arms out like he’s soaking in the applause.
Skywolf: I’m just going to assume everyone is cheering right now, because you probably are. This is one of the most grueling, defining matches any wrestler can be a part of in their career, so it is my distinct honor and privilege to introduce it to this new generation of 4CW wrestlers. And just to make sure everyone experiences the full magnitude of this match, the first announced participant will be none other than...me.
Another smirk, followed by a partial chuckle.
Skywolf: And now that you all know the most important man in the match, here are the rest of them:
Skywolf picks up a rollled-up list on his desk, unravels it and reels off the names as if they are just extras in the match.
Skywolf: Jon Viper, Brian White, Rhys Cain, Phil McGroin, Jacob Scharff, Supreme, Glock Nine, Pilgrim Paige, Eddie Wolfbaine, Dirk Meyer, Senecca and ... oh you gotta be kidding me ... Joey Joe Joe Junior... well screw saying that every time, I'mma go with Quad J. Yeah, him. So these are the twelve men who I will defeat to become the 4CW World Champion.
Skywolf scrumples up the list and throws it in a waste basket behind him without looking.
Skywolf: I wish all of the competitors the best of luck. You will need it.
And with that, the camera cuts to black.
*~*
"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and the usual brash and cocky nature of Phil McGroin is apparent as he comes out onto the stage with Camera Man.
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a 13 Ghost Gauntlet Preview Match! Introducing first, now residing in Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, PHIL ... MCGROIN!!
Some fans cheer, some fans boo, but McGroin doesn't care either way. He soaks in the noise, basking in his own ego before getting into the ring.
Phoenix: Well, McGroin has made a habit of brawling with Glock Nine lately but tonight he has a big challenge in the 2-time 4CW World Champion and Hall of Famer, Rhys Cain! Will he be able to pull off the biggest upset of his career?
Jeffrey: A midget beating a midget isn't that much of an upset!
"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA to a much more unamimous positive reaction from the crowd for McGroin's opponent.
Carson: And his opponent, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS ... CAIN!!
Rhys Cain comes down to the ring soaking up the fans adulation and hits all the hands on the way down the ramp. He slides into the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle, looks out at his "sea" of fans, beats his chest, and jumps down to face his opponent.
Roberts: Rhys Cain is looking to bounce back after losing his rematch for the 4CW World Championship at SummerFest! No doubt he's still feeling the aftermath of that gruelling Hard Knocks Life match with Jon Viper! That could make a big difference tonight!
The referee calls for the bell and this one on one match gets underway. Cain meets McGroin in the middle of the ring with a grapple and the former champion quite quickly overpowers McGroin and throws him backwards. McGroin gets back to his feet and recovers quickly and grins menacingly, before offering a test of strength. Cain agrees to it, and they set up - but McGroin takes a cheap shot by slapping Cain in the face then locking him in a side headlock while laughing. Cain pushes out of the hold fairly quickly but McGroin ducks the clothesline on his return and rolls up Cain with a schoolboy pin!
1...2... NO! Cain regains his composure and kicks out!
The two clash again, this time quicker and rougher, Cain gets McGroin in a headlock and this time McGroin pushes off. Cain rebounds off the ropes and is too quick for McGroin this time as he slips under Phil's arm and hits a Side Effect early into this match! Cain hooks the leg!
1...2... BUT MCGROIN POWERS OUT.
Both men get back to their feet and the crowd applaud the surprisingly even early going of the match. Cain shakes off the cobwebs and locks up with McGroin again and this time, he wastes no time in hooking the leg and hitting a Fisherman's Suplex. McGroin rolls out and gets back to his feet but only falls victim to a belly-to-belly suplex! Cain hooks the leg. 1...2... NO! McGroin kicks out again!
Phoenix: It started off pretty even - but Cain does have more size and power and that's starting to show right now!
Roberts: That's the big match experience from the veteran Cain showing!
Jeffrey: Unlike you faithless doubters, I believe in the man who made a cow tap out! You can do it, Phil!
Cain continues to dominate the tempo of the match as he throws McGroin into the corner and unleashes some knife edge chops, blistering the chest of McGroin. McGroin stumbles out holding his chest and Cain takes him out with an Enziguri! Cain hooks the leg! 1...2....TH--NO! McGroin is not done yet! Cain looks a little surprised that once again McGroin kicked out. Cain brushes his hand through his hair and refocuses, this time locking in the BACK SNAP!!
Phoenix: Cain with the boston crab maneuver that he calls The Back Snap! He's made legends tap out with this move!
Roberts: Will McGroin hold on?!
McGroin roars in agony as The Bruiser applies the pressure on McGroin's back. McGroin takes a few seconds to make progress but he begins to crawl over to the ropes. He struggles for a bit a few inches away, then finally makes one final lunge and gets a hand on the rope. The ref starts to count Cain and he breaks the hold. Suddenly, Glock Nine appears from behind the curtain (to a pretty big pop) and starts to make his way down the ramp. He has a book in his hand.
Jeffrey: Here comes Glock Nine! Why is he out here?! And why does he have a book? I didn't know he could read.
Roberts: I'll tell him you said that! Looks like he's heading this way!
Jeffrey: I dare you James, I dare you. It'll be the last thing you do tonight.
Glock Nine reaches the commentary desk and takes a headset.
Phoenix: Uh - Welcome, Glock Nine!
Glock: Thank you, mae.
Roberts: Can we ask what you're doing out here tonight?
Glock: Well, it's real simple. I'm here to support my good friend Rhys Cain.
Phoenix: Good friend? Excuse me, Glock, but I had no idea you and Cain had ever shared a conversation.
Glock: Oooh yeah, me and Cain go way back. And have you read his book? I've got it here. It's fantastic. It's his autobiography. He calls it "The Dragon's Rage" - catchy title, don't y'all think?
Roberts: It certainly is and now you mentioned it, Cain's book is available on 4CWshop.com! And I believe you can also get them signed by Sery at Seryshop.com!
Jeffrey: If you're all done with shameless plugs, there is a damn match going on here!
Inside the ring, Rhys Cain looks confused by Glock Nine's sudden appearance and when McGroin sees him too, he scowls furiously. He motions for Glock to get out of here, but Glock sits there smugly grinning. McGroin, distracted by Glock, falls victim to another suplex from Cain and hooks the leg! 1...2...no! McGroin kicks out once again. Cain decides it's time for desperate measures and climbs the top turnbuckle. He motions for his rarely used Diving Dropkick, when suddenly Glock Nine gets to his feet and starts banging the commentary table.
Glock: Let's - go - Bruiser!!
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.
Glock: Let's - go - Bruiser!!
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.
Cain frowns at Glock and raises his arms as if to say "What are you doing, man?". Cain turns to face his opponent in the ring again - and realises too late McGroin is on his feet! Phil jumps over onto the ropes and Cain loses his balance, falling and crashing hard on to the mat!
Roberts: And Cain falls from the top! This isn't good!
McGroin stumbles over, takes advantage of the hurt Cain, and takes him out with the Eggcution DDT!!! McGroin hooks the leg as far back as he can!!
Roberts: No way!
ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner... PHIL ... MCGROIN!!!
Jeffrey: Haha! Yes! I knew he could do it!
Roberts: Wow!
Phoenix: Well, I think it's fair to say McGroin just pulled off a HUGE upset here with a pinfall victory over Rhys Cain!
Glock Nine has already pulled the headset off and seems concerned for inadvertently costing Cain the match. As McGroin gets to his feet to celebrate, he is met with a big boot from Glock Nine! Nine grimaces as if to say "my bad" about distracting Cain and rolls out of the ring, going up the ramp looking a bit guilty.
Phoenix: It seems whatever that was with Glock and Cain - that Glock still has a problem with Phil McGroin and is not finished with him yet! Don't go anywhere folks, cos after the break, we're going to hear from Pilgrim Paige, the new 4CW Custom Cup Champion, and find out what her stipulation will be!
*~*
We come back from commercial and we cut backstage, where Gabriel Crowe runs up the hallway to catch up with Rhys Cain.
Crowe: Rhys Cain, do you have anything to say after what happened in your match?
Cain turns, raises a brow and sighs.
Cain: What did happen? I don't even know what that was. So Glock Nine is a fan of my book, that's awesome, but he's coming out there, distracting me - and he obviously still has issues with McGroin - so I'm going to let it go and let them beat the hell out of eachother because I have a bigger fish to fry. In just two short months, I will be part of the 13 Ghost Gauntlet for the 4CW World Championship, and whether the champion is Jon Viper or Brian White, whether I am the first entrant or the last, I will walk out of Gallows End the 4CW World Champion for the third time. And when I do, no-one will remember the fluke win that Phil McGroin just stole.
Cain frustrated, storms off down the hall way as we cut back to the arena.
Carson: Please welcome at this time, the reigning 4CW—
??? (femme; playful): Hello, fellow! How about taking a break? I'll take this one, if you don't mind.
Carson, looking slightly puzzled, obligingly exits the ring. The lights go out, cloaking the arena in darkness as Doom:VS' "Oceans of Despair" begins to roar from the PAs. A few moments later, a waterfall of blue and green sparks begins to rain down from above the stage entrance. Behind the curtain of sparks, glimpses can be seen of a tall woman standing perfectly still. She then begins to walk slowly forward, serenely passing through the pyrotechnical waterfall. Tsukiko Mizuno is utterly unflinching as she does this.
Jeffrey: Wow! That was pretty damn cool, huh, Scott?
Phoenix: A fearless display, a la Bill Goldberg. Wow—I can honestly say I never expected to have any reason to compare Tsukiko Mizuno to Bill Goldberg, but here we are!
Roberts: Y'know—I'm here, too, Ray.
Jeffrey: Ya sure are, skippy! What'd ya think?
Roberts:Actually, I'm just wondering how anyone could walk through that stuff and come out unscathed.
Jeffrey: Hmm. A magic spell? Aaand... science? Plus... ritual gatherings? Maybeee... Magic: The Gathering? Magic ritual science gatherings? Sci—
Phoenix: Stop that.
Dark blue lighting overtakes the arena as Tsukiko, in a chic teal mermaid-cut dress, takes up position at the top of the ramp, holding a microphone. This is met with a mixed smattering of boos and returned woos. A handful of fans nearby angrily wave an assortment of SeryShop paraphernalia in her general direction.
Tsukiko: : It is my great pleasure to introduce to you the reigning 4CW Custom Cup Champiooon... The Golden Pilgrim herself... PAAAIGE!
The crowd immediately launches into loud booing the second "The Astral Dialogue" cuts in over the PA system. Pilgrim Paige's appearance moments later escalates the crowd's intensity. In the dim light, a thick layer of purple fog envelopes the stage as Pilgrim Paige—wearing thin tights under a lacy black skirt, with matching scoop-neck top—begins her stride towards the ramp. Concurrently, a billowing, dark blue fog overtakes the ramp (and Tsukiko's feet). Soon, the two colors bleed into one another. Over the haze, a firework shell ascends, bursting into a huge chrysanthemum with purple tails and a blue/green pistil.
Roberts: The fans have definitely not forgotten or forgiven Paige's deplorable actions at SummerFest. For those who missed it, this lunatic and her little worker bees threw Sery off of the Triple Cage structure, whereby he crashed through our commentary table, right in front of us! Man, I still can't get that image out of my head. The Coven's disgusting attack have put a 4CW veteran out of action. Hell, the man's career may be over!
Jeffrey: Okay, okay! Damn, Roberts. Calm the hell down, alright? I was there, too. And yeah, I know what you're thinking; I must be as over the moon as Paige is—oh, hey, lucked into a pun!—about what happened to Sery. Sure, I never liked the little runt. But I do take it Seryously—sorry, that one was on purpose!—when a competitor's career is on the line. Dude's been in 4CWfor every iteration. He's been around... what? About 7 or 8 years, all told? It's kinda weird not seeing him backstage, dicking around like a... well, like a dick. It's like a piece of furniture's gone—tiny, loud, uncomfortable furniture. Well, hell—I still get nostalgic for bean bag chairs, so... yeah!
Phoenix: Uh... okay, then! That was... sweet?
Paige motions to the title belt around her waist while Tsukiko twirls 360 degrees on one heel, the skirt of her dress dancing about with her. Upon stopping, Tsukiko offers her hand to Paige. The pair join hands, stroll through the low fog and approach the steel stairs. They then take turns ascending the steps and entering the ring. Standing side-by-side at center-ring, both women throw their heads back and simultaneously sound out a loud WOOO as bursts of blue and purple pyro shoot up from the corner posts. The lights go back to normal above and around the ring, but stay oddly dim over the crowd and stage; some fans murmur to each other in response. Tsukiko hands her mic off to Paige, who is met with a chorus of boos. Paige remains unperturbed. In fact, a playful smirk crosses her lips.
Paige: Well, hello to you, too!
At this, the packed Lubbock crowd just gets louder. The freshly minted Custom Cup champion turns in a circle, making an exaggerated pouty face for all to see. Tsukiko, standing nearby, giggles girlishly at this gesture.
Paige: Awww—are you people still super-duper-sad for poor widdle Sery? Well, boo-hoo! At SummerFest, I did precisely what I said I would do. Don't like my methods? Too bad, so sad; they were effective, and everything went even better than I'd imagined. React however you like—do I miss the cheering? Honestly? Kinda. I'm not gonna do the played-out, routine hard-ass speech about how I "don't care what any of you people think of me!" Truth is, I do—but it's all music to my ears, however you respond to me. And you are responding to me. And that's because you can't deny my talents. Whether you're all about me, or all about hating me... I'm still one of the reasons you people buy tickets, or program your DVRs. Oh, yeah! I am one intense miss that you don't wanna miss... and I am your Custom Cup Champion! THE GOLDEN PILGRIM HAS RISEN! Exactly as promised. WOOOOOO!!!
A cacophony of loud boos and heckles sounds out over a small clutch of cheers and congratulatory applause. The Golden Pilgrim scans the audience, nodding emphatically. A broad smile of appreciation develops on Paige's face. Tsukiko seems pleased as well.
Phoenix: Kinda hate to admit it, but Paige has a point.
Jeffrey: And style! That's how you work a crowd. I've said it before: this inflated ego looks good on the Lunar—no, wait—Golden Pilgrim.
Roberts: Well I, for one, am sticking with my shock and disgust.
Paige retrieves a cell phone from behind her title belt's center plate and hands it to Tsukiko. She moves in closer to Paige and begins scrolling with her thumb.
Paige: Alright, alright. Calm yourselves, people! Let's get right down to business: everyone's been wondering what my stipulation is gonna be. Tsukiko has brought along her phone to share some recent tweets bearing the "Golden Pilgrim" and "Lip the Stip" hashtags. Let's see what we have here... hmm. "It'll definitely be an original creation!"—right you are, tomsawyer2120! "It's gonna be so hardcore!"—damn skippy, hippywrasslinfan78! "I don't care what it is, I hate that bitch for what she did to Sery!"—You said it, sisterblister123! That last one isn't really stip-related, but thanks for the feedback! Well, being as you're all so excited, let's end the suspense, shall we? My Custom Cup Championship stipulation may be an oldie ,but it sure is a goodie... the Graveyard by Moonlight match!
The crowd buzzes—some begin murmuring or applauding appreciatively, remembering Paige's unusual stipulation created roughly one year ago that led to an intense, brutal match. On cue, the fog thins out a bit, revealing tombstones littered around ringside; a table with various ritual items on it; and the coup de grace—a large black casket by the ring at ramp-side.
Roberts: Seems a lot of the fans here remember this stipulation—it's a hard one to forget.
Jeffrey: Is it just me, or is that the infamous—and altogether unexplained—human femur on that table? Blech. There's gotta be a story behind that thing! I'm not so sure I want to know to know what it is, though! Ahh, there's a skull, too! Probably from the same person! Maybe Paige has the rest of whoever that was buried in the woods somewhere!
Phoenix: I do so admire your imagination, Ray.
Paige: For the uninitiated, allow me to... shine a light on this stipulation! About the lighting and fog: this is the same atmosphere you can expect to find in a Graveyard by Moonlight match. See all the tombstones and the items on the altar? Those are all legal weapons! That covers the odds and ends. Now, on to the main attraction: the casket! The object of a typical casket match is to stuff your opponent into the casket and close the lid. That's part of this match, too, but that's just the beginning: above the ring will be a big spotlight on a 360-degree rotatable arm. The next part is obvious: to reach it, you need the ladder. Careful—the spotlight doesn't stay in place! So if you lose grip or let go, it'll be right back to facing straight down! To win the match, the spotlight must be manually switched on, then titled to pierce through the fog and fully illuminate the occupied casket. Note that if the casket lid is—or becomes—open and is then illuminated, it doesn't count! And finally—as it was in the first GBM match, outside interference is strictly forbidden. One ring; one ladder; one casket; one spotlight; and a slew of potential weapons. A punishing, barbaric affair, to be sure. ... What's not to love?! WOOO!!!
Paige drops the mic as her music hits again. She then winks at the hard-cam and exits the ring, smiling and walking up the ramp hand-in-hand with Tsukiko.
Phoenix: Well, there you have it, folks. The return of the Graveyard by Moonlight match, repurposed for singles action.
Jeffrey: I'm a little weirded out and whole lot stoked to see this weird-ass match return. WOOO, indeed!
We cut to the inside the backstage area, Skywolf is seen walking through the halls, when he suddenly comes to a complete stop. His jaw drops in shock and his eyes widen, while the camera slowly turns to reveal none other than MONSTAR. MONSTAR is casually picking up thick steel pipes, and just bending them in half, one after another after another.
Skywolf: What the hell are you doing? And why are you doing this? Howww?!
Skywolf stammers, trying to figure out if what he’s seeing is actually really happening. MONSTAR briefly looks at him, then picks up another, bending that one too.
Skywolf: Look, stop it. Put that down!
Skywolf tries to grab one of the pipes away from him, but MONSTAR quickly bends it too, like a frantic dog trying to swallow chocolate before you can get it.
MONSTAR: These are mine. Go away.
Skywolf: They’re not yours. These are 4CW property.
MONSTAR: I brought them from home.
Skywolf looks perplexed for a second, then shakes his head.
Skywolf: I feel like we’re getting a little offtrack here. My point of contention isn’t who these steel pipes belong to that you’re bending with your bare hands-
MONSTAR bends another one. Skywolf slows, but keeps talking.
Skywolf: -but the logistics of how and why it’s happening. So I think we’re gonna have to do a little test on you. I’m assuming you’re okay with needles, judging by...
Skywolf makes an encompassing “all of this” hand gesture.
MONSTAR: No tests.
Skywolf: Jesus, are you kidding me? Those are steels pipes, and you’re...like, just fucking bending them with your bare hands. There’s literally no way I’m not drug testing you.
MONSTAR’s nostrils flare as he drops the steel pipe, and he turns as if to get violent, but Skywolf stands his ground.
Skywolf: And if you refuse, you’ll be suspended indefinitely. How will you afford steel pipes then?
MONSTAR looks back at his pile of bent pipes, then to Skywolf again, finally grunting in acquiescence. As he pushes past to head to the trainer’s room, Skywolf breathes a sigh of relief and follows behind.
Phoenix: Well that was something!
Jeffrey: He's gotta be on the juice man!
Roberts: Maybe he just works really hard in the gym?
Jeffrey: Yeah, I'm sure that's what it is.
Roberts: Yeah you know, I heard of some great regimes -
Jeffrey: I was being sarcastic, dipshit! Shut up, Roberts!
*~*
Carson: The following contest is a preview of the 13 Ghost Gauntlet match and is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena turn to black as the mellow beginnings of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold start to play over the P.A. system. As each ping of the opening instrumentals pierce through the arena, small flashes of lights are triggered one after the other, each on representing a note of the song. As the drums kick in hot and heavy, the flights all flash bright in a rapid motion then die out again. This keeps up with each beat of the drum. As the word nightmare rips through the awaiting crowd, the lights come on full blast and Supreme is standing at the top of the entry way, arms stretched out in anticipation of the boos from the crowd. He saunters down to the ring as the song continues to play.
Carson: Introducing first, hailing from Supremeville, USA, he wants to be referred to as The Best Damn thing to ever happen to Pro Wrestling, he is a former 2x Custom Cup Champion, Former Tag Team Champion, Former 4CW World Heavyweight Champion, and current Hall of Famer, Ladies and Gentlemen welcome … SUPREME!!!!!
Supreme gets into the ring, his usual confidence as blatant as ever as he prepares for his opponent.
"His World" by Crush 40 hits the PA system. A pop from the crowd as the former 4CW Champion makes his way out onto the stage. Jacob comes out in a yellow hoodie, emblazoned on the back with a blue lightning bolt and makes a lightning bolt in the air with chops before heading to the ring.
Carson: And his opponent, residing in Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 260lbs, JACOB ... "THE THUNDERBOLT" ... SCHARFF!!
Scharff gets into the ring and eyes his opponent. They stare at eachother for a short while before Scharff goes to the ropes to taunt for the crowd.
Phoenix: This is somewhat of an exhibition between two former 4CW World Champions - but the fact is, this very match up combination is a possibility in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet - and we're getting a special preview of what the Gauntlet could consist of right now!
Roberts: These two will both have confidence they can pull the win over the other - but there can be only one winner!
The bell rings when the referee is satisfied they are both ready and the match gets underway! Scharff and Supreme circle each other, to get used to the others' movements and stance, before they clash in the center of the ring with a lock up. They go back and forth with the momentum of the grapple, until Supreme gets Scharff up into the corner. The ref signals for Supreme to break the hold, and he does, with his arms innocently up in the air - before landing a sneaky elbow to the face of Scharff. The ref gets in Supreme's face warning him to behave and the ref moves away just in time for Scharff to charge at Supreme and take him down with a Lou Thesz Press.
Supreme eats a few punches from Scharff before reversing the momentum and ending up on top and transitioning into a mat hold, locking Scharff's head under his arm. Supreme continues to apply pressure on the hold until Scharff finds some adrenaline and starts to wrestle his way out of Supreme's grip, turning the tables and taking down Supreme with a side headlock take-down. Scharff applies pressure on his own hold, but in this even match up, Supreme emulates Scharff's escape and the two end up separated again and standing off, begrudgingly acknowledging the other's expertise.
Phoenix: It seems both men here are begrudgingly respecting the other's skills.
Jeffrey: Just wait a little, that "respect" will soon turn into violence and hatred, my two favourite things in a wrestling match!
The two lock up again, but this time, Scharff gets the upper hand pretty quicky, and decides not to go the technical wrestling route, instead sending Supreme to the ropes and taking him out with a savage Lariat upon his return! Scharff hooks the leg. 1...2 - NO! A fairly quick kick out from Supreme. Scharff stays on the offence, taking out the seated Supreme with a dropkick from the ropes and following it up with another hook of he leg. 1.. NO! Supreme kicks out even earlier this time! Scharff lifts up the former 4CW Champion and sends him to the ropes again.
Scharff bends over for a back body drop - but Supreme sees it coming, stops in his tracks - and boots Scharff straight in the face! Scharff holds his face and staggers which gives Supreme a chance to slip behind and hit a German Suplex! Supreme hook the leg! 1...2... NO! Scharff powers out!
Roberts: Some back and forth near falls from these two tough former World Champions!
Phoenix: There's gonna have to be something big to separate these two!
Supreme gets back up and lifts up The Thunderbolt. He puts him in position for a suplex but Scharff blocks with an inside leg. Scharff reverses the momentum and takes out Supreme with a suplex of his own. Supreme is quick to recover and right back on his feet - but he eats a spinning backfist! The strike staggers Supreme, who then falls victim to a second Lariat from Scharff. Scharff hook the leg 1..2... NO! Supreme kicks out!
Phoenix: What a brutal spinning-back-fist-lariat combination! But Supreme still found the power to kick out!
Scharff decides it's time to close this match by trying to get the crowd pumped as he builds his own adrenaline too. He waits for Supreme to get up, positions himself behind for the Angle Slam that he calls the Thunder Drop - but Supreme manages to wriggle out of Scharff's grasp and reverses with a bridging German Suplex! Supreme keeps the bridge up for a fall. 1...2.. NO! Scharff kicks out! Supreme stays in charge, quickly getting back on the attack and hits another German Suplex, this time releasing for extra impact! Supreme isn't finished yet though, he picks up Scharff once again and this time he hits a Fisherman Suplex into a bridge!!
Phoenix: There's the Supreme Compromise!! Is that all she wrote for The Thunderbolt?!
The referee counts the bridge... ONE... TWO.... TH--NO!!
Roberts: Scharff has had to dig deep to kick out of that one!! But he's in a bad way right now!
Supreme bangs the mat in frustration but decides not to dwell on it too much, instead grabbing Scharff and setting up and locking in the Texas Cloverleaf submission!!
Jeffrey: Supreme Demise is locked in!! I don't think Scharff is getting out of this one!!
Supreme locks the move in tight and applies as much pressure as he can. Scharff looks distorted and in pain as he stretches his arm almost pointlessly towards the rope! He is simply too far away to reach! Scharff raises his arm, seemingy to tap, but battles with his own judgment and decides not to... he struggles for a few secons more, then, suddenly, he manages to flip the situation, rolling on his back, tripping over Supreme and hooking the legs with a sort of modifiied roll up pin!
ONE... TWO... NO!! Supreme manages to make a lucky escape and avoid embarrassment with a kickout!
Phoenix: Supreme was almost caught out there! You can't let your guard down for a second with wrestlers of this calibre!
Both men get to their feet almost at the same time and Scharff attempts a third Lariat. Supreme ducks and goes to the ropes and on his return he goes for the Roaring Elbow known as the SUPREME ANNOYANCE - but Scharff is ready for it - he ducks under, and hits a spinning backfist to the back of Supreme's head!! Supreme falls to his knees, Scharff grabs him and hits with sudden impact the SONICBOOM DDT!
Phoenix: There is it! The Sonicboom! Supreme DRILLED into the mat!
Scharff wastes no time in hooking the leg, the referee counts -
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner, JACOB .. .THE THUNDERBOLT... SCHARFF!!
Roberts: What a hard-earned victory from Jacob Scharff!
Phoenix: Honestly, that match could have gone either way! If Supreme had hit the Supreme Annoyance it could have gone differently!
Jeffrey: All I can say is if the 13 Ghost Gauntlet has any combinations as exciting as that, we're in for a treat!
In the ring, Jacob Scharff struggles to get to his feet and stumbles over to the ropes, celebrating his victory. He lifts Supreme up to his feet directly after, stares at him for a moment, gives an approving nod, and leaves the ring.
Phoenix: Well, they didn't exactly shake hands but - it's clear Scharff respects the effort it took to beat Supreme! Folks, don't go anywhere, we'll be back after this short break!
*~*
We are backstage again and Lord Skywolf meets MONSTAR outside the trainer's room.
Skywolf: Well, first of all, we have a damn quick drug testing system. Your results are in.
MONSTAR looks indifferent.
Skywolf: The thing is, I know your juicing, but fuck me, your results came back clean. I don't know how you pulled that off, but I'm on to you.
Skywolf walks off with a sigh like he's sick of the constant trouble this new role causes him. Meanwhile, good ol' Janitur is absent-mindedly mopping the floor, not even looking up, when he accidentally runs his mop against MONSTAR's boot. MONSTAR snaps his head around and glares at Janitur.
Janitur: Oh man, Me am sorry. Me didn't see you there, buddy.
MONSTAR roars, suddenly snapped and decks Janitur with a nasty clothesline. He then grabs Janitur by one arm and drags him along the floor and passes Skywolf on his way, with Janitur moaning and groaning.
Skywolf: What the - ?
MONSTAR: I'm having a match right now.
Skywolf: I - I mean - I can't stop you, so whatever, man.
The arena goes pitch black, four spotlights appear circling around the arena searching for something.
The screen lights up with bright white lettering…. PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT…
The loud speakers boom out a deep voice…
“The following wrestler is not suitable for all ages
There will be Blood
There will be Violence
There will be no……. Senecca! “
Suddenly the arena goes bright, the house lights coming on… In the middle of the ring a man stands…His foot is placed upon a prosthetic mask… and he wears a jacket, dinem with shreds of it missing, red stains cover it. He brings a microphone from his hand up to his lips.
“Nope, Not him. It’s Dirk Meyer again. You guys just thought I was some sort of joke?”
Dirk Meyer looks down at the prostectic mask under his heel, grinding his foot into it.
“For months… years even he’s had me under this… control… Under a mask of who I actually am. And now is my chance to finally get my revenge. So Senecca, get out here now!”
The arena turns dark and the four spotlights begin to search the crowd again… The screen lights up white… PARENTAL ADVISORY…
The spotlights pan to the stage and there is…. No One… The lights come back on in the arena. Dirk Meyer stands in the ring, sucking his teeth as he walks over to the turnbuckle and is handed a mic by the stagehand.
“Senecca. You made me a mockery. Do you remember the monster I was when I first got here? What was it, a decade ago? Do you remember how I tore apart Fish? How I was able to take advantage of his woman. Do you remember the fiend inside me? Get out here and face them!”
Dirk Meyer tosses the mic as the arena goes black. Four lights spudder around the crowd, illuminating people looking back and forth with confused faces… PARENTAL ADVISORY… The spotlights pan to the entrance way… And… Zilch…
Dirk looks to the referee, rolling his eyes. He pulls off his jacket and throws it on the ground, marching back to the corner to grab the mic again.
“What are you? Scared? Senecca? A coward? You fear me? I thought I was just your little demon. The one who was supposed to stack up all the pieces for you to knock them down, build up your BIG CHAMPIONS SURPRISE RETURN. Well? I did, and you couldn’t hold it together. You could NEVER hold it together without me. Now get out here!
The four spotlights start searching the crowd again, and start to center themselves on the stage… PARENTAL ADVISORY… And nothing… When the lights come back on, the referee is already in the corner. Leaning over to the ring announcer…
Carson: And your winner… by Forfeit… DIRK MEYER!!
Dirk smirks in the ring and raises his hand the referee walks over to hold it up and Dirk snatches it out of his reach, he takes a large inhale through his nose, and walks through the ropes to head to the back…
Phoenix: Well, I don't really know what to make of this! Meyer betrays Senecca, then calls him out, and Senecca is nowhere to be seen! ]
Jeffrey: That's because Senecca is probably at home, hiding under his desk or something. He's scared of Meyer!
Roberts: Well, I dunno about that.
Jeffrey: You don't know about a lot of things you stupid some of a bitch.
As Meyer walks up the ramp, MONSTAR spills out of Gorilla position, dragging a limp lifeless Drunken Janitur alongside him. Dirk stares as MONSTAR passes him on the way to the ring obviously with a mission…
Phoenix: Well - I guess we're having a match! If you can call what will no doubt be a massacre between MONSTAR and Janitur a "match".
MONSTAR finally gets down to the ring, picks Janitur up in a gorilla press position and throws him over the top rope and into the ring. As MONSTAR gets in the ring, a referee runs down the ramp and slides in. Janitur climbs to his feet as the bell is rung.
Janitur protests innocence, but is flattened with another clothesline. MONSTAR unleashes with a whip to the ropes and a back body drop and follows it up with a big splash. Janitur is already out cold when MONSTAR stamps around the mat. Somehow, this not only brings Janitur around but also makes him scream in agony as he bounces around. MONSTAR grabs him and locks him in a bear hug, and Janitur taps virtually instantly.
Carson: Here is your winner... MONSTAR!!
Phoenix: Well - we have a winner! Not that it is a surprise in the slightest!
Roberts: This man is one mean machine! Just a good diet and hard exercise! What a physique!
*~*
Phoenix: Welcome back to Storm Front ladies and gentlemen, and before our main event gets underway, after the events of Cain vs McGroin earlier tonight, I have had it confirmed to me that Phil McGroin and Glock Nine will settle their differences once and for all at Gallows End! They will go one on one - in the traditional Gallows Pole Match! It's the match to end all feuds and we will find out once and for all which of them has the other's number! Next week, we will have a contract signing for that very match! And now, it's TIIIME, for our main event!
The lights lower to blackness as "Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin begins. The music breaks down before suddenly bursting to full volume again as the lights and pyros go into action. Brian 'The Freight Train' White bursts onto the stage punching the air as the crowds pop in anticipation to the match. Tommy saunters out behind White, his arms outstretched, encouraging the crowds reactions. The titantron package has been modifies so that the train is more reminiscent of the back to the future steam train with a laughing skill on the front instead of the fog light and flames pouring from it's sides. This is punctuated by scenes of White dominating his matches, spearing Paige, slamming Rhys Cain, smashing a chair into Bally Hoo and the like.
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger; being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Young... from Barry, South Wales and weighing in at 400lbs, he is the 4CW Universal Champion ... BRIAN ... "THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAIN" ... WHITE!!
They make their way towards the ring: White with a determined smirk and well-polished Univeral title belt at his waist; Tommy winking over the top of his sunglasses at any pretty lady he sees on his way down the ramp.
Roberts: Tonight, Universal Champion Brian White seeks to lay claim to Viper's World Championship belt. I can't help but wonder what his thoughts are going into this huge—perhaps the biggest—match of his career thus far.
Jeffrey: Personally, I'm thinking he's walking into this with all the confidence in the world. Freight Train's been a-rollin' over everything in his path for some time now. Tonight, he's gonna be in there with the most merciless, never-say-die lunatic prick in 4CW. You've heard of The Mountain vs. The Viper, yeah? If it weren't for a ref and a rulebook, I have no doubt this match would get more bloody and gruesome than that was! Hell, even with classic one-on-one rules, I still feel like this arena is gonna be nothing but rubble and ash when this one's done!
White enters the ring and throws his arms wide as he sneers at the crowd. The reaction is heavily mixed and White takes it all in. Tommy saunters around ringside to woo some impressionable young women in the front. He leans—insouciant as ever—against the barricade, occasionally glancing to the ring as he chats them up.
White paces around the ring, his arms still outstretched, allowing the entire crowd to get a good look. The music fades out and he awaits the presence of Jon Viper.
"Almost Honest" by Megadeth hits the PA system. Jon Viper comes out from the curtain, to a chorus of boos (and the odd sprinkling of cheers from the adult male portion of the crowd). He motions to the belt around his waist and makes his way down to the ring.
Carson: And his opponent, hailing from Madison, Wisconsin and weighing in at 220lbs... he is the 4CW World Heavyweight Champion JOOOON ... VIPER!!
Viper saunters down the ramp, soaking up the loud, passionate response of the 4CW faithfuls. The jeering and negative fan signage, though dominant, are met with a noticeable smattering of cheers and approval.
Phoenix: For any new viewers watching at home who are unsure what to expect from the upcoming title match, allow me break it down... all hell is about to break loose. This is a high-stakes contest between two of the toughest, stiffest competitors that I've ever borne witness to. Brian White has a history in bare-knuckle fight contests in the south of Wales. A history of dominance, at that. Now, we all know that any closed-fisted strikes would result in immediate disqualification from this contest, and with the world heavyweight championship on the line, I don't imagine White doing any such thing here tonight. That fact affects exactly none of the myriad other means of offense he has, nor his incredible resiliency. On the other side of the coin, you've got Jon Viper, the defending champion. This guy is a veteran of the squared circle with a chip on his shoulder the size of Brian White himself. That chip is mostly reserved for Rhys Cain these days, but Viper's mean streak runs like venom through his veins. He's egotistical, ruthless, and deceivingly tough in his own right.
Jeffrey: Well said, Scott. I'd also like to share my own personal perspective: this is gonna be fucking awesome!
Some fans hold out their hands for him to high five but he ignores them all, instead walking down to the ring with a mean-spirited focus on the match ahead. He rolls into the ring and raises his arms while facing the hard-camera side of the ropes, much to the displeasure of the crowd. Viper cracks his neck and limbers up as his theme song fades out. White removes his title belt and tosses it down to Tommy, who strikes a cheesy pose with it for his new "friends". Viper removes his World Championship belt and holds it out to the nervous-looking referee standing a few feet away. Viper spits vitriol at the ref as he cautiously retrieves the belt, warning the poor man not to scratch or tarnish it with his "dirty mat-slappers". The ref holds the belt aloft for the audience to see, pivoting after a few seconds so as to display it clearly to all in attendance rather than, say, just the hard cam side. The challenger and the champion stare each other down for a few moments. Before the ref can even finish his second pivot, an annoyed-looking Viper snatches the title out of his hands and throws it in the vague direction of the time-keeper. The belt instead careens into the ring bell, sounding it off with a sharp "PING!. After a shared look of exasperation between the keeper and the ref, the latter just shrugs and declares that the match has started.
Roberts: Well, so much for not scratching the belt, huh? I mean, th–
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! Viper does what he wants, when he wants and holds nothing back. That's why he's the champ right now.
Neither competitor wastes any time jumping into action—White and Viper charge straight at each other. At the last possible moment, Viper pulls off a smooth baseball slide and rises up behind his opponent, laying into him with clubbing blows to the small of the back. An attempt at locking in an elevated sleeper hold on the 6-foot-8, 400lb Welshman yields only a snapmare throw from Brian White, flipping the champ down to the canvas. Freight Train hits the rope and comes back with a high leg drop that barely misses Viper as he rolls to one side. Both men, still fresh, are quick to their feet—but Viper is a single step ahead of White and throws a hard knife edge chop that elicits a hearty "WOOO!" from the crowd. A second Kobashi-like chop puts a brief grimace on Freight Train's face. A third chop is blocked by White, who delivers a resounding chop of his own that rocks Viper off-balance. Further chops from the challenger send Viper reeling—and result in a deeply reddened chest. Out of nowhere, he lashes out with a wild haymaker that White narrowly avoids. Freight Train, looking annoyed, drives a knee into Viper's ribs, then grabs him by the neck and roughly shoves him away. With some momentary distance gained, the challenger charges forward and nails a crushing clothesline that turns the champ inside-out!
Roberts: Freight Train, comin' through!
Phoenix: And how! Like I said earlier, don't anticipate any half-hearted hits in this contest.
Viper quickly rolls to the ring apron and pulls himself up to one knee, using the ropes for balance. White is there to meet him, reaching over the ropes and clamping a massive right hand over the seasoned veteran's left shoulder, painfully lifting him up to a full stance. Freight Train hooks on a front facelock and sets up for a vertical suplex. He hoists Viper high into the air, straight up, then takes one step back... and brutally slams him down onto the top rope, ribs-first. Fighting the pain, Viper grabs the rope and wearily finds his feet. White swings both his arms out straight from his sides and head-claps the defending champion. Jon Viper appears quite dazed—like his legs might give way beneath him any moment. But on pure adrenaline, the vicious Viper whirls around on the apron and hammers the big man with a wicked spinning backfist, catching White straight in the temple. Freight Train staggers to the nearest corner as Viper's legs finally do buckle. He crumples to the floor below like a discarded ragdoll. The ref begins his count...
Phoenix: Frankly, I don't like the man, but Viper just struck Brian White hard enough to rock him off balance. I am—begrudgingly—very impressed.
Jeffrey: Man! Neither one of these guys is giving an inch. My money's still on Viper—it'd take a steam roller to take the dude out!
Roberts: How about a steam Train, though?
Jeffrey: SHUT UP, ROBER—hey, wait a minute! I can actually respond this particular bout of verbal diarrhea without any cartoon... steam—that one's for you, Roberts—shooting out of my ear-holes. Ahem! Most cargo trains nowadays are electric, or run on diesel—or a combination of both. The more you know, huh?!
Phoenix: Uhhh... thanks for that, Ray.
Jeffrey: Just doin' my job, Scott. Wanna hear about the Industrial Revolution?
The Industrial Revolution will have to wait—at the count of six, Viper pulls himself up onto the apron and rolls back into the ring, laying on the canvas near a corner. Bit by bit, he gains a vertical base using the turnbuckles for help. By this time, White has regained his composure quite well, resting against a turnbuckle in the corner opposite Viper, and has been watching his opponent with a vague expression; perhaps a sort of amusement, or maybe something like respect. Maybe both.
Jeffrey: Nevermind—this is waaay more interesting! Screw industry!
Phoenix: Industry is why you're here right now, Ray. Industry and passion.
Jeffrey: Passion for James' mom is why I'm here, Scott.
The two men meet each other at center ring. The crowd is very divided, with some urging on White and others rallying behind Viper. The tension is palpable as each man stares the other down. After a long moment, White does a "just bring it" hand gesture, a la The Rock. Viper's chosen response is an even more universally familiar hand gesture. The Freight Train chuckles at this, which starts Viper running off at the mouth. Then, mid-sentence, he suddenly stops... and spits in White's face. The big Welshman seems to take umbrage with Viper's indignant action, judging from the sudden scoop slam White delivers. Viper pops back up to his feet and nimbly turns on his heel to face his challenger, whose face is tight with newfound anger. White grabs an arm and whips Viper into the ropes, then leaps forward with a massive shoulder tackle on the rebound! White drops down into a cover...
One...
Two...
Kick-out!
Roberts: The momentum seems to be shifting to Freight Train, let's see where it takes him!
Unperturbed, White continues his assault by stomping Viper's already reddened chest a few times, perhaps trying to leave a nice footprint as well. Freight Train has an intense, pissed-off look on his face. In a rage, he drops to his knees and wraps his huge hands around Viper's throat—a blatant choke. The ref begins counting....
One... Two... Three... Four... F—the referee stops at the last "ff" of his five-count.
At the very last possible moment, White relinquishes the hold, drawing his arm far back and into the air to guarantee the official doesn't make a call on him. Standing, Freight Train steps back a few paces, looking at his hand as though he's never seen it before. White doesn't have long to think on the nature of his actions: the ref soon strides over and gives him a tongue-lashing about the near-DQ, noting that he will put a stop to the match if made to do so. From somewhere around the timekeeper's table, Tommy's voice shouts in the direction of the ring, saying something about "not playing into Viper's game". White nods to no one in particular, returning all of his focus onto Jon Viper, who has taken this time to recuperate in a far corner.
Phoenix: White should pay heed to those words. Viper is highly proficient in keeping his opponents off-balance, both literally and figuratively. Keeping a clear head keeps you in your wheelhouse. Succumbing to anger and frustration leads to mistakes. That was some good advice.
Viper seems to be having trouble catching his breath. White takes a deep breath of his own, then takes off for the corner. Viper suddenly rolls through to his left, visibly smirking at the audience, tapping the side of his head to denote his intelligence in having tricked Brian White. All the while, Viper is unaware of the Freight Train's presence right behind him; unaware that White also faked his opponent out, having come to a screeching halt in front of the turnbuckles at the same time Viper rolled away.
Jeffrey: Ahh! Look behind you! Or... don't look behind you! Ahh this is gonna be bad!
Viper, in fact, doesn't get a chance to turn around. Freight Train quickly scoops him up high in the belly-to-back position, then brings the failed trickster back down with an atomic drop. A pained noise escapes Viper's lips for only a second, then is cut off entirely. In the same moment, Viper turns the velocity of his landing into momentum of his own—as soon as his feet touch canvas, he leans forward and takes off for the ropes, his pained expression now replaced by total focus. White hasn't even had time to rise up from his kneeling position when Viper rebounds from the ropes and delivers a sickening step-up enzuigiri! Viper covers...
One...
Viper tries desperately to hook a tree trunk-like leg...
Two...
His grip slips...
Th—kickout!
Jeffrey: Woo-ooh, that was a close one! Champ's on a second wind, baby.
Wasting no time, Viper rushes to the apron and swiftly climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Viper measures his man and dives forward, driving the point of his elbow into Brian White's sternum. Comically, Viper actually ricochets off of White's chest upon impact and lands on his ass, momentarily looking like a confused child in a rapidly-deflating bouncy house. Some fans in attendance chuckle at this, with one particularly loud Texas native declaring, "That was 'bout the funniest damned thing I seen all week!" This brings on a brief wave of laughter. On instinct, Freight Train gingerly turns to one side. Seeing this, Viper scrambles on all fours to White's fallen form, pulls him back to a supine position (with audible effort) and covers again...
One...
Two...
White pushes Viper up and off of him so hard, the 220-pound Wisconsinite straight-up tumbles out of the ring on the side opposite the hard cam—some of whom make their opinions on his earlier actions heard. Viper, as before, quickly rises to his feet... and slaps the ring apron in frustration. Another smattering of chuckles from the audience sets Viper off altogether. He sets about banging his fists on the apron, throwing an apparent tantrum. He even grabs the ring curtain and pulls on it, fruitlessly, from one corner.
Roberts: Jon Viper is totally losing it!
Phoenix: Nobody likes to be made to look foolish. In a surprising turn of events, Brian White has managed to get into Viper's head!
Viper now turns his attention on the fans in the front row, tearing up Freight Train fan signage and cussing out the increasingly lively and loud Lubbock crowd. White rolls to ringside near the ramp to break the 10-count. For a while, he just watches the scene unfold, looking quite amused. Viper soon hits a low point (and possible supervillain territory) when he saunters up to a young mother and her wee tot, who is eating the world's most adorably miniscule stick of cotton candy—and snatches the sugary treat out of her tiny hands. The girl—unsurprisingly—begins to cry. The audience—also unsurprisingly—begins to boo. The mother—somewhat surprisingly—slaps Viper upside the head like a misbehaving child... or rather, a misbehaving child who can take multiple chair shots. Viper shrugs; leans against the steel steps; eats the cotton candy in one go; and then takes a massive stinger splash, courtesy of one "Freight Train" Brian White!
Phoenix: Well, that's one way to stop a bully!
Jeffrey: No fair! His mouth was full! He could've choked!
White unceremoniously dumps Viper onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. Freight Train quickly pulls his prostrate prey up by the head and sets him up in a standing headscissors position. White then wraps his powerful arms around Viper's waist and hoists him up high—perfect powerbomb territory.
Roberts: Train Crash could end this match right here, right now!
Jeffrey: They say everything's bigger in Texas, and Freight Train's big enough as it is! Supersizing a move like this from a guy like that could hospitalize someone!
Freight Train charges towards center ring with Viper limply bobbing about, nearly 7 feet up in the air! Just as White is about to plant Viper hard into the mat, the challenger feels Viper's legs lock firmly around his neck. White pumps the breaks and wisely delivers a clubbing blow to Viper's rosy, aching chest, driving his upper body away and downward; ultimately, the coiled Viper finds himself upside-down and staring into the enthralled audience. A hard overhead chop causes Viper to yell out upon impact—but still, the hold will not loosen. As White raises his tiring arm for a third strike, Viper impressively performs a makeshift sit-up, bringing his upper body inward and up. For one tense moment, the two men stare each other down—champion and challenger. Insolent to the bitter end, Jon Viper ferociously backhands Brian White across the face, then drops back to a hanging position. White ignores the pain and attempts to unlace Viper's legs—but still, the improvised necklock is held fast. A large portion of the crowd begins cheering White on. Feeding off the audience, Freight Train manages to apply a sort of bearhug on Viper, squeezing hard. White now turns on his heel, trying to gain his bearings. Unable to turn his neck, White shuffles his feet in order to turn his whole body in the direction of the nearest rope. Viper—trapped in Freight Train's grip—eyes the ropes as well. White now focuses all of his remaining strength on making it to the rope straight ahead of him. One step... two steps... slower and shorter each time. A minute into the hold, Brian White finds himself only a few feet away from his target rope. Short of breath, Viper catches on and grabs onto the bottom rope just ahead.
Roberts: Neither one of these guys has any give whatsoever!
Jeffrey: Irresistible force, meet stubborn-ass object. Jon Viper, gettin' clingier than my ex-wife!
Phoenix: Didn't that last like, a half hour and then you never heard from her again?
Jeffrey: Longest 30 minutes of my life!
Finally, the dueling holds are released and both combatants take a moment to collect their bearings. Soon enough, they're clubbing away at each other on the ropes. Viper gains the edge when he kicks White in the shin, taking him off-balance. Viper hits the far rope and returns with an attempted cross body, but White is there to catch him and toss him overhead in a huge fallaway slam that turns Viper inside-out! Freight Train then takes up the far corner, opposite the disoriented defending champion's place fsce-down on the mat. White lets out a "WOO WOOOO" and lowers his stance, leaning low and forward while stomping one big combat boot on the canvas.
Roberts: Runaway Train, on a one-way track!
Jeffrey: Yeaaah... I still hate that song. Argh, now it's in my head! Dammit, James!
The second Viper finds his feet, Freight Train takes off, full speed ahead. White plows into his opponent's ribs, smashing him into the mat with a monstrous spear that sends Viper's head bouncing off the bottom rope—and White's own head into the bottom turnbuckle! Viper is laid out cold and the referee rushes over to check on Viper, then White, whose eyes are glazed over. The ref drops to his knees and asks White how many fingers he's holding up, to which Freight Train replies by pushing him aside and groggily telling him to do his damn job. White drags Viper's motionless body away from the ropes and wearily drapes an arm...
One...
Two...
Three!
The bell rings and Carson pipes up on the mic as the ref retrieves the belt from a very flustered timekeeper.
Carson: Here is your winner... and the NEW 4CW World Heavyweight Champion... Brian "The Freight Train" WHIIITE!
Phoenix: We have a new world champion, folks!! BRIAN WHITE HAS DONE IT! White's quest for more titles has taken him to the gold at the end of the rainbow tonight. Congratulations to Brian White! He's now a DOUBLE 4CW Champion!
Jeffrey: I... wow! Damn, that one really coulda went either way for almost all of it, huh?
Roberts: A very hard-fought and quite even match, for sure. They left it all in the ring here tonight.
Jeffrey: Viper's gonna be livid when he learns how this one panned out! Hell, both these guys could have concussions after that. Come to think of it, someone better take the mat to a medic, too. What a barbaric finish that was!
The camera closes out the show showing White in the middle of the ring, exhausted, but victorious, with both titles lifted in the air, one in each hand.
Quick Results:
-Phil McGroin def Rhys Cain
-Dirk Meyer def Senecca via forfeit
-MONSTAR def Janitur
-Jacob Scharff def Supreme
-Brian White def Jon Viper to become the NEW 4CW World Champion
Writing Credit:
-Brian White Opening Segment - Gorgrim
-Skywolf 13 Ghosts Announcement - Wolfie
-Rhys Cain vs Phil McGroin - Rhys
-Cain Interview - Rhys
-Pilgrim Paige Custom Cup Stipulation Segment - Paige
-Skywolf/MONSTAR segment - Wolfie
-Supreme vs Scharff - Rhys
-Skywolf/MONSTAR/Janitur Segment - Rhys
-Meyer v Senecca match/segment - RD
-MONSTAR vs Janitur - Rhys
-World Title: Viper (c) vs White - Paige
RP Judges:
Rhys
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