4CW Storm Front - Oct 1, 2017

4CW Presents... Storm Front
Live from Saitama Super Arena - Tokyo, Japan
Oct 1, 2017
Att: 32,045

"Vertigo" by Eclips plays as the opening video package for Storm Front plays. We see clips of 4CW entrances such as Brian White, Supreme, Pilgrim Paige, Rhys Cain, Jon Viper. Then more clips of people fighting in the ring: Glock Nine, Eddie Wolfbaine, Phil McGroin, Senecca, Tsukiko.  More final clips of the likes of MONSTAR, Sery, Janitur, Dirk Meyer etc. Finally, we see Brian White holding both his championships as the package ends and we go live to the arena.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome - to 4CW Storm Front!! We are one month away from Gallows End! 13 Ghost Gauntlet! Gallows Pole match! The road to all this and more continues at it's last stop tonight, the Saitama Super Arena, we're in Tokyo, Japan! I'm Scott Phoenix, and I am  joined by my broadcast partners James Roberts -
Roberts: Hello!
Phoenix: - and Ray Jeffrey!
Jeffrey: *grunts*

The camera focuses on Carson the ring announcer in the middle of the ring.

Carson: Introducing at this time, accompanied by Tommy Young... he is your 4CW Universal and Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOORLD! BRIAN, "THE FREIGHT TRAIN", WHIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!

Phoenix: This is going to be interesting, hearing from our new world champ tonight. He told us what he was going to do last month, and like the man or not, he delivered!
Jeffrey: I told you he was gonna do it! Double. Champion. I bet he'll hold 'em for a long time, too!
Roberts: Well, he's got to go through the Thirteen Ghosts Gauntlet, remember...
Jeffrey: Starting early with the inane comments, aren't we, Roberts? I know that, so just shut it!

"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin starts as the lights are lowered, until it abruptly dies down. A dramatic pause, then the track punches back up and pyro goes off on stage. A video package highlights Brian White's strength and abilities, interspersed with a steam train with a laughing flaming skull on it's front running at full tilt along its tracks. Brian White appears with both belts held high over his head with Tommy Young coming behind, before dropping the belts to his shoulders and slapping them a few times as he focuses on the ring. White ignores the crowd as he deliberately walks to the ring, stepping over the ropes as the song fades out. Tommy saunters down with a smirk, ignoring the crowd the same as White, and joins White in the ring.

White saunters around the ring a few times, holding both belts high in the air; basking in his own ego to the sounds of appreciative applause being complemented by a smattering of mixed vocal replies from the Saitama crowd. His face breaks into a wide grin, showboating to the mass of people in attendance. Tommy approaches his grinning friend and with a smirk of his own, hands the big man a microphone. Dropping both belts over his shoulders again, White takes the mic and raises it to his mouth.

White: I told you all what was gonna happen! I warned Viper what was gonna happen to him! And just like everyone else, he saw me and assumed 'oh, he's big so he must be slow and dumb too!'

White chuckles and the crowd applauses politely.

White: Well, guess what, I've had a life time of people assuming that same thing! From the bare knuckle fights down Barry docks to your vaunted 4CW veterans right here, and every last one of em ended up looking up at me from their backs, watching my arms get raised in victory!

Roberts: He's got a point there, he's taken down some of the biggest names in this companies history!
Jeffrey: Yeah, we know Captain Obvious; we were present for all of it...

White: Some of those vets even tried to screw me, but all they managed to do was make me stronger.

Freight Train looks down at the Universal championship belt with a possessive look.

White: And some just try to out-nasty me!

He looks at the 4CW Heavyweight championship belt and sneers.

White: Well, Jon, let me know how that turns out for ya! Ahahaha!

White winks at Tommy, who sniggers in turn.

White: And it seems I only have one more to go before I complete the set! Would be a shame not to though, eh Tommy?

Tommy nods, openly grinning and sniggering.

Phoenix: Well, it seems our new champion is still not content!

Jeffrey: You got that right! And why should he be?
Roberts: Seems a bit greedy to me...
Jeffrey: Who cares, and didn't I tell you to can it earlier...

White: Well, it shouldn't be a problem to go pick up that Custom Cup belt, heh! It's only Paige who's the champ anyway. Easy pickings! Hahaha!

White and Tommy share a laugh just as the lights go out..

Agalloch's "The Astral Dialogue" roars over the speakers to a divided response in the packed Saitama Super Arena.

Roberts: I think Paige has heard enough of this!

The lights go up as Paige and Tsukiko hit the stage. The 4CWtron plays The Coven's intro video as the women reach the top of the ramp, standing side-by-side.

Jeffrey: I'm no mathematician, but that's only two forest-dwellers. Where's Hazel tonight? Did she get distracted licking some lucky TSA at the airport and miss her flight?

Tsukiko twirls on one heel, clasping Paige's hand upon stopping. They stride down the ringside together. Paige then ascends the steps, gestures to the title belt around her waist and enters the ring. Tsukiko comes round ringside and slides in with a mic.

Tsukiko: It's been a long time since I've been back to visit, Tokyo! It is good to be back in the Land of the Rising Sun. Futatabi o ai dekite yoidesu! WOOO!!!

A characteristically polite round of applause and even a handful of returned WOOOS from the big Tokyo crowd.

Tsukiko: Now, on to current business. We've got Brian White out here with a mic, holding the audience hostage with words. Ho-ly SHIT! What a unique, unheard of occurrence! It's as though a rare white elk just wandered down the ramp... and proceeded take a massive dump in the middle of the ring!

Roberts: Whoa! Tsukiko Mizuno's got bite! Paige's snark is definitely rubbing off on her.
Jeffrey: Ugggh. Shut up, Roberts! Seriously, your voice is grating and I'm still jet-lagged. God-damn I need sleep! Uhh.. wait, what did she say? Oh, right; something about rubbing. Insert sexual innuendo here! I'm gonna catch some Z's...
Ray slumps over onto the table.
Phoenix: Wake the hell up, Ray. We're on the air!
Jeffrey: Argh! Oh, alright. I was in for a nice dream, too! I guess James' mom in Princess Leia cosplay is gonna have to wait a few more hours...

Tsukiko: Sadly, such rarity from our dear Freight Train is not the reality, is it? It's a constant. Well I, for one, am sick of this shit!

A decent bit of applause from the crowd; a bit more emphatic this time. Tsukiko turns about, nodding to the crowd in appreciation. Tsukiko then hands the mic off to Paige, who has been staring down White this whole time with a nasty expression. White just stares back, only half-listening to Tsukiko: he wants to hear from Paige.

Jeffrey: Can you feel that tension, 4CW? You just know this is gonna blow up sooner or later!

Paige scans the packed arena, then takes over the mic from her partner. She removes her title belt and holds it proudly over her head, never breaking eye contact with White. The Golden Pilgrim approaches White, ultimately stopping just a few feet away.

Paige: God, you are just sooo superior, huh? Superior to the ring vets of 4CW, right? You ran right through them all, huh? Well let me tell you something, "Freight Train". I'm no saint when it comes to the oldschoolers, myself. I tossed Sery from a three-tier cage and I'd happily do it again on behalf of the gold it yielded. Still... even I don't view the veterans of this company as anything less than what I am as a competitor. They're the ones who paved the way. You wouldn't even be here to compete at all, let alone to mock and chide those who came before you. Or... me. You think you can just run right over me and take my title? Well, Brian,let me just say this: I don't view you with any presumptions of stupidity like you talked about experiencing on your way up through the business, through life... frankly, you're a double champ, and you don't get to that level with just rocks in your head. But thinking I'm no threat, no obstacle to your little crusade to hold all of 4CW's championships? That's pretty damn dumb!

White: Oh Paige, Paige, Paige. If memory serves, you weren't on that cage alone, as you were supposed to be. Your pretty little girlfriend there, and that nut job who hangs around with ya, came to save your ass. And even if they hadn't, heh, it was only Sery! I mean, Tommy could beat that punk! Hahaha!

Tommy grins a little uncertainly as White steps closer to Paige and smirks.

White: So, I think you'll forgive me if I don't consider you proper champion material.

A smattering of "ooohs" from a handful in the crowd. Paige makes eye contact with Tommy for a flash of a second, then looks back to White.

Paige: Well, we all need a little help from our friends, sometimes; wouldn't you agree?

Tommy shifts his stance slightly, looking a bit tense. The atmosphere in the ring is growing heavy.

Paige: Nothing wrong with utilizing one's allies for professional gain, is there, hmm?  I mean, that's the way you were thinking last year, during the final run of the Soul Survivor tournament, right? Using Tommy and Marie to psyche Cain out — to take advantage of a haunted mind and play games —I am remembering this correctly, right? Has Big Bri changed his tune since then? 'Cause Tommy's still right there, right by your side, willing to do just about anything you ask him to. So, too, is The Coven prepared to stand by me, in and out of the ring. Hate to say it, but we've got something in common, Freight Train.

White has a strange, tight expression on his face.

White: So we both took advantage of the situations we were in—at least I didn't nearly kill my opponent!

The crowd OOOHH at this, and an atmosphere of hostility begins to accumulate, though the target seems to be unclear. White turns his back and paces angrily, occasionally looking back at Paige.

Phoenix: Where did that come from?
Jeffrey: Haven't you been listening? Sheesh! He's right though... I may not like the midget, but that was heinous what the Coven did to Sery.
Roberts: Yeah...
Jeffrey: As enlightening a comment as always Roberts...

White: We have a level or decorum in this business, a level of respect and professionalism that you don't get anywhere else. And yeah, we bend the rules sometimes to get an advantage, we fuck with each others' minds...

Brian White stops and points forcefully at Paige, even eliciting a step back from her.

White: Sery might be a little punk, but chucking him off the top of those cages could've killed him! That shit does not happen without consequences...

White sneers at Paige and steps back, letting both belts slide from his shoulders to the floor.

White: Paige, you don't have the balls to face a real man in this ring! Though — you used to, right? Hahahaha!

The entire arena is dead silent. The audience watches on with bated breath; the athletes in the ring don't seem to be breathing at all... merely waiting for something to snap. The tension is palpable in the air: the atmosphere is immeasurably heavy. Tsukiko is visibly shaking with poorly bottled rage. Paige's stance, expression and eyes show a myriad of emotions — anger, hate, frustration... and a certain measure of self-reflection. Not to mention more than a few shades of hurt — mixed with something like... longing. A particular kind of pained and weary visage only a transgender woman would know. White seems quite satisfied with the outcome of his verbal barb. Out of the corner of her eye, Paige spots something in her peripheral vision that neither she, nor anyone else in the ring yet had. She never seems to look away from White, but she's sure what of she glimpsed. A nearly imperceptible, inaudible movement gave it away — Paige just happens to be standing at the right angle to notice. The Golden Pilgrim — the scorned Custom Cup champion — smirks devilishly at White. She raises the mic to her face.

Standing a bit away from White, near the turnbuckles, the hair on the back of Tommy Young's neck raises. Paige never once takes her eyes off Freight Train as Tommy turns around.

Paige: Hazel wants to play...

All hell breaks loose. Witch Hazel leaps from her crow-like perch and drops Tommy with a big diving clothesline, then follows it up with a jumping headbutt to the sternum.

Jeffrey: Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... Hypersexual Batwoman?!

Hazel, with a hungry look in her eyes, crawls over Tommy Young and straddles him. Licking her lips, she lowers her face near to Tommy's midriff... and drags her long tongue all the way up his chest! While all this is going in, White charges Paige, mic in hand. He draws back, swings the mic hard aaand... misses Paige by a hair as Tsukiko instinctively pushes her out of harm's way. Paige bumps awkwardly but safely on the mat: crisis avoided. The end of Freight Train's forward momentum sees him turning on his heel and facing down Tsukiko, who — though looking a little shaken — silently stands her ground. White tosses the mic away and invites "Siren" Tsukiko to give him a clothesline, gesturing nonchalantly to the ropes. She obliges, spinning round to head for the near ropes, but suddenly crashes to the mat as Freight Train reaches out and brutally whips her down by the hair. She rolls out of the ring to recover. Paige witnesses this and scrambles to her feet. Garnering a few paces' worth of a run, the Lunar Pilgrim sends both feet flying into the back of Brian White's head. He staggers toward a corner to gain some distance, but Paige gives chase and brings her feet up for a second dropkick, this time sending him into the turnbuckle chest-first. Tsukiko climbs to the apron to help Paige and the duo begin to wail on their target: Paige throws forearms to the spine, while Tsukiko throws them to the face, trying to wear the big man down. On the other side of the ring, Tommy shakes the cobwebs out and scrambles out from under Hazel and back to his feet. He takes a back rake for his trouble; the Hedge Witch claws downward between his shoulder-blades using both hands. Young grimaces. Fighting the pain, he leaps, flips back in mid-air and takes Hazel down with a pele kick.

Phoenix: There's so much happening all at once, it's hard to call this action! And where exactly did Hazel come from, anyway? I never saw her enter the ring!
Roberts: Neither did I.
Jeffrey: Well, wherever she came from, this situation has totally blown up ever since!

Freight Train manages to swat Tsukiko off-balance on the apron, gaining some reprieve. He turns into Paige's strikes, taking them face-first. Pilgrim Paige then goes for a gut kick, but White catches her leg. When Tsukiko re-enters the ring and sprints at Freight Train, he raises one massive hand and actually pie-faces her away. This sends Paige's bubbly, blue-haired partner down onto her shoulders. Tsukiko rolls through, though, and quickly rises back up. She leaps forward — but the Freight Train abruptly releases Paige's leg and drops to his knees. Tsukiko finds herself sailing over White altogether, striking Paige with the spinning heel kick she'd intended for the Freight Train! The Lunar Pilgrim rolls to the outside to recuperate, taking a knee and holding one hand to her chin.

Roberts: Freight Train just pulled a fast one on Tsukiko, leaving her to smash right into her own girlfriend!
Jeffrey: All's fair in love and war, James.

Tommy Young brings one leg down across Hazel's chest and leaves her sprawled on the mat. He now turns his attention to Tsukiko, who's looking down at Paige with a pained expression. Tommy spins The Siren around by the head and drops her with a quick jawbreaker, sending her reeling into the ropes. Freight Train watches on with something like pride as Tommy gets a full head of steam and clotheslines Tsukiko over the top rope. She lands on the apron, then slips down to the floor below, on her knees next to Paige.

Phoenix: This young man is really holding his own here tonight. I'm so used to just seeing him at ringside, I sometimes forget what being here means to him, beyond supporting a friend: Tommy Young has competitive aspirations of his own. Keep it up, kid. Work hard enough, want it hard enough — dreams can come true!

White moves towards the apron and motions to his youthful protégé, who takes a handful of steps back. The crowd buzzes as White drops to his hands and knees, creating a bridge.

Phoenix: High-risk scenario, here, folks. This cou—

[voice on microphone]: Hey, hold up a sec!

Jeffrey: Dammit, we were gonna see some crazy shit just now, I know it! Who the hell is this now?!

As if on cue with Ray's rhetorical inquiry, Lord Skywolf appears on stage.

Skywolf: Everyone just cool it, alright? Maybe calm the hell down before Andre the Stone Cold Giant launches this poor kid straight into the stratosphere—and my ass straight into an uncomfortable courtroom chair, okay? I've worked hard for my comfy, cozy wheelie chair, dammit! And I'm not about to lose it over you idiots forgetting your job titles. Y'know, just because this shit got personal, doesn't mean we can't make it official and try to resolve this with some degree of decorum—right?

Paige retrieves White's discarded mic from ringside. She faces Skywolf while pointing at Brian White.

Paige: But this asshole—

Skywolf straight-up "shushes" her and strolls to the bottom of the ramp. All five of the brawlers are back on their feet now. Lord Skywolf gestures for Paige and Tsukiko to re-enter the ring; they hesitate, but ultimately abide and climb the steps. Skywolf follows suit, then glances around at everyone in the ring. He turns his attention back to the other mic holder.

Skywolf: But nothing. I get it, okay? Look, Paige....

Skywolf turns next to Brian White.

Skywolf: Freight Train....

Then to Tommy Young.

Skywolf: Mark Andrews...

Some fans chuckle. Hazel giggles. Skywolf turns to the amused and rather scantily clad young woman.

Skywolf: Erotica Jones...

Some 4CW faithfuls in attendance seem on-board with this moniker. Mostly, though, it just goes over a lot of heads... including Hazel's.

Hazel: I don't know who this "Erotica" is. What a strange name! ... Ooh! Ooh! Do her now!

The GM looks where Hazel is excitedly pointing: at Tsukiko.

Skywolf: Uhhh... I dunno, man. I'm tired as hell. You're Paige's girlfriend, though, right?

Tsukiko raises an eyebrow at the beleaguered GM, then nods.

Skywolf: I'm not nearly caffeinated enough right now to be witty, so how about, "Look, all of you!", alright? Listen up! Poppa Wolfie's been pulling too many all-nighters, okay, kids? I'm a man who loves his job, but it does come with an actual... you know... workload. It's hard to keep up sometimes. I'll spare you the "woe-is-me/I'm still new at this" shtick, 'cause frankly, woe isn't me. I'll also admit the obvious: the 4-way's gonna be massive, but we're still a little underbooked tonight, folks. So whaddaya say we turn this rage-a-thon into a proper wrestling match, okay? Champ vs. champ in a non-title match to close the show. That's my final word on this matter. So please — get yourselves backstage, lick your wounds for a while... then come back out here and put on a clinic for all these fine... uhhh... wherever-the-hell-we-are fans!

(crickets)

Skywolf: Wow, my first failed attempt at a cheap pop! Man, I could use a nap. No rest for the weary, huh? Oh — before I go — somebody fire the sound guy that played all the cricket sounds just now! Alternatively, if that cricket bit went down well with you, give that guy a raise and fire yourself. Thanks!

"A Warrior's Call" pounds out through the PAs as Lord Skywolf heads up the ramp, mic at his side but still on. He mutters to himself about needing some more coffee as he disappears behind the curtains.

Roberts: There you have it, folks. The Double champ vs. the Custom Cup champ later tonight!
Jeffrey: Poorly said as usual, James. The way you said that made it sound like a direct-to-DVD shark movie. "Double Champ vs. Custom Cup Champ, Part 2: The Champening!" Ahaha. But seriously, what's Skypup thinking with that "clinic" business? The way these two got into it just now, it'd be more realistic to expect carnage akin to one of those shark attack flicks! I can't wait!

*~*

We cut backstage where Lord Skywolf is patrolling the hallways, seemingly to find something to do or something.

Skywolf: Is that omnipresent narration in my head or proof I'm in some kind of simulation?

Skywolf needs to concentrate on the segment at hand. He turns a corner, and finds a door slightly ajar. He makes to walk right past, but something catches his eye. The camera closes in to show through the crack of the door MONSTAR, who has his upper thigh exposed and a needle in his hand. He puts the needle in, pushes the gauze and pulls it back out. Skywolf slams the door open with an "AH-HA!"... MONSTAR looks up nonchalantly.

MONSTAR: Boss.
Skywolf: Don't boss me! You're suspended, buddy!
MONSTAR: Why?

Skywolf waves his arms dramatically as if to say "LOOK WHAT I'M LOOKING AT"

Skywolf:  Why? WHY?! Jesus christ... I am literally watching you inject steroids as we speak.
MONSTAR: That wasn't steroids. It was a water solution.
Skywolf: Water solution, my ass!
MONSTAR: No, it  was water solution in my ass.
Skywolf: What? I- No! You're not competing in the fatal 4 way tonight until you pass a drug test. You better hurry over to the medical room.

MONSTAR shrugs and steps out of the room, lumbering towards the medical room. Skywolf sighs and walks off as we cut to the arena.

The titantron comes to life and "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system, complete with fans cheering in the audio track in the otherwise silent arena. Zak E Justice, Nik Waverly and Carlos Starr make their way down the ramp. They are all blinged out, shades indoor, cornrows, tank tops, and stop several times to pose in slow motion for a couple of paparazzi, as if they are in some sort of music video.

Jeffrey: What the fuck is this? HAHAHAHAHAHAH-
Phoenix: It seems the Supergroup now have their own entrance - these three men decided a couple months back to form a 'Supergroup' and I guess this is what they've been working on.
Jeffrey: -AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Carson: The following six man tag is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, the team of Justice, Waverly and Starr - the Supergroup! And their opponents, already in the ring, the team of Johnson, Smith and Jones - the Local Talent!!

Jeffrey: You mean to tell me that the JAPANESE LOCAL TALENT are three white guys called Johnson, Smith and Jones? It's like we're not even trying anymore.

The Supergroup get in position as do their opponents and the referee rings the bell. To call this a match would be an insult to matches. All three of the Supergroup clothesline each member of the Local Talent (who look about 85lbs combined). Then, Justice grabs Johnson, hits a DDT and Waverly follows it with a "big" splash. Justice, who is apparently the legal man, hooks the leg. The ref shrugs and counts 1...2...3!

Carson: Here are your winners, The Supergroup!

"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco plays again and Justice, Waverly and Starr celebrate their victory like they've just won the Revival main event.

Jeffrey: Great... can we move on now?

Zak E Justice grabs a mic from a ringside assistant.

Jeffrey: Oh jesus, it's not over.

Justice: BRO!
Waverly (leaning over the mic): Broo....
Starr (nodding): Brooo.

They all high five eachother. Waverly and Starr grab their own mics. The japanese crowd starts to echo a boo like a dull buzz around the arena.

[Justice: Bros, from Japan and those watching on TV - did you see what we just did?
Waverly: That was the local home grown japanese talent we just destroyed , bro. We like essentially just became 4CW Japanese Champions.

They all laugh and nod in approval at eachother.

Jeffrey: For those of you who are slow, that's not a thing. The only thing these guys are the 4CW Filler Champions. For those of you who are slow, that's also not a thing.

Starr: Yo, bros. I just came up with a great idea ese. Let's go ask Skywolf to give us 4CW Japanese Championships.
Waverly: Great idea bro.
Justice: As good as that is, bros, we aren't here for that. We're here to send a message. A message to all the Supergroups out there - we are the best Supergroup. All of the other supergroups in the locker room are too scared to fight us - 

Jeffrey: I can assure you these idiots are the only "Supergroup" in 4CW...

Justice: - and so this is a message!
Waverly: A message, bro.

Justice gets hard cam to zoom in on him - he takes off his glasses - stares incredulously into the camera and whispers.

Justice: A message, bro...

Justice drops the mic, as if he's just cut the greatest promo in the history of wrestling and the three of them leave the ring, a swagger worthy of a god, a total and idiotic belief in their own ability.

Phoenix: Well that was - a thing that happened. The Supergroup have a message! What that message is wasn't entirely clear, but it seems they are warning the rest of the locker room not to mess with them.
Jeffrey: Hilarious. Roberts could take them out all by himself.
Roberts: Wow, Ray. Thanks, ma--
Jeffrey: Not a compliment. And who the fuck are you to call me Ray? It's Jeffrey or Sir.

*~*

We come to the stage once again as "Step" by Ministry blares through the PA system. Out comes Dirk Meyer, looking pretty smug with himself. He walks down the ramp with a mic in hand.

Phoenix: Well, Dirk Meyer has been on a bit of a mission to get Senecca to face him - it hasn't worked out well yet.
Jeffrey: Are you kidding? He's proving on a monthly basis that he is by far and away better than Senecca. It's worked out fantastically for him.

By the time the commentators have had their little back and forth, Dirk Meyer is in the ring. The crowd give him a mixed reaction as Meyer pulls the microphone to his mouth and looks at it. Opening his mouth to speak and...

Meyer: .....

Meyer reaches into his pocket pulling out an index card. And hands it to the ring announcer... Then motions for them to hurry up....

Carson: And his opponent.... ?

The lights go black and four spotlights begin searching through the crowd. The screen lights up with a parental warning...
The following wrestler is not suitable for all ages
There will be Blood
There will be Violence
There will be no "insert name of opponent here"
Parental discretion is advised...

Jeffrey: Looks like Senecca has finally decided to show his face!

Rhianna's voice comes blaring through the speakers...

Mooo la la lah...
Bitch betta have my...
Mooo la la lah...
Bitch betta have my money...

As soon as Rhianna says the word money all four spotlights converge on the entrance ramp as ... no-one appears on the stage. Back in the ring, Dirk Meyer is nodding knowingly.

Phoenix: Well the ref has called for the bell and the match is underway.

The referee waits a moment or two, and then decides to start counting out Senecca.

Dirk Meyer finally brings the microphone to his lips.. Mimicking the referee as he counts...

Meyer:"1... Senecca this is your last chance...
2... You brought me back here...
3... Out from behind the masks again...
4... And then you abandon me? Us?...
5... You're to scared to even give this closure??
6... Scared that you won't beat me??
7... Scared of what I will do to you...
8... You neutralized me all this years to push yourself forward.
9... And now you cower... Neutralized by me!!!!
10!!!!!!!

Carson: Here is your winner via countout, DIRK ... MEYER!!

Carson looks a little peeved, like his announcing skills don't deserve to be wasted on such a farce but he does his job anyway. Meyer raises his arms in victory as the ref motions he is the winner.

Jeffrey: Shocker.

Meyer: 11! I wash myself of this Senecca...
12! It's time to move on...
13! Ghost Gauntlet...

Roberts: So Senecca hasn't shown again - but we know he will be at Gallows End! If I were Dirk, I'd be hoping our numbers don't cross in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! Senecca is the one too scared to show up!
Phoenix: We're going to take  a short break but coming up next - we have a Fatal 4 Way Elimination Match with two title shots on the line! Don't go anywhere!

*~*

We cut backstage where Gabriel Crowe is standing with Rhys Cain.

Crowe: I'm here ladies and gentlemen with 4CW Hall of Famer and participant in this year's 13 Ghost Gauntlet - Rhys Cain! Cain, how have you been preparing for this match?

Cain: Well, you know, it hasn't been in the ring because I haven't been booked. But it's fine, Skywolf needs to show off all this fresh talent we have, I get it - but people shouldn't mistake my absence in the ring for weakness. I've been raring to go ever since I lost at SummerFest. I lost my opportunity to reclaim the 4CW World Title and I have to go to the back of the line. I'm fine with that. Because the line doesn't get much longer than the 13 Ghost Gauntlet.

I've been studying tapes of everyone in the match, I've been preparing for any and all possibilities. I'm just as prepared to enter first as I am last.  Whether it's one person I have to beat or 12, it's going to take more to knock me out of that match than it's taken any of the other twelve competitors in that match to win in their careers. I'm not one to toot my own horn, but the fact is the reason I am viewed as one of the top guys is because for 8 years I've been solidifying my legacy in this company and at Gallows End, I will set out to do one thing I have never done - win the 13 Ghost Gauntlet.

So if anyone else has aspirations to win that match, they can be bigger, stronger, faster,  whatever - but unless they WANT it more than I do, they will ultimately fail. And I really want to win this match. If I don't succeed at Gallows End, that will be another loss in a string of losses. I know the fans have noticed that the second half of this year has not been great for me, cos I've noticed it myself - but Gallows End is a chance for redemption. A chance to save this year and make it one of my best years yet. I will win on at Gallows End because quite frankly, I need to prove to myself that I haven't lost my edge.

Cain leaves the area and Crowe puffs his cheeks with a sigh as we cut back to the arena and Carson to announce the next match.

Carson: This is a Fatal 4 Way Elimination Match! The men who come in second and first place will become the #1 contenders to the Custom Cup Championship and the Universal Championship, respectively. Now, 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!!!!!

Phoenix: A candid interview from Cain there, but it's time for fatal-4-way action!

The lights in the arena turn to black as the mellow beginnings of “Nightmare” 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 one 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. He gets in the ring and watches the ramp to see who comes out next.

Phoenix: Supreme has had an interesting past few shows as he has worked with and fought against another man in this matchup, Jacob Scharff.
Jeffrey: Supreme came up a little short last week, but now he’s got two title opportunities and he’s not gonna miss out on both of them.

Carson: Next, from Atlanta, Ga, standing 6’1 and weighing in at 260 lbs, Jacob “The Thunderbolt” Scharff!

“His World” plays through the arena, as Jacob makes his way out in his usual hoodie and jorts attire. He chops a lightning bolt into the air and the crowd cheers loudly. He slaps some hands as he heads to the ring.

Phoenix: This is easily Scharff’s biggest test since his return to 4CW and it’ll be interesting to see if he can handle the pressure, some of which he’s put on himself.
Roberts: Scharff has been in many high profile situations and come out on top. I think tonight may be his night.

Carson: Third, from The French Quarter, Louisiana, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230 lbs, Eddie Wolfbaine!

Pyro goes off as “The Gathering” begins to play and Wolfbaine comes out, quickly obscured by fog as usual. The fog soon vanishes and Wolfbaine yells to the crowd, before heading to the ring with purpose in his eyes.

Phoenix: Wolfbaine lost in the finals of the Stormchaser Tournament a few months back, to the man who would eventually become champion, Brian White.
Jeffrey: Wolfbaine can’t get a world title shot here but if he was the man to take the Universal Championship from White I’m sure he’d be okay with it.

Carson: And finally, from Big Beefcake Oklahoma, standing 7’0 and weighing in at 350 lbs, MONSTAR!!

The three men already in the ring look toward the stage for their final opponent, but you can hear a pin drop in the arena as nothing happens.

Carson: MONSTAR!

Still nothing.

Phoenix: MONSTAR’s drug test came back clean, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be out here.
Roberts: Wait, what? He actually came back clean?
Jeffrey: Maybe he’s beating up another janitor?

The ref shrugs in the ring and checks each man, making sure they’re ready before calling for the bell. All three men maneuver their eyes swiftly back and forth, daring one of the others to make the first move, the first mistake. Jacob proceeds to turn away from Supreme and focus on Wolfbaine and surprises him with a quick clothesline. He pulls Wolfbaine up and sends him across the ring but Wolfbaine jumps as he runs and catches Supreme with a dropkick. Jacob heads over as Wolfbaine gets up and grabs him by the neck, but Wolfbaine reverses what he was going for and puts him in the corner. He quickly kicks Jacob in the gut to double him over and hits a quick DDT! Jacob makes his way to the corner as Wolfbaine moves back and lines up a low dropkick! He comes forward but Supreme pops up with a clothesline and takes him down! Supreme pulls him up and beckons to Jacob and the pair hit a two-man suplex on Wolfbaine!

Phoenix: Scharff and Supreme working together a bit here in the early going!
Jeffrey: They can’t do that! How can Wolfbaine fight two dudes at once?
Roberts: Scharff and Supreme respect each other, if they take Wolfbaine out there’s no one left between them and a title opportunity!

Scharff and Supreme pull Wolfbaine up and place him against the ropes. They go to clothesline him over the top but he ducks underneath it! Wolfbaine runs in to attack his adversaries but gets caught with a double back body drop that sends him up and out to the floor!

Phoenix: Wolfbaine crashes hard to the outside! He’s not eliminated but that’s going to take him out of the action for a bit.

Scharff and Supreme head to the center of the ring. Scharff extends his fist to his opponent and Supreme bumps it before the two get into a collar-and-elbow tie up. Scharff gains the advantage with a headlock.

Phoenix: These two men are practically the same size, with Jacob only being about 20 lbs heavier, honestly all the men in this match are near the same size.
Jeffrey: Yeah but if MONSTAR was out here he’d be crushing these guys. Do you remember what he did to that steel?

Supreme manages to maneuver himself and Scharff towards the ropes. He shoves Scharff off the headlock and then tries to use the ropes to deliver a shoulder tackle but Scharff doesn’t move. Scharff runs to the ropes and tries a shoulder tackle on Supreme who takes the hit but rolls with the impact and pops right back up. Supreme bounces off the nearby ropes again but this time he sidesteps Scharff and bounces off the opposite ropes before coming back with the shoulder and the extra momentum knocks Scharff down. Supreme goes for an early cover but Scharff tosses him off before the ref can even get to the ground. Scharff scrambles to his feet and is met with a right hand from Supreme. A couple more right hands stagger “The Thunderbolt” into the corner. Supreme scales the ropes and starts methodically punching Scharff in the head as the audience counts off.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Scharff blocks the sixth punch and pops Supreme in the jaw and then takes him out of the corner in powerbomb position! Out of nowhere Wolfbaine hits a missile dropkick to the back of Supreme causing Scharff to topple over with Supreme on top of him! Wolfbaine gets up and grabs Supreme and tosses him to the outside. He then runs the ropes and hits a baseball slide to the ribs of Scharff. He rolls him onto his back and jumps up for a high knee to the gut and it connects, driving the wind from Scharff. Cover!

1!

Scharff kicks out!

Phoenix: Wolfbaine with a nice sequence there but it wasn’t nearly enough to get the elimination this early on.
Roberts: But Jacob’s having to expend extra energy to kick out and that’s energy he won’t have later.

Wolfbaine pulls Scharff to his knees and proceeds to punch him in the head. He drops him back down with a knee to the jaw and then sees Supreme getting up outside. He runs the ropes and goes for a baseball slide but Supreme pulls up the ring apron and uses it to trap Wolfbaine! He starts attacking Wolfbaine with chops and punches as Scharff struggles to get to his feet using the ropes for assistance. Supreme hits a powerful forearm shot on Wolfbaine on the outside and Jacob finally makes it back to his feet and goes for a baseball slide of his own but Supreme snares him with the apron too! A couple of shots stagger Scharff and Supreme steps back as Wolfbaine picks his head up and he hits both trapped men with clotheslines! They tumble out of the apron ensnarement and to the floor and Supreme rolls them in quickly before going for a cover on Scharff!

1!

2! Kickout!

Supreme covers Wolfbaine!

1!

Kickout!

Supreme pulls Wolfbaine up, since he’s closer, and puts him in the corner. He then sits him on the top rope and pops him in the jaw with another powerful forearm shot. He climbs up there with him and sets him up for a superplex! Wolfbaine blocks with his leg! Supreme with a headbutt to get him to stop. Superplex is again blocked! Supreme with multiple headbutts to Wolfbaine, meanwhile Scharff has gotten back to his feet and he heads over to the pair and gets under Supreme’s legs! Tower of Doom! All three men are down!

Phoenix: The first man to get up is here is gonna have a huge advantage! That was a nasty fall for Wolfbaine more than anyone!
Jeffrey: Supreme took bad damage from that powerbomb too.
Roberts: Yeah and Scharff’s just exhausted from the effort of driving both men down…guys is that MONSTAR?

Indeed, MONSTAR has finally made his way out to the stage.

Jeffrey: A little late to the party isn’t he?
Phoenix: He’s just out here to pick the bones of these men!

Scharff notices MONSTAR first and gets to his feet to face the biggest man in the matchup. MONSTAR goes to step over the ropes and Jacob immediately jumps all over him with punches and chops to stagger the muscular man. He runs across the ring and bounces off the far ropes but MONSTAR drops him with a thunderous clothesline! Supreme and Wolfbaine are struggling to get up and MONSTAR grabs Supreme and presses him into the air and chucks him at Wolfbaine as he gets up! MONSTAR roars to the crowd. All three other men pull themselves up and look at each other, knowing they’ll have to work together against MONSTAR. They move in slowly, but united and start pummeling the bigger man but he throws them all off! They go in again and he knocks them all down with a spinning double lariat!

Phoenix: Even the three accomplished athletes who are his opponents tonight can’t seem to find an answer for MONSTAR. … What’s he doing?

MONSTAR looks at the carnage he caused and leaves the ring and starts to head back up the ramp! The ref begins to count him out!

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

In the ring Scharff, Supreme, and Wolfbaine have gotten to their feet and are watching in confusion as MONSTAR just continues to leave.

6!

7!

8!

9!

10!

Carson: MONSTAR has been eliminated!

Phoenix: So he just came out here…why? To show he could?
Roberts: I think that’s exactly why.
Jeffrey: MONSTAR could have ended this match before it started and he just proved it. MONSTAR should be the winner not the first loser.

In the ring Wolfbaine attacks Supreme from behind with a clubbing blow that sends him rolling to the floor. He goes for Scharff but a block is managed and Scharff fires back with a right hand. He pops Wolfbaine two more times and sends him towards the opposite ropes and he goes for a lariat but Wolfbaine ducks it and comes back with the Hammerspace Lariat! He falls and drapes an arm over Scharff!

1!

2!

NO! Scharff kicks out! Supreme rolls back in and starts stomping all over Wolfbaine. He drags him up and positions him for the Supreme Compromise! It connects! Supreme with the pin!

1!

2!

Wolfbaine gets the shoulder up! Supreme picks him up and hauls him to the corner and then scales the ropes and appears to be setting up for Supreme Impact! He flips over Wolfbaine but Wolfbaine manages to push him off mid flip and he rolls with the momentum right into Scharff who plants him with the Shock Buster! Wolfbaine runs forward and throws Scharff from the ring and pulls up Supreme. He sends him against ropes and pops him into the air for Angels Falls First!! He locks it in in the center of the ring!

Phoenix: This was not enough to put away Brian White in the Stormchaser Tournament. Will it be enough here tonight?

Supreme struggles to break the grip of Wolfbaine as Jacob tries to get back to his feet on the outside. Wolfbaine however will not let go and Supreme, try as he might, can’t manage to get himself to the ropes! He’s finally forced to tap out!

Carson: Supreme has been eliminated!

Phoenix: We’re down to two! Bad break for Supreme but Wolfbaine is playing for himself tonight and it seems to be working in his favor.

Wolfbaine releases the hold and heads outside to grab Scharff but Scharff is prepared and drives Wolfbaine kidney-first into the apron! Wolfbaine rolls inside and Scharff follows suit and tracks Wolfbaine from behind as he gets up. Scharff with a rear waistlock and a German Suplex! He keeps his hands clasped and gets Wolfbaine up and hits a second one! He continues to keep his hands clasped and gets Wolfbaine up and completes the hat trick known as Rumbling Thunder! Scharff chops out a lightning bolt in the air and yells to the crowd, clearly setting up to finish Wolfbaine and get his Universal title shot! He goes for The Thunder Drop! Wolfbaine slides out the back Scharff turns around and Wolfbaine gets him up on his shoulders and runs to the corner with no hesitation! EL VALLE DEL LOBO!!  Scharff is a heap! Cover by Wolfbaine!

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3!

Carson: Jacob Scharff has been eliminated! Therefore, your winner,…WOLFBAINE!!

Phoenix: Wolfbaine wins the fatal 4 way! He will take on Brian White at Gallows End for the 4CW Universal Championship!
Roberts: And Jacob Scharff, as the runner up, will challenge Pilgrim Paige for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship!
Jeffrey: That's all well and good, but personally, I can't wait for the 13 Ghost Gauntlet! It's been five years!

Wolfbaine celebrates his victory, a little worse for wear, but ultimately a warrior ready for his nexk challenge. Scharff rolls out of the ring, recovering. We cut away from the ring as we go to a commercial break.

*~*

“Ooooo you touch my tra la la…. Oooo My Ding Ding Dong…”

An arm comes pointing out of the entranceway to the crowd. Drunken Janitur continues his entrance doing a pseudo funky chicken saturday night fever dance routine. He walks down the the ring as “La la la la, la la la, lalalalalala…” blasts from the PA System…

Jeffrey: Oh jeez this guy again… What the heck does he want???

Janitur gets into the ring.. Taking the mic from Michael Carson he paces the ring while he speaks.

Janitur: “Me is so excited to be back and wrestling again! I don’t know how me get so lucky like this, but me have an announcement to make!”

Drunken Janitur reaches into his coverall and pulls out a piece of paper.

Janitur: “What me has right here, be a list of all thee members of the 13 Ghost Gauntlet match! Look Marcel Lawson, right here! What does that say?”

Janitur pulls Michael Carson over to him and points at the piece of paper, the last name on the list.

“What be it say?” Janitur asks.

“JJJJR ? “ Michael Carson says.

Janitur: “Thee be right! It says JJJjjjjantuR! Just like you be say when I come out to ring!”

Roberts:: This guy is an idiot!
Phoenix: Oh boy, he’s just a little confused.
Jeffrey: He’s been in 4CW longer than most wrestlers here, he isn’t a boy.

Micheal Carson is in the ring, he is aghast as he looks back at Drunken Janitur. He leans into the mic as Janitur holds it, a bit of a role reversal here for him… “Janitur, that doesn’t say your name on it…--- “

Janitur yanks the microphone out from under Carson’s lips and back to his face, he looks threw it like a periscope at the piece of paper in his hands, then suddenly leans to his lips again pointing at the page… and holding it up to Carson’s face again.

Janitur: “Carson be you read it again now!?”

He shoves the mic into the face of Carson.

Carson: “It says… ‘And the 13th entrance to the 13 Ghost tournament is. J.J.J.Jr!!!!”

Lord Skywolf comes out on to the stage with a microphone which gets Janitur's attention.

Skywolf: Jesus, Janitur, what the hell do you want?
Janitur: Me noticed you named the participants in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet and also noticed that you didn't announce I as one of them.
Skywolf: You didn't notice that. I'm watching backstage, it was just pointed out to you. Anyway, why would I? You haven't done anything except be destroyed by MONSTAR.
Janitur: Well, JJJJJ hasn't done anything either.
Skywolf: It's ... it's JJJJ, four J's... anyway, he's making his debut.
Janitur: Me feel very strongly that you should give I a chance.

Skywolf  sighs and rubs his temples.

Skywolf: You know what? Fuck it , I don't care. You can fight JJJJ right now, winner gets into the 13 Ghosts Gauntlet. Get him out here!

Skywolf goes backstage and Janitur waits for a couple of moments with the crowd. Then, the arena darkens, spotlight on Joey Joe Joe Junior as he comes out from the back. He grins smugly as the spotlight embraces him on the ramp, then he raised his arms in the  air, the lights come on, and money starts to fall from the roof and down the ramp. JJJJ  takes out a bottle of Coors Light from his inside pocket of his jacket, puts the bottle on top of the ramp and walks to the ring on the fallen dollar bills that have carpeted the ramp and ring area.

Jeffrey: This month's show is weird. Did one of you guys spike my drink?
Roberts: I think Joey Joe Joe Junior is just eager to show us how much money he has.

JJJJ enters the ring, still wearing his suit and stands in the opposite corner to Janitur. The bell rings and JJJJ rests against the turnbuckle, waiting for Janitur to make a move. Janitur motions to start wrestling but - something is stopping him. He shakes his own head, as if trying to get his head in the game, but stops again. Then, bizarrely, he sighs, gets out of the ring, grabs his sweeping broom and starts to sweep the ring area dollars away.

Phoenix: What the- ? Is Janitur.... cleaning?
Jeffrey: I know he's a janitor more than he is a wrestler but come on, man, you've got an opportunity here!

Bewildered the referee starts to count out Janitur. 1...2...3...4...5....

Janitur reaches the ramp and continues to sweep away the dollars making his way up the ramp.

6...7...8...9...10!

Carson: Here is your winner and qualifying for the 13 Ghost Gauntlet, JOEY JOE JOOOOOE JUNIOR!!

JJJJ smirks smugly as he raises his arm in victory. At the top of the ramp, Janitur sweeps away the last of the dollars and reaches the beer. He picks it up, looking like he's going through an internal struggle, before sighing, shrugging and walking backstage with the bottle.

Roberts: Oh boy! I think Janitur just relapsed!
Phoenix: Either way, we know now JJJJ will be in the Gauntlet! We knew that anyway, but we needed some filler I guess!

*~*

We cut back to the arena where Lord Skywolf is standing in the middle of the ring. He has a table in front of him, and two seats on either side of the table while he stands.

Skywolf: Alright, it's been yet another long, thankless, night here in Tokyo. I don't even know why I took this job. Now I gotta chaperone two grown adults to sign a piece of paper and say some nasty shit to eachother so - screw this, they'll probably end up fighting anyway, Phil won't need his seat.

Skywolf takes the chair designated for Phil McGroin, pulls it over to where he is standing and sits down.

Skywolf: Alright, let's get 'em out here. These two men will take part in the traditional Gallows Pole match at Gallows End! The way to win is to literally hang your opponent. We like it medieval here in 4CW. Anyways, Phil McGroin, get out here!

Casually stroll down to the ring, Phil McGroin comes out with Camera Man behind him, 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. He takes the steps, climbs through the middle rope and takes a mic. He glances at Skywolf for a moment, Camera Man scurrying behind him.

Skywolf: And his opponent, come on out, Glock Nine!

"Human" by Rag'n'Bone Man hits the PA system. Boos break out for the arrival of the man known as Glock 9, black trench coat and all. Glock 9 makes his way confidently down to the ring. He sneers at the fans as he passes, making sure none of them can reach him. Some of the fans seem to find his utter hatred for them pretty rad as they cheer him on. He takes his time as he strolls up to the ropes, does the leg-over climb into the ring, takes off his trench coat, walks a few paces around, grabs the second microphone and sits down.

Skywolf: Alright, the contract's  there, you can both read and write, right?

He glances momentarily at Phil McGroin, then at Glock, but shakes his head.

Skywolf: Nevermind, just sign the thing so we can all go backstage.

McGroin: If only it was that simple.

Skywolf groans.

Skywolf: Fine, say what you gotta say, I'm gonna take a nap.

Skywolf puts his feet up on the table and closes his eyes.

McGroin: I don't think you realise, Glock Nine - if that is even your real name - what you have gotten yourself into. I am Phil McGroin! I am the greatest wrestler to ever step foot in this ring! I am undefeated in this ring!

Roberts: To clarify none of that is true.
Jeffrey: Shut up Roberts! Let the man speak! He once made a cow tap out, you know?

McGroin: Inside this ring, at Gallows End, I am not just going to beat you . I am going to hang you, literally. You've been a pain in my ass for months Glock, no matter how many times I beat you you always keep coming back for more.

The crowd start to boo McGroin and his delusional claims knowing them to be false.

McGroin: I once made a cow tap out, mate! And that cow was stronger, faster and a hell of a lot smarter than you! What have you got to say to that huh?

McGroin signs the contract and smugly grins at Glock. Glock, being chilled this whole time, finally speaks.

Glock: Shut up, nerd.

A surprising amount of people laugh at this and McGroin grimaces. He grabs a cup of water that Skywolf was drinking and throws it in Glock's face. Glock doesn't react immediately. Then, suddenly, he jumps up, moving the table out of the way. Skywolf scrambles to his feet, disturbed from his nap and storms out disgruntled.

Glock Nine: Do that again, I DARE YOU.
McGroin: I can't, dipshit! There's no more water, here!

McGroin throws the cup in Glock's face. Glock storms at McGroin and takes him out with a stampeding clothesline. Camera Man remembers the last time he crossed Glock and wisely flees the ring. Glock Nine picks up McGroin in a powerbomb position and SLAMS McGroin through the table! Glock picks up the pen. signs the contract and throws it on top of McGroin's chest.

Glock Nine laughs at McGroin, brushes his hands clean and walks out of the ring. Camera Man runs back into the ring to see to McGroin.

Phoenix: Well anarchy reigns tonight but the match is official! Glock vs McGroin, Gallows Pole Match! Live on Halloween!
Roberts: Phil McGroin might actually have a wake up call after Glock's finished with him!

*~*

The arena lights go out, as well as the 4CWTron, leaving everything in pitch black. The opening lines of Draconian's "Heavy Lies the Crown" sound out over the PA system.

Cut the fucking music, asshole.

The PAs go dead. Pilgrim Paige (with mic in hand), Tsukiko Mizuno and Witch Hazel appear through the curtains. Together, they silently trudge down the ramp.

Carson: Uhh... *ahem*! Tonight's main event match is a non-title bout, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by—

They already know who we are, Michael.

Jeffrey: Whoa, damn!

Contuing on at a steady pace, the hedge witch and the siren hang a right and take position at ringside. Paige unceremoniously slides into the ring, turns 180 degrees and stares ahead at the curtains she herself just stepped through.

Come on, Freight Train—we don't have all night. Full steam ahead!

She smirks at her own quip, then absently tosses the mic away.

The lights lower to blackness as "Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin begins. The music breaks down before suddenly exploding to full volume again as the lights and pyro go into action. Brian "The Freight Train" White bursts onto the stage, punching the air as the crowds pop in anticipation of the match. Tommy saunters out behind White, his arms outstretched, encouraging the crowd's reactions. The titantron shows a Back to the Future-esque steam train with a laughing skull on the front, in place of the fog light. Flames shoot out from its sides. This is punctuated by scenes of White dominating his matches: spearing Paige; slamming Rhys Cain; smashing a chair into Bally Hoo and so on.

Carson: Being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Young... from Barry, South Wales and weighing in at 400lbs, he is both the 4CW Universal Champion AND Wold Heavyweight Champion... BRIAN... "THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAIN"... WHITE!!!

The two men start down the ramp. White walks with his title belts over his shoulders; a now-familiar sight. He stares back at Paige the entire way down.

White climbs into the ring and holds both belts high above his head as he stares at the hard camera, ignoring the fans  behind and to the sides. He slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder at The Coven and just sneers, watching Paige chomping at the bit to get going. Deliberately taking his time, he moves to the far side of the ring, hands his belts off to an attendant and winks knowingly at Tommy, who laughs audibly.

White eventually turns back towards his opponent and steps towards the middle of the ring. The ref calls for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

White and Paige stare each other down for a moment. White lifts his arm up, hand outstretched, offering up a test of strength—his sneer plastered over his face. Paige just looks at him incredulously, then appears thoughtful for a moment.

Paige: Okay. If that's how you wanna play it...

Paige turns and winks at Hazel. In response, the silver-haired sorceress hops up to the ring apron and practically leaps to the top rope, landing perfectly with a tightrope walker's poise. She then begins to walk along the top rope, her manic smile jubilant as she shows off her acrobatic prowess. Paige turns back to White with a sly smirk and gestures to her ally.

Go ahead, Big Bri; give it a shot".

The ref storms over to Hazel and starts shouting at her to get down. She laughs at him, raises two fingers around her lips and waggles her tongue suggestively before hopping off to the apron, then the floor.

Phoenix: Hazel had best get down from there or she'll get herself ejected from ringside.
Roberts: That was very impressive balance there though!
Jeffrey: Whoo, boy! With moves like that, she's gotta be fun to uh... "hang out" with! Ahaha.

While the ref is dealing with the acrobatic interloper, Paige approaches White: standing toe to toe with the big man, she quietly takes all the verbal abuse Freight Train is throwing her way. Suddenly, she drops to one knee and slams her forearm into his crotch, Chyna-style. White grabs at his crotch in shock and pain. He falls to his knees as Paige regains her footing. She nails a stiff kick to his chest, knocking him onto his back. By the time the ref has his attention back on the action in the ring, Paige is variously stomping, dropping elbows and driving knees into any unprotected part of White she can get at. At ringside, Tommy looks flustered.

Jeffrey: Hey ref! Get your head in the match, dammit! That was a low blow! Totally uncalled for.
Phoenix: Well, you could consider it comeuppance for White's verbal low blow earlier tonight...
Jeffrey: Well... yeah, sure. But I mean... you shouldn't do that to a man! *Ray cringes slightly on White's behalf.*
Roberts: Not quite sure who to swing for, are you, Ray?
Jeffrey: Say something like that again and it'll be you who's rolling on the floor clutching his crotch!

The Lunar Pilgrim continues her attack on Brian White, who's managed to turn over and is taking hit after hit to his back. Slowly, he manages to get to his knees, trying to regain his vertical base as Paige intensifies her assault. With a roar of defiance, White catches her boot as it's coming down for a stomp. He shoves her foot—and by extension, Paige—backward, into the ropes.

Phoenix: Keeping Brian White at closed quarters for too long was an unwise decision... no doubt a purely emotionally-charged move by the Custom Cup champ.
Jeffrey: Yep. Paige taking on Brian White up close and personal is like trying to make out with Jaws. Hey—didn't that happen in Jaws 17?

Finally given some space, White finds his feet and turns in time to catch Paige as she leaps forth for a crossbody block. The double champ holds her up for a few seconds and turns to face Tsukiko and Hazel at ringside; he then drills Paige with a massive scoop powerslam, all the while staring into Tsukiko's angry eyes! She tears herself away from White's penetrating gaze, and instead focuses all her energy into slamming her fists on the mat in an attempt to rally Paige. All the while, Witch Hazel prowls the floor; pacing back and forth and almost snarling at Brian White. The Freight Train picks up their leader and brings her her up and over with a quick vertical suplex. The crowed applauds in appreciation of this display.

Roberts: White's back in his wheelhouse; he's really slowed the pace of this match down. It almost looks as though he's enjoying himself!
Jeffrey: Of course he is! He's causing pain to an opponent... pretty sure he loves that so much, he'd put it in an online dating profile. "Hi, my name is Brian. I'm sort of a big guy, I guess... y'know—6 foot 8 and 400 pounds, give or take. You could say I'm a whole lotta lovin'! Beyond my sizable frame, I'm a pretty typical guy, I guess. I enjoy long walks on the beach, watching the sunset, and pummeling women into a fine paste." Wait, no... not that last bit. My head was still in the match. Just "people", I guess. Yeah! "Pummeling people into a fine paste". Much better. Someone get me a Match.com endorsement, NOW!

Paige groggily shakes her head as she's abruptly pulled up by the wrists and shoved towards the ring ropes. On the rebound, she notices that White has his head lowered for a back body drop. She's able to arrest her momentum enough to deliver a huge kick to the face!

Phoenix: Counter!

Paige quickly capitalises on the mistake and flies at the ropes to deliver a dropkick to Freight Train's knee. White stumbles, but does not go down. Another run at the ropes; another low dropkick. This time, White drops to one knee. Paige screams and launches herself at the ropes for a third dropkick. This time, she drives one foot squarely into White's sternum and the other into his jaw, rattling the big man. The Lunar Pilgrim positions herself, hits a standing moonsault and stays on top for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

White emphatically kicks out, throwing the smaller competitor off him. As he's getting to his feet, though, Paige swiftly closes the gap and smacks him with an enzuigiri, sending Freight Train wobbling into the corner nearest Tommy Young. Tommy tries to warn his groggy friend, but Paige is already there to grab him by the head and begin slamming it into the top turnbuckle.

Phoenix: Paige has been dominant in the middle part of this match!
Jeffrey: Golden Pilgrim, getting her shine on! It was all White before; now it's anybody's game! Neither of these two have any quit at all!

After a tenth and final slam, Paige laboriously turns her massive opponent around. She back-pedals a bit, then takes a running leap and bashes her own head into Brian White's skull. Freight Train slumps against the turnbuckle; Paige stumbles back to her own corner, clutching her forehead. The ref, standing nearest Paige, checks on her first. At the opposite corner, White's eyes are glazed over. Tommy climbs the apron and tries to shake some sense into his sensei.

Roberts: Not sure that was the smartest move. It seems to have hurt Paige as much as it did White.
Jeffrey: Thick skulls will do that to ya, though I doubt White's is anywhere near as thick as yours!

A few seconds go by as the two competitors regain their wits before clashing again in the center of the ring. Any and all semblance of finesse has disappeared as both start exchanging all manner of strikes. A few WOOO's rise up from the crowd with each impactful chop. It doesn't take too long for Freight Train's greater strength and mass to give him the advantage, though. He whips Paige against the ropes and brings her down with a clothesline. She quickly gets up, only to be whipped in the opposite direction from before and bounces off right into a big boot from White. The 400-pounder picks Paige up again and whips her into a corner, then follows up with a huge stinger splash. Coughing and spluttering, Paige takes an unsteady step forward and topples to the canvas, trying to get her breath back. Grinning, White cradles Paige's leg and hoists her up sidelong, then plants her in the middle of the ring with a nasty sidewalk slam. Freight Train hooks both legs for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!

Paige urgently wriggles a shoulder off the mat in the nick of time! White's face shows hints of surprise before he shrugs and gets to his feet, bringing Paige back up by the head. Both Tommy and Tsukiko are slamming the mat in a show of impassioned encouragement: Tommy for a friend and mentor; Tsukiko for a student, friend and sweetheart. White, gripping Paige's head firmly, slaps on a side headlock, pumping his arms to tighten his grip and stop the blood flow to Paige's head.

Phoenix: Our GM wanted a clinic, and we've certainly been treated to a highly competitive, hard-hitting match. Nothing pretty about it, but definitely well-fought. It seemed like anyone's ball game for a while but right now, White has effectively grounded the quick and high-flying Pilgrim Paige!

Continuing with the ground and pound, White clasps his hands together while keeping his shoulders low; tightening in on the headlock at Paige's right side. From here, he forces her down onto her left side, placing much of his considerable weight against her chest, ribs and right hip. Again, White glances around at the crowd and then rests his gaze on the other Coven members, while Paige tries to fight out from the crook of Freight Train's massive arm. She raises and then bangs both legs against the mat as best she can, over and over—attempting to kick out somehow—but it's no use, as her entire upper body is being weighed down and she cannot adequately put her hips into the motion. The ref drops to the mat close by to get a better view of Paige's shoulders, but is practically shooed away by White as he continues to put pressure on Paige's neck. Turning blue, Paige fruitlessly beats a pattern into the mat with her feet as she desperately tries to escape.

Roberts: This is just harrowing to witness!
Jeffrey: And yet, I can't look away! I love a good... train wreck! Se what I did there? Aha... but seriously, this looks hopeless for Paige!
Phoenix: It does—so probably not the best time for puns, Ray.

White just chuckles as the ref continues to check Paige's shoulders and make sure White isn't putting on a choke hold. With what seems a final effort, Paige bridges her legs and tries to push her body upward instead of downward. White never lets go or loosens his grip through this motion, but it does lead to a single moment in which the Lunar Pilgrim—now turning as purple as her own hair—finds juuust enough room to loose a scream of defiance. It lasts less than a second, though, as Freight Train simply cinches back down at a slightly-adjusted height—a stifled, weak yell from Paige a moment before her head slumps to one side, eyes closed. The ref grabs Paige's left arm, raises it and watches it limply drop to the mat. White laughs to himself—proper belly laughs. He seems quite amused with his handiwork... right up to the point where Tsukiko's boot meets his face and his head bounces off the mat. With this, he loses hold of Paige, finally relinquishing his death grip.

The ref looks up in shock as both Tsukiko and Hazel begin their assault on White, giving Paige a chance to get some much-needed air in her lungs. Tommy then jumps the ropes and launches a running dropkick at Hazel, who is flung back against the nearest corner. He follows her down and starts throwing knife edge chops. The action is too frantic for any WOOOs, however. Paige—her natural color finally back in her cheeks—is up now and joins the fray as the ref tries to get between Tsukiko and the still-grounded White, shouting at her to get out of the ring. Tsukiko, her anger apparent to the world at this point, aggressively shoves the ref out of the way and continues to boot a dazed-looking Brian White in the face.

Roberts: This isn't good...
Jeffrey: No... this is AWESOME!

The ref, having lost complete control of all five athletes, simply turns to the time keeper and motions for the bell—effectively throwing the match out.

Phoenix: Can't say I blame the poor guy. All hell just broke loose—again!
Roberts: The match might be over, but there's no stopping this chaos now!

White struggles his way onto one side, taking stomps to the back and neck. Tommy leaves Hazel to lick her wounds—figuratively speaking, surprisingly—in the corner. He sprints a few paces and then clips Paige's leg out from under her with a running chop block. She crumbles down to her hands and knees. Meanwhile, White—bleeding from the nose—clumsily, yet wisley avoids a punt kick attempt by Tsukiko: he uses one arm to lurch awkwardly back and roll aside, leaving only unoccupied space for The Siren's raised boot to find. Before she can halt her forward momentum, Tsukiko trips over Paige's arched back and impacts face-first on the canvas.

Phoenix: White is seeing red! I wouldn't want to be the matador to that guy's bull.
Roberts: "Siren" Tsukiko stomped the hell out of Freight Train with the flat of her right boot.
Jeffrey: Anyone else catch the crimson stain on the sole when she swung her leg up for that punt kick?! Damn. I think more than just Paige's smart-assery and lipstick are rubbing off on her partner. That was brutal!

Tsukiko—chest aching—rolls out to the floor on the commentary side and crosses her arms on the apron. She lets her head follow suit, resting it on one of her forearms, face-down. In the ring, Paige rolls sidelong to avoid a basement dropkick from Tommy, in similar fashion to White's evasion of the punt. Young baseball slides to a vertical base and turns—but is met by Hazel charging in from nowhere with a high single-leg dropkick, catching Young right on the chin. Then, the truly unexpected happens—The Freight Train barrels down on the unaware 128-pounder, throws his weight back and—from a low, short leap—front dropkicks Hazel right in the butt! She finds herself being launched over the ropes with alarming force.

Phoenix: Saitama City is Dropkick City for one night only, courtesy of 4CW!
Jeffrey: I love it! Bloody ring boots; many pounds worth of flying humans; and Hazel getting shot out of the ring like a sexually suggestive jack in the box! Ahaha!

Averting disaster, Hazel keeps her wits during her hellride to the floor and hooks the top rope with both hands. She dangles for a moment, then skins the cat back in. The fans are dazzled, eyes darting from one competitor to another. At this point, Hazel sneaks up and climbs Brian White's back like he's a big, ancient Ent she's mistaken for a tree; and it just won't stop trying to shake her off, for some reason! She digs into the sides of his neck with both hands, in lieu of being able to actually wrap them all the way round. All the while, Paige is laying in cheap shots as she dodges White's haymakers. Tommy finally gets his wits and legs about him and jumps back into action by shoving the Golden Pilgrim from behind—straight into a clobbering strike from Brian White! Paige hits the mat hard. soon, so does Hazel: she makes the mistake of covering Freight Train's eyes with her hands, so White blindly nabs a hold of her long, silver hair and whips her down to the mat below with a nasty hair-pulling snapmare. Hazel has the wind knocked out of her as she gasps for air on the mat.

Roberts: Man, everything Freight Train does is high-impact, huh?!
Phoenix: It's getting hard to call all this action, it's just been non-stop anarchy the whole time!

With both Paige and Hazel grounded, Tommy seizes the opportunity and heads to the ring apron, heading toward the turnbuckles. Freight Train grabs Hazel by the hair again and drags her over to lay across Paige's mid-riff.

Phoenix: Well, Tommy did want to take flight earlier tonight. Maybe this time he'll get his wish!

Seemingly out of nowhere—having been absent and unmoving for some time—Tsukiko rears her head back and lets a sharp, ear-shattering shriek burst forth from her lungs. At least half the fans reflexively cover their ears, as do White, Tommy and the commentary team; minus Ray. Tsukiko—apparently also bleeding from the nose, presumably from the trip over Paige's back—looks utterly pleased with herself... smiling and shrugging her shoulders impishly as though to say, "Whoops! Was that me?"

Roberts: What the hell was that?! My ears are still ri—
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! That... was the angelic voice of my next wife! She's incredible! She's perfect! She's—
Roberts: Spoken for?
Phoenix: A lesbian?
Jeffrey: Shut up, the both of you! A man can dream. And dream I shall! Argh, that intoxicating sound!
Roberts: Didn't you already say you'll be dreaming of my mother tonight?
Jeffrey: ... Wait, what? Are you upset by this change of plans, James?
Roberts: That's not what I meant! Not what I meant!

The Coven's frustrated siren storms the timekeeper's table and snatches both of Freight Train's title belts. She hosts them over each shoulder in the fashion typical of White himself. In the ring, Tommy shakes his head to combat his still-tingling ears and climbs the turnbuckles. He collects himself, taking a deep breath, then dives off the top rope in a beautifully arced Swanton Bomb! At the last second, Paige manages to push Hazel off her and out of harm's way, but cannot make any adjustment of her own in time—Young crashes down upon her with great impact.

Phoenix: Bombs Away! The Lunar Pilgrim mitigated the fallout of that one by sparing her already winded faction-mate from that breath-taking swanton!
Jeffrey: And that can indeed be a literally breath-taking move, I imagine. That'll knock the wind out of your sails in a hurry!

White spots Tsukiko taking off around ringside and toward the ramp with the two belts in tow and climbs out of the ring to pursue the title thief. Back in the ring, Witch Hazel fights back up to her knees with the aid of the middle rope, breathing normally again. Tommy Young—who's been nursing his back a bit after the swanton—turns and spots this. He darts toward the corner, skips over Paige and eats ring post as the slender seductress dodges his intended battering ram. Hazel pulls Paige back on her feet and together, they stare down their wounded prey.

Roberts: Tommy Young is in no man's land! Tsukiko has effectively lured White away from his friend!

Meanwhile, on the ramp, White—with raw vengeance in his eyes—bears down on Tsukiko, who is running slower than normal with the awkwardness of carrying the belts. Reaching the stage, White catches her long, flowing blue locks and drags her back to him. He releases her hair as she turns around to face him. Defiantly—if stupidly—Tsukiko stares him down. For a long, tense moment, the two warring athletes—both aching, both emotional, and both wearing crimson masks—stare long and hard into each other's narrowed eyes.

Jeffrey: Give him the belts, you beautiful angel! Don't go back to heaven without shrieking goodbye!

In the ring, a cornered Tommy Young picks a target—settling on Paige—and charges at her. He goes for a double-leg takedown, but Witch Hazel grabs a hold of him and shifts all his weight backward. Paige frees herself from Tommy's grip and kicks him in the gut, which Hazel follows up with a falling reverse DDT and a series of headbutts to her fallen prey. Not done yet, Paige stops Hazel's assault and gets her to help set Tommy up into a seated position on the top rope. Hazel laughs like a drunken hyena as Paige motions to the mat.

Roberts: I don't like the looks of this one iota...

Hazel drops onto her back a few feet from the turnbuckle , then raises her knees up high. Paige faces away from Tommy and hooks him by the underarms. Paige attempts to flip him over in an iconoclasm, but Tommy manages to garner his wits and hooks his feet around the ropes. Paige changes tact and turns to face Tommy, eating a boot to the face for her troubles.  Hazel rolls back up to her feet, however, and runs up the turnbuckle, bringing Tommy down with a super arm drag. A solid string of applause follows from the Saitama crowd. The two women continue their attack on Tommy, stomping away at him.

Jeffrey: Freight Train, get your ass back down here! This kid's in big trouble!

Back to White and Tsukiko, the staredown ends when something eases in the young woman's face. She seems to suddenly realize the gravity of the situation. She holds the belts out to White. He thinks for a moment what best to do with the brazen belt burglar and ultimately decides to go easy on her—by his standard, that is—and nastily throws her right into the barricade. Freight Train stands over her, chuckling to himself for a moment. Tsukiko uses the barrier to haul herself back up—a dumb move, as White simply repeats his throw in a mirror version, tossing her into the opposite barricade wall. White waits a bit to see what The Siren will do and his eyebrows raise slightly; refusing to stay down, Tsukiko—on legs that won't cooperate and with a face caked in coagulated blood—rises up and hobbles towards the big man. White looses the Universal title from one shoulder and ponders whether to put her out of her misery, when Tsukiko abruptly spits her blue mist—all over the Universal championship! In a moment of perfect anticipation, Brian White spares himself from the mist by using the belt's huge name plate as a shield! All out of resources and all out of strength, Tsukiko Mizuno breathes a heavy sigh and drops to her hands and knees. Some respectful clapping of hands follows.

Phoenix: I've never seen anything quite like that in all my days. To both shamelessly plug and also speak from the heart: ... "That's the particular brand of awesome you can only find here, in 4CW!"
Jeffrey: Amen, brother!

White gazes at his defeated opponent and nods to himself; perhaps begrudgingly impressed with her toughness. At last, he turns his attention back to the ring. Seeing Paige choking Tommy with both hands, he flies into an even greater rage than he'd been moments before.

Jeffrey: Oh, shit! Freight Train's a-rollin' on in!

White takes down a belt from each shoulder and begins charging down to the ring. The man looks absolutely livid. As Freight Train reaches the bottom of the ramp, he tosses both belts high ahead of him, over the ropes and into the ring. He never ceases his momentum as he does this: the championships go flying into the ring, where each one rains down upon the mat with a distinctive THUD sound. White slides in as the belts strike the mat: the "thud" alarms Hazel and Paige, who halt their onslaught and rise to their feet. With no idea what awaits them, they turn around... and are flattened into the mat by a sickening DOUBLE SPEAR!!! Hazel has the "bonus" misfortune of having her upper back impact on the Universal title belt. Both women are laid out, completely motionless in the middle of the ring. The crowd is going nuts!

Jeffrey: Woohoohoo! Oh baby!!! Double the champ, double the spear! Ahahahaha!!!
Phoenix: Good lord the carnage! What started with the ring of a bell has resulted in unbridled chaos!

White rises back up to his feet and rubs off some dry blood from under his nose. The big man surveys the wreckage all around him, then retrieves the World Championship from the far corner where it landed. He hunts for the other and soon spots the strap sticking out from beneath the Hazel-shaped pancake on the mat. He grabs hold of some silver hair—then thinks twice of it. White shrugs: damage already done, he foregoes any further hair-pulling/lifting and instead drops down beside the unconscious woman and slowly pulls the belt, by the strap, out from under her. He then crawls over to Tommy, who lies gasping and groaning in pain under the ramp-side ropes.

Jeffrey: Man. I'm floored! What the hell is gonna happen when this fucked-up breakfast club meets again? The only thing that could surprise me is a hearty handshake at this point. If these two end up face-to-face at Gallows End, it's easier to imagine them walking out of it with no skin than as pals!
Roberts: That would make for an incredible pair of Halloween costumes...
Jeffrey: Roberts, that is the ... actually, that's awesome. Am I in some bizarro world? This is the real Japan, right?

White scoops a barely-alert Tommy Young into a seated position, letting him lean his head against the middle rope for support. The pair watch on as Tsukiko Mizuno, tired and bloodied, shuffles down the ramp. She eyes the ring steps as though they're a mile high, shakes her head and turns back to face the ring. She looks up at White and Young for a long moment, then sighs and gingerly slides into the ring. She then begins to laboriously pull her lifeless lover toward the apron. She loses her grip on Paige's arm at one point, falling back on her butt. For a while, she just sits there and cries silently to herself, looking at Paige.

Phoenix: ... well, we talk a lot about blood, sweat and tears, dear fans and fanatics. This is the embodiment right here.

Freight Train watches on for a while. Taking some pity, he makes sure Tommy can keep himself upright, then silently drags Hazel to the ramp-side corner and returns to Tommy, helping his friend to his feet. Over the next few minutes, the arena crowd ushers Tsukiko on as she fights like hell to get her faction-mates out of the ring and up the ramp. Halfway up the ramp, the others begin to stir. Moving along slightly faster, The Coven soon reach the top of the ramp. Seeing the Titantron view of White and Tommy, interspersed with replay highlights from the match and brawl, the Golden Pilgrim breaks away from the others and turns on her heel. In lieu of a mic, she just shouts down the ramp...

Paige: SOMEBODY BRING ME MY FUCKING TITLE!!!

A wary-looking ring attendant jogs all the way up to where Paige stands and stares into Brian White's eyes. She grabs her belt from him without looking, continuing to meet White's own gaze. She balls up her fists in fury, then draws her head back...

AAAAAAHHHHHHH...WOOOOOOO!!!

Not quite a "werewolf howl": more of a pained, rage-filled scream that morphs into Paige's familiar, Flair-like exclamation. From the first half to the second, the atmosphere around her shifts. Upon ceasing, her expression is that of a wry, bitter smirk. She raises the Custom Cup title high above her head, then proceeds up the ramp with Tsukiko and Hazel as the show comes to a close.

Phoenix: Thank you for joining us for this intense and emotional night of 4CW action on the road to Gallows End! Goodnight!

Quick Results:
-The Supergroup def "Local Talent"
-Dirk Meyer def Senecca via countout
-Eddie Wolfbaine def Jacob Scharff, Supreme and MONSTAR in an elimination Fatal 4 Way to become #1 contender to the 4CW Universal Championship.
-JJJJ def Janitur via countout
-Pilgrim Paige vs Brian White ends in a Double Disqualification.

Writers:
-Opening White/Coven segment - Paige & Gorgrim
-Skywolf/MONSTAR backstage - Rhys
-The Supergroup vs "Local Talent"/Post Match Segment - Rhys
-Dirk Meyer vs Senecca - RD & Rhys
-Rhys Cain Interview - Rhys
-Elimination Fatal 4 Way - ImperialStingmon
-Janitur vs JJJJ - RD & Rhys
-Glock Nine/Phil McGroin Contract Signing - Rhys, Ninjak & Surreal
-Pilgrim Paige vs Brian White/Post Match Brawl - Paige (Post-Match Brawl) & Gorgrim (Match)

RP Judges:
Rhys

Review Sheet:
-Opening White/Coven segment:
-Skywolf/MONSTAR backstage:
-The Supergroup vs "Local Talent"/Post Match Segment:
-Dirk Meyer vs Senecca:
-Rhys Cain Interview:
-Elimination Fatal 4 Way:
-Janitur vs JJJJ:
-Glock Nine/Phil McGroin Contract Signing:
-Pilgrim Paige vs Brian White:

NOTE: Because of the nature of the PPV, pretty much everyone is going to be double booked. To save everyone doing multiple RPs, we'll do it like this: you write ONE RP for Gallows End PPV and the RP will count across any and all matches your character(s) is involved in.

13 Ghost Gauntlet for the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship
Brian White (c) vs Jon Viper vs Rhys Cain vs Phil McGroin vs Jacob Scharff vs Supreme vs Glock Nine vs Pilgrim Paige vs Eddie Wolfbaine vs Dirk Meyer vs Senecca vs Joey Joe Joe Junior

Gallows Pole Match
Glock Nine vs Phil McGroin

4CW Universal Championship
Brian White (c) vs Eddie Wolfbaine

4CW Custom Cup Championship
Graveyard by Moonlight Match
Pilgrim Paige (c) vs Jacob Scharff