4CW Storm Front - December 3rd, 2017

4CW Presents... Storm Front
Live from Little Caeser's Arena  -Detroit, Michigan
Att: 17,458

"Vertigo" by Eclipse 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 Eddie Wolfbaine winning the 13 Ghost Gauntlet an lifting the 4CW World Championship.

We cut to a packed Little Caeser's Arena, as the camera pans the cheering crowd and the familiar voice of Scott Phoenix breaks the noise.

Phoenix: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to 4CW Storm Front! I'm Scott Phoenix, joined as always by Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts! Tonight, we are live in Detroit! And we have a show packed with great action! In our main event tonight, Witch Hazel will take on Tommy Young, in his singles debut! With the heated tension between White and Paige, how will this match between their allies be affected?
Jeffrey: Also tonight, Supreme will go one on one with Jacob Scharff! Both men were unsuccessful in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet, but they will want to prove tonight that they deserve to be in title contention in the future.
Roberts: Also tonight, Phil McGroin, who cannot be 100% after his brutal mauling at Gallows End, will take on the behemoth that is Senecca, who also didn't have a good night at Gallows End!
Jeffrey: If I'm McGroin, I don't wanna be facing Senecca tonight!
Phoenix: But first ladies and gentlemen it's time to hear from our NEW 4CW World Champion!

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

The stage explodes in pyro as Delain’s “The Gathering” hits. Some fog machines then turn on, completely obscuring the ramp. After a few moments, a pair of unseen fans come to life, immediately blowing all of the fog and smoke away. The crowd murmurs for a few seconds upon seeing the empty stage before erupting as Eddie Wolfbaine steps into view, the 4CW Championship over his shoulder. He goes to motion to the crowd but stops, overcome with emotion. Instead, he mouths "Thank you" and heads down the ramp, looking across the rabid crowd.

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the NEEEEEWWW 4CW World Champion, EDDIE ... WOOOLFBAINE!!

At the bottom of the ramp, instead of rolling into the ring, Eddie  leaps onto the corner of the barricade separating the crowd from the ringside area. The crowd's screams turn into white noise as Eddie holds his title out in front of him and over the head of the fans in the third row. He stays there for nearly a minute before leaping back off and rolling into the ring, microphone in hand.

Wolfbaine: You... would not believe... the year I've had. Its had ups and downs and lefts and rights and if you had told me 12 months ago that I'd be standing here today your 4CW Champion-

The crowd explodes once more.

Wolfbaine: -I'd have laughed straight in your face. And yet... and yet a part of me always knew it would come to this. Nine years, to the damn day, after the first time I won the 13 Ghosts Gauntlet and claimed this belt as my own, I did it again. And to be speaking to you here today? Those of you who know my story know I grew up in the system. A million different homes, a million different childhoods...

Eddie Wolfbaine climbs the nearest turnbuckle and points over the crowd.

Wolfbaine: ... but all of that can't take away the fact that I was born six miles that way!

The crowd cheers once more, proving that even Eddie Wolfbaine isn't above a cheap pop.

Wolfbaine: And because of that, you know me, you know the story. I'm supposed to come out here and talk about being a fighting champion and taking on all challengers and blah, blah, blah. My response to that is this: What point in my career, what action have I ever committed would give you the impression that I would be anything less? If you can't see that at this point, well that's your fault.

Eddie moves towards the ropes nearest to the stage and leans against them.

Wolfbaine: Instead I'll leave you with a warning. Yes, I will fight and yes, I don't care who. But know this... you will be getting into *my* ring with *me*, trying to take away something that I treasure dearly. You will get everything I have, everytime. Look at my history and find what that truly means. Do not make the decision to challenge me lightly, I cannot and will not be held responsible for the condition you are left in. If you choose to enter this ring with me, invite whatever god you believe in to walk with you... because in the Valley of the Wolf, you will fear me.

With that, Eddie drops his microphone to one final pop from his hometown crowd and rolls out of the ring, stopping to slap a few of the fan's hands before walking back up the ramp.

Phoenix: Well, Eddie Wolfbaine is a champion ready to defend his crown! A warning to the whole locker room - and the question does remain: how will the new #1 contender be decided?
Jeffrey: I'm sure Skywolf has something up his sleeve, especially considering who the champion is...
Roberts: What's that supposed to mean exactly?

Before Jeffrey can answer however, we cut to a backstage area where Lord Skywolf himself, the general manager of 4CW, is walking through the corridors. He walks past the exit to the parking lot but stops, something having caught his eye. Slowly, he sneaks into the parking lot and hides behind a nearby car. In the distance, none other than MONSTAR himself is standing in a corner, speaking to someone in mutters who is shrouded in shadow. MONSTAR gives the person a brown package and the hooded figure strolls away into the darkness.

As MONSTAR approaches the arena again, Lord Skywolf jumps out from behind the car with an "AH HA!". MONSTAR doesn't look phased in the slightest.

Skywolf: Caught you red handed! What were you exchanging with that shady guy?
MONSTAR: Private.
Skywolf: Don't bullshit me! It was a drug exchange wasn't it?

Skywolf makes to search MONSTAR, but after thinking about it for a split second, decides against it and points at MONSTAR instead.

Skywolf: I want you tested!
MONSTAR: Again?
Skywolf: You're damn right, let's go!

Skywolf marches MONSTAR into the arena as we cut to a break.

Jeffrey: Welcome back to Storm Front and can I just say - I can't stand that little midget Sery - but his burgers are damn good. I had one earlier and it was fucking delicious.
Roberts: You... you really had one?
Jeffrey: Yeah. So?
Roberts: Nothing, ignore me.
Jeffrey: Oh, how I try.

"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The crowd start to boo before the competitor even shows up.

Carson: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, PHIL .. MCGROIN!!

Phil McGroin tries to strut to the ring, with Camera Man following, but Camera Man has a neck brace and Phil McGroin is clearly not 100% as he hobbles down to the ring.

Phoenix: Well, McGroin is not 100% tonight, and I'm not suprised! He took a beating at Gallows End!
Jeffrey: Yet he's here tonight!

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 PHIL MCGROIN
Parental discretion is advised...

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 Senecca stands there looking out at the crowd.

Bitch betta have my money...

Pyro goes off on either side of him as dollars begin to fall from the ceiling into the crowd.

Pay me what you we me...

Carson: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at three hundred and thirty pounds, originally from Cleveland, Ohio... now hailing from Vallhalla... THIS IS SENECCA!!

Senecca starts walking down the ramp to the ring. as he makes it to the steps he pauses to look up at the ring and makes his way up the steps nonchalantly. As he gets to the top he casually leans against the turnbuckle post and looks out at the audience. He shifts his arms as if he's going to open up his ring jacket then smirks and climbs in through the middle rope.

Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots
Like brrap, brrap, brrap

As soon as "brrap, brrap, brrap" is said pyro goes off in the ring like a gunshot and Senecca opens his ring jacket as he gives a cocky smirk to the camera.

Phoenix: One man looking to continue his winning ways, while the other needs to bounce back after a tough loss. Who will come out on top?

The bell rings and McGroin immediately charges at Senecca and starts trying to wail away on him with clubbing blows. Senecca shoves him off, but he charges right back in and gets dropped by a big lariat from the bigger man. McGroin clutches at his neck area after he crashes to the mat.

Phoenix: McGroin’s neck is apparently still quite tender after he was nearly hung by it at Gallows’ End. We’ll have to see how that affects him as the match goes on.

Senecca quickly picks up McGroin and places him on his shoulder for The Dark Plunge! McGroin slides off and takes out Senecca’s knee, dropping the larger man down to one! He runs the ropes but Senecca stands back up and catches him and just presses him high into the air and lets him crash hard onto the canvas! 1...2...but NO! McGroin shows some resolve and kicks out!

Roberts: Maybe McGroin should just eat the pin and be done with it! Clearly he's not 100%. Do you see any way he can get out of here with the victory and his career in tact?

McGroin does manage to catch Senecca with a rogue elbow when Senecca picks him up, and follows it up with a dropkick. McGroin winces upon landing, but Senecca barely moves an inch. McGroin gets back up and walks right into a belly-to-belly suplex! Senecca hooks the leg, determined this time McGroin is done! 1...2... but no! McGroin kicks out again.

Senecca seems in somewhat of a jovial mood, perhaps after sending Meyer for a plunge at Gallows End and so he laughs this off and gets back up to his feet. This time he waits and allows McGroin to get up to his feet which takes a little while. When he finally does, Senecca goes for The Dark Plunge again - but McGroin wriggles wildly and slips out of his grip, inadvertantly knocking the referee through the ropes and out of the ring!

Phoenix: The ref has been taken down here.
Jeffrey: Low blow him, McGroin!
Roberts: Not even gonna try and be unbiased, huh?

McGroin doesn't low blow though, as he struggles to get back up to his feet using the ropes. Senecca runs at McGroin and takes him out with a Big Boot, knocking him out of the ring and to the mat below. Senecca taunts at McGroin, and tells him to get back up and finish the fight - when suddenly, someone whips around Senecca - its DIRK MEYER!! He superkicks Senecca out of nowhere!! Meyer rolls out of the ring, grabs McGroin and throws him back in. He then does the same with the referee and hides behind the apron. The referee, confused, sees McGroin covering Senecca and goes with his instincts, counting ONE... TWO... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner, PHIL ... MCGROIN!!

Jeffrey: Yes! He did it! McGroin took down the giant that is Senecca!
Roberts: Yeah, that was all McGroin, there.

Inside the ring, McGroin rolls out, clutching his neck, but raising his arm in victory nonetheless, as Senecca comes to and realises quickly what has happened. He stares down Meyer, who emerges from the side of the apron with a mic in hand.

Meyer: Doesn't feel good does it, Senecca? That's just a fraction of how I felt taking a plunge off a pier! And you're gonna feel the rest of it at WAR. It's Dirk Meyer vs Senecca, one on one!

Meyer drops the mic and moves up the ramp as he and Senecca stare eachother down. Senecca gets back up to his feet and motions a message to Meyer along the lines of "I'm coming for you."

Phoenix: What a turn of events! We're going to see Dirk Meyer vs Senecca - one on one - New Year's Eve!

We come back from commercials and cut to the commentary desk. Jeffrey is about to talk when he grunts. He moves uncomfortably, then clutches his stomach, red-faced.

Jeffrey: I - gotta go - stomach - ugh --

Jeffrey barges passed his colleagues and hurries backstage. Phoenix looks at Roberts with a sigh.

Phoenix: I guess we're one man down, James. Jeffrey seems to have an upset stomach.
Roberts: I wonder if its from a ... certain burger ...
Phoenix: I wouldn't like to say, but what I would like to say is we're about to be joined by one of 4CW's finest!

"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system. The fans pop as the 4CW Hall of Famer emerges from gorilla position.

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS ... CAIN!!

Cain comes down to the ring, not dressed to compete, but rather a tailored dark navy suit with a grey shirt and black tie. Cain slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, looking over his sea of fans before climbing down and grabbing a mic from an attendant at ringside.

Cain: You know, I went into Gallows End, into the 13 Ghost Gauntlet match, with only one goal in mind. I was going to defeat 12 other competitors and leave the 3-time 4CW World Champion. That didn't happen.

Cain moves the mic away for a moment to suppress his frustration and the crowd boo to let him know they aren't happy with what went down either.

Cain: You see, I started off well. I defeated Supreme in a well fought battle, and I was quite proud of my victory, especially considering my record against him in the past. Next up was Glock Nine. He's one mean son of a bitch, I'll give him that, but I beat him too. Now, if that had been the end of it, and I lost further down the match because someone was the better man, I would hold my hands up and say hey I couldn't get it done - instead, Glock Nine decided that he couldn't handle the fact I was better than him that night and viciously assaulted me after being eliminated.

Cain grimaced and snarled as he remembered the attack but he kept his emotions in check and continued.

Cain: And then - after I'd been brutally assaulted by someone who wasn't even supposed to be involved anymore - the next entrant was of all people, Supreme - again!

Cain chuckled ironically to himself.

Cain: Or wait, was it Reamer? Cos apparently all we need to re-enter matches now is a nickname. Reamer, Supreme, whoever the hell you are, apart from the fact there was no way you should have been allowed to re-enter the match, you did what anyone would do and just took advantage of the fact I was out. I can't say anything against you for that. But let me tell you something, the next time we share a ring, I'll be dishing some of that back to you, tenfold. So that's something fun we can look forward to.

The crowd buzz slightly at the idea of Cain vs Reamer but Cain continues on.

Cain: But, to cut the crap, the reason why I'm out here tonight, is simply to tell Glock Nine to get his ass down to this ring so he can get the beating reserved for only the most special of pricks, of which he has now qualified. Let's go, big man. Let's go, mae.. bring The Hollowpoint Bullet nickname, and the fancy jacket, and see how far it gets you when I smash my knee into your jaw just like I did at Gallows End!

Cain, now fired up, throws the mic and rips off his tie, pulls off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves. There is motion from the curtain, fans think it's Glock but instead a chubby, bearded man comes out. He's wearing a suit, but also a baseball cap, he has thick greyish-black eyebrows to match the beard and has a mic in hand. Cain, obviously taken aback by whoever the hell this is, looks confused and picks up the mic again.

Cain: Who the hell are you?
???: You can call me Victor Venom.
Cain: Well, you aren't Glock, so get your chubby ass out of here.

Venom grins and chuckles, cartoonishly slapping his knee.

Venom: I think ya gonna wanna hear what I got to say. See, I'm represent'n Glock Nine. You can call me his agent, his advocate, whatever ya want, but the point is, I'm Victor Venom, and my name is a brand and Glock Nine is part of that brand so if you have a problem with Mr Nine, you gotta problem with Mr Venom.

Cain grins widely.

Cain: Wait.. you're calling me out?
Venom: Not at all Mr Cain, but I am saying that all matches here and forthwith gotta get my stamp of approval, see? So, this is what we're gonna do, you want Glock?
Cain: Anytime, any place. The sooner, the better.
Venom: Well, Mr Nine isn't here tonight see, but what I can do for ya is give ya the opportunity to fight him at 4CW War, on New Year's Eve. It'll be Glock Nine vs Rhys Cain - in a Wet Bandit's Death Match. You in?

Cain frowns.

Cain: Wet Bandit Death Match? What the hell is that?
Venom: That's the offer, Mr Cain, take it or leave it.

Cain thinks for a moment, then shrugs and nods.

Cain: You're on... and lemme give you a little warning, Mr Venom, if you decide to get involved in this match on New Year's Eve, I will personally shove that baseball cap so far down your throat, that Glock Nine will have to pull it out of your ass.

Cain drops the mic, his music plays, and Victor Venom nods, grinning at the fact that Cain has agreed to the match.

Phoenix: Well, that's Victor Venom folks! I'm not sure who he is, but he convinced Cain to agree to a match that personally I've never heard of. A wet bandits death match? What could this possible entail?
Roberts: I guess we'll find out at War and - wait - look - here comes Jeffrey.

Jeffrey comes back to his seat, flustered, sweating, and slowly sits down on his seat as if sensitive.

Roberts: Feeling better, Ray?

Jeffrey stares a hole through Roberts.

Jeffrey: Shut the fuck up, Roberts.

"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco starts up. The cheers in the audio track are the closest thing to a "pop" as the titantron plays the Supergroup's new entrance video. It's mostly just made up of clips of the Supergroup getting their asses handed to them. Zak E Justice, Nik Waverly and Carlos Starr saunter onto the stage. Chains, shades, tank tops and board shorts are the chosen apparel of the night. Justice and Waverly have their hair up in man-buns, and Starr is wearing one large glove for some reason. Justice carries a mic in one hand. Waverly is wearing so many chains, he jangles when he breathes.

Jeffrey: Worst. Wind chime. Ever.
Roberts: Well... they're not wearing cornrows tonight, so that's... kinda something. I guess.
Jeffrey: Shut up, Bro-berts! AHAHA! ... Ugh.

Carson: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introdu—

Justice: Bro, bro, bro. Step off and step out, bro!

Carson: You know what? I'm sick and tired of getting cut off. Fuck yourself, bro!

Carson flips Justice off and heads to the ringside tables. The Supergroup's theme cuts out and Waverly—with great effort, under the weight of his chains—sidles up and brings his face near the mic.

Waverly: Bro! He dissed you, bro!
Justice: I know, bro! What bogus, totally unprofessional behavior! This is our moment, bros!
Starr: Brooo!
Justice: Bros and bronettes, the Supergroup has found its fourth member!

At the commentary table, Ray Jeffrey is banging his head against his monitor.

Jeffrey: MAKE IT STOP!

Waverly: That's right, bro! We found just the right man to put an end to MONSTAR, once and for all!
Justice: Come on out, member number four! Don't be shy, bro. Be a fly bro!

The Animal In Me's cover of "Tubthumping" exacerbates the PA system's tolerance for metalcore breakdowns as a series of ice packs tied onto long ropes descend from the rafters, lining the stage at each side: a ghostly display of pain relief hovering 6 feet off the ground.

Jeffrey: AHAHAHAHA!!! What the hell is this?!
Phoenix: Sad to say I'm superficially "in the know" on this guy, and well... this ain't gonna be pretty, one way or another.

A muscular, tanned beast of a man, wearing a black singlet and bearing quite poor posture, steps out slowly onto the stage. His expression is serious and intense, but also a bit tight; like he sucked on a lemon before walking through the curtain.

Justice: Introducing first, from... well, we kinda just found him backstage and didn't ask questions, bros... just, like, being all jacked and rad and yeah... uh... THIS. IS. MYBAAACK!

Myback approaches his faction-mates on the ramp. He stretches for a bit, rarely bending in any major way. He motions to Carlos Starr, shouting "HEAT GLOVE" loudly. Starr trots over and slaps his gloved hand against the small of Myback's back. Messy sentence endings aside, the big man roars at Starr, slaps him upside the head and tells him to apply it gently. Starr presses the large glove lightly against his new ally's back, soothing the beast's rage.

Phoenix: Alright; that was weird.
Roberts: At least the glove thing has been explained.
Jeffrey: Has it, though?

The Supergroup make their way down to the ring with Myback leading the way. He cautiously ascends the steps and eases his way into the ring through the ropes. The fans start up a not-entirely-sincere "MYBACK" chant. Starr, Justice and Waverly take up position at ringside. Starr tries to pawn off his heated mitt, but has no luck. He sets it down onto the ring steps near commentary. Carson returns to the ring.

"No Easy Way Out" by Robert Tepper hits the speakers.

Carson: And his opponent, from BIG BEEFCAKE, Oklahoma... standing 7 feet tall and weighing in at 360 lbs... MOOONSTAAAR!!

Phoenix: I guess that answers the question of whether MONSTAR passed his drug test! Once again, he is allowed to compete!
Jeffrey: The guy is a machine. Hard work, commitment, is all it takes for a body like that!

MONSTAR stomps straight down the ramp with the focus and ferocity of King Kong walking a straight line for a police officer's "Have you been drinking?" test. He pulls himself up onto the apron—the ring appears to bow slightly and the top rope threatens to snap—and steps over the ropes into the ring.

Jeffrey: Oh, this should be good!

Myback faces his massive opponent with something like confidence on his face... though mostly, it's just a blank canvas of stupid. He stands up as straight as he can, but winces tightly and goes back to his previous, slightly-off posture. He strolls to center ring and offers his hand to shake. MONSTAR's muscles pop and quiver as he laughs out loud. He proceeds to stomp over to meet his opponent at mid-ring. MONSTAR takes Myback by the hand and grips it to shake—but the very first downward motion is so powerful, it sends Myback face-first to the canvas, his arm hanging limply from MONSTAR's abnormally painful grasp.

Jeffrey: Well, this one's dead. One down, three to go!
Phoenix: RAY!
Jeffrey: SCOTT! ... Geez, it sure is fun to shout!

MONSTAR releases his opponent's hand. Myback roll out to ringside for a quick breather, then slides back in. He rushes his behemoth opponent, who's gotten bored and started staring at his freakish muscles and flexing them. Myback charges in for a spear, hits MONSTAR's mid-riff bang-on... and bounces off, crashing to the mat. MONSTAR spots the movement out of the corner of his eye and grabs the newcomer by the shoulders. Myback has presence of mind—wait—no, he doesn't, but he kicks MONSTAR in the balls anyway. This mildly irritates MONSTAR for a moment, so Myback darts away, gaining distance. He hits the rope and bounces off, coming back only to get smushed into a man-shaped pancake with THE BEEFCAKE ROIDER!

Roberts: Holy shit, what a fucking powerslam!
Phoenix: JAMES!
Jeffrey (chuckling): SCOTT!
Phoenix: RAY!
Shrek: DONKEY!
Jeffrey: Wait... what?!

The ringside members of the Supergroup hit the apron, causing a fuss and jangling their bling in the ref's general direction. MONSTAR stamps over, only to get slapped in the face with the heated glove, courtesy of Zak E. Justice. MONSTAR growls in rage and pie-faces Justice so hard, he's sent sailing into the barricade spine-first! The others overstay their welcome on the apron—partly because a few of Waverly's chains get caught around a ring post. The ref gets fed up and ultimately, The Supergroup find themselves banned from ringside. Starr and Waverly collect Justice and the guys trudge, jangle and "BRO!" their way up the ramp.

Jeffrey: This match just got 66% less whack!
Phoenix: Might as well get some medics and a stretcher out here, if you ask me!

At some point during the kerfuffle, Myback has tumbled out to ringside. Now, he's on his feet, walking along by the barricade with a pained expression. He asks every fan he passes in the front row if they have some Robaxacet. Upon receiving a capsule from a kind fan who looks oddly like Olive Oyl, Myback's eyes light up. He looks to the woman and roars "FEED! MY! MORE!" She shrugs and informs him it was the last one she had on her person. Myback shrugs in turn, pops the tablet into his mouth and gulps it down. A moment later, Myback is puffing his chest out and flexing his arms. And standing up straight. He roars again, then slides into the ring. He runs headlong at MONSTAR, who swipes at Myback like a bear on hind legs. Myback ducks to one side, pumps the brakes and turns, awaiting his adversary to do the same. MONSTAR slowly twists his gargantuan frame around to face his future dinner annoying target. This action is met with a savate kick to the chest. MONSTAR doesn't exactly react, though does find himself bent forward slightly—more so resembling Myback's posture than a man who's buckled over in pain. Myback sets himself to task all the same. He hooks MONSTAR up in a front facelock and heaves the behemoth's massive left arm over his shoulder. Myback scans the audience members, some of whom are actually paying attention, if only out of morbid curiosity.

Roberts: Could you imagine what it'll do for this guy's career if he hits this?!
Jeffrey: End it. He'd break every bone in his body. Besides—seriously—that's NOT gonna happen.
Jim Ross Phoenix: IT'S GONNA BE THE BACKHAMMER! HE'S GONNA BREAK MONSTAR IN HALF, BAH GAWD!
Jeffrey: ... What the hell just happened to Scott?!

Myback plants his feet, bends at the knees and braces himself. He pulls upward to lift—and shrieks out in pain, grabbing at his lower back as he tumbles to the mat, writhing in agony. The crowd boos and laughs.

Roberts: Well, that was a short career.
Jeffrey: He should've asked for some extra strength stuff. THEN he'd have gotten MONSTAR up! AHAHAHAHA!
Jim Ross Phoenix: HE BROKE HIMSELF IN HALF! HE—
Jeffrey: Seriously, what the fuck, Phoenix?!

MONSTAR looks down upon his fallen foe, then stomps the hell out of the ring mat, jumping up and down like Godzilla in a bouncy house. Myback's wriggling ceases. He lays on the canvas; a defeated lump of Goldberg-shaped coal.

Phoenix: THE GREAT BEACH BEEFQUAKE, BAH... wait, where am I? Oh yeah. At a 4CW event, surrounded by idiots.
Jeffrey: There's the Scott I know and generally respect!

The ref shrugs and calls the match.

Carson: Your winner by knock-out... MOOONSTAAAR!

Roberts: Well... that was... a match.
Phoenix: What match? Did I space out or something?
Jeffrey: I dunno what the hell happened.
Phoenix: It's odd. I feel strangely compelled to hock my signature barbecue sauce to wrestling fans. I don't have a signature barbecue sauce. ... Or do I?
Michael Cole Roberts: We'll be right back after the break.

Jeffrey: Interesting fact there, eh? Convenient that Wolfbaine entered #13 to win this last 13 Ghost Gauntlet and his ex-tag partner Skywolf just so happens to be GM.
Phoenix: I'm not sure I know what you're insinuating, Ray.
Jeffrey: Oh I think you do Scott.
Phoenix: Anyway, moving forward, we are just getting ready for one on one action as, and I've been told to make this clear, Supreme, not Reamer, will be going one on one with Jacob Scharff! Both men will be looking for some momentum after not managing to claim victory at Gallows End.

"Good Times" by Finger Eleven hits the PA system.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs... SUPREME!!

Supreme comes out, not a sign of his alter ego Reamer in sight. He has a huge grin on his face, and looks happy to be there. He gets a mixed response from the crowd, who are not sure how to take him. Supreme stops with a young woman who is desperate for a selfie. She almost loses her shit while he agrees and poses and at the moment of the capture, he squeezes her breast. She steps back, affronted, and Supreme, oblivious, grins as he continues down the ramp and into the ring.

Phoenix: Well I guess Supreme... loves his fans?

"His World" by Crush 40 hits the PA system. The crowd get much more favourable with the arrival of The Thunderbolt! They get loud quickly, anticipating his appearance. Finally Jacob Scharff steps out on to the stage, to a huge pop, and a standing ovation from much of the thousands in attendance. He looks a bit bruised and battered, but otherwise good and ready to go. Jacob, 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.

Phoenix: Scharff had a rough night at Gallows End despite a valiant effort! It seems the fans are showing their appreciation for him here tonight. Scharff was cleared for competition just a few days ago, so while he may not look 100%, I can assure you he is ready to go!
Roberts: And fighting Supreme will be a good test for him after not being able to claim either the Custom Cup or World Title. These two always give their all in competition against one another.

Scharff enters the ring and he and Supreme acknowledge each other. The referee sends them to their corners and then calls for the bell to get this match underway. They circle eachother for a moment, and then lunge into a grapple in the center of the ring. Supreme wins the clash and pushes Scharff into the corner. The ref calls for a break and Supreme slowly backs off for a clean break, then steps back and allows Scharff to step forward.

Scharff locks up with Supreme again and this time, he wins the battle, by pushing Supreme away into the corner, who rolls himself back up into a standing position. Both men stare each other down and the crowd start to buzz. The two clash for a third time, Supreme locks Scharff in a headlock and wrenches away.

Supreme is pushed away by Scharff and goes to the ropes. On his way back, Scharff attempts a clothesline which Supreme ducks. Supreme comes back with a clothesline attempt of his own, which Scharff ducks. Scharff whips Supreme around and locks him in a DDT position, but Supreme reverses and rolls out, locking in an arm bar behind Scharff's back. Scharff quickly turns, flipping positions and releasing himself and then locks Supreme in a headlock from behind. Supreme pushes Scharff away and tries to clothesline him on his return.

Again, Scharff ducks, comes back from the other side and takes out Supreme with a big dropkick! He hooks the leg. 1... 2.... Supreme kicks out! Both men hurry back to their feet and the crowd applaud the competitive back and forth they just witnessed.

Phoenix: Supreme and Scharff showing how good they both are and how well they seem to know eachother!

Scharff charged at Supreme with wild strikes and landed him in the corner. Supreme reverses and throws Scharff into the corner delivering a few elbows to the temple. Scharff pushes away and runs at Supreme with a jumping clothesline. Supreme goes down and Scharff hooks the leg. 1... no, a quick kickout from Supreme! Both men get up almost at the same time, but Supreme is able to get the upper hand and takes out Scharff with a belly-to-belly suplex! Scharff sells himself back to his feet and walks into a German Suplex! Supreme bridges for the fall. ONE... TWO... NO! Scharff kicks out!

Roberts: A great back and forth here! This really could go either way at this rate!
Phoenix: Both men had long nights at Gallows End. The question is, who has more in the tank tonight?

Scharff and Supreme both lock back up in the middle of the ring and the crowd are starting to get pumped with the fast paced back and forth before them. Scharff lifts Supreme and hits a suplex. Scharff picks up Supreme and puts him in position for the Thunder Drop - but Supreme wriggles out and tries to German Suplex Scharff again - Scharff lands a little sheepishly, but lands on his feet nonetheless and grabs Supreme for a German of his own! But he doesn't finish it there, and he continues into another German and then finally, Scharff rolls into a third German Suplex!

Roberts: Rumbling Thunder! Is it enough?!

Scharff holds the bridge and the ref slides in to count. ONE... TWO... NO!! Supreme kicks out! Scharff gets off, a little frustrated, pretty tired, but adamant not to give up and pulls himself groggily up to his feet. He takes a few breathers, by which time Supreme is up on to one knee. Scharff approaches, but Supreme suddenly springs to life. He catches Scharff by surprise, hooks the leg and hits the Fisherman Suplex! He bridges!

Phoenix: Supreme Compromise!

The referee counts! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO!! Scharff kicks out!  Supreme jumps back up to his feet, adrenaline now pumping, he slaps himself to get the adrenaline flowing and stalks Scharff. Scharff slowly and gradually stumbles to his feet and Supreme hooks his leg again - seemingly for another Fisherman - but Scharff reverses, slips out of Supreme's grip, and hits the THUNDER DROP SLAM!!

Scharff eagerly leans over and hooks Supreme's leg! ONE.. TWO... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner... JACOB ... THE THUNDERBOOOOLT ... SCHARFF!!

"His World" blares through the speakers again as our winner is announced to a huge pop from the crowd.

Phoenix: It was a back and forth game of chess seemingly between these two, and Scharff pulled out the unexpected checkmate!
Roberts: It just goes to show how dangerous the Thunder Drop can be if it takes you by surprise!
Phoenix: Scharff moves forward with the momentum - but what does the future hold for these two - or is it three - men?

The arena lights dim as Lycia's gothic dirge "Baltica" begins. Bluish-white spotlights dance about the stage. A pair of silvery, cat-like eyes appear on the 4CWTron. Suddenly, it malfunctions, glitching into broken images and then freezing. The lights, tron and music all cut out at once. Dancing, colorful spotlights illuminate the stage as the jumbotron restarts. Brightly-lit carnival rides and colorful game stalls are displayed for a few moments. Suddenly, the imagery switches out to show eerie, abandoned amusement parks under dark, foreboding skies. The imagery fades to black, and those silvery eyes reappear on the screen. Sigh's "Inked in Blood" kicks in, sounding like some kind of carnival theme gone horribly wrong! Dim lighting overtakes the arena, and Witch Hazel darts out from behind the curtain to a modest chorus of boos. She takes a quick look around, then charges to the top of the ramp. Hazel bends low and starts to windmill her silver hair around like mad! Some fans join in; many folks nearest to the ramp start headbanging, too.

Carson: Introducing first, and accompanied by 4CW Custom Cup Champion Pilgrim Paige... her presence comes to us tonight from both everywhere... and nooowheeere... weighing in at 128 pounds... WITCH! ... HAAAZELLL!

Jeffrey: Damn! Hazel's new theme song is wild! You diggin' this, Scott?
Phoenix: Not quite my cup of tea, if I'm being honest! I will say that it's appropriately hectic, though.

Paige appears from behind the curtain to a wildly mixed response; the arena is deafening. A sizable portion of the audience points, "oohs" or taps their neighbor as they notice an unexpected detail—Paige is standing on crutches. (Painted black, of course.)

Jeffrey: Oh, no! The rumors were true!
Roberts: Unfortunately, it seems so. For all the folks at home, word going around backstage earlier tonight was as follows: The Coven's limo arrived at the arena early, and though no one witnessed Paige exiting the vehicle, Tsukiko was allegedly spotted hopping out and retrieving a pair of crutches.

Pilgrim Paige eases her way to the edge of the ramp, standing a few feet to the right, and rear, of her exuberant companion. Hazel turns and meets Paige's gaze: the Lunar Pilgrim smiles and gives a short, approving nod. With that, Witch Hazel turns, throws her head back and laughs madly. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the ring. The silver-haired sorceress bolts toward the barricade—leaps—and lands upon like a raven perching on a treetop. Hazel proceeds to run the length of the barrier all the way down to ringside! At the end of her daring sprint, Hazel jumps down to the floor and slides into the ring. All the while, Paige awkwardly makes her way to the ring on her metal crutches.

Phoenix: Gallows End took its toll on a number of competitors, and none more than the Lunar Pilgrim, in my perspective. Her Graveyard by Moonlight match against Jacob Scharff was a gruelling, hellish affair that resulted in Paige being unable to continue. When it was all said and done, Scharff and Paige were rewarded with a fine pair of concussions for their troubles.
Jeffrey: And a fine pair of crutches for Paige. This sucks!

In the ring, Hazel looks out over the sea of people, then climbs the near turnbuckles and gets to windmilling her hair again. When she moonsaults off the second rope and hits the mat, a burst of silver pyro shoots up from all four ring posts. Hazel gazes about once more with her intense, lustrous eyes. Paige reaches ringside and slides her crutches into the ring, then carefully hoists herself onto the apron and slides in. Hazel helps her injured ally to her feet and back onto the crutches. The arena lights return to normal as Hazel calls for a ringside attendant to toss her a microphone. She catches it and hands it off to Paige. Before a word can be said, some sections of the lively Michigan crowd begin to stand and clap their hands. Soon, the arena is on its feet and the Lunar Pilgrim is treated to a full minute of standing ovations and applause, interspersed briefly by a "THANK YOU, PAIGE!" chant. When things start to settle down, Paige raises the mic to speak.

Paige: I really don't know what to say! I came out here with... well, some kind of plan, at least. So I guess I wanna say first, "Congratulations, Detroit! You've managed to leave this shit-talker speechless!"

Paige and Hazel raise the horns to the hooting and hollering fans. Paige grins like an idiot, but looks a bit tense at the same time. A single comment catches her attention amidst the chatter in the crowd, tightening her already pained expression...

Female fan: WHERE'S TSUKIKO?

The Golden Pilgrim heaves a great sigh as the clamour subsides.

Paige: Hear that, my fellow 4CW fanatics? A young fan just asked me a solid question from 20 feet away. Yeesh! Take that, Gabriel!

Somewhere backstage, 4CW correspondent Gabriel Crowe sheds a single, solemn tear.

Paige: She asked, "Where's Tsukiko?" Damn. ... Well, alright. Kiko has decided not to accompany us to the ring tonight. And to be frank, I don't really blame her. I blame myself. The poor girl's nerves are all bound up in knots. I know it's because of what went down at Gallows End in the GBM match. The Graveyard by Moonlight was her breaking point... she wants to help out while I heal and—when the time comes—training. But Tsukiko is pretty shaken up, and pretty pissed with me. Has been for a bit. She just hides it well. There's definitely been other hard times... Gallows End was just the tipping point. I pushed myself to the limit. And I wouldn't do it any different if I had my time back... even though I paid the price for it. And for being too proud to bow out of 13 Ghosts. Yep... I definitely felt it the next day.

She looks down, fixated on the crutches for a moment.

Paige: Well, I think I know the exact point Kiko's head started swimming with unease to begin with. And that brings me to our Universal Champion, Brian White.

A greatly mixed response from the crowd at the mention of White's name.

Paige: Yeah, that's right: The FREIGHT TRAAAIN! WOO-WOO, haha! Big Bri, ol' buddy: you sure rattled my brains at Gallows End, huh? Well don't think for a second I've forgotten about you and your holier-than-thou moral crusade against me and my girls! Your egotistical dismissal of my abilities, of my CHAMPION STATUS! You see the gold around this waist?

The Custom Cup Championship gleams under the arena lights, wrapped snugly around the Lunar Pilgrim's torso.

Paige: This belt is staying RIGHT! HERE! And besides... it looks like you've got another singles title to shoot for after what the Big, Bad Wolf pulled off at Gallows End!

An "Ooh!" from the crowd. Hazel cackles and dances about like a kid on a sugar high.

Phoenix: Paige is referring, of course, to White's recent world title loss.
Roberts: Who could forget the outcome of 13 Ghosts? That was pure chaos!

Paige: White: you still think I'm a dangerous idiot? Still feel like I'm below your weird sense of morals and standards? Well, doll, let me say just one thing. I'm out here on one good leg, coming off a concussion and still making a good sight more sense than what spews from your gaping bear maw! You still think I need to be put in my place once and for all? Come on out and say your piece! WOOOOO!

Phoenix: Challenge issued!
Jeffrey: Woo! This is gonna be good!

Brian White's music hits and the big man comes out on stage with the Universal Title over his shoulder, a mic in hand and a slightly quizzical look on his face.

White: Paige, Paige, Paige, you poor girl! I'm so sorry that I ended up putting you on the injured reserve.... Oh, wait, no, not really! You see, I have a problem with you because you seem to have no respect for the competitors that enter the ring with you. That was never an issue six months ago, cus you had that respect, that honour. But something changed when you got that belt!

Here, White points directly at Paige.

White: I may not be a nice guy, but I respect my opponents. You have no respect for anyone who steps into that ring except your little group of weirdos! That graveyard match was painful to watch! The fact Scharff came off that without a concussion was a miracle, and he probably shouldn't have been cleared to the gauntlet match later too! But that's the business. We do what's right for the company, except you seem determined to actually kill someone in that ring! And you've nearly succeeded twice! And this time round, you nearly took yourself out as well! What the hell is wrong with ya, Paige?

For a second, Paige looks stupefied. When the moment passes, her face is tight, but her expression is neutral as she gazes upon Brian White. The crowd begins to twitch a little uncomfortably for the most part, but a few are shouting; encouraging or cajoling the two with mics to fight.

White: And yeah, I have another title shot to look to at some point in the future, but at least Wolfbaine fought with honour and respect. Both. Times! He is a worthy champion. You have done nothing to gain my respect and nothing to deserve that belt!

The crowd “oooooooh” at this and Paige's face descends into a mask of rage. White's voice becomes ominous.

White: And as I only give what I receive; that means, next time we do fight, Paige? There will be no respect, no honour, all bets will be off and you will regret stepping in that ring with me again!

The crowd begin chanting again, some for White, some for Paige, as White steps off to the side of the stage.

White: But don't we have a match to watch? Carson, get your arse in gear and do ya job! Hit the music!

And to everyone's surprise, it's not "Wherever I May Roam" that hits the PA, but "Aces High" by Iron Maiden. The arena goes dark and black and white scenes of war appear on the tron, with white lights following the rhythm of the drums. As the song kicks in proper, pyro explodes up from the stage and Tommy Young quite literally flies through the fire to hit a perfect three point landing. Young wears a pair of semi-baggy khaki trousers that look like they could be the lower half of a flight suit that's been cut off at the waist; black, military-style boots; aviator sunglasses and a brown sheepskin flying jacket that's left open, showing his chest. The young man rises to his feet, with his stance wide and a big grin on his face. He raises his arms above his head, forefinger and thumbs outstretched so his thumbs touch and his fingers are pointing above the ring. He holds the pose for a few seconds before dropping his arms and making his way to the ring, slapping outstretched hands on either side of the ramp as he does so. White, a slight grin on his face as he watches his exuberant apprentice, calmly walks down the middle of the ramp, his eyes never leaving Paige.

Carson: And introducing, from Barry, South Wales and weighing in at 184lbs, being accompanied by the Universal Champion, Brian 'The Freight Train' White, 'Top Gun' Tommyyyy Yooooooooooung!

Phoenix: Quite an entrance for this young man's debut!
Jeffrey: You said it! I think my eyebrows were singed from here!
Roberts: Just goes to show, hard work and dedication can help you make it in this business! It certainly did for this young man.
Jeffrey: For once you're right Roberts!
(Roberts perks up in surprise by this seeming encouragement from Jeffrey)
Jeffrey: But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna say it! So, shut up Roberts! Ahahaha!

The screen continues to show scenes of jet fighters flying in formation and gun cams showing missiles destroying bunkers, interspersed by stock footage of Tommy flying about the ring.

Tommy enters the ring and climbs the bottom left turnbuckle, again raising his arms above his head and touching his thumbs together as he takes in the crowd's cheers for the debuting young man. The music fades away and Tommy jumps from the turnbuckle to face his catlike opponent. He removes his jacket and glasses and chucks them towards a stage-hand before moving towards the centre of the ring, shaking his arms out and bouncing on the balls of his feet. White and Paige take up opposite ringside positions to support their protégés: Paige near the ramp, White near the announce tables. Hazel slinks into the ring, and the ref calls for the bell.

DING-DING-DING!

Roberts: Alright, here we go!

The fledgling athletes edge toward one another, leaning forward and slowly circling. Witch Hazel abruptly dives low and forward, swiftly picking Tommy's right leg out from under him. She pounces again to follow up, but her hands grab nothing but air as Tommy spins to one side and regains a vertical base just a few feet away. Before Young can close the gap, Hazel springs to her feet as well. A polite expression of appreciation in the stands.

Phoenix: Looks like we've got a couple escape artists squaring off tonight! Quicker than a couple o' hiccups, wouldn't you say, fellas?
Jeffrey: Oh, real mature, Scott! Yeesh! It was one time. They're involuntary; not exactly a plannable—
Phoenix: Wait, what are you—oh, that—I'd forgotten all about that.
Jeffrey: Oh. Uh... good call, Scott!

The two combatants stare each other down for a moment as their mentors watch on intently. Young and Hazel approach one another and lock horns in the middle of the ring. Tommy drives a knee into Haze's solar plexus. As she falls to one knee, Hazel  picks Tommy's leg yet again with a quick chop block, putting him on his shoulders. In turn, Young kips up, jumps and hits his adversary with a dropkick before Hazel can find her feet. Tommy crawls to Hazel's side and puts some weight on her shoulders.Hazel kicks out before one and with authority, as she pops right out from under Tommy's relaxed lateral press. She turns to face him, darts forth and receives a low arm drag for her troubles. Tommy's attempted follow-up sees him charge at the recovering Hazel, who hooks his near arm with her own, taking him up and over in the Japanese application of the move.

Roberts: Wow. Blink and you'll miss something!
Phoenix: Impressive speed, without a doubt.

Young is slightly slower to his feet this time, and Hazel wastes no time in following up. "Top Gun" Tommy Young receives a hard kick to the gut and a snap suplex for his troubles. The silver-haired sorceress pulls Young up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Tommy rears his head low on the rebound, so Hazel leapfrogs up and over. His return from the opposite side sees Hazel attempt a sliding heel trip, but Tommy hops over and slams on the brakes. They both spin to face one another at almost the same time, but Hazel's extra half-second to rise up from the mat costs her—Top Gun drops the hedge witch with a wicked savate kick to the chest! Young is on top...

One...

Two—kick-out! Hazel rolls away and retreats to the ropes for a moment, kneeling down.

Phoenix: I gotta believe these lax pins are on purpose. It's the early goings of the match, and that's the second time Young has used a rather casual cross press on Hazel.
Roberts: Ahh, I get it. Force her to expend the extra energy kicking out, all the while planning his next move.
Phoenix: Spot-on, James.
Roberts beams.

Tommy follows in on Hazel with a series of forearm shots against the ropes. He attempts an Irish whip, but Hazel grabs on tight and turns inward along the way, wrenching Young's arm in the process. From this position, she drives an elbow into the side of his head, leaving him momentarily dazed. Paige's aggressive acolyte rakes her way down Tommy's shoulders; he shouts aloud and reels in pain.  The ref admonishes The Coven's enforcer, but she just waggles her tongue suggestively at him. Hazel seizes the moment, planting Young with a falling reverse DDT! Hazel stays low and throws her head back, flipping her mass of silvery-blonde tresses over her shoulders. Her pale face exposed in full, it becomes clear Hazel has ill intentions for her prey. Witch Hazel proceeds to arch her back and bash her forehead against Tommy Young's own, only barely stopping short of the referee's count of five!

Jeffrey: Hold On to Your IQ, Tommy Young! The Lunatic Minge is on the loose! Ahaha, I love this girl when she gets crazy!
Phoenix: Hahaha!! Not the cleanest humor, mind; but I'll give you some credit for that one, Ray. I'll also agree this young woman is quite entertaining, but that count was too close for comfort This loon is gonna get herself disqualified if she keeps on like that!
Roberts: Wait. "The Lunatic Minge"? How... clever. And... British?
Jeffrey: It's called being cultured, James. in a pitiful, mock Brit accent Now, be a good lad and kindly shut your crumpet-hole! Ho-ho! Jolly good!

Hazel sits up on her knees, looking somewhere between woozy and amused. Her head lolls back for a moment, then falls back down again. The latter motion brings the odd young woman's questionable wits back around, so she shakes her head like a dog and crawls to the ropes to get back up. Young is still on his back, trying to shake his own clutch of cobwebs out. Pilgrim Paige watches on from ringside with a look of pride; White, on the other hand, has one eyebrow raised and at one point mouths off at Paige from the opposite side of the ring about her "legion of unsavory lunatics". Freight Train, unsurprisingly, doesn't really need a mic to be heard!

Jeffrey: Ahaha! Freight Train is fucking awesome.
Phoenix: No wonder this guy's so hard to choke out. Man; the lungs on him!

Tommy's recovery is urged on by the packed Boston arena, chanting "TOP GUN! TOP GUN!" and stomping loudly. The upstart young buck rises and meets Witch Hazel at center ring. She drills him with a hard forearm shot, then another. From here, the hedge witch lays into Tommy with a shoot kick that drives forth so fast, it's almost a blur. Young winces, but only for a moment. His expression turns unexpectedly to... amusement? He makes a "Bring it on" motion with both hands; Hazel shrugs and swings her right calf hard into Tommy's mid-section. He staggers back, but screeches to a halt and grimaces through the pain. Coming back like a bullet, he returns the shoot kick from earlier; in Young's case, this motion is a blur, no "almost" about it. Hazel reels, hopping a short circle on one foot. She turns back to her opponent and receives another returned favor in the form of a nasty middle kick right in the bread basket! Hazel fights the pain as Young did before, and actually growls at him like an animal. The two attack at the same time, each one planting a rib-breaking leg strike on the other—simultaneously!

Jeffrey: DAMN! Something's gotta give, here!

It does. To be specific, it's Hazel's knees: she tries to keep her feet, but wobbles and falls to a kneeling stance, spent. Tommy searches for whatever breath may be left in him and finds it. And with this, the floodgates open! "Top Gun" Tommy Young launches into a succession of stiff, rapid kicks to the chest, ribs—he even plants one targeted shot to the left shoulder to square up with Hazel for the shoulder-rake! On the outside, White's expression is one of dark delight. Young backs away, measures his opponent and Hazel ducks low at the last millisecond! Tommy halts and takes care to keep his balance in bringing his extended leg back to down to the canvas. In the meantime, Hazel finds her feet—but is instantly met with a spinning back kick to the mid-riff! She buckles forward, head low and completely vulnerable. Young looks over his shoulder, calculates... and catches Hazel in the back of the neck with a perfectly-executed Pelé kick!

Jeffrey: WHAT A SHOT!
Phoenix: What a sequence! This kid's got fighter jets for feet! Just phenomenal!

White nods his approval at ringside. Young sets himself up in the nearest corner, watching and waiting for his adversary to start moving again. He grabs the ropes on each side, lightly bouncing on his heels in anticipation. Hazel manages to get to her hands and knees, again shaking her head to help refocus. Tommy's knuckles begin to turn white from gripping the ring ropes so tight! He forms his distinctive "take flight" gesture with his forefingers and thumbs again, this time aiming both pointer fingers directly at Hazel's head.

Jeffrey: This is gonna be nasty!

Young takes off full-tilt and brings his leg up swift and sure just as Hazel catches a glance and drops to her belly, seemingly all at once. Tommy's high-velocity punt kick catches only air, sending him onward past his grounded rival. Hazel pounces upon him from behind, grabbing him in a waist lock. Young elbows away at Hazel's ribs to break the hold, then whips his arm around with shocking speed, coming yet again within a hair of taking the hedge witch out—it's foiled by a quick duck of the head.

Roberts: Good instincts on this girl, like her or not.

Witch Hazel nabs Tommy Young around the waist again, this time running him forward, into the ropes. She pulls him back and rolls him up in the middle of the ring...

One... Hazel attempts to bridge back for extra leverage

Two... Young struggles wildly

Th—kick-out! Young finds space to roll a shoulder out in the nick of time

Jeffrey: As close as close gets!

Both athletes scramble to their feet. Top Gun abruptly leaves his feet and flips Hazel over with a snap hurricanrana, keeping his legs locked and reaching back to hook the legs...

One... Tommy leans into it

Two... Hazel thrashes like a caged animal

Th—Hazel somehow manages to reverse the pin, sitting up with her ankles pinning Young's shoulders to the canvas...

One...

Two—Young reverses back into the rana hold!

Th—KICK-OUT!

They rise up at the same time again, and Hazel gets the edge with a hard chop that resonates throughout the stands, setting off a "WOOO!" response. Hazel runs Tommy into the turnbuckle and thrusts away at his ribs with her shoulder. She sets him up on the top rope, then ascends the ropes herself. She shes Young up for a superplex, receiving a series of open hand shots to the midsection for her trouble. Hazel rears back for one of her headbutts—and finds her mouth lacking of taste upon being interrupted by a stiff slap to the face! A collective "ooh" in the stands!

Jeffrey: Hey, no fair!
Phoenix: Perfectly legal, James.

Tommy boots Hazel away, sending her bouncing off the mat. She rolls through the landing, looking up just in time to spot a high-flying Tommy Young descend upon her with a diving cross body! As before, Hazel rolls through, trying to hang on for the count, but the young man wriggles free. Right back into action, Tommy drives a side kick into Hazel's gut. The young woman buckles as Tommy takes off for the ropes behind her. On the rebound, Young sails low through the air and dropkicks his opponent in the posterior as she attempts to right herself! Hazel is sent flying into the second-rope, winding up draped and dazedly looking out over the ramp. The crowd roars!

Phoenix: Witch Hazel is in no man's land! Uh... no woman's land, that is.

Tommy Young seizes his opportunity and takes off for the far rope one more time. He bounces off and runs right past Hazel, jumping through the middle and top ropes and grabbing hold of them as he rotates to his left and NAILS Hazel with a scintillating tiger feint kick! Hazel is knocked back and senseless, wobbling on her feet.

Jeffrey: Woo, baby! Didn't see that one coming!
Roberts: This could be the beginning of the end...

"Top Gun" Tommy Young stands on the ring apron, adrenaline pumping. He arches back and bends at the knees, gripping the rope tight. Just as he's about to rise back up to start the springboard, his right foot slips from the apron's edge, setting him off course.

Phoenix: Damn, you hate to see that happen! A rookie oversight by the eager young man, rushing into a high-risk maneuver. Gotta always plant those feet.

Tommy holds on tight and quickly rights himself on the apron just a moment too late! Hazel charges ahead, raises her right foot high and nails Young with a nasty big boot! Young manages to hang on to the rope, but looks worse for wear.

Jeffrey: Sole Sorcery! Get him in the ring!

Hazel wastes no time getting Young back into the ring. She drags him to center ring and spins him around. Hazel locks her arms around Young's waist and grabs him by the hair. She pulls him in close and draws her long tongue across the side of his neck, then shoves Young forward by the head. He ends up bent over in the waistlock, at which point Hazel moves her lower body in close, her crotch pressing up against Tommy's rump.

Jeffrey: AHH! If this goes where it looks like it's going, we're all out of a job!

Witch Hazel places her hands on Young's shoulder-blades, then frog-hops her way onto his back, her feet touching the canvas. From here, Hazel shimmies her lower half forward, tucking her inner thighs under her opponent's armpits. She then braces her hands against Tommy's shoulders and lifts her feet off the mat. Hazel sways backward as far as she can go, causing Young to straighten up as she hangs upside-down on his back. With her thighs still tucked tightly in place, she wraps her elevated legs around the now-struggling young man's neck—locking him in a modified, hanging lotus lock. Hazel pushes her ankles hard against Tommy's neck, all the while straining his upper back in the leg vice. The fans are abuzz; awestruck by this unique display.

Phoenix: What the hell is this maneuver?! I haven't seen anything quite like this in all my many years.
Jeffrey: I dunno, it's like some kind of leglace full nelson from hell. It's both painful and... oddly sensual to behold—
Phoenix: RAY!

White looks frustrated on the outside, watching his protégé suffer in this bizarre submission hold. Paige seems entranced, and deeply satisfied with this new development.

Paige shouting: Your boy just got caught in the Flytrap, Big Bri!

Tommy tries to take a step, but his consciousness is fading fast. The ref is keeping a close eye. At one point, he asks Young if he wishes to submit, receiving only muffled sounds of pain from behind Hazel's boots. Unable to tap out either verbally or physically, the young man struggles to stay awake in Witch Hazel's vise grip. Young holds out for a solid minute, but ultimately succumbs to Hazel's submission. The bell rings and Hazel's new theme blasts through the arena.

DING! DING! DING!

Carson: Your winner by submission... WITCH... HAAAZELLL!

Roberts: I'm floored! What a brutal conclusion to this match.
Phoenix: And what a match it was! Talk about a debut! Tommy Young is one hell of an athlete, he's just a little green, still. Pretty forgivable, all things considered—give him some time and I guarantee this kid will be going places! Not selling Witch Hazel short in any of this, either—hell, speaking of debuts, I'd have to call this a re-debut, I mean... that's how you step up your game, kid! Just need to get that anger in check. Absolutely stellar match.
Jeffrey: Wooo! Hell yeah it was! The Lunatic Minge—
Phoenix: Ray!
Jeffrey: ... picks up the win, and Paige looks pleased as punch.

Hanging upside-down against Tommy Young's back, Hazel smirks with sadistic self-satisfaction. She throws her arms out to either side and lets out a Paige-worthy "WOOOOOO!" in celebration. Freight Train has seen enough! He clambers up onto the apron, grabbing the ropes for leverage. Hazel spots this and acts quickly, unlacing her legs and gracefully rolling down from Tommy's back and landing on her feet. Witch Hazel's music cuts out as Young collapses to the canvas. She charges full-tilt at White. Drawing near, she leaps forward and drills him with a high front dropkick that drives the Feight Train off the apron and tumbling away, toppling against the announce table. All three commentators simultaneously roll back in their chair, instinctively; a good thing, as White's weight physically moves the table back by a foot!

Roberts: AHH! Man, that was scary!
Phoenix: White nearly landed right in our laps, here, folks!
Jeffrey: Oh, if only Hazel would fall right in my lap. Woo, that was exhilarating! Hypersexual Batwoman attacks! Ahaha!

Hazel kips back up and at this point, the whole arena takes voice as the truly unexpected begins to unfold: Paige sets one of her crutches up against the apron, tossing the other to Hazel. She leaps and successfully receives her ally's high, awkward throw. From here, Paige grabs the other and slides into the ring. The Coven take up position at opposite corners, staring intently at the slowly-rousing Tommy Young. Paige's ankle seems relatively fine, though she labors a bit extra. Much of the crowd is in a frenzy, booing loudly in realizing Paige's trickery.

Phoenix: We've been duped! She doesn't need those crutches after all!
Roberts: Oh, no! I don't like the looks of this!
Jeffrey: Psssh, that's what you always say. How bad could it be?

Top Gun manages to wearily find his feet... just as two-thirds of The Coven run straight at him with weapons at the ready. Paige goes high and Hazel goes low: a shot to the chest and a hook of the legs send Tommy Young crashing back onto the mat! The crowd "oohs", shouts and groans in response. Not yet satisfied, Hazel and Paige drop the crutches and nod to one another, then head for opposite corners once more; this time, climbing to the top ropes. With one last moment of eye contact, the two leap off at the same time. Paige crashes into Tommy's abdomen with a frog splash and at the same time, Hazel lands a flying headbutt straight to the sternum!

Phoenix: Hex Omega! A little short-handed, but highly effective all the same!
Jeffrey: Okay—it was bad, James. But much more than that, it was oh so good! WOOOOOO!

Detroit's 4CW faithfuls muster together a "HOLY SHIT!" chant while Paige alternately nurses her abdomen, as well as her not-fully-healed ankle. Hazel stands; her eyes glaze over and she stumbles backward into the ropes,. She grabs a hold to keep herself up, cackling like a hyena all the same. On the outside, Brian White is both vertical and pissed off—a frightening combo in literally any situation. White rips the covering off the announce table and grabs a monitor, snapping it free of its cord in a single motion. He turns to face the ring, a sadistic snarl curling the corners of his lips.

Jeffrey: Hey! He stole my match monitor! Why is ALWAYS m—
White turns his head and stares down Jeffrey.
Jeffrey: I mean... uh, huh-huh... thanks for letting me borrow that for a bit, Big Bri! You enjoy yourself, now!
White huffs like a bull and turns away again.
Roberts: If I were either Hazel or Paige, I'd definitely be leaving right about now!
Phoenix: Noticed Paige grabbing at that ankle off the frog splash; she may have pulled the wool over our eyes with the crutches, but that doesn't mean she's 100% yet. No way she is after what transpired at Gallows End, frankly.

Poor Tommy Young woozily rolls out to the apron, out of harm's way. Freight Train slides the video monitor into the ring, then climbs up to the apron. The Coven regroup and rush the big man, reigning down clubbing blows and forearm shots. Instead of returning the favor, White reaches both arms out and pie-faces both women roughly away, sending them reeling and tumbling down to the mat. Hazel rolls through her fall, but is a bit slow to her feet. She rises back up, only to be brought right back down by a running clothesline that turns her inside-out before hitting the mat! Paige finds her feet, only to be scooped up sideways and thrown from mid-ring to just shy of the ropes, courtesy of a monstrous fallaway slam from the Freight Train! The fans at Little Caesar's Arena are going wild!

Roberts: Brian White is cleaning house!
Jeffrey: I just am... so entertained! I really do love this job.

White retrieves "his" monitor, palming it with both hands like the world's most rectangular basketball. Hazel is crawling toward a far corner, standing with help from the ropes. She staggers back out and turns around, only to have Freight Train narrowly miss mowing her down with the video monitor by diving out of the way. Seconds later, a sick THWACK! sounds out when Pilgrim Paige swings her retrieved crutch into Brian White's upper back. Freight Train drops the monitor and winces, then turns around to face his attacker. White stares Paige down with a look of absolute rage. He takes away her crutch like a frustrated parent who's caught his insubordinate child drawing graffiti on the side of the house.

Jeffrey: Well, that was dumb.

White shakes his head—looking half-amused and half-disappointed—at the Lunar Pilgrim. In one swift motion, he snaps the crutch over his knee, breaking it in two. Paige begins to back off, prattling on about her ankle. White chuckles, then reaches and grabs her by the hair. Hazel leaps in out of nowhere, climbing up the Freight Train's shoulders like he's a great oak. White grabs her the head and flips her forward, sending Hazel crashing right down onto Paige! The fans are on their feet! Hazel rolls out of the ring and to the floor. White backs away, all the way to the other side of the ring...

Phoenix: Oh, no! No way! If Brian White does what I think he means to do, I doubt we'll be seeing much of Paige for some time!
Roberts: Kind of an ironic blow to his moral crusade against The Coven if he willfully puts Paige out of action here tonight!

Paige gets back up, leaning on the ropes. White bellows a "WOO! WOO!" and takes off. Paige turns, White gathers steam as he draws close and Hazel picks Paige's right (uninjured) ankle out from under her, dragging her out of the ring and out of the Freight Train's warpath!

Phoenix: Crucial save, right there!

White grinds to a halt, growls and punts the bottom rope in frustration. Paige and Hazel begin to make their way round ringside toward the ramp, but the Freight Train steps through the ropes and hits the floor on that side, blocking the way! Hazel climbs over the barricade, then aids Paige in getting over. White bears down on them as Paige reaches the other side of the barrier. The big man leans forward and reaches out, but only grazes some purple locks with his fingertips. The Coven retreat up the aisle, every fan in the vicinity on their feet.

White stomps over to a terrified ringside attendant.

White: Gimme a mic!

This is audible even over the crowd noise! A slightly scared stage hand nervously hands a mic to White. Freight Train slides back into the ring and watches on as The Coven scamper up through the audience. As Paige and Hazel reach the cheap seats, their steps are haunted by a booming voice at their backs. They turn around to face the ring.

White: Pilgrim Paige! I've had enough of your shit! You need to be taught a lesson and it looks like it's gonna be me to teach ya!

The Coven stare down upon the passionate Brian White, breathing heavily and pushing their damp, matted tresses back. They both chuckle at these words, feeling safe with the distance between them and the smouldering White. Paige even smirks confidently at the big man.

White: I challenge you to a match at the War supershow next month! And that match will be WAR!!!

White bellows this at the two women, anger and rage adding power to his voice. Paige looks slightly dumbstruck for a second before laughing and loudly demanding a mic. The Detroit crowd starts a "MIC!" chant to raise ringside awareness of this request. Soon, a security guard clears a path for the same flustered stagehand from before, who scurries up the aisle. Soon, a mic reaches the Lunar Pilgrim.

Jeffrey: A chant for a fucking microphone? Don't hear THAT every day! Detroit crowds are weird!

Paige: Ahahahahaha! War? Are you serious?! A War match, wow. Hate to burst your bubble, Big Bri... but you seem to be a man down! Hahahaha!

White just smirks.

White: Well, I thought I'd make it a fair fight for you, your girl and that feral thing beside ya! Presuming, of course, you still have your little misses come then.

An "OOOH!" goes up. Paige grimaces at this, placing her hands on her hips in aggravation.

White: But if you insist, I got just the guy to give you an ass whoopin' of a lifetime!

White laughs as his music hits and the girls make good of their escape out a rear exit. Tommy gains his feet and leans heavily against the rope, grimacing in pain. Looking up at his mentor, his face betrays a sense of trepidation at this latest development.

Phoenix: It's official! Brian White, Tommy Young and The Coven ... are GOING TO WAR!! But who will be White and Young's partner? There's only one way to find out and that's to tune in New Year's Eve! Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us, until we go to WAR!

Quick Results:
-Phil McGroin def Senecca
-MONSTAR def Myback via knockout
-Jacob Scharff def Supreme
-Witch Hazel def Tommy Young

Writing Credit:
-Opening Eddie Wolfbaine segment - Dread Pirate
-Backstage Skywolf/MONSTAR segment - Rhys
-Senecca vs Phil McGroin - Rhys/Stingmon
-Cain/Venom segment - Rhys
-MONSTAR vs Myback/Supergroup segments - Paige
-Supreme vs Scharff - Rhys
-Witch Hazel vs Tommy Young/White & Paige segments - Paige/Gorgrim

RP Judging:
Rhys

Review Sheet:

-Opening Eddie Wolfbaine segment:
-Backstage Skywolf/MONSTAR segment:
-Senecca vs Phil McGroin:
-Cain/Venom segment:
-MONSTAR vs Myback/Supergroup segments:
-Supreme vs Scharff:
-Witch Hazel vs Tommy Young/White & Paige segments:

Match of the Night:

MVP of the Night:

Confirmed Card:

WAR Match
The Coven (Pilgrim Paige, Witch Hazel & Tsukiko) vs Brian White, Tommy Young & ???

Wet Bandits Death Match
Glock Nine vs Rhys Cain

Singles Match
Senecca vs Dirk Meyer