4CW Storm Front WAR - December 31st, 2017

4CW Presents... War 2017 [Storm Front SuperShow]
December 31st, 2017
Live from the Verizon Centre - Washington, DC

Oh I've never seen myself before
spending all of my time in promised lands
and our home the only place ive ever known
I'm not alone.

Lionheart
you were the one who had my back from the start
Lionheart
you were the one who had my back from the start
from the very start
Lionheart!

"Lionheart" by Bury Tomorrow is playing as we pan around the packed Verizon Centre for this SuperShow! There is a cell structure seen high in the air above the ring, ready for the main event, and a stream of signs, colours, and waving arms flood the screen as the familiar tones of our commentary team come through.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME... TO 4CW ... WAR!! I'm Scott Phoenix, joined tonight, as always, by Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts! It is the end of a fantastic year in 4CW and we're going to end it with a WAR match!! The Coven will take on Brian White and Tommy Young - but they will also have a third member of their team - and we, nor The Coven, have any idea who it is!
Jeffrey: Brian White knows who it is though! I've been trying to get it out of him, but he's not telling a soul! That unknown factor could give White's team a distinct advantage tonight! Of course, I know better than to count out Paige and her foxy ladies!
Roberts: But guys - that's just ONE match - that isn't even scratching the surface of what we have tonight! Rhys Cain will take on Glock Nine - in a match, well, shrouded in mystery. We know it's the Wet Bandits Death Match - we just have no idea what that is, exactly! And neither does Cain! Victor Venom made his debut as Glock's advocate last show, and issued the challenge, and Cain accepted, eager to get some revenge on Glock for his assault at Gallows End!
Phoenix: And on top of that, we also have a non-title match between Jacob Scharff and the new 4CW World Champion, Eddie Wolfbaine! Wolfbaine will be looking to pull off a win and take the momentum into the new year, but a win from Scharff could put him in the running for #1 contender!
Jeffrey: And let's not forget the match that's gonna kick us off tonight! It's Senecca vs Dirk Meyer! These two have played mind games and brawled through New York all year and finally tonight, we'll get a match with - ideally - a decisive victor!

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 DIRK MEYER
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...

Announcer: 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 - with bizarrely, a thick, creamy pie in hand. As he makes it to the steps he pauses to look up at the ring and makes his way up the steps nonchalantly.

Jeffrey: Why does he have a pie? Wh - I mean, he's had all day to eat.

As Senecca gets to the top of the steps 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. He then goes to the outside, puts his pie on the timekeepers desk, and gives him strict instructions to protect it with his life.

"Step" by Ministry hits the PA system. Out from the curtain comes Senecca's opponent.

Carson: And his opponent, from Valhalla, New York, weighing in at 240lbs ... DIRK ... MEYER!!

Dirk Meyer comes to the ring looking like he means business. He stares a hole through Senecca on his entire trip down to the ring.

Phoenix: Senecca and Dirk Meyer's feud has turned dark and bitter. These two are nothing if not ready to take each other to hell tonight.

Dirk Meyer gets into the ring and stares down the bigger man. The two former partners' tension is felt around the arena and the crowd begin to buzz because of it. The referee has words with both competitors, then motions for the bell to ring and the match gets underway!

Meyer runs at the bigger man with a flurry of strikes and Senecca returns them doubly so. Meyer takes the bigger shots and Senecca grabs a hold of him and launches him across the ring. Meyer jumps back up to his feet, perhaps mostly on adrenaline than anything else, and charges at Senecca again. Senecca switches tact, deflecting a couple of strikes with his arms and then lifting Meyer up on his shoulder. Meyer wriggles furiously to try and escape his grasp but Senecca launches Meyer and he once again crashes to the mat. Meyer gets back up almost immediately, but sways, holding on to the rope, feeling the effects of the last bump.

Jeffrey: Meyer showing what he's made of here! Senecca will have to do more than that to bring this man down!

Meyer charges at Senecca a third time, but this time, ducks behind Senecca, and rolls him up into a pinfall. The referee slides in 1...2... NO! Senecca kicks out! Senecca scrambles to get back to his feet but Meyer stomps the hell out of him, keeping him down on the mat.  Meyer comes off the ropes and drops down onto Senecca with an elbow drop for added measure! He gets back up, repeats his run to the ropes, and drops a second elbow! Meyer isn't finished and he comes back again with a third elbow drop!

Roberts: Meyer showing a mean streak with those elbow drops!

Meyer gets back up and grabs Senecca by the legs, dragging him towards one of the corners. Then, he swings back and forth a little, before pulling himself down and catapulting Senecca! Senecca launches up and hits his face in the turnbuckle and as he stumbles out of the corner, Meyer hits the Full Nelson into a spinning neckbreaker, taking out Senecca with the big move early in the match!

Meyer hooks the leg! The referee slides in! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Senecca explodes out of the cover! Meyer is thrown a couple feet away and Senecca, finding some adrenaline at last, jumps back up to his feet!

Phoenix: I wouldn't wanna be Meyer right about now!

Senecca charges at Meyer, who stumbles to his feet just in time to eat a vicious clothesline from the 330lber! Senecca picks up Meyer, throws him towards the ropes, and lifts him up on his return and over with a back body drop in the center of the ring. The crowd start a "SEN'S GONNA KILL YOU" chant as Senecca picks up Meyer again and lifts him up on his shoulder, taking him out with a Pumphandle Slam! Senecca hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... NO! Meyer kicks out!

Roberts: Meyer kicked out - but I'm not sure how smart that really is!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! Meyer's just getting warmed up!

Grinning almost as if he cannot believe that Meyer dared to kick out, Senecca roughly lifts up Meyer and throws him to the ropes again. He bends over for the back body drop when Meyer comes back but Meyer manages to control his momentum and kicks Senecca right in the face! Senecca stumbles backwards and Meyer hits a knife edge chop. Senecca doesn't budge.

Roberts: He's just taunting the beast! Use some sense, Meyer!

Meyer chops him two more times in quick succession. Senecca again doesn't budge. Meyer hits Senecca with four sharp, successive chops! And Senecca looks up and roars in rage in Meyer's face, stunning him momentarily, giving Senecca the chance to grab him once again and take him out with a belly-to-belly suplex! Senecca hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... NO! Meyer kicks out again!

Senecca grabs Meyer by the face, grinning still, and whispering some no doubt threats to Meyer that the mic doesn't pick up. He slams Meyer's head back down on the mat and then runs to the ropes. Senecca comes back and goes for a running senton! Senecca crashes down - but Meyer rolls out of the way! Meyer desperately scrambles for the ropes, using them to get back to standing position.

Senecca is soon back on his feet though and immediately charges at Meyer again - who at the last moment, pulls the top rope down, sending Senecca toppling to the outside! Meyer runs to the ropes, comes back and launches out of the ring, diving onto Senecca, and they both crash into the barricade! Meyer isn't fnished though! Amazingly, he gets back up to his feet and slides back into the ring!

Phoenix: Meyer's going back in for another dive!
Jeffrey: You've got this, Meyer! Take him out!

Meyer stumbles slightly in his second run due to exhaustion, but perseveres, comes off the ropes and charges back to the other side. Once again he gracefully dives out of the ring into Senecca - BUT SENECCA CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR! Senecca runs forward, Meyer in his arms and SLAMS MEYER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! The table implodes under the weight of the two men and debris flies everywhere! The crowd start a "Holy Shit!" chant. There is a commotion heard on commentary as everyone scrambles for their headsets and distance from the disaster area. Eventually, Phoenix is heard adjusting his headset.

Phoenix: Brutal stuff! Senecca just smashed Meyer through that table!

Neither men move for a few moments and the referee starts to count them out. When he gets to 4, Senecca begins to stir. Senecca half-crawls, half-stumbles over to the apron by the count of 8. Meyer begins to stir at this point. As the ref counts 9, Senecca struggles to get in the ring, and it seems as if he is going to be counted out, but he manages to roll into the ring before the final 10 count from the referee and he motions for the bell.

Carson: Here is your winner, via countout... SENECCA!!

Senecca slowly but surely gets back up to his feet and raises his arms in victory as Rihanna's "Bitch Better Have My Money" blares through the speakers. Senecca celebrates his win with a gunshot taunt when he notices, out of the corner of his eye, that Meyer is back up to his knees. This seems to trigger something inside Senecca, who immediately marches to the ropes, slides out of the ring and runs up with a brutal boot to the face of Meyer!

Roberts: My god! Talk about brutal! He just kicked Meyer's head clean off!

Senecca seemingly isn't done yet though! He picks up Meyer again, who is deadweight at this point, and lifts him up on to his shoulder. Then, he runs towards the second announce table and PUMPHANDLE SLAMS MEYER THROUGH THE TABLE!! The second table implodes much like the first and Meyer sprawls out motionless.

Jeffrey: Enough is enough, Senecca! You've made your point!
Phoenix: I have to agree this is uncomfortable to watch, Ray!

Senecca stands up, happy with his work. The crowd are seemingly pleased with his blissful revenge on Meyer too a "SEN'S GONNA KILL YOU!" chant breaks out again. Senecca lifts the motionless Meyer and props him up against the barricade.

Roberts: What now?

Senecca goes to the ring apron and flips it up, revealing the structure of the ring and the underneath. Then he stops, thinks better of it, and goes over to the pie on the timekeeper's desk!

Jeffrey: Don't tell me Senecca's thinking of eating now!
Roberts: I don't think that's for Senecca.

Roberts is right, as to add insult to injury, Senecca takes a huge bite of the pie, getting cream all over his face - and then launches the cream pie directly into Meyer's face, splattering him with cream and filling! As Senecca brushes his hands, for a job well done and to wipe off the cream, he leaves the ringside area and EMTs rush down with a stretcher for Meyer. They surround him and the camera cuts away.

We cut back to the ringside area, where the EMTs have now mounted Meyer on to the stretcher. He's all strapped up, the majority of the pie cleaned off of him. He gets pushed alongside the ramp and to the side area where an ambulance is waiting.

Phoenix: Well, as you can see, Dirk Meyer is being rushed to a nearby medical facility and we of course hope that he's not too badly hurt.

Carson: The following contest is a Wet Bandits Death Match and is scheduled for one fall! The rules are as follows. Both competitors will begin the match in the ring. There are no disqualifications, no countouts, no pinfalls and no submissions! Anything goes! The only way to win is to pass through the backstage area, reach the Alone Home and it's tree house in the designate Parking Lot Area, go through the house to the zipline and glide over into the treehouse to win!

Phoenix: Well, it's ... a bizzare stipulation, that's for sure! But it's the one Victor Venom offered up and Cain accepted, just to get his hands on Glock Nine!
Jeffrey: And that midget Cain will probably regret it by the end of this match!

"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system and out comes The Bruiser from gorilla position to a big pop from the DC crowd. Cain slaps the hands of a few fans on his way down the ramp.

Carson: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, THE BRUISER ... RHYS CAIN!!

Cain slides into the ring and mounts the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest a few  times before putting his hand over his eyes to look over his sea of followers. Then, he jumps down, rolls out of the ring, lifts the apron and pulls out a dustbin full of weapons! He throws that into the ring, and then goes back under the ring and pulls out three steel chair and throws them into the ring too.

Phoenix: I don't think Cain is here tonight to play around!
Jeffrey: Yet he's giving Glock access to all these toys!

Cain goes back under the apron to pull out a Vietnamese Kendo Stick for himself, then rolls back into the ring and stands in the corner, armed, and ready.

"Am I Savage?" by Metallica hits the PA system. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, more so negative, as Glock Nine comes out on to the stage with his new advocate, Victor Venom. Venom speaks fast and fervently to Glock as they walk down the ramp.

Carson: And his opponent, accompanied by Victor Venom, he stands at 6 foot 6, and he is known as... GLOCK NINE!!

When they reach the bottom of the ramp, however, Venom shakes Glock's hand and walks back up the ramp.

Roberts: Looks like Venom is getting the hell out of dodge for this one!
Jeffrey: I don't blame him! When Glock is finished with Cain, it's gonna make what Senecca did to Meyer look like a hug!

Glock Nine, before getting into the ring,pulls a chain from his pocket and unravels it, wrapping a little around his hand, and letting rhe rest drop to the floor.

Phoenix: Glock has also come armed and dangerous!

Then, in a split second, Glock is sliding into the ring at full speed. He and Cain clash in the middle of the ring and the ref calls for the bell to start the match!

Cain gets the first shot with the Vietnamese Kendo Stick. He wails on Glock three or four times before Glock manages to whip Cain across the back with the steel chair. Cain recoils in agony and takes a second and third shot with the chain. Some welts appear on his back and Cain ducks a fourth shot tackling Glock and brings him to the ground, before throwing punches ground and pound style. Glock rakes the eyes and Cain gets up and stumbles away clutching his face.

Glock gets back up to his feet himself and readjusts his chain before launching it again at Cain. Cain avoids it at the last moment, narrowly missing his face by inches. Cain reaches for the trashcan full of weapons but another whip of the chain from Glock stops him from reaching it and he changes tact. Cain retreats, sliding out of the ring and stumbling over to the barricade. Glock rolls out of the ring and follows him.

Glock throws the chain again, whipping it across Cain's back once more, who tries to escape the wrath of the big man. Glock grabs Cain from behind with the chain and wraps it around his neck, choking him with it, until Cain manages to low blow Glock with a back kick, loosening the grip and escaping for gasps of air.

Roberts: Let us remind you that everything is legal in this match and I fear we haven't seen anything yet!

Cain stomps on Glock repeatedly up against the barricade and Glock takes a beating before Cain ceases and when he does he flips over the apron and pulls out a - GUN?! The crowd gasp at first but it is soon clear that it is only a BB gun. Cain starts shooting round after round at the fallen Glock, who erratically covers his face and torso as the different shots hit him. When he runs out of ammo, Cain throws the gun which clonks Glock on the head.

Glock, no doubt seeing stars, looks glazed over as Cain picks him up and Irish whips him into the steel steps! Cain then decides to make his way up the ramp, holding his arm which has a particularly nasty welt as he goes.

Phoenix: You heard what Carson said! The winner of the match is the person who gets to the Alone Home, gets to the zipline upstairs and traverses over to the treehouse first! Looks like Cain isn't waiting for Glock to recover!

The camera follows Cain as he reaches the top of the ramp and goes through the curtain to Gorilla. He shouts at an agent to tell him which way the Alone Home is, and after being pointed in a general direction, he marches on. He goes through a small hall, then into a larger area. As Cain looks around, wondering which way to go, a roar is heard from behind the camera man. He turns just in time to move as Glock charges and clubs Cain in the back of the head. Glock picks up Cain and suplexes him on the concrete floor!

Jeffrey: YOU CAN'T OUTRUN THE HOLLOWPOINT BULLET!

Glock drags Cain over to some boxes before smashing his face into a crate. At the end of the room, Glock sees the entrance to the designated Parking Lot Area. Breaking into a stilted jog, he burst through the doors, the camera man following close behind to see the Alone Home in all its glory. The parking lot area is huge and while there are still cars and production trucks around, there is also an almost-to-scale many-roomed family home, with a grassy area and, of course, a treehouse some twenty feet away from the house. A zip line is seen coming from a bedroom on the upper floor on the right hand side directly to the treehouse.

Roberts: There it is! The ... Alone Home. Sounds awfully familiar.
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts!

Glock grins at he and Victor Venom's masterminded creation and stares at it as he walks towards it. In doing so, he doesn't see a big puddle seemingly from an oil leak on the floor. He slips, launching into the air and landing on his back and then sliding down the parking lot and crashing hard into a parked car! He hits his face on the bumper and rolls around groaning in pain.

Phoenix: Glock bested by an oil slick! Where's Cain?

As if he heard Phoenix calling, Cain arrives in the parking lot area. He looks over and sees Glock covered in greasy oil and decides to head straight for the Alone Home. Cain walks all the way up to the porch, an extension in front of the home made of brilliantly white pine wood. He is about to turn the door knob when he stops. He has a look of deep though for a moment, then decides against turning the knob and instead kicks the door open with a hard boot. The door bursts open with ease and Cain cautiously steps inside.

Phoenix: Cain is in the Alone Home!

Cain looks around, the stairs directly in front of him and many different rooms coming off the main hallway. The house is empty and silent. Cain seems to be looking for anything untoward but when he is satisfied there is nothing obvious waiting for him, he decides to climb the stairs to the second floor. Cain reaches the fourth step without trouble and then a strange whooshing sound stops him in his tracks. He has no time to react as the paint can comes down and smashes him directly in the face! Cain falls back, falling down the four or five stairs he had climbed and crashing back down below.

Phoenix: What the hell?

There is confusion as to where the paint can came from for a moment, until Victor Venom emerges from the top of the stairs with a wicked grin on his face.

Venom: Stuck between a Glock and a hard place are you?! Hahaha!

Venom runs down the stairs, leaps over Cain, and appears to be going outside to help Glock when the door flies off its hinges and a dirty and angry Glock storms his way into the house. He sees Cain and stomps the hell out of him, before grabbing him by his hair and pulling him back up to his feet, only to throw him and slam him against the wall! Cain falls back down and Glock storms up the stairs. He goes to the right hand side of the house and finds there are three doors that could be the one he needs. He puts his hand on the door knob of the first one and turns.

Suddenly, Glock screams and recoils away from the door, clutching his hand! The camera moves up to the doorknob, which is red hot and then back to Glock, who kicks open the second door to reveal a dark, dingy bathroom. He turns the taps on and shoves his hand under it, sighing in relief.

Glock: Dammit, Venom! The contractors built it wrong! They put the wrong fucking doorknob on the wrong door!

Venom's voice came from a distance.

Venom: Well uh - you see Glock - once 4CW took the match - they kind of didn't give me any say in the design of the house.
Glock: WHAT? And you're telling me this now, mae?! Goddammit.

Glock turns the light on with a rough tug, but there is no light. Instead a blowtorch attached above the doorway flares to life, and in seconds Glock's hair is on fire. Immediately, he screams again and heads back to the sink, dunking his head back into sink, and extinguishing the fire with a big gulf of steam.

Jeffrey: This house is insane! Why isn't it how Glock designed it?! I bet this is Skywolf's doing!
Roberts: What you mean, making the match fair?
Jeffrey: I thought I told you to SHUT UP!

Glock: GODDAMMIT, VENOM!!

Glock uses a towel to dry his face and head and it looks like some of his hair has been burned away, leaving some fringed hair around the front and a super short, almost bald, patch on the back. Now furious, Glock throws the towel and leaves the bathroom.

Glock: That's it! Must be the next door, time to finish this!

Glock braces himself to kick the third door down, when suddenly a battle cry sees him turn towards the camera. The camera man swiftly moves out of the way as Cain comes flying in, launching himself in the air, and taking out Glock with the Busaiku Knee Kick, causing them both to collapse back into the bathroom!

Phoenix: Dragon Rage!! Cain has come back into it out of nowhere!

Venom runs over and tries to bring Glock to but Cain reaches out to grab Venom and he retreats running back through the hallway. He runs past the stairs, and to the other side of the house but as he does so he slips on some toy cars, that fly in every direction, and crashes hard on the landing. Meanwhile in the bathroom, Cain struggles back up to his feet and stumbles out. He looks over at the door with the red hot handle, that Glock got burned on, and kicked the door in.

Cain cautiously turned the light on, which turned out just to be a normal light, and looked around. It was a bedroom, seemingly for a teenage boy, with a trunk covered in stickers and grafitti, random clothes strewn along the floor, and a shelf with a bunch of random assortments, including a tank for what Cain assumed was a lizard or something. He walked over to the window, to see if there was any zipline attached. He cranked it open and poked his head outside but at finding no zipline came back in with a "Damn".

Cain turns back into the room but only realises at the last moment that Glock is in the room. Glock has something in his hand and Cain only has a moment to glance over to the tank, with it's lid now open, to put two and two together, before Glock throws a tarantula in his face. It lands directly in Cain's face and somehow clings there and Cain, apparently with a horrified phobia of spiders, screams like no-one has ever heard him scream before. His voice breaks and he is frozen, screaming for a moment, before he has the instict to bat away the tarantula which flies in the air and lands somewhere in the corner of the room.

Cain stumbles in shock, unable to fathom what just happened to him and it allows Glock the opportunity to set up and strike with COUNT THE LIGHTS! Cain falls in the doorway of the room.

Roberts: Count The Lights by Glock Nine! Cain just ate boot! He's out!
Jeffrey: Come on Glock! There's only one more room that zipline could be in!

Glock stumbles out of the bedroom. He looks down the hall and sees Victor Venom knocked out in the hallway. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he carefully grabs the doorknob of the third and final room and when satisfied that it isn't hot, he opens the door. The room is dark. Glock reaches in without stepping into the room to then the light on, but the bulb is bust and nothing happens. Glock pushes the door open fully, tries to look around in the darkness to see what is in there and takes his first step into the room.

Glock: "AAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The crowd gasp at Glock's sudden scream and he jumps back out of the room. He falls to the floor, clutching his foot in complete and utter agony, unable to think about anything else but the pain. The camera zooms in on the doorway to reveal a three inch nail sticking upwards out of the threshold. The crowd "ooooooh" in shock and part-sympathy as they realise what happened and Glock writhes around, punching the wall and the floor. Cain meanwhile, gets back up to his feet, groggily, and stumbles over towards the room.

Roberts: Ahh! Watch the nail, Cain!

Cain almost does walk directly into it, but seeing Glock writhing still on the floor, he instinctively looks down, sees the nail and steps over it. Cain also tries the light in this room and upon realising it doesn't work, turns to the camera man.

Cain: Turn the light on that thing.

A moment later, the camera man does so, and the room becomes somewhat visible, though still shrouded in darkness. Cain grunts in discomfort, rubbing his jaw, as he stumbles through the room. He sees no windows, but a doorway is slightly ajar at the end of the room and moves towards it.

There is light filtering through from this room and when he opens the door, Cain arrives in a medium sized bedroom, with My Little Pony plush toys, pink, floral wallpaper and a small bed, but most importantly, sees a window. He goes straight for it and tries to open it, but it seems to be a bit stiff. Cain gives the window a couple more tugs, and finally it opens up.

Phoenix: Cain is there! All he needs to do is zipline to the treehouse!

Cain pokes his head out, sees the zipline, then tries to adjust himself out of the window, when suddenly, he is pulled back in. The camera spins around, but it's not Glock, but Reamer standing before Cain, a snow shovel in hand!

Cain: You?!

THWACK! Reamer hits Cain across the head with the snow shovel and Cain collapses on the floor.

Phoenix: What a sick attack by Reamer! He has no right being in this match!
Jeffrey: Sure he does! Remember, everything is legal!

Reamer bursts out laughing, then leans in close to Cain.

Reamer: Yes, me!

Reamer leaves the now busted open Cain knocked out on the floor and makes to leave the room when Glock comes through the threshold. Glock and Reamer look at eachother momentarily.

Reamer: Glock.
Glock: Reamer.
Reamer: .... Well, he's all yours.

Reamer grins and leaves the room as Glock comes in the room. Amazingly, Cain somehow starts to move and attempts to get back up, but he can barely lift his head, let alone his body. Glock seems to take the fact there's some fight left in him as an insult though. He grabs Cain, and sits him up, then pulls out a roll of quarters from his pocket, puts it inside his fist - and punches Cain straight in the face! Cain just falls back down on to the carpet, now for sure unconscious!

Jeffrey: Quarter Pounder! Let's go Glock! Get to the zipline!

Glock does indeed do that. With some difficulty getting his bigger frame out of the window, he grabs hold of the zipline, looks down once and shudders, then sets off. It looks for a moment like he is going to fall and the zipline is going to snap - but it holds and he glides down, landing on the protruding platform on the treehouse. Somewhere inside the arena, a bell rings.

Carson: Here is your winner... GLOCK ... NINE!!

Glock leans against the treehouse and raises his arm in victory. The crowd shower him with boos, mainly due to their hero being screwed out of the match.

Jeffrey: YES! Glock wins! I told you that midget would regret ever accepting this match!
Phoenix: And Glock can thank Reamer for handing him the victory too!
Jeffrey: Cain could have asked someone to interfere, but he was too proud. That's why he's a loser right now, and Glock's a winner!
Phoenix: Well it was an insane, brutal match! Both men took a lot of punishment and if this is the kind of thing that comes from Victor Venom's brain, I wonder what he has in store for us in the future!

Phoenix: Welcome back folks! We have an update on Dirk Meyer. Earlier tonight after the vicious beatdown from Senecca, he was rushed to a nearby medical facility. Well, right now we're hearing that he's still not conscious but stable. However, he is still in critical condition. If we hear more, you'll be the first to know.

The camera cuts backstage. We see Lord Skywolf in his office. He is shuffling through some papers when the office door opens and the behemoth that is MONSTAR walks in. He saunters over to the desk.

Skywolf: Ever heard of knocking?
MONSTAR: So, you wanted to see me?

Skywolf grins, slapping his hands together and rubbing them together like he just won the jackpot.

Skywolf: Damn right, I  did. You know how I made you get a drug test last night at home? Catching you by surprise see. Well, we got the tests back - I knew you were juicing! It came back positive. Consider yourself suspended indefinitely.

MONSTAR doesn't look angry or shocked. He simply shakes his head.

MONSTAR: I'm clean.
Skywolf: Really? Well, see it for yourself! Look!

Skywolf hands MONSTAR a sheet with the test results written on it. MONSTAR takes a long, hard look and frowns.

Skywolf: Don't tell me you can't read?
MONSTAR: I can read. Not sure you can though. This says I'm clean. Look, it says "negative".

Skywolf barks out a harsh laugh as he snatches back the sheet.

Skywolf: Don't be so stupid, it says.... what the f-- it says negative.
MONSTAR: Sure you aren't getting too old for this?

Skywolf bangs the desk and stands up suddenly.

Skywolf: Dammit, I saw it! It said tested positive! What did you do?!
MONSTAR: What are you suggesting I did, magic?
Skywolf: You - I - but - dammit, get out of my office! Tonight, you're facing  Zak Justice, Nik Waverly and Carlos Starr in a 3 on 1 Handicap match!
MONSTAR: Neat. Thanks, boss!

MONSTAR walks out of the office, closing the door behind him. The camera watches him as he lumbers up the hallway - and just before he turns a corner - the shadow of something small and crumpled falls out of his hand and into a nearby trash can.

We cut to another area in the back and we see Marie Dubois standing with Jacob “The Thunderbolt” Scharff.

Marie: I’m here with the man set to battle the 4CW champion, Eddie Wolfbaine, tonight, Jacob Scharff. Jacob what are your thoughts going into your match tonight?

Jacob: Eddie and I met in the Fatal 4 Way a while back to see who fought for the title at Gallows’ End. He got the best of me that night, but tonight he better be ready for my return stroke.

Marie: Since you’ve returned to 4CW you’ve been through quite a rollercoaster. You’ve done fairly well in one-on-one matches, except for one specific instance.

A clip plays from the Gallows’ End, and it’s the last moments of the Graveyard by Moonlight match.

Jacob: Marie, in case you missed it, that match wasn’t exactly one-on-one. But that’s not the problem I have. I knew The Coven would have Paige’s back, as good friends do. My problem is that they ran. Now you can try to run from a storm, but eventually it will catch up to you. You can hide, for a while, but the thunder still gets louder. And when Paige finds herself caught outside, in my storm, again, there will be no place for Tsukiko to drag her to.

Marie: Last question Jacob. You’ve had many matches against Supreme since you’ve returned.  How do you feel about him?

Jacob: The matches against Supreme are just business Marie. He’s good, no doubt, and I know we’ve earned each other’s respect recently, but to answer the unasked question, Reamer is a different story. I don’t know what that was at Gallows’ End, and it didn’t come out in our last match, so maybe he’s over it. I speak from experience though, when a man has two sides to himself, it can be good for a while, to tap into a side usually unseen, but it always comes back to haunt you somehow. Supreme should just be careful, that’s all I’m saying.

Marie: Alright, well you heard it folks. Let’s throw it back to ringside.

"His World" by Crush 40 hits the PA system. The crowd liven up a bit as The Thunderbolt bursts onto the stage. Jacob Scharff comes out in a yellow hoodie, emblazoned on the back with a blue lightning bolt and makes a lightning bolt in the air with chops before heading to the ring.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Intoducing first, from Augusta, Georgia, weighing in at 260lbs, "THE THUNDERBOLT" ... JACOB ... SCHARFF!!

Scharff acknowledges the fans near the bottom of the ramp before turning to the ring, climbing up on the apron and in through the ropes.

Phoenix: Scharff will be looking to prove something here. The World Title scene is wide open - and he has a one on one opportunity against the champion. If he can pull off a win he puts himself in serious consideration for the new #1 contender!
Roberts: And on the other side of that coin, Eddie Wolfbaine hasn't been champion very long and will want to prove that he is tough to beat in this non-title match!

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

The stage explodes in pyro as Delain’s “The Gathering” hits. Eddie Wolfbaine walks onto the stage and pauses at the top of the ramp. Some fog machines then turn on, completely obscuring him. After a few moments, a pair of unseen fans come to life, immediately blowing all of the fog and smoke away. Eddie looks up and raises his arms, yelling back at the crowd as the video screen simply reads “Wolfbaine”.

Carson: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 230lbs, he is the 4CW World Champion! EDDIE ... WOOOOOLFBAINE!!

Wolfbaine slaps a few hands as he walks down the ramp before rolling into the ring. He climbs on to the middle rope, halfway between turnbuckles, yelling back at the crowd once more before leaping off and staring down his opponent, across the ring. Scharff and Wolfbaine both prepare themselves as the referee notions for the bell to ring. The dings echo around the arena to a big pop.

Roberts: Here we go!

Wolfbaine and Scharff lock up in the middle of the ring. They teeter back and forth in a battle of strength for a few moments before Wolfbaine overpowers Scharff and pushes him away. Scharff rolls out of the fall with a respectable amount of grace and immediately starts to circle Wolfbaine for a second lock up. They clash horns again, and this time Scharff is the one who overpowers and pushes Wolfbaine across the ring, who recovers with significantly less grace after an awkward landing. They clash the third time almost immediately, and after a quick struggle, Scharff puts Wolfbaine into a side headlock.

Wolfbaine slips his way out of the hold and tries to take down Scharff from the waist. Scharff resists at first but is temporarily overpowered and falls to the floor. He quickly recovers getting back up and he and Wolfbaine almost hop in circles as the struggle for the edge but Wolfbaine takes him down again and then switches to a front face lock. Wolfbaine wrenches away at Scharff's face but Scharff readjusts and manages to get to his knees. He then readjusts again and gets back up to his feet, slips out of hold and takes out Wolfbaine with a back suplex. He rolls around and hooks the leg. 1...2.. no! Wolfbaine kicks out.

Phoenix: Wolfbaine and Scharff very evenly matched here tonight and it might take something special to separate them!

Scharff picks up Wolfbaine and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip. Wolfbaine comes back fast, ducks the incoming clothesline, comes back off the other ropes on the opposite site and takes down Scharff with a baseball dropkick. Wolfbaine jumps back up to his feet, but Scharff has already gotten up too, and the two run at eachother. Scharff slips under Wolfbaine and takes him down with a deep arm drag. Wolfbaine jumps back up and falls to a second deep arm drag. On the third go around, Wolfbaine lands on his feet, regains his balance, and throws his leg back into the air with a superkick to Scharff!

Jeffrey: BAM! What a shot!
Phoenix: He's gonna feel that one for a while!

Wolfbaine gets down and hooks Scharff's leg. 1... 2.... NO!! Scharff kicks out! Both men lurch themselves up to their feet again. Wolfbaine is a second faster and takes out Scharff with a snap DDT! He hooks the leg! 1...2.... but Scharff kicks out! Wolfbaine tries to pick up Scharff, but Scharff catches him by surprise and rolls him up! 1... 2... no! Wolfbaine kicks out. Both men jump back up to their feet, eager to get the upper hand. Scharff stands with his back turned on Wolfbaine and knowing he will run towards him spins and takes out Wolfbaine with a spinning backfist straight to the jaw! Scharff hooks the leg!

Phoenix: One! Two! Thre---NO!! Wolfbaine kicks out!
Jeffrey: Damn, what a shot! He sensed Wolfbaine coming, like some kind of damn ninja!

Scharff is now in control as he picks up Wolfbaine and hooks him up for a suplex, landing it swiftly and accurately. Scharff gets up, taking a moment to rest at the turnbuckle, and as Wolfbaine gets back up to his feet, Scharff runs with purpose and takes out Wolfbaine with a brutal Lariat! He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... NO! Wolfbaine powers out and Scharff's frustration begins to show as he clenches his fists with a grimace, but immediately goes back on the attack. He lifts Wolfbaine and whips him into the corner. When Scharff arrives to meet him, he hits a few knife edge chops, then picks up Wolfbaine and takes him out with a Fallaway Slam!

Roberts: Scharff with a great display of power!

Scharff isn't finished yet as he picks up Wolfbaine and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. This time, Scharff runs at Wolfbaine full speed and takes him out with a Stinger Splash! Wolfbaine stumbles out of the corner, and Scharff gets behind him, hitting a German Suplex! Scharff holds on though, rolls over, gets back to his feet and hits a second German Suplex! But he's still not done! He holds on again to a big pop and rolls back to his feet again for a third and final German Suplex, which he releases for extra impact.

Phoenix: Rumbling Thunder by Jacob Scharff! That never gets less impressive!

Scharff scoots over to Wolfbaine and hooks his leg. The referee slides in to count the fall. ONE... TWO.... THR--- NO!! Wolfbaine kicks out once again!

Roberts: Wolfbaine isn't the champion for nothing! He will fight until he simply can't rather than stay down for the three!
Jeffrey: Hey Roberts, you got a little brown on your nose, jackass.

Scharff gets back up to his feet yet again and takes a few moments, seemingly to try and think up a strategy that will put away the champion once and for all. He signals for the Thunder Drop and the crowd pop loudly as Wolfbaine starts to stumble back to a fighting position. Scharff goes behind, sets up for the Thunder Drop olympic slam, and lifts - but Wolfbaine reverses and lands on his feet. Scharff doesn't expect this, and is momentarily stunned, giving Wolfbaine the perfect chance to grab Scharff's head and take him straight down to the mat with an Inverted Snapmare Driver!!!

Phoenix: Oh my god! Crescent Scythe!! That move is enough to end anyone's career!!
Roberts: Such brutality!

Scharff looks out of it and Wolfbaine crawls over, sheepishly hooking the leg. The ref slides to count. ONE.... TWO..... THRE---NO!! Scharff got his foot on the rope at the last second!! Wolfbaine looks annoyed beyond belief. He half-groans, half-growls as he stumbles back up to his feet, he screams at Scharff to get up and when Scharff is halfway up, Wolfbaine runs at the rope, and with a roar, comes back with a brutal Yazuka Kick!

Roberts: St. Michaels has come for revenge!!
Phoenix: This could be it! Wolfbaine covers! ONE... TWO... TH--NO!! Scharff is somehow still fighting in this match!
Jeffrey: This is quickly turning into an absolute savage-fest.

Wolfbaine, visibly tired at this point, with laboured breathing, slowly gets back up to his feet, dragging Scharff along with him. They both stumble up and sway slightly, Wolfbaine grabs Scharff and hits a snap suplex. He then picks him up again, and hits a snap DDT! Still not satisfied he's done enough damage, Wolfbaine grabs Scharff yet again and tries for another suplex, but Scharff blocks it with his leg. Wolfbaine tries again but is blocked again. On his third attempt, Scharff reverses the momentum, and he lifts up Wolfbaine for a suplex. He holds Wolfbaine in the air for a moment, then slams him down on the mat with a Gourdbuster!

Phoenix: Gourdbuster by The Thunderbolt! He's getting pumped up!

Scharff starts to beat at his own chest, letting the adrenaline flow through his body, and the electricity in the air spreads to the crowd, who start buzzing as Scharff signals for a big move. Wolfbaine groggily gets back up but looks lost on his feet! Scharff kicks him in the gut and NAILS him with the Sonicboom DDT!!

Phoenix: Sonicboom! He hit it! It's gotta be all over!

Scharff hooks the leg, nodding his head in urging the ref to count. The ref does so ... ONE ... TWO ... THRE--NO!! WOLFBAINE KICKS OUT!

Jeffrey: How? How did Wolfbaine survive the Sonicboom on top of everything else!
Phoenix: He's showing that he truly has the heart of a champion - but there's no denying Wolfbaine is in trouble at this point!

Scharff is beside himself with disbelief that Wolfbaine kicked out and decides the best way to move forward is rinse and repeat. He grabs Wolfbaine, lifts him in the air again, holds it, and then takes him out with ANOTHER Gourdbuster! Scharff then moves cautiously as Wolfbaine gets back up, slips behind him and goes for the Thunder Drop - but again Wolfbaine escapes the move. Scharff spins around and is taken out with the HAMMERSPACE LARIAT!!

Phoenix: Wolfbaine with the reversal!! Can he take advantage in this crucial part of the match?!

Wolfbaine half-crawls, half-jumps towards the ropes until he is able to grip then and use them to get to his feet. He takes a breather but only for a moment as Scharff is somehow still moving and pulls himself up surprisingly fast! Wolfbaine however, is focused and ready, he grabs Scharff before he even has a chance to scan his surroundings, lifts him up on to his shoulders, and runs towards the corner - hitting the Death Valley Driver into the middle turnbuckle!

Phoenix: EL VALLE DEL LOBO!! Eddie Wolfbaine hits the Valley of the Wolf!! This HAS to be it surely?!

Wolfbaine grabs Scharff's leg and hooks it as much as possible as the ref slides in... ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!!

Carson: Here is your winner... EDDIE ... WOOOOOOOOLFBAINE!!!!!

Both men lay in the middle of the mat as the crowd chant "THAT WAS AWESOME!" over Delain's "The Gathering" playing on the PA. Wolfbaine eventually gets himself over to the ropes and pulls himself up to celebrate.

Phoenix: A fantastic win for Wolfbaine to close out his 2017! He was met with some major competition and fought tooth and nail to be the one to get that pinfall!
Roberts: Scharff deserves credit for taking him to the limit - although this opens up the question, WHO exactly is next in line for a 4CW World Championship match?
Phoenix: Well we haven't found that out tonight, but it's such an important question, I doubt we'll have to wait much longer to find out!

Wolfbaine rolls out of the ring, grabs his championship belt and hobbles, staggered, up the ramp as the camera cuts away.

The camera fades to the backstage interview set with Marie Dubois's smiling form taking centre stage.

Dubois: Joining at this time is our 4CW Universal Champion, Brian “The Freight Train” White, and “Top Gun” Tommy Young!

The two men come into screen shot, Tommy behind, though still visible, the big man. White shifts his title belt to a more comfortable position over his shoulder and gifts Marie with his usual smirk.

White: Hello there beautiful!

Marie relies on years of journalistic training and professionalisation not to actually frown at this. Her eyes do noticeably narrow though.

Dubois: Ahem, yes... So, you are going to be involved in the first War match in 5 years! This match is a classic team match in 4CW history, but you're still a man down! Who, is your partner going to be?

White: Oh Marie, wouldn't you like to know. But you know what, me 'n Tommy thought it'd be much better to let you, and everyone else in the arena and in tv land, enjoy the surprise.

White beams at Marie and the camera, a sight that it actually quite unsettling given that it's White who's smiling. Taking the mic, White turns to the camera.

White: Cus believe you me, it's gonna be a big surprise, one that not even the Coven will see coming! Paige, I promised you a beating of a lifetime, and today I'm gonna collect. And just remember lass, I give back what I'm given. You've been an absolute bitch to everyone in the back, no respect given, none earned. You've dragged the custom cup belt through the mud and you expect us to hold you up high as an example. Well, I'll be making an example of you very soon, an example that will be remembered in 4CW history, of what happens when an honour less champion gets what she deserves!

White drops the microphone and storms off, Tommy following behind as the camera fades as we cut back to the ring area.

"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system. Out come four men, none of them looking particularly imposing, all dressed in a mishmash of sunglasses, manbuns, cornrows, baggy shirts, wrist bands and shark tooth necklaces.

Carson: The following contest is a Handicap Match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Myback, the team of Zak E Justice, Nik Waverly and Carlos Starr, The ... Supergroup!!

The four members of the Supergroup strut to the ring, making "cool" gestures and taunts to the fans, who are either booing or laughing. Myback is falling behind slightly, rubbing his back, and when they all enter the ring, Myback decides to crawl under the bottom rope, but still yelps as a jolt of pain seemingly shoots down his spine. Zak E Justice grabs the mic from the announcer.

Justice: Brooo... tonight, we have the opportunity to make history. We will be the first people to pin MONSTAR tonight! Sure, he's big and he's strong.. but we're ... lit. We're totally and utterly woke. We are the epitome of on fleek. We redefined cool. We re-established rep. We are ... THE SUPERGROUP!!

All four of them shout Supergroup, before Myback, awkwardly clutching his lower back, leaves 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... MONSTAR!!

MONSTAR bursts from the gorilla position and marches down to the ring. The Supergroup seem to be working a game plan in a  huddle. MONSTAR climbs up on the apron and is midway through entering the ring, when all three Supergroup members charge at him and attack him on the apron. Starr hits a dropkick which knocks MONSTAR down to the ringside area.

MONSTAR lifts himself back to his feet. Starr, inside the ring, tries to build up the crowd, for a suicide dive, but the crowd don't care. Starr goes for it anyway, diving over the top rope - AND GETTING PUNCHED STRAIGHT IN THE FACE BY MONSTAR! Starr drops like a sack of potatoes and doesn't move. MONSTAR rolls into the ring. Waverly and Justice pounce with repeating stomps but neither man can keep MONSTAR down and he gradually gets back up to his feet.

MONSTAR grabs Waverly by the man bun and swings him across the ring. He flies into the turnbuckle and crashes hard. Justice is grabbed by the throat and protests incessantly to no avail as MONSTAR lifts him up and hits a Chokeslam! Carlos Starr rolls back in the ring and is taken out with a Big Boot!

Phoenix: MONSTAR is wiping out all of these guys with ease! How many men will it take to even attempt to stop him?!

MONSTAR looks around at all three men hurting on the mat. Then he starts to jump up and down, like King Kong on a trampoline, and the three members of the Supergroup in the ring hurtle around in agony! Myback sheepishly climbs on the apron but eats an immediate clothesline from MONSTAR! MONSTAR then turns around and picks up Waverly. He sets him up for a powerbomb, lifts him in the air - and slams him on top of Starr! MONSTAR then grabs Justice - and lifts him up, then launches him on top of the other two with a Military Press Slam! MONSTAR sits down on top of the  three of them piled up and the referee counts the fall!

ONE... TWO... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner .... MONSTAR!!

MONSTAR kicks over the pile of opponents and leaves the ring, going back up the ramp without another look back at his victims.

Phoenix: Well, that was quick!
Roberts: This man is an absolute tank. No-one can stop him. I wonder if The Supergroup will finally decide to call it a day now.
Jeffrey: I doubt it.

The titantron is overtaken by a stylized animation of the Custom Cup title on the screen. The belt is propped up on a small table, standing out against a backdrop of purple velvet curtains adorned with silvery-grey rope at either side. In the scene, liquid gold begins to drip from somewhere above the table, pouring down into two golden goblets. Fancy, cursive text reading "The Golden Pilgrim" appears in front of the scene as the arena lights go out. When the text fades away, the scene changes drastically. At the middle of the screen, the shiny gold goblets hover and move next to one another. Together, they morph into a pair of unblinking, gold-brown eyes, complemented by an ocean blue eyeshadow: the entrancing, gentle eyes of Tsukiko Mizuno. The sound of ocean waves lapping against a rocky shore overtakes the PAs as the video's scenery fades to black, leaving only the eyes set against the darkness. Without warning, the sound becomes that of a gusting wind, with wolves howling in the distance. With this, Tsukiko's eyes morph into the eerie silver orbs of Witch Hazel. They dart about madly for a bit, as though taking in the audience. The fans in attendance seem amused by this. A bat of her long lashes and a cheeky wink later, the audio cuts out altogether. The intelligent, violet eyes of Pilgrim Paige take the place of Hazel's. Paige's eyes simply stare ahead stoically, seemingly gazing at the huge cage structure hanging over the ring.

Roberts: Another odd presentation from The Coven. They sure do love to make a spectacle of things.

Abruptly, the eyes on the screen begin to alternate rapidly from Coven member to Coven member. When this madness stops, both eyes close. The 4CWTron shuts down and the arena falls into pitch black. A few moments pass. "The Coven" appears in white, cursive letters on the tron. At stage right, a ring of fire begins to blaze and crackle, rising a couple feet high.

Roberts: A little tribute to The Brood, perhaps?
Jeffrey: Well, duh! ... Yeesh. It's even creepier without the music!

Slowly, three figures begins to rise from within and below the ring of flames. Dim lighting overtakes the arena and on an unseen platform, The Coven ascends to stage level.

Phoenix: Well, these gals sure do love pomp and circumstance.
Jeffrey: You have no appreciation for presentation, Scott.

Carson: The following contest is a WARRR match and is tonight's main event! War is contended inside a 5-sided steel cage. In this elimination-style contest, competitors may be eliminated by pinfall or submission. Eliminated competitors must exit the cage structure and return to the backstage area. Weapon use is allowed, but do note that in this edition of War, tag match standards will still apply. Failing to obey tag rules will result in ejection from the match. *ahem* Making their way to the ring; at a total combined weight of 394 pounds: Tsukiko Mizuno; Pilgrim Paige; Witch Hazel... THE COVEN!

They each take turns stepping through the low flames and approaching the top of the ramp. Paige raises her title belt over her head and motions to her teammates. Together, they throws their heads back and summon a long "WOOOOOO!" from their lungs as Gallowbraid's "Ashen Eidolon" blares from the speakers. Hazel takes the lead as all three women begin to dart down the ramp. Hazel detours and runs her way down the barricade, jumping off at the end and rolling through her landing. Paige and Tsukiko slide into the ring and get the crowd riled up. The Lunar Pilgrim removes her title belt and sets on the near rings steps. Attention falls to Hazel next, as she's taken it upon herself to leap from the apron to the inner wall of the cage. She dangles and swings from the bottom of the frame like a monkey, headbanging all the while. The referee calls out to her and Hazel rejoins her patient companions.

Jeffrey: Man, I love me some crazy!

The lights lower to blackness as "Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin begins. The music breaks down before suddenly bursting to full volume again as the lights and pyro go into action. Brian "The Freight Train" White bursts onto the stage, punching the air as the crowd pops in anticipation of the match. A final, more elaborate blast of pyro brings with it Tommy Young, who dives through the dazzling display and lands with a tuck-and-roll. Springing back to his feet, "Top Gun" extends his forefingers and thumbs, brings them together and points at the cage structure. encouraging the crowd's reactions. The titantron package features scenes of a train reminiscent of the steam train from Back to the Future III, adorned with a laughing skull on the front instead of the fog light. Flames pour out from its sides. This is punctuated by scenes of White dominating his matches: spearing Pilgrim Paige; slamming Rhys Cain; throwing Jon Viper across the ring and so on.

Carson: And their opponents; from Barry, South Wales... "TOP GUN" TOMMY YOUNG, and the current 4CW Universal Champion... BRIAN ... "THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAIN" ... WHITE!!

Roberts: Tommy Young wowed the 4CW universe earlier this moth with a scintillating debut against Witch Hazel. He hit the stage like a bat outta hell and competed with a lotta confidence—but here tonight, Young seems a little off.
Phoenix: Seems to me he's not not too thrilled about being thrown into the middle of White's war—pardon the unintended pun—with Paige and co. I'd also hazard a guess and say that this isn't exactly the ideal competitive environment for this young man's second contract match ever. I have no shame admitting I was shaking in my boots in my first stipulation match. Let's hope for Tommy's sake that his youthful confidence holds true.

They make their way towards the ring: White with a determined smirk and well-polished Universal title belt at his waist; Young strolling along with his usual swagger. His face, however, tells a different story. He tosses his aviators into the crowd and jogs down to the bottom of the ramp, bearing a serious, nervous expression. Brian White watches his protégé as Young slides into the ring. White soon follows, climbing the ring steps with a confident smirk on his face. He climbs into the ring and awaits the appearance of his team's third member. The crowd is getting eager and talkative, curious as to whose music is about to hit. A long, tense moment passes.

The words AND NOW, A SPECIAL APPEARANCE BY... in big white text appear on the 4CWtron, then fade to black...

A familiar drumming pattern sounds out over the PAs...

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain! / The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today / When they live in the sins of yesterday!

The arena breaks into a frenzy of cheering voices as the powerful chorus of Billy Talent's "Red Flag" kicks in and blasts of pyro go off all over the stage! On the titantron, the word SERY!!! appears and flashes in big, bold letters. This is followed by the stylized highlight reel of none other than the ex-4CW Custom Cup Champion himself. Sery strolls out onto the stage with a huge grin on his face. He throws his arms out and pumps his fists. A deafening "SERY! SERY!" chant goes up.

Carson: And their partner, from Antigo, Wisconsin... weighing in at 185lbs... SERY!!

Jim Ross Scott Phoenix: BAH GAWD IT'S SERY!
Jeffrey: THE MIDGET?! This is who Freight Train's been hyping up all this time?! Isn't this little bastard on hiatus with roughly a million broken bones?
Phoenix: Don't keep up with company news, Ray?
Jeffrey: Not when it's about Sery.
Roberts: I can field this one if you don't mind, Scott. Sery's longest healing time was dedicated to his bruised ribs. Tonight, he's all healed up and ready for action. A break from hiatus for what promises to be an epic, vicious grudge match.
Phoenix: Well said, James. And think of it, Ray: Paige's brutalization of Sery is where this all started. White's moral crusade against The Coven originated, I feel, in his mind the second he saw what went down at SummerFest. And think of Sery's perspective in this. No way he doesn't want to pay Paige back for what she did!

Sery makes his way down the ramp, slapping five with the fans around the barricade. His progress is halted briefly by something shiny whapping him in the side of the head. It bounces off and lands on the ramp. Sery's smile fades. He picks the object up, finding it to be a paper wrapper of some sort. He uncrumples it, revealing a logo bearing "Sery's" on it. The apparent thrower of the wrapper pipes up from a few rows behind the barricade, complaining loudly about the burger he received. Sery shrugs and reminds the not-so-bright-looking man of his "no refunds" policy.

Jeffrey: I dunno what that guy's problem is! Sery's an idiot, but he sure can make a fine burger and ship it off days later in packaging of questionable toxicity!
Roberts: ... which your entire body rejected within minutes after consumption.
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! My internal organs may be failing and my vision might come and go... *awkwardly long pause... and m' blurkt is definootly flurped! *Jeffrey shakes his head vigorously* I regret nothing! Order your Sery Burger at SeryShop.com!
Phoenix: It's been discontinued and all finished burgers are being looked at by top men.
Roberts: Who?
Major Eaton Scott Phoenix: Top. Men.

Sery's smile returns as he jogs his way around the ring and up the steps near commentary. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his fist high, taking in the crowd response. He then backflips down and joins his teammates in the ring. The cell is slowly lowered, enveloping much of the ringside area's diameter and settling onto the arena floor.

Sery is rearing to go, but is swiftly restrained by Tommy Young, who whispers something in his ear and pats his shoulder. Sery stares daggers at him for a moment, but ultimately takes a deep breath and heads out to the apron. Freight Train looks agitated with his protégé, but doesn't say anything on it. White points aggressively at Hazel, then motions to Tommy. Hazel flicks her tongue in Tommy Young's general direction, so he slingshots himself over the ropes and somersaults forward into the ring, landing on his feet. He beckons Hazel to approach as the ref calls for the bell.

*DING! DING! DING!*

And we're off! Hazel complies to Tommy's request and the two engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. Young transitions into an arm wringer, wrenching away on Hazel's left arm. He ducks underneath it while turning outward, twisting it yet again. A third wrench of the arm sends the silver-haired sorceress flipping forward to the mat below—but she plants her boots into the mat in a partial bridge, bends at the knees and flips backward into a scissor grip around Tommy's neck. Young releases the arm and grabs his opponent by the legs, but is brought down to the mat in an improvised headscissors takedown! Top Gun rolls through the landing and rises back up onto his feet, staring down Witch Hazel. Some polite appreciation sounds out in the stands.

Roberts: Some fast-paced cruiserweight action to kick off tonight's main event.
Phoenix: I expect to see a fair amount of that from this match. I also expect all hell to eventually break loose.

Young and Hazel circle each other briefly, then meet at mid-ring once again. Tommy points to his chest, telling Hazel to give it her best shot. She lands a hard knife edge chop—eliciting a WOOO from the crowd—but Tommy's boots remain firmly planted on the canvas. He emphatically returns the favor, but Hazel also stands her ground. Hazel brings a yet harder strike back, making Tommy wince with pain, but still he holds his position. Top Gun's next turn brings an even more high-velocity backhand across Hazel's chest, staggering her a bit. Not finding a response, Tommy foregoes the chop battle and kicks Hazel in the mid-riff. From here, Young grabs her wrist and pushes her into the ropes, sending her off with an irish whip across the ring. On the rebound, Top Gun brings her up and over in a high back body drop, sending Hazel crashing to the mat below. Young scoops Hazel up and delivers a succession of forearms, then sends her into a neutral corner. He charges in and hits a leaping clothesline that brings his legs dangling between the ropes. He ducks out to the apron as Hazel falls to her hands and knees. Tommy climbs up the turnbuckles, waiting for his moment. Hazel stands, turns and receives a diving hurricanrana for her troubles! The crowd pops!

Phoenix: I am consistently impressed with this young man's agility.
Jeffrey: How to fly 101 with "Top Gun" Tommy Young!

Tommy slides into a lateral press...

One...

T—kick-out!

Witch Hazel is free from Tommy Young's pin, though slow to find her feet. She begins to crawl toward her corner, but Young grabs her by the leg.  She pushes her arms up straight, bringing herself to an awkward leaning stance, reaching out toward Tsukiko's hand—but it's much too far out of reach. Hopping on one foot, she musters her mental resources and leaps straight up, mule kicking Young hard in the chest with her free leg, knocking him down hard but also leaving her own body to cannonball down to the mat below! Top Gun reels on the mat, and Hazel scrambles to make the first tag of the match. She dives for Tsukiko and slaps her palm, making Tsukiko Mizuno the legal woman.

Roberts: One wise reversal later and Hazel hits the pause button on Tommy's momentum!
Jeffrey: Smart, beautiful and batshit crazy... just the woman for me!
Phoenix: Don't. Just... don't. I don't wanna be the one that ends up having to identify your corpse.

Tsukiko jumps in over the ropes, strolls up to the fallen Tommy Young and lands a standing moonsault. She pulls him up by the head and drags him to her corner, tagging in Paige. Together, they send Tommy into the ropes and take him over with a double hip toss. Paige grabs Tommy's right boot and raises his leg; Tsukiko takes the left. On the apron, Hazel bows her head, making a wish, then her teammates conclude a wishbone leg splitter! A collective groan throughout the arena!

Jeffrey: Ahh! That gets me every time!

Paige exits as Tsukiko dives into a cover...

One...

T—Sery interrupts the pin with a running elbow drop and rushes Hazel in the corner for good measure, knocking her on her ass and reeling to the ringside floor. Sery then swings wildly at Paige, but she drops down from the apron to avoid it. Sery kicks the bottom rope in frustration. The crowd is going wild! All the while, heeding the tag rules, the referee has been counting away on Sery's illegal ring presence...

Three...

Sery finally turns away from Paige and back toward the ring just in time to eat a dropkick courtesy of Tsukiko Mizuno! Sery rolls away and to the outside at the the count of four.

Phoenix: Sery is chomping at the bit to get at Paige, but he's gonna have to watch himself if he doesn't want to get ejected from this match!
Jeffrey: Somebody control that idiot!

Tsukiko turns her attention to Tommy, who by this time has recovered enough to clamber to his corner. He rests against the bottom turnbuckle for a moment, then raises his arm up to tag in the Freight Train himself!

Roberts: Oh, here we go!

Freight Train steps over the ropes and stomps over to Tsukiko, mouthing off to her about being "the team medic" and having the worst taste in women ever. The fans "ooh" at this. To her credit, she stands her ground and is wise enough to keep her mouth shut for once. White nods in Paige's direction, practically salivating at the prospect of getting Paige one-on-one. Tsukiko's eyes burn into White's, and she shakes her head fiercely. Freight Train laughs in her face; Tsukiko slaps his! White chuckles even more heartily, turning slightly away and rubbing his cheek where Tsukiko connected with it. Without warning,  he turns on his heel and sends an open-handed strike at Tsukiko, who ducks under White's arm at the last second, takes off for the ropes and rebounds back to him. She dives low with a dropkick to the calf, sending White down to a knee. A stiff shoot kick to the chest follows, taking Freight Train's arms out of the equation as they instinctively move to the area of impact. This is capped off with a step-up enzuigiri to the back of the head. White slumps, but the big man still won't go down!

Phoenix: We haven't had the pleasure of seeing Tsukiko Mizuno in a competitive environment more than once before now. Team trainer, manager and the closest thing to a moral compass The Coven has... she's got her plate quite full. It will be interesting to see what the veteran competitor—comparatively speaking—can bring to the table tonight.
Roberts: Two running themes in The Coven are speed and agility, and we're seeing that at play right now.

Tsukiko runs to her corner and tags in Paige. They take off for the far rope, bounce off and nail a double dropkick to the still-groggy Freight Train, finally managing to take the 400-pounder off his feet and onto his shoulders. Tsukiko exits. Paige sets about blatantly choking White with both hands, but struggles to wrap them around his huge neck. Changing tack, she elects to leap as high as she can, then brings her feet smashing down into Brian White's abdomen! An "ooh" from the audience—and from White as the air rushes out of him!

Phoenix: Moon Shoes! Cutesy name, nasty impact.
Jeffrey: I love it!

The Lunar Pilgrim bounces off the ropes and drops a leg across White's chest. She runs and rebounds off again and gets goozled by the recovering Freight Train!

Jeffrey: Well, fuck.

All at once, Brian White is livid, vertical and in control of his opponent.

Jeffrey: I know this is sort of a no-DQ match, but if he willfully snaps her neck, is that a disqualification?

With one hand, White lifts Paige high off the mat by her neck, then lowers himself forward, extending his leg and bending at the knee. With a devilish smirk, White releases the squirming moon maiden, letting her free-fall crotch-first onto his knee! A loud groan through the crowd as Paige crumbles and rolls out to the apron. Tsukiko fumes in her corner. Hazel is busy taunting Tommy Young.

Jeffrey: *through gritted teeth* Aggghh! Not cool!
Roberts: Freight Train taking full advantage of the lax conditions of the match just now. I'll politely call it "unique offense".
Phoenix: There was nothing polite about it! That was a low blow, with gusto. In case you forgot, folks, this is War, and it is very much personal here tonight!

White reaches over the ropes and pulls Paige up by the hair, merciless tossing the moon maiden into the ring on her back. She reels, trying to find her footing. White charges in and turns Paige inside-out with a punishing clothesline! Freight Train then scoops her up horizontally by the shoulder and inner thigh, setting up for a fallaway slam. However, Tsukiko's rage gets the best of her and brings her to leap onto the broad back of Brian White. She pushes up from his shoulders and hooks him by the neck, trying to lock in a sleeper hold. White instinctively moves his arms up to search for a head to grab, but must instead catch hold of something else entirely: specifically, Witch Hazel—whose crazy got the best of her—springboarding in out of nowhere... only to get scooped up and held aloft by Freight Train!

Jeffrey: All aboard the Freight Train, literally! Ahaha!
Phoenix: Something tells me you've been waiting ages for a chance to say that.
Jeffrey: You have no idea!

Tommy Young darts along the apron with intensity etched into his face. He picks his spot and takes a deep breath, grabbing the rope tightly and bending at the knees. "Top Gun" Tommy Young proceeds to springboard into the ring, launching himself over the heads of all but Brian White as he drives his boots into Tsukiko's face with pin-point precision! Tsukiko topples off White's back, hitting the canvas near to the ropes. Showing great ring awareness, she wisely rolls to the arena floor, out of harm's way.  At the same time, Young's free-fall is awkwardly interrupted: unluckily, he falls into White's shoulder, sending him twisting awkwardly down to the mat and landing hard on his left shoulder!

Jeffrey: WOOOHOOOHOOO! Man, that kid can fly!
Phoenix: Just breathtaking. Height, distance, precision... real triple threat stuff.
Roberts: Fully agreed, but did anyone else catch that landing? Time will tell what lasting effects that impact may or may not have. That was a worrisome fall.

Meanwhile, in the midst of all this, White has kept Paige dazed with headbutts to the ribs. Hazel has been wriggling like mad in an effort to escape, but the 6'8" behemoth has both women held up at chest height, creating a disadvantageous angle. It all looks uncannily like a big front-end loader with a couple of pedestrians scooped up in the bucket. Hazel keeps twisting and swiping at White's head, but it's just out of reach. Freight Train bends at the knees, lowers his arms slightly and heaves himself backward—sending Paige and Hazel flying overhead and landing in a tangled heap, nearly being sent straight into the ring ropes! Caught up in each other's limbs and the bottom rope, they helplessly overbalance and tumble to the floor! Every 4CW fanatic in the building is going wild!

Roberts: What the hell was that?!
Jeffrey: THAT WAS AWESOME!
Phoenix: Another moment where words fail, so I'll go textbook and say, "A fallaway slam".
Jeffrey: Well, duh! It didn't exactly look like tea for two, Scott! Well... "for two" actually does fit here, but—agh! You know what I mean!

White steps to one side as Sery and Tommy hit the ring, looking around at all the carnage. Tsukiko is pulling herself vertical using the cage, and on the opposite side of the structure, Paige and Hazel are trying to find their bearings as well. The two men nod to each other, hit the ropes—charge past one another on the rebound aaand... SUICIDE DIVE TO ALL THREE MEMBERS OF THE COVEN!! All three women are smashed into the cage walls and The Verizon Center crowd is on its feet, going nuts!

Jeffrey: That's one way to test the cage's durability. Good foundation; seems firm!
Roberts: All jokes aside, that was a nasty double team attack that's clearly turned the tide of this match.
Jeffrey: If we put all jokes aside, it'd just be me sitting here with Scott and you watching us from the timekeeper's table.

The referee is clearly aggravated (though doesn't seem surprised) at the breakdown of the tag rules. With no ring-out count to use and no illegal teammates in the ring to disqualify, he elects to simply stand as far away as from Freight Train as humanly possible. Tommy is slow to his feet, nursing his banged-up left shoulder. Sery starts hammering away on Paige, laying into her with shot after shot. Top Gun uses his right arm to pull Hazel's hair, forcing her to get up off the floor. He bangs her head off the ring apron and shoves her into the ring... where Freight Train is patiently waiting for something to cause pain to.

Phoenix: Well, this should be a fair fight...

Hazel waves girlishly at Brian White, smiling at him like he's not about to tear her apart. White looks—understandably—quite confused. He raises an eyebrow and awkwardly waves back. Hazel looks—not understandably—quite calm. in fact, she skips right over to White and blows him a kiss. The crowd seems both puzzled and amused. The equally confused ref shrugs and begins his 5-count on Hazel's illegal ring presence, as though there's still a grain of order left in this match.

Jeffrey: Well, this all seems normal!
James Roberts: Are we in bizarro world or something?!

Bewildered and irritated, White grabs her by the arm and whips her so hard into The Coven's corner that she bounces off the turnbuckles and collapses to the mat. She rolls out to the apron before the ref reaches 5. This seems to be a coincidence, done out of survival instinct rather than actual awareness of the count. During all this weirdness, Tommy has turned his attention to Tsukiko Mizuno, who's down on hands and knees on the opposite side of the floor. Young scoops her up by the head, only to receive a faceful of sand from the sea witch! Tommy Young reels! Meanwhile, Sery has recovered and finally gotten his hands on Paige, locking her into a crossface. The crowd pops. Paige struggles in the hold a while, trying to grab hold of the cage wall. With considerable effort, Paige hooks her fingers into the mesh wall's framework and pulls with all her might, forcing The Seryous One to shift his weight and lose his grip. Free of the hold, the Golden Pilgrim's eyes light up, staring at the cage wall. With a cruel expression, she plants her feet against the cage and kicks off, propelling her body against Sery and driving him spine-first into the steel steps! The crowd hollers and boos in response.

Roberts: Just brutal. Is there anything Paige won't do?
Jeffrey: Hey, she got out, didn't she? It's not like it was premeditated, it was a reversal. A brilliant one!
Phoenix: What exactly about your beloved Custom Cup champion has given you the idea she doesn't know exactly where she is and what she's doing at all times? She knew damn well those steps were behind Sery!

In the ring, Brian White follows up with Witch Hazel, grabbing her as she stands back up on the apron and reigning clubbing blows down on the small of her back. Freight Train proceeds to hoist Hazel by the neck using both hands, lifting her high into the air and over the ropes, plunking her down in the ring! She scoots away on her butt and takes a seat in the far corner, but it's no use; White is heading her way, stomping along like Goliath bearing down upon David. It is in this moment the eccentric young woman recalls her parables from her years spent at St. Margaret's. Cornered and lacking a stone, Hazel weighs her options. Ultimately, she chooses "nut shot" and kicks Freight Train square in the balls. Most of the audience squirms; some boo in disapproval; some grimace in knowing familiarity.

Jeffrey: Ahhhh dammit all to hell, not again!!! What does everyone have against functioning genitals tonight?!

White crumbles. Hazel cackles.

In the midst of this madness, Tsukiko has taken note of Tommy Young's wounded shoulder. She hooks on a hammerlock and bashes him into the cage wall, shoulder-first! Young falls to the floor. Tsukiko nonchalantly grabs a leg and without warning, ducks under the ring, out of sight. With a firm grip on Tommy's ankle, she pulls him in with her.

Roberts: Uhh... that's new!
Jeffrey: Wooo-oooh, it's gettin' hot and heavy! The ladies really can't resist this guy, huh?!
Phoenix: Lesbian.
Jeffrey: Oh—right, yeah! So not hot 'n' heavy, then. Uhhh... soooooo... Tommy's being murdered? Been murdered? Either way. Definitely dead, yep.

Paige slides back into the ring and starts kicking away at White's ribs. She grabs herself a tree trunk leg, then the other and tangles the big man;s legs up: Turn the Paige locked in, shades of Jamie Noble! Hazel returns to the apron and begun making her way back to her team's corner. Sery, too, is making the trek back to his corner, tending his aching back the whole way there. Soon, he's slumped on the apron and the match almost looks like standard tag team fare—if not for the steel cage and the memory of everything that's transpired thus far. The referee breathes a sigh of great relief.

Jeffrey: Poor bastard.

While focused on Paige's submission hold on Freight Train, the camera operators, commentary team and most of the audience fall into confusion. There's a loud crowd response in the arena that's coming only from the side opposite the hard cam. A few moments later, it becomes clear why: Tsukiko has re-emerged from under the ring—on the opposite side she started from! She still has a firm grip on Tommy's leg, as well. A zoomed camera shot reveals the cause of the commotion: Tommy has a number of colorful thumbtacks sticking out of his back and arms! In addition to Young's new piercings, it becomes apparent that his hellride through the rigging included a pair of steel chairs, as well as some more fun accessories: as he contorts in agony, we see a few nuts and bolts are pressed so hard into his shoulders they won't fall off! Many fans are on their feet, and a "HOLY SHIT!" chant kicks up.

Roberts: MAN! Tommy Young just got keelhauled!
Jeffrey: Ahahaha! Just when it looked like order had been restored, too. Ya never know what you're gonna see in 4CW!
Phoenix: You've got that right, Ray. I've been in this business quite a while and I can honestly say I've never seen that before!

Tommy Young is clearly wounded and dazed. He's not yet found his wits enough to get his arms out from under the apron skirt. Tsukiko nods appreciatively to the fans as she attempts to pull Brian White's near-lifeless protégé up to his feet. Turning her head back to face her prey, the sadistic siren eats the bucket from whence "Top Gun" Tommy Young's spare parts came! Tsukiko is down and out! This all happens about 5 feet away from Hazel, who seems to be off in her own world somewhere.

Jerry Lawler Ray Jeffrey: Wooo, mama! Ahaha! That's awesome!
Phoenix: Ray! Show some respect for the competitors.
Jeffrey: What?! This is awesome, isn't it? I mean, where else besides 4CW am I gonna see a little white dude feed a bucket of strange objects to a Japanese lesbian while her transgender girlfriend wrestles a 400lb man?! ... Wait.
Phoenix: RAY!

Meanwhile in the ring, Freight Train manages to reach the ropes, having endured a solid minute of Turn the Paige. As Pilgrim Paige attempts to follow up, the Barry-based bruiser picks her leg out from under her, halting Paige's momentum. The Universal Champion returns to a vertical base at roughly the same time as Paige, who fires off a backhand chop to her towering opponent. White forgoes the temptation to return the favor, choosing a kick to the gut instead, buckling the Lunar Pilgrim. Freight Train loses a beat to his other leg nearly giving way, however; the effects of the hold are still fresh. Ever the opportunist, Paige fights the pain and sends its right back, landing a stiff shoot kick to the back of White's thigh. Then another, and another; chopping the Freight Train down to a knee. Backing away, Paige runs in for a step-off enzuigiri, but her stepping leg—the same one Scharff did a number on at Gallows End—is knocked away by a massive fist to the ankle, sending the Golden Pilgrim careening down to the canvas and writhing in anguish.

Roberts: Not good! That could be a re-injury right there.
Jeffrey: Oh, no!

Tsukiko hauls herself weakly onto the apron in her corner, resting. On the outside of the ring, Tommy Young is on his knees and wincing horribly. In the ring, Witch Hazel abruptly laughs and points in White's general direction. He rushes her, scaring her off with an unusual result: Hazel evades White by leaping high and backward from the apron, latching onto the cage wall like a cat. Hopping down, she nearly lands on Tommy by accident. They stare at each other for a moment, Hazel's head cocked to one side as she surveys the damage. In a bizarre moment, she proceeds to aid Top Gun in picking the tacks out of his skin. When finished, Hazel beams at Tommy. She attempts to give him a lick, only to be pie-faced away.

Jeffrey: Probably the most devastating move of the match so far.

Young shakes his head in confusion before returning to his tag corner, leaving the hedge witch alone, looking strangely dejected. In the ring, White has pulled Paige to her feet. He scoops her head under his arm and lifts her as he jumps, driving his opponent down to the mat with a vicious implant DDT! The crowd roars! Freight Train sets Paige up against the middle rope and tags in Tommy Young. Flecked with blood, he takes off for the ropes, rebounds back and swings round using the ropes to hit his tiger feint kick on the rope-hung Pilgrim Paige! The Lunar Pilgrim is knocked away, dazed. Young readies himself on the apron. Across the ring, Hazel (back on the apron) stares oddly at Tommy. She seems... stricken. Downcast. Taking a breath—and minding his footing—"Top Gun" Tommy Young springboards in, launching high into the air and smashing his forearm against Paige's head! She's near motionless on the canvas and the fans are on their feet!

Phoenix: This kid's career is just kicking off and he's looking at eliminating the Custom Cup Champion from this match!

Witch Hazel's face changes again. She drops to ringside and retrieves a chair, then slides in as Tommy covers Paige. The ref gets only to the count of one before Hazel enters and bashes Tommy right in his injured left shoulder. Hazel then charges forth and leaps into Freight Train, using the chair as an aid in a wicked dropkick that sends White tumbling to the floor in a heap. Hazel has a death grip on the chair, not letting go. The Seryous One grabs her by the head when she stands up and tries to walk away from his corner, pulling her down to the mat. Hazel yells something indiscernible and rolls onto her belly, then bashes Sery in the calves with the chair, causing him to crumble against the ropes and ricochet off, landing on top of Brian White. The audience has no idea what to make of this all, sitting stunned other than to pop for each chair shot.

Roberts: Hazel has completely lost it! What the hell is going through her head?!
Phoenix: Just carnage everywhere you look; good lord!
Jeffrey: *salivates*

Hazel drags Paige to her corner by an arm, steps onto the apron and tags herself in. She exaggeratedly stomps over to Tommy, who's struggling to stand near the middle of the ring. Hazel sidles up behind Young. In a familiar scene, she pulls his face to hers and runs her tongue up his cheek, then shoves Young forward by the head. He ends up bent over in front of the silver-haired sorceress and looks about to collapse, so she holds him up round the waist. From this point, Hazel moves her lower body in close, pressing her... lower extremities close against Tommy's posterior.

Jeffrey: AHH! If this goes where it looks like it's going, we're all out of a job!
Phoenix: Haven't I heard that somewhere before?
Roberts: Oh, here we go again! This is just unsavory!
Jeffrey: Compared to what?! The back full of thumbtacks?

Hazel does her little frog-hop onto Tommy's upper back and tucks her inner thighs between his armpits. Bracing against Tommy's shoulders, she sways violently backward, forcing Young to straighten up as she hangs upside-down on his back. From here, Hazel wraps her elevated legs around Young's neck, locking in the hanging lotus lock she calls her Flytrap! The crowd "oohs" and pops in response.

Phoenix: What a nasty hold this "Flytrap" is. Young is fading fast!

Indeed, Tommy Young soon falls to his knees. Hazel adjusts from having her shoulders touching the mat to bridging herself horizontally. She pushes her crossed ankles ever harder against the back of Young's neck, causing the vise-like effect to tighten under Tommy's trapped shoulders! The ref gets in close, asking whether Young wishes to submit. He unclenches his teeth enough to spit out a spiteful "Yes!" and Tommy Young has been eliminated!

Roberts: A nasty "floating" variation of the Flytrap, and Tommy Young is the first competitor to be eliminated.
Jeffrey: Woo! It's 3 on 2! Though one of those two is Freight Train, so...

Hazel uncrosses her legs and rolls off her opponent's back, elegantly landing on her feet. On the apron, the mostly-recovered Tsukiko Mizuno steps into the ring to congratulate her friend. All the while, two people who'd been taken out of the equation are all too ready to change the formula: Sery seems to have covertly "borrowed" the two steel chairs dredged up during Tommy Young's unfortunate keelhaul. He's passed the other to White, and the two now stand in the ring with Tsukiko and Hazel unaware of the threat. Tsukiko's patting of Hazel's back is met with a cold response, as Hazel simply brushes her off. Confused and trying to get some sense out of Hazel, the girls begin to talk, facing one another. Hazel maintains an awkward, unfriendly distance. Unfortunately, both women happen to be perfectly lined up for Sery and Freight Train! They approach silently, unseen by their targets. Just as they draw near enough to swing, Paige slides her weary body in under the ropes. For a single second, her head turns from Tsukiko to Hazel, realizing the weight of the situation. The chairs are swung, and Hazel is soon motionless on the mat; Tsukiko and Paige lay nearby, Paige having made the save for her partner at the last possible moment! White takes another swing, but the girls escape to ringside to regroup.

Phoenix: Well, that's one hell of a choice to have to make, but Paige made it.
Jeffrey: All I know is Hazel is definitely one girl who doesn't need her brains any more scrambled than they already are!

Sery returns to the apron. Meanwhile, the cell is being raised to allow Tommy Young to exit the structure. White gives him a pat on his good shoulder, then sends him on his way. Tommy rolls out of the ring as White drops into a lateral press on Hazel.

One...

Two...

Three!

Witch Hazel has been eliminated! Outside the cell, Tommy Young eases his way along the ramp using the barricade for help, receiving a ton of positive response from the crowd.

Roberts: Hazel is out and must exit the cell!
]Phoenix: Two eliminations in two minutes, this match seems to be breaking down!

Sery and White, curious but surprisingly accommodating, back off to their corner as Hazel woozily gets to her feet shouting and screaming at her allies to get in the ring. She kicks at the ropes, tosses the chair away... Hazel is, in short, livid.

Michael Cole James Roberts: I don't like the looks of this! This is gonna get ugly!
Jeffrey: Hey, come on, ladies! Don't fight; Paige didn't let Hazel get hit on purpose... I mean... ugh. You know what I mean!

Cage still raised, Tsukiko finds a mic and passes it to Paige. Paige and Tsukiko hesitantly enter the ring when Hazel seems calm enough.

Paige: You know if I could've reached the both of y—

Hazel: YOU! LIE!

Tsukiko takes the mic and tries her hand at talking with her enraged faction-mate.

Tsukiko: Listen, Haze, we—

Hazel: NO! No "Haze". No listening! No more! No more, no more, no more...

Hazel trails off into a tangent, mostly muttering that last phrase to herself. Tsukiko nervously steps forward, then takes Hazel by the hand in an effort to comfort her. Hazel looks up, stares deep into her eyes and leans into the mic.

Hazel: I. Know. Everything!

And with that, Tsukiko's eyes and mental faculties are blinded by Brain Fog, as Hazel spits the silver mist right in her eyes! Tsukiko reels into Paige, who ushers her out of the ring to relative safety.

Jeffrey: Oh, man! All hell's about to break loose!
Roberts: I'm stunned. I think we've just witnessed the total dissolution of The Coven!
Phoenix: I imagine the bigger picture behind this attack may yet come to light, but for now, we've got bigger fish to fry!

White, who seems to have determined himself the legal man, rushes Hazel, simply shoving her down to the mat while running. She awkwardly tumbles under the ropes and hits the floor. Seizing the moment, Freight Train grabs the still-bewildered Paige and drags her to center ring, locks his arms around her left calf and thigh and brings her up and down with a targeted kneebreaker that impacts on the ankle. Paige begins to howl out in pain, but is interrupted by White: he scoops her up and slams her down with ferocious force! White then drags Paige near to his corner and motions to Sery. White then positions himself in front of the turnbuckles, facing the ring. Sery hops over the ropes and runs along the apron, then climbs up the to the top turnbuckle behind Freight Train. From here, he carefully positions himself, one foot at a time, on top of Brian White's massive shoulders!

Roberts: Oh, goodness! This is precarious, right here.
Jeffrey: Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a frickin' idiot!

Sery scans the arena, getting the fans behind him. He takes a deep breath, focuses in on his target, and SWANTONS down from White's shoulders, nailing Pilgrim Paige with a picture-perfect Seryous Senton Bomb! A massive pop in the Verizon Center! White returns to the apron, a look of deep satisfaction on his face. Sery is a little slow to get into a cover, but it's academic at this point.

One...

Two...

Three!

Pilgrim Paige has been eliminated from the match! Witch Hazel, who was supposed to have left long ago, takes advantage of the time this takes, reigning down blows on Paige's neck and back. As before, Brian White and Sery stand aside and watch in awe at the madness that's unfolding. Meanwhile at ringside, Tsukiko thrashes about wildly, unable to see or think clearly, experiencing the full effect of the strange mist. She lashes out blindly, throwing haymakers and narrowly missing striking her fist off the ring post. Soon, she trips over the ring steps, landing abdomen-first in a winded daze. Meanwhile in the ring, Hazel is just unloading on Paige: raking the back; landing double axe handles; even biting into Paige's shoulder at one point. Everyone in the arena is stunned. Next, she retrieves one of the steel folding chairs and carefully fits it over Paige's ankle. She very deliberately selects the familiar target from Gallows End—and earlier in the night—the weakened left ankle. With a terrible shout of rage, Hazel picks up the other chair and drives it down on that ankle with every ounce of force she can muster! Paige attempts to scream out, but for now can only suck in the air through her teeth in shock and agony.

Phoenix: Oh, this has gotten way out of hand! Screw the match rules, this competitor's already been eliminated! Someone get Witch Hazel outta here!

Hazel unknowingly takes care of Phoenix's concern herself, dipping down under the ring and digging through the rigging.

Roberts: Oh god, now what? What else could be possibly be of interest down there? Y'know, I think Tommy Young forgot some of his flesh down there, why not check that out, see if it you can fashion that into a nice mask?!
Jeffrey: ... Daaamn, Roberts! Tell us how ya really feel! Holy shit!

Hazel slides back out from beneath the ring with eyes wide and a look of deep focus, staring down intently at a fairly large—roughly 25"—plush unicorn. She turns around and exits the still-raised cell, clutching her soft toy tightly. Back in the ring, The Seryous One has been doing some staring of his own, his eyes never leaving the wounded Paige. A tight expression forms on his face, and he grits his teeth together. Sery spots Hazel's discarded chair laying nearby in his peripheral vision. He scoops it up off the mat and looks it over, lost in thought; in memory. The audience is divided: some fans are encouraging him, others are discouraging. He turns to Brian White, who simply smirks and nods.

Jeffrey: Hey, enough's enough, twerp! The damage has been done!
Phoenix: Potshots aside, I'm inclined to agree with my colleague. Paige is an injured woman and already eliminated from this harrowing contest. This isn't like Sery at all, I don't know what's come over him!

Sery looks almost in a trance as he slowly approaches the Lunar Pilgrim, who is weakly pounding the mat in agony and completely unaware of anyone else. All at once, "Top Gun" Tommy Young is seen sprinting down the ramp! He passes by Hazel, not even noticing her. At this point, she's staring up at the cage itself. Tommy hits the ring and walks right up to Sery, speaking quietly and calmly to him. Sery takes another step toward Paige, but Tommy blocks his way and is clearly heard shouting, "SERY! THIS ISN'T YOU! You know I'm right, just hand me the chair!"  Freight Train stomps over to the two and gets in Tommy's face, addressing him with a few short words. White has a frustrated look on his face. This turns to surprised anger when Tommy gets right back in his mentor's face, declaring loudly, "This is what I'm doing, like it or not!" White thinks a moment and his expression breaks, remaining surprised but lacking the disgruntlement. Sery's face changes as well, bearing a more familiar relaxed expression. He tosses the chair aside and offers his hand to Tommy, who shakes it without hesitation. The spell on the audience members who moments ago were hungry for blood is also broken, and the arena breaks into applause in respect for Tommy and his steadfast sense of morals. Sery raises Tommy's arm as in victory, and the upstart young athlete turns to his mentor. White offers a curt but sincere nod, and the young man kneels down by Paige, communicating with her as best he can. He tries to help her up onto her feet to test the ankle, but she immediately crumbles back down to the mat. Young gestures in the direction of the stage, calling for a stretcher. Soon, a pair of EMTs head down the ramp with a wheeled gurney.

Roberts: Things are not looking good for Paige at this point.
Jeffrey: No kidding. Her ankle may be broken! This sucks.

Tommy aids the paramedics in getting Paige safely out of the ring. He then heads to the barricade to borrow a bottle of water from a generous fan, then cautiously approaches the recovering Tsukiko. He speaks to her to alert her of his presence, then hands the bottle over to her. Tsukiko rinses her eyes and is finally able to see again. Her eyes land on Paige, who's being loaded onto the stretcher. She's about to head that way when Tommy politely tells her it's all being handled and that Paige will be well looked after. He pats on her on the shoulder once, then heads up the ramp with the medical response team to a loud pop.

Phoenix: Hell yes! Now that's something I can fully support, right there. Great tenacity; a cool head; and a fine moral compass. All this on a bright young athlete trying to break into a business he clearly loves. That's what we call gold in the wrestling world, folks!
Jeffrey: Hear, hear.
Roberts: Well said, Scott.

In a jarring moment, the cage is suddenly being lowered back down to the arena floor.

Jeffrey: What the hell's going on?!
Phoenix: All eliminated competitors have exited the ring, so the cell's back down just as it was before. Tsukiko, White and Sery remain: War continues as normal.

This realization dawns on Tsukiko Mizuno, whose gaze hasn't left the stage since Paige was carted off on the gurney. She turns toward Hazel, who's still fixated on the cell. Hazel catches Tsukiko's glare and waves her arm in exaggerated, mocking fashion. Blinking away a tear and taking a very deep breath, Tsukiko turns away and climbs the ring steps up to stand on the apron of her otherwise-vacant ring corner. She stares at her remaining opponents standing in the ring. White surprisingly gestures to Sery and steps out to the apron. Sery waits for Tsukiko to enter. Another deep breath, and she does just that.

Roberts: Well... game on, I guess!

Tsukiko and Sery lock horns in the middle of the ring. A collar-and-elbow tie-up yields a knee to Tsukiko's ribs and a smooth snap suplex from The Seryous One! On the mat, he maintains his hold on Tsukiko and rolls back to a vertical base for another suplex. Tsukiko blocks it, crossing an ankle behind Sery's own. She throws a knee of her own, then offers up a return snap suplex, floating over into a lateral press...

One...

Two...

Kick-out!

Sery clambers back to his feet a second shy of Tsukiko, who steps forward into a hard chop that resonates throughout the arena! A "WOOO" goes up from the crowd. Sery grimaces and brings his arms up to his chest. Tsukiko launches him into the ropes, sailing high for a dropkick. Sery locks his arms around the ropes, and Tsukiko is left to fall to the mat below.

Roberts: More fast-paced cruiserweight action here.
Phoenix: You know, I'm surprised Tsukiko didn't just lie down on the mat and allow herself to be pinned. Or hell, she could've ignored Tommy and went with the EMTs. I give her a good deal of credit for sticking it out, especially with these odds. Call it brave, call it stupid; I, for one, respect it.

The Seryous One hits the ropes and comes back with a swift leg drop. He repeats this maneuver successfully, then picks Tsukiko up by the head. His irish whip is reversed by Tsukiko, finding himself headed towards the ropes instead. Sery leaps along the way and performs a springboard moonsault that Tsukiko narrowly dodges, reacting at the last second. Both Sery and the fans in attendance "ooh" as the air rushes out of him. Tsukiko seizes the moment, pulling Sery to his feet and hooking his arm around his own neck. She bends her stunned opponent over and leaps with her knees tucked tight, bringing him down with a painful cut-throat backstabber. She clambers into a cover and hooks the leg...

One...

Two...

Th—kick-out!

Phoenix: Tsukiko scored a very near fall off the Cut-Lass, but Sery rolled a shoulder out in the nick of time!
Roberts: Nice to see he's as resilient as ever.

The Siren whips Sery into a corner far from his teammate.White simply watches the one-on-one action unfold; he bears an odd, unreadable expression on his face. Sery gets his boots up as Tsukiko charges in, rocking her off-balance. He then hoists himself onto the second turnbuckle and pulls Tsukiko close by the head. Sery locks her into a front facelock, swings out from the corner and spikes Tsukiko's head into the mat with a tornado DDT!

Roberts: This may spell the beginning of the end!

The Seryous One pulls Tsukiko up and hooks on a three-quarter facelock. The crowd is abuzz with anticipation! Sery runs toward the corner, leaps at the buckle for the kick-off and is shoved in mid-air by Tsukiko, sending him crotch-first into the middle turnbuckle! At the commentary desk, Ray Jeffrey wordlessly winces and grits his teeth for the third time tonight. Tsukiko wastes no time, pulling Sery away from the ropes and onto his feet. She scoops him up powerbomb-style, pushing him up over her back and catching him under the arms along the way. Sery is dazed and suspended on his opponent's back with his arms splayed out. Tsukiko lets him fall to the mat as she sits out, catching his legs on the way to plant him with a wicked Gory Bomb! A loud crowd response and a sense of unease...

Phoenix: Poseidon's Trident! Sery is in trouble here!
Jeffrey: Damn right he is! Cover him!

Tsukiko turns Sery over and stacks him up...

One...

Two...

Three!

Sery has been eliminated! The crowd boos loudly.

Jeffrey: Woo! See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya! Thanks for playing, though.
Phoenix: Will you stop that? *short pause* ... Hmm. Thought crossed my mind: it seems odd White didn't interfere, doesn't it?

The Sery fans in the crowd seem to be thinking so, too. All eyes are on Brian White, who's still standing calmly on the apron. He's staring at Tsukiko, who's taking this moment of relative peace to rest up, nursing her aching ribs. She stands at mid-ring with her hands on her hips, catching her breath and staring right back at Freight Train. All eyes go off of the two remaining competitors as Sery finds his feet and approaches White. Freight Train speaks quickly and quietly to Sery, then pats him on the shoulder. The Seryous One looks a bit miffed, but his expression soon relaxes and he rolls to ringside to await the raising of the cell. Crowd focus and camera focus shifts yet again when the forgotten Witch Hazel unexpectedly latches onto the cage wall as it begins to ascend. It settles into place while Sery makes his exit. Meanwhile, Hazel tosses her plushie onto the roof of the cage, then begins to scale the cage wall.

Phoenix: Another thing I can say I've truly never seen during a wrestling bout.
Jeffrey: Well, maybe she wants to make her unicorn fly. I dunno!
Roberts: That would be a pegasus. Unicorns don't have wings.
Jeffrey: ... Shut up, Brony-berts!

Back inside the cell, White briefly chuckles, still staring at Tsukiko. He reaches his arms out wide and brings his hands together, clapping away. It's hard to tell if he's being derisive or sincere—in fact, it may be both. Whit enters the ring and strides over to Tsukiko. The cage surrounding them lowers back onto the floor as Hazel nears the top. Soon, she's making a trek across the roof of the cell with a plushie hugged tight to her sternum. The audience is visibly and audibly perplexed and in awe. Curiosity gets the best of the two remaining competitors and they both look up to see what's going on. White mouths something like, "What the hell?" before they each shift their attention back to the task at hand.

Jeffrey: Not taking anything away from all the incredible competition here tonight... but these two taking their eyes off such a bizarre sight is probably the most impressive move of the night.

In another shocking moment, Brian White offers his hand to shake. Tsukiko's eyes bug out; she raises and eyebrow and looks at him like he's got rabbits breeding on his head. She casually slaps his hand, tag-style, rather than risking having every bone in her hand crushed to dust. She backs away, bouncing on her heels in anticipation. White tells her to chop him with everything she's got. She acquiesces; a deep breath and a short jog later, Tsukiko smacks White's chest with everything she's got. Naturally, a "WOO!" goes up through the crowd. White is barely moved by the strike, but does appear to feel it. Freight Train surveys the crowd, nodding his head as if to say "not bad". Next, he gestures to his outer thigh. Tsukiko takes the hint and fires off a targeted shin kick to the peroneal nerve. White's knee reflexively bends and he winces slightly; a successful hit.

Phoenix: White is being surprisingly... hmm... "kind", I guess? Maybe White takes some pity on Tsukiko?
Jeffrey: Or maybe he;s playing with his food. All I know for sure is, other than Hazel's bizarre presence, things have really slo—

Tsukiko gestures to her sternum.

Jeffrey: Well this should be fine.

As color commentator Ray Jeffrey takes a moment to brace himself, Brian White is asking Tsukiko if she's being serious. She is. White shrugs and chops her with all his mighy. Tsukiko falls back into the ropes and topples to the mat in a heap.

Phoenix: Only predictable thing that's happened in this match.

White picks Tsukiko up and fires her into the ropes. She comes back like a shot and baseball slides through White's legs. He spins around and eats a pair of boots as Tsukiko hits a dropkick right on the chin. Freight Train is momentarily staggered, and he falls to one knee. Tsukiko wastes no time; she fires herself off for the ropes and leaps low with a hard forearm that puts the big man on his back! Tsukiko scrambles into a lateral press, only to be immediately launched away by White! She winds up tumbling through the ropes and nearly hits the floor, but saves herself from a nasty fall with a last-second grab of the middle rope. She pulls herself to her feet on the apron and surveys White; he's in the process of regaining his feet. Tsukiko runs the apron and runs up the nearest turnbuckles. White is up and turns around—THWACK!—a huge Owen Hart-like missile dropkick! White crashes the mat and Tsukiko falls with him, landing awkwardly on her side. Some fans cheer and clap, impressed by the sea witch's aerial tactics. Freight Train is down and motionless; stunned. Tsukiko wearily crawls into a cover...

One... *Tsukiko tries to hook a big tree trunk leg*

Two... *She gets a decent hold of it*

Th—kick-out!

Roberts: Wow! A near-fall if ever there were one!
Jeffrey: Seriously, you can't sell any of these Coven girls short. They're a few cards short of a deck... hell, they are the cards that went rogue in the first place. But they know what they're doing in the ring. And in the case of at least two of them... over it, I guess. *Ray looks up at Hazel*
Phoenix: All jokes aside, I still get goosebumps remembering Paige dangling so high above the ring. Just bone-chilling.

Speaking of Hazel, she's been sitting cross-legged in the the middle of the cell's roof with her plush toy on her lap for a while, seemingly meditating. Now, apparently feeling more centered, she plunks her unicorn plush down onto the cell and lies back. Hazel ultimately turns over onto her front, grabs her plushie and props her elbows across its back, lazily watching the match with her head in her hands.

Jeffrey: Seems normal. Moving on.

Tsukiko gingerly gets up off the mat, nursing her ribs from her fall on the stairs earlier. She's clearly not 100%. White is slow to his feet as well. Tsukiko throws a quick series of shoot kicks to the back of White's knee before he can fully gain his balance. Freight Train leans against the ropes to aid him while the obvious underdog of the match tries to inflict as much damage as possible, throwing all manner of strikes. White takes a deep breath, focuses up and steadies himself on the ropes. Tsukiko's next few blows don't even register in White's mind. Freight Train simply grabs Tsukiko round the waist, hoists her up and drives her into the mat with a massive sidewalk slam! White stomps around the ring and even growls aloud at one point, completely fired up! Every 4CW fanatic in the Verizon Center is going nuts. Freight Train takes position in a far corner, and the place nearly erupts.

Michael Cole James Roberts: What a suplex! What a slam by White! Tsukiko is all but motionless and White is a coiled spring in the corner!
Jeffrey: Ooooooh boy... this is about to get really ugly!
Jerry Lawler Scott Phoenix: If White hits this, Tsukiko Mizuno will be broken in half need that gurney back out here!

Soon enough, Tsukiko groggily finds her feet. White bellows a "WOO! WOO!" and the Universal champ takes off, driving his shoulder directly into the ring post as Tsukiko drops to hands and knees on the mat! A loud "OOH" from the fans, most of whom are on their feet. Above the ring, Hazel cackles and points childishly at the stalled Freight Train.

Jeffrey: No freakin' way!
Phoenix: I'm as stunned as you are, Ray! I thought this match was over for sure!

Brian White's upper body is sandwiched between the top and middle turnbuckle and slumped against the ring post. Beyond that, he's down on his knees. Tsukiko wobbles over to him, grabs him by the legs and pulls with all her might. Eventually, she manages to get the big man laying supine a few feet from the corner she pulled him out of. In a moment similar to what we saw from White just a minute ago, Tsukiko pumps herself up and actually gets some of the crowd behind her. She heads out to the apron and wearily makes her way to the far corner. Gingerly, she ascends to the top turnbuckle, still nursing her ribs. With as deep of a breath as she can manage at this point, Tsukiko steadies herself; launches herself; and dives as far as she can, twisting in mid-air to nail Brian White with a five-star frog splash! Tsukiko bounces forward opponent upon impact, flipping onto her butt and immediately clutching at her suffering abdomen. Another huge pop throughout the arena.

Hazel (from her perch atop the cell): WOOOHOOOHOOO!!!

Hazel does a little dance with her unicorn plushie as her partner.

Phoenix: Tsukiko's Tsunami—with authority! Just about the dumbest move to pull out of the playbook with what are most likely bruised ribs, but dammit that was effective!
Jeffrey: WOOO, baby! I can't believe I'm saying this but she's got this! That's gonna do it right there!

Tsukiko Mizuno musters every last ounce of energy to drape an arm across White's chest. Witch Hazel musters every last ounce of lucidity to pay attention.

One...

Two...

Thr—no!—White wraps his fingers around the bottom rope at the last millisecond!

The ref signals to the crowd to confirm it was not a three-count. Tsukiko is in too much pain to dwell on it, and White is now reaching his arm up to find the middle rope. Slowly, he begins to pull himself up once more.

Roberts: Just heartbreaking for Mizuno. What an effort!

Tsukiko is so out of it, she winds up using Freight Train himself to regain her feet, pulling herself up with his right arm. Woozily, she looks up. It takes a moment and then it dawns on her what's just happened. In a last resort moment, she attempts to stun White with her Siren Song—a typically skull-rattling shriek—but her body just can't muster the strength or the breath. Freight Train simply grabs Tsukiko by the shoulders, steadies her and knees her square in the ribs! Before the siren can crumble, White places her in a standing headscissors; hoists her up high; charges across the ring; and plants her into the canvas with the Train Crash! White maintains his grip for the pin...

One...

Two...

THREE!

The bell rings and Brian White has eliminated the last of Paige's team!

Carson: Here are your winners... "Top Gun" Tommy Young... Sery... and "The Freight Train" Brian White!

Yashin's cover of "Wherever I May Roam" hits the speakers again. The cell raises—Hazel still on top. At this point, she's lying on her back. She begins screaming loudly in short bursts and soon, the music cuts out. White glances up at the bizarre young woman as his hand is raised in victory. In another surprising moment, Brian White helps Tsukiko out of the ring and sends her on her way, but she collapses halfway up the ramp. Freight Train heaves a sigh, shakes his head and walks up to her, a bit wearily himself. Freight Train helps Tsukiko up and soon, they both exit through the curtain.

Roberts: Well, that was one hell of an unusual contest.
Phoenix: No one truly wins in war, heh. Every last competitor came out of this one more than a little worse for wear.
Jeffrey: All but one. Unless you count the emotional element...

As if on cue, Hazel shrieks at the top of her lungs:

HAZEL NEEDS HER SAD SONG!!!

The sombre string-picking and gentle bells of Eliwagar's "Lys i Mørket" take over the speakers. On top of the cell, Hazel falls to her knees, cradling her plushie. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she rocks back and forth, isolated from the world below.

*~*

We return after a short 4CWshop.com ad and cut to a pan of the crowd surrounding the now empty ring area as Phoenix speaks over.

Phoenix: It's been a crazy night ladies and gentlemen! So much brutality! So much action! So much entertainment! As it has been for the whole of 2017 and as we sign out tonight, we're going to countdown to the new year!

The camera focuses on the titantron. It starts counting down, as the crowd all chant along, from ...

10....
9....
8....
7...
6...
5...
4..
3..
2.
1.

HAPPY NEW YEAR
2018

As soon as the new year arrives, a plethora of pyrotechnics erupts from all angle on the stage, around the ring and in the rafters. When it seems like they are coming to a close, a whole new batch starts to erupt. Meanwhile, the camera pans through the celebrating audience and then cuts backstage.

We see all different groups and members of the roster, staff and security celebrating the new year. Senecca rips off the 2017 calender on the wall, and puts up a new 2018 calender, complete with Senecca modelling for 'January' in a leather jacket with the collar pulled up, sunglasses and making gun motions with his hands. The Supergroup are all in a locker room, raving to some club land disc on a boom box. They keep dancing but wincing because of the beating they had earlier - yet it doesn't stop them from celebrating. Myback attempts to join in with the raving but ends up just doing a lame robot that doesn't involve moving his back.

Next, in the parking structure, Paige is seen lying in the back of an ambulance being tended to by an EMT. Her left knee has been draped over a bundle of blanketing, keeping her lower leg slightly elevated. The driver calls back to the EMT, clearly frustrated with being held up.

Driver: Hey, what's the big idea? Where's Anthony? We shoulda been outta here 10 minutes ago!

EMT: He's busy with another girl, checking her over for bruised or cracked ribs.

A moment later, the other EMT appears with Tsukiko at his side, clearly hurting but walking on her own. Paige sees her and smiles.

Paige: Kiko! Come here, you!

Tsukiko gingerly clambers into the back of the ambulance and sits next to Paige, taking her by the hand.

Paige: Happy new year, babe! Also... Freight Train?! What were you thinking?!

Tsukiko chuckles and shrugs.

Tsukiko: I was thinking... kick some ass?

Paige laughs painfully, stopping to wince, sucking air through her teeth in great pain. Tsukiko smiles gently.

Tsukiko: Happy new year to you, too.

And with that, Tsukiko leans down, bringing her face close to Paige. They kiss deeply; passionately.

The second EMT climbs into the back seat as Tsukiko resumes her seat and closes the ambulance door. It drives off through the parking lot.

We cut backstage again and see Phil McGroin and Camera Man having a beer chugging contest. Camera Man looks like he is about to win, when McGroin quickly hits him in the nuts and finishes off his drink first, celebrating his "victory". Then finally, we see Lord Skywolf write in his office, in his personal notebook: "2018 Resolution: Prove MONSTAR juices.". Finally we see one more pan of the crowd as the fireworks come to an end.

Phoenix: Thank you for joining us tonight, and in 2017, for 4CW! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to 2018! Goodnight!!

The camera fades to black and it seems like the end of the broadcast when suddenly we get a cut to a live hospital room. The name on the end of the bed shows it is one Dirk Meyer. The curtains are half-drawn, but you can see a slither of Dirk Meyer, although without the name it would be impossible to tell it was him because of the fact he is completely covered in bandages and not moving. He seems to be in some sort of coma, when suddenly, just before the camera cuts out completely, we see a slight *twitch* in his right hand.

Quick Results:
-Senecca def Dirk Meyer via countout.
-Glock Nine def Rhys Cain in a Wet Bandits Death Match.
-Eddie Wolfbaine def Jacob Scharff.
-Brian White, Tommy Young and Sery def The Coven (Pilgrim Paige, Witch Hazel & Tsukiko) in a WAR match.

Judges:
Rhys

Writing Credit:
Meyer vs Senecca - Rhys
Glock vs Cain - Rhys
Skywolf/MONSTAR segment - Rhys
Scharff interview - Stingmon
Wolfbaine vs Scharff - Rhys
White interview - Gorgrim
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup - Rhys
WAR match - Paige
New Year Outro - Paige for her characters, Rhys for the rest

Review Sheet:

Meyer vs Senecca:
Glock vs Cain:
Skywolf/MONSTAR segment:
Scharff interview:
Wolfbaine vs Scharff:
White interview:
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup:
WAR match:

MVP of the night:
Match of the Night: