4CW Storm Front - February 4th, 2018

4CW Presents... Storm Front
Feb 4th, 2018
Live from the United Center - Chicago, Illinois
Att: 22,457

"Vertigo" by Eclipse plays over the usual opening video package, highlighting the champions Eddie Wolfbaine, Brian White and Pilgrim Paige - as well as a plethora of other stars in the forms of Witch Hazel, Phil McGroin, Supreme/Reamer, Rhys Cain, Tsukiko, Sery and more. Then we cut to the virtually sold out United Center, and pan over the hyped crowd.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 4CW's first 2018 show - welcome to 4CW Storm Front! We are just a few short months away from Revival XII, and tonight we find out which two competitors will be main eventing the show!
Roberts: That's right! We know Eddie Wolfbaine will be the champion going in, but his challenger could be one of any four men!
Jeffrey: Let's not forget Wolfbaine is in action tonight against Glock Nine and a victory for Glock could throw him into the mix too!
Phoenix: It's shaping up to be a completely unpredictable night! Live here tonight, in Chicago, Illinois!

"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system and a big pop from the crowd coincides with The Bruiser stepping out on to the stage. He looks a little worse for wear and is noticeably limping slightly, but he marches down to the ring regardless.

Carson: Please welcome, on his way to the ring, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS ... CAIN!

Cain slaps a few hands of a few fans but he is clearly distracted tonight, a simmering frustration visible in his eyes. He rolls into the ring and foregoes his usual turnbuckle antics to reach for a mic at ringside immediately. The crowd quieten down with respect for the 4CW Hall of Famer.

Cain: 2017 was an up and down year for me. I came into the year 4CW World Champion, top of the shop, and it was a rollercoaster of ups and downs from there. Naturally, I was going to use the 13 Ghosts Gauntlet as an opportunity to reclaim the World Title for a third time, but thanks to Glock Nine, that didn't happen. Reamer was somewhat to blame too, but I was willing to let it slide with him if he stayed out of my way - Dammit, I told him to stay out of my way - but he just couldn't help himself!

Cain takes a moment to recollect himself while the crowd boo collectively for Glock and Reamer.

Cain: I decided I had to deal with Glock Nine. I accepted that stupid match stipulation that his little dickhead friend Victor Venom demanded, and I even spoke to Skywolf to make sure the Alone Home wasn't an inside job by Glock and Venom - and yet still, I wasn't able to come out with the win - because Reamer decided to make things personal between me and him, when he smashed me in the face with a snow shovel!

More boos, as Cain looks directly into the camera.

Cain: Oh Supreme, Reamer, whatever you call yourself, you are one dumb son of a bitch!

The crowd pop in laughter but Cain isn't laughing. He stares into the camera.

Cain: Reamer, if you've got any balls, you'll come out... RIGHT HERE... RIGHT NOW.... and face me LIKE A MAN... so I can beat the shit out of you!!

Cain drops the mic, turns to the stage and beckons Reamer to come and face him. The crowd are going beserk at this point in anticipation of Reamer's arrive. Unfortunately, the titantron flickers, and Lord Skywolf pops up, and the crowd boo for the non-appearance of Reamer.

Skywolf: Listen, Cain. This split personality shit is weird, I know - but I've had Sup-- I mean, Reamer's lawyers up my ass, and to cut a long story short, for all intents and purposes, Supreme and Reamer are two different people.

Skywolf frowns in embarrassment.

Skywolf: Essentially, we have to treat them as seperate members of the roster and so you can't fight Reamer tonight because he isn't here... *sigh* .... Supreme is... and apparently Supreme doesn't have a problem with you. Seems quite fond of you honestly. So I decided, mainly for my own entertainment, that tonight, you will not face Reamer but instead you will TEAM UP with Supreme! So, good luck with that.

Skywolf disappears and Cain looks confused and annoyed in the ring. He stares at the crowd for a few moments like "Did that really just happen?" then decides to leave the ring to prepare for his match later tonight.

Phoenix: Well, that's a ... creative choice by Skywolf, but honestly, I can't see it ending well!
Roberts: Well, you heard what he said. *smirks* Supreme has no problem with Cain, just Reamer!

John Cleese: And now for something completely different...

The arena lights go out as Lycia's gothic dirge "Baltica" begins. Bluish-white spotlights dance about the stage. A pair of silvery, cat-like eyes appear on the 4CWTron. Suddenly, it malfunctions, glitching into broken images and then freezing. The lights, tron and music all cut out at once. Dancing, colorful spotlights illuminate the stage as the jumbotron restarts. Brightly-lit carnival rides and colorful game stalls are displayed for a few moments. Suddenly, the imagery switches out to show eerie, abandoned amusement parks under dark, foreboding skies. The imagery fades to black, and those silvery eyes reappear on the screen. "Inked in Blood" by Sigh kicks in, sounding like some kind of carnival theme gone horribly wrong! Low-key lighting overtakes the arena as Witch Hazel darts out from behind the curtain. The crowd isn't quite sure how to react, bringing out a mixed response. Nonetheless, the fans are abuzz as she takes a quick look around and then charges to the top of the ramp. Hazel bends low and starts to windmill her silver hair around like mad!

Carson: Making her way to the ring, from both everywhere... and nooowheeere... weighing in at 128 pounds... WITCH! ... HAAAZELLL!

Jeffrey: Woo-hoo! Boy, do I love me some Hazel. Things are about to get a little nuts in this place, fellas.
Roberts: I'll say this much: until recent events, Witch Hazel was a wild and weird force in The Coven. In the wake of the War match, we're beginning to seeing a completely unpredictable and bizarre personality come to light.
Phoenix: War was no doubt a brutal match, with a similarly devastating outcome for the Custom Cup Champion, Pilgrim Paige, who is currently out of action due to injury. The 4CW universe is abuzz with questions surrounding Hazel's motivations. I don't know when we'll get answers, but we will get some intense singles action as Tsukiko Mizuno takes on her former friend.

Hazel throws her head back and laughs, then takes a few steps to her right, standing near the edge of the ramp. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the ring. The silver-haired sorceress bolts toward the barricade—leaps—and proceeds to run the length of the barrier all the way down to ringside! At the end of her daring sprint, Hazel jumps down to the floor and slides into the ring. She looks upon the sea of people, then climbs the near turnbuckles and gets to windmilling again. When she backflips off the second rope and hits the mat, a burst of silver pyro shoots up from all four ring posts. Hazel gazes about once more with her intense, lustrous eyes. The arena lights return to normal as she picks a corner to stand in, coiled and ready to strike.

The lights go out again, briefly this time, until a blue floodlight illuminates the area directly below the tron. Doom:VS' "Oceans of Despair" begins to roar from the PAs. Again, the 4CW fanatics in attendance are rather mixed. A few moments later, a waterfall of blue and green sparks begins to rain down from above the stage entrance. Behind the curtain of sparks, glimpses can be seen of a tall woman standing perfectly still. She then begins to step slowly forward, serenely passing through the pyrotechnical waterfall. Tsukiko Mizuno is unflinching as she does this.

Phoenix: Both Tsukiko and Paige felt Hazel's wrath at War. Paige took the worst of it, though it all began with Hazel attacking Tsukiko. No doubt in my mind she's looking for vengeance tonight.

The 4CWTron shows various stylized scenes of Tsukiko: dancing in the rain; staring out over the ocean from a rocky outcrop near the shoreline; and roasting marshmallows in Paige's fire pit, etc. Dark blue lighting overtakes the entire arena as Tsukiko strides to the top of the ramp. She ignores the audience, looking only at Hazel, who has taken it upon herself to retrieve a microphone. Tsukiko begins to walk down the ramp.

Carson: Making her way to the ring—

Hazel: Tsukiko the Traitor.

The usual lights go back up as the fans "ooh". Tsukiko quickens her pace and soon slides into the ring. She rises up and awaits Hazel to meet her at mid-ring. Taking her sweet time, Hazel pulls herself up using the ropes and stomps over to Tsukiko, getting right up in her face. Each woman's body language and facial expression is vastly different. Tsukiko is a ball of tension from head to toe, with a tight, frustrated expression on her face. Hazel is about as casual as can be, with a wholly neutral facial expression. The eyes, however, tell different stories. Tsukiko's appear mournful; they dart around, seemingly searching Hazel's face for something. The skin around her eyes is a bit puffy as well. It gives the general impression of someone who is wounded and weary. On the other hand, Hazel's eyes are open wide; a bit mad-looking, yes, but shocked as well. They seem to tell of a troubled person who's compensating for lack of sleep; similar to Tsukiko's, but from a different angle. Tsukiko leans into the mic.

Tsukiko: Hazel, I—

Hazel: Don't! Don't; just don't even speak my name! No more. Your words. Your LIES. No more talk. *her voice lowers* Hazel wouldn't listen before. Hazel will not listen now.

Phoenix: Tension is ratcheting up quickly.
Jeffrey: I'll say! What the hell happened between these two?!

Tsukiko thinks to herself for a long moment.

Tsukiko: This is it, then. This is how it has to be.

Hazel cackles, looking first to the crowd, then to Tsukiko. She gestures at her ring gear, then Tsukiko's, bearing an odd grin all the while. She looks into Tsukiko's eyes.

Hazel: When words fail...

Something changes in Hazel's eyes for a brief moment before the hedge witch swings the microphone straight for Tsukiko's head. That one short second of seeing Hazel's eyes turn cold is just enough of a telegraph for The Siren to duck under the overhead swing headed her way. Tsukiko follows through on her movement, all the way to the ropes. She rebounds off and comes back fast as Hazel turns, taking her down with a cross body block. The microphone goes flying on impact, ending up on the arena floor. The ref calls for the bell and this match is officially underway!

Roberts: This one won't be pretty!

Tsukiko stays on top and grabs the silver-haired sorceress by the hair. She draws her free arm back, but hesitates to strike for a long moment. Hazel laughs in her face and Tsukiko's hesitation gives way: she unloads with repeated open-hand shots to Hazel's forehead. Maintaining her grip, Tsukiko pulls Hazel up into a seated position. Tsukiko rises up onto her knees and from this position, releases her hold and drives a vicious double axe handle into Hazel's chest! The move knocks Hazel back down on the mat, but Tsukiko pulls Hazel up by the hair again, keeping a grip on it with her left hand. With the other, she delivers a hard knife edge chop. The Chicago crowd gives a loud "WOOO" in response. Hazel slumps back while the ref is counting away, but Tsukiko won't let go of her opponent's hair. The ref elects to stop his count, tapping Tsukiko on the arm, shouting "Break it up, break it up!"  Tsukiko does so, looking a bit disappointed she didn't get to throw more chops. Hazel is stupefied; her eyes unfocused. She blinks rapidly and shakes her head, trying to regain what little sense she had to begin.

Roberts: What'd I say?
Jeffrey: Not a clue. I kinda drift in and out.
Roberts: ... well, I said this one wasn't gonn—
Jeffrey: Shhh! Sh, sh... shuuush! *sigh* Don't make me say it, James. I've been almostnot hating you lately.

Tsukiko gets Hazel up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Hazel baseball slides under Tsukiko's legs, popping up behind her. The Siren turns around and WHAP!—a very hard slap to the face, courtesy of an especially pissed-off Witch Hazel. Tsukiko staggers, but doesn't fall. Watching her ex-best friend wobble about, Hazel shakes her head sadly, struggling with something; much like her old friend did just a minute ago. The moment passes more quickly, however, and her head-shaking becomes more volatile: a bit of cobweb removal, perhaps. During these few seconds, Tsukiko ends up facing the wrong way, which Hazel takes advantage of by blatantly dragging her nails down Tsukiko's shoulders! She quickly follows up with a dropkick that sends Tsukiko tumbling into the ropes, ending up draped across the middle one. The ref steps up to admonish Witch Hazel, getting up in her face about it. He quickly regrets this poor life decision as she turns, stares deep into his eyes and whips her tongue over his nose. He swiftly retreats: good life decision.

Phoenix: Well... that happened.
*Jeffrey appears to be dabbing sweat from his brow*
Jeffrey: Man oh man. She could stroll over here and lick literally any part of me she w—
Phoenix: RAY!

Hazel steps out through the ropes, returning to her prey. She impressively performs a cartwheel on the narrow apron, bringing a leg down on the back of Tsukiko's head and landing on her feet at ringside. Some appreciation from the audience follows. Tsukiko remains slumped over the middle rope, dazed. Hazel slaps her once more for good measure, knocking the stunned sea witch away.

Roberts: And again, the move that turned to the tides on Tsukiko—pardon the pun.
*Jeffrey's eye twitches slightly*
Phoenix: Sometimes, that's all it takes—one hard shot and everything shifts in your favor. And it's been nothing but hard shots in this match! Goodness, it's been stiff straight through.
Jeffrey: Yes it has!
Phoenix: RAY!

Tsukiko is down on all fours, crawling toward the nearest corner. Hazel slides in as her opponent finally finds her feet again. She wastes no time, throwing a succession of rapid forearm shots. Tsukiko, clearly off-balance, responds by aggressively shoving her aggressor away. Unfazed, the unhinged hedge witch is instantly on the attack again, delivering a mix of chops and kicks. Tsukiko digs deep, grabs the ropes and manages a return shot, driving the toe of her boot into Hazel's solar plexus. Hazel staggers back, creating another opening; longer this time. Tsukiko leaps forward for a targeted front dropkick to the abdomen, but Hazel backs away at the last second and catches both legs. She turns 360 degrees, dragging her grounded opponent along with her. With a smirk, the silver-haired sorceress sets Tsukiko and catapults her straight into the top turnbuckle! Hazel turns over and begins to stand back up as Tsukiko stumbles backward out of the corner and nails Hazel in the back of the head with a Pelé kick out of nowhere! Both women are down! The referee starts his count as the United Center crowd makes some noise!

Roberts: Wow. What do you even say to that? To call this match "hard-hitting" would be redundant at this point!
Phoenix: Can't help wonder all the while what the real story is with these girls. I mean, this "Witch Hazel" girl seems... well, let's say "unbalanced", fine; but if there's one thing I've consistently seen in her since day one, it's loyalty. Something snapped—but is it really just Hazel herself?

The ref's count stops at 6 as both women return to their feet: Hazel slowly gets up on her own, while Tsukiko uses the ropes for assistance. Tsukiko darts forward, swinging and missing a lariat as Hazel performs a matrix evasion. Hazel then rises up from the mat, turns to face the salty siren and hooks her up in an inverted facelock, looking for her DDT. Tsukiko musters her wits and strength, mule kicks Hazel in the shin and twists round, placing herself into a front facelock under her opponent's arm. With a shout of effort, Tsukiko Mizuno wraps her arms around Hazel's waist and plants her hard into the mat with a bridging northern lights suplex!

One...

Two...

Th—kick-out!

Phoenix: Mizuno dug down deep and scored herself a very near-fall on that exchange!

Both women are slow to recover, leading to the ref commencing another 10-count. This time, both women are up at 3 and in unusual fashion—they each kip up off the mat, facing away from each other in the wake of the near-fall. They share another same-thinking moment when both Tsukiko and Hazel attempt to surprise one another by spinning round into backhand chops, but cancel each other out, with each forearm arm painfully blocking the other. Tsukiko gets a grip on Hazel's arm and sends her into the ropes. On the rebound, Hazel ducks a clothesline. She continues to follow through off the opposite rope full-tilt, craftily evading Tsukiko's intended back body drop by cartwheeling over The Siren's back. Hazel follows up quick with a clubbing blow to the small of Tsukiko's back, then plants her into the mat with a falling reverse DDT to a crowd pop! Foregoing the pinning opportunity, Witch Hazel stays low and grabs Tsukiko's hair for leverage in delivering rapid bursts of short-range headbutts to Tsukiko's own forehead. She nearly ends up getting DQed, but apparently grows dizzy, then rolls away to recover at the count of 4 and a half. The fans are a bit thrown by Hazel's reckless self-abandon; but entertained as well.

Roberts: Y'know, for someone on the warpath tonight, Hazel has an awfully zigzag marching formation.
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! There, I said it. As usual, you just don't know a good thing when you see it. You see it, don'tcha Scott?
Phoenix: Well, there is something to be said for having a good head on one's shoulders.
Jeffrey: Yeah, there is—and Hazel just used hers repeatedly. See, James? Scott gets it!

Hazel is up first, then Tsukiko. They stand at center ring, both slightly off-balance and unfocused. A few deep breaths and perhaps deep thoughts later, the two are not only steady, but a mere foot away from one another. The eyes and faces are telling new stories now. Tsukiko still looks pained, but pissed off as well. Hazel's face is a mask of pure anger. The silent tension breaks when Tsukiko throws another lightning-quick shoot kick—this one seemingly intended for Hazel's peroneal nerve—but finds her leg trapped and neck throttled by her enraged ex-friend. Hazel releases the leg and sweeps it, sending Tsukiko to the mat with a chokehold STO. Hazel backs away while Tsukiko scramble to her feet, intercepting her efforts with a running, spinning facebuster, driving The Siren face-first into the mat! On her knees, Hazel maintains her grip on Tsukiko's head and decides to slam it into the mat over and over, totalling about 5 or 6 repetitions at a rapid pace. Tsukiko slowly turns onto her side, looking worse for wear. The ref is on Hazel's case, but she's clearly not hearing a single word. She sets herself to task, heading to ringside and retrieving her lost microphone. She gives it a rap with her knuckles to see if it's live. It is. She rolls back into the ring, staring down at her once friend, who is barely moving on the canvas. Hazel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, appearing unusually calm afterward; her face is a picture of serenity. In contrast, she kicks Tsukiko in the gut as she tries to crawl through the ropes.

Hazel: Well, Kiko... this sure has been therapeutic, hasn't it?

Tsukiko makes a second slow trek toward the ropes, crawling on hands and knees. Hazel watches on, looking slightly amused.

Hazel: No? Too bad. So sad. It has been for me, dear. At least there's that much.

She takes another breath, then "helpfully" pushes Tsukiko towards the ropes by using the sole of her boot to push the dazed woman further away from her. Next, Hazel turns her attention to the crowd.

Hazel: Now... before her best friend travels away to la-la land, Hazel has a story she wants to tell. Once upon a time, Hazel's best friend started SLIPPING MEDS INTO HER MEALS! DAMMIT, TSUKIKO! ... *with another deep breath, Hazel appears lucid once more* ... You were my best friend, Kiko. How could you?

Jeffrey: Damn.

A series of gasps and "oohs" quickly give way to loud booing from the Chicago crowd. Wounded and weary, Tsukiko sits with her back against the ropes, slowly raising her head to meet Hazel's eyes. Her own have become watery, threatening to spill over with tears at any moment. In contrast, she indistinctly shouts something about Paige. Hazel laughs derisively.

Hazel: What did you want to say just now, love?

The Siren, nursing her ribs, looks up at Hazel in anger. Hazel ignores this.

Hazel: Oh, that's right. Thank you, dear—I almost forgot to mention that part. The part where Paige knew what you were doing the whole while. And that is the end of storytime, my lovelies.

*Her voice becomes quiet; it takes on a darker tone.*

Hazel: So. Says. Hazel.

And with that, Hazel flings the mic aside and dives onto Tsukiko, immediately launching into a fit of slapping, clawing and even shaking Tsukiko about at one point, during which Tsukiko's head weakly lolls about like a rag doll's. Tsukiko tries to cover up in defense against Hazel's strikes, but between being worn down and how incredibly unpredictable the attacks are, she doesn't fare too well.

Roberts: Good god, this is madness!
Phoenix: Witch Hazel has completely snapped!

Yet again, the referee makes the mistake of getting on Hazel's case again, only this time the consequence is greater: she spits a mist of Brain Fog into his face and eyes, sending him reeling sightlessly away. He throws blind haymakers as the Brain Fog takes effect; eventually, he blindly tumbles out through the ropes and hits the floor hard.

Jeffrey: Well, you don't see that every day.
Roberts: I get the feeling we're gonna be saying that a lot when Hazel's around.

Back in the ring, Hazel pulls her ex-BFF up onto her feet. A smattering of "oohs" and gasps sound out in the United Center as they survey the damage done to Tsukiko Mizuno. Her cheeks, nose, chest and shoulders bear innumerable scrapes and scratches; the latter of which are bloody, in some cases. Of particular note, her right arm is covered in slowly drying streaks of blood, originating from her lacerations on her shoulders. The streaks end just above her elbows. Hazel smirks, apparently pleased with her handiwork. Soon, a new referee runs down the ramp to take over for the other.

Phoenix: This match—presuming it still is a match—is looking like a horror movie at this point. A strange mist that affects behaviour; Tsukiko Mizuno looking like she's just survived a zombie attack; ... and I don't think I need to explain who the escaped maniac is in this scenario.
Roberts: Didn't know you were into horror films, Scott.
Phoenix: I like 'em fine when they're done right. ... Boy, even commentary's took a turn for the weird, huh?
Scooby Ray Jeffrey: Ruh-roh! No more than usual.
Shaggy James Roberts: You said it, Scoobs! I dunno. Something seems off.

Hazel spins Tsukiko around, hooks both arms and turns around 180 degrees with her, ending up in front of her. From here, Hazel pulls back on Tsukiko's arms and leaps, falling forward to plant The Siren's face into the canvas with her take on the Killswitch! Tsukiko is motionless on the mat!

Phoenix: Nilswitch! Tsukiko is out!

Hazel shoots the half...

One...

Two...

Three!

The bells rings, and this unusual contest is over.

Carson: Here is your winner... WITCH... HAAAZELLL!

"Inked in Blood" kicks in over the speakers. The second ref heads toward Hazel to raise her hand out of sheer habit, but thinks better of it. The referee at ringside is back on his feet at this point, scratching his head in wondering how the hell he got outside the ring in the first place.

Roberts: Well, that was bizarre.
Jeffrey: Yeeep. Frankly, I'm slightly less turned on at this point. Slightly.
Roberts: Ugh.
Phoenix: Witch Hazel is victorious, but I think the much bigger story here is the revelation about her actions at War. Many folks, myself included, thought it was a betrayal on Hazel's part. But according to Hazel, Tsukiko went behind her back and took it upon herself to covertly get Hazel back on her medication, which one can surmise she'd been neglecting. Can't say I agree with Hazel's actions, but at least we've got some clarity as to what brought them on.

Hazel finds her mic for a third time. She taps it, only to find it dead. One brave ringside attendant brings her a new one. She snatches it from his hands and rolls back into the ring. She walks over and takes a seat next to Tsukiko, who is still lying unconscious on the mat. Hazel's expression becomes sorrowful, and her shoulders slump slightly. Hazel then crosses her legs and drags Tsukiko closer to her. Soon, Tsukiko's head is resting over Hazel's thigh. The silver-haired sorceress raises her raises the mic to her rouged-up lips.

Hazel: HAZEL NEEDS HER SAD SONG!

Eliwagar's "Lys i Mørket" hits the speakers and soon, Hazel begins to sob; all the while, she strokes Tsukiko's long blue locks for comfort.

Tears fall into Tsukiko's hair as we go backstage to the shittiest locker room in the arena. Zak E Justice is rambling on the phone, while Nik Waverly, Carlos Starr and Myback are all sitting across various benches. Myback has a heatpad pressed against his lower back.

Justice: - Yeah, bro, the show has started, where are you? Huh, so you saw us on the show last month. Wanted a preview of the journey you were about to take, huh, bro?

Justice's face turns from lighthearted to frowning.

Justice: What do you mean, we sucked? Bro? Wait, wait, wait ... you have to come! DUDE! You were our big reveal!

The others turn their heads towards the now frantic Justice.

Justice: Just come down and - bro? BRO?!!

Justice throws the phone across the locker room in frustration. Myback jumps in surprise and immediately groans as he seems to pull something in his back.

Waverly: What's up, bro?
Justice: It's bad news, bro... he's not coming.
Waverly: But - he was the big reveal!
Justice: That's what I said.

Justice sighs and sits down next to Waverly. Starr calls over.

Starr: So what do we do now?

Justice shrugs.

Justice: If greatness won't come to us, we'll just have to go find it.

In his office, General Manager Lord Skywolf is seen sitting at his desk, speaking in hushed tones with a young janitor. He nods his head, half-listening to the man's story. Skywolf has already heard all that he wanted to hear. Suddenly, he speaks up:

Skywolf: Why the hell are we whispering?
The man shrugs.
An avatar of the state of the US economy Janitor: Dramatic effect so the reader knows you're getting info, but not what that info is. ... I dunno.

Skywolf shifts some papers around on his desk. Apparently not finding what he needs, he tries a desk drawer. Tossing aside some crumpled-up former paper planes and cups, he pulls out a few sheets of document paper and neatly folds each one on his desk. Then he grabs them in a bunch, haphazardly stuffs them into the breast pocket of his jacket—thus undoing all his folding work—and heads for the door. He storms out of the office and starts down the hall, but our perspective still lingers on the janitor. He gawks at a small calendar on a cluttered cork bulletin board, observing the circled date curiously.

Janitor: Today's not the 6th...

Soon, we rejoin Lord Skywolf as he stomps his way along a hallway lined with a handful of dressing rooms. He picks one at random, and raps on the door with his knuckles. A moment passes, then the door swings open. A blinged-up Nik Waverly appears, leaning awkwardly against the door frame.

Waverly: Brooo!
Skywolf's eye twitches slightly.
Skywolf: That's "Boss Bro" to you. And why the hell are you standing like that? Are you trying to look cool, or are you about to tip over with the weight of your chains?
Zak E. Justice's head pops into view over Waverly's shoulder.
Justice: SUP, BRO?!
Skywolf's ear twitches slightly.
Skywolf: Okay—you're at a solid eleven at present. Wanna turn it down to 'bout zero, guy?

An awkward moment passes, then Skywolf jumps back as Carlos Starr's head suddenly peeks out from behind the door as well. He, too, greets the GM with the Supergroup's patented brand of idiocy.

Skywolf: Dammit! Pull this crap again and I'm gonna have to start myself a game of Whack-a-Bro.
Skywolf stands on his tip-toes and cranes his neck for a second, attempting to see inside the room past Waverly and his cohorts. He calls toward the back of the room:
Skywolf: Don't get up on my account, Myback! But maybe one of you bros heard something about where MONSTAR's gonna be in 5 minutes?

Myback calls out , "Nope!" The three visible men look to one another, then turn to Wolfie; all three shake their heads with no uncertainty. This gesture mixes poorly with Waverly's uncountable gold chains, resulting in him awkwardly crashing to the floor while knocking his bros down with him.. To Skywolf's surprise, the sound of the impact is quite muffled. He looks down upon the tangled heap of bling and bodies, finding the reason for the dampened sound in the process: the Supergroup's locker room floor is covered with seemingly endless heating pads. Skywolf raises an eyebrow, offers an awkward, "Thanks, anyway!" and swiftly closes the Supergroup's door.

Skywolf next bangs his fist on the adjacent door. Receiving no reply, he grows restless and checks the door—unlocked. He takes a peek inside. Rhys Cain is sitting on a leather sofa with an mp3 player beside him. He doesn't even notice the open door—he just keeps drumming away on his knees and headbanging with his earphones in, an intense expression on his face. Wolfie simply exits, leaving Cain to it.

Turning away from the door, some movement at the far end of the hall catches his eye. A young room service attendant walks up near to Skywolf, pushing a fancy food cart along and muttering to himself.

Attendant: Dammit, Tiffany! *sigh* Where's she gone off to, anyway?

Skywolf turns his attention back to the task at hand, knocking on the door opposite the Supergroup's. He takes a moment to actually read the nameplate this time. He barely has time to finish facepalming when the door opens. Skywolf's eyes seem to pop out of his skull for a moment.

Hei! Mukava tavata—nice to see you, boss!

Hazel stands in the doorway with damp hair and a big smirk on her face, clearly enjoying herself as she lays it on thick with her Finnish accent. Also of note is that she's wearing a fuzzy pink robe that's just a bit too short for her. Skywolf looks her up and down—lingering a moment on the down bit—and returns his gaze to her chest face.

Skywolf: Uhhh...
Hazel: May I help you?

As she asks this, an attractive young woman with disheveled hair appears from inside the room, adjusting her pants and buttoning her white blouse. She waves casually to Skywolf, then turns Hazel; her cheeks grow a bit red. Hazel brushes the hair back from the woman's neck, runs her tongue along it, and switches her attention back to Skywolf when done.

Skywolf: Uhhh...

The girl moseys on down the hall toward him, still buttoning her blouse. She soon passes by her co-worker and tells him she'll be a few minutes longer. He takes a deep breath, then knocks on Brian White's locker room door. Skywolf leaves Hazel to her own unusual devices and joins the server in waiting for Brian White or Tommy Young to respond. A few moments pass, then the door is answered. White glances at the food cart, then eyeballs Skywolf himself and finally, the frightened-looking attendant. White grunts in his general direction.

White: Took you long enough!

And with that, the room service attendant backs slowly away, then takes off down the hall, abandoning the cart and lamenting the fact he's not even getting paid right now, but is rather simply covering for his promiscuous co-worker. White takes a few steps out into the hall, looking quite amused as he watches the young man run away. Standing in the hallway, Skywolf can hear a pivotal scene in Top Gun playing on a TV somewhere in White's locker room. Behind him, there is only minimal lighting in the room.

Skywolf: Sorry to trouble you, big guy, but have you seen or—
White: TOMMY! Get your ass out here and bring this cart in, would you?
*Tommy Young enters the hallway to retrieve the food cart, greeting Skywolf in the process. He seems to be having some trouble with the cart.*
White: Hmphf. Go ahead, then; wheel it in! Haven't got all day.
*With some effort, Young slowly wheels the cart into the room and shuts the door behind him.
White: Sorry. You were saying?
Skywolf: Have you seen or heard anything suspicious from or about MONSTAR tonight? He's supposed to be making some manner of "arrangement" in one of the rooms around here any minute now. So... any leads?
White: Nah; not a thing, buddy. Tommy's in, too, if you really want to ask; but he'll only tell ya the same.
Skywolf: Dammit.
*A door is heard slamming shut somewhere nearby, followed by a loud bang.*
Skywolf: Well, I think that's my cue. Good luck tonight.

White gives a curt nod in return and with that, Skywolf takes off down the hall. Behind him, Freight Train grabs the door handle to head in and enjoy his room service delivery, only to find it locked. He bangs on the door and hollers Tommy's name, receiving no reply. He puts his ear to the door, listening in. Top Gun is still playing on the flatscreen, but just as White is about to take his ear away from the door and chide Tommy for pulling such a dumb stunt in locking him out, a woman's voice catches his ear, growing more clear as she approaches the door. White backs up a few steps as the door is unlocked, opened and closed behind her. An all-too-familiar face greets him with with a big, dumb grin plastered over it. She carries a comically large bowl of popcorn.

Hazel:  *with a mouthful of popcorn* Mmphf! Sho good! *she swallows* Want some popcorn, Mr. Monorail?
White glowers at the seemingly oblivious young woman standing before him in her fluffy, too-short pink robe. His expression falters for a split second. It resets, and he clears his throat before speaking again.
White: It's "Freight Train". And that's my popcorn. And what's more, you've just come strolling out of my room. How the hell did you get into my room, thief?! What's the meaning of all this?

Hazel smiles as innocently as she can manage and shrugs her shoulders. She speaks matter-of-factly.

Hazel: Well, mister big scary freight train, scared the room service away. So Hazel had to take the job for herself! Food carts aren't as fun to ride in as Hazel hoped...

White blinks stupidly, staring at the witchy popcorn thief like she has a bubbling cauldron on her head. His eye twitches for a moment, then he sighs and snatches the massive bowl of popcorn out of Hazel's slender hands. To his complete surprise, she immediately begins whimpering like a small child. Sniffling, she speaks quietly; her head bowed.

Hazel: Please let Hazel have some popcorn, Mr. Monorail! You have a whole cartload of yummy food and Hazel has none!
*She gives him the puppy dog eyes. Brain White sighs heavily, then roughly shoves the bowl against her stomach.*
White: Fine, just take it. Now piss off, will ya?
*Hazel raises her head and beams up at the big man. Her face changes completely, and she speaks in her familiar tone and mild accent. She skillfully tosses a single popped kernel into her mouth and winks at Freight Train.*
Hazel: Thank you kindly, dear.

She passes by Brian White and saunters along in her short robe, opening her door and heading inside. White can't help but watch her go. He speaks up a last time.

White: Bit of advice, witchy: next time you pull puppy dog eyes on someone, take the contacts out. It's fucking weird...

Hazel gives a brief "thumbs up" gesture without turning round, and kicks her door closed. White mutters to himself as he turns away.

White: Creepy bitch.

White returns to his room and plunks down next to Tommy Young, letting out a final exasperated exhale.

Young: Didn't get the popcorn back by any chance, did you?
White: No. Swayed me on the matter of room service. Tricky one, she is.

Tommy takes his eyes off the screen, looking over at Freight train. White feels his eyes on him but continues to watch the screen.

White: Come on, then. Out with it.
*Tommy chuckles.*
Young: You're not getting soft on me, eh, Bri?

Brian White smacks him in the shoulder, pulling the punch slightly like you would with a sibling. The next sound out of Tommy Young's mouth is the sucking of air through his teeth as he grimaces in sharp—but momentary—pain. White looks over, observing the results of his handiwork. He smirks, pleased as punch.

White: Say that again and the next one's for real.

Something on Tommy's shirt collar catches his eye. Looking closer, there's more wine-red lipstick on Tommy Young's neck than on Hazel's lips when last White saw her.

White: And what's this then, Tommy, hmm? I wonder how she got out of here with the bowl in tow to begin with...
*Tommy shifts uncomfortably in his seat.*
Young: *ahem* Hazel made some very... very persuasive arguments.
White: Did she, now?

Skywolf seems to be making his way through a dusty, cluttered storage room, heading towards the back. He passes through a narrow aisle of tall shelving, narrowly avoiding tripping over a small crate in the process. He then catches a glance of an obscenely large man in the very back of the room, standing beside a rear exit. Skywolf steps back and presses himself up against the shelving, hidden.The door opens as an elderly man approaches with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He wears an old baseball cap and has roughly the look of Mickey from the Rocky films. More to the point, he's carrying a small brown parcel covered in soot (for some reason). He hands it over.

Man: Here it is, safe and sound, just as you asked.
MONSTAR: Thanks a lot. This will go a long way to help me out.

The man simply tips the bib of his cap and leaves the way he came. MONSTAR shuts the door and sizes up the package. Skywolf steps out from behind the shelf.

MONSTAR: Boss. What are you doing here?
Skywolf: I was about to ask the same thing! What do you have there, MONSTAR?
MONSTAR: It's a gift.
Skywolf: A gift? I'll bet. I know exactly what kind of "gift" is in that package. "Long way to help me out"? Cut the crap! I know you're juicing! Open that box right this instant.

MONSTAR sighs wearily and tries to undo the ribbon bow keeping the parcel's lid held shut, but his massive fingers can't get at it properly.

MONSTAR: A little help, boss?

The GM takes care of the bow while MONSTAR keeps hold of the box. Skywolf flings the ribbon away and opens the lid to reveal...

Skywolf: Elbow pads. Just... pairs and pairs of elbow pads.
MONSTAR: Yeah. They mean a lot to me.

Skywolf blinks and sets the lid back in place. He folds his arms, taking a moment to think; wracking his brain for some way to turn this around. He observes the soot all over the parcel, then looks at MONSTAR.

Skywolf: What kinda crap are you trying to pull here, anyway? There's gotta be something more to this.

He brushes some soot off the lid to reveal "ROID" written in all caps. His eyes bug out like he's found the Holy Grail.

Skywolf: THERE! THERE IT IS! What's this, hmm? Your supplier? I bet the ring gear is just your cover. If I pull them all out am I gonna find a bunch of vials hidden under those elbow pads, MONSTAR?!

MONSTAR remains as stoic as ever. He calmly brushes away the rest of the soot from the lid with a big bear paw-like hand. The word written on the lid now says, "ROIDER".

MONSTAR: There. You see?
Skywolf: See what? Still looking guilty as sin to me. What the hell is "ROIDER"?
MONSTAR: Ben Roider. My old trainer. He sent me some new elbow pads. His wife makes them. I won't wear any other elbow pads besides these. I think you'd like Ben; he's a good man. I have a lot of respect for him. In fact, I named some moves after him. Beefcake Roider; Roideriffic Elbow... that's all in reference to Ben.

Skywolf looks like he's been hit by a bus. He tosses the lid away and removes the elbows pads from the box to check the bottom: he comes up empty. Dumbfounded, he looks at the gloves and shakes them about stupidly. Skywolf looks about to toss them aside—

MONSTAR: Please don't get those dirty. It's filthy in here.

Skywolf sets them back down in the box. With a blank look on his face, he removes the crumpled papers from the breast pocket of his suit.

Skywolf: I still want you tested.
*The big man doesn't protest. In fact, he simply shrugs.*
MONSTAR: Whatever makes you happy, boss. See you around.

MONSTAR walks away, carrying his parcel of elbow pads, leaving Skywolf to dazedly watch him as he exits. We cut back to the ring and inside the ring stands a scrawny man with a thin, scraggly goatee, about four teeth in his mouth and a bright ginger mullet. He's wearing plan black tights and boots.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 125lbs, Buddy Bowen!

The crowd give a "meh" reaction to Bowen, despite him being a hometown "star" and instead they anticipate who his opponent will be. The camera moves up to the tron as we get a video package.

An extremely low voice narrates over the landscape of an American seaside town. The shots of the town are filtered with a blue tint.

Narrator: In this little town called Splash in the east coast, lived the Davies family. The father, Jet Davies, ran a funeral parlour on the harbour, in his boat house. They specialised in burials at sea.

The camera zooms in on the harbour to a boathouse with a rickety wooden sign reading "Davies and Davies Funeral Parlour".

Narrator: Twenty years ago, during a particularly terrible storm, the boat was destroyed, and the family killed. Except the six year old child that somehow, miraculously,
survived.

A young child coughs up water as they crawl onto the pier, drenched, with long hair covering their face.

Narrator: This child was left an orphan and lived on the streets of Splash for many years, scrounging for meals from trashcans. When the child became an adult, broken and shattered by their brutal upbringing, they found a way to deal with the pain: inflicting destruction on others.

The camera focuses in on an adult this time, wearing a one-piece blue suit and a pale blue tribal mask.

Narrator: And now... Rane is here... to condemn us all to damnation.

"Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits the PA system. Out comes the masked wrestler, with blue mask and attire to match.

"You can't seem to get away,
BREAK!"

The wrestler, who is now seen to be a female, from the protruding breasts and figure, raises her arms up into the air and throws them down. On either side of the stage, water sprinklers set off. Suddenly, she seems on edge, and quickly walks down the ramp, distancing herself from the sprinklers.

Carson: And introducing the opponent, from Splash, Delaware, weighing in at 140lbs ... THE MEDIUM BLUE MACHINE .... RANE!!

Rane reaches the bottom of the ramp and gets up on to the apron. Despite only being 140lbs and 5'8, she lifts her leg over the top rope and tries to climb over, struggling a little, but eventually managing it with a stumble.

Jeffrey: 140lbs? This Rane has gotta be 100lbs soaking wet!
Roberts: Har, har.
Jeffrey: I swear every 4CW show I do drives me further into insanity. Is this really happening?
Phoenix: Indeed it is! Rane, the Medium Blue Machine, is here!

Her opponent, Buddy Bowen, looks perplexed as they both prepare to start the match. The referee decides the time is nigh and signals for the bell and the match gets underway. Rane and Bowen lock arms in the middle of the ring. Rane overpowers the toothless wonder and sends him flying across the ring. Bowen jumps back up and sprints towards the masked Rane, who takes him out with a huge clothesline, that causes Bowen to flip 270 degress and slam face first on the mat! Rane then picks up Bowen and sends him to the ropes, and on his return, lifts up the borderline-anorexic man and hits a Sidewalk Slam!

Phoenix: Early dominance here by Rane!

We cut backstage, where Zak E Justice is running towards the monitor, having brought the rest of The Supergroup with him.

Justice: Bros, you have to check this out!

All four of them stand side by side, at an angle, to watch the match, and instantly they all seem mesmerised by this Rane character. Back in the ring, Buddy Bowen tries throwing a few left hands but Rane no-sells them entirely, before taking out Bowen with a swinging neckbreaker! She then grabs the now motionless Bowen and lifts him by his throat, slamming him down with a brutal chokeslam on to the mat!

Phoenix: Chokeslam from Well! What a move! This has gotta be all over!

You'd think it was all over, but Rane isn't finished there. Instead, she picks Bowen back up and sets him up in a Tombstone position, before hitting a savage Piledriver, spiking the head of the shrimpy local wrestler.

Phoenix: And there's the Lukewarm Piledriver!! Now it's definitely over!
Jeffrey: Do you know what she calls these moves or are you just making this up as you go along?

Rane sits on Bowen's stomach and leans forward to hook both his legs. The referee, slightly confused about this unique cover, frowns slightly but slides in to count nonetheless. ONE... TWO... THREE!

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

Rane gets back up, in the middle of the ring and raises her arms again. Upon slamming them down, all four turnbuckles start to shoot out water, sprinkler style. Suddenly freaked out, Rane quickly escapes the ring and heads up the ramp, wiping the odd droplet that landed on her shoulder hastily away. Then, gathering her senses, she raises her arms in victory again.

Roberts: Rane kicks off her 4CW career with a dominant victory! She's made one hell of a splash in the sea of 4CW!
Phoenix: ...Really, James?

We cut backstage again, where The Supergroup have finished watching the match on the monitor and look around at each other like they just discovered the secrets of the world.

Starr: Bro?
Waverly: Bro....
Justice: Bro! That was amazing! We need to go check out this Rane in person, come on!

The Supergroup hurry off to find Rane, but we don't get to see the meeting, as we cut to a commercial break.

*~*

We cut backstage where Gabriel Crowe is standing in the interview area with Glock Nine.

Crowe: I'm here live with Glock Nine and Glock, I have one burning question: Why did you align yourself with Victor Venom?

Glock: Because when I was trying to push a friends book, where was the Love?  Where was a pat on the back saying "Hey Glock, thanks for helping me be something as great as you!" ... now... She may have said it out of fear... I’m talking about my sweet Lillian.. sweet Lilian said “I seen what they have you doing, why aren’t you respected? why aren’t you given the proper push you deserve Jim?” See I didn’t have a answer that was without embarrassment I could provide... she waited and all I did was change the subject to who did she think created lucky charms? Was that the right answer I think so..

I don’t owe my ex-wife an answer and yet she gave me that same look the locker room gives me she made me feel like a little man...  that same little man dressing in the hallway at the Bradley center and for what? To sit in catering cause Glock Nine isn’t respected??

Crowe: I don't know, I think you're respected Glock.

Glock: I’m respected? ... So tell me why for the first two months of my career did I have to dress in the hallway? Was it because I’m overly aggressive?.. was it because I enjoyed delivering none worked liberties to Phil McGroin? You see I don’t feel respected Crowe, I feel you're afraid and your respect is equivalent to a man begging his kidnapper for a autograph...

Glock stares at Crowe for a moment then continues.

Glock: Tell me... Did I go too far when I enjoyed delivering a awesome bomb to a 170lbs man? I don’t know what you bill him as.. but he’s 170lbs mae soaking wet.. and the fact is.. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having control over this little mans fate... thumbs up, thumbs down, am I right? You see: Every time I tossed him over the ropes I wanted to crack his spine... I wanted to send a signal.. message if you will.. to the powers that be that I can be a champions champion or I can enjoy throwing lttlel wannabes through objects men were never meant to be thrown through... I enjoy it...

In fact... Victor and I both enjoy what I do we look at it as: more blood, more money in my check. When I throw people like McGroin through pressed wood tables splintering his spleen, I don’t feel bad about it ... am I supposed to? Tonight, Eddie Wolfbaine is in my path of destruction and I am going to enjoy clearing the way.

Glock looks tired and disturbed, but confident as he doesn't wait for an answer and storms off. Crowe gives a look like he didn't understand a word of Glock's rant and we fade to commercial.

"A Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hits the PA system and Lord Skywolf makes his way to the ring. The crowd pop loudly as they know Skywolf has a big announcement to make. He's dressed in a slightly dishevelled grey suit and his hair is looking a little unkempt.

Carson: Please welcome, the General Manager of 4CW, LORD ... SKYWOLF!

Skywolf walks down the ramp and gets into the ring and takes a mic from the ringside area. The crowd quieten down to hear what he has to say.

Skywolf: How's it going, Chicago?!

The place erupts again as a result of the cheap pop and he allows them to go crazy for a few moments before continuing with his announcement.

Skywolf: You know, this job is a pain in the ass. Between MONSTAR, The Supergroup, Phil McGroin, The Coven, everyone else, I just ... ugh! Anyway, the best part of this job is I get to pick and choose what matches I wanna see! We have a big supershow on February 25th and I need some matches to live up to its name... And you know what, I think it's about time Brian White defends the Universal Championship! Now, since Reamer is... sigh... a different person, I guess, to Supreme, he demanded his own personalized contract. One of his stipulations was a title match and I figure, since White needs a challenger, let's kill two birds with one stone and so at our next show, live in the Tokyo Dome, and aptly named 4CW Wherever I May Dome, Brian White will defend the title against Reamer!

A big pop for this huge match announcement, but Skywolf raises his arms to signal he's not done yet.

Skywolf: But that's not all! I have another special announcement. On the Storm Front after Revival XII, we will be bringing back Soul Survivor!

Another huge pop and the commentary desk seems enthusiastic too.

Phoenix: What an announcement! Soul Survivor returns in May! Looking back it was Rhys Cain who won the Soul Survivor in 2016, but who will it be this year?
Roberts: I'm wondering who's even going to be in the tournament!

Skywolf: Now, that's a few months away! However, at Wherever I May Dome, we will have a special preliminary match to decide the participants of Soul Survivor! We will bring back the Survival Chamber, in a six-person elimination match, the first two to be eliminated will not qualify for Soul Survivor and the eventual winner will be allowed to pick the first stipulation in the tournament proper!

A "YES" chant breaks out throughout the arena, the Chicago crowd happy with the idea of this announced match and the upcoming tournament.

Skywolf: In case you need a refresher, the Survival Chamber is a metal dome-shaped chamber like structure with pods. There will be big boxes of weapons and items with different labels, "Dojo", "Arena", "Kitchen" and the like. The only way to eliminate someone in this match is via submission once everyone has entered the match! If you want to win, you have to make every last person quit and be the last person standing! Now... who will be in this match? That question cannot be answered yet. Part of it depends on the results of tonight's show. So I have been and will be closely monitoring the roster tonight, to find the six suited competitors for the match!

Skywolf drops the mic as the crowd cheer for all the announcements and his music hits back up. We pan the crowd's reactions as the commentators take us into a break.

Roberts: Wow! What a set of announcements! First of all, Universal Champion Brian White vs Reamer at Wherever I May Dome for the title!
Phoenix: Not to mention the annoucement of the return of Soul Survivor in May! But it all starts with a preliminary Surivival Chamber match at the Tokyo Dome!
Jeffrey: Looks like we're going to Japan, bay-beh!

"Am I Savage?" by Metallica hits the PA system. Boos break out for the arrival of the man known as Glock 9, black trench coat and all.

Carson: On his way to the ring, being accompanied by Victor Venom, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he stands at 6'6, and he is known as... GLOCK NINE!!

Glock Nine makes his way confidently down to the ring. He sneers at the fans as he passes, making sure none of them can reach him. He takes his time as he strolls up to the ropes.

Phoenix: Well, whether you agree with his methods or not, the record books show that Glock Nine beat Rhys Cain at WAR in that bizarre Wet Bandits Death Match. And his reward, so to speak, is a non-title match with Eddie Wolfbaine tonight! Now of course in the main event, we will find out who the new #1 contender is for Revival, but IF Glock is able to beat the 4CW World Champion tonight, he would have to be a part of the conversation to be in that match too, right?
Roberts: Right - but Wolfbaine has been on a hell of a run since winning the title and his momentum is high, I'm not sure anyone can beat him right now!

Glock does the leg-over climb into the ring, takes off his trench coat, walks a few paces around, then leans on the ropes and beckons for his opponent. While he waits, he shouts some unintelligable venom to the most rucous of the front row. Victor Venom waits at ringside.

“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, showing off his 4CW World Championship on his shoulder. 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”.

He slaps a few hands as he walks down the ramp before rolling into the ring. He climbs onto the middle rope, halfway between turnbuckles, yelling back at the crowd once more before leaping off and turning to face his opponent Glock Nine.

Phoenix: You only get the best matches here in 4CW and right now, it's Glock vs Wolfbaine - here we go!

Wolfbaine and Glock circle each other to start the match. Glock goads his opponent to attack first, signalling for him to bring it on. Wolfbaine doesn't fall for the bait though and acts as if he is going to strike but at the last moment locking Glock in an unexpected headlock. Glock attempts to escape as Wolfbaine applies some pressure and soon he is able to send Wolfbaine to the ropes. On his return, Glock takes out Wolfbaine with a big boot and shakes off the cobwebs.

Wolfbaine is quick to his feet however and immediately marches forward with some strikes. Wolfbaine first throws some forearms which makes Glock stumble into the ropes. He follows it up with some rough elbows but Glock finds a moment of reprieve and throws Wolfbaine across the ring. Wolfbaine doesn't stay down for long and Glock runs at him with a huge clothesline - but Wolfbaine ducks, spins Glock around, and nails a DDT!

Phoenix: Some close back and forth action here! Neither man is here to mess around!
Jeffrey: Glock has two important advantages though: his size and his apathy for his opponents!

Wolfbaine gets back up and looks to attack Glock again as the referee checks on him - but Victor Venom leans into the ring and grabs hold of Wolfbaine's ankle, holding on with everything he has. Wolfbaine tries to shake him off and when that doesn't work, he resorts to using his other foot to kick Venom in the face repeatedly.

Venon whines and lets go, clutching his face, but the distraction is enough for Glock to get back up to his feet and grab Venom from behind, taking him out with a Russian Leg Sweep. Glock hooks the leg! 1...2...NO! Wolfbaine kicks out.

Roberts: That Victor Venom is a right piece of work!
Jeffrey: Why don't you go and stop him then, big man?

Glock stomps away at Wolfbaine as he goes to the corner to try and use the ropes for assistance. Eventually, Wolfbaine just crumples in the corner from the barrage of stomps and eventually stops defending himself. Glock smirks and picks up the groggy Wolfbaine. He tries to set up for Count The Lights, but suddenly, Wolfbaine springs back to life, wriggles out and hits the Hammerspace Lariat!

Phoenix: Hammerspace Lariat out of nowhere!
Roberts: Can Wolfbaine get the advantage back?

Wolfbaine uses the ropes to stumble back up to his feet as a groggy Glock Nine follows suit.  Glock, slightly crouched, turns - and walks right into a Yakuza Kick from Wolfbaine, dead in the middle of the ring! Wolfbaine goes to the ground and hooks the leg!

Phoenix: St Michael's Revenge! Will it be enough?! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Glock Nine kicks out!
Jeffrey: That may be a hell of a kick but it's gonna take more than that to take out The Hollowpoint Bullet.

Wolfbaine doesn't wait for Glock to recover and immediately pounces on him with some ground and pound lefts and rights before picking up the bigger man and whipping him into corner. He runs at Glock full speed and hits a dropkick, sending Glock crashing down to the second buckle as he lands on his ass. Wolfbaine retreats, then runs full speed again with a basement dropkick!

Glock slouches out of the corner and Wolfbaine drags him back to his feet, only to kick him in the gut and take him out with a second snap DDT! Hooks the leg! 1...2... No! Glock kicks out again. As Glock rolls over to the ropes to try and recover, Wolfbaine gets himself back up to his feet, comes back off the ropes and hits the Baseball Slide to Glock, kicking him out of the ring and to the mat below!

Roberts: Safe At Home!

Wolfbaine lifts his arms in the air repeatedly, letting the adrenaline pump and the crowd's electricity flow through him. As Glock gets back up to his feet on the outside, Wolfbaine sprints. He runs at the ropes, comes back and zooms full speed for the other side. With precision, he dives through the middle rope and crashes into Glock Nine - but Glock catches him in mid-air!

Glock re-adjusts his grip and turns, running straight for the ringpost! He slams Wolfbaine's spine hard into it, before dumping him back into the ring and rolling back in.

Jeffrey: What pure, brute strength from Glock there! Wolfbaine looks like he might be in trouble!

Glock picks up Wolfbaine, now a bit more pissed off after having just been embarrassed somewhat by the champion and viciously throws him into the corner. Glock stalks him and throws sharp left and right jabs to Wolfbaine, who is unable to do much to defend himself at such close range and precision. Glock finishes his assault with a cheap elbow to the face, which causes Wolfbaine to stumble out and fall to one knee, clutching his face, now complete with bloody nose.

Roberts: That's nasty! Glock just busted Eddie's nose!

Wolfbaine at the sight of his own blood becomes enraged and staggers up, to attack Glock. Glock, however, is fresher and ready and lifts Wolfbaine, taking him out with a Sidewalk Slam with major hang time! He hooks the leg and counts along, confident of his win! ONE... TWO.... NO! Wolfbaine kicks out!

Phoenix: What a Sidewalk Slam! I don't think Glock was expecting Wolfbaine to kick out there!

Glock Nine decided enough is enough and grabs the groggy champion, and without warning, gets his foot under the chin and hits COUNT THE LIGHTS!!

Jeffrey: Glock's hit it! Count The Lights! Pin him Glock, PIN HIM!!

Glock does exactly that, kneeling down and hooking the leg. The referee slides in to count! ONE ... TWO .... THRE--NO!! Wolfbaine gets his foot on the rope at the last nanosecond!! The referee tells Glock that the pinfall was broken and Glock stands up, immediately getting into the referee's face and disputing the decision. While Glock is doing this, Venom comes over to where Wolfbaine is laying - and stick his thumb in Wolfbaine's eye!

Phoenix: Now, come on! There's no need for this!
Jeffrey: It's only cheating if you get caught, Scott!

Wolfbaine writhes around the mat, clutching his eye in agony, and Glock decides to stop arguing with the referee and focus on the match again. He stomps Wolfbaine a few times for good measure, and then lifts him back up. Glock lifts his foot, going for Count The Lights again, but Wolfbaine slips out of his grip and takes out Glock with a reverse DDT from behind!

The crowd start to chant "LETS GO WOLFBAINE" as he gathers all the momentum he can muster to reach the ropes and get back up to his feet. With the crowd on his side, Wolfbaine manages to slowly but surely get back to his feet. Glock isn't far behind, and Wolfbaine takes a few crucial moments to catch his breath while Glock gets to his feet, before lifting Glock up on his shoulders, running diagonally and launching him into the middle corner turnbuckle with a Running Death Valley Driver!!

Phoenix: EL VALLE DEL LOBO!! That's gotta be it!!

Wolfbaine runs over to the ropes with St Michael's Revenge for Victor Venom, who had jumped up on the apron. He then turns and collapses on top of Glock and hooks the leg. The referee slides in to count... ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

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

Glock rolls out of the ring and lands near the out-cold Victor Venom. Eddie Wolfbaine climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate his hard-earned victory, before rolling out, grabbing his 4CW World Championship and heading up the ramp to a big cheer from all around the arena.

Phoenix: Wolfbaine pulls out another big win! His momentum couldn't be more powerful than it is right now heading into Revival! Tonight, he will find out who his opponent will be in the main event! That's still to come, so don't go anywhere!

We cut back to the ring and there are two unknown, local talents waiting in the ring. One is quite hefty, with a pink streak in his ponytail and a big pink beard to match. The other is short, skinny and wearing a yellow and blue mask with a star on the back.

Carson: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 487lbs, Pink Tractor and the Starman!

Jeffrey: THIS is the best Chicago could provide us? Yeesh.

Tractor and Starman discuss plans quietly as the PA system blasts out "The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow for the second time tonight and out comes the 4CW Hall of Famer, The Bruiser!

Carson: And their opponents, first, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS CAIN!!

Cain slaps a few hands down to the ring but doesn't mess around too much as he is still irate that he has to team up with Supreme tonight. However, ever the honourable man, he marches to the ring nonetheless and slides in, giving his opponents only a momentary glance before climbing the turnbuckle and looking out to his "sea" of fans.

Phoenix: Well tonight, Rhys Cain is forced to team up with Supreme - who is, we have to point out, NOT Reamer - but you have to wonder if Cain will be able to restrain his own anger towards Reamer in this match.
Jeffrey: The little midget has the honour of teaming with Supreme though, the man we all know and love, and quite frankly, should probably be a bit more grateful.
Roberts: Grateful?! Reamer made it -
Jeffrey: He's not teaming with Reamer, he's teaming with Supreme.
Roberts: It's the same fucking guy!
Jeffrey: Wow. I had you down for a lot of things Roberts, but an obtuse bigot wasn't one of them. I think it's best you shut up.

As Cain jumps down, the music changes to that of his partner's. "Good Times" by Finger Eleven hits the PA system. The crowd, unsure how to react to the apparent "split-personality" of Supreme/Reamer, settle on a relatively mixed reactions, certainly more boos than cheers, despite the fact that Supreme comes out all smiles, and tries to get a few fans on his side as he comes down the ramp.

Carson: And introducing his partner, from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs... SUPREME!!

Supreme reaches the bottom of the ramp and smiles up at Cain, who is glaring a hole through Supreme, his fists clenched. Cain looks like he may change his mind and attack Supreme - but he is distracted when the flabby Pink Tractor, to get Cain's attention, slaps him across the face. The pie-eating slob regrets it instantly when Cain snaps his head around to face him then charges and takes him out with a huge Lariat!

Jeffrey: So I guess it's true: Chicago folk are stupid idiots.

Cain lands lefts and rights on Pink Tractor before lifting him back up and whipping him into the corner. He runs at Pink Tractor and slams him with a clothesline. Cain then ducks under Tractor's arm and heaves him up on to the top turnbuckle in a seated position. Tractor teeters on the top as Cain steps backwards and the crowd anticipate the move with a slowly growing "Oooooooh" chant.

Cain runs forward, steps up on the second rope, then the top, and then hits an Enziguri to knock Pink Tractor back down to the mat.

Phoenix: And he calls that Platform Nine and Three Quarters, a handy new move in Cain's ever-evolving arsenal!

As Cain climbs the top turnbuckle, he notices Supreme climbing up into his apron spot but pays him no attention. Instead, he eyes up Pink Tractor, and dives off with an elbow to the chest! ONE... TWO.... but no! Somewhat surprisingly, Tractor kicks out! Cain almost laughs at the opponent's either bravery or stupidity and picks him up again. Supreme calls over for the tag, and gets daggers from Cain with a glare, but Cain doesn't do anything further and instead takes out Tractor with a suplex.

After more calls for a tag from Supreme however, Cain seems to lose his cool a little and walks right up so he's almost nose to nose with Supreme. Supreme doesn't antagonise him in the slightest, if anything, he raises his hand respectfully and says "Tag me when you're good and ready." Cain slaps Supreme in the chest. Hard. He motions that was a tag and goes to the apron. Supreme is trying to smooth things over with Cain while he gets into the ring and his momentary lapse of concentration allows Tractor an opportunity to roll him up. ONE... TWO... NO!

Roberts: Supreme was almost caught out there! THAT would have been a shock for the ages!

Supreme jumps back to his feet, now completely focused on Tractor. Tractor charges at him but Supreme is ready and reverses the momentum with a belly-to-belly suplex! Tractor lands near his own corner and his partner, masked man "The Starman" tags himself in. He and Supreme circle each other momentarily, but it's not long before The Starman finds himself in a headlock from Supreme. Supreme wrenches on Starman's head for a bit, before flipped him over and taking him down to the mat.

Starman does find some momentum from somewhere however and manages to slither out of the hold. He grabs hold on Supreme and whips him into the ropes. Starman dives to the mat as Supreme comes back and bounces off the opposite ropes, but whatever Starman was planning is moot when Supreme comes back with a vicious dropkick to the face!

Supreme gets back up and tags in Cain. Cain once again stares at him for a moment but ultimately decides to get into the ring. Starman gets back up to his feet and charges at Cain - but Cain simply runs and meets him halfway, grabbing Starman, and taking him out with a Standing Moonsault Slam!

Phoenix: Avada Kedavra from Cain! I think it's safe to say that this one is over!!

Cain hooks the legs roughly, staring a hole through Supreme the whole time as the ref counts .. ONE... TWO... THREE!!

Carson: Here are your winners.... "THE BRUISER" RHYS CAIN ... AND SUPREME!!

The Starman rolls out of the ring and Pink Tractor crawls over to check on him. Meanwhile, Supreme enters the ring as Cain gets to his feet. Cain stares at him with raging eyes as Supreme slowly approaches, audibly congratulates Cain and offers a handshake. Cain stares at Supreme, then at his hand, then back at Supreme - but he doesn't move his hand. The crowd are intrigued by this with a few cheers and a few boos, but Cain decides to take the high road, not by shaking Supreme's hand, which he promptly ignores but by walking out of the ring and up the ramp, a bit confused and weirded out, and very frustrated.

Jeffrey: Blatant disrespect by Cain, there.
Roberts: Blatant disres-- you gotta be kidding me, surely.
Jeffrey: I'm not kidding, and don't call me Shirley!

We cut backstage where Rhys Cain is seen heading to his locker room when he is stopped by a running Gabriel Crowe.

Crowe: Cain, can I get your thoughts on this whole Supreme and Reamer situation?

Cain stops, sighs and turns.

Cain: I played ball this month. I'm gonna think it over and by the time Wherever I May Dome comes around, I'll have some... thoughts... for you.

Cain dismisses Crowe by simply walking through the locker room door and closing it behind him. The camera cuts from the backstage area, to the ring, as Carson starts his introductions for tonight's main event match!

Carson: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening and is a Fatal 4 Way match scheduled for one fall! The winner will advance to face 4CW World Champion Eddie Wolfbaine at Revival XII!

"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin hits the PA system. Music starts as lights are lowered until the music drops, then as the music punches back up pyros go off and a video package showing Brian strength and abilities shows interspersed with a steam train running at full tilt along it's tracks. Out comes The Freight Train with his Universal Championship and his protege.

Carson: Introducing first, from Barry, South Wales, weighing in at 400lbs, he is the 4CW Universal Champion, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!

Brian White and Tommy Young march down to the ring, embracing the crowd a little more than they would care to admit, but remaining focused on the ring.

Phoenix: Brian White, ladies and gentlemen, held both the 4CW World and Universal Titles last year. At one point, he held them both at the same time. But that all came to an end in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet when Eddie Wolfbaine bested him to win the World Title. Now, in this match, White has the opportunity to earn that rematch on the grandest stage of them all - Revival! But he has to go through three formidable opponents tonight to get that opportunity!

White climbs over the top rope into the ring, while Young wanders around at ringside, before pulling up a chair and taking a seat next to the commentary desk.

"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The crowd immediately erupt in possible the biggest boos of the night so far as Camera Man comes out, filming the one and only Phil McGroin. McGroin heads to the ring, absolutely not acknowledging the crowd's existence.

Carson: And introducing the opponents, first, now residing in Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, the man who once made a cow tap out, PHIL ... MCGROIN!!

McGroin nods in approval at Carson's announcement agreeing that he did indeed tap out a cow.

Jeffrey: And this man is my pick to win tonight! Phil McGroin has been looking for something to sink his teeth into ever since he got screwed at Gallows End - and going into Revival to fight the World Champion seems pretty tasty to me!

McGroin climbs into the ring and stands in the corner opposite White as Camera Man also takes a seat at ringside. The camera focuses back on the stage for the next opponent. "His World" by Crush 40 hits the PA system and gets a big pop from the crowd. Jacob comes out in a yellow hoodie, emblazoned on the back with a blue lightning bolt and makes a lightning bolt in the air with chops before heading to the ring.

Carson: And their opponent, now residing in Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 260lbs, JACOB ... THE THUNDERBOOOLT ... SCHARFF!!

Roberts: Jacob Scharff is a 2-time 4CW World Champion. He has been one step away from that third title reign for a long time and tonight could finally be the night he takes one step closer by defeating three other men to take on Wolfbaine in April! He came up against Wolfbaine last month and wasn't able to come away with the win, so Scharff will definitely feel he has something to prove tonight!

The lights go black and four spotlights begin searching through the crowd. The screen lights up with a parental warning...

The following wrestler is not suitable for all ages
There will be Blood
There will be Violence
There will be no BRIAN WHITE
There will be no PHIL MCGROIN
There will be no JACOB SCHARFF
Parental discretion is advised...

Rhianna's voice comes blaring through the speakers as "Bitch Better Have My Money" plays through the arena...

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

As soon as Rhianna says the word money all four spotlights converge on the entrance ramp as Senecca stands there looking out at the crowd.

Bitch betta have my money...

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

Pay me what you we me...

Carson: And finally, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 350lbs, originally from Cleveland, Ohio... now hailing from Vallhalla.. THIS ... IS .... SENECCA!!

Senecca starts walking down the ramp to the ring. as he makes it to the steps he pauses to look up at the ring and makes his way up the steps nonchalantly.

Phoenix: And it was Senecca who was triumphant at War to close out 2017! He defeated and seemingly put Meyer out of commission on a permanent basis after a brutal beat down involving some pie! Senecca is all buisness though and winning this match would be an incredible way to kick off 2018 for him!

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. Senecca disposes of his ring jacket and takes the final corner. The ref issues some instructions to all four men and when he is happy everyone is ready to go, he signals for the bell to get the main event underway! Or at least - he is about to - when Delain's "The Gathering" blasts through the PA system.

Out comes Eddie Wolfbaine (to a massive pop), with the 4CW World Championship draped across his shoulder, limping slightly. Instead of pausing on the stage, or acknowledging the fans at all, Eddie marches down the ramp with a singular purpose. When he reaches the ring, he rolls under the rope and walks directly across the ring, between all four slightly confused opponents without so much as glancing at any one of them. He then jumps through the far ropes and approaches the announce table.

Phoenix: That... seemed like a message.
Roberts: Eddie's never been short on confidence, but even he must know that any four of these men could take that title off him on any given night! That must be why he's out here, to do some scouting.

Eddie Wolfbaine shakes hands with Phoenix and Roberts, and then turns to Jeffrey and decides that he doesn't want to shake his hand and instead grabs a headset.

Wolfbaine: Gentlemen.
Phoenix: Welcome, Eddie! It's good to have you here to give your input on this match!

The referee finally deciding the match is ready to go actually signals for the bell this time and it is rung. Immediately, the four men run to collide in the middle of the ring. White meets Scharff, McGroin meets Senecca. Lefts and rights are exchanged from all four, but the bigger men in White and Senecca start to get the advantage. White delivers a flew hefty blows to Scharff, sending him stumbling into the corner and Senecca clotheslines the head off McGroin's neck, who rolls out on the outside. Camera Man jumps off his seat to get a better shot of McGroin.

Phoenix: Complete chaos in this opening brawl!
Jeffrey: As expected! So Eddie, which one of these guys would you rather face at Revival?
Wolfbaine: Eh, does it matter? I've been in this company long enough to know that nobody half-asses it at Revival. Everyone brings their A-game.
Roberts: C'mon, pick one!
Wolfbaine: I have unfinished business with both White and Senecca, Scharff is criminally underrated when it comes to all-time names in 4CW and McGroin... well that man is a walking HR violation. I'd be happy to bludgeon any of them.

Inside the ring, White pummels Scharff into the corner so that he slumps down to the mat but White is himself stopped in his tracks when Senecca runs up behind him and squashes him into the corner. Senecca throws a few shoulder into the gut of the Universal Champion, and then hooks him up and hits a suplex. White separates himself from Scharff and away from the corner but Senecca follows him, stalking from behind. When the moment is right, he takes out White from behind again, this time with a bulldog.

McGroin rolls back into the ring and walks right into the path of Senecca, who grabs him by the throat with both hands, lifts him high into the air, and slams him back down on the mat as he falls to a seated position.

Phoenix: Senecca is absolutely dominating the early going!
Roberts: This match could be over quicker than we think!
Wolfbaine: Don't worry, he'll find some new and exciting way to fuck it up.

Senecca throws McGroin out through the middle rope and instead turns his focus to Scharff who is slowly getting to his feet in the corner. Senecca sprints at him with a stinger splash. Senecca grabs hold of Scharff as he stumbles away and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Senecca turns over and hooks the leg! 1...2... NO! Scharff kicks out!

Roberts: Man! Senecca is an absolute wrecking machine when he wants to be!
Phoenix: Scharff isn't done yet though - it will take a lot more than that to take out any of these competitors!

Scharff rolls out of the ring to recover also and Senecca gets back to his feet as White does and the two meet face to face in the middle of the ring.

Jeffrey: It's Goliath vs Goliath!
Phoenix: Eddie, you've been in the ring with both of these guys - how do you even deal with someone who is twice your size?
Wolfbaine: It's easier than you'd think. These big guys, all they do when they train is attack, attack, attack. They never stop and learn how to take a punch. Just gotta treat 'em like the big bullies they are.

Senecca and White talk trash to eachother, until White throws the first fist and we have a back and forth brawl erupt in the middle of the ring. Senecca punches harder and White stumbles away but Senecca grabs him and whips him to the ropes. Senecca takes out White with a big clothesline on his return, then picks him up, and sends him to the ropes for another one. White is ready, however, and takes out Senecca with a massive big boot!

White goes back to the ropes, with the intention of a leg drop, but Senecca rolls out of the way and White slams on his backside! White winces as he gets back up to his feet but Senecca is ready. Senecca jockeys into position, sets up White and hits the Samoan Driver!

Phoenix: Oh my god! The Dark Plunge! It could be over right here!!
Wolfbaine: Trust me, that hurts as much as it looks like.

Senecca covers the Universal Champion and the ref starts the count. ONE... TWO.... NO!! McGroin comes in at the last moment and breaks up the fall with a steel chair!

Roberts: What a surprise! McGroin cheats again!
Jeffrey: I think you'll find that technically, there are no disqualifications in this match! Or countouts, for that matter!
Phoenix: Indeed McGroin's tactics are not admirable, but certainly legal! And it's those kind of smarts that make him a dark horse to win this match!

McGroin slams Senecca with the chair again, and White for good measure. He looks around for Scharff and finds him climbing back onto the apron. McGroin rushes forward and jabs the chair through the middle of the ropes, hitting Scharff in the gut and sending him back out to the floor. McGroin drops the steel chair on to the mat as he sees Senecca get to his feet. He kicks Senecca in the gut and DDT's him directly into the chair! McGroin rolls Senecca over and hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... NO! White breaks up the fall!

Jeffrey: McGroin almost had it! Come on Phil, show these fuckers how you made a cow tap out one time! Then you can go on to face that los-- I mean, that admirable World Champion Eddie Wolfbaine, who is sitting right next to me.
Wolfbaine: At some point, someone's gonna have to explain that story to me. And I'm proud of you, Ray. You waited five whole minutes to revert to being a total douchebag.

White, enraged at McGroin's chair shot, decides to pick him up, rather than Senecca, and he throws him across the ring with malice. McGroin bumps a few times before crashing on the mat and White stalks him, picking him back up the moment he stops moving and taking him out with a Backbreaker! Not satisfied though, he picks up McGroin again and launches him over his head, sending McGroin flying across the ring again with a Fallaway Slam! McGroin rolls out of the ring.

White looks around for another victim and finds Scharff who has finally gotten back into the ring. White grabs him and takes him out yet again, this time with a Spinebuster! Scharff writhes on the ground as White goes to the corner. He cups his hands and shouts "WOO WOO!". The crowd buzz in anticipation for the move as Scharff struggles to get back up to his feet. White crouches, slams his rear foot on the mat, and launches himself forward for the Runaway Train - but Scharff sidesteps, and throws White forward, who's shoulder slams into the ring post at full speed!!

Phoenix: The Runaway Train sidestepped by The Thunderbolt! Shoulder, meet steel!
Wolfbaine: I'll have to remember that move.

White slumps in the corner, clutching his shoulder in agony. Scharff sees on the outside that McGroin is getting back up on to the apron. Scharff finds the steel chair that McGroin used earlier and picks it up. As McGroin stands fully on the apron, Scharff swings the steel chair, smashing McGroin straight in the face and sending him crashing into Camera Man below, who had moved under for a good angle. Scharff throws the chair at McGroin after and turns around.

He finds Senecca recovering and getting back up to his feet and takes out the kneeled behemoth with a dropkick! Senecca takes the blow pretty well, however, and doesn't fall back down to the mat. The Thunderbolt decides on a different strategy and instead grabs the head of the kneeled Senecca, lifts him to his feet and hits a crushing DDT!

Phoenix: Sonicboom from Scharff! That could be the move that seals it!

Scharff hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... TH--NO!! Somehow, Senecca finds the wherewithal to kick out - and with some power too, as he sends Scharff flying as he breaks out of the cover. Senecca gets back up to his feet and Scharff also shows determination by getting straight back up. Before Senecca can do anything however, Scharff is running towards him, and Scharff sends Senecca over the top rope with a big clothesline! Scharff shakes the ropes as the adrenaline overcomes him, and the crowd start chanting "THUN-DER-BOLT, THUN-DER-BOLT!"

Roberts: Scharff is on fire and this place has come alive!!

However, those chants and cheers are quickly replaced with boos and jeers (poet and I didn't know it) as Brian White takes out Scharff with a clubbing elbow to the back of the head! Scharff slams down to the mat and White stands over him, roughly lifts him into the air and up over his shoulders and locks in the Backbreaker Rack!

Jeffrey: The Freight Train has locked in the Crossrail! Scharff's never gonna be able to survive this!
Phoenix: It certainly looks like he's in a precarious predicament!

White applies more pressure, shaking and juttering Scharff in the Crossrail, as The Thunderbolt roars in agony. The referee is standing by, watching Scharff, looking for any sign of a submission, when Senecca is suddenly back in the ring! He runs at White and takes him out, with Scharff on his shoulders, with a thunderous spear!! (pun intended). Scharff crashes hard, as does White and Senecca roars as he gets back up to his feet and lets the adrenaline pump through his veins.

Senecca is about to grab Scharff to put this match away once and for all, when "Step" by Ministry blasts through the speakers. The crowd, not anticipating this at all, erupt in surprised gasps as DIRK MEYER himself comes out on to the stage.

Phoenix: Meyer is here! I thought for sure he'd be out for a while after what we saw Senecca do to him at War!
Roberts: But the question is, what is he doing here? This match doesn't concern him, he needs to stay out!
Jeffrey: SHUT UP, ROBERTS! He's not breaking any rules, have you learned nothing?
Wolfbaine: God, he's here too? At some point Dirk and Sen are just gonna have to fuck and get it over with.

Meyer comes down the ramp and Senecca stares a hole through him as he does so. Meyer smirks as he reaches the bottom and slides into the ring. At this point, the smirk vanishes and he goes face to face with Senecca. The camera closes in on Senecca's face, who's eyes narrow. The camera focus in on Meyer's face, who's eyes also narrow. Then, without further ado, an all out fisticuffs breaks out between the two, speedy lefts and rights.

Meyer looks to take advantage when he rakes Senecca in the face and gets a few free shots in, but eventually, Senecca overcomes this and decks Meyer hard with a right haymaker. Meyer stumbles back to the ropes and Senecca sends him flying over the top rope with a Big Boot! This momentary distraction however, is enough for Scharff to sneak up behind Senecca and take him out an Olympic Slam!

Phoenix: The Thunder Drop! Scharff catches Senecca! This could be it!
Wolfbaine: Those two jackasses can't stay out of their own way.

Scharff hooks the leg eagerly and the ref slides in ... ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

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

Outside the ring, Meyer starts to leave up the ramp, smirking again. Scharff jumps back up to his feet upon the count of three and climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms in victory as the emotion threatens to overcome him. The crowd chant "THUN-DER-BOLT" as "His World" by Crush 40 once again fills the arena.

Phoenix: He did it! Jacob Scharff pulled off the big win tonight - and he is going to Revival to face you, Eddie Wolfbaine, for the 4CW World Championship! What's on your mind right now?
Wolfbaine: Scharff.
Phoenix: Whatever happens, I'm sure it will be one hell of a main event of Revival! But that's all we have time for tonight ladies and gentlemen, join us next time, we're live in Japan, for Wherever I May Dome! Goodnight!!

In the ring, Scharff turns to face the commentary desk, as Wolfbaine removes his headset and stands up on the commentary table, so that he and Scharff are closer to eye-to-eye. Wolfbaine holds the title over his head, and Scharff simply points at him. Eddie seems to mouth "You'll have to kill me", to which The Thunderbolt responds with a shrug and a smile as the show fades to black.

Quick Results:
-Witch Hazel def Tsukiko Mizuno
-Rane def Buddy Bowen
-Eddie Wolfbaine def Glock Nine
-Rhys Cain & Supreme def Pink Tractor & The Starman
-Jacob Scharff def Senecca, Phil McGroin and Brian White to become #1 contender to the 4CW World Title

RP Judge:
Rhys

Writing Credit:
Opening Cain Segment - Rhys
Hazel vs Tsukiko - Paige
Supergroup Backstage Segment - Rhys
Skywolf/Roster Backstage Segment - Paige
Rane vs Buddy Bowen - Rhys
Glock Nine Interview - TheSurrealOne
Skywolf announcement segment - Rhys
Wolfbaine vs Glock - Rhys
Cain/Supreme vs Pink Tractor/Starman - Rhys
Backstage Cain Interview - Rhys
Fatal 4 Way (#1 Contendership) - Rhys

Review Sheet:
Opening Cain Segment:
Hazel vs Tsukiko:
Supergroup Backstage Segment:
Skywolf/Roster Backstage Segment:
Rane vs Buddy Bowen:
Glock Nine Interview:
Skywolf announcement segment:
Wolfbaine vs Glock:
Cain/Supreme vs Pink Tractor/Starman:
Backstage Cain Interview:
Fatal 4 Way (#1 Contendership):

Match of the Night:
MVP of the Night:
Graphic of the Night:

Confirmed Card (Subject to change):

4CW World Championship
Eddie Wolfbaine (c) vs Jacob Scharff