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Wow. Honestly floored to be put in the 4CW Hall of Fame. Had absolutely no idea and really feel honored to be up there. It means a lot so thank you very much. Onto the show!
Senecca/Dirk Meyer segment: Little 4th wall breakage here it seems but definitely an interesting segment. I wonder if Skywolf's gonna really be that concerned though. That's two less paychecks he has to make out lol.
Liberation vs Umbra Maxima: I really wasn't sure I gave enough to go on for Umbra Maxima but I'm so glad they came out champions here against Liberation. Good match for both teams, but at the same time it definitely feels like both are just getting started.
Paige vs Hazel: This was a long match but I guess that's to be expected with all the history at play here. Licky on commentary was fun and now that Witch Hazel is champion I'm curious as to what stipulation she'll defend the belt under.
Janitur segment: Janitur open challenge? Have at it dude. Can't wait to see where this goes.
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup: This really wasn't a match so much as the angle that it became and I feel like the Supergroup will become even more of a bunch of insufferable jerkwads after this.
Several MONSTAR-related segments: RIP Monstar. But man all of this biopic stuff and everything got set up pretty quick didn't it? Almost like it was all planned? #conspiracy #Monstarsnotdead 😋
Fatal-5-Way: This one was a bit shorter than I expected and I feel like Clyde got a cheap win here. When he and Brian, hopefully, eventually, go one-on-one, he's gonna have his work cut out for him.
Cain vs Reamer: Awesome match here and Cain worked his ass off and it's good to see that he's gonna be here a while longer.
Wolfbaine vs Scharff: Wrote it and congrats Eddie but maybe I'm not done with you quite yet. 🙂
Match of the Night: Cain vs Reamer
MVP of the Night: Monstar
Graphic of the Night: My HOF graphic. Yes I'm biased. As a very close second, Stormfront Duskfall
But man all of this biopic stuff and everything got set up pretty quick didn't it? Almost like it was all planned? #conspiracy #Monstarsnotdead 😋
He's dead.
4CW, or more specifically, 4CW Hall of Famer Sery, is just really quick with getting up to date with this shit lol.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
Haven't read the whole thing, but it get an instant 10/10 because Sen and Dirk are gone. They were holding the show back, and without those two no talent jobbers the show will move forward and become interesting again. Probably my favourite Revival moment of all time 🙂
Senecca/Dirk Meyer segment:
I've enjoyed this whole arc that started at last year's Revival. There's been so many memorable moments: Meyer turning on Senecca, the NY brawls, the cream pie chaos... and we end it off with a swerve, a shoot promo, with S&M quitting. Hilariously entertaining this arc has been throughout and it'll be interesting to see if and when S&M ever make a return to 4CW.
Liberation vs Umbra Maxima:
Wrote it. I'm very happy to have the Tag Team Titles back. I hope we can build a good division around them.
Paige vs Hazel:
This was superb. Hazel continues to be the most entertaining character in 4CW with the introduction of Licky the commentator. Jeffrey eats that shit up and it makes for some hilarious stuff. The match itself was also great, some incredibly brutal spots, and some good storytelling with all the complicated relationships between the three former friends. Hazel winning is a good moment for her as a character, and I think she can only blossom further from here.
Janitur segment:
Loved the Sanity gag. Can't wait to see where this goes.
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup:
Wrote it. RIP MONSTAR. I'm gonna miss writing you.
Fatal-5-Way:
Wrote it. Congratulations to Bonham on his first Universal Title win and to White for an incredible year long reign.
Cain vs Reamer:
Wrote it... except for Cain's entrance. That was all Paige - and it was awesome. Been fun working with Reamer. I wonder where we go from here...
Wolfbaine vs Scharff:
This was a really good match. A back and forth classic worthy of the Revival main event. It got really intense in the final part of the match and was a great read. Also I enjoyed Scharff's reaction to losing.
Match of the Night:
Paige vs Hazel
MVP of the Night:
Eddie Wolfbaine. Retaining the World Title in the main event of Revival: doesn't get much bigger than that.
Graphic of the Night:
Both Hall of Fame graphics, mainly so I can note that both White and Scharff now have storied histories in 4CW and are very deserving of their inductions.
Overall, I'm really happy with how this show came out. Thanks to everyone who RP'd, wrote segments and/or matches. And thanks everyone for continuously making this possible and for allowing it to grow over the last two years with team work and commitment.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
It's been a long couple weeks, so here's the first part of my review. I'll finish the rest in the next day or so.
Senecca/Dirk Meyer segment:
On one hand, that's certainly odd. A relief though... I've been carrying this feud for months!
Liberation vs Umbra Maxima:
Hopefully we see more of both of these teams. This is a good introductory match.
Pretty fun all in all though.
Paige vs Hazel:
Looking forward to this match like nobody's business. My prediction for MOTN.
-5 points for trying to make 4CW a family show lol
Already ordered my Licky the Unicorn from 4CWshop.com
Mmm, ultraviolence.
Nice ladder spots.
That Swanton could be the spot of the night!
Oh shiiiiit, plot twist!
That is the greatest Flytrap ever.
Janitur segment:
Woo! One of the all time underrated guys. Get the O'Douls!
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup:
Ah, the classic 5-vs-1 squash.
Fatal-5-Way:
Nice job with the recaps as the guys made their way to the ring.
These matches can be hard to write, so props for keeping everyone busy and on camera.
White's really looking strong. Wonder if anyone's gonna be able to put him away?
Sad to see White's reign end, but I'm excited to see what Bonham has planned.
So MONSTAR makes the... 2nd fatality on a 4CW show? Thank god we have such a great legal team... right?
Cain vs Reamer:
Wolfbaine vs Scharff:
Match of the Night:
MVP of the Night:
Graphic of the Night:
The asshole formerly known as Jaco
Founding member of The Cult of [chux]
Senecca/Dirk Meyer segment:
- Heh. Well played, this. Nothing else I can say, really. It worked nicely, plain and simple.
Liberation vs Umbra Maxima:
- I like both these tag teams. They feel like real-deal teams, the kinda guys that are thriving in an indy tag division somewhere.
- "The Rotterdam Raven" — awesome.
- Good back-and-forth in this match; it flows well and shows off some cool tag moves, too.
- And we now have this era's inaugural tag champs! Love it. I may one day have a team in the division, myself. Hmm...
Paige vs Hazel:
- Wrote it. Was kind of a pain in the ass, but still fun.
- Injuries galore! Heh. I need time to focus on Hazel, build her up properly—shocking, I know!
- That being said, while they're on leave, I'm still gonna miss Paige and—yes—even our resident bitch, Tsukiko.
- Hazel does love shiny things. I'm sure she's over the moon—no shoddy pun intended.
Janitur segment:
- Oh, I am so not ready for the wreath of the Janitur!
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup:
- Bros will be bros will be jobbers.
- Rane almost hulkes out for a minute there. Almost.
- Some definite ouchies and boo-boos in this one.
- Knew the twist with MONSTAR ahead of time, but still a bit jarring when it finally happens.
Several MONSTAR-related segments:
- Some nice graphics came outta this, actually.
- Man, Sery got on that shit FAST! What's that gonna be, a 5 minute biopic?
- And yes, the idea of Sery portraying MONSTAR is hilarious.
- Rest in peace, monster among jobber-men (and jobber-women).
Fatal-5-Way:
- "Skimpy pancakes." The mental image made me sad, but the line made me chuckle.
- Yeesh! Really physical contest here. So many should-be-concussions, heh.
- Poor Roberts. He just can't quite work out the no-DQ element of this match. 😋
- Congrats to Clyde Bonham on the title win. What a comeback! I like this character, based on the Bonham RPs I've read. His moveset and theme song, too.
Cain vs Reamer:
- Very hard-hitting and heated contest this was.
- Side Effect off the ladder—yes. 100% yes!
- Lots of fun to be had here. It's a good read.
- Y'know, it's funny that to this day, announce tables are no more durable than they were 20+ years ago. 😋
Wolfbaine vs Scharff:
- Really cool entrances. An actual wolf, eh? Fuck it, why not?!
- A lot of high-impact moves in this one.
- Smaller elements, such as Skylar at ringside and the move-stealing, add some extra spice and heart to this match.
- Cool finish, and an enjoyable post-match interaction between the two competitors. Good stuff.
- Bonus/side note (for Stingmon): I like this match a lot; that said—and I know you're still new at it—there are a few things that detract (o,r, in some cases, just distract) from the reading experience. If you're open to it, I'd be happy to talk match writing with you sometime, pass along some tips and tricks. But yeah—keep it up you've got a pretty good grip on this stuff already! Just needs some simple screw-tightening. 🙂
Match of the Night:
- Cain vs. Reamer
MVP of the Night:
- Jacob Scharff
Graphic of the Night:
- Duskfall promo
Closing thought:
- Fun show, proud to be part of this era of 4CW! And congrats to our new Hall of Famers and champions!
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4CW Presents... Revival XII
Apr 22, 2018
Live from Wembley Stadium - London, England
Att: 80,065
"Come Alive" by Hell or Highwater continues to play as we cut to a live pan of the arena. Pyro goes off in all different directions, and the crowd are loud and proud.
Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and people of all ages - WELCOME ... TO ... REVIVAL!! We are ... LIVE!! 80,000 strong from the Wembley Stadium at Revival XII, in the biggest night of the year! I am joined, as always, by my broadcast partners, James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey!
Roberts: I'm so pumped! It's REVIVAL night!
Jeffrey: You know what, I'm so happy, that I'm gonna let Roberts verbally jizz all over the announce desk! Hell yeah, it's REVIVAL NIGHT, BAY-BAY!
Phoenix: Tonight, we have SEVEN blockbuster matches for you, and the first of those is tonight's main event: Jacob Scharff will challenge Eddie Wolfbaine for the 4CW World Championship!
Roberts: And that is a match that will go down in history, no doubt, but we also have a fatal 5 way consisting of five of the best here in 4CW, all duking it out for the 4CW Universal Championship! Brian White defends against Jon Viper, Phil McGroin, Glock Nine and Clyde Bonham!
Jeffrey: And maybe the match I am looking forward to most tonight - it's gonna be Pilgrim Paige vs Witch Hazel, in a Graveyard by Moonlight match, for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship!
Phoenix: And if you thought we were done with title matches, boy, are you mistaken! Tonight, we will revive the 4CW Tag Team Championships in an Open Challenge!
Roberts: Rhys Cain and Reamer will take their blood feud to another level tonight in a King of the Hill match - with Rhys Cain's career on the line!
Jeffrey: And don't forget that MONSTAR will be taking on the entirety of The Supergroup, in a 5-on-1 Handicap match!
"Step" by Ministry hits the PA system as Carson announces around the arena...
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a... I Don't Know But It Will Be Fucking Epic match! Introducing first, from Valhalla, New York, weighing in at 240lbs, DIRK ... MEEEYER!!
Jeffrey: OH BOY! It's time!! What we're about to see, well, it's gonna be fucking epic!
Roberts: So we've heard.
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts - who said you could talk?
Dirk Meyer pops out from behind the curtain to a sea of boos from the crowd. He comes down to the ring confidently, ignoring the crowd reaction. He slides into the ring and waits for his opponent.
The lights go black and four spotlights begin searching through the crowd. The screen lights up with a parental warning...
The following wrestler is not suitable for all ages
There will be Blood
There will be Violence
There will be no 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...
Carson: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at three hundred and thirty pounds, originally from Cleveland, Ohio... now hailing from Vallhalla... THIS IS SENECCAAA!!
Phoenix: Here comes Senecca - these two are moments away from their... apparently epic match... and I gotta say, I'm very intrigued as to what is coming!
Senecca starts walking down the ramp to the ring. as he makes it to the steps he pauses to look up at the ring and makes his way up the steps nonchalantly. As he gets to the top he casually leans against the turnbuckle post and looks out at the audience. He shifts his arms as if he's going to open up his ring jacket then smirks and climbs in through the middle rope.
Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots
Like brrap, brrap, brrap
As soon as "brrap, brrap, brrap" is said pyro goes off in the ring like a gunshot and Senecca opens his ring jacket as he gives a cocky smirk to the camera.
Meyer and Senecca are seperated to their respective corners, Meyer bobbing up and down, ready to pounce at Senecca any moment, and Senecca, confident as ever in his stature he waits grinning across the ring at Meyer's anger. Carson steps to the center of the ring to announce the rules for this match.
Phoenix: Finally the moment we've all been waiting for.
Roberts: Senecca is ready for this.
Jeffrey: Any moment now Dirk Meyer will explode and show Senecca what it means to be the REAL leader of S&M.
Suddenly, Meyer starts to rush forward to attack Senecca, but the referee gets in the way pushing him back the corner in the shuffle of things Senecca walks up behind Carson and grabs the mic out of his hand.
Senecca: "This is what you all want don't you!? You want to know how Senecca and Meyer are going to tear each other apart?"
Phoenix: Yes! it is what we want! Tell us how it's going to happen?
Senecca: "All you people here, in London England, are you ready for this FUCKING EPIC MATCH?"
Senecca walks around the ring motion to the crowd on all sides.
The crowd roars in response to Senecca's statements as he riles them up to get ready. Dirk Meyer holding himself steady behind the referee.
Senecca: "Well guess what!? You're finally going to hear it!"
Jeffrey: Spit it out already!
Roberts: Let the man speak!
Phoenix: I just need to know what kind of match to call...
Dirk Meyer pushed past the referee, running at Senecca, but suddenly when he gets in front of Senecca, he stops. and he tilts his head to the side smiling. The crowd lets out a sudden gasp of confusion as Dirk Meyer snatches the microphone from the hand of Senecca and turns to the crowd.
Dirk Meyer speaks, a crack in his voice as he speaks "It's not going to happennnn."
Senecca looks back at Dirk Meyer, and laughs to him as they turn their backs to each other, Senecca calling for another mic himself.
Senecca: "S&M was the greatest tag team that ever graced 4CW."
Dirk: "And you never appreciated them."
Senecca: "Senecca was the best Universal Champion in 4CW history."
Dirk: "And you forgot about him."
Senecca: "Dirk Meyer was the GM of this company."
Dirk: "And did he ever get a thank you?"
They both turn to face each other from opposite sides of the ring, shouting in unison into the mic "No!"
Dirk: "We came out, and we tore each other apart, all across 4CW, and the streets of NYC."
Senecca: "And what did we have to hear from the fans?"
Dirk: "Didn't do a lot for me..." Dirk says as he rubs his eyes of fake tears.
Senecca: "Maybe I'm not too familiar with the characters!" he reiterates with the same teary eyed response.
Jeffrey: I'm in shock. Do you think this is the return of S&M?
Phoenix: After all they've done to each other, you think they could work together?
Roberts: There is a tag team open challenge coming up later tonight!
Dirk, overhearing this from the commentators, shouts into the mic at them. "No, we're not coming back! We're walking out!"
Senecca: "Screw Lord Skywolf; and his power here."
Dirk: "Screw you fans; who can't remember legends like us."
Senecca: "And screw the rest of the roster; for thinking they deserve to be higher on the card then us."
They both drop the mics and jump through the ropes, Dirk Meyer reaches under the ring and pulls out two gym bags, tossing one to Senecca. He catches it and then head towards opposite of the barricade. Senecca makes a B-Line to the announce table, grabbing a headset off of Jeffrey's head. "And screw you fans at home! Give us a call Wolfie when you're ready to see us main event! Until then - WE QUIT."
Dirk Meyer and Senecca both jump opposite sides of the barricade, and walk down the aisles, they don't even turn around to the chorus of boos as they walk through the curtains and out of 4CW.
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the vacant 4CW Tag Team Championships!!
"Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage hits the PA system. The crowd cheer for the newest tag team in 4CW. Garret Fischer, 5'11, 220lbs, comes out, followed right behind by his bigger tag partner Bruce Rigg, 6'4, 310lbs. Fischer and Rigg both wear white attire, with the same 'shadowed man breaking free of chains' logo on Fischer's trunks and Rigg's singlet. They bump knuckles at the top of the ramp and start to walk down, slapping the hands of the fans on each side as they go.
Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 530lbs, Garret Fischer, Bruce Rigg, THE LIIIIBERATION!!
Fischer and Rigg enter the ring at the same time, sliding under the bottom rope. Rigg shakes the ropes wildly and then Fischer climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd. He jumps down, bumps knuckles with Rigg again, and they prepare for the arrival of their opponents.
Phoenix: We've not seen a lot of these two, but I have to say, I like them a lot! I have no idea who their challengers are tonight, but The Liberation are as good a bet as any to take away the Tag Titles tonight!
Jeffrey: I hope we see S&M reform!
Roberts: They JUST quit 4CW!
Jeffrey: SHUT UP, DON'T RUIN MY DREAMS!!
"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the PA system. The crowd are unsure how to react to this mystery team, so they decide on a mixed reaction. Two men come out from behind the curtain. Like The Liberation, one man is much bigger than the other. The smaller man is a handsome cruiserweight while the bigger man is big and vicious looking, with a protruding chin.
Carson: And their oopponents, from New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 48lbs, Maximillian Yesgill and Elfan Simtul, they are ... UMBRA ... MAXIMAAA!!
Both members of Umbra Maxima march down to the ring, taking in the big stage and also a look of determination etched on their faces.
Phoenix: I've heard of these two! They are dark, they are intimidating but most importantly - they could very well walk out of here Tag Team Champions!
Roberts: Well, don't be so sure - The Liberation have made a strong debut here in 4CW over the last couple of months and they will no doubt be more than prepared for any challengers!
Phoenix: I'm not sure how much you can prepare for a team like Umbra Maxima!
Jeffrey: We get to see four people beat each other up instead of the usual two - who cares who wins?
Once Umbra Maxima get in the ring, the referee sends them to opposing corners. Both teams have private discussions until they finally decide on who starts: Bruce Rigg starts the match and, somewhat surprisingly, the smaller Maximillian Yesgill starts on his side of the ring. The referee, satisfied that everyone is ready, rings the bell!
Phoenix: Here we go!!
Bruce Rigg and Maximillian Yesgill march towards the centre of the ring like a pair of bulls, albeit one much smaller. Yesgill strikes fast and punches Rigg three times before he can even comprehend what's happening. Yesgill follows it up with two chops, which cause Rigg to stumble one step back, before he gets frustrated and pushes forward, sending Yesgill flying back.
Yesgill jumps back up to his feet and runs at Rigg, but goes down to a stiff clothesline from Bruce. The bigger man picks up Yesgill and throws him into an empty corner. He then throws a few stiff elbows into Yesgill's face from short range and then whips him to the opposite corner. He runs at Yesgill and hits a huge corner clothesline and Yesgill slumps down.
Roberts: Bruce Rigg is the biggest man in this match, bigger even than Elfan Simtul, and he's showing that right now!
Rigg lifts up Yesgill, hooks him up, and exexutes a standard suplex before hooking the leg. 1..no! Yesgill kicks out almost immediately. Rigg smirks slightly and nods, understanding it's going to take much more than to take out this guy. Rigg lifts Yesgill back to his feet and once again whips him into the corner. Rigg runs at Yesgill at increasing speed, but Yesgill is able to lift his boot up at the last moment, hitting Rigg in the chin and sending him stumbling backwards, clutching his face.
Jeffrey: Boot to the face!
Yesgill sees his opportunity and runs forward, launching himself over Rigg and pulling him down for the Slingblade!
Phoenix: And that's what Yesgill calls the Lunar Lasso! What a move! He's gotta take advantage of this opening right here!
Yesgill seems to be of the same mindset as he starts to groggily move closer to Simtul. Rigg recovers surprisingly quickly from the move, but not quick enough, and as he gets back up to his feet, Yesgill is able to tag in Simtul.
Phoenix: 6'6, 280lbs.... Here. Comes. Simtul!
Roberts: Rigg is 6'4 and 310! I don't know who comes out on top here!
The two bigger man of their respective teams charge at each other and clash. They throw left and right blows, slowly at first but with increasing speed, until they are simply smashing eachother's faces in with little to no protection. Rigg staggers first and Simtul is able to create an opening, throwing in several blows without response. Simtul then grabs Rigg and whips him into the ropes. Rigg comes back and Simtul lifts him up and over for a back body drop. Simtul follows this up with a Leg Drop and pins Rigg! 1... 2... NO! Bruce Rigg kicks out!
Phoenix: Big leg drop - but only a two count!
Simtul continues the offence, grabbing Rigg and dragging him back up to his feet. He hooks Rigg's arm up over his neck and lifts him up for a suplex, landing it perfectly. Another quick cover. 1...2.. no! Rigg kicks out! Simtul growls as he gets back up and tries again, lifting Rigg back up and hitting a second picture perfect suplex. Another cover. 1...2.. no! Kickout!
Roberts: As nicely executed as those suplexes are, I think Simtul is going to have to up the ante a little bit!
Simtul lifts up Rigg once again, but this time he sends Rigg into the corner. Simtul runs at Rigg and jumps, hitting a Stinger Splash!
Phoenix: Simtul with the Total Eclipse! And that will set up for his big move!
Phoenix is proven right as Simtul falls back and allows Rigg to stumble into his path. He then lifts up the Scot, and sets him up in position for the Burning Hammer move.
Phoenix: He's going for Shadow Hammer! We could see a quick end to this match right here!!
Simtul seems to take a moment to grab Rigg properly, and this moment is all Rigg needs to wriggle out and reverse. He lands on his feet, spins around Simtul, clutches him around the waist, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex! Rigg covers Simtul! ONE... TWO... TH--NO!! Simtul kicks out!!
Roberts: Rigg almost caught Simtul by surprise there but Simtul had the wherewithal to kick out!
With both men down and Rigg having taken a bit of a beating at the hands of Simtul, he decides to check out and starts to slowly move over to his partner. Fischer on the apron, stamps loudly, trying to get the crowd to clap along which they do. He reaches out for Rigg and Rigg inches closer and closer. Simtul gets to his feet groggily as Rigg - MAKES THE TAG!
Jeffrey: There's the tag! Look out, Simtul!
Fischer wastes no time in getting into the action. He jumps up on to the top rope as Simtul approaches, springboarding off and taking out the big man with a Springboard Clothesline!
Phoenix: Look at Fischer fly! The Rotterdam Raven soars through the skies!
Jeffrey: Rotterdam Raven? Did you just make that up?
Phoenix: ... Maybe.
Fischer jumps up to his feet and runs around the ring, pumping up the crowd. They cheer along with his pumping up and Simtul gets back to his feet, only to be taken out with a snap DDT! Fischer hooks the leg! ONE.. TWO... NO! Simtul kicks out, and throws Fischer away. Fischer gets back up to his feet at the same time as Simtul and runs at him, taking him out with a running dropkick!
Roberts: Simtul falls flat on his ass! What a dropkick!
Fischer follows up with a kick to the head, which sends Simtul face first into the mat. Then he climbs on top of Simtul and locks in the Sovereign Crossface!
Phoenix: Sovereign Crossface is locked in! Will Simtul tap out?!
Roberts: We're on the verge of new tag team champions!
Jeffrey: Simtul needs to get out of this - fast!
Simtul uses his superior strength to move slowly towards the ropes, but Fischer holds on with all his might and applies as much pressure as possible! Simtul looks to be ready to tap, when suddenly, Yesgill is in the ring, and he breaks the submission with a boot to Fischer's head! The referee jumps in and tells Yesgill to get out of the ring. Rigg steps into the ring and chases after Yesgill, who quickly gets back out of the ring. The referee turns on Rigg, demanding he get out!
Roberts: The referee is trying to maintain order here!
Yesgill slides back into the ring while the referee is distracted with Rigg and kicks Fischer in the head one more time for good measure before rolling back out. Simtul covers Fischer as the ref's attention comes back to the match, with Rigg back on the apron. ONE... TWO.... NO!! Fischer kicks out!!
Phoenix: Fischer isn't done yet! What a contest this is turning out to be!
Simtul picks up Fischer, but Fischer is ready, and throws a rogue elbow into the back of Simtul's head. Simtul releases Fischer, who comes off the ropes and jumps on Simtul with an attempt at a Hurricanrana! Fischer swings - but Simtul holds his ground!! Simtul instead lifts Fischer to a Powerbomb position and runs forward towards Rigg's corner. He throws Fischer into the corner and Fischer inadvertently knocks Rigg off the apron!
Jeffrey: Rigg has been knocked off the apron!
Phoenix: Fischer has nowhere to go!
Fischer stumbles out of the corner, clutching his back in agony. Simtul lifts Fischer into a Powerbomb position. Yesgill climbs the turnbuckle, grabbing Fischer's head, and hits the assisted Shiranui which Simtul helps drive into a Powerbomb!
Phoenix: Umbra Maxima call that the Lunata Nusquam Arcus, otherwise known as the Crescent Arc! This one -is over!!
Simtul covers Fischer and the ref counts what is just a formality. ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners and the NEEEEEEWWW 4CW Tag Team Champions... UMBRA .... MAXIMAAAA!!!!
"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central once again blasts through the speakers as Yesgill helps Simtul up to his feet. They celebrate together as the referee takes the belts off the timekeeper and hands them to each member of Umbra Maxima. Yesgill and Simtul raise their titles high in the air and the crowd cheer - out of appreciation for a great tag team match.
Phoenix: Umbra Maxima are the NEW Tag Team Champions!
Jeffrey: I think I've found my new favourite tag team!
Roberts: And if Umbra Maxima and The Liberation are any indication as to what's to come with the Tag Team division here in 4CW, we're in for a hell of a ride!!
Phoenix: The Graveyard by Moonlight match is just ahead. This will be the culmination of an intensely personal, very heated feud between two former stablemates: the defending Custom Cup champion, Pilgrim Paige; and the challenger—Paige's once close friend—a young woman we've come to know as Witch Hazel.
Jeffrey: Yeah, and it's been quite the little hellride on the way to Revival, for sure. This all started four months ago at War. The Coven disbanded in the wake of Hazel's unexpected and barbaric attack on Paige and Tsukiko; an attack that put Paige temporarily out of action. In the months that followed, Hazel began clawing her way through her former allies, singling out Paige in particular as a corrupt champion; one who's sought only self-gain, even at the expense of others—including friends. The story behind The Coven's dissolution—the straw that broke the witch's back, as it were—has slowly come to light, and boy, it ain't pretty! I mean, what kind of idiot actually believes that covertly medicating your friend is in her best interests?
Roberts: Well, it all comes to a head tonight! Paige's precious gold is on the line, with a stipulation of her own design. Past experience has taught us to expect pure chaos in a Graveyard by Moonlight match. This will be nasty, and not for the faint of heart!
The all-too-familiar Graveyard by Moonlight ambiance is in full swing: the ringside area is cloaked in a low fog, with two tall ladders placed at opposite sides of the ring; the same is true of two unmarked tombstones, propped up against the barricades. Of further note are the ritual table and the big spotlight hanging ominously above the ring. And finally, at the bottom of the ramp, is the coup de grace: an impressively ostentatious black-and-gold casket.
Jeffrey: All the ex-Coven gals really know how to make a grand entrance at our pay-per-views. I can't wait to see what Hazel has in store!
An awkwardly long moment of anticipation comes and goes. Then, a horribly flustered attendant of some sort appears on stage, walking at a good clip. In his right hand, he carries a big unicorn plushie and in his right, a small plastic object with buttons on it.
Jeffrey: Well, fuck.
Phoenix: RAY!
Jeffrey: Oh, right; I forgot, this is a family show. Heh.
Rounding ringside, the attendant heads straight over to the commentary desk. He plunks the unicorn and a remote control of some kind down on the table, right in front of Ray Jeffrey, then motions to a spare headset.
Attendant: Get that headset live.
Roberts: What the hell is going on?!
Attendant: Just do it. Please.
The man repeatedly tries and fails to gingerly place a spare headset on the plush toy's head. Phoenix helps the attendant out by providing some plot-convenient duct tape and together, the two manage to get the job done. All the while, Ray is examining the (otherwise pristine) plushie and remote control.
Jeffrey: Uhhh... what the hell am I supposed to do with this?!
The attendant says something like, "You'll figure it out," hops up onto the apron to address Michael Carson, and then eagerly returns to the backstage area. Carson appears to be only mildly agitated tonight; Hazel's bizarre antics are becoming the norm of late.
Carson: *ahem* Please welcome... joining the 4CW broadcast team for the upcoming match... *sigh*... LICKY THE UNICORN!
Wembley Stadium pops for a plushie.
Jeffrey: Ahahaha! Ya know what? Screw it!
*Ray makes Licky "wave" for the camera.*
Carson raises the mic again.
Carson: The following contest is a Graveyard by Moonlight match, and is for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship! This match will be contested with no disqualifications. Victory must be achieved by using the spotlight above the ring to illuminate the casket while it is occupied, and the lid must remain closed during illumination.
The arena lights dim as Lycia's gothic dirge "Baltica" begins. Bluish-white spotlights dance about the stage. Two pale, silvery eyes appears on the 4CWTron. Suddenly, it malfunctions, glitching into broken images and then freezing. About ten seconds into the song, 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 an eerie, abandoned amusement park under dark, foreboding skies. The imagery fades to black, and those silver eyes reappear on the screen.
Jeffrey: Okay; now it's time for pomp and circumstance!
The arena speakers are taken on a hellish carnival ride as Sigh's "Inked in Blood" blares away. The lights go up, and Witch Hazel appears on stage to a huge pop, wearing very ornate attire, with (faux) fur trim and various found items, including small animal skulls and colorful feathers. She confidently strolls to the top of the ramp and lets loose a fierce, ear-rattling howl, complemented by a huge burst of silver pyro!
Carson: Introducing first, the challenger... from both everywhere... and nooowheeere... weighing in at 128 pounds... WITCH! ... HAAAZELLL!
Hazel takes off toward the barricade—leaps—and smoothly runs the length of the barrier from ramp to ringside! At the end of her run, she jumps off and lands, hands-and-knees, on the casket. She lies back on it, sprawling out and writhing about sensuously. Witch Hazel then slithers into the ring and climbs the near turnbuckles, windmilling her hair around. Her headbanging doesn't last long, however—her music abruptly cuts out, as do the arena lights.
The acoustic guitar intro of Elvenking's "The Manifesto" begins, backed by the crackling of burning wood. Dancing green spotlights flit about at stage right, evoking a fever-dream atmosphere as lush green foliage rises up from below the stage. Al but one spotlight cuts out; the lone remaining beam focuses on a small region of stage right, casting an eerie glow over long branches that appear as the hidden platform continues its ascent. Soon, a tall oak tree is on full display at stage level. The tree's trunk has six rectangular wooden boards nailed into it, serving as a ladder; each step has been painted a different color of the rainbow. These steps lead up to a deep, oval opening in the tree trunk, which is outlined with colorful string lights. The soft glow of this display gives hints of a woman's face within the dark interior of the trunk. The song evolves into an epic folk metal tune, and Pilgrim Paige leans out of her hideaway, letting out a powerful "WOOOOOO!!!" as a ton of green pyro goes off in the background! Paige descends the rainbow steps to a huge mixed response, with a vocal majority of boos.
Roberts: Okay, I'll admit it; this is another awesome display from Paige!
Jeffrey: Someone should tell Paige her roots are showing! Ahahaha! I am so hyped for this.
Tonight, the Lunar Pilgrim is wearing an alternate attire, namely a cropped and long-sleeved top with a colorful pattern on the chest, and purple-tinged black tights. The spotlight follows Paige as she walks to center stage, but cuts out when it gets there; so does the song. The stage is thrown into darkness once more—even the string lights shut off. Illumination soon comes in the form of a "waterfall" of purple pyro raining down in front of the entryway. The onset of this pyro shower is immediately followed by Mammoth Storm's "Fornjot" growling through the speakers. The lights go up, and Paige strides down the ramp in total focus.
Carson: Hailing from Newfoundland, Canada and now residing on... The DAAARK Side of the MOOOON... weighing in at 134 pounds... she is the reigning Custom Cup Champion... "The Golden Pilgrim"... PAAAIIIGE!
Paige slides into the ring and immediately charges at Hazel, tackling her to the mat! At far ringside, a disgruntled-looking ref calls for the opening bell. It rings, and the Graveyard by Moonlight is underway!
Jeffrey: WOOHOOHOO!
Witch Hazel covers up as Paige throws wild lefts and rights, then rabbit-kicks the Lunar Pilgrim off of her. Undeterred, the defending champion darts toward her prey again, but Hazel swiftly kips up and hits a deep arm drag; then another when Paige rolls to her feet and charges forward once more. Paige is slower to her feet this time, so Hazel approaches and grabs a handful of hair. Before Hazel can follow up, however, her right leg is taken out from under her, courtesy of a nasty chop block from Paige!
Roberts: Fast-paced action thus far, with neither woman gaining the upper hand yet.
Phoenix: We're still in the very early goings of this match, and if history has taught us anything, neither of these athletes is going down easy tonight.
Pilgrim Paige stomps away on her former stablemate, driving the sole of her boot repeatedly into Hazel's midriff. Picking the challenger up by the head, Paige follows up with a hard knee to the ribs, dropping Hazel onto her hands and knees. The Golden Pilgrim allows Hazel to pull herself up using the ropes, only to whip her across the ring and send her sailing through the air with a big back body drop! Hazel crashes to the mat and flops over in a heap by the ropes. Before Paige can get to her, she wisely grabs the bottom rope, pulls herself onto to the apron and drops to the foggy ringside floor!
Jeffrey: Hey, that was pretty slick!
Roberts: I can't believe I'm saying this, but—great ring awareness by Hazel there!
*Jeffrey is fiddling with the remote control, trying to figure it out. He pushes a small button on the side.*
Licky the Unicorn: HEI! [in a poor reproduction of Hazel's voice]
Roberts: AHHH!!! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!
Jeffrey: Geez, calm down, James! It's just a cute toy!
Roberts: With creepy, jury-rigged voice technology. *shudder* Wonder if I'm on that.
Jeffrey: Hmm...
Paige exits the ring, dropping to the floor and looking around. She takes a stroll around ringside, but there's no Hazel to be found. She asks the commentary team whether they've spotted her since she dropped to the floor. Everyone tells her they haven't.
Phoenix: Can't say I have.
Roberts: Nope.
Jeffrey: Hey, what does the "P.P." button do?
*He presses it.*
Licky the Pilgrim: WOOOOOO!!!
Paige: What the hell?!
Jeffrey: Ahahahaha! That's you!
Annoyed, Paige steps away from the commentary table, and right into Hazel's headlong suicide dive through the ropes! Paige is driven spine-first into the table! The crowd roars!
Jeffrey: Hypersexual Batwoman takes flight, WOOO!
Phoenix: Man, what a dive by Hazel! And what's more, she utilized Paige's own love of pageantry against her, keeping low to the ground and sneaking away to throw the champ off her game!
Jeffrey: Well, it's about time! I've been telling you guys for months there's a method to Hazel's madness.
Hazel pets Licky, then sets about hoisting Paige up onto her shoulders, in the electric chair position. The silver-haired sorceress turns to face the ring, leans forward and swings Paige down face-first onto the apron! A resounding "OOH!" rings out through the arena. Paige winds up in a daze and on her knees. Hazel sees her opportunity and takes it, delivering a dropkick to the middle of Paige's back, rendering the champion motionless in the fog!
Roberts: It's been all Hazel since that dive through the ropes!
Jeffrey: Yeah, and it's awesome—but never count the Lunar Pilgrim out! Like her or not, she's one of 4CW's most resilient talents and devilishly crafty.
Hazel makes her way over to the ritual table and retrieves two items: a large pewter goblet, and a long chain necklace with a fancy pentagram pendant. She puts on the necklace heads back over to Paige—who by now is gingerly using the ring apron to help get herself back up—and smashes her in the small of the back with the goblet! Hazel then draws her arm back and swings again, driving the tin chalice into Paige's back with such force, it dents! Another loud response from the fans gathered at Wembley. Hazel tosses her damaged weapon aside and rolls her rival back into the ring, following close behind. She sets Paige up against the turnbuckles, facing the crowd. At this point, Hazel switches to wielding the chain necklace like a whip. The crowd is a abuzz with uneasy anticipation.
Roberts: I don't like the looks of this!
Licky the Roberts: I don't like the looks of this!
Jeffrey: HA! That's you, James! But seriously—this is gonna be gruesome.
With the champion stunned in the corner, Hazel draws back and then whips the pentagram pendant down across Paige's back—with authority! The fans seem both appalled and delighted all at once, unable to look away; even as the hell-raising hedge witch repeats this whipping attack a second, third and fourth (final) time—the last of which actually draws blood!
Phoenix: Just brutal!
Jeffrey: True. Still, I can't help but think of this all from Hazel's side. I mean, that must have been so cathartic for her!
Witch Hazel now wraps the chain tightly around Paige's throat, restricting the flow of air. Ensuring maximum control, she presses a knee into Paige's back, pinning her firmly against the turnbuckles.
Roberts: Witch Hazel clearly has no reservations about taking advantage of this match's "no holds barred" nature.
Phoenix: And in wise fashion. If she can render Paige unconscious, it'll all but guarantee a win for her tonight!
Paige's face begins to turn blue and soon, it becomes yet deeper and deeper shades until finally, she manages to drill Hazel in the crotch with a desperate, instinctive rear kick! Paige gasps for air in the corner as Hazel drops to the mat, temporarily incapacitated (to say the least). The crowd "oohs", then loudly boos the self-proclaimed Golden Pilgrim.
Jeffrey: Oh, no! My future wife's babymaker!
Roberts: Blech!
Phoenix: RAY!
Licky the Phoenix: RAY!
Phoenix: *sigh* Gentlemen—could we actually call the match at hand? *ahem That was an absolutely critical counter for the defending champion. I was quite certain Hazel had this match in the bag, then Paige pulled off that low blow outta nowhere. Let's see if she can capitalize!
Breath regained, Pilgrim Paige takes off to ringside and retrieves a 15-foot ladder. She slides it into the ring beside Hazel, who's still curled up in a ball on the mat, nursing her groin in agony. Paige carefully sets the ladder up in the corner, resting it horizontally across the middle ropes. She then turns around and gives Hazel a kick to the solar plexus; adding insult to injury, and vice versa. Wasting no time, Paige brings Hazel to a vertical base and irish whips Hazel. This gets reversed at mid-ring, however, and Paige smacks into the ladder—further damaging her aching, welt-riddled back. Hazel comes charging in, but Paige suddenly springs into action, ducks low and tosses Hazel overhead—a massive back body drop onto the elevated ladder! At the same time, Hazel's legs hit the top turnbuckle, causing a particularly inelegant landing that sees Hazel get folded up like an accordion. She lies near-motionless, splayed out on the ladder. A "HOLY SHIT" chant breaks out.
Roberts: What a reversal by Pilgrim Paige!
Phoenix: Scintillating!
Paige pulls Hazel legs away from the top turnbuckle and positions the dazed young woman horizontally across the suspended ladder. Moving a little slower now, and still favoring her lower back, Paige heads up to the top rope, quickly finding her balance in this familiar territory. With a devilish grin and a high leap, the malicious Moon Maiden drives both boots into Hazel's abdomen! On impact, the ladder bows at its middle and one side of it slips from the ring rope, sending both women tumbling awkwardly to the canvas! Applause and "oohs" make up much of the crowd response, though a brief "FUCK YOU, PAIGE" chant finds it place, too.
Phoenix: A devastating application of Footprints on the Moon! Talk about impact!
Roberts: Yeah, but both are women are down! When Paige slipped off the ladder, she hit the mat pretty hard. Both competitors will have to dig down deep to recover.
Jeffrey: Oh, they'll recover—no doubt about it. This match has already been vicious, sure enough; but though they're down right now, you just know these two aren't done tearing each other apart!
Half a minute passes before the combatants begin to stir. The crowd is still hot, clapping and duel-chanting in an effort to rally both athletes back into action. Paige is up first; then an off-balance Hazel, who needs some help from the ropes. Paige sees this and dashes straight at Hazel for a clothesline, but gets ducked and tossed overhead—yet she saves herself at the last second by grabbing the rope and turning her body in mid-air, landing on the apron. Before Hazel can turn around, Paige grabs a handful of hair and slams her down!
Roberts: Not pretty, but effective—seems to be the running theme for this match, huh?
Licky the Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts!
Jeffrey: AHAHAHAHA!!! I love this thing!
*He presses the "RJ" button again*
Licky the Jeffrey: That's what your mom said last night!
*Ray lays his head on the table, body heaving in a fit of laughter.*
Getting her second wind, Paige runs the apron and ascends the turnbuckles at the commentary end of the ring, wisely picking the side without the ladder hazard. Hazel finds her feet, only to be taken off them again as the Lunar Pilgrim hits a flying cross body! Hazel digs down deep and rolls through the impact—right back up to her feet! From here, she swings one leg forward, then back and follows through the motion, hitting a quick somersault leg drop to the champ's chest. Hazel lets out a primal growl, getting herself and the crowd pumped up as she finds her own second wind. The Lunatic Minge pulls her groggy rival up to a vertical base, spins her around and drops her with the Headliner reverse DDT! The crowd pops; the vast majority are firmly behind Hazel at this point. She puts Paige in a seated position on the mat, stepping over the dazed champion's shoulders.
The crowd at Wembley: HAZEL, GIVE US A WAVE! HAZEL, HAZEL, GIVE US A WAVE!!
Hazel obliges, waving to the 80, 000+ fans in the arena—or, at least, the ones on the hard cam side. With the crowd satisfied, Hazel gets down to business, turning Paige belly-down. On straightened arms, Hazel thrusts her pelvis multiple times, repeatedly slamming Paige's head into the mat.
Jeffrey: Woohoo! It's the Minge Binge!
Roberts: I feel like I've said this before, but there's no way she's calling it that.
Jeffrey: Well why not, James? Y'know, not everyone is as repressed as you are. Besides, what else should I call it?
Phoenix: Thigh-trap? You know—like the Flytrap.
Jeffrey: Ha! Not bad, Scott. Always knew you'd come to the dark side one day.
Paige rolls out to ringside, resting on hands and knees beside the casket. Hazel also heads to ringside, folding the other ladder up and sliding it into the ring. She carefully sets it up in the middle of the ring, then turns her attention to her opponent. Paige was playing possum, however; she takes full advantage of the dupe, grabbing one of Hazel's ankles and pulling her off her feet. Maintaining a grip on Hazel's leg, Paige violently pulls the challenger's leg, dragging her down to the floor with a sickening thud! Not satisfied, the Golden Pilgrim forces Hazel back up and then whips her against the casket, which Hazel bounces off of, winding up fazed at the bottom of the ramp!
Roberts: Really aggressive contest on our hands here!
Phoenix: Hazel is down and out—definitely a big opening for Paige. Let's see if she has enough sense left to realize it.
She does. After shaking the cobwebs out, Paige promptly sets about heaving Hazel inside the casket. It's a strain on her back. but the Lunar Pilgrim eventually does succeed in this task, and re-enters the ring to begin the next one: climbing the rungs of a 15-foot ladder. Back aching and emotions running high, the Lunar Pilgrim gradually reaches the top rung of the ladder, makes a grab for the spotlight and gets dropkicked off of it by a springboarding sorceress; the surprisingly well-recovered Witch Hazel! Paige crashes to the floor from 15 feet in the air, ladder toppling down right beside her!
Phoenix: Don't count Hazel out yet!
Jeffrey: What's this—her third wind now? Great resilience on display tonight!
Roberts: Wow, an insightful comment with no vulgar—
Licky the Glock: Fuck off, cuntflaps!
*James sighs.*
Another spot of rallying from the crowd helps Hazel fight her way back to her feet. She slides out of the ring and knocks everything off the ritual table, ultimately setting it up in front of the casket.
Roberts: Oh, lord! What the hell is she scheming up in that head of hers now?
Witch Hazel returns to the ring, looking a bit worse for wear. She grabs Paige and pulls her—on hands and knees—out to the ring apron and, ultimately, on top of the casket itself. Hazel stands, then pulls Paige up into a standing headscissors. The crowd "oohs" in suspense. Hazel scoops Paige up for a powerbomb, but Paige rakes her face and violently sways back, bringing herself to hang upside-down in front of Hazel's knees. From this position, she reaches as far as she can and manages to grab hold of the ring apron, defending against Hazel's attempts to hoist her back up. Frustrated, the silver-haired sorceress relinquishes the hold, leaving Paige to slither under the ropes and back into the ring. Paige stands—turns—and takes a forearm to the face with such force behind it, she drops to the mat in a crumpled heap! Soon, a "YOU GOT FUCKED UP!" chant echoes through the stadium.
Jeffrey: Man, that was STIFF!
Phoenix: An utterly savage strike from the challenger! Paige is a great escape artist, but she got caught out big-time on that exchange. Hazel may have this! You got yourself an opening, kid—take advantage of it!
Touching a hand to the lacerations her ex-best friend has clawed into her face, Hazel is both literally and figuratively seeing red. Still, she shakes the cobwebs out, grabs the champion one more time and drags her off to ringside. Soon, the ritual table once again has an item on it: the splayed form of Pilgrim Paige!
Roberts: This is gonna be—
Licky the Miz: AWWWESOOOME!
Phoenix: We could get sued for that, Ray.
Jeffrey: Nah, this is all just fiction, anyway. Fuck 'em!
Hazel hops up onto the apron, then climbs to the top rope. She sizes up the distance and angle needed for her dive. The crowd oohs and tries to warn Hazel off of leaping from where she is.
Phoenix: No, no, no! Too far, too far!
Standing on the top turnbuckle, Hazel looks around, taking in the audience's perspective on it. Nodding, she changes tact. Hazel focuses on the rope alongside her, takes a deep breath and gingerly walks the rope all the way to its middle. From here, Hazel turns to face the table, bends at the knees and launches herself through the air—bypassing the casket entirely—and drives Paige through the table with a springboard swanton bomb!!! Wembley Stadium erupts in a cacophony of cheers, chants and applause!
Jeffrey: Replay!
Phoenix: Well, somewhere in that pile of mangled limbs and splintered wood will be the Custom Cup champion when this is all said and done. I hope it's worth the cost, 'cause this has been one hell of a price to pay for it.
A chorus of boos rings out as Tsukiko Mizuno comes running down to check on Paige—and Hazel, too, apparently. So does the ref, cold demeanor and all. Neither competitor is particularly responsive.
Roberts: Oh, this could be bad!
Phoenix: Sadly, we may get a repeat of last year's "no contest" outcome—a bit differently, mind—if these gals don't come round in good time.
*Ray Jeffrey fiddles around with the remote. He presses the "TM" button. Something strange turns up in the voice playback.*
Licky the Exposition Unicorn: I don't see any other way at this point.
Jeffrey: Hey, someone get a live mic on this soft toy.. thingy.
A ringside attendant tends to this matter, resulting in... well...
The recording ends, and Jeffrey hands the mic off to the attendant. With this—in the simplest of terms—Tsukiko Mizuno is all but booed out of the building. Hazel begins to stir. A moment later, so does Paige. She looks up to see Tsukiko staring down at her, face tight with the effort of blocking out the backlash of 80, 000 people. Tsukiko helps Paige to her feet and turns toward the stage, but Paige stays put. She's a bit unsteady and clearly in a world of hurt—but vertical.
Roberts: Oh, don't tell me these two hyenas are gonna take off with their tails between their legs—again!
On hands and knees, Hazel suddenly pounces at the unaware Paige, knocking her into Tsukiko and bowling both women over at the bottom of the ramp. Tsukiko lands hard on her side, momentarily pinned under Paige at the time of impact. Her left hand ends up getting squashed under her own hip at the end of the fall. Sitting up, she attempts to cry out, but ends up sucking in air through gritted teeth and writhing in pain. Her ring finger and pinky seem to be broken. Just as Tsukiko has been for her so many times, Paige is right there beside her. Hazel visibly sighs, then gingerly gets to her feet with help from the casket.
Phoenix: Boy, this really escalated quickly.
Jeffrey: I kinda hate to say this, but Tsukiko kinda earned it. Think of it: she's built up plenty of bad karma recently; is always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong; and got off pretty easy as far as this whole Hazel thing is concerned.
Hazel rounds ringside and wearily calls for the attendant. The befuddled young man brings her Licky's microphone, then Hazel slides into the ring. Ribs aching, winded, and cheeks stained with dried blood, she raises the mic to her painted lips.
Hazel: Hei! Get some help out here, please!
Two medics come running down the ramp Hazel looks remorseful for a long moment. Abruptly, her demeanor shifts. Smirking, she points at Tsukiko.
Hazel: Medics—this woman needs 10cc's of anti-bitch juice, STAT! Teeheehee!
This elicits laughter and—bizarrely—a brief "ANTI BITCH JUICE!" *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!* chant. Paige's face is tight with pain and frustration. Hazel's grin slowly fades, and soon, her expression softens.
Hazel: *sigh* Hazel didn't mean to hurt Kiko, Paige. It was an accident. But now, Kiko is hurt. And those two nice people are here to help. But we're still in the middle of a match. So Hazel wonders if thisPaige will keep fighting? If she is different from last year's Paige, then it's a "yes". If not... will she just throw in the towel and go with Tsukiko, like at Gallows End? *her tone becomes mocking; she lets out an exaggerated gasp* But that would mean Mr. Monorail was right all along; that Paige is no true champion at all, and the Paige that Hazel used to know is gone forever!
This earns an "OOOOOOH!" from the fans.
Hazel: That's not what Hazel wants. She wants to see her old friend stand up and fight. Will you, Paige?
Too pained to speak, Tsukiko's eyes do it for her. Mostly, they convey rage. Paige appears to be reassuring that she'll be fine, and plants a kiss on her cheek. Then Paige nods to the medics, turns away, and faces down Hazel.
Jeffrey: WOOO! She's gonna fight! Hell ye—
*SLAP!*
Tsukiko has just spun Paige around and slapped her in the face with her one good hand.
The commentary team: Holy shit!
Licky the Skywolf: Uhhh... I dunno, man!
*James and Scott stare at Ray*
Jeffrey: What? I really needed a tension-breaker!
Paige loudly calls Tsukiko out: first, for interfering when she said she wouldn't; and second, for flipping out when Paige chose to fight, exactly as Kiko had told her she should. The medics finally turn Tsukiko away and head up the ramp. Paige carefully climbs back into the ring, still moving like she's been hit by a bulldozer from that brutal Swanton, as well as the collision with Tsukiko. Pleased with this outcome, Hazel kicks the ladders out the ring and faces her opponent.
Jeffrey: Well, now we're talkin'! Paige is still in this thing; Hazel is, well, Hazel; and Tsukiko is presumably off to go get debitchified! Truly, all is right with the world.
Pilgrim Paige approaches Hazel, wobbles, and groggily falls to her knees. Hazel rushes her opponent, dives forward and gets a nasty forearm strike to the head, courtesy of the crafty Moon Maiden! Hazel reels, turning away, but Paige is hot on her trail. She runs past Hazel, hits the ropes and nails the stunned sorceress with a running Codebreaker! The crowd oohs.
Jeffrey: Damn, Hazel got punked!
Roberts: I really thought Paige gave out just now!
Phoenix: Very wise instance of "playing possum" that may spell the beginning of the end for Witch Hazel.
Pilgrim Paige hits the floor and with great effort, manages to hoist a ladder back into the ring. Setting it up in the middle of the ring, she grabs a hold of Hazel, picks her up and sadistically bashes her face off the middle rungs! The challenger collapses in a heap on the canvas, unmoving. Sensing victory, Paige drags Hazel across the ring and hastily dumps her into the casket. As Paige grabs the lid, she is met with a huge blast of silver mist to the face! In blind agony, Paige shoves the lid away, unseeingly pushing it down. The lid bangs shut, telling the now raging Lunar Pilgrim that her task has been successful.
Phoenix: BRAIN FOG! Hazel got her with the Brain Fog at the last second!
Jeffrey: Yeah, but she's still stunned and shut away in that casket.
Paige reels, swinging around in all directions and throwing blind haymakers; the silver mist's strange effect has already set in. She bumps back-first into the ladder; at this, she swings around full-tilt and smacks it with a spinning backfist, bashing her knuckles into the unforgiving steel!
AHHHHH!!!
The crowd groans at this ghastly incident, watching on as Paige drops to her knees, shrieking in agony! A portion of the crowd gets a nasty "YOU DESERVE IT" chant going, but it doesn't build much steam.
Roberts: Good lord that's just brutal!
Jeffrey: Something's gotta be broken, no doubt. If Paige and Tsukiko are somehow still an item after tonight, they'll only have two good hands between them.
Phoenix: Sad to say, but I see absolutely no scenario in which she doesn't end up back on the injured list.
The Moon Maiden grabs hold of the ladder with her uninjured (left) hand. Using her teeth, she tears a chunk of fabric out of her right sleeve, balls it up in her mouth and bites down hard. Then, leading with her left hand and alternating between her right elbow and palm, Paige blindly climbs the ladder! In spite of themselves, some of the crowd cheer and applaud this gutsy showing.
Jeffrey: Well, Hazel wanted a fighting champion. Can't say now that she didn't get one!
Phoenix: Incredible courage on display, no doubt about it.
After a slow, touch-based climb, Pilgrim Paige finally reaches the topmost rung. Taking a deep breath, she hoists herself onto the top of the ladder, immediately stretching her left arm high to feel for the spotlight. Paige wobbles, unsupported for a brief time, but ultimately gets a grip on the spotlight's outer casing and regains her balance. From here, the champion feels around for the manual switch. A brief search yields success, and through her blurred vision, her eyes are pained by the sudden bright beam of light. With gritted teeth, Paige blindly turns the spotlight to her left, attempting to line it up with the casket, hoping for the bell to soon ring. Utterly unwittingly, she soon aligns the light perfectly with the casket; just as the challenger clambers out and slides back into the ring!
Phoenix: Oh! So close. What an effort by the champion!
Jeffrey: I don't think she even realizes where Hazel is right now!
On noodle legs, Hazel claws her way up the other side of the ladder. To Paige's credit, she does sense something is wrong; she's tried just about every possible left-facing angle the spotlight can be put in. She carefully feels her way back down to the top rung and just starts to climb the rest of the way down, just as Hazel hauls herself up to the top! Desperate, she leans forward, grabs Paige by the shoulders and pulls her back up! Paige throws left-handed strikes, but is quickly shut down by a wild flurry from Hazel that ends in a headbutt. Paige's head lolls back, but then suddenly darts forward, and Hazel narrowly avoids getting hit with the Moon Mist, ducking her head at the last second! The crowd oohs and ahhs.
Roberts: Hazel had it scouted! Very impressive awareness.
Hazel rises back up with great quickness, grabs hold of Paige's right hand and bashes it on the top of the ladder! Paige bites down as hard as possible on the balled-up fabric, throws her whole body into a last, desperate left-hand haymaker—and is dodged again by the challenger. This wild punch puts Paige off-balance, turning her round on the ladder. Seizing the moment, Hazel grabs Paige by the head and pulls back, forcing the champ's upper body to bend back against the top of the ladder. Using Paige's shoulders for balance and carefully maneuvering one leg at a time, Witch Hazel traps the Lunar Pilgrim in a lotus lock at 15 feet above the ring! Throwing caution to the wind, she leans back, dangling upside-down from the ladder with Paige's arms and neck caught up in the deadly Flytrap! The roof threatens to fly off the stadium as 80, 000 plus go absolutely nuts!
Phoenix: I can't believe my eyes! Tell me I'm dreaming, James!
*Roberts and Jeffrey don't reply, watching on in awestruck silence. One muscle on Jeffrey's body does move, however.
Good Ol' Licky Ross: BAH GAWD, SHE'S BROKEN IN HALF!
15 feet above the ring, Hazel takes in her particularly unique view of the Wembley fans. Every last one of them on their feet. With an inverted version of an upside-down frown, she looks up—er, down—and seems to work out the logistics of getting the hell out of her own hold. When the time comes that Paige is no longer struggling, Hazel takes a deep breath; grabs the lowest rung she can; carefully relinquishes the hold; and back-rolls off of the unconscious Pilgrim Paige, bumping awkwardly against the ladder as she flips back down. All told, when Hazel's feet hit the canvas, she's ultimately okay. Unfortunately for Paige, without anything keeping her insensible body in place any longer, it sways violently to the left and begins to free-fall. Many in the arena gasp, fearing the worst. Unthinking, Hazel turns, steps back and readies herself—ultimately managing to catch Paige under the arms and break the fall. The audience applauds.
Roberts: Don't see that every day. Or any of this chaos, really!
Muscles aching and covered in sweat, Hazel heaves a sigh and wearily drags Paige over to the apron. From here, she sets her former friend down into the casket and shuts the lid tight. Turning back to the ladder, the silver-haired sorceress checks its positioning, fixes it slightly and carefully makes her ascent. Soon, Hazel reaches the top, aims the spotlight, and illuminates the golden casket! The bell rings, and "Inked in Blood" overtakes the speakers.
DING! DING! DING!
Carson: Here is your winner, and the NEW Custom Cup Champiooon... WITCH HAZEL!
Jeffrey: Holy shit and how d'ya do, that was absolute madness!
Phoenix: What a gruelling, emotionally hyper-charged contest! No one's coming out of this one quite the same as they were going in! James, any thoughts?
Roberts: Scintillating; scary; gruesome. Just a few adjectives that describe the—
Licky the Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts!
Roberts: Very funny, Ray.
Jeffrey: Ahahahahaha!
Smiling from ear to ear, Hazel climbs down from the ladder and has her title handed to her. She raises it high in the air as the scenes fades to black and we cut to an ad!
The arena goes dark for a moment as the Titantron lights up. Backstage you see a door with the label 'SaNItY'.
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A hand reaches across the name with a rag and wipes the end of the sign off revealing it actually says SANITATION.
???: "Hello propellers! Me have a great idea! Me was cleaning up and me found this." a high pitched voice says, as it walks on screen, you recognize it as, the one and only, Drunkin Janitur, he holds up a piece of paper that looks like it has been run over by several cars, dripping with brown liquid.
Janitur: "It is me contract! And Me has been a 4CW Superstar for long time, but me want to compete with zee best of competitors here! So starting next month! Me will start the Janitur Open Challenge! If any superstar can beat I, you will get I contract! Hope you be ready for the wreath of the Janitur!"
The camera cuts back to the arena.
"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system. Immediately, the crowd erupt in a tidal wave of boos. A group of five come out on to the magnificent Revival stage. First, Zak E Justice and Nik Waverly; cornrows, bandanas and shades to go with their extremely douchy attire (complete with tights w/ tassles), Myback comes out with a heatpad taped to his back as he walks. Carlos Starr comes out sporting an afro, with similarly douchy shades and a bandana that Nik and Zak wear, and finally, out comes Rane, dressed in her usual blue garb, but notable with cornrows also on her masked head.
Carson: The following contest is a 5-on-1 Handicap match, scheduled for one fall... introducing first, the group consisting of Zak E Justice, Nik Waverly, Carlos Starr, Myback and Rane... THE SUUUUPERGROUP!!
The quintet walk down to the ring in various fashions. Zak E and Nik acting like they are god's gift to wrestling and drinking in the 80,000 strong sea of boos as if they were cheers. Rane walks down with a stance that suggest she would look determined if not for the mask covering her face, Myback seems more concerned with securing his heat pad and Carlos Starr allows a kid from the crowd on the ramp to feel his 'fro.
They all slide into the ring one by one. When they get in, they all pose in unison, with a peace sign. They all then turn one by one to the entrance ramp to await their opponent.
"No Easy Way Out" by Robert Tepper hits the PA system. The crowd explode in support for the huge beast known as MONSTAR as he skulks out on to the stage, staring holes at his five enemies in the ring, focused and terrifying.
Carson: And their opponent, now residing in BIG BEEFCAKE, Oklahoma, standing at 7 feet tall and weighing in at 260lbs of unadulterated beefcake ... MONSTAAAAR!!
MONSTAR marches down to the ring with purpose as the Supergroup speak in hushed whispers to each other.
Phoenix: MONSTAR is not here to play around tonight! Look at the size on this machine!
Roberts: He's looking particularly jacked, alright! I don't know if The Supergroup really understand what's about to happen to them...
Jeffrey: Hey, there's five of them and only one of... you know what, I can't even pretend. This is gonna be a mauling.
MONSTAR climbs on to the apron and over the top rope, into the ring. All five members of The Supergroup bail and surround the outside of the ring while MONSTAR roars and taunts to the hard camera, beating his chest like a gorilla. The referee signals for one of The Supergroup to get into the ring to start the match. They argue between themselves and eventually Myback rolls into the ring, doing some very timid stretches in preparation for the match. The other members of The Supergroup climb on to the apron and the referee signals for the bell.
Myback moves back and forth a little, trying to feel out MONSTAR and learn his movements, but MONSTAR doesn't have time for such nuances, and simple extends his foot forward, knocking Myback down with a Big Boot.
Phoenix: BIG BEEFORAMA BOOT!
Myback stumbles back to his feet and MONSTAR lifts him up, hitting a body slam on Myback, the heatpad-clad coward slamming onto the mat hard. Myback writhes, clutching at his lower back while crawling towards his corner. MONSTAR steps back and rests against the opposite turnbuckle while Myback crawls over and tags in Carlos Starr.
Phoenix: Well, Myback didn't even land any offense on MONSTAR, and somehow I doubt Starr will be able to cope much better.
Starr runs in and MONSTAR meets him in the middle of the ring, swinging his arm for a clothesline. Starr ducks and runs to the ropes, then comes back and dropkicks MONSTAR from behind. MONSTAR barely budges. Starr jumps back up and climbs the turnbuckle. MONSTAR turns casually and Starr jumps off the top rope with a clothesline!
Jeffrey: The Shooting Star launches himself off the top rope!
Starr's clothesline hits MONSTAR - but MONSTAR not only doesn't move, but the impact of hitting something so solid crashes Starr to the mat suddenly. MONSTAR lifts up Starr into the air and over his head before simply launching him back towards his team, brushing his hands off, and shouting over "NEXT!"
Roberts: Carlos Starr dived from the top rope - and it was like a fly hitting a brick wall! MONSTAR is indestructible!
Rane surprises everyone when she tags herself in and enters.
Jeffrey: Maybe Rane can get a heads up on MONSTAR here - I mean, if anyone is more crazy than him, it's Rane!
Rane, masked and mysterious, stares down the giant across the ring from her. Then, she raises her arms, and throws them down, and the turnbuckles explode into water sprinklers. MONSTAR raises his eyebrow, almost amused, and Rane stands determined, heaving as the water starts to hit her. She doesn't coil like she usually does when the water touches her but instead pumps up. Her eyes light up with rage as she screams with the power of the water pumping blood through her veins and sprints at MONSTAR.
Jeffrey: Is Rane tapping into some mystic power?!
MONSTAR clotheslines her with the force of a truck, and Rane flips 270 before slamming on her face.
Roberts: Nope.
MONSTAR picks up Rane and throws her into an empty corner of the ring. He then runs at her and clotheslines her, causing her to slump down to the floor, her eyes looking hazy through the mask. MONSTAR lifts up the limp Rane and throws her, like he did Starr, back to the team. With only two members left not having felt MONSTAR's wrath, Waverly and Justice look at each other nervously. Justice nods at Waverly, and Waverly jumps down from the apron as Justice tags himself in.
Justice locks up with MONSTAR but is overpowered in half a second, and thrown away across the ring with brute force. MONSTAR pounces and drops him boots into the gut of Justice, before picking him up and throwing him into the corner. Justice hits the turnbuckle upside down and lands on his shoulders brutally. MONSTAR grabs him like a rag doll and rams him up against the turnbuckle, clutching him by the throat with a grin on his face.
Phoenix: MONSTAR is truly in the zone here! I don't think he's gonna end this match until each member is utterly incapacitated!
Roberts: This is just fun and games for MONSTAR!
MONSTAR stands at the opposite side of the ring to the cornered Justice. Suddenly, Waverly jumps up on the apron from the other side of the ring and distracts the ref. The ref comes over to him to get him back where he should be. In this exact moment, Rane, Myback and Starr all run across the apron to attack MONSTAR. They get a few punches in before MONSTAR decks them all with his gigantic elbows, knocking them down to the floor. Then, MONSTAR turns and hits another Big Boot, this time knocking Waverly off the apron!
Phoenix: MONSTAR is wiping out the entire group here! Can anything stop him?!
MONSTAR turns to Justice, still resting up against the turnbuckle and runs at him for a running Big Boot. At the last moment, Justice ducks, and MONSTAR gets his leg caught up on the top turnbuckle. It's a second enough for Justice to roll up MONSTAR and flip him over with a school boy!!
Jeffrey: JUSTICE IS GONNA STEAL THE WIN!!
ONE... TWO... THR--NO!!! MONSTAR bursts out of the cover, getting up to his feet within a second, looking intensely livid, while Justice scrambles to his feet, unsure what he can even do next. MONSTAR scoops up Justice, then takes a running start and hits a brutal Powerslam to the mat!!
Phoenix: BEEFCAKE ROIDER!! IT'S GOTTA BE ALL OVER!
MONSTAR jumps to his feet. He approaches the ropes and shakes them vigorously for at least ten seconds and the whole arena explodes in adrenaline. The crowd start a "MOOOONSTAR" chant and MONSTAR gives the camera a rare grin and then turns to finish the job.
He staggers.
MONSTAR stumbles back and holds the rope again.
Phoenix: Something seems to have staggered MONSTAR a little bit. Maybe one of The Supergroup got a lucky blow in?
MONSTAR shakes off the cobwebs and tries to step forward again, but this time he falls to one knee, clutching his arm and his chest.
Jeffrey: What the - ?
MONSTAR's eyes open wide, like he is experiencing something completely shocking and then, he falls face first on to the mat.
Roberts: I - I don't understand - is this a joke?
Justice, who is barely able to even comprehend where he is, looks over, and sees MONSTAR on the mat. He crawls over and drapes an arm over the giant.
ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners... THE SUUUUPERGROUP!!
The arena explodes in a sea of boos and confusion. "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco plays through the arena for the winners. From the top of the ramp, several paramedics are seen sprinting down towards the ring, two of them carrying a stretcher.
Phoenix: We're sorry for these distressing scenes folks - but something is clearly wrong with MONSTAR.
Jeffrey: Has someone sabotaged him somehow?
Roberts: I don't know what's going on - but it can't be anything good.
Justice slides out of the ring and the rest of The Supergroup help him up. They all look elated and hug eachother, crying and celebrating, their huge immovable foe vanquished. The Supergroup continue to celebrate up the ramp as their music plays, but the crowd is in a stunned buzz, as the paramedics put MONSTAR on to a stretcher. It takes five paramedics to push the stretcher up the ramp due to MONSTAR's size.
Phoenix: We're going to take a small break, ladies and gentlemen, due to this unforeseen circumstance. Don't go anywhere... we'll be back...
Phoenix: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We cannot give you a complete update on MONSTAR because it is an ongoing issue. All we know is that he's being rushed to a medical facility as we speak and we'll keep you updated when we know more - but the show must go on! It's time for the Universal Championship match!
Jeffrey: This match is gonna be awesome! We have Glock Nine, Phil McGroin, Jon Viper, the returning Clyde Bonham and of course, the champion, Brian White!
Phoenix: And before we get into this match we have a special announcement... we have a new inductee into the 4CW Hall of Fame! Here, is your first inductee in the Class of 2018...
We cut to the arena response as they all chant and cheer for the announcement of Brian White's Hall of Fame Induction. They start a "FREIGHT TRAIN - FREIGHT TRAIN - FREIGHT TRAIN" chant. Then, "Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin hits the PA system and there is a colossal eruption of noise as Wembley Stadium welcomes the newest 4CW Hall of Famer. Brian White comes from behind the curtain, title over his shoulder, Tommy Young at his heels.
Carson: The following contest is a Fatal-5-Way match scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW Universal Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Young, from Barry, South Wales, he is the 4CW Universal Champion and the newest member of the 4CW Hall of Fame, weighing in at 400lbs, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!
White lets Young know that maybe he should wait in the back for this one, almost as if to prove he doesn't need anyone in his corner to defend the title, and Young nods and heads back as White down to the ring on his own.
Phoenix: It seems like White has sent Young to the back to prove he is a champion who doesn't need anyone in his corner!
Jeffrey: And as of today he has held that 4CW Universal Championship for a whole year, having won it last year against Senecca!
Roberts: Many a challenger has tried to take the Universal Title off Brian, including the current 4CW World Champion Eddie Wolfbaine, but he has held on to it all this time!
Phoenix: Tonight however is his biggest challenge yet: four men, one of which is a fellow Hall of Famer, will be vying for that belt!
Jeffrey: And White doesn't even need to be pinned to lose the title! It's anything goes and scheduled for one fall! Personally, if I were White, I would have kept Young with me at ringside!
Roberts: Do you think that will cost him the title, Ray?
Jeffrey: Skimpy Pancakes!
Roberts: ...What?!
Jeffrey: If you ask stupid questions, you get stupid answers! Of course it won't cost him, this is Brian White, the FREIGHT TRAIN, he didn't get that name for nothing!
White gets into the ring, with the Universal Title hanging over his shoulder. He raises it in the air with both arms to the crowd, before waiting for his opponents to enter with a focused expression on his face.
"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Phil McGroin comes from behind the curtain with Camera Man in tow. Unlike White, he doesn't send Camera Man away and instead insists that he get some good shots as he walks down the ramp, chin up, ignoring all the fans.
Carson: Introducing his opponents, first, now residing in Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, the man who once made a cow tap out... PHIL .... MCGROOOIN!!
The fans boo, they cheer, no one can decide whether they really like him, but McGroin doesn't care as he's above everyone despite only being 5 foot 7. He takes the steps, climbs through the middle rope and stands in a corner opposite White.
"Almost Honest by Megadeth hits the PA system. The crowd definitely know how they feel about this man and boo him vehemently as he walks out from behind the curtain.
Carson: Next, hailing from Madison, Wisconsin and weighing in at 220lbs... JOOOON ... VIPER!!
Jon Viper walks down the ramp, not paying any attention to the closest fans. He storms to the ring without breaking his gaze.
Phoenix: Jon Viper made his return to 4CW and became 4CW World Champion. But since he lost the title, he's been in a bit of a slump. He is looking for this match to rejuvenate his momentum and pick up another championship at the same time.
Jeffrey: And people should never forget quite how nasty Viper is. He will do whatever he needs to win.
Viper enters the ring and takes one of the two empty corners. ""Am I Savage?" by Metallica hits the PA system. Boos break out for the arrival of the man known as Glock Nine, black trench coat and all.
Carson: Next, on his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he stands at 6'6, and he is known as... GLOCK NINE!!
Glock comes out through the curtains with Victor Venom behind. They then stop as Venom imparts a few more pieces of wisdom before turning and going backstage and lets Glock make his way confidently down to the ring. He sneers at the fans as he passes, making sure none of them can reach him.
Phoenix: Glock Nine enters his second Revival here in 4CW. Last year he was in a triple threat involving Pilgrim Paige and Phil McGroin. Tonight, he is involved with McGroin again and four other opponents, and the opportunity to capture his first piece of gold here in 4CW! Glock has to be considered one of the favourites purely out of his size and dominance.
Roberts: While that's true, the champion is even bigger and even more dominant, not to mention we're about to see the return of a 4CW legend who could also be considered a favourite - this match really could go any way!
Glock takes his time as he strolls up to the ropes, does the leg-over climb into the ring, takes off his trench coat, walks a few paces around, then takes the remaining empty corner as the four men await the final opponent.
The sound of firecrackers begin to echo around the arena and smoke begins to fill the air. Sparks begin to shoot out of the ramp and the revving of an engine can be heard, followed by a car speeding away into the distance. The guitar kicks in as "3's and 7's" by Queens of the Stone Age begins to echo around the arena.
Clyde Bonham steps out in a black wifebeater and blue, torn jeans, a slightly maniacal smile twisted on his face. His black leather jacket completes the ensemble, reflecting the sparks seemingly off of it. He walks down the ramp, smirking at the fans a bit, occasionally acknowledging a sign or to that reference him.
Carson: And finally, from Death Falls, Nevada, weighing in at 231lbs ... CLYDE ... BOOOONHAM!!
Clyde climbs the stairs and swiftly enters the ring via the second rope, spinning and raising his arms in the air. He removes the jacket and folds it over, handing it to the time keeper before rotating his wrists and bouncing on his legs to loosen himself up. He stops after a few seconds and looks around, with an opponent in each corner and he in the middle of the ring. The referee, knowing that this is going to be chaos, calls for the bell, and dives out of the ring at the same time.
All four men run into the center of the ring, colliding with Bonham and each other in a mass brawl. Fists fly in all directions, a flurry of thwacks and hair and growls. From the group, we see Bonham take down McGroin and the two of them struggling, resulting in both rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring to the outside. Inside the ring, Glock and Viper, who seem to have taken a liking to each other, start to beat up on White, punching and stomping him into the ground.
Jeffrey: That's how you get through this match! Find someone, and stick with them until it's just the two of you left!
Phoenix: This match has started with an all out, absolute chaotic melee and I don't even know what to call there's so much going on!
Outside the ring, McGroin and Bonham are exchanging lefts and rights with increasing intensity, until Bonham breaks the rhythm by kneeing McGroin in the gut. He then grabs McGroin and throws him. McGroin is launched into the barricade and hits hard with his back, writhing as he lands on the ground. Bonham wastes no time sliding into the ring and breaks up the two-on-one assault on White by taking out Viper with a clothesline.
Phoenix: And Bonham is back in the fight!
Glock turns to meet Bonham but the smaller man is ready and kicks Glock in the gut, taking him out with a DDT! Glock goes down and Bonham jumps back up to his feet, fired up and the crowd react accordingly. Bonham feeds off the buzz of the arena and picks up Viper, whipping him into the corner. Bonham sprints at Viper and hits a running forearm! Viper takes the full blow and half-staggers, half-falls out of the corner. Bonham stalks Viper from behind and waits for him to slowly get to his feet, before clotheslining him from behind across the back of the head! Bonham turns over Viper and hooks the leg! ONE .. TWO... NO!! Viper kicks out!
Roberts: Bonham with some vicious blows, but it's not enough to put away his opponent!
Meanwhile, White has recovered and chosen Glock as his victim. Having trapped Glock in the corner, he unleashes a series of punches and elbows, before lifting Glock and taking him out with a Body Slam. Glock sits up after a few moments and White runs at the opposing ropes. On his return, he hits the seated Glock with a savage Big Boot!
Jeffrey: White damn near kicked Glock's head off! Jeez!!
White kneels down and hooks the leg. ONE... TWO... NO! Glock kicks out!
Phoenix: Not enough to retain the Universal Title!
With White beating up Glock and Bonham taking out Viper, no-one notices Phil McGroin slide back into the ring with one vital addition: his personal steel chair!
Roberts: And there goes McGroin cheating again!
Jeffrey: *sigh* ... one day, James, you will learn what No Disqualification means.
Bonham is the first person to notice McGroin, but it's a moment too late, and McGroin smashes the steel chair across his face. Viper is the next victim just seconds later as his fate is the same as Bonham's. White turns, hearing the chair shots and leaves Glock to run towards McGroin. McGroin ducks at the last moment under White's arm and as White spins of the spot, McGroin jabs the steel chair into his gut. White falls to one knee and keels over.
Phoenix: McGroin is turning this match on its head with the introduction of his steel chair!
McGroin is about to hit White again, this time across the back, when he sees out of the corner of his eye Glock recovering from White's beat down and decides to turn his attention to Glock and smash him across the head! Glock goes down and rolls out of the ring. This proves to be a massive mistake for McGroin, however, who turns around to see White has recovered and The Freight Train rips the steel chair out of McGroin's hands in one swift motion, leaving McGroin horrified.
Jeffrey: Run, Phil! RUN!!
Roberts: He's got nowhere to go!
White swings the steel chair forward, smashing McGroin across the head, and the man who made a cow tap out crumples to the mat. White covers him, hooking the leg, and it seems to be a certain victory as the ref counts ONE... TWO... TH--no! Bonham jumps in, breaking up the fall at the last moment!
Phoenix: Bonham breaks up the fall! White almost had it there!
Bonham starts to pile fists on to White but the bigger man absorbs the shots, slowly climbing to his feet and then pie-facing Bonham away, who flips halfway across the ring. White roars in frustration as Bonham rolls out of the ring. He turns to McGroin, who is groggily getting to his feet and takes him out with a brutal Big Boot! White then stands in the corner, cupping his hands and shouting woo woo before lowering his stance and smacking his rear foot to the mat.
Jeffrey: Wooo woooo! It's time for the Runaway Train!
Phoenix: And McGroin is tied to the tracks!!
McGroin stumbles up, holding his face from the Big Boot. He doesn't even see White until he's inches away and the high-impact Spear blasts McGroin out of the air, smashing him into the mat. White hooks the leg confidently. ONE... TWO... THR--- NO!! Glock Nine breaks the fall at the last moment! McGroin rolls out of the ring, clutching his gut.
Phoenix: McGroin is essentially done for - but twice now, he's been saved by another competitor breaking the fall! The match continues!
Brian White gets back up, fighting off Glock and a recovering Viper. Once again the two of them start to double team. Glock and Viper work together to lift up White and take him out with a suplex. Glock then picks up White and whips him into the corner, allowing Viper to run at him and lift his knee into White's jaw in the corner, and follow it up with a Bulldog! Viper hooks the leg. ONE.. TWO... but Glock pulls him off!
Roberts: Looks like trouble in paradise!
Viper and Glock argue. Glock makes the point he's not just going to let Viper get the pinfall. Viper retaliates with a push. Glock stumbles back, and his face turns to one of rage. He grabs Viper's arm suddenly, lifts his boot and hits the Count The Lights!!
Jeffrey: Count The Lights out of nowhere! Pin him, Glock, pin him!!
Glock doesn't need to be told. Almost immediately he rolls over and covers Viper! ONE... TWO... but no! White breaks up the fall! White now looks enraged. He viciously boots Glock in the head, who rolls away clutching his skull. White then picks up Viper and lifts him up over his head in a Military Press. White then runs towards the ropes and throws Viper over, who lands on top of a recovering McGroin!
White then turns around to see Glock getting back up to his feet, he wastes no time with theatrics, and instead sprints at Glock, colliding with a 400LBS SPEAR!!
Phoenix: Another Runaway Train!! White with the cover!
ONE... TWO... NO!! Bonham slides under the botom rope and breaks the pinfall just in time!
Phoenix: Once again, Bonham is there to save the match up!
Bonham stomps on White a few times, before running to the ropes, bouncing off and hitting a running elbow drop on White's chest! Bonham doesn't stop the assault there. He gets back up, runs back to the ropes, and attacks again - this time with a running Leg Drop! He hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... NO! The Universal Champion kicks out! Bonham looks frustrated for the first time and gets back up to his feet, lifting White up again and, with some strained effort, attempts to Irish whip White into the corner. White however, doesn't budge and gives Bonham a quick smirk before tugging him back and clotheslining him so hard he flips 270 and lands on his face!
Phoenix: NO-ONE has such a dominating short-arm clothesline as White's! That's 400lbs smashing you in the face with surprising speed and force!
Phoenix's words are somehow exemplified by the camera showing Bonham's face, which is now sporting a bloody nose. He shakes the stars he's seeing and tries to get to his feet but White manhandles him, throwing him to the other side of the ring with ease. White positions himself in the corner as Bonham gets back to his feet. Bonham turns - and for the third time in the match - White sprints forward and cuts Bonham in half with the Runaway Train!!
Jeffrey: That's it!! It's over!
Phoenix: That Runaway Train near enough cut Bonham in half!!
White covers Bonham and hooks the leg with authority. The ref slides in to count... ONE ... TWO... THR-- NO!! BONHAM KICKS OUT!! White looks stunned as he realises what happens and the referee tells him "TWO!". White gets up and starts to argue with the referee, but the referee is adamant Bonham kicked out in time. White, now enraged, picks up McGroin's steel chair that was left in the ring and lines up Bonham!
Phoenix: I don't know how much more Bonham can take quite frankly!
Bonham gets to his feet but doesn't stand a chance of seeing White's attack coming and before he can even comprehend whats happening, he is slammed back to the mat with a chair shot to the head! White throws away the chair and roars again. He moves towards Bonham - but suddenly, he is tugged from behind!
Jeffrey: It's Viper!
Jon Viper indeed it is, who rolls up White from behind!! The ref slides in to count, and Viper even holds White's attire for leverage! ONE... TWO.... NO!! White kicks out!!
Phoenix: Viper almost stole one! But White managed to kick out in time!
Viper gets back up and runs at the seated White, knocking him down with a running dropkick! Viper kips up to his feet and looks to have all the momentum behind him!! He turns around - AND MCGROIN SMASHES HIM ACROSS THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!
Roberts: Oh my god! What a chair shot!! Viper is in dream street!!
Before McGroin can even do so much as move towards a cover though, Glock Nine comes from his peripheral vision and takes out McGroin with a Big Boot! McGroin somehow gets back up to his feet and walks right into Glock - who takes him out with a Count The Lights jawbreaker!!
Phoenix: Count The Lights!! It's gotta be over!! No, wait - look, here comes Bonham!!
Clyde Bonham appears behind Glock suddenly. With an incredible show of strength, he lifts up Glock from behind with his neck and shoulders in an Electric Chair position! Glock, suddenly six feet in the air, is taken by surprise and unsure how to react, and it's the one second of distraction that is enough for Bonham to incredibly spin him in the air and take him down with a huge Sitout Powerbomb!!
Phoenix: THERE IT IS!! CLYDE BONHAM HITS THE CROSSROADS!!
Roberts: What an incredible feat of strength!!
Bonham stays in position from the powerbomb to pin Glock. The referee slides in to count. ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!! White realises a second too late and jumps towards the cover, but the hand is down for the three already and the BELL RINGS!!
Carson: Here is your winner... and the NEEEEEW 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION... CLYDE ... BOOOONHAM!!
"3s and 7s" by Queens of the Stone Age blasts through the arena as a victory chorus. Bonham somehow rolls out of the tangled mess that is Glock's fallen body and White's attempt to break the pin and slips out of the ring. He stumbles over to the timekeeper and rips the belt out of his hands, then raises it in the air with two arms, celebrating one of the most important victories of his entire career!
Phoenix: He's done it! Clyde Bonham has arrived back in 4CW with a MASSIVE victory here tonight! Clyde Bonham has ended Brian White's year-long reign! Clyde Bonham, ladies and gentlemen, is your new 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!
Jeffrey: That match was insane! Fast paced from the get go! Complete chaos! Anyone could have walked out the winner - but luck was with Clyde Bonham tonight!!
Bonham heads up the ramp, with the title raised high above his head and elation on his face as the four opponents in the ring slowly realize what has happened and that they missed out on their chance. One last pose at the top of the ramp and the new champion heads to the back.
The camera seems to linger on the crowd for a short while and the commentators go quiet. Eventually though, the camera does decide to cut back to the commentary desk. The three commentators and they stare down the camera with serious expressions on their faces.
Phoenix: Earlier tonight, during a 5-on-1 Handicap match, MONSTAR was suddenly taken ill mid-match and collapsed. He was rushed to the nearest medical facility. We now have an update.
Phoenix sighs heavily, and his gaze flickers slightly off-kilter so that it looked like he was looking not into the camera, but through it.
Phoenix: MONSTAR suffered a massive heart attack. The medical professionals tried to revive him but we are devastated to tell you now... that sadly, MONSTAR ... was pronounced dead on arrival.
Jeffrey, unable to contain his distress any longer, scrunches up his face and starts weeping. He turns and cries into James Roberts' shoulder. Roberts looks horrified at this latest development, but doesn't comment on it, probably out of pure shock at the situation.
Phoenix: We were honoured to have MONSTAR share this ring with us for as long as he did and he was stolen from all of our lives too soon, as an entertainer and to his family, as a son. We will continue the show tonight, in remembrance of MONSTAR and to mimic his enduring spirit. Rest In Peace, MONSTAR, from all of 4CW.
The commentators all bow their heads and the graphic pops up on screen with a minute silence as the bells tolled. The camera fades out to the graphic as we take another short break.
The camera shows the arena wide view, and we can see there are two ladders on stage, as well as two ladders on either side of the ring, in preperation fore the next match. A black, steel briefcase is sitting on the timekeeper's table.
Carson: The following contest is a King of the Hill match! The rules are as follows: Both men compete under no disqualification rules. The only way to win is to take the briefcase containing Rhys Cain's contract at the timeskeepers table, climb a ladder and hook it from above! A participant will only be eligible to hook the briefcase if they hit a finishing move, as determined before the match. If the participant fails to hook the briefcase, it will be returned to the timeskeeper's table and eligibility will be reset!
“Little Green Man” by Project 86 hits the PA system. R-E-A-M-E-R appears in bold letters across the titantron and out comes the first participant in this match, to a huge chorus of jeers from the crowd.
Carson: Introducing first, from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs... REEEAAAMER!!
Reamer saunters down to the ring, a twisted grin plastered across his face. When the camera gets close enough, he mutters about tonight being 'the end of Cain forever'.
Phoenix: We've had a plethora of different matches tonight but maybe none as personal as this one! Reamer has taken it upon himself to target Rhys Cain, to attempt to eradicate The Bruiser from 4CW forever. He goaded Cain into accepting this match and now Cain finds his career on the line in exchange for a chance of revenge on this man.
Roberts: Or is it men? He used to go by Supreme, he even went between both personas to try and play mind games with Cain, seemingly, but the longer Reamer has been around, the darker, more twisted he has become, and I see the original Supreme fading faster every month!
Jeffrey: All I know is when Reamer beats Cain tonight, that midget will be gone from 4CW forever! And that makes me happy!
Reamer reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring. He then goes into the corner, seemingly focused and intense, waiting for his opponent's arrival.
Spotlights come to life, replacing the usual as Bury Tomorrow's "The Burden" kicks off, reverberating throughout the arena.
From high above the titantron, a large, steel platform descends to stage level. At its center is an ornate throne made of willow, flanked at either side by a statue of an armored, spear-raising warrior. And upon that throne sits "The Bruiser" Rhys Cain, absorbing the raucous response from the mass of fans in attendance. Cain mouths the words to his theme, all the while nodding his head to the song's beat; The Bruiser's beat.
Carson: And his opponent, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs ... THE BRUUUISER ... RHYS ... CAAAAIN!!
Roberts: What an entrance this is!
Phoenix: On what could be his last night in 4CW, Rhys Cain is putting on quite the spectacle, rife with references to every era of his storied career!
Jeffrey: I guarantee it, this King of the Hill match is gonna be the midget's swansong! Oh, happy day!
The platform reaches stage level, and The Bruiser strides confidently to the edge of the ramp; here, the music abruptly cuts out. Spreading his arms out wide, Cain throws his head back and bellows a mighty roar, kicking off the zig-zag ascent of multiple pyro shots, that cross paths and BOOM!—burst into slithering, wispy trails of silver and gold! Collectively, they descend in a formation of willow tails, soon giving way to a 3D laser display of a menacing red dragon's skull; its massive maw is open in a roar that mirrors Cain's own. "The Burden" picks up where it left off as Cain walks down the ramp, pumped up and ready for the match ahead.
Phoenix: Rhys Cain is here and ready! The bad blood between these two is thick and viscous! This will not be a match. This will be a fight... and Cain's career on the line means this is arguably the biggest match of his career!
Roberts: Cain lost the 4CW World Title last year at Revival, and his rematch at SummerFest. He lost in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet and lost in a Wet Bandits Death Match against Glock Nine at WAR. You gotta assume that all these notable losses have dashed his confidence lately, and he for sure will feel like he has something to prove tonight!
Cain reaches ringside and slides into the ring, peering around at the incredible collection of fans packed into Wembley Stadium, all energized and vocal. Reamer rolls out of the ring. Cain throws his fist into the air, prompting flames to blast up out of the corner posts, nearly toasting the turnbuckles! The Bruiser continues to pump his fist to the music as a "CAIN!" chant rises up from the crowd.
Roberts: Lotta love for Cain in his native Britain here, tonight.
Jeffrey: You're mistaking pity for adulation, James.
Cain stares a hole through Reamer and then gives him the "bring it on if you think you're tough enough" taunt. This seems to trigger Reamer into action, who slides back into the ring. Cain then breaks into a sprint and dives at Reamer, taking him down with a Lou Thesz Press. The referee signals for the bell to start the match as Cain pounds Reamer with lefts and rights.
Phoenix: And Cain isn't waiting around! He's launched himself right at Reamer!!
Roberts: Months of pent-up frustration are being unleashed right now!
Cain finally gets up from the mount and Reamer stumbles up to his feet, but he doesn't have much of a chance to do anything as Cain grabs him and lifts him up in the air, hitting a picture-perfect suplex. Cain holds on the the grapple though, flips over, and gets back up, lifting Reamer, and hitting a second suplex. He isn't finished there though, he hangs on a third time, and completes the trifecta of suplexes!
Phoenix: Triple Suplex from Rhys Cain! He's really not messing around! And he's caught Reamer completely off guard!
Cain gets back up to his feet, throwing his arms into the air three or four times to get the crowd pumped up. The crowd roar in approval as Cain reaches the corner of the ring and turns to face Reamer! Reamer groggily gets back up to his feet - Cain runs at him - launches into the air - and hits the Dragon Rage Knee Strike!!
Roberts: Dragon Rage by Cain!! That means he can now grab the briefcase on the outside and hook it above the ring!
Jeffrey: Come on, Reamer! Get your shit together!
Phoenix: Cain is heading to the outside, if he can win this match so quickly it'll be a huge blow to Reamer!!
Cain grabs the briefcase from the ringside table, then he goes over to the side of the ring and folds up the ladder standing there, sliding it and the briefcase into the ring. Reamer is still on the ground reeling from the Dragon Rage as Cain sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring. Once it's set up properly, he steps on the first rung and begins the climb!
Phoenix: I don't believe it! He's actually going to do it!!
Cain climbs up the second and third rung, and even the fourth - when suddenly, Reamer is not only back up to his feet, but he's directly behind Cain! He climbs the first rung, grabs Cain from the waist and hits a German Suplex off the ladder!! Cain hits hard on his shoulders and slumps, while the briefcase bounces over to the apron.
Jeffrey: THAT'S what I came to see!
Phoenix: That was a savage German Suplex off the ladder! That will stop anyone! Cain is out!
The timekeeper comes over to the apron and grabs the briefcase, setting it back on his table.
Roberts: And since the briefcase failed to be hooked, it has been returned to its position and Cain is no longer eligible to hook it! To get another try, he needs to hit another Dragon Rage! Meanwhile, Reamer needs to hit Supreme Impact!
Reamer gets back up to his feet first, looking a little rough. He picks up Cain, grabbing his face aggressively. He then whips Cain behind him into the set up ladder. Cain hits the metal face first and falls to the mat as the ladder is knocked over and bounces on the top rope stopping at a lean. Reamer moves over to Cain and picks him up again, and whips him into the corner. Cain hits the turnbuckle and falls to the middle rope., slouched.
Reamer sprints at Cain and lifts his knee straight into his face! The knee collides with Cain's chin, who's head bounces back and hits the buckle!
Jeffrey: Reamer with a BRUTAL knee there! Cain's gonna be seeing stars after that!
Roberts: Can Reamer take advantage?
Reamer is already one step ahead of Roberts though. He roughly lifts Cain up to a standing position again and laughs in his face. Cain throws a wild punch that misses, clearly dazed. Reamer grabs Cain and throws him back into the turnbuckle. Reamer climbs up swiftly, so that he is sitting above Cain on the top turnbuckle. He grabs Cain's head in a lock, then jumps off and hits the Diamond Dust!!
Phoenix: There it is! Reamer hits the Supreme Impact! He's eligible for the briefcase!
Jeffrey: Yes! Come on, Reamer! Grab the briefcase! Get rid of the midget for good!
Reamer is already rolling out of the ring as the commentators continue to go nuts. Reamer stumbles over to the briefcase and picks it up, before sliding it into the ring and entering after it. He stands up, with slightly laboured breathing, and picks up the briefcase. Reamer starts to climb the ladder. He climbs two rungs, then stops to take a moment, seemingly woozy or disorientated. Slowly, he continues up the third and fourth rung.
Jeffrey: Come on, Reamer! You're almost there!
Roberts: Cain needs to get up now! His career is moments away from being over!!
As Reamer climbs the fifth rung of the ladder, Cain is seen crawling up to begin the climb on the other side. Cain gets to the second rung while Reamer gets to the sixth. Reamer grabs the hook, trying to maintain his balance, and hang the briefcase - but Cain suddenly gets a burst of adrenaline and quickly scales the next four rungs. He punches Reamer in the face several times, who drops the briefcase.
Phoenix: Reamer dropped it! The eligibility resets!
Reamer, frustrated at dropping the briefcase, comes back at Cain with a flurry of right hands. Cain hangs on only by a finger, before swinging back towards Reamer, hooking his arm under Reamer's, and jumping off the top of the ladder - taking out Reamer, and himself somewhat, with a huge SIDE EFFECT!!
Roberts: Oh my god! What a move! I'm not sure if Cain did more damage to Reamer or himself there!
Cain and Reamer both lay on the ground, clutching their hurt body parts, coughing and spluttering, as the crowd erupt in cheers. "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!" soon begins to echo around the arena. This lasts for a good thirty seconds and acts somewhat as a stimulant to the two men, who start to stir, and slowly but surely start getting back up almost at the same time. The briefcase is now back at the timekeeper's table after the ref had handed it to the timeskeeper.
Cain gets back up to his feet a moment quicker than Reamer, and grabs the ladder. He closes it up and positions it like a battering ram. Reamer gets to his feet, turns around, and is smashed straight in the face with the ladder!
Phoenix: What a shot by Cain with the ladder! Reamer's face eats steel!
Cain lifts the ladder again and waits for Reamer to get back up to his feet. Slowly he does, and Cain runs at him for another strike, but Reamer ducks under, slips behind Cain - and hits a low blow!! Cain drops the ladder, clutching his jewels in agony, as he collapses to the floor.
Roberts: Low blow! What a disgusting tactic by Reamer!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! He's not breaking any rules!
Phoenix: Technically, that's true - and now Reamer is grabbing the ladder!
Reamer stands over Cain with the ladder pointing down. He then smashes the ladder into Cain's gut several times, leaving The Bruiser writhing in agony. Cain rolls over to the ropes to try and get back up to his feet. Reamer takes a few steps back, lifting the ladder over his shoulder. When Cain gets back up to his feet, holding the ropes for leverage, Reamer sprints at him, ladder in hand, and hits Cain right across the face! Cain flies over the top rope and crashes to the ringside area nastily!
Phoenix: Oh my god! Cain hit the floor hard!
Jeffrey: THIS is why Cain made a mistake accepting this match! I think he underestimated just how nasty Reamer is!
Roberts: Oh no! Look at Cain! He's busted wide open!!
Cain whips his own hair out of his face, revealing a bloody mess. A big cut opens up above his left eye and the blood flows freely as he stumbles up against the barricade. Reamer, who dropped the ladder inside the ring, slides out of the ring and pounces on Cain with some lefts and rights, and some chops across his chest up against the barricade.
Reamer then leaves Cain hanging over the barricade and lifts up the apron of the ring, going under and pulling out a steel chair! Reamer swings for Cain's head, but Cain moves out of the way and the chair hits the barricade! Reamer turns around and eats a dropkick, dropping the steel chair. Cain stumbles away, trying to recover from the brutal shot to his head moments earlier.
Cain slides back into the ring and Reamer follows suit a few moments later. Cain decides offense is the best defense and runs at Reamer, but Reamer is ready for him, slips under a clothesline attempt and hits a second German Suplex! Cain, if only by momentum, gets back up to his feet pretty quickly, stumbling groggily, but Reamer is ready to strike again - he grabs Cain from the front and hits a snap suplex!
Jeffrey: Another brutal suplex by Reamer!
Reamer picks up the bloody Cain and throws him into the turnbuckle again. For the second time in the match, he climbs the turnbuckle and sits on the top rope, grabbing Cain and setting up for another Supreme Impact! Cain however, starts fighting back. He throws a few wild, blind punches up above and luckily connects with Reamer's jaw. Reamer looks momentarily stunned. Cain tries to get out of Reamer's grasp, but Reamer has a tight grip.
Reamer suddenly looks to have shaken off the worst of the wild fist, and readjusts, diving off and hitting a second Supreme Impact, leaving the bloody Cain laying face-first on the mat!
Jeffrey: Reamer hits Supreme Impact! Cain is out! Now he just needs to get that briefcase and hook it!
Roberts: I'm not sure Cain is going to get up this time!
Reamer rolls out of the ring slowly and stumbles out on to the outside. He grabs the briefcase from the timekeepers table for the second time, and staggers back over to the ring, sliding in. Reamer grabs the ladder and lifts it up, setting it up dead in the middle of the ring. A quick moment for a breather and Reamer starts to climb. Slowly - but steadily - he climbs up the first, second and third rungs. He seems to get more comfortable when he reaches the fourth, and he is about to step on the fifth when something down on the ring distracts him. The camera cuts to show Cain, somehow, bloody and battered, getting back up to his feet.
Roberts: Cain is refusing to give up - but look at the state of him!
Reamer, somewhat annoyed, and somewhat astounded, decides he is going to put out Cain for good. He steps down two rungs and jumps off. He lifts the briefcase up, lining it up to hit Cain. Cain slowly gets to a standing position and turns around to face Reamer. Reamer breaks into a run with the briefcase held in striking position. Cain sees him through bloody eyes at the last moment and ducks out of the way. Cain runs towards the ropes, and comes back off them, just as Reamer turns around. Before Reamer can react, Cain takes him out with a jarring spear!!
Phoenix: What a spear by The Bruiser!
Cain gets back up to his feet and wipes the blood out of his eyes. He swings his arms in the air a few times, asking the crowd to get behind him and they respond with a respectable cheer. Cain goes over to the ropes. He stamps his foot a few times and thrashes the top rope up and down, and the crowd go ballistic as they match his adrenaline. Cain turns around and sees Reamer using the ropes to climb back up to his feet. Cain runs at Reamer at breakneck speed and clotheslines him right over the top rope. The crowd continue to explode in cheers as Cain gets fired up!
Roberts: Cain looks like he's about to do something dangerous!
Cain shakes his head repeatedly, as if hyping himself up, then he runs to the ropes, bounces off and runs back towards Reamer, swan diving over the top rope and crashing on top of Reamer on the outside with a suicide dive!!
Phoenix: Cain and Reamer just crashed and burned! My god, what a battle!
Cain jumps back up to his feet immediately, then stands on the barricade, raising his arms again, and the crowd show their appreciation with a nuclear roar of approval. Cain jumps back down and picks up Reamer. He pushes Reamer back but holds on to his arm, then leans back and gives a momentous Irish whip, sending Reamer smashing shoulder-first into the barricade with a sickening thud!
Roberts: What a brutal swing! Reamer collided with that steel barricade like a speeding car!
Cain doesn't give Reamer any chance to recover. He pounces on him almost immediately, grabbing him by the ears and pulling him back up to his feet. Reamer gets to his feet with a roar of pain and Cain smashes his face into the top of the announce table. Reamer hits the floor and Cain lifts the hood off the table and removes the monitors.
Phoenix: We should get out of the way guys!
Jeffrey: Don't hurt him, Cain!
Roberts: Get a grip, Ray, and get out of the way!
The commentators all spread out as Cain throws Reamer onto the table and climbs up after him. Cain once again wipes his blood out of his own eyes, then picks up the almost lifeless Reamer. He hooks under Reamer's arm, setting up for a Side Effect - but Reamer sends his elbow swinging into Cain's head and gets a moment of reprieve. It's long enough for him to slip out of Cain's grasp, and go behind. He grabs Cain from behind, then jumps into the air and flips himself forward, hitting a modified Supreme Impact! he crashes with Cain on to the announce table, which collapses under their weight, sending debris everywhere!!
Jeffrey: SUPREME IMPACT THROUGH THE TABLE! YES!
Roberts: What an incredible sight!
Phoenix: Of course you know what this means! Reamer is once again eligible to take the briefcase! He just needs to find the willpower to get back to his feet!
The briefcase, which had been moved after Reamer dropped it the last time, sits back at the timekeepers table as both Cain and Reamer lay unmoving in the heap of destruction. "THIS IS AWESOME" chants break through the crowd and seem to act as an antidote to both men as they start twitching. Cain doesn't make any attempt to get up though, clearly hurt. Reamer slowy turns to his knees and stumbles to all fours. He crawls a few steps, then slowly gets back up to his feet. He reacts to pains and aches seemingly all over his body as he hobbles over to the timekeepers table and grabs the briefcase.
Jeffrey: That's it, Reamer! Now get in there and hook it!
Roberts: The ladder is still set up! Can he find the strength to climb?!
Reamer slides into the ring at a very slow pace. It takes him a good ten seconds to get back to his feet once he is in the ring. As soon as he gets to his feet, he continues to hobble until he gets to the middle of the ring and the face of the ladder. Reamer exhales, knowing he has one final obstacle to overcome. He is unable to stop himself from smirking slightly as he climbs the ladder. One rung, two rungs.... three rungs...
Phoenix: Here he goes!
Jeffrey: Come on Reamer! CLIMB!
Fourth rung, fifth rung, sixth rung....
Jeffrey: REAMER IS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER! COME ON REAMER! HOOK THE CASE!
Suddenly, when it looks like all is lost for Rhys Cain, and Reamer is about to grab the hook, hook the case and end his career - Cain is there! Out of nowhere, he's on the top turnbuckle! He dives off - and dropkicks the ladder!! Reamer falls, clutching on to the briefcase as he goes. Cain crashes to the mat with a hard thwack too.
Phoenix: The Diving Dropkick knocked the ladder down! Reamer and Cain BOTH just hit HARD!
Jeffrey: Get up Reamer, get up!
Reamer and Cain both do get up, surprisingly quickly, clearly spurred on by no more than pure adrenaline and instinct! Reamer, with the briefcase still clutched in his hand, stumbles forward - and Cain runs at him, diving into the air - and crashing his knee right into Reamer's nose with Dragon Rage Knee Kick!
Phoenix: DRAGON RAGE! DRAGON RAGE! CAIN IS ELIGIBLE!
Cain stumbles back up, the crowd hectically screaming for him to grab the briefcase! He reaches over and yanks the case out of Reamer's unmoving hands!! Cain pulls the ladder back up to a standing position!! He quickly climbs up one rung, two rungs, three rungs!! Then he stops, the match taking too much out of him and starts to sway terrifyingly, holding on to the ladder with only one hand!
Phoenix: Cain is going to fall! Look at him! He must have lost at least a pint of blood, surely!
Roberts: I don't know if he can carry on!
The crowd erupt in more cheers, trying to spur on Cain to make the final lap of his journey. They seem to speak to Cain, as his eyes seem to come back into focus and he looks up groggily, to the hook above: to redemption! He suddenly and swiftly climbs up three more rungs! The crowd go nuts as Cain reaches the very top of the ladder!! He grabs the hook, lifts the case - AND CONNECTS THE BRIEFCASE TO THE HOOK!! THE BELL RINGS!!
Carson: Here is your winner... "THE BRUISER" ... RHYYYYS ... CAAAAIN!!!
"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow blasts through the speakers once again as the crowd explode in celebration for their winner! Cain slumps over the top of the ladder, covering his face, barely even able to stay conscious.
Phoenix: Rhys Cain has done it! Rhys Cain is KING OF THE HILL! And by becoming so, he has saved his career!
Roberts: The Bruiser lives to fight another day! He's not hanging up those boots just yet! And Reamer, despite his best efforts, was unable to eradicate Rhys Cain from 4CW!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! What the hell do you know?
Cain slowly climbs down the ladder, falling the last three rungs and crashing on the mat. The referee calls for some EMTs and they come down to check on both competitors after a few moments. Cain rolls out of the ring and the EMTs help him to his feet, trying to support him to leave up the ramp. They move a few steps forward before Cain shakes them off, telling them he can walk himself. He turns around, looking tearful, as he gazes out over 80,000 strong in Wembley Stadium. He mouths "Thank you" with tears in his eyes, and then heads up the ramp.
Phoenix: Cain is bloody, battered, exhausted, limping - but he is walking up that ramp,unaided and full of pride but most importantly, the winner of this match!
We cut to a break as Cain reaches the curtain and the EMT's continue to check on Reamer.
Phoenix: Congratulations to the challenger in tonight's main event! Jacob "The Thunderbolt" Scharff, our newest member of the 4CW Hall of Fame!
Carson: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW World Championship!
*“His World” begins to play through the stadium. Lightning strikes the right side of the stage. Lightning strikes the left side. A third bolt strikes the center and as the smoke clears a blue LED lightning bolt, J, and S can be seen and the crowd cheers even louder as Jacob has appeared. He turns to face the crowd and yells as he chops out his signature lightning bolt and two more bolts crash down on either side of him. He walks down the ramp, high fiving fans as he goes.*
Phoenix: It has been less than a year since Jacob Scharff made his return to 4CW and he told us back in June that he was coming for the title! Well tonight, not only has he got a Hall of Fame induction but now he’s here to challenge for the 4CW World Championship!
Jeffrey: That’s all well and good but this Thunderbolt has all but fizzled out every time he’s faced Eddie and I know Eddie is gonna ground him again tonight.
Roberts: Don’t be so sure Ray. Jacob is always watching and learning and I guarantee that after Wolfbaine hit him with his own move at Stormfront he’s gonna be extra cautious tonight.
*Jacob heads to the right side of the ring and we see a woman in the front row stand up to greet him. Red hair cascades down to her shoulders, piercing blue eyes light up, and she is wearing a silver shirt and black leggings.*
Phoenix: Jacob’s wife Skylar here to support her husband. She used to manage him directly, in his first 4CW run, but this time he’s come in on his own and it doesn’t seem like he’s any worse off for it.
*Jacob and Skylar share a kiss and we see her squeeze his hand and tell him “Go get him”. He nods and gets into the ring. He chops out a lightning bolt again and the turnbuckles briefly explode with sparks. He turns to face the stage.*
The arena is suddenly plunged into darkness, save for a bank of lights on the stage, strobing to the rhythm of “Ten Thousand Against One” by Unleash The Archers as fog begins to roll across the stage and ramp.
"Ten Thousand Against One!"
At "one", the entire bank of lights simultaneously turn on, illuminating Eddie Wolfbaine standing on the stage, the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship Belt slung over his shoulder, and an actual wolf at his side! The wolf lets out a haunting howl and both man and animal begin to walk slowly down the ramp. The fog is much thicker now, and unseen lights project visions of a bloody, ancient battleground across the entire arena floor.
"Misty fields before me
Forces assembled here still wander in their dreams
Bloodshed forthcoming with the dawn
A burning horizon beyond..."
At the bottom of the ramp the wolf halts and obediently sits down. Eddie pats the wolf on his head, muttering 'good boy' and readjusts the title on his shoulder. Without warning, he rushes towards the ring, sliding under the near ropes and continuing to slide until he ends up on the adjacent apron. He makes his way to his feet and stares back at the crowd in silent concentration.
"Behold! I have arrived, time for war!
Gather your shields and your swords!
Try as you might to defeat me, I come as the wind
Laying to waste all who dare stand in my way"
Eddie then runs along the apron and leaps up the turnbuckle, this time returning the audience's screams. After vaulting into the ring, Eddie retreats to his corner and begins his final warmups.
Carson: Introducing first, from Atlanta Ga, the newest member of the 4CW Hall of Fame, he stands 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighs in tonight at 260 lbs, the challenger…JACOB… THE THUNDERBOOOOLT…SCHARFF!!
*The crowd cheers as Jacob punches with one hand into the air.*
Carson: His opponent, from Detroit Michigan, he stands 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 230 lbs and he is the 4CW World Champion…EDDIE…WOOOLFBAINE!!
*Eddie rises the title high into the air with one hand. He hands it to the timekeeper on the outside and turns back to Jacob and shows the 0-4 gesture he used at the end of the last Stormfront.*
Jeffrey: Wolfbaine reminding Scharff that he’s never gotten one over him, and he’s never managed to catch him with the Thunder Drop.
Phoenix: That’s gotta eat at Scharff a little bit. I’m curious if he goes for the Thunder Drop at all tonight or if he discards it to try and put Eddie away some other way.
Jeffrey: Nothing else has worked! If it had he wouldn’t be 0-4!
*The bell rings.*
Roberts: Here we go guys!!
*Jacob and Eddie head to the center of the ring and Eddie proceeds to turn his back to Jacob and taunt towards the crowd again as they cheer! Jacob stands there watching and Eddie invites him in, seemingly telling him to attempt a Thunder Drop! Jacob doesn’t go for it though. Eddie puts his arms down and goes to lockup with Scharff but Scharff slips behind and now he goes for the Thunder Drop! Eddie slides off! Eddie sets him up for El Valle Del Lobo! Jacob slides off his shoulders and goes for a German Suplex! Eddie flips out and lands on his feet! Eddie goes for a clothesline! Jacob ducks it! Eddie uses his momentum to bounce off the ropes and try again but Jacob thinks the same thing and both men drill each other with clotheslines and crash to the mat!*
Phoenix: What an explosive opening! Jacob did indeed attempt the Thunder Drop but Eddie again saw it coming.
Jeffrey: Eddie will counter that move every time I can guarantee it.
Roberts: Both guys have a little more gusto than usual tonight.
*Jacob and Eddie both get up before going for each other again and now they lock up in the center of the ring. Jacob starts to use his weight advantage to shove Eddie back towards the corner. The ref calls for a clean break and Jacob obliges and then taunts Eddie by chopping out a lightning bolt! The crowd cheers and Eddie’s eyes widen. He comes out of the corner and locks up with Jacob again and Jacob puts him in a front facelock and starts slamming knees into Eddie’s gut! He quickly takes him over with a suplex! Jacob spins his hips and drags Eddie back up but Eddie drops to his knees to try and stop Jacob! Jacob turns it into a DDT though! He runs off the ropes and drops a knee into Eddie’s ribs and then grabs Eddie’s leg and drives the point of his elbow into Eddie’s knee!*
Phoenix: Looks like Jacob is gonna work on the midsection and legs of Eddie tonight. Doing so may stop El Valle Del Lobo.
*Eddie is rolling in pain and Jacob isn’t done. He grabs the same leg and drops his elbow on it again but this time he comes down too and starts cranking on the leg at the knee.*
Roberts: Jacob said earlier this month that Eddie had declared war and Jacob certainly looks like he’s taking that to heart as he attacks Eddie.
*Jacob soon gets off the leg and goes for another knee drop to the midsection but Eddie manages to roll out of the way just in time! He gets to his knees as Jacob gets back to his feet, looking like he’s moving a little gingerly on the right leg that missed the knee drop. He moves towards Eddie though and Eddie surprises him with an elbow to the gut! He starts fighting back up but Jacob hits a clubbing blow to the back and sends him crashing down hard to the canvas! Cover!
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Eddie kicks out!
Jacob doesn’t seem fazed however and he moves Eddie towards the ropes near the entrance ramp. He rolls out and then drags Eddie out to the floor as well.*
Phoenix: This didn’t go great for Jacob last time. Have to see what happens here tonight.
*Jacob pulls Eddie up and goes to whip him into the steel steps but Eddie counters! Jacob crashes shoulder first into the steel! Eddie sees his moment and grabs Jacob and rolls him in the ring. Jacob is on his belly and Eddie wraps his arm around his head and then bridges over!*
Phoenix: Silvershade! It’s been a long time since we’ve seen that!
*Unfortunately for Eddie his right leg is weak and he has to give up the Silvershade as he has trouble maintaining it. He gets up and runs the ropes though and wrecks Jacob’s ribs with Safe at Home! Eddie rolls Jacob over onto his back and grabs his legs for something but Jacob manages to kick Eddie in the gut once, and then again and Eddie stumbles away clutching at his midsection. Jacob gets up to his knees and hold his midsection as well, clearly in pain from Eddie’s assault. Eddie comes over but Jacob explodes up as he goes to grab him and hits him in the face with a forearm! The another one! The crowd cheers loudly as he goes for a short- range clothesline but Eddie ducks it! Unfortunately, he comes right up into a brutal spinning backfist! He doesn’t go down immediately though so Scharff hits him with a second one with the opposite hand! Eddie falls to the mat! Jacob grabs Eddie’s legs and locks in an Edgecator!*
Phoenix: A rare submission from Scharff here! In the past he’s called this The Challah Braid!
*Eddie howls in pain as Jacob continues to work on his legs but he soon manages to reach the ropes! Jacob breaks at a count of four and Eddie stays in the ropes as he tries to get up, preventing Jacob from continuing his assault. He pulls himself up and then taunts Jacob again by showing him the 0-4 sign and Jacob charges in but Eddie pulls down the ropes and Jacob tumbles to the outside in front of Skylar! Eddie rolls out after him and gives a brief wave to Skylar as he grabs Jacob by the face. Skylar is not pleased nor should she be as Eddie falls backwards and hits The Mindkiller on Jacob! He rolls him into the ring and makes the cover!
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2! Jacob kicks out! Eddie rolls with it though and sinks in a chinlock on the challenger!*
Phoenix: Eddie has slowed the match down now and is working Jacob over both physically and mentally.
Jeffrey: It’s a matter of time now. All Eddie has to do is find an opening to hit El Valle Del Lobo and he’ll stay the champion.
Roberts: Jacob’s not out of this yet though. He’s not going down without a fight tonight.
*Seemingly hearing Roberts, Jacob starts rising as Eddie tries to keep the pressure on. Jacob positions his head under Eddie’s and then drops to a seated position and Eddie’s jaw bounces off his skull! Eddie flies back and is down! Jacob gets to his feet and goes and grabs Eddie! He places Eddie’s head between his legs and flips him up onto his shoulders! Buckle Bomb! Scharff hits Eddie with the Buckle Bomb! Eddie stumbles out of the corner and into Jacob’s waiting arms! Fallaway Slam! Jacob goes to pull Eddie up and Eddie powers into the Hammerspace Lariat! Both men are down again!*
Phoenix: What a series of moves there by The Thunderbolt but that Hammerspace Lariat always pulls Wolfbaine out of dangerous situations.
Slippy Toad Jeffrey: Hooray! I was worried for a moment.
*The ref begins to count both men out!
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Both men start to struggle to their feet as the crowd cheers!
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Eddie is up first!
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Jacob is up now! Eddie makes his way over and hits him with a right hand! And another! And another! Eddies goes for a clothesline! Jacob ducks it! Thunder Drop! Eddie slides out and puts Jacob up on shoulders and crosses his legs! He hits him with Glorious Burden! Jacob is down and Eddie drops to a knee. He gets back up and points to the corner and the crowd cheers again! He picks Jacob up.*
Phoenix: I think he just called for El Valle Del Lobo!
Jeffrey: This is over and done! The storm is over and the sun will shine in 4CW!
*Eddie has Scharff on shoulders! Scharff with an elbow to Eddie’s jaw! And another! And another, another, another! Eddie puts Jacob down! Jacob picks up Eddie on his shoulders! He runs to the towards the opposite corner! El Valle Del Lobo from Scharff to Wolfbaine!!*
Jeffrey: What the hell?!
Phoenix: Scharff used Wolfbaine’s move against him just like Wolfbaine did to him!! Incredible! Did he get all of it? Can Eddie survive his own maneuver?!
Roberts: New champion! New champion!
*Jacob into the cover!
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NO! Eddie kicks out at the last possible moment!! Jacob can’t believe it and neither can the crowd! Jacob looks at the ref and the ref even looks a little taken aback. Jacob shakes his head, he looks at Eddie, and then looks at the corner. He shrugs his shoulders and goes to the apron to start climbing the ropes!
Roberts: What’s he doing? Scharff doesn’t go to the top rope.
Phoenix: His father is the legendary high-flyer Dark Star. Jacob hasn’t adopted a lot of his high-flying tactics but tonight he’s pulling out all the stops apparently.
Jeffrey: Move Eddie, move!
*Jacob stands up and then turns his back to Eddie! He chops out a lightning bolt! Moonsault! Jacob with a moonsault! Eddie rolls out of the way! Jacob crashes into the canvas!*
Phoenix: He took too long! It was a beautiful moonsault but it took him far too long!
Jeffrey: That’s his last mistake!
*Eddie gets to his feet and quickly grabs Jacob and drags him to the center of the ring! He puts him on shoulders! Jacob isn’t moving! El Valle Del Lobo!! He got him! Eddie goes to crawl into the cover…but no one’s there!! Jacob has fallen out to the floor!*
Phoenix: That was too much!! Eddie hit El Valle Del Lobo but he put too much into it and it sent Jacob all the way to the outside and this is valuable time he can use to recover!
Jeffrey: Oh come on Eddie! Why tonight of all nights?
Roberts: I don’t know if that was instinct or luck on Scharff’s part but either way he’s still in this for the moment!
*Eddie shuffles forward on his elbows and knees until he can slump his head on the bottom rope and confirm that Jacob is on the ground, writhing in pain. Eddie looks exhausted and exasperated. He gingerly makes his way outside. Jacob is practically dead weight at this point and instead of picking him up Eddie settles for propping him against the steel stairs. He backs up and shouts “Game over!” Eddie goes for a knee but Jacob moves and Eddie slams his knee into the steel!! He howls in pain and rolls back into the ring clutching his knee! Jacob slowly slides in behind him and starts to stalk the champion!*
Phoenix: Eddie’s knee has gotta be killing him! Jacob is now in prime position to put him away!
Jeffrey: Eddie look out!
*Jacob goes for Thunder Drop! Eddie slides out yet again! He puts Jacob on his shoulders! Eddie’s knee gives out!! He goes to one knee and Jacob slides off his shoulders! Jacob’s underneath Eddie! Thunder Drop! It connects!!*
Phoenix: Scharff finally hits Eddie Wolfbaine with the Thunder Drop!!
Roberts: That’s gonna seal Eddie’s fate once and for all!
Jeffrey: Oh come on!
*Cover!
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Eddie gets his foot on the bottom rope!!! The crowd explodes!! They start to chant “Fight forever!”*
Phoenix: I have to agree with this crowd here tonight in London! I could watch these two forever like this! Neither man wants to go out the loser here tonight!
Jeffrey: My heart skipped a beat there for a moment guys.
Roberts: Jacob has hit Eddie with everything, including the kitchen sink, and Eddie has done the same! What is it gonna take to put one of these men away here tonight?!
*Jacob rolls to the floor. Skylar hops the barricade near him and goes to her husband. He looks at her, his eyes asking what he has to do. She tells him “Keep fighting.” He nods and kisses her. She goes back into the crowd as he rolls back into the ring. He slowly drags Eddie to his feet. He gets behind him and locks his arms around his waist! German Suplex! It connects and Jacob holds on! A second German Suplex! It connects! Jacob holds the waistlock! They’re back up! Jacob goes for a third! Eddie uses his leg to block! Eddie with the go behind! Tiger Suplex by Eddie! It hits but Jacob follows through and pops up to his feet! St. Michaels Revenge!! Eddie drills Jacob with a Yakuza Kick! Eddie slaps his knee a few times, trying to get some feeling back into it and slowly he drags Jacob back up to his feet! “I win the war!” he shouts at him! He puts him on his shoulders! Runs towards the corner! Jacob slides out and behind Eddie! A third German Suplex! He keeps the arms locked and pops his hips! A fourth German! A fifth and he finally releases the hold!!*
Phoenix: A five suplex version of Rumbling Thunder!! This is what Revival is all about!
*Jacob foregoes the cover. He drags Eddie to the corner and props him up, and then spins Eddie so his back is to Jacob. He then proceeds to sit Eddie on the top turnbuckle.*
Roberts: What’s Scharff going for now?
Jeffrey: Come on Eddie! Whatever he does, you can counter!
*Jacob makes his way up the ropes besides Eddie. He stands Eddie up. Jacob puts his head underneath Eddie’s shoulder! Avalanche Thunder Drop!! Eddie throws an elbow to stop it! And another! He slides off and crashes to the mat! He struggles to get up on his bad knee as Jacob tries to reposition himself on the turnbuckle! Eddie’s up! He crotches Scharff on the top rope! Now he’s go him on his shoulders! Death Valley Driver! He keeps hold of him, rolls through and picks him back up! Running towards the corner! El Valle Del Lobo!! This time he keeps hold of Scharff and drags him from the ropes for a cover!
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Carson: Here is your winner and…STILL 4CW World Champion…EDDIE…WOOOOLFBAINE!!
*Red and white confetti rains down from the ceiling as the crowd erupts in cheers.*
Phoenix: Eddie retains and ultimately it was the Thunder Drop that cost Jacob here tonight. Trying to go for it from up on the turnbuckles took too much time and Eddie made sure that was the last mistake either man would make.
Jeffrey: I knew Eddie would find a way. Credit where it’s due Scharff gave him a run for his money but here tonight the heart of the wolf beats through London, England.
Roberts: Jacob climbed the mountain but his grip slipped at the top. Hell of an effort tonight though and I’m so excited to see what he does next in 4CW.
*In the ring the belt has been lain across Wolfbaine’s chest. Wolfbaine throws a five-hand-sign up in the air. Suddenly Jacob’s hand snatches Eddie’s outstretched one. Jacob looks livid before telling Eddie, “You got me.” He then starts to laugh as Eddie looks perplexed, but soon he starts laughing as well.*
Jeffrey: What does Jacob have to laugh about?
Roberts:He’s laughing because he had fun. He gave it his all and Eddie took it and dished it back and then some and they had a hell of a match. He’s laughing because despite the loss it was an incredible match. And he's the newest member of the 4CW Hall of Fame! What an incredible night for Scharff and Wolfbaine!
Phoenix: That it was. Ladies and gentlemen for James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey, I’m Scott Phoenix! Goodnight from London and goodnight from Revival XII!
Quick Results:
-Senecca and Dirk Meyer quit 4CW.
-Umbra Maxima [Yesgill & Simtul] def The Liberation [Fischer & Rigg] to win the revived 4CW Tag Team Championships.
-Witch Hazel def Pilgrim Paige (c) in a Graveyard by Moonlight Match to win the 4CW Custom Cup Championship.
-The Supergroup def MONSTAR in a 5-on-1 Handicap Match.
-Clyde Bonham def Brian White (c), Phil McGroin, Glock Nine and Jon Viper to win the 4CW Universal Championship.
-Rhys Cain def Reamer in a King of the Hill Match to save his career.
-Eddie Wolfbaine (c) def Jacob Scharff to retain the 4CW World Championship.
RP Judge:
Rhys
Writing Credit:
Show Open - Rhys
Senecca/Dirk Meyer segment - RD
Liberation vs Umbra Maxima - Rhys
Paige vs Hazel - Paige
Janitur segment - RD
MONSTAR vs The Supergroup - Rhys
Several MONSTAR-related segments - Rhys
Fatal-5-Way - Rhys
Cain vs Reamer - Rhys
(Cain entrance - Paige)
Wolfbaine vs Scharff - Stingmon
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