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Damn good show and i'll try and get a review out hopefully sometime his week.
But really? Jude O'Cater???
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2018. Triple Crown Champion 2020. 2 times Universal, 2 times Tag team and 1 Time World Heavyweight Champion.
Wrestler of the Year 2017, Champion of the Year 2017, Most Improved 2017
Damn good show and i'll try and get a review out hopefully sometime his week.
But really? Jude O'Cater???
IT'S FUNNY DAMMIT.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
This review won't be very detailed because I wrote so much of the show.
-WAR Match: Superb WAR match. Everyone got their moment, there was tag action, weapons, blood, high drama. Everything we expect in this match. LHeat did a geat job with this match and it's an early MOTY contender for sure.
-Universal Title Match:
Wrote it.
-Custom Cup Title Match:
Paige as usual delivers with a great match involving the Custom Cup Title. Hazel has had a hell of a run and it's only natural she drops the belt to Young, who completes a great year with a great title win. 2019 could be his year. The match itself was thrilling from bell to bell, the flaming table spot at the end was shades of NXT and ECW combined, and it just had a BIG feel to it. Awesome job.
-Supergroup/Janiturs Segment:
Wrote it, with creative input from RD.
-Tag Team Title Match:
Wrote it. Maxima are THE tag team to beat right now.
-Willow the Widow/Rhys Cain Segment:
Wrote it, partially. The Willow character is super mysterious and that makes her interesting, and she encapsulated the Cain/Carstein feud well. I finally did with Cain what I've wanted to do for years. Heel Cain will be like nothing you've ever seen before. That is, once he finds a way to get his job back.
-World Championship Match:
Wrote it. Important first title defense for Paige.
-MoreCW Crowe/Sery:
Wrote it.
Match of the Night: WAR. LHeat did a fantastic job.
MVP of the Night: Pilgrim Paige. First title defence is a big step.
Graphic of the Night: 4-Chi-W (but also hyped for us to debut the Lighting in the Bottle match)
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
-WAR Match: Wrote it. Thank you for the very kind words, regardless of a little (or big) stipulation I may or may not have missed! MOTY candidate this early is too kind!
-Universal Title Match: Little short, but I don’t think that's a detriment to the match at all. I really like how the managers got involved here and how the Brass Knuckles use, did NOT result in a screw job. I like that, almost always leads to the screw job. You’ll be back Glock Nine, you’re def 4CW Universal Championship material. I think White may be on another level, like Seth Rollins having the IC belt. Nice title defense!
-Custom Cup Title Match: Sweet Jesus this was brutal. Hazel dished out a ton of punishment to Tommy, but his big spots and highflying ability is able to pull it off. I didn’t think he was going to win with how the match was going, but the final set up and into the Release German Suplex was a fantastic way to end this match. Wow. Really enjoyed this one and really not enjoying having to deal with Hazel soon.
-Supergroup/Janiturs Segment: That pop wasn’t surprising to me! Lol. I really enjoyed this, really liked how SuperGroup laid out all their accomplishments and then the challenge. Nice surprise with Janitur and his group and even better with Janistar! I love this. I finally have some reference material for all of this so I get it! Thanks again Rhys/Paige for filling me in when I ask questions. Read so much about SuperGroup getting that last member, so it’s great to see them finally get into action!
-Tag Team Title Match: This has rematch written all over it! Umbra Maxima are are on fire. Not a bad match, I really like both of these teams movesets. Commentary felt a little rushed, but I understand with Rhys writing nearly the entire show. I do see a rematch here and this match sets up for it beautifully.
-Willow the Widow/Rhys Cain Segment:
“McMahon: That's gotta be Cain!
Phoenix: That's Cain, alright!”
I thought this was hysterical. I died. LOL.
When I read this I couldn’t wait to write my segment for Storm Front. I thought if Rhys were to snap it be him beating the crap out of someone, which happened here obviously. But he first came out talking and I was disappointed b/c I thought this wasn’t a time for words. However, he said very little and I think it was actually very god for the scene. It threw me off, wasn’t 100% Rhys was gonna snap at that point, but he did and making it even better was his lackeys. I thought they were going to hold him back, but they seem to have blind loyalty. Damn I like that dynamic for possible storylines.
In addition, everything with Widow leading up to Rhys losing his mind, was also really well done with a walk down memory lane for Rhys. Making whatever this is very personal. Yet another intriguing plot to all of this. Great segment.
-World Championship Match: For a Triple Threat PPV match (other then Revival). This was the perfect length. I love the dynamic of a triple threat match. The beginnings are usually slow, but once you get to a point where it's one on one, with the third person coming in to disrupt and usually take over. Add into that the No DQ stipulation, this was just fun. I had a feeling Paige would retain and she did, so congrats on the first title defense in a very tough matchup. Great PPV Main Event. Great Show. Felt pretty close to a stacked card and I felt it delivered. Looking forward to the next one and the new storylines already!
-MoreCW Crowe/Sery: This was neat. Update on the whole Rhys thing. He’s fired…...but is he? Lol. The announcing of the main event of Revival was solid, but it was the 2 out of 3 falls for a decisive winner that I really liked. Tag Team title contenders being named, Storm Chaser tournament being announced. It was a quick segment with Sery, but it had some great info to get you hyped for the future. Sweet!
Match of the Night: Custom Cup Title Match
MVP of the Night: Paige with the title defense!
Graphic of the Night: 4-Chi is always good, but the Massacre graphic really stuck out to me. Valentine has usually had some good fortune at that event, maybe that's why. I looks pretty sweet.
Former 4CW Champion
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2019
4CW 2019: Champion/Wrestler/Moment
-WAR Match: Big start to the show and it certainly lived up to the tradition. This was great fun to read, with some massive spots. Both teams got some good hits in, and actually, seeing super Rhys come out for a little bit was fun! Really strong performance from all involved.
-Universal Title Match: Was actually surprised this turned into a championship match actually! Not that I mind, and I rather think that White would rather up the ante if he could. Again, decent match, but Glock just didn't have it in him this time!
-Custom Cup Title Match: Ok, now this was my match of the night, and it was so great to finally see Tommy get that belt, fair and square! And yes, I did know he was going to win, Paige and I had talked about it for a little bit, but that match was amazing. I've said it before, but in some ways I feel Paige knows Tommy better than I do! Especially as he pulled out a new move!
-Supergroup/Janiturs Segment: This just keeps getting weirder and weirder, and I'm really enjoying it. JANISTAR is gonna ruin the supergroups lives!
-Tag Team Title Match: Unbra Maxima are definitely the team to beat. They're on a massive roll at the moment, and I can't really see much that can stand in their way. But then... Brian is eyeing up that triple crown and Grand Slam....
-Willow the Widow/Rhys Cain Segment: What a turn around! This was hypnotising in its performance. The story telling was unreal, I actually saw what was going on as if I was there! What an amazing piece of writing. And having Cain come out in the way he did, again, it was masterfully done, to the point of I even shouted out I think when I read that! And Rhys' faction coming down to join the attack, it was a heel turn and a half! Really well done here!
-World Championship Match: Unfortunately, I kinda feel that this match was overshadowed a little by the previous segment, it was so powerful. But even so, it was a good match, well written and well paced given the added complication of the three way and no dq stipulations. Paige getting the win was well deserved, especially as she pinned McGroin! And Scharff looked strong through out. Good end to the show.
-MoreCW Crowe/Sery: I'm definitely liking this after show idea, and this was a really nice way to announce everything that needed announcing without cluttering up the main show. And they were some exciting announcements too. Revival is already gonna be huge with that main event, not to mention the Storm Chaser tournie. Bring on the new year!
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2018. Triple Crown Champion 2020. 2 times Universal, 2 times Tag team and 1 Time World Heavyweight Champion.
Wrestler of the Year 2017, Champion of the Year 2017, Most Improved 2017
4CW Presents... Storm Front: WAR II
Live from Fiserv Forum (aka Wisconsin Sports and Entertainment Centre)
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
New Year's Eve 2018
Phoenix: And what a way to start off War then with the War match itself!
Roberts: Right you are Scott! We’ve got two men who are no strangers to the War match and those same two men hate each other rotten!
Jeffery: Don’t be dramatic Ray. Rhys Cain hates Valentine, but only because he tried to put his money where his mouth is, and wound up eating every word. This is nothing more than a save face match and he’s putting his rookies in harm's way.
Roberts: He has a 3-time 4CW Hardcore Champion is on his team! They are more than capable!
Jeffery: You’ve gotta be kidding me Ray. Rhys is sending them into a slaughter. Murder of Crows along with 4CW Original Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine and former 4CW Champion Supreme!
"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits. And the just settling in crowd is sent into a foaming frenzy! After a few moments Rhys Cain along with Erica Moxie and the Liberation appear together on stage.
Carson: The following contest is the WAR match! Eliminations occur by pinfall and submission. The last team standing wins! Introducing first, representing The Liberation, GARRET FISCHER and BRUCE RIGG... ERICA MOXIE... and former 4CW Custom Cup Champion, World Heavyweight Champion, and 4CW Hall of Famer… "THE BRUISER" RHYYYYS CAIN!!
Cain exchanges some words with his team mates, they all bump knuckles, and head down to the ring to a big pop! They enter, all in their own various ways, and stand united in the center of the ring. They raise their arms again in unison and after another large pop, they head over to their corner and start speaking to each other. Their body language suggests strategy and Rhys’ attempt to calm the nerves of his teammates.
Jeffery: I sense fear.
“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and the crowd starts with a mixed yet loud reaction. Murder of Crows appear first with Robert Crow still holding the briefcase from the previous show. After a moment, both men stand aside and look back. Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine emerges from the back with his arms out in a “would you just look at me” kind of cocky pose. He grins with every step he takes oozing with confidence. He looks to his new associates and all three men raise shoot their arms up to the crowd as some quick pyros go off. They then take their first steps towards the ramp and suddenly the music cuts and is immediately replaced with “Good Times” by Finger Eleven which blares throughout the arena. Supreme appears behind them and barrels past them nearly shoulder Valentine from behind. The other three men stop for a second and then all proceed to follow him down the ramp, Valentine last with a bewildered look on his face.
Carson: And their opponents, the team of former 4CW Custom Cup Champion, World Heavyweight Champion, 4CW Hall of Famer and the 4CW Hardcore Champion…. SUPREME!!!
The crowd surprisingly pops as he hops onto the apron and while holding onto the top rope, he tosses up his free arm and mouths off to the crowd and then Team Rhys Cain. The cheering calms down enough for Carson to continue.
Carson: And representing Murder of Crows, JASON AND ROBERT CROW!! And former 4CW Universal Champion and Original……….JACK "MAD DOOOOOG" VALENTIIIINE!!
The crowd pops but with jeers on the contrary to Supreme’s reaction. Valentine doesn’t seem to care as he is fixated on Rhys Cain. The closer he has gotten to the ring, the famous grin of his has disappeared. Murder of Crows and Valentine all enter the ring and stand in their corner. Supreme seems to be barking orders at Jason and Robert Crow as Valentine rests his back up against the turnbuckle staring at Rhys. Rhys Cain is noticeably staring back. No anger, no fear, just concentration as the two are nearly locked in a trance.
Phoenix: Where are you sensing that fear from Ray? These two teams look awfully confident and Valentine and Cain look ready to finish this once and for all.
Roberts: I gotta agree with Scott here Ray.
Jeffery: Of course you do, Jimbo. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. You’ll see. Inexperience will be Team Rhys’ downfall.
Cain and Valentine turn their stares upwards and the cage slowly lowers, encasing the ring and a small section of the ringside area, as well as both teams, inside.
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
Rhys tells Bruce Rigg to start the match and the others exit. Valentine exits the ring he sees Rhys do the same. Supreme demands Robert start the match and continuously barks orders as everyone else exits. Both men move in on each other taking their time to size each other and finally lock up.
Phoenix: And we're underway! It's time to go to WAR!
Robert pushes Rigg backwards with his might and he stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Robert tries to capitalize quickly by rushing in, but eats a quickly elbow from Rigg. He then wastes no time in unloading several rights to the skull of his opponent. Robert Crow stumbles but doesn’t falter and eventually block the next incoming blow with his arm and delivers his own. They both instantly lock up again and even slowly spin. This time Rigg wins the battle of strength and rushes Robert backwards into the turnbuckle, but its Team Valentine’s corner! All three members begin pummeling Rigg and he drops to a knee. Robert kicks him in the side of the side and he falls backward onto his back.
Jeffery: Rookie mistake.
Roberts: He’s not a rookie! He competed at Revival!
Jeffery: And he lost. Some guys aren’t meant for the bright lights.
Robert picks up Rigg and grabs his right arm twisting it over his head and yanking it down forcefully. He lifts it up and yanks it downard again as Rigg slaps his own shoulder wincing. Robert tags his brother Jason in. Jason quickly climbs the turnbuckle and drops down connecting with a Double Axe Handle to Rigg’s forehead. Rigg falls to the mat again, Robert exits and Jason starts stomping Rigg. Rigg is taking every shot to the back, but seems to be crawling towards his corner. Jason notices and stops and watches chuckling.
Jason allows Rigg to get about halfway, with his corner reaching and cheering for him, before he grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back, sliding him nearly into Valentine’s corner. He continues to stomp away and adds some drop elbows to the lower back. Rigg winces in pain begins crawling again and Jason just gets a kick out of it. Rigg gets a little further then halfway before Jason grabs the the leg to pull him back. But suddenly Rigg flips over, pulls Jason in and uses both feet to propel Jason backward as he flies onto his back and several feet away!
Rigg rolls back over and dives for his corner slapping a hand! Its Rhys Cain! The crowd explodes as the Bruiser gets into the ring and as Jason gets back up he holds out his hands and pleads.
Roberts: Rookie mistake.
Jeffery: You were just waiting for that one.
Jason backs up as Rhys walks in and suddenly Jason’s back shoulder is slapped and Supreme enters the ring! He starts mouthing off and Rhys gives it right back to him. Rhys points at his own chin and Supreme wastes no time in connecting with a right. Rhys eats it and returns the favor! Supreme looks to have a barely noticeable buckle, but stands firm! The two men then enter into a back and forth of rights!
After a few hard shots, Supreme seems to have gotten the upper hand and continues with his blows backing Rhys up to the ropes! Supreme backs up and runs in for a quick clothesline, but Rhys ducks and eliminates Supreme from the ring!
He then takes off and forearms Robert Crow and shocks Jason! Both men drops to the floor outside and Valentine starts to get into the ring, but the official gets between the two men as Rhys eggs Valentine on. The official is successful in keeping Valentine at bay as he continues to mouth off. Rhys says something back and turns back to where Supreme was and sees him leap from the top rope and connect with a huge crossbody! Valentine roars with laughter as Supreme hooks the leg for the cover!
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Kickout!
Jeffery: Damnit! That would have been the best start ever!!
Roberts: Easy Ray. He’d never go out that easy.
Phoenix: I agree with James, but that's unlike Rhys to get that distracted.
Rhys throws Supreme off of him and both men scramble to their feet. Supreme is a second quicker and leaps and connects for a dropkick! Rhys takes the hit and stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Supreme comes running in and leaps into the and slams into Rhys for a corner splash! Supreme then grabs the back of Rhys’ head and runs forward, jumps, and face smashes Rhys! He holds his face in pain as Supreme pops up and shows off to the crowd who boo tremendously. Supreme mouths off to the crowd and then Rhys' corner. He turns back to Rhys and pulls him to his feet by his hair and backs him up into the ropes and whips him to the adjacent ropes. Rhys hits the ropes as returns to see Supreme leaning forward setting up for a back body drop. Rhys puts on the brakes, grabs Supreme’s head, and twist and lands a neckbreaker!
Rhys jumps to his feet, adrenaline flowing. He grabs Supreme and launches him back to the outside! Supreme crashes at ringside and Rhys runs for the ropes. He bounces off and comes back, throwing himself over the top rope and into Supreme, and they both clash into the cage wall!
Phoenix: Suicide Dive! Cain and Supreme crash into the cage!
Rhys keeps up the offense as he grabs Supreme and whips him towards the steel steps, but Supreme reverses the momentum and Rhys goes toppling over the steel steps! Supreme roughly grabs Rhys and throws him back into the ring, following after him.
Both men get back up and Supreme throws a right hand. Rhys responds with a right hand himself. Rhys grabs Supreme by the back of the head and sends him into the Team Cain turnbuckle. Rhys steps in and chops Supreme’s chest. He then tags in Erica Moxie. Rhys adds another chop and then exits the ring. Moxie steps in and connects with a chop of her own. Supreme’s chest is slightly red as Moxie drags him out of the corner, kicks him in the stomach, lifts him up as he keels over, and drops him right on her knee for a Gut Buster! Supreme holds his gut in pain.
Roberts: Supreme is in trouble!
Jeffery: He won’t go down to Moxie. Just relax!
Roberts: Well if Moxie isn't a threat, how come Supreme attacked her IN A HOTEL LOBBY to take the Hardcore Title?
Jeffrey: Lobby SCHMOBBY! That's how the Hardcore Title goes!
Supreme starts to get up and his on his knees, he looks up and sees Moxie and her leg whip around and slam into his midsection. The sound echoes throughout the arena and Supreme looks as if he is lung has just collapsed! Moxie doesn’t let up and continues with a few more swift kicks to the chest and gut and then she suddenly spins around and lays a roundhouse kick into the back of Supreme’s head and he falls flat on his face!
The crowd roars sensing the first fall! Moxie rolls Supreme over and is suddenly booted in the gut! Valentine has entered the ring and field goal kicked an unsuspecting Moxie! She's partially lifted off the ground and lands holding her gut, gasping for air! The referee quickly ushers Valentine back to his corner and he puts up little fight. Rhys’ corner erupts and demands justice as the Liberation start to enter the ring, but think otherwise.
Order is restored and we’re left with Supreme coming to and making his way to the Valentine corner. Moxie holds her stomach and breathes heavily. After a few moments Moxie starts shuffling over to Supreme. Supreme sensing an opportunity to get to safety, fights through his dazed state and makes his way towards his allies. Moxie comes up behind Supreme as he’s within inches of his teammates outstretched hands. Moxie grabs and German Suplexes Supreme! She gets up and gets leveled a clothesline from Jason Crow! Supreme made the tag!
Jeffery: I can’t breathe.
Roberts: Damnit! Inches. Inches!
Phoenix: I thought that was it for Supreme, but he’s still kickin! And now Moxie is trying to mount a defense!
Jason Crow stands over Moxie and grabs her by her hair with one and hand and lays into her with straight square punches. After five good clean hits he releases her and stares over at the Rhys corner. He flips them off and finds its humorous as he turns back to Moxie. He bends down to pick up Moxie, but she suddenly rolls up Jason for a small package!
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Carson: Jason Crow has been eliminated!
Jeffery: Whaaa...What!?
Valentine quickly enters the ring, but Moxie dives for her corner and tags in Garrett Fischer! Jason Crow argues but only for a second as he is quickly ushered to the back. Valentine is seething with anger, but halts his pursuit. Fischer is aggressive as he moves in, but cautious. Valentine starts to circle, but also backs away until he hits the turnbuckle.
Fischer pounces and shoots at Valentine. Mad Dog side steps him. Valentine squares up and connects with a left jab that puts Fischer off balance. He follows it up with another and another. Valentine swings for a right but it’s dodged! Valentine’s momentum spins him around and Fischer catches him and lifts him up and brings him back down on his knee for a reverse Atomic Drop! Valentine awkwardly stumbles away. He turns back around and is clotheslined right to the ground!
Phoenix: Fischer is bringing it to Valentine!
But Valentine swiftly gets to his feet albeit dazed; Fischer kicks him in the gut and he keels over. Fischer sets him up for a powerbomb and lifts him onto his shoulders! As soon as Valentine gets into the seated position, he wiggles free and drops onto his feet into of a confused Fischer. Valentine lunges forward foot first and nails a vicious Superkick! Valentine rolls onto Fischer’s body, hooking the leg, milliseconds after it hits the mat!
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Carson: Garrett Fischer has been eliminated!
Phoenix: That was quick! And we’re all tied up again!
Jeffery: True leader right there!
Rhys Cain takes this opportunity to get into the ring with Valentine, but Bruce Rigg is already in the ring to avenge his fallen tag partner! Fischer rolls out holding his jaw disappointed and a bit dazed still. He puts up no fight in going to the back as the cage door opens. Valentine grins but has to act quickly as a reckless Bruce Rigg comes charging in. Valentine ducks a clothesline and Rigg runs full steam into Supreme and Robert Crow, knocking them both off the apron and to the floor!
Valentine turns and sees a relentless Rigg come back running full steam and connects with a clothesline that nearly flips Valentine up and over. A shocked Mad Dog hits the mat and quickly pops back up but stumbling. He turns and sees Rigg explode off the ropes and connect with a big Shoulder Block that sends Valentine sprawling backwards and under the bottom rope! He spills out onto the mat below and Rigg is quick to follow. He grabs Valentine by the head and gets him, pulls his head back and slams it into the apron! Valentine’s head bounces off and he drops! Rigg picks up Valentine in a body slam press - then rams Valentine into the cage wall!
Phoenix: And Rigg manhandles Valentine, getting revenge for his fallen comrade!
Rigg rams Valentine into the cage again and drops him. Suddenly as Rigg turns around to check his surroundings, Supreme comes flying in with a clothesline dropping him! Robert Crow appears in the frame and starts stomping the downed Rigg. Rhys Cain and Erica Moxie come flying around from their corner catching Supreme and Robert by surprise! They unload a barrage of rights and lefts backing them up! Valentine and Rigg slowly get to their feet, Rigg first. Rigg slowly reaches out to Valentine, but he drop purposely and Drop Toe Holds Rigg, sending him flying head first into the steel steps! The sound of his skull connecting with the steel is gruesome!
Valentine looks over and sees everyone else occupied with each other and decides to toss Rigg back into the ring and he rolls in. Valentine instead climbs the turnbuckle to the top and looks down on Rigg who is facing upward. Valentine turns facing away from is opponent and leaps, flipping backwards, and down onto Rigg, executing a perfect Moonsault! He even holds hooking the leg for the cover AND gets his feet up onto the middle rope for leverage! The official rushes over from all the chaos outside and slides in for the cover!
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Rigg wiggles and shakes!
3!!!
Bruce Rigg has been eliminated.
Jeffery: Let’s go boys!
Roberts: I feel like the wind just got knocked outta me…..
Phoenix: Valentine! Oh so ever the opportunist!
Roberts: And cheater...
Jeffrey: Cheater?! All is fair in love and WAR!!
Rhys and Moxie are making their way around the ring back to their corner, having left Supreme and Robert Crow hurting. They look on in disappointment, as they realize Valentine has pulled another fast one. Valentine extends both arms out and motions for Rhys to enter the ring and face him. Supreme and Crow get back up on the apron, shaking the cobwebs out. Rhys’ face is squished together in the center with anger. He takes a step forward and has his body half in the ring before Moxie grabs his arm and stops him. She seems to tell him to calm down and not let his emotions get the better of him. She instead slides in and Rhys looks on with an uneasy expression, but returns to his corner.
Valentine and Moxie begin to circle each other. Moxie looks nervous, but quickly drops the look as Mad Dog pounces! He reaches for her and she side steps under his arms and even connects with a right jab to the kidney that Valentine feels. He exhales and angrily lunges again. Moxie leaps up and hooks Valentine’s right arm, flining her legs around his back and hooks the left with her legs! She flips him back to the mat and on his shoulders!
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Roberts: Whoa!!!
Both competitors scramble to get up and Moxie is much faster. Valentine is only on his knees as he eats a point blank dropkick to the kisser! Valentine rolls back and still forces himself up. Its at this point that Moxie kicks him in the gut and quickly gets him up for a Snap Suplex, but doesn’t release the hold as she spins and gets him up again! She quickly connects with a second Suplex! Still not releasing the hold she attempts to do it all over for a third! She holds Valentine up high, but this time spins him, slamming him down in a Brainbuster variation!
Phoenix: ONE MORE WITH MOXIE! Moxie is on fire here tonight!!
She covers Valentine, but Robert Crow immediately enters the ring and stomps the back of her head. She gets right up and before anything can happen, Rhys is in the ring and assaulting Robert Crow! The referee attempts to break them up and in comes Supreme! He swings for Moxie’s head but it's ducked! Moxie then unloads a barrage of lefts and rights backing Supreme up to the ropes! She then runs forward and clotheslines him over the top and he spill out to the floor below! She turns and sees Valentine charging her! She swiftly side steps him, simultaneously grabbing the back of his head, and tosses him over the top rope! He hits the floor hard and nurses his right shoulder. Moxie shouts out to the crowd who erupt. Valentine manages to climb onto the apron and Moxie comes flying in at full speed and he flies off and hits the cage wall, hitting his face and midsection! Moxie flaps her arms up to get the crowd going and they rally behind her. She sizes up Valentine as he stumble around at ringside and turns. She takes off.
Phoenix: Erica Moxie! With the fans at her back! There she goes!!
Moxie runs across the ring and dives head first through the ropes as Valentine turns and looks up. BANG! Moxie falls almost lifeless to the mat and a stunned Valentine looks around in shock. Supreme had it timed perfectly! A steel chair drops from his hands and he tosses Moxie back into the ring and points for Valentine to follow!
Phoenix: Supreme with the steel chair! He just saved Valentine!!
Still in shock, he does so. Robert Crow is down in the corner as Rhys is finally escorted to his corner. He catches a glimpse of Moxie and sees a crimson mask to his surprise. Valentine looks over her and over to Rhys. He picks her up and pulls her own arm around her throat, with his fist in between and he wrenches back with the other. He stares directly at Rhys Cain taunting him.
Jeffery: The Euthanasia Lock!
Phoenix: Shades of the Million Dollar Dream! Moxie may already be out!
Roberts: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! This ref needs help! He’s lost control and Team Rhys, and poor Erica Moxie are paying the price!
Jeffery: No one likes a crybaby, James. THIS. IS. WAR!
Moxie’s face starts to turn blue and it’s really the only other color you can see besides the river of blood flowing downward and even dripping onto the mat. Rhys starts to enter the ring but sees Supreme and even Robert Crow ready to pounce. He has no choice but to let it play out. He looks on in horror as the official raises Moxie's hand up high and watches as it falls lifelessly to the mat. Each time Valentine taunts Rhys to come save his pupil. For a third and final time the arm is raised and falls dead to her side.
Carson: Erica Moxie has been eliminated!
Roberts: Disgusting.
Jeffrey: For the love of all that's sacred, SHUT UP ROBERTS!
Phoenix: Rhys is in serious trouble, folks! Its 3 on 1!
Valentine forcefully throws Moxie to the mat and into a pool of her own blood. Valentine has her blood all over her his cheek, chest, left arm and shoulder. Rhys looks to be between incredible anger and helpless tears as he enters the ring. The crowd is quiet with a few boos as they wait for Valentine and Rhys to lock up. And Valentine tags Robert Crow in and the crowd boo heavily.
Roberts: TYPICAL! Valentine too scared to face the man himself!
Jeffrey: He's not scared! It's called strategy, dipshit.
The Liberation have returned and aid Moxie out of the ring. A large spot of blood in the center of the ring and a smear from where she was dragged out. Rhys Cain’s face becomes emotionless as Robert Crow moves in and lands a right against The Bruiser's face. He eats it and stares Crow down. He chuckles and delivers another that Rhys again eats and starts back Crow up with just his stare. Robert actually drops the smile and pulls back for a haymaker that Rhys easily blocks and he unloads a haymaker of his own, dropping Crow!
He stands over Robert and viciously lands right after right. Crow can’t even defend himself. Supreme and Valentine enter the ring and charge Rhys. Supreme is held up by Fischer grabbing his foot! Rhys quickly stands and grabs Valentine by the throat and launches him into the turnbuckle for a TURNBUCKLE BURNER!
Phoenix: VINTAGE CAIN! The Turnbuckle Burner! We haven't seen that in a while!
Valentine stumbles out of the corner and Rhys hits a Big Boot to the face! Valentine falls back in between the top and middle rope and out to the mat below! He turns as a dazed Robert Crow attempts some kind of dizzy attack. Rhys slips under his arm and holds him. He flips him backwards for AVADA KEDAVRA! Cain quickly rolls on top and hooks the leg!
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Carson: Robert Crow has been eliminated!
Roberts: It's not over yet fellas!
Supreme finally kicks Fischer away and leaps over the top rope to face Rhys. But as soon as he lands Rhys runs in full speed and connects with a Spear! He then climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks down on Supreme who holds his gut. Rhys leaps and brings down a heavy right leg attempting to remove Supreme’s head from his shoulders! He thinks about going for the pin, but sees Valentine slide into the ring!
Valentine is at half speed but gets to Rhys and swings for a right that’s blocked! He quickly brings around his own right and connects on the jaw! He then unloads until Valentine is in the corner, but Valentine quickly eye rakes Cain and he grabs his face turning away. Valentine climbs the turnbuckle halfway and quickly brings down a Double Axe Handle to The Bruiser’s skull!
Phoenix: Brutal shot by Valentine! Cain may be in trouble!
Rhys drops to a knee. Valentine gets behind Rhys and holds his arms back and stands him up facing Supreme. Supreme starts laying in fist after fist. The referee steps in and grabs his arm, but Supreme tosses him away and he falls backward. He pulls back and delivers a crushing haymaker of a right, but Rhys has ducked he hits Valentine right in the nose!
Valentine releases Rhys and grabs his face and stumbles backward and falls! Cain charges and clotheslines Supreme down! He scrambles and gets right back up, only to be clotheslined down again! Rhys now runs the ropes and starts connecting with harder and harder shots until Supreme is too slow to get up. He turns his attention to Valentine, who has stumbled away from the fray. Rhys lunges, lifting his leg up for a Superkick, but Valentine catches the foot! Rhys hopping on one foot, is spun around in a 360 and Valentine catches him under the arm and flips him back for his own AVADA KEDAVRA!
Jeffery: Welp that’ll just do it fellas. Greatest start to a Pay Per View ever.
Phoenix: Valentine stole Cain's finisher!! Rhys is down and out! This can’t be it!
Valentine is yelling out to Supreme to climb to the top. Supreme does so as Valentine drags Rhys over and actually tries to stand him up. Cain is slow to get up, but suddenly with a last ditch effort shoves Valentine back and he flies into the ropes! Supreme now slips and falls onto his groin!
Jeffrey: Supreme will feel that later!!
Valentine returns back and Rhys kicks him in the stomach, forces his head in between his arm and side and flops back driving his head into the mat for a DDT! Valentine eats the canvas and rolls away and out of the ring holding is head. Rhys climbs the turnbuckle quickly and gets Supreme up with him. Rhys has Supreme’s arm up over his head!
Phoenix: SuperPlex! SuperPlex!
Jeffery: Wake up! Don’t you know what's about to happen!? You idiot!!!
Cain hoist Supreme up over his head and both men fall backwards and slam into the mat causing the entire thing to shake and grind! Rhys drapes an arm over Supreme!
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!!
Supreme has been eliminated.
Roberts: Look Ray! It's all tied up again! We’re in overtime!
Jeffrey: You'll be all tied up if you don't SHUT UP!
Phoenix: A huge maneuver to even things up, but it may have come at too much of a cost. Rhys looks to be in some pain to say the least!
The camera can be seen panning a close up on Valentine who has stood up and witnessed the pinfall from the outside. He holds the top of his head with us jaw dropped open in fearful shock. He does, however, see that Rhys is hurt and he sneakily enters the ring under the bottom rope. Rhys leans over onto his side as Valentine comes up behind him and starts kicking him forcefully in the back.
Rhys rolls away slowly to the ropes as Valentine continues the attack. Rhys fights through the attacks and get to his feet. Valentine steps back lays in a heavy right to his face. Rhys seems to rock backward, but stay on his feet. He mouths something to Valentine, who shoots him a confused look and strikes again! Rhys sways backward, but still remains standing. He then holds out his arm and taunts Valentine to keep the blows coming. Valentine’s confused look changes to anger and he begins to unload barrage of reckless attacks. They connect with Cain’s head and he backs up until he’s against the ropes. Valentine pushes Rhys back and sends him for a ride to the adjacent ropes. Rhys hits the ropes and suddenly picks up speed, surprising Valentine, and slams into his ribs for a vicious Spear! Both men now lay flat on the mat looking skyward. The crowd goes wild for The Bruiser!
Roberts: Here we go Ray!
Jeffery: Would you sit down already?!
Phoenix: Both men are starting to stir! Are we about to get a conclusion to this war?!
Both competitors manage to get to their feet simultaneously and slowly turn to face each other. Valentine holding his gut, makes eye contact and instinctively reaches out towards Rhys, but he sneaks under this arm and quickly lifts and flips him back for a surprising AVADA KEDAVRA! Rhys rolls onto of Valentine for the pin! He waits but no slamming of the mat as happened! He looks back and sees the official sprawled out on the mat!
Phoenix: Valentine’s foot connected with the referee’s face!
Jeffery: Oh those 4CW officials are awfully fragile!
Rhys springs up and starts trying to get the official out of his daze. Suddenly, from the top of the stage Murder of Crows appears with Robert Crow holding a chair in hand, they begin storming down the ramp!
Rhys looks furious as he screams out to them. They reach the bottom of the ramp, trying to rip open the cage door, but are assaulted from behind by the returning Liberation right behind them! A fight ensues on the outside!
Phoenix: It's chaos outside the cage!
Rhys turns back and Valentine is standing! He kicks him in the gut and hooks his arms! He leaps back….no Rhys wiggles free, takes a step back, and runs forward connecting with a devastating BUSAIKU KNEE KICK!!
Phoenix: DRAGON RAGE! CAIN HITS DRAGON RAGE!!
Valentine is DOWN AND OUT! Rhys scrambles to his feet, barely able to stand! He turns on the spot - AND TAKES A STEEL CHAIR TO THE FACE BY SUPREME!
Roberts: What the hell?! Supreme has already been eliminated!!
Jeffrey: But he was still in the cage! THIS IS WAR!
Supreme slides the chair out of the ring, pulls Valentine onto Rhys, and rolls out of the ring!
Roberts: No! It can’t end like this!
Jeffery: Come on Ref! Snap out of it!
Phoenix: The official is now crawling!
He slowly lifts his arm and counts!
1….
Rhys allies on the outside are oblivious outside of the cage and fending off Murder of Crows!
2….
Supreme joins the assault on the outside!
3!!!
Roberts: NO!
Jeffrey: YES!
Phoenix: It's all over!!
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
Carson: Here are your winners, MURDER OF CROWS, SUPREME AND JACK VALENTIIIIINE!!
"Supernova Goes Pop" hits the speakers! The cage starts to raise in the air. At the first opportunity, Valentine’s team slides back into the ring as The Liberation nurse their wounds and look into the ring with shock and disappointment. Rhys has rolled over, but is still trying to figure out what just happened. The Crows help Valentine to his feet and raise his arm in victory and he finally realizes himself and grins. He starts shouting out to the booing crowd and then down at Rhys.
Jeffery: Whoa baby! What a great start!
Phoenix: Come on Ray, Rhys Cain was mounting a record comeback!
Roberts: Supreme was eliminated and should have been nowhere near the ring.
Jeffery: Shoulda, coulda, woulda. All I see is Jack Valentine with his hands raised high!
Valentine groggily falls against the ropes and his team mates help him out of the ring, celebrating up the ramp as the cage raises to the ceiling fully. While the victors leave, The Liberation roll into the ring. Valentine's music cuts out. Cain sits up, bloody from the chair shot that cost him, and brutally exhausted. Fischer and Rigg both help him to his feet, and the crowd give him a cheer to show they respect his efforts. Cain looks crestfallen when he realises what's happened. The Liberation help Cain out of the ring and start to move up the ramp.
Phoenix: What a match! What a WAR! Cain and his team gave it everything they had but it just wasn't enough!
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW Universal Championship!
Phoenix: Well, that's an interesting development! I guess White's non-title match is no longer non-title!
"Am I Savage?" by Metallica hits the PA system. The crowd surprisingly pop for the home town wrestler as The Hollowpoint Bullet steps out on stage, complete with bandanna and trench coat, and a nasty snarl on his face. Eventually, the pop dies out and the boos emerge. Accompanying Glock Nine is Victor Venom, with a suit and tie and a seedy grin.
Carson: Introducing first, the challenger, being accompanied by Victor Venom, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 275lbs... GLOOOCK... NINE!!
Glock Nine stomps down the ramp and enters the ring. Every step of the way, he hurls abuse at several members of the crowd. Once in the ring, he removes his coat and bandanna and awaits his opponent.
"Wherever I May Roam" by Yashin hits the PA system. Out comes, to a raucous response, the two-time 4CW Universal Champion! He lumbers out on stage with the belt held high. Accompanying Brian White is Miss Teri, who whispers some words on the ramp before they head down to the ring.
Carson: And introducing the champion, being accompanied to the ring by Miss Teri, from Barry, South Wales, weighing in at 400lbs... he is the 4CW Universal Champion... BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!
White comes down and enters the ring with the Universal Championship over his shoulder. Miss Teri goes to the outside. White hands the belt over to the referee, who shows the crowd, then hands it to the ringside assistant.
Phoenix: I understand that Brian White demanded this be a title match so Sery obliged!
Roberts: That's cos Brian White is a fighting champion! And this is a big opportunity for Glock!
The bell rings and Glock and White clash in the middle of the ring with a standard grapple. The two big men struggle in a stalemate in the middle of the ring, until Glock kicks White in the knee and locks him in a side headlock. White repositions and rips his way out of Glock’s hold. Glock spins around and gets in White’s face but White hits him with a right hand. Glock throws one back but White comes back harder and then sends Glock to the ropes.
Glock ducks White’s clothesline attempt and continues to run to the opposite ropes. White spins around to meet his opponent but Glock is faster and knocks White to the mat with a Big Boot!
Phoenix: Glock Nine with the first advantage.
White is fairly quick to get to his feet but not quick enough to prepare for Glock, who grabs White and Irish whips him into the corner. Glock charges after White and hits a corner clothesline! White stumbles out of the corner and Glock lifts White and hits a Sidewalk Slam!
Jeffrey: No-one packs as much punch as Glock Nine!
Glock hooks White’s leg and the ref slides in to count. 1... 2... No! White kicks out!
Roberts: Impressive start by Glock but it’s not enough to derail the Freight Train!
Glock grumbles as the champion kicks out and wastes no time in grabbing White and lifting him bs l up to a standing position. White stands groggily on his feet for a moment, until Glock strikes him with a cheap elbow to the face! White grunts and falls down to a knee, clutching his face. Glock grins. Then, White gets back up to his feet and smashes Glock with an elbow that sends him falling on his ass! White rises as Glock hastily gets to his feet. Glock charges for White but White reverses the momentum and takes out Glock with a belly to belly suplex!
Both big men scramble back up but now it is White who had the edge. He grabs Glock and sends him to the corner with a seismic Irish Whip. White wastes no time in charging after Glock, taking him out with his signature Stinger Splash in the corner!
Phoenix: Stinger Splash from White!
Glock stumbles out of the corner, by which time White has already made a run for the ropes. As Glock arrives at the middle of the ring, White blindsides him with a huge Big Boot to the side of the head!
Phoenix: What a thunderous Big Boot!
White doesn’t stop there. As Glock crashes, he runs back to the ropes and comes back with a huge Leg Drop!!
Jeffrey: And there’s the Leg Drop! I think it may be over for the Glock!
White covers Glock! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Glock kicks out! White chuckles frustratingly to himself but then accepts the situation and nods to himself.
Jeffrey: Alright, Glock is still in this thing!
White starts to feel the burn of the match as he uses the ropes to help get to his feet. The ref quickly goes to check on him. Immediately at this point, Victor Venom goes in close and hands something to Glock Nine discreetly.
The referee doesn’t see anything, but Miss Teri does, and she jumps up on the apron to protest to the ref. The ref demands she get off the apron as White stumbles away. Glock slips something on his fingers and punches White across the face!!
Phoenix: Was that — it is, look! Brass knucks!
Jeffrey: ...it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught!
White crumbles as Glock slips the knucks off his hand and throws them back to the outside. Venom grabs the knucks and slips them back in his suit and the ref sees nothing! Miss Teri continues to protest! The ref warns her again and Glock tells her in very unkind words to kindly fuck off so the referee could count his pinfall. Eventually Glock gets tired of waiting and runs at Miss Teri, who jumps down from the apron just in time! Glock screams some profanities at her before going back and hooking White’s leg! ONE ... TWO ... NO! White kicks out!
Jeffrey: Miss Teri’s protests might have saved White there!
Roberts: There wouldn’t be any protests had Glock not cheated!
Glock looks annoyed that his plan didn’t pan out. He gets back up and tries to communicate with Victor Venom again. Before Venom can do anything however, Miss Teri comes out of nowhere and slaps Venom across the face!! Venom cowers and retreats and Teri comes after him, slapping him again and chasing him up the ramp!
Phoenix: Miss Teri is neutralising the Victor Venom problem!
Inside the ring, Glock growls again at his turn of misfortune and instead stomps the crap out of White in an attempt to deliver some critical damage. Glock then drags White to his feet. Glock lifts his boot on to White’s chin to attempt Count The Lights, but suddenly, White comes to life. He knocks away Glock’s boot then takes him out with an Atomic Drop! Glock stumbles into the corner and White cups his hands, calling for the Spear! Glock groggily advances and White storms through him with an earth shattering Spear!
Phoenix: RUNAWAY TRAIN! WHITE TAKES OUT GLOCK!
White lands on Glock and hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner and STILL 4CW Universal Champion... BRIAN THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN WHITE!!
Phoenix: What a performance from Brian White! Glock’s underhand tactics were not enough to get the job done!
Roberts: and White ends 2018 with a Universal Title defence!
“Wherever I May Roam” hits the PA and Brian White celebrates in the ring with his championship held high. Miss Teri comes back to the ring to celebrate the victory with White while the camera cuts away.
Referee Anna Molly stands in one corner of the ring, mentally preparing herself for the surely violent stipulation match just ahead. Meanwhile, Michael Carson climbs in with mic in hand and moves to the center of the ring. There's a table each for two opposing sides of the ring, each with a bottle of flammable liquid and a BBQ lighter sitting on it.
Carson: The following contest is a HOT DATE MATCH and is for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship! The rules are simple: there are none! Victory can only be achieved by putting one's opponent through a FLAMING table.
The arena goes dark and the crowd pops as Iron Maiden's "Aces High" kicks in. Black-and-white scenes of war appear on the 4CWtron, with white lights dancing to the rhythm of the drums.
Roberts: We thought we'd seen the last of these two warring it out for Custom Cup supremacy at Gallows End, but here we are at War II in the wake of Tommy's big victory in the #1 contendership battle royal earlier this month.
Phoenix: Indeed, and while no one has heard from Hazel since Gallows End, I've confirmed she is here and has been tended to by our wonderful medical staff. As long as she's able to bring her 'A' game in the ring tonight, this promises to be yet another thrill ride.
Jeffrey: Let's hope that's the case and she's been getting back on track since that night.
The guitar lines begin to soar as pyro explodes up from the stage. Tommy Young soars through the fire, hitting a perfect three-point landing on the other side! The young man rises to his feet, with his stance wide and a big grin on his face. Young raises his arms above his head, with forefingers and thumbs outstretched so his thumbs touch and his fingers are pointing above the ring.
Phoenix: And what a year this kid has had! Tommy Young has been one of our hottest rising stars throughout 2018, and claiming his first gold would be one hell of a way to close out 2018!
Roberts: Young has really stepped his game up these past few months, let's see if he can navigate this hectic contest and bring it all together just right.
Tommy holds the pose for a few seconds before dropping his arms and making his way to the ring, slapping outstretched hands on either side of the ramp as he does so. The screen continues to show scenes of jet fighters flying in formation and gun cams showing missiles destroying bunkers, interspersed by stock footage of Tommy performing his dazzling high-flying maneuvers.
Carson: Introducing first, the challenger, from Barry, South Wales and weighing in at 195lbs... he is ... TOP GUN... TOMMYYY... YOOOUNG!
Tommy enters the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckles, standing on the second rope and again doing his "fighter jet" hand gesture. Young is full of energy, feeding off the crowd's own. He then jumps down and moves to center ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation as his theme song fades out.
The crowd pops as Lycia's gothic dirge "Baltica" begins. Bluish-white spotlights dance about the stage. A pair of silvery, cat-like eyes appear on the 4CWTron. Suddenly, it malfunctions, glitching into broken images and then freezing. The lights, tron and music all cut out at once. Dancing, colorful spotlights illuminate the stage as the jumbotron restarts. Brightly-lit carnival rides and colorful game stalls are displayed for a few moments. Suddenly, the imagery switches out to show eerie, abandoned amusement parks under dark, foreboding skies. The imagery fades to black, and those silvery eyes reappear on the screen. Sigh's "Inked in Blood" rattles the speakers! The lights dim and a spotlight illuminates Witch Hazel as she darts out from behind the curtain to a huge pop! Hazel is wearing her personally-designed Custom Cup title belt loosely around her waist. Hazel strolls to the top of the ramp, takes a quick look around and bends low, and windmilling her hair around like mad!
Carson: Making her way to the ring, from both everywhere... and nooowheeere... weighing in at 128 pounds... she is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion... WITCH! HAAAZELLL!
Jeffrey: She's ready to rumble, baby! Woohoo!
Phoenix: It seems so indeed. Quite the relief, speaking for myself.
Roberts: The third-longest reigning Custom Cup Champion, live and in colour!
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! Your pubescent, cracking voice is ruining all the magic.
Hazel takes a few steps to her right, standing near the edge of the ramp. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the ring. The silver-haired sorceress bolts toward the barricade—leaps—and proceeds to run the length of the barrier all the way down to ringside! At the end of her daring sprint, Hazel jumps down to the floor and slides into the ring. She looks upon the sea of people, then climbs the near turnbuckles and gets to windmilling again. When she backflips off the second rope and hits the mat, a burst of silver pyro shoots up from all four ring posts. Hazel gazes about once more with her intense, lustrous eyes. The arena lights return to normal as her theme song cuts out.
Jeffrey: Woo, I can't wait! Let's get right into it.
Hazel removes the title belt from around her waist and hands it over to referee Anna Molly, who's all smiles to see Hazel well. As Anna starts displaying the title over her head, Hazel jogs over and gives Tommy a hug. He beams, and the two exchange a few quick words together. Hazel returns to her corner, and Anna concludes the title display. After handing the title off, she calls for the bell.
DING-DING-DING!
Roberts: Let the madness begin!
Phoenix: Madness indeed, and in an effort to keep this from turning from entertainment to tragedy, some of the security officers around the barricade have fire extinguishers, all ready to go if and when needed.
Hazel and Tommy head straight at one another, right into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Tommy makes a move, pulling off a standing switch to catch Hazel up in a rear waistlock. The moment he locks his hands, Witch Hazel spins on her heel for a back elbow to escape, but Tommy Young is too quick—he ducks it as she swings around, tightens his grip round her waist and runs her into a corner. Tommy lashes out with a quick chop but Hazel ducks out of the way and rolls forward to the middle of the ring, creating distance. She rises to her feet—turns to face Young—and Matrix dodges a running clothesline! Young has this tactic scouted and propels himself up into a standing moonsault that flattens Hazel's arched back into the canvas! Tommy seemingly drives the air out of both Hazel and himself, landing with his full weight on top of her! The crowd pops.
Roberts: Wow!
Phoenix: What an explosive start to this title match. These two know each other so well, they're so fast—expect this one to come down to the wire, just about as much as a tables match possibly can.
Top Gun stands and sits Hazel up, mindful of his own ribs in the wake of the mid-air moonsault collision. Young then draws his leg back and unleashes it in a kick to the back, bringing Hazel to grit her teeth in pain. Tommy runs past Hazel and hits the ropes. Picking up speed off the rebound, he launches himself into the air for a low dropkick that the champion only barely avoids. Hazel kips up as Tommy finds his feet, finding herself a step ahead, which is just enough to drive her instep into the back of Young's knee, throwing him off-balance. Hazel follows up with another stiff kick of this sort and then drops to the mat, spins on her heel and trips Tommy's legs out from under him. Just as Hazel did moments earlier, Tommy Young kips back up, only to be met with a big dropkick that sends him right back down to the canvas and reeling away! Young leans heavily on the middle rope, trying to catch a breather. Unfortunately for him, Hazel has sinister intent: she heads out onto the apron, takes a step toward Tommy and cartwheels into him, striking him in the back of the head with her leg! Tommy Young's chest snaps off of the middle rope and he finds himself dazed and confused on the canvas.
Jeffrey: This kind of frantic action is like breakfast to these two by now, real bread and butter stuff. If bread and butter were awesome! And paired with bacon, preferably.
Roberts: Missed breakfast today, huh Ray?
Jeffrey: Roberts, so help me god I will end you and eat you, you full-bellied bastard.
Phoenix: Hold that thought gentlemen, Hazel's going up top!
Hazel reaches the top turnbuckle and leaps from her perch, jumping off and taking Young down with a crossbody! Top Gun rolls through the impact but there are no pinfalls in this match, so both competitors scramble back up to their feet as quick as they can. Upon regaining their feet, Tommy makes the first move by trying for a superkick, but Hazel dodges it and hits another high dropkick! Hazel gets back up and waits for Young to get back to his feet.
Roberts: Hazel looks to be in control here!
Hazel stalks Young and once he stands, she comes up behind him and hooks on an inverted facelock, looking for the Headliner DDT. Young's scouting and instincts pay off as he swiftly turns inward toward Hazel, grabs her round the waist and lifts her Northern Lights-style. Instead of going for the suplex, however, Tommy tosses Hazel a few feet ahead of himself in a kind of release flapjack variation. Hazel tries to stand and gets up onto a knee, but Young is right there off a rope-run and charges into her with a wicked spinning heel kick, taking her back down with authority! Young gets back up, lifting Hazel on his way and whips her off to the ropes. As she comes back, he ducks under her wild, swinging arm and runs to the ropes himself. The both of them bounce back from either rope and clash in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline, causing them both to crash down to the canvas and duelling chants to start up!
Jeffrey: Wow. These two aren't bending an inch!
Roberts: What frenetic back and forth action! Only in 4CW will you see this calibre of competition!
Jeffrey: Ugh. Don't sound so corporate, idiot! You'll end up as a ticket promoter or something. Actually, now I think of it—go nuts! Be as big of a corporate shill as you can, Roberts.
Some time passes as both competitors roll to the opposite sides of the ring, using the ropes for support. Witch Hazel and Tommy Young groggily approach the center of the ring around the same time after using the ropes to help themselves back up. Young unleashes a vicious knife edge chop to Hazel's chest. Hazel winces in the moment but retaliates with a chop just as vicious! Young fights the pain and then throws a right hand! Hazel stumbles back but matches Tommy with a right hand of her own!
Phoenix: See-saw action still at play here. Something's gotta give!
Tommy Young abruptly launches himself forward with a clothesline attempt, but Hazel ducks. She runs to the ropes and Top Gun charges after her a second later, but Hazel meets him on her return and takes the challenger over with a Japanese arm drag! Young rushes back up to his feet, but The Hedge Witch has the momentum and grabs Young round the waist, driving him into the mat with a sidewalk slam!
Phoenix: Witch Hazel is looking in the form of her life! Despite the concerns and the aspersions about her mental health, she’s proving that being in that ring is second nature to her!
Hazel lifts Young up from the canvas and forcefully whips him into the corner. Following her opponent in, Hazel ducks under Young and lifts him up so that he’s sitting on the top rope.
Jeffrey: What's Hazel planning here?!
Hazel throws a few forearms to keep Tommy dazed and climbs up onto the top rope with him! Together they stand atop the turnbuckle, and Hazel grabs Tommy by the head. Young interrupts Hazel's headbutt attempt with a shot to the solar plexus.
Roberts: Precarious situation here!
Tommy Young throws a few more defensive gut shots. With a burst of energy and his impressive agility, Tommy slips down from the turnbuckle between Hazel's feet, finding his own back on the canvas! An "ooh" escapes many of the fans' mouths. Young spins on his heels, charges at Hazel and swipes at one of her legs, but Hazel performs a momentary partial handstand by throwing her weight forward and grasping the ring post! Her legs come back down on Tommy's shoulders and—seizing the moment—she pushes herself up into the air, tucks inward toward Tommy and sends the challenger tumbling out through the ropes! Young's back hits the apron and then impacts on the floor as he careens out of the ring! The Fiserv Forum audience shows its appreciation for the skill and tenacity on display.
Jeffrey: This is crazy! Seems like each time these two face each other, it gets harder and harder to predict a winner! At this point the bar is set at, "Who the hell knows?!" I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride, I guess!
Phoenix: I'm with you, Ray.
Hazel rolls out of the ring and grabs the bottle of flammable liquid from this side's table. After opening the lid, she begins to pour it all over the table. With that task completed, Hazel picks up the barbecue lighter and CHOP BLOCK! Tommy Young picks Hazel's leg out from under her, lunging in from a crouch, totally unseen!
Roberts: Young came outta nowhere!
Phoenix: That was a very crafty move by the challenger. Tommy Young played possum and made it a point to avoid rising to his feet—and boy, did the element of surprise pay off!
Tommy takes a quick breather as Hazel crawls over to the barricade and uses it to help herself get back up. With a surge of adrenaline, "Top Gun" Tommy Young distances himself from Hazel, lines himself straight-on to her and takes off running, catching the champion with a leaping clothesline that sees both competitors go crashing over the barricade! Referee Anna Molly slides out of the ring and hops the barrier to check on each downed athlete as security ensures the nearest fans to the action are keeping well away. It takes a few moments for Tommy and Hazel to get back up; both of them make use of the barricade to hurry the process. Anna gets out of dodge, heading back to the relative safety of ringside. Once vertical, champion and challenger get right back on the attack and meet each other with flurries of forearms, dizzying each other in the process. Tommy's cobwebs seem to clear out first, and he lashes out with a knife edge chop that both wounds and fires Hazel up! Adrenaline pumping, another striking contest ensues. This comes to a head when a wobbly Hazel ducks a spinning backfist and traps Young's arms in a double over-hook. Throwing caution and brain cells to the wind, the Silver-Haired Sorceress repeatedly bashes her own head into Tommy's, only stopping when she gets too dizzy to keep up good impact! Tommy Young crumples to the floor!
Roberts: Reckless, but effective offense from Witch Hazel.
Jeffrey: I don't think she even meant to hurt him. That's just Hazel's idea of playing head games!
Some further cobweb-shaking later, Hazel pulls Tommy onto his feet, using the barricade to sort of "slide" him up to a vertical base. Wearily, she hoists the challenger over the barricade—unwittingly depositing him onto the table. The crowd "oohs" and upon seeing what's happened, so does Hazel. All at once filled with glee at the prospect of chaos, Hazel hops the barricade, climbs onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. With a devilish grin plastered across her face, she walks along the top rope, lining herself up with Tommy.
Phoenix: Champion has bad intentions here!
As Hazel bends at the knees for her leap, Tommy groggily scrambles down from the table, falling onto hands and knees at ringside. On the top rope, Hazel tries to re-center herself—can't, to the crowd's horror—and falls forward right into Tommy's waiting arms as he makes the last-second save!
Roberts: My god! Young saved Hazel from certain disaster on that one!
Jeffrey: Sure, but this is a Hot Date match, not an actual date! Fly-boy is an idiot!
Face-to-face with her saviour, Witch Hazel's piercing eyes—a dazzling green in this light—meet Tommy's, and she thanks him non-verbally with a refreshing mist of BRAIN FOG! The crowd is torn, but thoroughly entertained.
Jeffrey: Woohoohoo! I toldja the kid's a moron! Opponent makes a mistake—he saves her and then leaves a huge opening! Young just cost himself the belt, mark my words!
Roberts: I thought you weren't playing sides for this one?
Jeffrey: That was before, this is now, Roberts!
Hazel tries to turn away, eyes on the fallen lighter—but in Tommy's embrace, the Brain Fog sets in and the blinded, increasingly crazed Tommy Young won't let go, squeezing in on Hazel's back!
Phoenix: And now the innovator of the Flytrap is caught in a trap of her own making! Young is cinching in tight—a Brain Fog-boosted bearhug that would do big Freight Train proud! Turnabout is fair play, Ray.
Jeffrey: No! Come on, Hazel, fight it!
Hazel, desperate, rams her forehead into Tommy's own once more, but it seems to have no effect! With nowhere to go, Hazel finds herself being swung around by the challenger and—WHAM!—Tommy swings her into the edge of the fuel-soaked table—a devastating improvised belly-to-belly suplex! Hazel crumbles onto the floor, unmoving! The crowd oohs and groans in response to the sound of Hazel's back bashing into the table.
Roberts: What impact! Hazel might be out!
Phoenix: She may well be, but can Tommy get his head on straight and find a way to keep his momentum going?
A few moments after the shock fades off, a "HOLY SHIT!" chant starts up in the stands. Young blindly reels away from the table, using the barricade for help keeping on track. As he does this, Anna uses the opening to safely check on Hazel. When Young gets lined up horizontally to the commentary table, his fans try to verbally direct him the right way to turn and walk, while those who prefer Hazel try to misdirect the challenger. Ultimately, Young does make his way to the commentary desk, shouting along the way about water.
*Ray Jeffrey grabs James Roberts' water bottle and hangs on tight to his own.
Roberts: Hey! What gives?
Jeffrey: It's always mine! Nuh-uh, not this time, baby!
Tommy sets hands upon the commentary desk, unseeingly coming within inches of Roberts' water bottle, but suddenly stands up straight and sniffs the air. A moment later, Young snatches Jeffrey's water bottle right out of his hands and flushes his eyes with its contents.
Jeffrey: Hey! What the hell, flyboy?!
Tommy: Thanks, Ray! That's a terrible cologne, by the way.
Jeffrey: Than—hey, wait!
Tommy does not wait, promptly turning his attention back to Hazel, who has since managed to gingerly roll herself into the ring in an effort to recover on a less unforgiving surface. Young slides into the ring and rises to his feet, only to be met with a running big boot as Hazel springs into action, leaving the challenger dazed on the canvas!
Jeffrey: Sole Sorcery outta nowhere, baby! Never count Hazel out!
Phoenix: Tommy Young is down but Hazel needs to get him through a table if she wants to walk out of here with the championship!
Hazel has the same idea as Phoenix, and attempts to drag Young to the ropes. Then she changes tact and runs to the ropes, coming back with a baseball slide that knocks Young back out of the ring. Hazel rolls out and picks Tommy up, attempting to lay him on to the table. Young resists, catches her with an errant elbow strike and then takes out Hazel with the Pele Kick!
Roberts: The challenger still has some fight left in him as well!
Young kips up onto his feet, second wind in swing. He lifts Hazel up in the air for a suplex, attempting to put her through the table! When he lifts her vertically, Hazel's knee smashes him in the forehead and she clambers back down to her feet. Hazel rolls back into the ring to try and get a moment to recuperate and figure out her next play, but Young follows right in behind her! As Hazel scrambles up to her feet, she runs to the ropes, unaware that Young has followed. She comes back with the intention of diving to the outside but is stopped short by Tommy Young, who drives her into the mat with the Slingblade!
Phoenix: Hazel didn't see that coming! Tommy Young has an opening here!
Young jumps back up to his feet, feeding off the red-hot crowd. He looks at the turnbuckle with a hunger in his eyes—AND STARTS THE CLIMB!
Jeffrey: Oh no!
Young reaches the top and looks down at Hazel in the ring. He takes a deep breath—prepares for takeoff—AND SOARS THROUGH THE AIR, HITTING A BEAUTIFUL 450 SPLASH!! The crowd breaks out in a "THIS IS AWESOME" chant, an electric fever dancing through the audience!
Phoenix: Top Gun flies! An expertly executed 450 Splash from 4CW's premiere high-flyer!
Roberts: Incredible move! Hazel looks like she's out of it.
Jeffrey: Yeah but this match ain't over til the fat lady burns! Somebody's gotta get a table lit up here.
Tommy fights the instinct to nurse his ribs in the wake of the 450, too aware of the opportunity he's created. Rolling out of the ring on the same side that—as it happens—pretty much all the ringside action has taken place at, Tommy quickly finds the lighter. With the table already soaked in the flammable substance, Top Gun simply sets it ablaze with the barbecue lighter. With the fire successfully started, the challenger turns his attention back to Hazel, who's still down and out in the ring.
Phoenix: This is it, kid! Get yourself some gold!
Weary and close to spent, Tommy Young slides under the ropes and just halfway into the ring, catching a hold of Hazel's left heel and pulling her over to the ropes. On absolute raw instinct, Hazel rears her leg back and the ensuing tug-of-war grinds to a halt when Hazel bunny-kicks Young in the chest, knocking him away and onto hands and knees, winded, the flames pouring intense heat down his back.
Roberts: Somehow, some way, Hazel is still alive in this match!
Jeffrey: Of course she is! There's zero give in her!
Tommy fights his way back onto his feet with the help of the ring apron. In the ring, Hazel manages to get back up and spots Young's head resting weakly on the apron. Hazel takes a few steps back and then darts forward, full speed ahead and baseball slides at Young's head—Young dodges last second! Tommy grabs Hazel's dangling legs and yanks her the rest of the way out of the ring, spins her by the arm to face his way—JUMPING KNEE TO THE FACE! The fans are going berserk! Hazel falls, insensible, against the ring apron, just as Tommy had been moments before! Tommy hurriedly slides into the ring, spinning on his palms and knees as he goes so as to be immediately facing Hazel, wasting no time! Young charges ahead a few steps—swings through the top and middle rope—TIGER FEINT KICK to the back of Hazel's head! Hazel staggers back, just a couple of feet away from the flaming table! Tommy Young hops down off the apron and grabs Hazel by the waist—standing switch—the lift!—
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!
Witch Hazel crashes and burns!
DING-DING-DING!
Tommy, with his last ounce of strength, pulls Hazel out of the splintery conflagration that blazes before his weary eyes.
The Fiserv Forum Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Security gets the flames put out as Carson pipes up on the mic for the official announcement.
Phoenix: He did it! The 20-year-old upstart, the breakout success story of 2018, caps his 2018 off with the biggest win of his life, winning gold here at War!
Jeffrey: I'm not too big to admit the kid earned it. Talent recognizes talent, after all.
Roberts: Uh-huh.
"Aces High" hits the PAs.
Carson: Here is your winner... and the NEW CUSTOM CUP CHAMPION... "TOP GUN" TOMMY YOUNG!
Anna Molly exits the ring and checks on Hazel first, making sure to find some degree of responsiveness. She then checks on Tommy, who, with Anna's help, groggily drags himself into the ring, slowly but surely. Once he's in, Anna follows in beside him and, on his knees, "Top Gun" Tommy Young has his hand raised in victory! Anna motions to the timekeeper for the belt, and she promptly retrieves it and hands it over to the brand new Custom Cup Champion! After a long few moments of catching his breath, Tommy Young rises to his feet and holds the belt high above his head, to a deafening crowd response!
Roberts: What a contest! What more can be said? This was awesome.
Phoenix: Congratulations to Tommy Young, our new Custom Cup Champion! And now it's time for a special announcement... roll the tape!
Phoenix: What an announcement!
Jeffrey: This is something I can get behind! The first ever Lightning in the Bottle match will take place at Revival XIII!
Roberts: Revival can't come soon enough, but this is WAR! And we have a Tag Team Championship match ready to go!
Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW Tag Team Championships!
“Forever Lotus” by Rude. hits the PA system. There is a rousing cheer from the crowd to greet the challengers.
Carson: Introducing first, the challengers, from Osaka, Japan, weighing in at a combined weight of 332lbs... Oki-Kira... Tsukiko Mizuno... SILEEEENT SOOORCERY!!
Both Kira and Kiko make their way down the ramp after their acknowledgement of the crowd and each other on the stage.
Phoenix: Silent Sorcery have had a whirlwind couple of months. In September, they won the 4CW Tag Team Titles. Then, in October, they lost the titles back to Umbra Maxima. Tonight, they cash in their rematch and get one more opportunity at those tag titles!
Roberts: All they have to do is do what they did before - beat Umbra Maxima! But we all know that’s easier said than done.
Jeffrey: Absolutely! The now two time 4CW Tag Champions Umbra Maxima are the most dominant team in 4CW - Silent Sorcery will have to bring something magical tonight!
Silent Sorcery take their positions in the ring as “Taking You Down” by Egypt Central hits the speakers.
Carson: And introducing the champions, from New York, New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 485lbs, they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions ... Maximillian Yesgill ... Elfan Simtul ... UMBRAAAA MAXIMAAAA!!
Out from the curtain comes the towering Elfan Simtul and the smaller but speedier Yesgill. Both have their titles wrapped around their waists and are met with a smattering of boos as they come down the ramp.
Phoenix: And here come the champs. Frankly, they dominated 2018, holding the titles for all but one of the eight months of the year since they were revived. We’ll see if they can go into 2019 and follow the same trend!
Umbra Maxima enter the ring and take the corner opposite Silent Sorcery. The referee checks both teams for foreign objects and when he is satisfied, takes the titles and raises them in the air, one in each hand, before handing them to a ringside assistant.
Tsukiko and Simtul take to the apron, allowing Oki-Kira and Yesgill to start the match. The two lock up in the middle of the ring. Kira overpowers Yesgill and pushes him into the corner. The ref breaks them up and Kira steps back, conforming to the referees orders. Yesgill takes advantage of this and sneakily kicks Kira in the gut, then whips him to the ropes.
Kira comes back with speed and Yesgill attempts a clothesline. Kira ducks and again goes to the ropes. Yesgill spins around and Kira meets him with a Japanese Arm Drag.
Both men jump back to their feet and Kira continues on the offensive. He quickly grabs Yesgill and hits a snap suplex, following it up with a float over into a lateral press!
Phoenix: Some lovely ringwork from The Silent Senshi!
Yesgill gets back up to his knees and Kira unleashes a series of shoot kicks into the torso. After six of these, Kira runs to the ropes and comes back with a basement dropkick! Kira makes a cover! 1...2...no! Yesgill kicks out!
Roberts: Kira has really taken advantage in this early going!
Jeffrey: He’s gonna need more than a few fancy kicks to put down Umbra Maxima!
Kira picks up Yesgill and whips him into the corner. Kira then stalks Yesgill, approaching him in the corner. Simtul shouts something to the ref and in the moments distraction, Yesgill sticks a thumb in Kira’s eye!
Roberts: What an underhanded tactic!
Jeffrey: It ain’t cheating unless you get caught!
With Kira blinded, Yesgill advances and takes down Kira with a dropkick! Yesgill grabs Kira and throws him into the Maxima corner and tags in Simtul.
Simtul steps into the ring and approaches Kira in the corner. Without mercy, he unleashes a chop that echoes around the arena! Kira falls forward but Simtul pushes him back up against the corner and hits a second chop! The handprint appears on Kira’s chest as he stumbles out of the corner.
Phoenix: Elfan Simtul is mean and powerful! Look at Kira’s chest after just two chops!
Simtul follows Kira, not giving him an inch. He grabs Kira by the hair and delivers a crushing headbutt to the back of the head! Kira falls to all fours and Simtul manhandles him back up and throws him back into the corner, tagging Yesgill back in.
Yesgill comes back into the ring and runs to the ropes, coming back and taking out Kira with a corner dropkick! Kira falls to the mat and Yesgill covers. 1...2... no! Kira kicks out!
Phoenix: Umbra Maxima have a great strategy to stay in control but Kira won’t go down that easy!
Yesgill exclaims in frustration as he gets up and drags Kira back to up his feet. Suddenly, Kira gets a second wind and slaps away Yesgill’s hand. He spins on the spot and hits a kick in the gut of Yesgill, causing him to fold over, but while the ref is checking on Yesgill, Simtul once again grabs Kira by the hair from behind and headbutts him!
Roberts: Can someone give the referee a pair of contact lenses?
Jeffrey: Why? He’s doing a great job!
Yesgill jumps back on Kira. He takes him out with a suplex and tags in Simtul again.
Simtul decides that the fact Kira is still not beaten as a personal insult to him and grunts loudly as he grabs Kira from the floor and lifts him high over his head!
The crowd gasp as Simtul drops Kira back to the mat with a Gorilla Press Slam!!
Phoenix: There’s the Falling Satellite! But Simtul isn’t done yet!
Simtul immediately picks up Kira and throws him into the corner. Before Kira can do anything to defend himself, Simtul runs and takes him out with a Stinger Splash!
Jeffrey: And there’s the Total Eclipse!
Roberts: I don’t know how much longer Kira can survive! He needs to get that tag!
Jeffrey: I don’t fancy Tsukiko fairing much better against this beast!
Simtul lifts Kira up on his shoulders, setting up for the Burning Hammer! But Kira slips out of Simtul’s grasp and lands behind! Simtul spins on the spot to get hold of Kira - but Kira hits the Pele Kick!!
Phoenix: Simtul is down, Kira has an opening! Can he take advantage?
Oki-Kira makes an attempt at crawling across the ring towards Tsukiko, who is standing on the apron with her arm outstretched as far as it will go. Kira inches closer and closer - until Simtul grabs his leg! Simtul starts to drag Kira backwards, but Kira unleashes his other foot with some wild kicks! One of them catches Simtul in the face and he relinquishes his grip! Kira finds the momentum to hobble up, take a jump - and he tags in Tsukiko!
Phoenix: There’s the Tag! Here comes The Sea Witch!
Kiko jumps over the top rope and into the ring as Simtul gets to his feet. Simtul charges at Kiko, who slides under and through Simtul’s legs with a baseball slide. Kiko jumps up behind Simtul and runs to the ropes. Simtul turns around and Kiko takes him out with a Hurricanrana!
Roberts: There goes Simtul!
Tsukiko doesn’t stop there. She keeps up the momentum, as Simtul gets to his feet and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the outside!
Phoenix: Simtul to the outside!
Tsukiko wastes no time in running to the ropes, before bouncing back and flying through the middle rope, unleashing a terrible scream and crashing into Simtul on the outside!
Jeffrey: Suicide Dive!! The Siren wails through the air!
Kiko stumbles back up to her feet and throws Simtul back into the ring with some difficulty. Now with some zip in her step, Kiko manages to whip the dazed Simtul to the ropes! Unseen by Kiko, Yesgill tags Simtul as he approaches and Kiko knocks down Simtul with a dropkick!
Phoenix: Kiko is on fire here tonight!
Fired up, Tsukiko looks to the top turnbuckle and starts to climb! She reaches the top and dives off with a picture perfect FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!
Phoenix: Tsukiko’s Tsunami has flooded the ring! Simtul is down and out!
Tsukiko makes the cover - but the ref doesn’t count! He tells Kiko that Yesgill is the legal man, not Simtul! Tsukiko, realising her mistake, spins around, and sees Yesgill springboard off the top rope and take her out with the Superman Punch!!
Phoenix: BOOSTER DESCENT!!
Yesgill rolls over and hooks the leg! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners and STILL 4CW Tag Team Champions... UMBRAAA MAXIMAAA!!
Tsukiko kicks out just after the ref counts three but it’s too late. “Taking You Down” hits the PA. Referee Jude O’Cater hands the Tag titles to their rightful owners. Yesgill takes one and helps Simtul to his feet and hands him the other.
Phoenix: Once again, Umbra Maxima are victorious! They go into 2019 with a hell of a year behind them! What a win over some game competition, even if I don’t agree with their methods!
Umbra Maxima celebrate with the belts as we cut away.
"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system. The crowd break out in a tidal wave of jeers as all six members of The Supergroup come out on to the stage. First, Zak E Justice, flanked by Nik Waverly and Rane. Behind them, Carlos Starr and Tony Rock aka The RockStarrs and finally, Myback comes out last, with a new addition to his repertoire... a walking cane!
Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... THE SUPERGROUP!!
All six make their way down to the ring, all of them sporting shades and a variety of pendants and chains. They all enter the ring one by one and Zak and Nik take center stage with mics in hand.
Justice: Bros and Bronettes, what stands before you in this ring is none other than the greatest faction in 4CW history, The Supergroup!
Waverly: Bro, just this year, we have made so much history - which is why we're here for The Supergroup 2018 Year In Review!
The six of them all high five each other in succession.
Justice: I mean first of all let's look back to Revival, where we DEFEATED the undefeated MONSTAR, bro! The loss devastated him so much he literally died, bro.
Waverly: Yeah, Rest In Pieces, MO-BRO! And if that wasn't enough, we also found Tony Rock in The Bro Show and reunited the greatest 4CW Tag Champions of all time, The RockStarrs!
Roberts: *scoffs* They were champs for less than a day!
Jeffrey: And in that short time, they became the greatest champs ever so shut up, Roberts!
Justice points to Myback.
Justice: Myback made a miraculous comeback after injuring his lower back!
Waverly: Inspiring, bro!
Justice then points to Rane.
Justice: Rane has learned to drink enough water to not die, DESPITE her crippling fear of water, bro.
Waverly: Mm-hm. #SoBrave.
Justice grins and looks around The Supergroup, then takes off his shades and wipes his eyes.
Justice: I'm so proud of us, bros. Let's make 2019 the best year ever! Let's dominate the competition! Let's bring Championship Gold to The Supergroup!
Waverly: Yeah, I like the sound of that! And you know what? I know exactly what to do first!
Justice raises his brow and turns to Waverly.
Justice: Yeah, bro?
Waverly: Yeah... let's send out a challenge! To anyone in 4CW! Now, there's no other groups of six in 4CW to my knowledge... we are SUPER after all. So how about me, you and Rane challenge any three opponents for the first show of 2019?
Justice: Broo.. that sounds awesome! So who wants it?!
Justice leans over the ropes to the stage.
Justice: Which three of you wants to take us on next month at Storm Front?
The challenge is met by silence for a few moments, then "Ding Dong Song" by Gunther hits the PA. Out comes Janitur, with little Swifter beside him, and his 4CW contract in hand. They get a surprisingly big pop.
Janitur: I is listening backstage and I is thinking that I had a better year than The Supergroup.
The crowd pop. The Supergroup look at each other incredulously.
Waverly: Who even are you bro?
Janitur: You know who I is. And so does Myback and Rane, since they tried and failed to beat I last month. So we will accept your challenge!
Justice scoffs and laughs in the ring.
Justice: Bro... can’t you count? There’s only two of you. You have only three quarters the team that we do.
Phoenix: ...
Roberts: ...
Jeffrey: ...
Crowd: ...
Janitur: But we is not alone. We have a new good friend. Let I introduce to you... JANISTAR!!
Out comes a humongous man. At least 7 foot tall and 360lbs. He is black and muscular and wearing a larger version of Janitur’s mask.
Phoenix: Who the hell is that? JANISTAR?
Jeffrey: you don’t think... it can’t be...
Roberts: For once I’m thinking the same crazy thought as Jeffrey.
Phoenix: Well, I know what you’re thinking... but it can’t be, he’s definitely dead!
The Supergroup, despite their stupidity, also sense something awfully familiar about the masked black man.
Justice: What is this bro? Some kind of t-trick?
Waverly: Why don’t you unmask JANISTAR? Show us who- who you really are, b-bro.
JANISTAR doesn’t move.
Janitur: There is no needing for JANISTAR to unmask. He is the third member of I’s team. We will challenge three of you next month on Storm Front. We will even put I’s contract on the line! The Janiturs are best Supergroup in 4CW!
Janitur, Swifter and JANISTAR all head back behind the curtain, while The Supergroup look dumbfounded in the ring.
Phoenix: Well, as usual with The Supergroup, I have no idea what just happened. But the six person tag match is on next month!
Michael Carson is in the ring, standing in the middle of it with mic in hand. The 4CWTron and arena lights go dark. The intro to Eternal Tears of Sorrow's "Nocturnal Strains" twinkles over the speakers, soft but foreboding. The blackness is overtaken by the dancing of pale blue spotlights as the rest of the instrumentation kicks in, forming a heavy, brooding build. One spotlight holds steady at center stage as dense black smoke billows across the entire stage area. It begins to rise rapidly, obscuring some of the video feed as the 4CWTron starts back up; what we can see on the visible parts of the screen are scenes from the various mysterious promo videos of the past few months. As the song begins to build in intensity, the masked woman who debuted at Gallows End appears, black suitcase in hand.
Carson: Making her way to the ring, from Widow's Hill... WILLOW THE WIDOW!
Willow slowly approaches the ring and enters by way of the steps and through the ropes. As she walks to center ring, Carson exits and the spotlights stop dancing, at which point a single pale light shines onto the ring from directly above it. Willow then kneels down on the stage and opens her suitcase. She produces her little wrestling ring prop, complete with its string ropes and now including a silver staircase. Upon setting this into place, like last time, she produces a folded backdrop from her case. Like the first backdrop seen at Gallows End '18, it has been painted to look like a wrestling arena. This one, however, has a slightly different set-up and a colour scheme that includes pops of orange. On the painted titantron, the words Gallows End are emblazoned in eggshell white. In this in-ring setup, Willow makes no effort to conceal herself; openly setting the stage for what's to come. She steps behind the finished display, seemingly satisfied.
Killswitch Engage's "Turning Point" hits the speakers, to some pops from the longstanding 4CW faithfuls.
Jeffrey: Hey, I know this song!
Phoenix: That's one of Cain's old themes if I'm not mistaken.
The spotlight turns back on, illuminating Willow's setup. A muscular-looking marionette with a mop of dirty blonde hair and midnight blue tights is pinning another marionette in the middle of the ring.
McMahon: That's gotta be Cain!
Phoenix: That's Cain, alright!
From the background, a referee dives into a count. One... two... three!
A string-less marionette is laid out on the mat and from the background, a referee walks up to Rhys Cain and places a gold-plated (velcro) belt in his hands. Cain raises the belt over his head in victory with his theme song blaring away all the while. The scene and music fade out. Willow then points to the 4CWTron, which comes to life to display some text.
After a few seconds, the Tron briefly flickers and then goes dark again.
Phoenix: Cain's first title win, back in 2013... in marionette form. That's something I never thought I'd see!
Roberts: So... this is all about "reaching the top of the mountain", then?
Jeffrey: That was just the first act, Roberts. The overarching theme could dive deeper. Don't you know anything about anything?
A few moments pass in relative darkness as Willow makes two of the puppets exit stage left as if they were actors who've wrapped up a scene in a play. Just the Rhys Cain marionette remains in the ring, but is now down on his knees, leaning against the ropes. Willow then sets the staircase prop aside, puts the belt down on the canvas and places a cage prop down over the ring. A dramatic orchestral score strikes up over the PAs as the Cain marionette fights his way onto his feet and begins an arduous climb up the cage wall, working his way up by way of foot- and hand-holds. The audience oohs at this impressive bit of puppetry. Upon reaching the "floor", Cain picks up the belt and raises it above his head in victory. Again, his old theme song kicks in over the speakers. This time, the song begins to glitch and warp, occasionally cutting out and back in again every so often. Soon, the spotlight gets in on the weirdness: it occasionally flickers and turns a crimson red. As this happens, flashing glimpses of another marionette can be seen on the "stage"—he has a pale face and a black ponytail, and is garbed in an ornate black coat. The attending crowd is abuzz; some pop upon figuring out who this gothic figure is.
Jeffrey: No way!
Phoenix: Carstein! A marionette of a metaphorical puppet master, how appropriate!
Cain tosses down his belt and charges at Carstein—the arena falls into utter darkness once more—the spotlight flickers to life, steadied—and Carstein is laid out, wearing the proverbial crimson mask! Cain, however, is nowhere nearby—he's back in the cage, staring out at the disapproving faces of Marie Dubois and Scott Phoenix, who are both shaking their heads sadly.
Roberts: Hey, that's Scott!
Scott looks a little thrown off, taking a moment to collect himself.
Phoenix: It is indeed. The escalation of a bitter, brutal feud being re-enacted right there. It's no secret I wasn't a fan of Cain's behaviour.
Jeffrey: Yeah, no shit. That little midget went off his rocker altogether, of course you "weren't a fan"!
Willow has Marie and Scott take a little bow and then work together in dragging Carstein away. This concludes Act Two, and Willow points to the Tron, just as before.
Jeffrey: Here we go again I guess, another "WillowTron" moment!
Phoenix: Catchy.
The "Facing Your Demons" image fades to black as Willow wraps up preparations for Act Three. Focus shifts back to the ring.
Roberts: Quite a dark piece of Cain's history being recounted here tonight.
Jeffrey: I kinda like it. Looking forward to seeing what the moral ultimately is.
The backdrop has once again been changed, this time representing an old Revival set. The ring prop now has three marionettes in it: Rhys Cain; Carstein; and a referee, standing idly by as the former two launch into a series of strikes on one another. Carstein gets the upper hand with a gut shot and from here, he underhooks Cain's arms and drops to the mat, planting him with a double-arm DDT!
Phoenix: Carstein's finisher right there, the Blood Drinker. This was the main event at Revival 2014. What an entertaining little recap of 4CW history this has been!
Carstein covers Cain. The referee gets into position...
One... two... three!
Suddenly, the lights go back to normal. The score for the puppet show cuts out and "The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system. Out comes Rhys Cain. He stands on the stage, staring down at the ring. He is not smiling. He has a cut atop his head from WAR and holds his ribs gingerly.
Phoenix: Well, I guess the show is over. Here comes the real Rhys Cain.
Roberts: He went through WAR and still feels the need to come out here - he must have something on his mind!
Cain has a mic in hand. As he walks down the ramp, he addresses Willow with a low, restrained voice.
Cain: Willow... the Widow, right? I feel like we're seeing quite a bit of each other lately.
Cain rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet. Willow shows no sign of frustration at being interrupted, but simply cocks her covered face sideways with curiosity.
Cain: So, I figured... I'd come down here... and we could become... more acquainted.
Cain drops the mic and for the first time, smiles. There's a commotion in the crowd and it's not exactly clear why for a moment and then, out of nowhere, a group of people swarm the ring and attack Willow the Widow! They surround her like a pack of dogs, and Cain stands there, watching. Fists fly, boots stomp, slaps and knees! Willow disappears from view in the middle of the melee.
Phoenix: Hey - what the hell is this?! Look! It's Moxie ... and The Liberation ... and is that Cain's brother Zephyris?!
Roberts: They've surrounded Willow and Cain is just watching it happen!
Suddenly Cain shouts for them to stop. Instantly, they do. All four move away from Willow and leave the ring, heading up the ramp without another word. The crowd start to catch on that something very sinister is afoot - and then Cain bends over - AND STARTS LAYING INTO WILLOW WITH CLOSED FISTS!
Phoenix: Oh no -
Roberts: Look at this! Cain is punching the hell out of Willow!
Cain stands up. He kicks over the table with the suitcase on top and the contents fly everywhere. He then grabs Willow and throws her into the nearest corner, before smashing her in the face with a BRUTAL elbow. Willow takes the full blow and crumples in the corner. Cain continues to rain elbows down on Willow, and then eventually resorts to stomping the hell out of her, kicking every part of her body he can, while she slumps in the corner!
Jeffrey: I know Cain was annoyed, but is there really a need for all this?
Some officials and security flood the ring and try to pull Cain away from Willow. Some distance is created, and Willow flicks back her hair. The camera gets a good shot of her half-masked face, and above her left eye is a deep, bloody gash, that has covered one side of her face.
Phoenix: Oh my god, look at that! Willow has been busted wide open! Enough is enough!
Cain isn't finished yet though! He suddenly lashes out, punching a ref and a security guard. The rest scatter and Cain runs at Willow, grabbing her and dumping her unceremoniously through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Cain follows, with the officials following from a distance, shouting at him to stop.
Cain: YOU THINK I'M A PUPPET, WIDOW? YOU THINK I'M A PAWN FOR YOUR LITTLE GAME?!
Cain runs at Willow just as she tries to get back to her feet and knocks her out with a POINT-BLANK Dragon Rage Knee Kick! Cain grabs a steel chair, folds it up, and SMASHES Willow with it in the torso! She rolls on the floor and he smashes her across the back! Then again! THEN AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!
Cain then pounces on top of Willow, throwing more elbows and fists. The blood pours, Willow's now motionless body simply jerks at the continued strikes. The crowd are absolutely silent, the only noises are of bone crushing bone and Cain's screams and grunts.
Phoenix: GODDAMMIT SOMEONE STOP HIM! HE'S GOING TO KILL HER FOR FUCK SAKE!
Roberts: This... this is just sick.
Phoenix: I - I can't just sit here and watch this!
Jeffrey: Wait, Scott -
Phoenix drops the headset and approaches Cain, trying to pull him off. Phoenix is shoved aside with ease and avoids a nasty fall over the announce table only because Jeffrey catches him. Jeffrey convinces Phoenix to stay out of it for his own sake. Some words are exchanged off mic between them, More security and officials run down and surround Cain, trying to pull him off. The crowd come back to life a little as SERY runs down too, his tie loosened, and as Cain attempts to rip off Willow the Widow's half-mask, Sery physically pulls Cain off Willow. Sery pushes Cain away with full force, and Cain almost falls over if not for the barricade behind him.
Sery: What the hell are you doing?! Are you insane?! Get back to the locker room, NOW!
Cain looks at Sery with a crazed look in his eye - then DELIVERS A RIGHT HAND TO THE GENERAL MANAGER!
Phoenix: Now he's attacking SERY!
Sery scrambles backwards, regains his composure and grabs a mic.
Sery: DAMMIT, ENOUGH! ENOUGH!!! Cain, you've forced my hand, I've got no choice... YOU'RE FIRED!!
The crowd gasp at this shock and even Cain stops dead in his tracks as the announcement hits him. He looks at Sery with an expression that suggests something like "Really? That's the game you're going to play?"
Sery: You heard me! This is TOO FAR! You're gone! Now get out before I have you arrested for attempted murder!
Cain finally decides that he's no longer at an advantage and holds his hands up in the air. He rolls back into the ring, everyone following him in case he makes an attempt to run back at Willow. Cain looks down at the remnants of the Willow puppet show. He grabs the Carstein doll, shoves it in his jacket pocket, and leaves up the ramp. The crowd are toxic, absolutely disgusted by what they have seen and boo Cain mercilessly. The swarms of officials follow him, and Sery stays behind. Sery screams at the staff left around him, mostly ringside officials.
Sery: GET ME SOME EMTs NOW!! HURRY UP!
Sery bends down to see to Willow. She's still unconscious. A pool of blood has formed around her head. A few moments later, EMT's rush down the ramp with a stretcher. The camera cuts to the commentary desk. Phoenix looks dreadful, veins protruding in fury and also pale in dread. Roberts looks shocked and Jeffrey is oddly solemn.
Phoenix: I can't - can't even - Willow the Widow is not OK. That son of a bitch Cain... he... he just snapped - I - that puppet show, where Willow showed a darker side to Cain - that was NOTHING compared to what we just saw!
Roberts: With four people to do his dirty work first, as well!
Jeffrey: Willow is half his size - she was unconscious WAY before he was stopped. Just a real asshole move by Cain there!
Roberts: Willow the Widow is being put on the stretcher right now... she is bleeding profusely, probably suffering from a massive concussion, perhaps a broken eye socket? Who knows?
Phoenix: Rest assured, Willow will be rushed to a nearby facility and we will make sure she gets the best care! And Cain has gone - fired by Sery moments ago - but I wouldn't be surprised if this goes beyond 4CW. The police should arrest Cain for this, he went WAY too far. This - we'll be right back ladies and gentlemen - please bear with us.
Carson: The following triple threat contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening, and it is for the 4CW World Championship!
"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA. The crowd usher in the usual boos for the 13 Ghost Gauntlet winner as he steps out on to the stage.
Carson: Introducing first, from Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, he is the 2018 13 Ghost Gauntler winner and The Man Who Once Made A Cow Tap Out... PHIIIIL ... MCGROOOIN!!
Phoenix: McGroin has had a hell of an end of year in 2018! In October, he made history by winning the 13 Ghost Gauntlet. He's also now an 8-time 4CW Hardcore Champion. This match it should be noted, has no disqualifications of course... so will that be an advantage for McGroin?
McGroin rolls into the ring and takes a corner. The camera cuts back to the stage as "His World" by Crush 40 hits the PA. The crowd pop big as three-time 4CW World Champion Jacob Scharff steps out on to the stage. Jacob chops a lightning bolt in the air and then throws his fist in the air to raucous cheers from the audience.
Carson: And his opponents, first, residing in Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 260lbs, 4CW Hall of Famer, JACOB ... THE THUNDERBOOOOLT ... SCHARFF!!
Scharff comes down the ramp, pulling down his hood, and slaps the hands of the fans as he does so.
Roberts: And here comes Jacob Scharff. Back in July, he won the title. In his first defence, against Wolfbaine and Paige, he lost the title. That loss no doubt shook him, but he's here, back, with another opportunity to reclaim that gold and become a four-time champion tonight.
Scharff gets into the ring. He drops another lightning bolt to a cheer and removes his hoody. He then takes his spot opposite McGroin.
We get a tracking shot in the backstage area of Pilgrim Paige making her way to the gorilla position, a look of fierce determination and laser focus etched across her face. She rounds a corner and all at once, there's a massive hand on her shoulder!
Jeffrey: Oh what the hell is this now?!
Paige swiftly turns on her heel, ready to defend herself—and comes face to face with a totally calm Brian White. Paige just stands there, locking eyes with the Freight Train, ready for almost anything. The two face one another in an uncomfortable silence for a moment that feels like a hundred. And then, something truly unexpected happens—the one thing that Paige wasn't ready for. Brian White, with the shadow of a thin smile, offers his hand to shake. A wary Paige takes a few seconds to process this and as she does so, a stagehand calls over to her to say that her music is due to kick in in over the PAs. After adjusting the gold belt around her waist to make sure it's on straight, she accepts the handshake, which ultimately consists of White firmly but harmlessly giving Paige's hand a single shake. Paige's wrist doesn't break, so job well done and with a curt nod and a tilt of his head toward the curtain, White takes off the way he came. And with a deep breath, the Lunar Pilgrim passes through gorilla and the curtain.
Phoenix: What a great show of respect and burying the hatchet. Make mark of it, folks, 'cause it's not something you're gonna see much of in this business.
Roberts: Amen to that.
The arena lights go out, as well as the 4CWTron, leaving everything in pitch black. A thick layer of purple fog begins to envelope the stage and ramp. Barely visible through the haze, at center stage, a small violet flame flickers in mid-air, providing a momentary glimpse of a woman's face. Suddenly, she blows the flame out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Where she'd been standing, a series of coloured fireworks that forms a rainbow pattern—ascends out of the darkness and explodes overhead, creating a starburst shower of crackling sparks. The crowd pops as "The Astral Dialogue" by Agalloch pounds through the PA system and Paige appears through the fog, wearing a black leather jacket over her purple-trimmed black ring attire and the 4CW World Championship round her waist. The 4CWtron shows dark, stylized clips of Pilgrim Paige in various settings: descending the staircase of the Moontower; stoking her fire pit, etc. She throws her arm up and gives the sign of the horns while pumping her arm a few times.
Carson: And making her way to the ring, hailing from Newfoundland, Canada and now residing on... The DAAARK Side of the MOOOON... weighing in at 134 pounds... the 4CW WORLD CHAMPION ... PILGRIIIM PAAAIIIGE!
In scanning her surroundings, Paige apparently spots a friend. She detours for just a moment to approach a young woman whose right hand is jutting up over the mass of humanity beyond the barricade. With a grin, Paige leaps and slaps a very high five with her friend. When the song's beat picks up and the harsh vocals kick in, Paige takes off running through the fog down to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp she leaps and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, then arises swiftly from the canvas. After removing her jacket and tossing it to a ring attendant, she walks to the middle of the ring. Paige spreads her arms wide and throws her head back, sounding out a loud WOOO as rapid bursts of purple pyro shoot from the corner posts. The lights return to normal as Paige picks a corner to stand in.
With all three ready to fight, the referee raises the 4CW Championship in the air, then hands it to a ringside assistant and calls for the bell! Immediately, Phil McGroin slips out of the ring under the bottom rope. Paige and Scharff go directly for one another in a grapple in the middle of the ring. Scharff easily overpowers Paige and sends her to the ropes. Scharff takes out Paige on her return with a powerful clothesline. Paige jumps back up to her feet but clearly is shaken by the move and slightly groggy, giving Scharff the advantage he needs to hit a suplex!
Phoenix: Scharff starting off strong, here!
Scharff decides against making the cover, knowing it'll take more than two moves to put down The Golden Pilgrim. He lifts Paige to her feet and wastes no time in executing a second suplex. He then gets up, assumingly to set up Paige for yet another move, but McGroin has suddenly arrived back in the ring, sliding under the bottom rope - with a steel chair in hand! He runs at Scharff and smashes steel across his back, taking The Thunderbolt down to all fours!
Jeffrey: And THAT is why Phil McGroin is the smartest person in that ring! There's no disqualifications in a triple threat match!
Roberts: Doesn't stop it being underhanded and -
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts! Stop pissing on my parade!
McGroin lifts the chair and hits Scharff square in the back again, knocking Scharff face first into the mat. McGroin then grins as he reaches the corner, and wedges the steel chair in between the top and middle turnbuckle. He then leaves Scharff and picks up Paige, who makes an effort to fight back with some right hands, causing McGroin to retreat. Paige grabs McGroin and sees the chair he has set up, then shakes her head disapprovingly and launches McGroin head first into the set up! However, McGroin sees it coming, and grabs the ropes to stop his momentum!
McGroin turns on the spot and Paige wastes no time in sprinting for him, but McGroin side steps at the last moment and Paige goes head first into the chair! The base of the chair collapses as Paige's head powers through it, and she falls away from the corner with the remnants of the chair still wrapped around her neck!
Phoenix: What brutal impact! Paige is in a precarious position here!
The crowd boo as McGroin threatens to stamp on the remains of the chair wrapped around Paige’s throat!
Phoenix: He can’t do this!
Roberts: This will cripple Paige!
McGroin is about to stamp when suddenly he sees Scharff running at him. Scharff takes out McGroin with a clothesline! Scharff then removes the steel chair from Paige’s neck and throws it out of the ring.
Phoenix: Some sportsmanship being shown by Scharff!
Scharff then proceeds to lift Paige and takes her out with a German Suplex!
Phoenix: But I suppose he still has a match to win!
Scharff doesn’t release the German Suplex. Instead, he rolls through and gets back to his feet hitting a second German Suplex! But he’s still not done! Scharff rolls through again and hits a third consecutive German Suplex! He keeps it bridges into a pinfall attempt!
Phoenix: Scharff with Rumbling Thunder! It could be all over!
Jeffrey: What an incredible sequence!
The referee slides in to count the fall! ONE ... TWO ... TH— NO! PILGRIM PAIGE SOMEHOW POWERS OUT!
Roberts: I’m not sure how she did it, but The Golden Pilgrim is still in this match!
Refusing to give up, Scharff gets straight back up to his feet, even though he is clearly winded. He lifts up a ragged Paige and hits a release German Suplex!!
Phoenix: That’s the FOURTH German! Maybe one too many!
Scharff crawls over, now exhausted and hooks the leg! ONE, TWO... but no! McGroin breaks up the pinfall attempt! McGroin decides to cover Paige for himself! 1... 2... no! Paige kicks out! McGroin jumps over and covers Scharff! 1...2.. no! Scharff kicks out as well!
McGroin decides the best course of action is to find another weapon and rolls out of the ring. He stops at Camera Man and considers his camera but shakes his head, muttering ‘Later...’ to himself. McGroin then comes across a kendo stick, poking out from under the ring. He pulls it out and examines it, but then drops it unsatisfied. Finally McGroin comes across a folded steel chair against the barricade and grins. He grabs it and rolls back into the ring.
Phoenix: well, McGroin is nothing if not consistent.
McGroin looks over both Paige and Scharff scrambling to their feet, trying to decide who to target first. McGroin decides on Scharff, maybe thinking to eliminate the biggest first.
He smashes Scharff across the back with the steel chair not for the first time this night and then turns to Paige. McGroin realises his mistake in going for Scharff first when Paige proves she is the fastest by running up and dropkicking the steel chair into McGroin’s face and knocking him and the chair out of the ring!
Roberts: And there goes that plan!
Paige spins around as Scharff gets to his feet. They sprint at each other and collide in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline! With McGroin on the outside and Paige and Scharff sprawled across the ring mat, the crowd break out into a dual chant of ‘Let’s Go Pilgrim / Jacob Scharff!’ ... with a distinct lack of support for Phil McGroin.
Phoenix: This crowd is on fire tonight! All three of these competitors have given their all!
Jeffrey: But there has to be a winner and it ain’t over yet!
Inside the ring, Paige uses the ropes to pull herself up to a kneeling position. Scharff is on all fours as Paige pulls herself up to her feet. Paige runs at Scharff as he comes to his feet and executes a running headscissors, before modifying and transitioning into a facebuster!!
Phoenix: Pilgrim Paige is Running With Scissors!
Pilgrim Paige gets back up to her feet and stands next to Scharff’s torso, before launching herself in the air and flipping, hitting a standing shooting star press!
Roberts: Paige with the shooting star press! That could be it!
Paige hooks the leg of Scharff and the ref slides in to count! ONE... TWO... TH-NO!! Phil McGroin pulls Pilgrim Paige out of the ring by her leg, breaking the count!!
Jeffrey: What a genius McGroin is!
McGroin throws Paige head first into the barricade, where she lands with a sickening thud. McGroin then slides in and hooks the leg of Scharff! ONE ... TWO ... TH—NO!! Scharff kicks out!!
McGroin looks distraught at this outcome and leans over the ropes, screaming at Camera Man to give him the camera! Camera Man hesitates, but upon another demanding scream from McGroin, he hands it over. Camera Man is seen criticising himself under his breath, with an angry haze over his face, as he heads back to ringside.
Roberts: Is there anything McGroin won’t do?
Jeffrey: Nope!
Inside the ring, McGroin lifts the camera and levels it with a rising Scharff. When Scharff wobbles to his knees, McGroin launches at him with the camera. At the last moment, Scharff recognises the threat and ducks under, lifting McGroin up and over with a back body drop!
Scharff stumbles around, trying to shake the cobwebs, as the frenetic crowd buzz around him! Scharff takes their energy and uses it to focus on, picking up the camera to a huge roar of approval from the crowd.
Jeffrey: Wait, Scharff can’t do this!
Roberts: WHAT? You just supported Mc— you know what, shut up Jeffrey!
Jeffrey: *gasps*
Roberts: ...
Phoenix: Scharff has vengeance in his eyes!
McGroin stumbles to his feet and Scharff charges at him, smashing McGroin across the face with the camera, sending a tooth flying almost in slow motion through the air and into the crowd!
Jeffrey: No!
Roberts: Was that - a tooth?
Phoenix: What a devastating strike!
McGroin falls face first into the mat, his arms covering, and doesn’t move. When Scharff flips him over, we see McGroin has been busted open. Scharff lifts McGroin’s deadweight and lifts him up over his shoulders, hitting the Thunder Drop Slam!
Phoenix: There’s the Thunder Drop! This one is all over!
Scharff gets back up and moves to pin McGroin, but something catches his eye in his peripheral vision. He turns to see Pilgrim Paige standing atop the turnbuckle! Paige dives off and hits the Diving Corkscrew Stunner with perfection!!
Phoenix: Paige with the Lunar Eclipse outta nowhere!! That’s gotta be it!!
Pilgrim Paige scrambles over and covers Scharff! ONE ... TWO ... NO!! Scharff puts his foot on the bottom rope at the last moment!
Phoenix: How do ANY of these three have any energy left?
Roberts: When it comes to the 4CW World Championship, I think these three would rather die than lose!
Pilgrim Paige jumps up to argue with the ref, in pure shock, but the referee is determined it’s a two. Paige decides instead to go back and attempt another pinfall but Scharff rolls out of the ring! Frustrated, Paige moves over to McGroin, bloody and bartered. She gets close to cover him and McGroin suddenly springs to life, rolling up Pilgrim Paige for the pinfall attempt!!
ONE ... TWO ... THR— NO!! Pilgrim Paige kicks out!
Jeffrey: OH MY -
Phoenix: McGroin was just a half second away from becoming 4CW World Champion! This match is insane!
Pilgrim Paige scrambles back up to her feet, as does a groggy and bloodied McGroin. Paige runs to the ropes and comes back at breakneck speed, but McGroin sidesteps her and sends her to the ropes again. When Paige comes back from a second time, McGroin takes her out with a hip toss! Paige gets back up fairly quickly, but McGroin is still able to set up Paige and execute a Fisherman’s Suplex! He keeps it bridged for the cover! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Paige kicks out! Phil McGroin is quick to get back up and take advantage. He grabs Paige again and this time hits an EGGCUTION DDT out of nowhere!!
Phoenix: EGGCUTION DDT! McGroin has Paige beat!
McGroin hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... THRE—-WAIT! Suddenly Scharff is behind McGroin!! He deadlifts McGroin and takes him out with a succinct release German Suplex!
Phoenix: WHAT A FEAT OF STRENGTH! The Thunderbolt Strikes!
Scharff grabs McGroin and lifts him on his shoulders, taking him out with a Samoan Drop! He then gets back up and signals it’s time for the end!
Phoenix: I think Scharff is going for the Thunder Drop!
Scharff gets McGroin in position and takes him out with a crashing Thunder Drop!! Scharff rolls McGroin away from the ropes. He gets back up to his feet when suddenly Pilgrim Paige is back! Pilgrim Paige sends Scharff over the top rope with a clothesline!! Scharff crashes to the ringside area and Pilgrim Paige climbs the top rope! Pilgrim Paige gracefully launches herself into the air, flipping and hitting McGroin with a picture perfect Shooting Star Press!!
Phoenix: PILGRIMAGE TO THE STARS!!
Pilgrim Paige uses her last iota of strength to hook McGroin’s leg and the ref counts...
ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner, and STILL 4CW WORLD CHAMPION... THE GOLDEN PILGRIIIIIIIM PAIGE!!
"The Astral Dialogue" by Agalloch hits the PA system. The referee raises Pilgrim Paige's arm in victory, then hands her the 4CW World Championship. Paige takes her belt and raise it in the air, gripping her ribs with her spare arm.
Phoenix: Pilgrim Paige defends the 4CW World Championship! She will go into 2019 the face of 4CW!
Roberts: But let's not forget she pinned Phil McGroin! I think Scharff still has unfinished business!
Pilgrim Paige continues to celebrate with the belt as the corner graphic shows up on screen.
Phoenix: Three competitors went to war and The Lunar Pilgrim came out on top! Thanks for joining us, ladies and gentlemen, we'll see you in 2019!!
Quick Results:
-Team Valentine defeated Team Cain in a WAR match.
-Brian White (c) defeated Glock Nine to retain the 4CW Universal Championship.
-Tommy Young defeated Witch Hazel (c) in a Hot Date match to win the 4CW Custom Cup Championship.
-Umbra Maxima (c) defeated Silent Sorcery to retain the 4CW Tag Team Championships.
-Pilgrim Paige (c) defeated Phil McGroin and Jacob Scharff in a triple threat match to retain the 4CW World Championship.
Writing Credit:
-WAR Match: LHeat87
-Universal Title Match: Rhys
-Custom Cup Title Match: Paige/Rhys
-Supergroup/Janiturs Segment: Rhys
-Tag Team Title Match: Rhys
-Willow the Widow/Rhys Cain Segment: Paige/Rhys
-World Championship Match: Rhys
-MoreCW Crowe/Sery: Rhys
-Graphics: Paige, Rhys
Confirmed Card:
4CW Tag Team Championships
Umbra Maxima (c) vs Murder of Crows
Confirmed Card:
4CW World Championship
Two out of three falls match
Pilgrim Paige (c) vs Jacob Scharff
Lightning in the Bottle match
(Winner receives the Lightning in the Bottle which gives them a guaranteed shot at any 4CW Championship any time in the next year)
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