4CW Storm Front: Massacre - Mar 3, 2019

NOTE: This show is extremely late and a lot of it is rushed. Thanks Lheat for taking one of the matches. Things should be gearing back to normal now, things just got crazy for a bit with me starting a new job. Basically, here's the show, it kinda sucks but also gets the job done. At this point, we just needed a show out.

4CW Presents... Storm Front: Massacre
Live from SSE Hydro
Glasgow, Scotland
March 3rd, 2019

"Vertigo" by Eclipse plays over the Storm Front opening package, highlighting the likes of Pilgrim Paige, Jacob Scharff, Rhys Cain, Brian White, Tommy Young and Umbra Maxima. The final shot is of Pilgrim Paige raisng the World Title high and we cut to the arena, where a selection of pyro erupts on the stage of orange, yellow and red. The Massacre set, similar to the logo, features lightning bolts around the tron.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome... to Storm Front: Massacre! We are live from Glasgow, Scotland! I'm Scott Phoenix, joined as ever by my esteemed broadcast partners, Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts!
Jeffrey: And I'm so pumped for tonight's show, Scotty! Two Stormchaser Semi Finals, debuting tag teams AND a 4CW Tag Championship match! Could you ask for more?
Roberts: Whether you could or not, all that AND more is coming tonight!

Carson: The following contest is a SEMI FINAL match in the Stormchaser Tournament!

"Am I Savage?" by Metallica hits the PA system. The crowd erupt in boos as The Hollowpoint Bullet steps out on stage, looking as threatening as ever, complete with black trench coat and bandana.

Carson: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in 275lbs... GLOOOOCK ... NIINE!!

Phoenix: Last month, Glock Nine defeated The Canadian Geek in frankly one of the most bizarre segments I've ever commentated over via countout to advance to this semi final. Now Glock has to get past the 4CW Custom Cup Champion Tommy Young to advance to the final!

Glock Nine storms down to the ring, ignoring all the fans on his way down the ramp, and rolling into the ring. He then jumps up and looks around the front row, and after spotting a couple of Tommy Young fans, leans over the rope and throws incoherent verbal abuse at them.

"Aces High" by Iron Maiden blasts through the speakers as the crowd go wild for the arrival of the Custom Cup Champion! The main riff hits and Tommy Young comes flying out from behind the curtain, pulling off a perfect 3 point landing. Standing, Young does his target lock pose before quickly throwing open his jacket to reveal the custom cup belt tied around his waist.

Carson: And his opponent, from Barry, Wales, weighing in at 195lbs, he is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion, "TOP GUN" ... TOMMYYYYYY YOOOUNG!!

Roberts: Here he is, the new 4CW Custom Cup Champion! We learned his stipulation is the Ultimate X match, but we'll have to wait and see who his first defense is against as Young currently has plans to win the Stormchaser!
Jeffrey: Yeah, but he has to get past Glock Nine - who is one nasty piece of work!

Young slides into the ring and arrives in the corner opposite Glock. He gives his 4CW Custom Cup Championship to a ringside assistant, and before the bell can even ring, Glock Nine attacks Young from behind with a clubbing blow to the back! The ref seperates them both and quickly calls for the bell!

Glock Nine jumps straight back on the attack, taking out Young with another clubbing blow and some stomps in the corner. Young tries his best to cover up and protect himself, but he takes some brutal shots. The referee counts to three before Glock relinquishes to avoid a disqualification. Glock leans over the ropes to tell the booing crowd to go fuck themselves, as Young tries to get back up to his feet, using the ropes for support.

Phoenix: The perfect gentleman, ladies and gentlemen.
Jeffrey: Yeah, well nice guys always finish last! Glock doesn't care if you think he's a nice guy or not.

Glock turns his attention back to Young and hooks him up into a suplex, executing it perfectly. He then picks up Young and hits him with a body slam, and then runs to the ropes and follows it up with a leg drop! Glock gets up and grins, simply showing off his physical prowess. The crowd retaliate in full with more boos. Glock picks up Young and sends him to the ropes. Young flies back towards Glock but DUCKS his clothesline attempt. Glock spins on the spot as Young bounces back from the opposite side of the ring, and quickly lifts Young from the side and hits the Sidewalk Slam!

Phoenix: What a Sidewalk Slam! Glock is quick as well as powerful when he wants to be!

Glock covers the Custom Cup Champion and the ref counts... ONE ... TWO .... NO! Tommy Young kicks out!

Roberts: Young showing equal fight!

Glock gets back up and lifts Young by his waist with ease, before taking him out with a German Suplex! Glock quickly arrives behind Young and lifts him up again and hits a second German Suplex!

Jeffrey: Glock's brutal suplexes will be exhausting Young! One more could put him out for the count!

Glock grabs Young by his waist again and launches for a third German Suplex! But Young lands on his feet! He wobbles on the spot, but holds his ground! Young repositions and takes out Glock with a superkick to the back of the head! He then rolls up a falling Glock! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!! Glock kicks out immediately after the three count but it's too late! The ref calls for the bell!

Carson: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Stormchaser Final ...  "TOP GUN" ... TOMMMYYYYYYY YOOOOOUNG!!

Jeffrey: Glock kicked out! It was TWO!
Phoenix: I think we both know that's not true, Ray! He kicked out - just AFTER the three count! And it's nothing to be ashamed of, that Superkick would rock anyone! But there's no doubt Young picked up an upset here with such a quick victory!!
Roberts: And look at Glock! He's furious!

Young has already left the ring with his belt on his shoulder, half way up the ramp. In the ring, Glock is standing, and kicking the ropes in frustration, screaming a series of expletives that give the show a constant "beeeeeeeeeep" as we go into commercial.

"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system. The crowd boo as the six members of The Supergroup all saunter on to the stage, shades, braids and bangles galore. They all talk among themselves, shout "BRO" together, then stroll down to the ring with The RockStarrs leading the fray.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing The Supergroup, weighing in at a combined weight of 485lbs, CARLOS STARR ... TONY ROCK ... THE ROCKSTARRS!!

The other members of The Supergroup take up chairs by the commentary table, though none of them join the commentary team. The RockStarrs enter the ring.

Phoenix: Well, The RockStarrs are back in tag team action tonight! They face the debuting Synth City Thrillers, and I'm just excited to see some new blood in the tag team division!

"Roadgame" by Kavinsky hits the PA system. The crowd buzz through the intro and when the beat drops, out comes the new tag team. Devon Drummond is 6'4, white, short brown hair and around 215lbs. Kojo is larger at around 240lbs, but stands at the same height of 6'4, black, with short, curly black hair. They both wear brightly coloured trunks of red and blue, with a neon green "belt" on the top of the trunks. The spotlights flashing around the arena make these green belts glow in the dark, and the two come down to the ring with an infectious rhythm.

Carson: And their opponents, residing in London, England, weighing in at a combined weight of 454lbs, DEVON DRUMMOND ... REUBEN KOJO ... THE SYNTH CITYYYYYYY ... THRILLERS!!

Drummond and Kojo slap the hands of a few fans on the way down and then slide into the ring. They continue to groove to the beat as they get to their feet and go into their corner and the lights come back on. The RockStarrs look at them like they are the weirdest thing they've ever seen, even though their dress sense is equally as ... enthusiastic.

Tony Rock starts the match with Reuben Kojo. The two bigger man stand feet apart in the middle of the ring and size each other up. Then, Kojo smiles a mischievous smile, points at his chest and says "After you, sir." in a faux-Royal British accent. Rock looks at him like a word he can't sound out in a book, and then shrugs and unleashes a slaptastic chop to the chest of Kojo.

Bizarrely, Kojo does a little dance shuffle as if to deal with the pain, flexing his body as if to "ride" the pain or something. Then he turns back, nods approvingly, and launches forward with his own brutal chop, which echoes much louder around the arena, causes an "ooh" from the crowd, and leaves a red print mark on Tony Rock's chest, who is now knocked on his ass, looking freaked out.

Phoenix: Wow! Now THAT'S how you start a party!

Rock stumbles over to his corner and tags in Starr. Starr comes in and immediately goes for Kojo, throwing a few wild right hands. They rock Kojo for just a moment, before he grabs Starr and headbutts him. Starr falls back and rolls back to his feet, and breaks into a run at Kojo, but Kojo is ready this time and grabs Starr into a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Kojo tags in his partner Drummond. Drummond leaps over the ropes, and lands with glee.

Phoenix: Kojo as you just saw is a brutal striker! He's been called The King of the Jungle and even The Knockout King in the past! And here's his partner, Devon Drummond, more technically based, but certainly just as capable in the striking department! They call Drummond the "Keeper of the Keys" because of his brutally secure submissions!

Starr gets to his feet groggily and heads for his corner, tagging in Rock. Rock storms back into the ring, recovered from his shocking chop, but Drummond meets him halfway with a clothesline! The big man goes down but doesn't stay down for long, and both Drummond and Rock clash in the middle of the ring in a grapple. Rock turns it into a side headlock, but Drummond almost immediately and seamlessly maneuvers his way out of the hold.

Drummond grabs Rock from behind and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep! He then runs to the ropes suddenly, springboards off, and hits a moonsault!

Roberts: Woah! Drummond isn't afraid to fly!
Phoenix: He calls that the Rage Against The Dying Light! And here's a cover!

ONE ... TWO ... NO!! Starr runs in to break the fall! Kojo jumps in on the other side and Starr shoots for him, but Kojo lifts up Starr and takes him out with a towering Uranage!

Phoenix: Kojo with the Reubenage!

Starr rolls out of the ring and Tony Rock stumbles up to face Kojo. Kojo hits him with a European Uppercut! Rock spins around and Drummond hits him with his own European Uppercut!

Phoenix: They Bang The Drums!

Kojo rolls out of the ring and Drummond moves in for the kill. Drummond grabs Rock's arm and locks in a KIMURA LOCK!!

Jeffrey: Oh no! The Kimura Lock!
Phoenix: ... which Drummond calls the Padlock! But it doesn't matter what it's called, all that matters is that Rock is tapping out!

Inside the ring, Phoenix is indeed speaking the truth as Rock taps out, and the referee calls for the bell. Drummond releases the hold.

Carson: Here are your winners... REUBEN KOJO ... DEVON DRUMMOND ... THE SYNTH CITYYYYY THRILLEEEERS!!

Kojo rolls back into the ring and he and Drummond hug to celebrate, before their music hits and they start grooving again, almost as if it's an instinct they can't control. They head out of the ring and up the ramp, happy with their debut victory.

Phoenix: A strong showing from Synth City, and I can't wait to see more of them!

We cut backstage where GM Sery is in his office. The door opens, without a knock, and in come The Liberation; Bruce Rigg and Garret Fischer. Sery looks up at them and stands up.

Sery: Appreciate you knocking, boys. Make it quick, because the more I look at you, the more nauseous I get.

Rigg and Fischer look at each other knowingly.

Rigg: So you admit it, eh? Yoo don't like Cain, and we're gettin' punished for it. That's discrimination.

Sery grins.

Sery: Now come on, buddy. You may have a face that makes me want to put needles in my eyes, but I don't discrimate because I think Cain is a douche bag. If I did, you wouldn't be employed. What makes you think I'm biased?

Rigg: Do yoo know where we are?
Sery: Uh... yes. Pretty sure I booked the place.  SSE Hydro. Glasgow, Scotland.
Rigg: Exactly! Scotland! My home! And ya didn't even book your best tag team. Instead you had some dancing idiots take our spot against two of the Six Jobberteers.
Sery: I just figured you'd wanna spend your time home with your family! And I can't book you now, the card is full. I'll tell you what, how about a tag match next month?

Fischer pipes up.

Fischer: Awesome. We'd love to take on Umbra Maxima or Murder of Crows for the Tag Titles -

Sery holds his hand up.

Sery: Let me stop you right there. How about The Liberation vs  those "dancing idiots" that you dislike so much?
Rigg: Please... we're above them... we want a tag title match.
Sery: Well, hate to break it to you, *laddie*, but what you want and what you get are two different things. Now run along back to Cain, like good boys, and I'm sure he can give you a rundown on your opponents next month - after all, he did train them.

Rigg stares a hole through Sery.

Rigg: Fine, we'll destroy the Synth City Thrillers next month. But lemme just tell yoo one thing.... yoo can hide behind your suit and desk, but if you push me too far, I will hurt yoo. Understand? Don't push me, little man.

Sery grins and gets in Rigg's face too.

Sery: Oh, I'm begging you, big man... do it....

The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife, both men silently staring into each others eyes, daring the other one to strike first. Eventually, Rigg steps back, not breaking eye contact with Sery, and heads out of the office, with Fischer guiding him away calmly.

Phoenix: Well, that was intense! But it's official! The Liberation vs Synth City Thrillers, next month!

"As I Am" by Dream Theater hits the PA system. Instantly, the buzz in the arena liquefies to acid as the crowd spit poison at the forsaken superstar. Rhys Cain steps out on to the stage, with his large, black leather coat and one black-gloved hand, and raises both his arms out wide as if absorbing all the negativity to fuel the Black Flame.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "THE BLACK FLAME" ... RHYYYYS ... CAAAIN!!

Cain starts his walk down to the ring. He is alone, without his comrades, and the crowd let him know what they think of him as he comes down the ramp.

Phoenix: Cain was reinstated after Sery fired him on his brutal attack on another superstar, because his victim and opponent tonight, Willow the Widow, wanted revenge in a one on one contest. Sery banned everyone from ringside to ensure no funny business goes down, but make no mistake, my personal feelings aside, I think Rhys Cain is legit one of the greatest 4CW wrestlers of all time and this will be a battle like Willow has never faced before!
Jeffrey: Yeah, I've always thought Cain was a dickhead, but he's certainly dangerous too! I'm not sure Willow really knows what she's gotten herself into!
Roberts: You two are forgetting one thing; this is personal, and all bets are off. We haven't seen Willow since that brutal assault at WAR. For over two months, she has been biding her time. I think Cain may be surprised at what he's unleashed tonight.

Cain jumps up on the apron and enters the ring, removing his coat and throwing it over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. He has a sick smirk on his face, as he eyes the ramp, waiting for his opponent with malice in his eyes.

"Nocturnal Strains" by Eternal Tears of Sorrow plays through the PA and the crowd give her a raucous cheer of approval as the avenger in this rivalry appears. As she crawls out of the most dense region of smoke, the strings pulling her become clear—attached to to her wrists and the back of her gas mask. All at once, she collapses face-down onto the stage—but is pulled up onto her feet with an unseen "tug" of the cables. Another vertical tug raises her lowered, inert head enough to make it face forward, and the build of Nocturnal Strains gives way to a moody, mid-tempo metal verse.

Carson: And making her way to the ring, from Widow's Hill... WILLOOOOOW ... THE WIDOOOW!!

Willow decides it's time to free herself and snips the cords one at a time with scissors. Then, throwing the scissors away, and cut free, Willow the Widow makes her way down the ramp. She slides into the ring - and RUNS STRAIGHT AT CAIN!

Phoenix: And we're not here to mess around! Ring the bell!!

The bell rings as Willow unleashes a series of stiff forearm strikes, catching Cain off guard and causing him to retreat into the corner. Cain goes behind the ropes and the referee gets involved to count out Willow for a DQ. 1...2...3...but Willow relinquishes the attack and takes a step back. Cain comes out from the corner and the ref allows the action to continue. Willow jumps straight back on the offense with some right hands, and whips Cain into the opposite corner. She then chases after Cain and takes him out with a running dropkick!

Phoenix: Wow! Willow has come out all guns blazing and looks to show no ill effects from that brutal attack two months ago!
Jeffrey: She's spent that time recovering and biding her time, it seems!
Roberts: What did I tell ya?

Willow gets back to her feet and as Cain gets to his knees, she delivers some vicious kicks to his chest and then hits a second dropkick to Cain's face, knocking him down once again to the mat! The crowd are buzzing as Willow gets up and starts to climb the turnbuckle!

Phoenix: Willow is going up top!

Willow reaches the top turnbuckle, looks around and then hones in on Cain, flying off and hitting a Swanton Bomb!! She covers Cain! ONE .... TWO .... NO!! Cain kicks out!

Roberts: I thought Willow had it there! A second away from the biggest win of her career!

Willow doesn't wait around - she grabs Cain and with some considerable effort, lifts him to his feet, before whipping him into the corner. Willow runs at Cain and hits a Stinger Splash with authority! She then whips Cain to the opposite corner! Willow runs at him for a second Stinger Splash - but Cain lifts a foot that hits Willow in the gut and she keels over. Cain falls to a sitting position, then grabs Willow by the head and pulls her towards him and using her as leverage to move himself over as he smashes her face into the bottom buckle!

Phoenix: Ouch! Willow hit hard there! And that may be the early flurry of this match coming to an abrupt end!

Cain tries to regain his composure from the early onslaught. He shakes off the cobwebs and throws some brutal stomps into the face and chest of Willow in the corner. Eventually Cain releases her at threat of disqualification and waits for the ref to see to her. Willow eventually gets back up to her feet and the referee gets out of the way. Immediately, Cain runs over and hits her with a clothesline, knocking Willow back down. Cain kneels down and grabs her face.

"Let's see who you really are, shall we, you little bitch?" is picked up by the camera mic. He tries to grab her mask, but Willow throws a wild fist which catches Cain in the temple. Willow is able to get back to her feet and throw two punches, but Cain throws her off and pushes her back into the corner. Cain runs at her and hits a corner dropkick! Willow slumps to a sitting position.

Phoenix: The more I see of this new Cain, the more he sickens me.
Jeffrey: The more I see of this new Cain, the more I like him. And I hate him.

Cain grabs Willow from the corner and lifts her up for a suplex. He keeps the suplex locked in though, rolls up and hits another. Then, of course, he does it a third time, completing the Triple Suplex! He covers Willow! ONE .. TWO ... NO! Willow kicks out!

Cain grins ironically to himself, his eyes seemingly away in some faraway place as he tries to think of how to put away Willow. Then, he jumps up and grabs Willow, sending her to the ropes. Willow comes back and Cain sets up for a dropkick. But Willow sees it coming and sidesteps! Cain kicks air and falls to the floor. Willow then runs to the ropes again and comes back with a dropkick to a now kneeling Cain!

Phoenix: Willow outsmarted Cain there! And it's on!
Roberts: Dropkicks galore in this match!

Willow takes out Cain with a DDT! She then goes to the ropes and starts to climb the turnbuckle!

Phoenix: What could Willow have up her sleeves here?!

We never find out, unfortunately, as Cain launches himself forward and into the top rope, knocking Willow off balance and sending her crashing to the mat! Cain then moves away from Willow as she scrambles to her feet but as she turns around, she runs right into a BUSAIKU KNEE KICK!

Phoenix: Cain with Dragon Rage! Dammit, this one is over!

Cain hooks the leg and the ref counts! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner... THE BLACK FLAME ... RHYYYYS ... CAAAIN!!

Roberts: Well, she tried! It was just too much for Willow tonight! Maybe she's not 100% still.
Jeffrey: Don't do that - don't make excuses! She lost, plain and simple!

Cain stands up as the ref raises his arm, a little worn out from the match and feeling a couple of the shots still, but ultimately a comfortable win. Willow leans with her back on the bottom rope, recovering from the brutal finish. Cain looks to leave the ring when he spots her in his peripheral and grins. Cain approaches Willow and leans down on his knees to be at eye level with her. She looks at him, but is still half-out of it to do or say anything. Cain grabs her by the face aggressively and presses his head against hers with force and speaks through gritted teeth.

Cain: This is what you get... and now.... we will see... who Willow the Widow really is... once... and... for... all...

Cain grabs the mask and with a glint of glee in eyes, rips it off!! The crowd gasp!

Phoenix: What the -
Jeffrey: IT'S TSUKIKO?!
Roberts: But - huh?

Cain is visibly confused by this. Tsukiko Mizuno was clearly the last person he was expecting. They stare at eachother for a moment - and then Tsukiko SPITS BLUE MIST RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF CAIN!!

Phoenix: OCEAN MIST! She's blinded Cain!!

Cain writhes around on the mat trying to get the mist out of his eyes. Tsukiko rolls out of the ring, happy with what she's accomplished and slips away! Cain rolls out of the ring, and blinded, walks into the announce table. Still rubbing his eyes, he bangs the announce table furiously, screaming for water! Phoenix is seen taking a gulp of his own water without any intention of passing it to Cain. No-one around Cain seems to have any water to help him! HOW CONVENIENT!

Suddenly, the lights go out. Cain still isn't able to see, believe it or not. But he can hear. And a distorted voice cracks over the PA.

???: Nice try. But you won't win this game that easily...

Suddenly, the tron comes to life.

Cain manages to get some water from a fan in the crowd (by snatching wildly and getting lucky), and throws it into his eyes. It takes him a moment to focus his eyes, but he sees the graphic and frowns, then storms up the ramp, coughing and spluttering still.

Phoenix: Willow the Widow has completely humiliated Cain tonight with her mind games! She sent out a dummy opponent, and got him blinded and screaming in front of us all. But if I was Cain, I'd be worried about the ominous message she had for him tonight!

Phoenix: Was that... filmed on a computer screen?
Roberts: I saw sunlight... and dust... what - oh, Sery funded it. That explains everything.
Jeffrey: You guys are behind the times! That's the new thing! MetaHD! So real it looks like you're literally pirating the movie yourself!
Phoenix: I - you know what, as long as the paychecks keep coming, I don't care. The Devil In Me! Coming soon, folks!

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is the Semi Finals bout! In the 4CW Storm Chasers Tournament! In addition! Per title stipulation, the 4CW Hardcore Championship will be on the line! Introducing first, hailing from Supremeville, USA, he wants to be referred to as The Best Damn thing to ever happen to Pro Wrestling, he is a former 2x  Custom Cup Champion, Former Tag Team Champion, Former 4CW World Heavyweight Champion, 4CW Hall of Famer, and current 4CW Hardcore champion! Ladies and Gentlemen welcome … SUPREME!!!!!

The lights in the arena turn to black as the mellow beginnings of "Good Times" by Finger Eleven starts to play over the P.A. system.  The lights come on full blast and Supreme, with the Hardcore Championship draped over his right shoulder, is standing at the top of the entry way, arms stretched out in anticipation of the boos from the crowd.  He saunters down to the ring as the song continues to play.

Phoenix: Supreme looking as confident as ever, fellas.
Roberts: Not much to say Ray? Think your boy is in trouble?
Jeffery: Oh piss off! My only complaint is that this match isn’t in the finals.
Phoenix: It is a Pay Per View matchup at the iconic Massacre, Ray. That’s nothing to sneeze at.

Supreme rolls into the ring and runs the ropes before stopping in the middle of the ring and throwing his arms and title up to the crowd. They boo back at him and he just waves them off and locks his eyes onto the stage awaiting his opponent, handing over his title as if its nothing.

Carson: And his opponent, hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey. Weighing in at 225 pounds and standing 6 feet 2 inches. I give you 4CW’s most prized and original possession! Jack! Mad Dooooooog!!! VALENTINE!!!!!

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and the crowd boos heavily. Valentine slowly emerges from behind the curtain and stares out to the crowd with a frown on his face. His still sports the long weaved pony tail and the nicely maintained five o’clock shadow. His wrists are taped in black and up starting up around his thumb and down to his forearm. He wears long skin tight black and red wrestling pants and black boots. He stops where the stage meets the ramp. His pyros explode and he remains steady staring at Supreme. Supreme taunts him, encouraging him to bring it and Valentine lets a tiny grin sneak onto his face. He walks down the ramp slowly, not as confident and lackadaisical as his opponent, but steady. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and Supreme keeps taunting. Valentine stares at him and decides to take the steel steps. He walks up the steps slowly and keeping his eye on Supreme. Valentine looks calm, while Supreme can’t wait to start the show.

Roberts: I sense fear. Supreme is ready to go and advance to the finals. Valentine is taking all the time in the world. This is not like him.
Jeffery: That’s the difference between good and great wrestlers. That’s what you don’t understand. He is simply sizing up his overhyped opponent. He is formulating a game plan. Just like he did with Rhys Cain at Gallows End. Just like he did when assembling his team to take down Team Rhys Cain at War II. And just like he’ll do, when he faces Brian White at Revival for the 4CW Universal Championship!
Phoenix: I gotta say, we get on you a lot Ray, but that was well said.
Roberts: Yeah...uhh….agree to disagree.
Jeffrey: Yeah, and I'll agree to disagree with your face, Roberts!

Valentine enters the ring, through the middle ropes, and never takes his eyes off Supreme. The official backs Supreme up and now both men stand in the ring. The official then signals for the opening bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The two men begin to circle each other, Supreme looks ready to pounce at any second. Valentine holding back, almost begging Supreme to make the first move. And he does. Supreme lunges at Valentine and he swings a right in a defensive matter. Supreme dodges, catches Valentine around the waist, gets behind him, and quickly German Suplexes him backwards. Valentine slams into the mat, but immediately rolls out of the ring to safety. He winces from the slam, but walks away to regroup.

Supreme sits up on his knees and laughs. He mouths something to Valentine, but he ignores it. Valentine slides back in and Supreme pops up. They meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. This time Valentine slides behind Supreme, but immediately eats an elbow to the face and stumbles backwards. Supreme turns around and starts unloading with right hands to Valentine. He gets Valentine’s back against the ropes and he takes a few steps backwards. He comes charging in at Valentine with a clothesline! Valentine ducks and flips Supreme up and over the top rope and he hits the apron and then spills out onto the mat!

Phoenix: Whoa!
Roberts: Let’s try to keep this match in the ring gentlemen!
Jeffery: You’re such a sissy.

Valentine doesn’t take time to showboat as usual and instead runs the ropes. He comes back to where Supreme was just dumped to the outside, and he launches himself through the ropes and connects with Supreme! Both men are down! The official wastes no time in starting the count. Still early in the matchup, both guys start getting up only after the count of 3. Valentine is up first and sees Supreme slowly following behind. He holds up his hands and locks them together above his head and slams them into Supreme’s spin! Supreme drops back down, but then slowly starts to get up again, so Valentine does it one more time and connects in-between the shoulder blades! Supreme drops down again. Mad Dog then grabs Supreme by his head and tosses him back into the ring and slides in himself.

Valentine pops to his feet and starts stomping Supreme head to toe. Eventually the official steps in and backs off Valentine. Valentine, instead of arguing, waits for Supreme to stand in the corner. Supreme gets up and Valentine takes off running. He meets Supreme in the center of the ring, but is caught around the waist! Supreme tosses Valentine up and over his head for a quick but effective Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Valentine holds his back in pain, but manages to get back up. Supreme is ready and waiting and kicks him in the gut. He sets him up for a Snap Suplex and quickly connects! Supreme refuses to release the hold and spins around. He forces Valentine back up and connects with a second suplex! He’s not finished! He does it one more time and gets Valentine up!

This time Valentine wriggles free, but Supreme grabs Valentine around the waist and gets behind him! Fearing another Suplex, Valentine tries to escape the hold and step out of it, but Supreme uses Valentine’s own momentum and runs him into the ropes. He attempts to roll him backward for a schoolboy, but Valentine holds onto the ropes. Supreme rolls back empty handed, but quickly gets up and runs at Valentine leaps for him. Valentine turns seeing Surpeme’s midair body and immediately drops to dodge, but also grabs hold of the top rope lowering it! Supreme misses everything and flies right back out of the ring and belly flops on the canvas!

Phoenix: Good God! That had to hurt!
Roberts: Sweet Jesus!
Jeffery: Delicious Moses! Valentine is oh so ever the opportunist! What are you two looking at?

Supreme has surprisingly taken the fall better than expected and while still nursing his stomach, gets up on to this knees and glances into the ring to make sure Valentine isn’t coming for an attack. Valentine remains in the ring, resting in the corner with his back to Supreme. Supreme slams his hands against the ground in frustration and then slowly gets back into the ring. Valentine turns around and the two size each other up again, albeit taking deep breaths.

They meet for another lock up, but Valentine fakes and side steps. He jabs Supreme in the gut by surprise. He swiftly drives his right elbow down onto the back of Supreme’s head. He temporarily drops to a knee, but gets back up and stumbles into the closest turnbuckle. Valentine follows him and grabs him by the hair on the top of his head. He lays in a few strikes with his free hand and then quickly pivots and chops the chest of Supreme. The sound echoes throughout the arena and a few fans “Wooo!!”. Valentine follows up with two more before whipping Supreme across the ring into the adjacent corner.

The 4CW Original takes off running after him, but Supreme falls out of the way and Valentine slams into the turnbuckle chest first! Valentine stumbles backwards and turns only to eat a switch Lariat kick to the side of the head from Supreme! Valentine falls onto this back and before he can snap out of his daze, Supreme twists his legs around and flips him over and then the pain sets in!

Phoenix: Supreme Demise! Shades of the Texas Cloverleaf!
Roberts: And they’re nearly right in the middle of the ring!

Valentine begins to freak out and throw his arms in every direction. He yells out in pain and reaches for the ropes which seem miles away! Supreme wrenches back and applies as much pressure as he can! The referee slides in and begins asking Valentine if he wants to quit! Valentine ignores him at first, but when the official raises his arm to signal for the bell and looks back at Mad Dog, he shakes his head no repeatedly. Valentine manages to pull Supreme and himself a bit towards the ropes. Supreme fights it, but Valentine is relentless.

The tug of war continues with Valentine gaining ground every second. Finally he’s within reach of the ropes and lunges, but simultaneously Supreme stands and starts dragging Valentine back to the center of the ring! The crowd goes wild! But before Supreme can sit back down, Valentine rolls over onto his back and Supreme loses his grip and one of Valentine’s legs. That same leg comes up and kicks Supreme in the side of the head, again, and finally the last kick connects on Supreme’s nose and he flails backwards. Valentine uses his last bit of energy to roll away and fall out of the ring to recover.

Phoenix: Supreme had the Supreme Demise locked in and Valentine escaped by the skin of his teeth!
Roberts: Once Supreme pulled him away from the ropes I thought it was over. I know you did to Ray!
Jeffrey: I never lost faith. Valentine is relentless!
Roberts: You’re sweating Ray. And you smell bad. A lot like you just shi…..
Phoenix: Supreme is up!

Supreme shakes the cobwebs out and searches for Valentine. He sees the bottom rope of one side of the ring shaking and heads that way. He glances over the top rope and sees Valentine recuperating. He swiftly heads over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top and awaits Valentine to stand. The crowd starts to roar. Valentine uses the ring apron to help himself up and stands. He limps as he starts to turn around and unknowingly face Supreme. He turns and Supreme leaps high into the air and almost floats above Valentine, before coming down with a vengeance! Valentine glances up and in that split second he rolls into the ring avoiding Supreme completely! Supreme belly flops onto the mat! The crowd can be heard in a collective gasp! Valentine, clearly still in pain and nursing, can’t help but grin. Supreme flops around in pain before becoming still. The official starts the count!

Phoenix: Bah God!!!
Jeffrey: And that’s why they call it high RISK! Bahaha!

Valentine uses the ropes and manages to get to his feet and rest against the closest turnbuckle. The official has his count at 7! Supreme is stirring and on his hands and knees. He reaches up and starts to pull himself using the apron. 8! Valentine starts yelling something at Supreme. 9! Supreme uses his last bit of energy to roll himself into the ring and avoid the count out!

Phoenix: Supreme beats the count!

Valentine wastes no time and stomps away on his back and head. He runs the ropes and returns dropping an elbow to Supreme’s back! Valentine grabs him by the head and forces him to his feet and sets up for a maneuver with Supreme’s head between his legs. He lifts him straight up and holds. He leaps and drives his head into the mat for a vicious Piledriver!

Supreme rolls over onto his back and Valentine contemplates going for the pin, but instead climbs the turnbuckle! He looks out to the crowd and then back at Supreme. His knee buckles but only for a second. He leaps into the air and brings up his elbow and drives it into the heart of Supreme! He immediately hooks the leg for the pin!

1!!

2!!

Kickout!

Phoenix: Supreme isn’t done yet!
Roberts: Hard to believe that was the matchups first pin attempt!
Jeffrey: Damn it!

Valentine looks annoyed and shakes his head. He picks up Supreme and sticks him in the corner. He lands a few rights to keep him there and backs away, almost completely across the ring. He runs in full speed head first and Supreme falls out of the way! Valentine flies like a missile through the turnbuckle and slams his shoulder into the steel post! Supreme swiftly pulls back for a School Boy pin!

1!!

2!!

Kickout!!

Jeffrey: Aaaaahhh!!
Phoenix: Almost! Just like that!!!

Both men remain down. Clearly hurting. The official goes to start the count, but Supreme is on his hands and knees and using the ropes to get up. Valentine isn’t far behind him. Supreme is up first and grabs Valentine. He puts his head in-between his legs and lifts him up, but Valentine fights it and forces himself back down. He breaks free and kicks Supreme in the gut! He quickly hooks both arms in a DDT position!

Jeffrey: Flea Shot! Flea Shot!

Supreme fights it and gets an arm free and starts punching Valentine in the gut! He forces Valentine’s head under his arm and toss the other arm up over his head! He flips him back for a Supreme Compromise! Shades of the Fisherman Suplex! He bridges and holds for the pin!

1!!

2!!

3!!!

No!!!

Roberts: Wow! So close!
Phoenix: Reversal after reversal! Near fall after near fall! The conclusion has to be coming soon folks!
Jeffrey: I think we’re only at the halfway point Scott!

Supreme breathes heavily as he looks out to the crowd and suddenly shouts an explicit, a favorable one we all know and love to use. With the two competitors near the ropes, Supreme walks to the adjacent ones and gets on the ring apron. He waits for Valentine to stand and the anticipation is excruciating. Finally, Valentine is up and he stumbles around to face Supreme. He takes a second to locate him, but soon his eyes widen as he sees him across the ring, but just as quickly sees him hop onto the top rope and use it to catapult himself across the entire ring at Valentine! Valentine promptly raises his leg and it meets Supreme’s face for a Superkick!!! Supreme falls onto his back and his eyes roll into the back of his head! A dreary Valentine falls back first onto Supreme!

1!!

2!!!

3!!!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jeffrey: Holy shit!

The crowd gasps again!

Carson: The winner of this match via pinfall! And NEEEW 4CW HARDCORE CHAMPION...  JACK ... MAD DOOOOOG ... VALENTIIIINE!!

Valentine has his hand raised and gets up slowly before yanking it away from the official and immediately climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in victory. His face looks surprised at first but soon turns angry as he shouts out to the crowd! He hopes down and his knee buckles. He catches himself and makes eye contact with the referee reluctantly handing him his championship. He holds it and stares at it in a bit shock and then quickly holds it up with one arm out to the crowd. He then and exits the ring through the middle ropes, leaving Supreme only now just starting to come around.

Phoenix: Valentine wins! Jack Valentine is going to the finals! Jack Valentine is the new 4CW Hardcore Champion!!
Jeffery: What reversal! He is legend! A Super Super Duper Kick!
Roberts: How did he have time for that!? How’d he see Supreme? How was there enough time? Just how!?
Jeffery: Extreme athleticism! Incredibly opportunistic! The stuff of Gods! What a win!
Phoenix: Call it whatever you want! Jack Valentine clearly has Supreme’s number and now his Hardcore title. And with this win tonight at Massacre, he will face Tommy Young in the Stormchaser Tournament finals!

Carson: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING and it is for the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

"Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera hits the PA system. The crowd buzz in anticipation as the challengers come out to the top of the ramp, looking as menacing and foul tempered as ever.

Carson: Introducing first, the challengers, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at a combined weight of 496lbs, ROBERT AND JASON ... MURDER OF CROOOOWS!!

Jason and Robert discuss some unheard tactics as they storm to the ring, ignoring the crowd's mostly negative reaction. They roll into the ring, looking ready and motivated for their upcoming battle.

"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the PA system. The crowd give a more favourable response as the 4CW Tag Team Champions come out from behind the curtain.

Carson: And their opponents, from New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 485lbs, they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions... MAXIMILLIAN YESGILL ... ELFAN SIMTUL ... UMBRAAAAAA MAXIMAAAA!!

The towering Simtul, with Yesgill flanking, hold their titles high up in the air as they walk down the ramp.

Phoenix: As of today, no tag team has had more cumulative days as 4CW Tag Team Champions as Umbra Maxima have in their two reigns. They have held the championships since October 2018, and also held them from April to September 2018. So much success in such a short time has earned them the honour of being one of the more iconic teams in 4CW history and tonight, they will face the relatively new Murder of Crows, who have impressed in their own right after their winning performance at Storm Front: WAR II last year in their first ever WAR match.

Umbra Maxima get into the ring and take their corner. They look as equally determined as their challengers.

Roberts: This championship match tonight is their prize for winning that match. But Umbra Maxima have proven to be one of the most dominating teams we've ever had, so it'll be interesting to see what kind of challenge the Crows can bring tonight against the Tag Team Champions!

Maximillian Yesgill and Robert Crow start the match for their respective teams. The referee allows the match to begin and the two of them clash in the middle of the ring with a grapple. Robert is the stronger man and is able to push Yesgill into the corner. Yesgill goes under the ropes and the ref comes between them to break contact. Robert lifts his arms and backs away, and Yesgill comes back into the ring, only for Robert to clock him with a cheap shot! Robert is scolded by the referee but Robert laughs him off and grabs Yesgill, whipping him into the Crow corner of the ring.

Robert tags in Jason and Jason stomps away at Yesgill in the corner several times. Jason tags in Robert again, who comes in and similarly stomps Yesgill multiple times, before tagging Jason back in. Jason pulls Yesgill out of the corner and hits a suplex. Quick cover. 1 ... no! Kickout! Jason picks up Yesgill and throws him back into the Crow corner. He hits a few shoulder barges into the gut of his opponent, then tags in his brother again as Robert becomes the legal man.

Robert pulls Yesgill out of the corner and hits him with an uppercut. Yesgill falls to the floor. Robert turns on the spot, points at Simtul and laughs with exaggeration in an attempt to enrage the beast. Simtul frowns but otherwise stays in control, his grip on the top rope tightening. Robert turns his attention back to Yesgill.... WHO ROLLS UP ROBERT! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Robert kicks out!

Phoenix: And THAT is what happens when you don't take the 4CW Tag Champions seriously!
Roberts: Robert very nearly got caught there!!
Jeffrey: *Fantastic deduction* there, Roberts.

Yesgill and Robert both arrive back up at their feet and the same time and Yesgill comes all guns blazing with some right hands. Robert stumbles but recovers well and throws a few rights of his own. This back and forth continues until Yesgill suddenly swoops under Robert and runs to the ropes. Robert spins on the spot, and Yesgill takes him down with the Lou Thesz Press! Yesgill throws a few right hands at Robert on the mat and gets back up to his feet, now in control.

Robert follows closely behind but Yesgill takes him back down with a dropkick! Yesgill then heads for the ropes and climbs the top rope for a flying move! He gets to the top and jumps off to hit Robert Crow with a Flying Clothesline - but Robert sidesteps - Yesgill rolls through and spins around - Robert takes him out with belly to belly suplex! Robert tags in Jason.

Phoenix: Yesgill had some momentum built but Murder of Crows are great at regaining control here!
Jeffrey: Quick tags keeps an opponent cornered!

Jason comes in and takes down a recovering Yesgill with a brutal lariat! Jason turns to Simtul and also takes a moment to gloat, but still Simtul remains restrained. Jason stomps Yesgill a few times before lifting him back up and this time taking him out with a Fallaway Slam! Jason moves over and covers Yesgill! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Yesgill kicks out!

Jason frowns and tags in his brother to continue the assault. Robert picks up Yesgill and attempts another suplex, but Yesgill lands on his feet behind Robert! He pushes Roberts into the corner, who inadvertently knocks Jason off the apron! Then, seizing his moment, Yesgill stumbles over - AND TAGS IN SIMTUL!

Jeffrey: OH BOY!
Phoenix: Here comes Simtul!

Simtul knocks down Robert with a massive clothesline! Robert flips 180 in the air before crashing! Simtul roars as Jason runs into the ring. Simtul raises his leg and takes out Jason with a Big Boot! Jason rolls out of the ring as Robert ends up in the corner. Simtul launches himself into the same corner, hitting the Stinger Splash on Robert Crow!

Phoenix: TOTAL ECLIPSE!

Robert comes out of the corner and Simtul lifts him up high - before dropping him with a GORILLA PRESS SLAM!

Roberts: And there's the Falling Satellite!
Jeffrey: The Crows are in big trouble!

Simtul finally lifts Robert on to his shoulders - and smashes him down with the SHADOW HAMMER!!

Phoenix: There it is! It's all over!

Simtul covers Robert - the crowd count along .... ONE .... TWO ... TH--NO!! JASON BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!!

Jeffrey: Jason with the save at the last nanosecond! Let's go!!

Simtul rolls over to Yesgill and Yesgill tags himself in, unseen by anyone but the referee. Jason grabs Simtul and lifts him up to his feet, then takes him out with a belly-to-belly! Jason rolls out of the ring and goes back to his corner. Robert continues to try and recover, pulling himself up by the ropes. He does so to his knees, and then leans over, and TAGS IN Jason! Jason grabs Simtul and lifts him on his shoulders!

Phoenix: Jason has Simtul up! Crows Driver on its way!

Mystic Scott gets it right as Jason takes out Simtul with a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! He covers Simtul - but the ref doesn't count! Jason is furious and the ref explains that Simtul ISN'T the legal man! Jason spins around a moment too late and Yesgill takes him out with the SPRINGBOARD SUPERMAN PUNCH!!

Phoenix: BOOSTER DESCENT!! Yesgill takes out Jason Crow!!

Yesgill hooks the legs!! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here are your winners and STIIILLLL THE 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, UMBRAAAAAA MAXIMAAAA!!!

Jason rolls out of the ring as Yesgill helps Simtul to his feet. The referee goes to the ropes and comes back with the tag titles, handing one to each of the champions.

Phoenix: What a thrilling main event! And Umbra Maxima continue to dominate utop the 4CW Tag Division!
Roberts: Is there anyone who can stop them?
Phoenix: There's a plethora of talent! Silent Sorcery! The Liberation! Just tonight, we saw the Synth City Thrillers make their debut! Whoever it is that faces Umbra Maxima next, they had better be watching, because Umbra Maxima rarely make mistakes and rue those mistakes even fewer times still!

Umbra Maxima stand tall on each turnbuckle, raising their belts into the air in celebration of their hard earned victory. They jump down and talk amongst themselves in the ring, words unheard to everyone, as the logo appears in the bottom third of the screen.

Phoenix: Next month on Storm Front, the Stormchaser Final! It's Tommy Young vs Jack Valentine! Thank you for joining us, thank you for being part of the Massacre! Goodnight!

Quick Results:
-Stormchaser Semi Final: Tommy Young def Glock Nine
-Synth City Thrillers defeated The RockStarrs
-Rhys Cain defeated Tsukiko Mizuno (disguised as Willow the Widow)
-Stormchaser Semi Final: Jack Valentine defeated Supreme (c) to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship
-4CW Tag Titles: Umbra Maxima (c) defeated Murder of Crows to retain the 4CW Tag Team Championships

Writing Credit:
-Young vs Glock: Rhys
-Synth City vs RockStarrs: Rhys
-Liberation/Sery backstage: Rhys
-Cain vs Tsukiko: Rhys
-Valentine vs Supreme: Lheat87
-Maxima vs Crows: Rhys

Confirmed Card:

4CW World Championship
Two out of three falls match
Pilgrim Paige (c) vs Jacob Scharff

4CW Universal Championship
Brian White (c) vs Stormchaser Winner (Jack Valentine OR Tommy Young)

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)
Erica Moxie vs Witch Hazel vs Supreme vs ???

Review Sheet:
-Young vs Glock:
-Synth City vs RockStarrs:
-Liberation/Sery backstage:
-Cain vs Tsukiko:
-Valentine vs Supreme:
-Maxima vs Crows:

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