4CW Storm Front 25.08.13

The 4CWtron comes to life as the opening video package  plays and the generic 4CW theme bursts out of through the PA system and the cameras pan around the packed arena at the cheering crowd focusing briefly onto the signs that the fans are holding up, “Sery couldn't beat an egg” ; “[chux] [sux]” ; “NME Rulez” ; “4CW 4 Life” are just some of the signs that the camera can see before being distracted by the pyros exploding either side of the entrance ramp and across the stage area as this sets off a chain reaction of explosions all the way down the ramp to the ringside area, as the turnbuckles explode into life and the final set of pyros begin to die down and the crowd has come alive, screaming and chanting as Storm Front officially begins.

Phoenix:   Hello, I'm Scott Phoenix, and welcome to Storm Front!!  It's great to be here in Albany, New York today.

Jeffery:  And I am, of course, Ray Jeffery.  I'm going to assume that all the nice smelling cities were unavailable today...

Phoenix:  We have some show for you tonight!  We have the final three matches of the Heavyweight Tournament.

Jeffery: And that includes Hugh Knowles drawing out the two lucky re-entries! 

Phoenix:  Talking of the Heavyweight Tournament, we now have the tournament bracket, so you can plot the route to the final of your favourite wrestler!

The 4CWtron pops into life, showing the bracket for the tournament.

Phoenix: Some very interesting match ups in there Ray.

Jeffery:  No Belly though.  He better get pulled out of the hat later!

Phoenix:  Speaking of Belly, we understand that there had been an incident backstage prior to Storm Front going Live tonight

Jeffrey: Such cutting edge journalism there Scott, it's all over the inter-web that there was incident backstage involving Belly

Phoenix: Well what isn't all over the inter-NET Ray is the footage that our guys out in the truck have managed to piece together, so we can show you exactly what had gone on and why we won't be seeing Belly here tonight.

Jeffrey: Absence only makes the heart grow fonder Scott

Phoenix: I think we can all make an exception this time though.. Let's have a look at the footage.

The 4CWtron flickers and turns from the live arena feed onto a black screen, which comes to life to show the backstage area, with the 4CW logo and 'Earlier Today' stamped into the bottom corner of the screen.   The camera is focused onto Candi who is doing some interview work for the 4CW website, as Candi continues to talk into the camera, the guys in the truck have played with the camera and thus image slowly zooms past her head and is zooming in on a door that is opened quickly.  Seated in the locker room a few familiar faces can be seen, The 'Icon' Mark Redman can be seen changing after his match that he had to warm up the action hungry crowd in the main arena and at the far end of the locker room. almost out of view because of the camera angle sits JJ Blaze who is quickly obscured as he holds up a black t-shirt in front of him as if he is admiring it.  Just then, the view beyond the door is block entirely as from inside the locker room, dressed in dark black jeans and a black skull embossed t-shirt with a denim sleeveless vest and his head wrapped in his trademarked black skulled bandana is the large framer of Belly, who storm out of the locker room quickly, slamming the door behind him and takes a couple of steps towards Candi and the cameraman, but then he looks up and the look of frustration can be plainly seen on his face as he stops and changes direction, in an obvious attempt to avoid either the cameraman or Candi or perhaps both.  The camera zooms back out once again and goes back to the original image of Candi who is still continuing her speech into the camera, unaware of what was happening behind her.

The 4CWtron flickers off for a brief moment, as the image returns, this time to one of a shaky camera, as the cameraman is obviously running down the corridor as fast as he can, as a result the picture is jumping all over the screen as he narrowly avoids colliding with some backstage workers, weaving his way through the busy corridor until he reaches the already formed crowd at the end of the corridor, all with their backs to the camera, watching something that is taking place.  The cameraman does his best to try and push through the crowd and the first thing that is noticeable isn't something the camera can see, but something the microphone on the camera can hear.  The sound is magnified through the PA system as the crowd look on at the 4CW Tron as they listen to the un-edited shouting that is coming from the commotion inside the room that the camera is approaching.  Voices can be heard but no words can be made out, and as the cameraman manages to push his way to the front of the crowd of backstage workers, the name on the office door reads, 'Hugh Knowles'

Only seconds pass from the time the cameraman has made it to a good vantage point to when a half dozen men all wearing tight fitting black t-shirts with the word 'Security' wrote in white across their backs, charge down the corridor and into the room.  The open door allows the camera to see some of what is going on inside, as it show Hugh Knowles standing in the corner of the room, his tie is loose around his neck, turned 45 degrees out of position as one half of his shirt has become un tucked from his pants and the top button of his shirt as come undone, standing in front of Hugh Knowles are the six security guards that had ran into his office, all facing to the end of the office that the camera man cannot see, however with the door open, the camera doesn't need to see who is standing there to be able to recognise the voice which is now un-muffled thanks to the security guards leaving the door open.

Belly: "Tell me where the coward is hiding Hugh and this will all be over"

Knowles: "Security... Get him out of this office... in fact, get him out of this arena!!"

The security guards all turn slowly and look at each other before looking back towards Belly who is still standing out of sight of the cameraman, but everyone in the arena can see the hesitation in the body language of the Security guards, as they are obviously hoping this can be solved amicably and not resort to use of force.

Belly: "This is not how you what this to happen Hugh.. trust me.. Just tell me where he is"

Knowles: "He isn't here, I have told you... I have no idea where he is... The police are on their way... Security, get him out of here"

Belly: "The only way I am leaving here is when you tell me where the coward is hiding"

As Belly shows his defiance to leave, one of the security guards takes a step forward towards Belly, and the big man takes that as the first sign of aggression, as he quickly comes into view only to throw a right hand to the head of the foremost security guard, dropping him to the floor as the others all then rush the big man.  Bodies are flying all over as heads are bouncing off walls, and knocked to the floor, and then a minute later, the 2 last standing security guards run out of the office past the cameraman, as Belly has stepped fully into frame of the camera, standing in the middle of the office on the opposite side of the desk to Hugh Knowles who was cowering in the corner during the scuffle, who was calling back the two running security guards, only to turn around and see that the only man left standing in the office is Belly, staring back at him.

Knowles: "I.. I.. Don't know where he is..."

Belly without saying a word steps forward closer to the desk but before he can say anything, 4 police officers come running down the corridor and arrive at the office door, where the first thing they see is this tall monster of a man standing amidst an office of unconscious security guards and a cowering man in a crumpled suit standing in the corner, who at the sight of the police officers, seems to gain some bravery once again, as he stands up straight looking at the police officers who ask him what the problem is, as if it was plainly obvious for all to see.

Knowles: "Officer's, If this man does not leave the arena, then arrest him"

Belly turns and looks at the police officers, but the look of anger seems to go from hi face as he see's all four of the officers place their hands on their holstered guns, aware of his surroundings, Belly turns and looks back at Hugh Knowles and a slight smile appears on his face, as he steps forward even closer to the desk and all in one voice, the police officers tell him to stop as they raise their left hand in a stopping gesture, leaving their right hand on their now unclipped yet still holstered guns.

Belly: "Tell him I will find him... Hugh..."

Just as he finished his line, he reaches forward and quickly snatches an I-Pad off the office desk and Hugh Knowles goes to tell him to drop it as Belly turns and glares at him, causing Hugh to stop himself mid sentence and back down, knowing that if all this confrontation has cost him is a company I-Pad, then he should class this as a win.  With that, Belly walks through the office door and the police officers part, allowing him through, keeping their distance they flank him as he walks down the corridor with a smile on his face seeing the agents and backstage workers scurrying away as he looks towards them as he passes them, the police staying alert as they cautiously walk Belly down the corridor towards the emergency exit.

The 4CWtron flickers back to the live arena feed leaving the crowd stunned at what they had witnessed

Phoenix: That was footage at what happened earlier, where Belly had caused mayhem backstage as he searched for who we can only assume would be Chris Drake

Jeffrey: Of Course it was Chris Drake he was looking for, did you not hear him, he was looking for the coward, and last week we all saw the cowardly Chris Drake back down from Belly's challenge as Jack Valentine took a cheap shot against Belly in the ring

Phoenix: You think Belly would be concentrating on Jack Valentine and not getting himself ejected from the arena after having a hissy fit about not finding the owner of 4CW, Chris Drake

Jeffrey: You better hope he isn't listening to you right now Scott, or I may be presenting this show on my own next time when Belly is back here

Phoenix:  Moving swiftly on Ray, let's get to Sarah Loveless in the ring...

The lights slowly dim, and Brad Fiedel’s “Dream Window” screams from the PA.  The hooded and robed figure of Marie Dubois appears from the back, clutching a skull in both hands.

Loveless: Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, MARIE DUBOOOOIIIIIISSSSSS!!!!

Almost as if she were gliding, Marie walks down the ramp towards the ring.  From outside the ring, she places the skull in the ring corner, nearest the steel steps, the grinning face looking towards the middle of the ring.  She climbs up the steps, removes her hood, and climbs into the ring.

Once in the middle of the ring, her robe falls off like water, and the arena’s lit up once more.

Loveless: And her opponent, hailing from Krasnoyarsk, Russia... Nightshade!!

A moment later, “Down by the Water” by PJ Harvey plays and Nightshade erupts from the backstage curtain, powerwalks to the ring and slides in.

Jeffery: Paladin’s lady versus Carstein’s lady.

Phoenix: Not sure either of these talented ladies would appreciate being called by those terms.

The bell rings and Marie Dubois and Nightshade lock into a collar-and-elbow tie up. Marie turns it into a headlock, and Nightshade pushes her into an Irish whip into the ropes. Marie hits a shoulder block, knocking Nightshade down. Marie pulls Nightshade up, only to be caught by a quick dropkick to Marie’s knee. Nightshade leaps with a Jumping Calf Kick. Marie Dubois hits the mat. Nightshade grabs Dubois’ and hits a double arm ddt!!! Nightshade covers.

Jeffery: Nightshade, trying to end it quickly. Mrs. Carstein is in trouble already.

Phoenix: From out of nowhere, a big move that MAY end the match!

1...

2...

Kickout by Marie.

Phoenix: Not yet. It’ll take more than that. Carstein has been training Marie for her in ring debut. This is going to be a great match. Wil Marie succeed when Loreli Spice failed? ONE of these two women will be able to claim DOMINANCE in the Women’s division of 4CW. With matches like THIS ONE, 4CW will have NO CHOICE but to bring back the Women’s championship.

Nightshade moves in to grab Marie, but Marie Dubois counters with a finger to the eye. As Nightshade lurches back in pain, she gives an appreciative smile, and a head nod to Dubois, just before Marie hits her in the head with a Shining Wizard! Marie picks up the stunned and downed Nightshade and grabs her head and hits a Samurai Driver!

Jeffery: Amazing turn around. Marie Dubois in command of this match.

Phoenix: It could be over, but Nightshade is a veteran and has held championships in other leagues. She’s a rookie in 4CW, but not a rookie to the game.

1...

2...

Kickout by Nightshade!

Jeffery: The russian model turned wrestler is just so tough to keep down. She’s strong, fast, smart and has that mean streak that, frankly, scares the heck out of me.

Phoenix: You WOULD be scared. I could kick Nightshade’s ass. Lucky for her, I like her style. I like Marie Dubois right now, too. This is a tough one to know who to root for.

Marie Dubois doesn’t even bother to yell at the ref as he picks Nightshade up and hits a Falling Powerslam! Marie relentlessly grabs Nightshade and vaults her up for a Gutwrench Sit-out Powerbomb! Dubois covers.

1...

2...

Kickout by Nightshade.

Jeffery: Marie pushing the pace. SHE WANTS this win BAD.

Phoenix: Nightshade barely kicking out.

Marie Dubois’s face shows frustration as she moves to the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault. Marie goes to cover, but Nightshade kicks out even before the ref drops to count. Marie Dubois taunts the crowd as Nightshade tries to get to her feet, as soon as she is on stable legs, Dubois hits her with a Dropsault. She moves to the ropes and slides outside. When Nightshade gets to her feet again, she vaults up and hits a Springboard clothesline! She covers, but Nightshade kicks out again before the ref even hits the mat for a one count. Dubois grabs her thoat and starts to choke Nightshade. The ref tries to break it up, pushing Marie Dubois away.

Jeffery: Nightshade with a second wind. Anastasia Bok with a devastating backstabber.

Phoenix: Her non-4CW experience showing right there. 4CW is lucky to sign such a high-end free agent.

Jeffery: Marie is a homegrown 4CW talent. She’s been around, seeing the toughest of the tough go at it, seeing what it takes to survive and prosper when top-notch athletes go for broke.

Nightshade uses the distraction to pull Marie into a knee to the gut. As Marie Dubois falls, Nightshade gets to her feet and pulls Marie Dubois into a backstabber! Nightshade rolls over and hooks two legs. The ref drops and counts.

1...

2...

Kickout by Marie Dubois!

Nightshade is up, and drops an elbow to Dubois’s chest, and then a second, and then a third. Happy that Marie is down, she steps to the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes for an aerial attack. Marie Dubois hops up, not as wounded as Nightshade thought, and hits an Insiguri Kick to Nightshade as she reached the top rope. Dubois turns her positioning on the top rope into a Superplex! Dubois covers.

Jeffery: Dubois with a HUGE superplex!!!

Phoenix: This is it!

1...

2...

Kickout by Nightshade.

Phoenix: Nightshade is tough as nails! HOW did she kick out?

Marie Dubois is irate, screaming at the ref. She demands that that was a 3 count. Frustrated, she slowly moves over to the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes. To her surprise, Nightshade is up early, and catches her, on the top rope, with a Pele Kick! Dubois slouches down on the top rope, and then falls in the corner. Nightshade catches her breath as Marie Dubois tries to get to her feet. Nightshade launches into actions and grabs Marie Dubois’s head, climbing the turnbuckle and hitting a Sliced Bread DDT! Nightshade hooks a leg.

Phoenix: Now Nightshade is taking the pin? This is SO evenly matched! Will Dubois stay down?

1...

2...

3, NO... Kickout by Marie Dubois!

Phoenix: NO! The match continues!

Nightshade starts to thow right hands to Marie’s unprotected, exposed head, but the ref pulls Nightshade away as Marie gets to her feet and then stumbles back into the corner. Nightshade pushes Marie back into the corner and blisters her chest with number of chops before starting to whip her across the ring, only to reverse the whip and pulls her right into a Japenese Arm Drag! Nightshade pulls Marie Dubois up by her hair as the ref admonishes him. Nightshade scoops Marie up for a Falling powerslam, but Marie counters and slides out of her graps and behind Nightshade. Marie counters with a desperation Belly to back suplex on Nightshade. Nightshade is up first, but turns right into a Belly to belly suplex from Marie. Nightshade, again, is up first, but is caught, again, by Marie, ther time with a superkick!

Marie is up, and pulls Nightshade up, only to be caught by Nightshade’s finger in her eye. Nightshade grabs her head and leaps into the air for a tornado DDT! Nightshade picks up Marie and whips her off the ropes, catching her coming in with a Falling Powerslam! Nightshade motions to the crowd that ‘it is over,’ and pulls Marie’s head between her legs for a move, but Marie counters with a back body drop! Marie is up, on shaky legs, and grabs Nightshade’s arm, but Nightshade counters and hits Marie with a Side Russian leg sweep! Nightshade pulls Marie up, but is caught by another poke to the eye. Nightshade drops to the mat and Marie scoots to the corner and starts to climb the ropes. The crowd erupts in cheers. Marie vaults off the top turnbuckle for a moonsault, but Nightshade moves out of the way!

Jeffery: THIS IS AWESOME! I don't care WHO wins. One of these ladies is going to be the next Mrs. Jeffery! This is HOT!

Phoenix: What?

Nightshade takes time to recover, and then gets to her feet before Marie Dubiois. Nightshade backs Marie into the ropes, and then blisters her face with three forearm shots before whipping Marie across the ring, only to be caught by Marie Dubois’s Lou Thesz Press. Marie Dubois is dropping right ans lefts at Nightshade’s face, until the ref pulls Marie off of the downed Nightshade. Dubois grabs Nightshade by the hair as the ref admonishes her, just before Marie snap mare’s Nightshade to the mat and follows up with a dropkick to Nightshade’s back.

Marie pulls Nightshade up, but Nightshade leaps into a Jumping Calf Kick right into Marie’s face. Nightshade takes a moment to recover, and then shoots into another dropkick to the Marie Dubois’s knee. Nightshade pulls Marie Dubois up by the hair and then drops down into a Sit-Out Jawbreaker.

Nightshade moves in for an attack, but Marie counters with a Belly to back suplex on Nightshade. Both are up again, and Marie Dubois hits a Standing dropkick, and immediately follow up, coming up the ropes with a clothesline. Marie Dubois pulls up Nightshade, only to have her face raked by Nightshade’s nails. Nightshade immediately follows up with a quick ddt! Marie Dubois is down. Nightshade is up, and headed to the ropes, but Marie Dubois catches her as she gets to the second rope and throws her down to the mat with a thud. The crowd starts to erupt as Marie Dubois climbs to the top turnbuckle and prepares to launch off of it onto Nightshade vaulting off for a moonsault, but Nightshade is up, and moves out of the way as Marie launches off the top turnbuckle! Marie lands on her feet behind Nightshade, only to be caught by a kick to the gut. Nightshade pulls Marie’s head down between her legs and quickly lifs her up into RED OCTOBER (a Spinning Angel’s Wings Facebuster)!!!

Jeffery: I’ve seen her use that move before footage from the WSF! She calls it the Red October. Get it? She’s Russian! There was that movie with...

Phoenix: Shut up, Jeffery. BIGTIME Spinning Angel’s Wings Facebuster! Red October, countering the missed moonsault!

The crowd starts a chorus of boos as Nightshade covers Marie Dubois. The ref drops and counts.

1...

2...

3!!!

The crowd starts to drown out the announcer as he tells the crowd that Nightshade is the winner. PJ Harvey’s Down by the Water starts to play as Nightshade slides out of the ring and heads to the back, holding her stomach, wining a bit in pain. A satisfied, almost evil smile comes across her face as she disappears backstage.

Phoenix: THAT was an AMAZING match. Marie Dubois has nothing to be ashamed of. NIGHTSHADE is FOR REAL. Loreli Spice has fallen to Nightshade’s URSA Major armbar, and now Marie Dubois has fallen to Nightshade’s Red October. Nightshade has cemented herself as THE TOP woman in the division.

Jeffery:  Let's take our first break of the night.

As the advert ends the 4CWtron comes to life just outside the locker room of the Skill Set.

The Russian model turned 4CW wrestler; Anastasia Bok; the woman who wrestles as Nightshade, is leaning against the wall just before the sign that reads Skill Set, with the mandarin characters 技巧集 just below it. Dressed in a little black dress and matching heels, she seems frustrated. Finally, her eyes light up, as she sees the muscled block of a man named Paladin Wells walking toward the locker room.

She addresses him with a bit of frustration in her Russian-accented voice: Warric. You have a match tonight... in a few MINUTES, even. Where have you been?

Paladin, speaking briefly, and with an angered look on his face: Gym.

Nightshade: You weren’t here for MY match.

Paladin, anger obvious on his face: Nope.

Nightshade, a bit of anger on HER face as well: Just ‘Nope.’ Not even an ‘I’m sorry?’

Paladin raises an eyebrow, questioning: Do you watch MY matches?

Nightshade, taken aback and scoffing: Uh... Yes.

Paladin: Who did I face last show?

Nightshade didn’t respond, unable to give the answer that she didn’t know.

Paladin: Yeah... I thought so. Anastasia... We’re done.

Nightshade’s eyes widened, and her eyebrows began to rise in shock: What?

Paladin: It’s been fun, REAL fun, but it’s not working out.

Nightshade has a look of shock on her face: Are you... DUMPING me?

Paladin: We’re not a couple. We’re a two people who share a bed.

Nightshade: And have incredible sex.

Paladin: Uuuuhhhhh... yeah. I was going for the classier way to say that, but... yeah.

Nightshade steps closer to Paladin, anger in her voice: NO ONE... DUMPS... me. Who do you think you are?

Paladin: I... really... don’t know anymore. But I do know that THIS thing between us isn’t working. I’m sorry, but you’re not the one for me. I need... more. Man, I... DO sound like the girl in this relationship, don’t I?

Nightshade: Take it back.

Paladin: What?

Nightshade: TAKE IT BACK! I have NEVER... been dumped... and I won’t be DUMPED by someone like... YOU.

Paladin: I don’t know if that’s just bitchy or just flat out racist. I’ll be nice and say that it’d just condescending. Ana... we can be friends, and coworkers, but, I’m looking for...

Nightshade: Is this because of that little bitch, Frost?

Paladin lied: No. It has nothing to do with...

Nightshade turned away from Paladin and threw up her arm in a ‘talk to the hand’ gesture as she walked away abruptly: I’m going to DESTROY YOU BOTH!

Paladin, paused, eyebrows rose, as he watched her walk away: That... actually went better than I imagined it.

Paladin walks into his locker room. Paladin slides open the locker room door of the Skill Set and looks in. Kensai Jin Lee (in his wrestling gear) and Courtney Frost (in her normal-style little, black dress and matching black heels) are inside, both looking up to Warric Wells as he walks in.

A moment later, Kensai, Frost and Paladin all were in one room, at one time. Paladin was the first to break the awkward silence. Kensai gives Paladin an ominous, angered look. Paladin walks past Kensai Jin Lee and Courtney Frost without a word as he reaches a locker and grabs his bag. Paladin finally turns to Frost.

Paladin went to speak, but Kensai cut him off, anger filling his voice: Nǐ qù nǎlǐle? Wǒmen yǒu wèntí! Wǒ YÀO CUĪHUǏ SERY! Gānshè wǒ STORM FRONT, zuìhòu fēngbào qián, wǒ yào CUĪHUǏ!

Frost: He said ‘Where have you....'

Before she could continue, Paladin turned to Kensai with a piercing look in his eyes and a frightful frown on his face. Paladin responded to Kensai... in Mandarin: Wǒ jiù zài zhèlǐ... Lái CUĪHUǏ’ wǒ.

Kensai and Frost both looked at Paladin like he had a second head. These was the first hint that Paladin Wells could even UNDERSTAND Chinese, never mind SPEAK one of the world’s most difficult languages. It had been two months with Courtney Frost translating every word that the almost-always-angry Asian grappler had spoken. She has finessed many a comment from Kensai to Paladin to stop hostilities between the two. In reality, Paladin had known every word that the angry Asian had said, every single time…for two months.

The audience didn’t know the meaning of the words spoken by either man, but they could tell that a threat was issued from Kensai to Paladin Wells, and the challenge was accepted. Now, the speaking was over, and all that remained was action... or lack there of.

A ring on Frost’s cell phone broke the action. More specifically, it was Kensai’s phone, held by Courtney Frost. Frost pulls out the cell phone and looks at the number. She quickly calls for Kensai.

Frost: Jin! Call for you. It’s Mao Tan Ren.

Kensai’s grabs the phone from Frost & walks away, throwing his free hand up in the air and scoffing as he walks out of the room: Zhè shì bùshì běn yuèdǐ!

Frost, instinctively: He said... well, I guess you KNOW what he said, don’t you. And how does THAT happen?

Paladin: My dad wrestled in Japan for twenty years... ten of them... WITH Kensia. I spent a decade over there when I was a kid. 4 to 14. I HAD to learn the lingo. And, uh... my sensei is Kensai’s sensei... and he only spoke Chinese. I’m not sure how you two didn’t realize that all along.

Paladin paused, then continued, changing the subject: So... Mao Tan Ren, huh?

Frost: Not everybody needs TMZ to break a story. And it’s NOT a big deal... for most.

Paladin: Didn’t say it was. MY PROBLEM is with his TACTICS, not his...

Frost cuts him off: Back to the REAL story... why... did you... uh... need me to translate for you?

Paladin looked away, a bit embarrassed: I... didn’t.

Frost, blushing awkwardly: Sooooooo...

Paladin, changing the subject, again: I have to change... like, right now. I have a match.

Frost: Warric...

Frost, looked away for a moment, and then stepped toward him, looking into his eyes. There was a pause, and nothing was said for a few seconds. Courtney Frost thought twice about doing whatever she was about to do, and backed away toward the door. As she stepped out of the room, she spoke one last time.

Frost: Hǎo yùn.

Paladin: Thanks. I’ll need it.

Frost: I don’t think you will. Can we... talk... after your match.

Paladin: Absolutely... AFTER. Now... get.

The door closes behind Frost, who pauses outside the door with a smile coming across her face.

The 4CWtron fades out and takes the audience back to Ray Jeffery and Scott Phoenix at the announce desk.

Jeffery:  The Storm Front soap opera rumbles on.  Feel like I've just watched an episode of 90210...

As Ray Jeffery finishes speaking pyro's explode on the stage as the familiar music of Cyber Dragon begins to play, familiar to those who are not new to 4CW and just as the black entrance curtains twitch, the music scratches out and mixes into the music of El Conquistador and running out onto the stage, wearing their matching masks comes Cyber Dragon and El Conquistador, the team known as Los Dragonquistadors jump around on the stage as the crowd cheer the former 4CW Tag Team Champions and high five each other before simultaneously running down the ramp, before in one fluid action they both leap and jump from the floor, over the bottoms rope and roll through as they land on their feet in the centre of the ring before jumping onto opposite turnbuckles as more pyro's explode around the ring

Phoenix: Ray, they are here, its Los Dragonquistadors

Jeffrey: Who invited these jokers back into 4CW

Phoenix: They are the longest serving tag team champions of the modern era Ray, they don't need an invitation, they are always welcome

Jeffrey: Look at the jumping around like they are children.. Hell they even look like children in those silly masks..

Phoenix: It's great to see some more tag teams returning, and even better with it being the former tag team champions, the ultimate underdogs who overcame the odds and defeated everyone put in front of them

Jeffrey: Are they paying you for all this, or does sucking up just come naturally to you Scott?

Phoenix: The time away has definitely done wonders for this team, they are looking great and its great to see them back in a 4CW ring, no matter what you say Ray, its been about a year since they have been in a 4CW ring.

Faceless by Left With Tomorrow begins to play through the PA system as the crowd all turn their attention to the stage, the white stage lights turn Red, White and Blue as through the curtain, stepping into the spotlight is Christopher Dawson, wearing a black tailored suit and tie, with one hand placed behind his back and the other, tucked lightly into the front pocket of the waist coat, he walks to the middle of the stage as he look around smiling at the response he is received before slowly making his way down to the ring.  Half way down the ramp, Christopher Dawson comes to a stop and his music cuts out as he brings his hand from behind his back to his front, revealing a microphone in his hand.

Phoenix: What is Christopher Dawson doing here?

Jeffrey: We saw him last week returning his 4CW Contract Scott, he is now a 4CW employee, he has every right to be here.

Phoenix: Yes, but why is he coming out here now?

Dawson: Good Evening Mr Dragon, Good Evening Mr Quistador, I apologise for the intrusion, but it appears our scheduling has conflicted somewhat, but we shall, how do they say it.. Soldier on... If you would indulge me for a moment, you shall see where I am going with this.

Los Dragonquistadors both look confused, well as confused as they can do whilst having both their faces covered in masks, as they stand in the ring, looking at Christopher Dawson.

Dawson: A few months ago, my former acquaintance and friend, Christopher Drake had approached me with a proposition of re-signing with 4CW and had said I could name my terms if I would agree.  At first I have to say I was a little hesitant due to the fact that we have been estranged for the better part of 6 years now as once I had to return to England, and he dissolved our tag team, I had not heard a single word off him until Revival was to be held in Wembley, England and through my wrestling school doors walks the man who you all know as Chris Drake, but he is still the kid I know as Christopher.  But that is all ancient history now, and here I am, I named my terms and Christopher sent me the contracts to which I signed and last week I returned to a Mr. Knowles as Christopher was indisposed with this Mr Belly fiasco.

Christopher Dawson pauses for a second as the crowd jeer at hearing the name of Belly, except for the small section of diehard fans close to the ramp, who go against the grain and cheer, yet their lonely voices are quickly and comprehensively drowned out by 99% of the crowd.  As the jeers subside, Christopher Dawson once again raises the microphone to his lips

Dawson: I wandered the corridors for a little bit last week after returning the signed contracts and everywhere I turned, I could hear whisperings about my friend, Mr Drake, and then I arrive at the arena tonight and still all I hear are negative remarks about the man I still call a friend, so I have come to the conclusion that if you want something to happen in this company, you have to make it happen and not wait around and complain like I hear those in the back doing, whining about wanting a better spot... moaning about wanting a shot at the big one... So Mr Dragon and Quistador, this is the reason I am out here tonight, you have provided me the perfect opportunity to introduce to you, my students and newest members of 4CW... Leon and Charles... The Great Britton's...

Rule, Britannia begins to play through the PA system as the crowd all turn their attention to the stage, the white stage lights turn Red, White and Blue as through the curtain, stepping into the spotlight is The Great Britton's. Charles and Leon, both wearing there long sleeveless Union Jacket coats and Union Jack embroided pants stand at the top of the ramp, posing briefly as they look around at the capacity crowd, taking in the moment before slowly walking down the ramp and stopping either side of Christopher Dawson, who looks at each man in turn, proud of what he sees before him.

Dawson: After watching Storm Front last week, it seems like we are not the only people who have realised that the only way to get anywhere in 4CW is to take it into your hands and do it yourself, as this mysterious L-A-C had attacked the former 4CW Tag Team Champions, Rock Stars in the ring under the cover of darkness.  But as a former Tag Team Champion myself, I have to say I do not agree with that... For we do not need the cover of darkness to take out some former Tag Team Champions... Show them what we mean boys...

As Christopher Dawson finishes his last syllable, both Leon and Charles begin to run down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope to a waiting Cyber Dragon and El Conquistador who begin to try and fight off the Great Britton's by stomping them in the back, but the two newcomers are quick to their feet, fighting through the constant stomps from Los Dragonquistadors and once they are to their feet, all it takes is a clubbing forearm from Leon Britton to Cyber Dragon and a closed right fist from Charles Britton onto El Conquistador to turn the tide, and the returning former champions are sent stumbling backwards into opposite corners, where both Britton's continue their onslaught of punches until both men are slumped in the corners.

Phoenix: Christopher Dawson has just let loose his dogs on Los Dragonquistadors.. we need Security out here, this isn't a match

Jeffrey: Welcome back Los Dragonquistadors...  This isn't a family reunion show Scott.. this is 4CW and here we Fight!!!

The Britton's look over their shoulders at one another, and with a nod, they simultaneously grab their respective opponents arms and Irish whip's them into the centre of the ring, where they collide with one another, Cyber Dragon drops to a knee from the collision, whilst El Conquistador manages to keep to his feet but is staggering around, and as he turns around a full 360 degrees to face the corner where Leon Britton was standing, the Brit charges as fast as he can, diving forward, driving his shoulder into the gut of El Conquistador as he briefly wrapped his arm around his waist for a huge devastating Spear sending El Conquistador flying out of the ring between the bottom and middle rope to the outside.

Jeffrey: Spear.. Spear.. What a Spear from Leon Britton

Phoenix: This is too much, where are the referees, this isn't a match.. How do you know that is Leon?

Jeffrey: I do my homework Scott, it's called being a good journalist.

Leon Britton jumps up to his feet and raises his arms, proud of his Spear that sent El Conquistador flying out of the ring, but as he does, Charles Britton slaps Leon on the back and his brother turns around to see Charles raises both hands up in the air, thumbs raises high to which Leon knew exactly what Charles was signalling and without saying a word, Charles turns and heads to the corner turnbuckle leaving Leon to pick up Cyber Dragon from his one knee and spins him around and Leon bends down, placing his head between the legs of Cyber Dragon, standing up so that Cyber Dragon is seated on the shoulders of Leon.  Whilst Leon had placed Cyber Dragon on his shoulders, Charles had climbed the turnbuckle and is perched on the top rope, waiting for his brother to slowly walk over to the corner with Cyber Dragon.  Once there Leon turns around so his back is to his brother and Charles stands up on the top turnbuckle and wraps his arm around the head of Cyber Dragon, falling backwards he pants Cyber Dragon with a huge DDT from the top rope.

Phoenix: Oh My God.. A Steiner DDT on to Cyber Dragon

Jeffrey: That was the British DDT Scott, what a move...

Phoenix: within a minute, these 2 have demolished the former tag team champions

Charles stands up to his feet as he and Leon both raise their arms in celebration receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd, and during their celebrating Christopher Dawson has slowly climbed the ring steps and climbs through the ropes into the ring, wiping his feet on the ring apron as he does and then proceeds to use his feet to roll Cyber Dragon out of the ring where he falls from the apron to the floor below with a thud, still out of it from the huge DDT.  Christopher Dawson then makes his way to the centre of the ring where is joined either side by Charles and Leon Britton.

Dawson: Ladies and Gentleman, allow me once again to introduce to you all... Leon Britton and Charles Britton... The Great Britton's...

With that Christopher Dawson drops the microphone in the ring as Rule, Britannia once again begins to play as Charles and Leon raise an arm in the air, celebrating their debut in 4CW as Christopher Dawson looks on like a proud father.

Jeffrey: Christopher Dawson said he was going to make an impression and he certainly did that

Phoenix: What he actually said was if you wanted something to happen then you have to make it happen

Jeffrey: Semantics Scott, either way they certainly made it happen.. Wouldn't you agree?

As Jeffery finishes speaking the 4CWtron fades back up to show Hugh Knowles, hunched over a desk, running his hands over the top of his head. He spends a few moments muttering numbers to himself before he is interrupted by a polite knock at his open door. Looking up, he is met by an attractive dark-haired woman dressed in a professional-looking dress.

Knowles:   Great! Another damn lawyer!

Woman:    Not quite, Mr. Knowles. I'm not here for that kind of business.

Knowles rounds the table with a wry, predatory smile. After all, he deserved her, right?

Knowles:    And what business would a woman like you have with a man like me?

Knowles continues to size up the woman until he is face to face with her, close enough to feel her breath and smell her perfume.

Best. Storm Front. Ever.

The woman is undisturbed by Knowles's advances and produces a sealed envelope from her purse.

Woman:     A few months ago, you sent out contracts to any wrestler, fighter, manager or otherwise that could so much as spell 4CW, inviting them to play in the house that you and Drake presumed to have built.

The woman puts the envelope on Knowles's desk, still ignoring the look in his eyes.

Woman:   Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Knowles, still not realizing that the woman is not a prostitute, ignores the contract and puts his hand on the woman's waist. Strange, yet familiar feelings were returning... downstairs.

Knowles:    Now surely I would remember looking up a sweet little thing like you.

The woman finally relents and grins.

Woman:    I wouldn't put my hand there if I were you; not if you knew my name.

Knowles:   What would that name be? I'm more of a man than you think.

The woman giggles playfully and whispers briefly into Knowles's ear.

Woman:    See you at the next Storm Front, Hugh.

The woman then kisses him on his sweaty forehead and leaves Hugh staring in disbelief, every ounce of blood drained from his face.

The 4CWtron fades back out and we are back with Scott Phoenix and Ray Jeffery.

Phoenix: Looks like Chris Drake has been busy signing more people to 4CW.

Jeffery:    I don't get it Scott, he came out on the last show and waffled on for an hour about 4CW being broke, and yet we've seen Christopher Dawson bring out his new tag team tonight and now there is someone else new coming in.  How is he affording all this?

Phoenix:  I suppose, Ray, you have to speculate to accumulate.  If Chris Drake is making decent signings, then more people will tune in, and there is more chance that Gallows End will be successful.  I think this is a very smart move.

Jeffery:  Smart enough to land us all in the poor house...

Phoenix:  Let's move this on and get to Sarah Loveless in the ring...

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for on fall. Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California. Standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 275 pounds! Paladin Wells!!!

Glitch Mob’s remix of “Seven Nation Army” hits and out walks Paladin Wells. The crowd goes CRAZY with a deafening chorus of cheers for the 4CW rookie. Paladin Wells smiles for a moment before getting a serious look on his face a moment before he walks down the ramp looking in great shape. He runs and slides into the ring and quickly gets to his feet. He shouts out to the crowd raising his arms and they respond with cheers. He turns and faces towards the stage.

“Money for Nothing” by Dire Straits hits the PA system.

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Antigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 185lbs, SEEERRRYYY!

Sery makes his way down to the ring to quite a warm response from the crowd. They get behind him as he rolls into the ring and goes to the corners to taunt.

Phoenix: Here comes Sery! This young man is in singles action tonight and will be looking to get into winning ways.

Jeffrey: Paladin Wells is looking to get his first singles win in 4CW. Sery is looking for his first win since the return of 4CW.

As soon as the bell rings, Sery nails him with a Dropkick! Paladin is down, and Sery smashes Paladin Wells with hammer fists to Wells’ back.

Sery drags up Paladin and whips him into the corner. Sery grabs Paladin to deliver a crunching Side Russian Leg sweep onto the chair! Sery drops to his knees and delivers a series of punches to Paladin’s head until Paladin brings up a knee to Sery’s gut, knocking the smaller veteran wrestler back.

Sery staggers, just long enough for Paladin to deliver a big overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Sery recovers quickly and catches Paladin with a small package!

1...

Kickout by Paladin.

Phoenix: Sery’s speed is going to be a problem for Paladin, but Sery has had problems with bigger guys lately.

Jeffery: Yeah... and EVERYONE’S bigger than Sery. He needs to retire before he gets killed in the ring.

Sery hits a big dropkick to Paladin’s head. Sery picks up Paladin and tries to deliver a bridging Fisherman’s Suplex. Paladin drops his weight and blocks the move.

Sery runs to the ropes and hops up for a Springboard Moonsault. Sery covers, but Paladin kicks out even before the ref can drop to count. Sery goes off the ropes for added momentum, but Paladin catches him with a Black Hole Slam!

Phoenix: There’s the POWER of Paladin Wells.

Jeffery: I would just tap if I were Sery.

Phoenix: He’s not in a submission move.

Jeffery: I’d tap just to get OUT of this inevitable beating. Then I’d go home and see if I was finally tall enough to go on the ride at Disney.

Paladin pulls up Sery to his feet like a small child and tosses him into the corner. Paladin with three more right hands before he whips Sery across the ring and into the opposite corner with a crash! Sery crashes to the ground.

Paladin pulls the veteran up and gets caught by a finger to the eye by Sery. Sery quickly hops to the corner turnbuckle and launches off with a Missile Drop Kick! Sery lifts up Paladin by the head and starts to throw right hands to the rookie’s face. Sery backs up and prepares for a superkick, waiting for Paladin to turn into it. Paladin turns into Sery’s range, but scoots forward and wraps up Sery into another overhead belly to belly suplex! Sery is up and, but, wobbly. Paladin slides behind and hits a German suplex! Paladin slides to the ropes to catch his breathe. Sery gets a moment to recover, but as he tries to re-engage paladin, gets caught by Paladin with a spinning clothesline!

Phoenix: Paladin turned Sery INSIDE OUT!

Jeffery: His arm is as big as Sery’s chest!

Paladin quickly covers, and the ref drops to count.

1...

2...

Kickout by Sery!

Phoenix: Sery with tremendous resilience.

Jeffery: What-evs.

Paladin lifts Sery up to his feet and then up onto his shoulders for a slam, but Sery slides out, lands behind him and then shoves him into the corner turnbuckle! Sery quickly pulls Paladin in and plants him square on his head with a quick Snap DDT, before rolling him over and covering him, as the ref has the count.

1...

Phoenix: Sery turns it around with an excellent move. Veteran is showing his wares.

2...

Jeffery: Paladin did get caught there. Is this it?

Kickout by Paladin.

Phoenix: NO! It’s going to take more than that to keep down Paladin. He’s one of the biggest guys on the 4CW roster, versus the smallest guy on the roster.

Jeffery: A good BIG man ALWAYS beats a good LITTLE man.

Phoenix: Sery is a former Custom Cup champion. He’s been to the dance before. Sery has been fighting the top guys in 4CW since 2007. Nothing against Paladin, but being a collegiate wrestling all-American is A LOT different than being a professional wrestler.

Sery comes off the ropes as Paladin is getting to his feet, but Paladin catches him with a Samoan Neckbreaker!

Jeffery: Still... that Samoan neckbreaker shows that you just can’t LEARN power.

Phoenix: The cover!

Paladin cover as the ref quickly drops to count.

1...

2... Kickout by Sery!

Phoenix: Paladin is RELENTLESS. While Sery is looking to return to his winning form, Paladin just wants his first win SO BADLY.

Jeffery: SOMEBODY’S gotta win this one, right?

Paladin stumbles backwards, into the ropes, and leans against them. Sery is the first to recover and comes charging in at the rookie, crashing into him with a clothesline that sends both men toppling over the top rope!

Phoenix: I can’t believe that little Sery got big Paladin over the top rope.

Jeffery: Sery does make a match exciting.

Phoenix: Paladin is OBVIOUSLY the stronger of the two, but Sery just showed us some power as well. Paladin Wells ha power, but Sery has SPEED. Sery has GRACE.

Jeffery: Yeah, yeah, and Rita Haywood gave good face.

Phoenix: What?

Jeffery: It’s Madonna. Get some culture.

Phoenix: One. What? Two. How is Madonna... CULTURE. Three. It’s Rita HayWORTH. Four. There’s a WRESTLING match going on. And Five... I LOVE Madonna.

Both men lie on the outside, collecting themselves, as the ref begins his count.

…1

…2

…3

Sery grabs onto the ring apron, pulling himself up to his feet.

…4

…5

Phoenix: A countout does NO ONE any good. Get in the ring

Jeffery: Pick up Sery’s little butt and toss him in the ring, Paladin.

He grabs Paladin and pulls him up standing as well.

…6

Grabbing Paladin’s wrist, Sery whips him hard, directly into the ring steps, dislodging them from the ring post. Sery looks up at the ref and quickly rolls into the ring, breaking the count, before rolling back out. As the ref starts again, Sery stalks over to Paladin and drags him back to his feet. He grabs Paladin’s wrist and tries sending him into the guardrail, only to have Paladin reverse the whip and send Sery crashing into the metal railing. Sery arches his back against the railing as Paladin rolls back into the ring, breaking the count.

Phoenix: The match continues.

Jeffery: Veteran move from a rookie.

Paladin rolls back out as the ref once again starts the count over, this time sprinting at Sery. The cagey veteran ducks down, putting a shoulder into Paladin’s midsection and lifting him up tossing him over the guard rail. Paladin, however, lands on his feet and quickly grabs Sery, pulling him backwards and bringing a forearm crashing down into his chest, flipping Sery backwards into the crowd. Paladin quickly grabs Sery, tossing him over the guardrail and back towards the ring. Grabbing the Sery’s head, he rolls him back into the ring. Sliding in after him, Paladin gets to his feet and lifts Sery up as well. Paladin whips Sery into the ropes before grabbing him as he rebounds, lifting him up and dropping backwards with a Samoan Drop! He quickly hooks a leg, laying back on Sery as the ref counts.

1... Sery kicks out.

Phoenix: Sery is made of stern stuff.

Jeffery: And about to have the STUFF kicked out of him.

Phoenix: I don’t get it. You didn’t LIKE Paladin Well last Storm Front.

Jeffery: Oh, I don’t. I like Sery even LESS, though.

Paladin quickly rolls off of Sery, grabbing his head and dragging him up to his feet. Paladin whips him into the corner, where Sery crashes into and slouches down, stunned. Paladin stares at Sery for a moment before pointing towards him. Crouching down, he takes off, sprinting at him. Diving, looking for a Spear, Sery quickly moves out of the way and Paladin crashes shoulder first into the ring post!

Sery pulls Paladin out of the turnbuckle and goes for a dropkick, but Paladin brushes him aside, and Sery lands awkwardly on his left shoulder and immediately winces in pain and pulls his left arm tight to his chest.

Phoenix:  Looks like Sery hurt something there, hopefully it isn't too bad

Jeffery: It's his puny, midget arm.  If he had a proper sized arm he'd be fine...

Paladin pulls Sery in to set up a suplex, but Sery breaks free and hits a Superkick! Paladin is stunned. Sery hits a low dropkick to Paladin’s knee. As Paladin lands on one knee, Sery hits a second Superkick right to the head!

Phoenix: BAM! Right in the mush! Sery is going to pull this one out.

Sery, still cradling his left arm, covers and the ref drops quickly and counts.

1...

2...

Kickout by Paladin.

Phoenix: Paladin is too big and strong.

Jeffery: Sery is putting in a phenomenal match. So is Paladin. I don’t like EITHER of these two, but, damn, this is 5-star match so far.

Sery is up, and caught by Paladin in a small package. The ref, still down, counts.

Phoenix: Turnabout by Paladin.

Jeffery: 1-2-3! It’s over!!!

1...

2...

Kickout by Sery.

Phoenix: You’re count was a BIT fast, J.

Paladin is up and turns to Sery, right into Sery’s Tornado DDT! Paladin is on the mat. Sery pulls himself to his feet using the second rope. He glances at Paladin lying on the ground and then takes to the ropes. He hits the ropes hard and leaps off with a springboard elbow drop.

Sery rushes at the larger Paladin, but the rookie catches the smaller veteran and slams him to the ground with a spinebuster. Paladin drops for the pinfall and the ref drops to count.

Phoenix: This is IT!

Jeffery: There’s NO WAY Sery can kick out of that DEVASTATING spinebuster!

1…

2…

3, NO! Sery kicks out at 2.9!

Phoenix: UNBELIEVABLE!

Jeffery: STAY DOWN, you little troll!

Paladin just glares at the ref but never says a word. He grabs the smaller Sery by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He whips him into the rope and when he rebounds back he levels Sery with a T-bone suplex as the crowd pops. Paladin comes off the ropes, catching Sery with a running lariat! Paladin picks Sery up, and straight into a gorilla press slam, dropping Sery onto his chest! Paladin picks up Sery and goes to lift him again, but Sery slides out behind him. Paladin turns, and Sery uses his speed to lands a series of right hands, staggering Paladin.

Phoenix: The speedster is taking control late in this contest, although he is still not using that left arm for anything.

Jeffery: That dwarf is taking it TO Paladin. He’s going to pull this off!!! NO!

Paladin goes to grab him, but Sery ducks under his arms, and then returns to throwing punches to Paladin’s face. Sery grabs Paladin by the neck and runs to the corner, climbing the corner pads right into a Sliced Bread #2! The crowd goes CRAZY, cheering for the smaller veteran wrestler.

Phoenix: Sliced Bread #2!!! Sery’s won many a match with that move!

Jeffery: NO! NO! NO! NO!

Sery, sweating, his left arm hanging limply at his side, lowers himself to the mat, covering Paladin and hooks a leg with his right arm.  The ref drops to count.

1...

2...

3, NO! Paladin got a leg under the ropes!!!!

Phoenix: Sery HAD IT! Paladin saved himself with a foot under the ropes.

Jeffery: Man, I thought he had it.

Sery looks at the ref in sheer shock. The crowd goes crazy as Sery points to the corner and gives the signal for the Seryous Senton!

Phoenix: He still might. Sery is COMPLETELY in control of this match. He’s going for the Seryous Senton!

Jeffery: I hate puns SO much.

Sery climbs the turnbuckle as Paladin starts to stir. Sery launches off the top and crashes to the mat as Paladin moves out of the way at the last moment. A moment later, Paladin pulls Sery up and into THE HOLY AVENGER (Jackhammer Powerslam!). The crowd goes CRAZY as Paladin puts his weight onto Sery and hooks a leg.

Phoenix: HOLY AVENGER! Sery is stomped flat! Is this it?

The ref drops and counts as the crowd counts along with him.

1...

2...

3!!!

Phoenix: That’s IT! Paladin Well notches his first singles win over a game Sery!

Jeffery: Sery goes down AGAIN! He hasn’t won since the restart of 4CW. This is GREAT!

Phoenix: Let's just hope that injury to Sery's left shoulder isn't as bad as it looks.

Glitch Mob’s remix of “Seven Nation Army” hits as Paladin gets to his feet and has his hand raised by the ref! The crowd goes CRAZY with a deafening chorus of cheers for the 4CW rookie. Aching, Warric ‘Paladin’ Wells slides out of the ring & raises his arms in the air to accept the cheers of the crowd. He walks up the ramp & slaps ‘5’ to a number of fans on his way toward the back.

Phoenix: Paladin made a HUGE impression tonight versus a former champion and capable veteran in Sery.

Jeffery: Please, Paladin will lose next week, and go back to the bottom of the pile... only one notch above Sery.

In the ring, a still recovering Sery is trying to get to his feet by using the ropes. The crowd suddenly ends their cheers for Paladin, Sery and the just-ended match, as certain members see Kensai; Jin Lee; making his way to the ring from the crowd. Kensai hops the guardrail and slides into the ring behind Sery.

Phoenix: Where did KENSAI come from?

Jeffery: He snuck in through the crowd. He’s come to finish off Sery. THANK YOU, KENSAI!

Sery turns to see Kensai a moment too late, as Kensai levels Sery with a superkick to his unprotected jaw! Sery drops like a sack of potatoes!

Phoenix: That was uncalled for.

Jeffery: Of course it was. That’s what makes it AWESOME! KICK HIS ASS, KENSAI!

Up the ramp, Paladin turns to see the action in the ring. A frown quickly comes across his face as he starts to quickly head back to the ring to stop the violence, but never makes it. Behind HIM, Rog Roddick runs up behind him and in his blind spot, tennis racket in hand! With a jumping downward smash, Roddick smashes his racket into the back of Paladin’s head and he hits the cement floor! Paladin is out cold! Blood shoots out of the back of Paladin’s head as Rog stands over him, berating him with words drown out by the boos of the crowd.

Phoenix: And NOW ROG RODDICK with an attack! All HELL has broken lose!!!

Jeffery: This is just GREAT! Both goodie goodies are getting a reality check.

In the ring, Kensai picks up Sery and pulls him in to set up a Testdrive DDT, but he sees Rog Roddick on the entrance ramp, starting to put the boots to Paladin Wells. In an odd, out-of-character, moment of camaraderie, Kensai releases the already-unconscious Sery and slides out of the ring. Kensai grabs a chair from the timekeeper and runs up the ramp toward Rog Roddick.

Phoenix: What is Kensai doing now?

Jeffery: I think he’s going to help Paladin. WHY? He was going to be the one DESTROYING Paladin only an hour ago.

Rog sees Kensai, armed with a chair, and steps back away from his series of kicks to Paladin’s gut. As Kensai arrives with chair in hand, there is a standoff for a few moments, before Rog Roddick slowly backs away from the fallen Paladin, and head to the backstage area.

Phoenix: This is an interesting turn of events. Kensai attacked Sery. Rog attacked Paladin. Kensai stopped beating on Sery to SAVE Paladin from Rog. All this AFTER a MAIN EVENT LEVEL match between Sery and Paladin.

Jeffery: Yeah. Shit happens.

Phoenix: We're going to take a quick break here, come right back.

Phoenix:  Welcome back, I'm hearing Rhysus is about to come out and get some stuff off his mind.

Jeffery:  Hopefully not too much, he hasn't got much to spare...

The crowd roars as “The Turning Point” by Killswitch Engage plays from the system, and “The Bruiser” Rhysus appears from the back. 

Phoenix: And here comes “The Bruiser”!  And I’m sure, following his match against Brock McSweeney two weeks ago, Rhysus has a lot on his mind.

Jeffrey: Urgh, well he doesn’t have to share it with us.  Two weeks ago showed he can’t walk the walk so he shouldn’t be trying to talk the talk.

Phoenix: C’mon Ray, you know what happened.  Rhysus was attacked from behind by Renfield, got soaked in blood by Carstein and Brock McSweeney cheated to win his match.  The cards were stacked against Rhysus right from the start.

Jeffrey: Excuses excuses.  A loss is a loss.

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, “The Bruiser” Rhysus!

Rhysus climbs into the ring and takes the microphone from Sarah Loveless.  He paces around the ring a bit, thinking about what he’s going to say, and the crowd cheer him on.

Crowd: RHYSUS!  RHYSUS!  RHYSUS!

Rhysus: Two weeks ago I challenged Brock Mcsweeney for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship.  The same Custom Cup Championship that I held for over a year.  But despite being sneak attacked by that hideous Renfield, despite injuring my arm and despite getting drenched in blood, I came this close – this close, to winning the title.

But what stopped me?  McSweeney.  In the closing seconds of the match McSweeney decided to punch me with a closed fist.  Brock, you go on about proving yourself, about fighting for honour.  But two weeks ago you showed your true colours by breaking your own rules.  And I promise you, this isn’t over.

Now I know complaining about it won’t do any good, so instead I’m going to ask nicely for one last chance at the Custom Cup Championship -

Before Rhysus can finish, the lights switch off, plunging the arena into darkness.  Rob Zombie’s “Lords of Salem” plays, and rising up from the stage, mic in hand, is the Night’s Dark Master, Carstein.

Phoenix: Ever since Revival, this man has been playing with Rhys’ mind, distracting him and causing him to lose matches.  With the mood Rhys is in, it might not be wise to come out here right now.

The lights come on, and Carstein smiles as he looks down at Rhysus from the stage.  Rhysus, meanwhile, doesn’t look impressed at all.

Carstein: Rhys, I have to admit to being quite hurt.  All this talk about how Brock McSweeney screwed you out of winning two weeks ago.  Aren’t you forgetting someone?  Brock didn’t screw you Rhys.  I did.  Once again, I’ve robbed you of your victory.  You stand there saying how you fought through everything and would have won if McSweeney didn’t cheat.  But let’s face it Rhys, it was only a matter of time until you lost.  It wasn’t McSweeney’s fists that beat you Rhys, it were Renfield’s.  It was your blood bath.  Just like Revival, just like your first match on Storm Front a month ago, I caused you to lose.

The crowd don’t like the thought of their favourite losing like that, and start to boo.

Carstein: Listen to them Rhys, listen to your fans.  They hate me!  They want to see you beat me up.

They like that one, and cheer!

Carstein: See!  They want to see you pummel me, and destroy me.  They want to see your fists smash into my face.  So c’mon!  Give them what they want!  Come and destroy me! 

Carstein spreads his arms out, inviting Rhys to come after him.  Instead, the Bruiser remains in the ring, looking exasperated.

Rhysus: Look, Carstein, I don’t know what you’re beef is with me.  You’ve been screwing around with me for weeks, and I’ve got no idea why.  Is it because I eliminated you from the battle royal at Revival?  If so, you need to grow up Carstein, and stop throwing your toys out of the pram.

And as for your match?  No, I won’t give you your match.  You want to get beaten up so badly, go ask someone else.  Maybe Microconcussion can do us all a favour and give you a concussion.  Meanwhile, I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

Some boos are heard from the crowd, and Carstein just shrugs.

Carstein: Alright, fine. 

Rhys looks a bit suspicious.

Rhysus: What is that it?  Just like that?  No threats to put a curse on me or steal my soul?

Carstein gives a sarcastic smile to Rhys’ remarks.

Carstein: Yep, just like that.  I respect your decision Rhys.  But will everyone else?

Rhysus: What do you mean?

Carstein: Not everyone will respect your decision to not have a match with me.  People want to see you destroy me, so they won’t be happy that you won’t.  You just heard those boos that greeted your decision.  That’s just the start of it.

Rhysus: The start of what?

Carstein: Of the world turning its back on you.  They want a hero, a man they can look up to who inspire them.  A man they can depend on, a man they know will save them when the going gets tough.  But instead of being that hero, instead of being a white knight, you’re being yellow.  You’re showing cowardice.

Your decision will affect those around you.  Your fans will become disillusioned with you, and turn away.  They will find a new hero.  But it’s your family that’ll suffer and give you grief.

What about little Serena?  Your daughter’s five years old, starting school.  She has a mind of her own now, and can tell the difference between right and wrong.  At five years old, she understands that bad people must be punished.  When she watches the T.V. she can tell that a bad man has been attacking her daddy.  And she’ll want her daddy to beat up that bad man and punish him, doing right.  But instead, she’ll see that her daddy’s a weakling.  Instead of being the hero and standing up for what’s right, she sees him running away.  She’ll lose faith in her daddy, and all her respect for him.  She might start to look elsewhere for a father figure.  Or she might even lose her faith in men altogether, seeing you in every man she sees for the rest of her life.

Rhysus, not quite sure he can believe what he’s hearing, shakes his head.

Rhysus: What are you on about?

Carstein: Not quite getting it?  Then how about Ella?  When she first met you she thought her dreams had come true.  She thought she had found her white knight, her hero who’ll sweep her off her feet.  She always thought she’d be safe having a wrestler as a boyfriend.  But now she’ll realise she’s wrong.  She hasn’t got her white knight, and you won’t protect her.  She won’t trust you, and won’t feel safe around you.  She’ll realise she’s only got half a man, one that flees rather than fights. 

Rhysus: You better shut your mouth Carstein, I swear.

Carstein: And let’s not forget about your little brother Rhys!  I hear he’s making a name for himself in the indies.  He’s become quite a sensation on the internet.  YouTube videos of his matches are quite a hit, and there’s even a Twitter campaign to get him a 4CW contract.  But nevertheless, he’s still only an indie wrestler.  He has to wrestle every match he can, otherwise he won’t get paid and his name won’t spread.  Which means he has to accept every challenge made.  His reputation and livelihood depend on it.  Then he’ll look at his big shot brother, and see nothing more than a joke.  A joke who can’t accept a simple challenge.  A joke he won’t want to be associated with.  He’ll disown you, Rhys, and claim he has no brother for his brother wouldn’t back down.

Let’s face it Rhys, you won’t face me because you fear me.  I respect that, but your friends and your family might not.  I can accept that you’re a coward, but can you?  Can you live knowing that you’re afraid of me, knowing that that fear will push away everyone you love and care for?

Rhysus closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath.

Rhysus: I am not a coward.  But I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work on me.  I’ve made my decision.  So you know what?  Do your worst.  Do your absolute worst, because it won’t work.  You’re not getting your match with me, not now not ever.  You can name drop anyone you want -

Carstein: In that case, why don’t we talk about Cai?

The colour drains from Rhys’ face as he slowly shakes his head.

Rhysus: Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare.

Carstein: Touched a nerve have I?

Rhysus: I mean it you son of a bitch.

Carstein: Your best friend growing up –

Rhysus: Shut up!

Carstein: - who was practically your brother –

Rhysus: SHUT UP!

Carstein: - and you showed cowardice that one fateful night –

Rhysus throws his microphone up towards Carstein, which falls short, crashing on the rampway.

Carstein: So now who’s throwing their toys?

Carstein’s mocking getting to him, Rhysus climbs out of the ring and runs into the crowd, trying to get as far away as possible from Carstein and out of the spot light.  Laughing, Carstein looks directly into the camera.

Carstein: I hope you’re watching this Serena, because this is a sight you’ll have to get used to.  Watching daddy run away from the bad man like the coward he is.

By now Rhysus has vanished out of sight, and Carstein looks out over the crowd.

Carstein: Run away Rhysus!  Run away and show the world that your true colour is yellow.  Show everyone the real Rhysus Cain!

The Lord of the Night, showing smug satisfaction, drops his microphone to a chorus of boos.  “Lords of Salem” plays and he heads to the back

Phoenix: Wow, I've never seen Rhysus react like this.  He's never run away from a fight, and I think this just shows the effect of the mind games Carstein has been playing over the last two months.

Jeffery: Genius from Carstein.  This is exactly why he's my favourite wrestler!

Phoenix:  I thought Kensai and Belly were your favourite wrestlers?

Jeffery: I can have more than one favourite...

The 4CWtron pops back into life and reveals a long table set up against the white wall and is covered with a cheap white table cloth. On the table sits a set up of little snacks and beverages. Everything from powerbars, fruits, and protein supplements to water, coffee, and other cold beverages. A couple of backstage crew members walk by and fill up on their pleasure before moving along. 4CW Superstar J.J. Blaze enters the camera wearing his wrestling gear and a random black shirt with a logo on the front that cannot be seen. He stands over the table looking for his delight. He grabs a white Styrofoam cup and starts filling up some freshly brewed coffee. Then to his right enters Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine wearing his wrestling trunks and the brand new 4CW Gallow’s End T-Shirt. He walks behind and past Blaze to reach the far side of the table. The two wrestlers each make a grunting noise to form some kind of greeting between them. Valentine double takes the logo on Blaze’s shirt before grabbing a protein bar. Blaze walks towards his left with his coffee as Valentine simultaneously walks towards his right looking down trying to open his treat. The two men bump into each other as Blaze’s hot coffee goes all over Valentine. Jack Valentine stares down Blaze, as Blaze becomes apologetic.

Blaze: Olp! Sorry champ I hope that coffee didn’t burn you.

Valentine immediately grabs the smaller man by his shirt and pulls him closer as Blaze gets angry.

Blaze: What the hell man you bumped into me!

Valentine: Where did you get that shirt?

Blaze: The big man! Get you God damn hands off me!

Valentine releases Blaze and he takes a step back revealing that he is wearing a 4CW “New Redemption” shirt.

Blaze: Nobody touches me like that! And over spilled coffee….

Valentine: Forget about the fucking coffee. Who did you say gave you that shirt?

Blaze: What?

Valentine: You heard me you undead fuck. Where the hell did you get that shirt!?

Blaze: Who the hell do you think are you? Just because you’re some sort of “dog” doesn’t mean you get to bark out orders?

Valentine doesn’t bother adding any more commentating and just grabs Blaze back the back of his head and tosses him right into the food and beverage table sending drinks and snacks everywhere. Blaze is kick to recover and the two men engage in a brawl throwing lefts and rights at one another. Several backstage crew members try to break it up, but to no avail. It isn’t until several security guards show up and manage to separate the two, pulling Valentine off of Blaze. Just then Hugh Knowles, after being alerted, enters the scene looking annoyed.

Knowles: Alright we don’t have time for this crap! You wanna settle this? Settle it right now in the ring. Move!

Valentine immediately marches past everyone even knocking shoulders with few security guards as he heads towards the entrance to the stage. He emerges for all to see and they cheer, but it isn’t for long as J.J. Blaze soon appears and the brawl between the two initiates again. The two individuals battle their way down the entrance ramp and to the bottom near the ring. Blaze forearms Valentine in the face two straight times and then irish whips him towards the steel steps, but Valentine keeps hold of his assailant’s wrist and instead whips Blaze right into the steel steps, which he eats the steel with his back first. A random 4CW official comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring, waiting to single for the bell. Valentine grabs Blaze by the head with both hands. He pulls his head back and brings it right back down on the steel steps. Then Valentine grabs the back of his wrestling trunks and forcefully throws him at the closest guardrail, which he again eats back first, as the crowd pops.

Phoenix: And apparently we’re going to have an impromptu match right here right now!

Jeffery: What told you that? What Knowles said? Or the official in the ring waiting?

Valentine gets Blaze up again and tosses him head first into the ring, following behind. Once both men enter the ring, the official signals for the bell and the match to start.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Mad Dog wastes no time in stomping down on his opponent with his right foot, connecting with the back and right arm. Blaze tries to cover up and regroup, but Valentine stays on him. He straddles Blaze and starts hammering away with punches and then grabs the “New Redemption” shirt by the collar and starts ripping it down the middle and right off of Blaze! Valentine twirls it around his head walking away from Blaze and tosses it into the crowd as they cheer. He turns back around only to be punched in the gut from Blaze. He follows up with a few more shots to the ribs and gets to his feet. He now directs his punches to the jaw of Valentine and forces him back against the ropes, then grabs his arm, and whips him across the ring to the adjacent ropes. Valentine returns and Blaze leaps into the air and lands a dropkick to the face of his opponent dropping him to the mat.  Blaze springs to his feet as Valentine rest now on his knee glaring up at Blaze.

Phoenix: I think Valentine underestimated J.J. Blaze and he just took a big kick to the face for it.

Jeffery: Yeah but look what he did to his shirt! That was a great shirt, what a dick.

The two competitors lock up in the middle of the ring and fight for the advantage. Blaze slips behind Valentine, but immediately eats an elbow to the face. Valentine turns and grabs his arm and proceeds to whip him right into the closest turnbuckle and then he quickly follows up with a clothesline into the turnbuckle. Valentine then pushes the head of Blaze back exposing his chest and then pulls his right arm back and slap chops the chest of Blaze. A smack noise echoes throughout the arena as the crowd reactions as if they felt it and Blaze leans forward in pain. Valentine sets him up for another and connects again for the same result, only this time little blood spots begin to form on Blaze’s chest. Valentine sets him up one more time and really steps into this final chest chop as it nearly takes Blaze off his feet and he falls to the ground. Valentine even shakes his right arm as the recoil was a bit much. Mad Dog gets Blaze to his feet but he’s leaning forward still holding his chest. Valentine grabs him by the back of his wrestling trunks and the back of his head and forcefully throws him back at the turnbuckle, but face first. Blaze flies through the turnbuckle and slams his right shoulder on the steel post and it makes a pop noise. Blaze slowly stumbles back out and turns towards Valentine who scoops him right up and slams him back down for a Bodyslam. The crowd is getting behind Valentine as he is really starting to heat up and he heads to the corner and climbs to the top.

Jeffery: Hate to say it, but Blaze just took quite the beating there.

Phoenix: Valentine is relentless tonight! He looks unstoppable!

Valentine lines up his prey and turns away so he has his back to him. He yells something out to the crowd and then back flips off the top rope and flips through the air for a big time Moonsault! He slams down hard, but no one’s home! Blaze had moved out of the way and Valentine slammed into the canvas! Blaze crawls over to the ropes and starts to pull himself up as Valentine holds his stomach in agony. Blaze stands and rest against the ropes as Valentine is now slowly starting to get to his feet. He gets to his knees before Blaze takes off towards him, grabs his head, and slams his face into the mat! Valentine’s head pops back up showing signs of hurt only to fall back down as Blaze gets a second wind. Valentine gets to his feet slowly as Blaze runs the ropes, comes back, and clotheslines Valentine back down to the mat. Mad Dog gets up to his hands and knees as Blaze runs the ropes again. He comes back and forcefully hits a low dropkick, but right into the unsuspecting Valentine! He rolls away to the ropes holding his face. Blaze heads over to the corner and awaits Valentine’s arise.

Phoenix: Look at 4CW’s first and only Zombie stalking his prey!

Jeffery: You know Scott; I’d have to say that Blaze is probably more of the “Dawn of the Dead” variety of zombie and not so much that of the “Walking Dead”.

Phoenix: He’s not the best damn color commentator in the business for nothing folks!

Jack Valentine crawls over to the closest turnbuckle and pulls himself up. He stands facing away from Blaze and touches near his left eye, looking for signs of blood. Once he decides he’s fine, he turns back around only to see J.J. Blaze running full speed right at him! Blaze lunges for his target, but Valentine quickly sidesteps the man and Blaze’s face and body eat the turnbuckle at full speed! Blaze stumbles backwards in a dazed state, only to have Valentine take Blaze’s own left arm and wraps it around his own neck, while Valentine places his own left hand in between Blaze’s arm and head for the Euthanasia Lock, shades of the Million Dollar Dream! J.J. Blaze throws his free arm out in agony and reaches for the ropes! It’s no use as Valentine backs both of them up into the middle of thing and then starts thrashing Blaze’s body left and right. The official steps in and asks if Blaze wants to tap and after only a few seconds the official turns and signals for the bell. And Valentine lets a nearly lifeless body fall to the mat.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Phoenix: And Valentine wins again!

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and Valentine raises an arm in victory as Blaze holds his throat and head, still out of it. Valentine doesn’t hang around and just rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp sporting and angry annoyed look.

Phoenix: Well that was a nice surprise match we were given. Right Ray?

Jeffery: Ugh. Every time I see Valentine isn’t on the card and I think I’m getting a break from the man, he finds a way to ruin my mini vacation. All over a stupid shirt.

Phoenix: Well at least it wasn’t over spilled coffee.

Jeffrey: Not over spilled coffee, but someone gave 4CW's zombie that t-shirt

Phoenix: All we know is it was a bigger guy, I think we know who he was referring to Ray

Jeffrey: Most people in 4CW are bigger than JJ Blaze Scott, it could have been anyone

Just as Jack Valentine reaches the top of the ramp, still with the annoyed look on his face, the lights in the arena briefly go to black before the entrance way and ramp is lit up by a blue glow and through the PA System 'By Myself' begins to play and the 4CWtron is playing the entrance video for Chris 'Belly' Marks.  Jack Valentine stops in his tracks and draws back his fist, standing in a fighting stance, waiting for Belly to appear through the entranceway.

Phoenix: It's Belly.. What is he doing here

Jeffrey:   Valentine took a cheap shot on Belly last week Scott and now it's payback time

Phoenix: He was kicked out of the arena before the show began, he shouldn't even be here

Jack Valentine is staring at the entrance way waiting for Belly to arrive, but as the fans make noise, getting louder and louder, Jack Valentine begins to look over his shoulder, cautious of what he himself had done on the previous Storm Front by attacking Belly from behind.  Valentine doesn't look in the same direction for more than a few seconds before turning around, looking in all directions

Phoenix: Where is he?

The music all of a sudden stops and the lights return to the bright white arena lighting leaving Jack Valentine standing on the entrance ramp a little confused, but still looking behind him, and then turning around, still not relaxing even though the lights have returned to normal

Jeffrey:   Look at Valentine, Belly has him paranoid..

Phoenix: Belly is definitely starting the mind games with Jack Valentine

Jeffrey: Those mind games began before the show started Scott

Phoenix: Oh so you admit that it was Belly who gave Blaze the t-shirt

Jeffrey:   I never said that Scott, I just said Belly has already begun the mind games and it will only get worse from here

Phoenix: I fear you are right Ray

Jeffrey: Aren't I always

Jack Valentine still has the annoyed look on his face, but there is a hint of paranoia starting to show through as he cautiously walks to the top of the ramp and disappears through the curtain as the 4CWtron flickers back to life to the show the backstage area. We find the “the Law” Carlos Murphy backstage in his locker room warming up for his grudge match with “Main Event” Mike Nichols later in the evening. Murphy is stretching side to side when his phone begins to ring. Murphy reaches down a grabs the phone off the bench in which it was sitting and answers the call.

Carlos Murphy: Good so everything is in place? ......................................................... Good, good now just make sure everything goes to plan. I don’t want anything going wrong tonight, do you understand? ....................................................... Just make sure you do as instructed and I will take care of the rest.

Murphy then hangs up and places the phone back down on the bench before returning to his stretching.  After a few seconds Murphy is interrupted by a knock at his dressing room door.  Murphy ignores the knocking at the door and keep going along with his warm up. The knocking on the door becomes stronger and a voice is heard from the other side of the door.

Carlos open the door and let me in, we need to talk.

The voice is Jennifer Clarkson, she continues banging on the door demanding to be let in but Murphy doesn’t bat an eyelid.

We need talk Carlos just open the door.

I told you during the week Jen, that I didn’t want to see you until it’s absolutely necessary. Which as I’m sure you can tell isn’t now.

Murphy’s voice sounded somewhat cold as he then stops his warm up  and pulls out a gym bag from under the bench. He unzips the bag and pulls out a pair of large headphones and an iPod. Murphy slips the headphones over his head and hits play on the iPod drowning out the banging from Clarkson.

You just be there when you’re needed and I will the rest. For now just leave me the fuck alone.

The 4CWtron fade out, taking the audience straight to Sarah Loveless in the ring.

Sarah Loveless: The following contest is a 4CW World Championship Tournament First Round Match!

"Is God Dead?" by Black Sabbath hits the PA system and out comes The Saint!

Loveless: Introducing first, residing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing 300lbs, The Saint!

The 300lber makes his way down to the ring, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Phoenix: Here comes The Saint! The 300lber will be looking for a win here to advance to the next round of this tournament! But his opponent is none other than Rhysus!

Jeffrey: Well, that's a good thing for Saint right? Rhysus ran scared from Carstein earlier!

The Saint enters the ring, feeling confident about his match tonight.

Phoenix:How can you say that? Rhysus isn't scared of Carstein! He doesn't want to waste his time with Carstein when he has an opportunity to be World Champion! But Carstein decided to make things personal!

"The Turning Point" by Killswitch Engage hits the PA system and out comes Rhysus. The crowd greet him kindly, and despite what Carstein said earlier, he still gets a solid positive reaction from the crowd. He looks pissed off, and makes his way directly to the ring, wasting no time by pandering to the crowd at all.

Loveless: And his opponent, residing from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "The Bruiser" Rhysus!

Phoenix: As I was saying, earlier tonight, Carstein mentioned Rhysus' long-term partner, their daughter, his brother... and if that wasn't bad enough, he mentioned someone called "Cai" who we don't know a lot about but it obviously meant something to Rhysus as that was all it took for him to leave the ring. And all this was Carstein's way of trying to get Rhysus to fight him.

Jeffrey: Blah, blah... Carstein mention his family, his old friends, yada yada - isn't that enough for Rhysus to go ahead and beat the crap out of Carstein? But no, he didn't, because he's scared.

Phoenix: He didn't fight Carstein because he wants to do well in this tournament, and he doesn't need any distractions - something I'm sure he'll prove tonight!

As Rhysus gets into the ring, The Saint decides he wants to get the match underway immediately and comes at Rhysus, clubbing him in the back several times as Rhysus tries to cover up to protect himself. He stumbles away from Saint, and the big man stalks him, continuing the strikes until Rhysus is stuck in the corner holding his arms up for protection. Then, Rhysus blocks a shot, and replies with a HUGE uppercut, straight to The Saint's chin, which sends him flying backwards.

Rhysus scowls, looking pissed and looking like he's at tipping point, and he runs at Saint, taking him down with a Lou Thesz Press and pounding the punches, over and over and over, without stopping, lefts after rights until the referee decides that if Rhysus doesn't get off The Saint, he will be disqualified, at which point Rhysus stands up, holding his hands in the air to show the referee he's stopped.

Phoenix: Rhysus taking the opportunity to unleash his vented anger!

Rhysus picks up The Saint, and sends him to the ropes. Saint comes back and Rhysus goes for a clothesline, but Saint ducks it, turns and clubs Rhysus from behind. With Rhysus now down, he picks up Rhysus and sends him to the corner, before unleashing his own flurry of punches, over and over in the gut area. Saint goes to the ropes for momentum, and Rhysus stumbles out of the corner and Saint takes him out with a High Knee! And the pin!

1...

2... but NO! The Bruiser kicks out!

Phoenix: It's gonna take a lot more than that to put down The Bruiser!

Jeffrey: He's such a midget I'm surprised the high knee didn't go over his head!

With Rhysus down, The Saint runs to the ropes and comes back with a Leg Drop - but no, Rhysus rolls out of the way! Rhysus makes his way to his feet, shaking the cobwebs after that high knee, and turns to get back into the fight, but Saint is giving him no opportunity to take advantage and gets straight back on the offense, lifting Rhysus up and hitting a nice Suplex. He gets Rhysus up again, who fights back with a right hand, but The Saint gets Rhysus in a headlock and with the referee's vision obstructed, rakes the eyes!

Phoenix: The Saint living up to his name!

Jeffrey: Was that your attempt at sarcasm?

Rhysus stumbles backwards holding his face and the referee goes to investigate and while that is going on, The Saint rips off the turnbuckle cover and throws it out of the ring, before moving away from it as to stop the ref from suspecting anything. The Saint decides to pick up Rhysus and continue his offence, hitting a neckbreaker perfectly and going for the pin!

1...

2...NO! Another kickout from Rhysus!

The Saint decides to up the ante and picks Rhysus up, using all of his strength to whip Rhysus into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. Rhysus gets to the buckle and puts his arms on the ropes to stop his momentum, The Saint runs after him, and Rhysus turns, grabs his head and slams his face into the exposed buckle! The Bruiser has already moved out of corner when Saint stumbles around and he falls right into position for a Side Effect! Rhysus hooks the leg!

1...

2... but The Saint powers out!

Phoenix: Things are getting intense! Neither man can put the other away here!

The Saint remarkably makes his way to his feet quite quickly considering, but Rhysus is on hand. He grabs The Saint by his throat, and uses remarkable strength to lift the 80lbs heavier guy, taking out The Saint with a Chokeslam into the exposed turnbuckle!

Phoenix:Look at that! Rhysus hits The Turnbuckle Burner!

Jeffrey: Into an exposed turnbuckle!

Phoenix: It was The Saint who exposed it! Rhysus with the cover!!

1...

2.. Kickout

Phoenix: Rhysus very close to winning there

Rhysus punches the canvas, as the Saint slowly makes his way back to his feet and starts complaining to the referee about the exposed turnbuckle.  Rhysus is back to his feet and, spotting the Saint facing the turnbuckle, launches himself into a dropkick, connecting with the Saint's back and sending his face first into the exposed metal.  Saint, dazed, falls to the canvas and rolls out of the ring.  Shouting at the referee 'Not again!  You wont cheat me again' as he walks away from the ring and up the ramp.

Jeffery:  Saint worried again that these cheating ref's are going to cost him a win.

Phoenix: But this referee has been straight down the line, and it was Saint that uncovered the turnbuckle anyway!  What's he got to be unhappy about?

In the ring, the referee is counting, but Saint keeps walking and soon disappears through the curtain at the top of the ramp.

...8

...9

...10!!!

Loveless: Here is your winner, The Bruiser, Rhysus!!

Rhysus moves over to the turnbuckle, climbing up and celebrating with the crowd, who are happy to cheer their hero, despite Carstein's words earlier tonight.

Phoenix: All the frustration mounted from his confrontation with Carstein earlier tonight has been unleashed on The Saint! Rhysus progresses in the 4CW World Championship Tournament! What a victory!

Jeffery: If Saint hadn't walked out because of bias refereeing then he would have taken Rhysus out.  I can tell he was building, but had too much integrity to stay in the ring.

The 4CWtron pops back into life and opens up to the Skill Set locker room. Dressed in her normal-style little, black dress and matching black heels, Courtney Frost is sitting on the bench, legs crossed, anxiously waiting. She hears a noise outside and gets ready to stand up, but it was ‘nothing.’ She hears another and again gets ready to react, but it is, again, ‘nothing.’ Finally, silently, the door to the locker room opens up to see Warric Wells walking into the room, still in his wrestling gear, and a large bandage on the back of his head. The bandage covered the gash in his head caused by Rog Roddick’s attack on Paladin. Frost’s eyes light up for a moment seeing Paladin.

Paladin walks past Courtney Frost without a word as he reaches a locker and grabs his bag. Paladin finally turns to Frost.

Paladin, emotionlessly: Gonna need some privacy. I have to change so that I can get out of here.

Frost, softly: Warric...

Paladin, quite abruptly: I’m not in the mood for talking, Courtney.

Frost: Listen, Rog...

Paladin cut her off, obviously angry: ROG!?!?! The guy who just ATTACKED ME with a TENNIS RACKET!?!!? I’m not talking about this with you. He’s your guy. I get that. But that’s not going to stop me from tearing his HEAD OFF.

And where’s Jin? I’m going to ‘DESTROY’ HIM as well. I TOLD him stay out of my business. If he hadn’t attacked Sery, ROG... YOUR GUY... wouldn’t have been able to... you know what. I’m not talking about this with you. You just tell Kensai to STAY AWAY from me.

Give Rog a kiss goodbye, cuz, I’m coming for him, and you don’t want ME coming for you.

Frost, trying to diffuse the situation: Rog was wrong. He’s jealous. But...

Paladin can’t even look at her as he grabs his bag: ...but, you’re sticking by him. You’ve obviously chosen your side.

Frost: I did... I said he was WRONG... and I’m trying not to TAKE sides... a lot like someone ELSE that I know in the same situation.

Paladin: Are you serious? You’re with Kensai. You’re with Rog... basically, you’re on whatever side is OPPOSITE... ME!

Frost: And you’re with HER.

Paladin cuts her off: NO... I’m NOT.

Frost’s eyes widened at the realization of what Paladin just said: What?

Paladin: We’re not TALKING about that right now. We’re talking about ME... crippling your guy.

Frost interrupts Paladin: He’s not my ‘guy.’ It’s been a few... weird... dates... And he’s OBVIOUSLY... WAY too possessive for my tastes. I’m letting you two work it out. I’m not getting involved.

Paladin: Well... you ARE involved. And if you’re not by my SIDE... you’re IN... MY... WAY.

Frost, angered a bit: What the hell do you mean by that?

Paladin, immediately realizing that he was ‘losing it’ on the wrong person, tried to backtrack a bit: Kensai got involved in my first match. Rog got involved in my second. I’m not making excuses, but I’m brand SPANKIN’ NEW to this business. I’m facing guys that have been doing this for YEARS. These guys are incredibly talented. I’m not afraid to lose some matches. You learn more about someone in DEFEAT than you ever learn about him or her in victory. I just need a chance to WIN OR LOSE on my own.

Kensai, Rog... these are the kind of people that I’m trying NOT to be... but it’s difficult. I’m trying to be a good guy. My dad... for a time, he was one of the most HATED guys to ever wrestle in Japan. He did bad things... a lot of bad things. He raised me to be a bad, bad dude. It’s in my DNA. I don’t want to BE that guy. I’ve made a conscious decision to NOT... be that guy.

I wanted... to be a role model. I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. I don’t steal. I don’t swear. I don’t abuse women. I do EVERYTHING RIGHT. I wanted to show the world a young, BLACK athlete who wasn’t on drugs, or steroids or whatever. One who didn’t have seven babies with seven women. I wanted to show young black kids, like my niece, that there are people who you could look up to that didn’t fall into the pitfalls of the dumb, angry, black athlete stereotype.

After my ‘glorious’ start in 4CW, I don’t KNOW what I want anymore.

Frost, taken aback: Warric...

Paladin, fuming: I’m not the kind of guy to look to beat someone up out of anger... anymore... but right now, when I see Rog... don’t be there. You don’t want to see what I’m gonna do. This... NICE... thing. I gave it a try. It didn’t work. I’m DONE being nice. I’m DONE being taken advantage of. I’m DONE just sitting there and ‘taking it’ like a chump. When you see Rog... tell him, I’m coming for him. When you see Jin, tell him that there aren’t going to BE any more sparring sessions. I’m DONE with Jin. I’m DONE with the SKILL SET.

Frost looks at Warric, in shock: Are you done... with... me?

Paladin can only look at her, without an answer. He just throws his bag over his shoulder and walks out of the room.

The 4CWtron fades out taking the audience back to the announcers table.

Scott Phoenix: Now it’s time for our next match up. Which sees Kurtis Raymond take on the Custom Champion Brock McSweeney in the in the Heavyweight Tournament match.

Kurtis Raymond’s music comes over the P.A system and he makes his way out from backstage to the cheers of his fans as he makes his way down to the ring.

Sarah Loveless: This next match part of the heavyweight tournament and is set for one fall. Now making his way to the ring, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 235 pounds, Kurtis Raymond!

Ray Jeffrey: Raymond hasn’t really shown much since his return so this one should just be a mere formality.

Scott Phoenix: He pushed your boy Murphy all the way last week and is a great wrestler I wouldn’t count him out Ray.

Raymond has now entered the ring and is looking up the ramp as Tico Thrax wheels himself out to no music and stops half way down the ramp. The lights go out and a spot light hits the top of the ramp. Lynyrd Skynyrd, Simple Man hits the speakers as Brock slowly makes his way into the light with his head down and the Custom Cup Championship on his shoulder.

Sarah Loveless: His opponent, being accompanied by Tico Thrax. From somewhere in the Midwest, United States. Weighing in at 273 pounds. He is 4CW Custom Cup Champion. Brock McSweeney!

The lights come back and  McSweeney holds his title above his head as he makes his way towards Thrax. The pair then make their way down towards the ring, the fans voicing their displeasure with the Custom Cup Champion. Thrax takes his place at ringside as Brock hands him his title belt before entering the ring via the ringsteps. He walks right at Raymond and the pair share a few words before the bell rings.

DING DING DING

The two men lock up, both trying to get the upper hand. McSweeney using his size advantage is able to push Raymond back, inching him towards the corner. Wanting to avoid being backed into a corner Raymond hits a swift kick to the calf of McSweeney causing him to break the hold. Raymond then follows up with a short arm clothesline, dropping Brock to the ground. McSweeney get to his feet and Raymond comes at him with another clothesline, McSweeney is able to duck under the charging Raymond and grabs him, hitting him with a powerful sidewalk slam. McSweeney follows up the slam with a cover.

1...

2... Raymond is able to kick out without much trouble.

Brock is to his feet his and he pulls Raymond up by the back of the neck and whips his towards the ropes. On the return McSweeney raises his foot, catching Raymond with a big boot to the chin.

Scott Phoenix: McSweeney is well on top here early.

McSweeney once again pulls Raymond up from the mat and drags him into the corner. Brock rasies his arm and lines it up with the head of Kurtis before driving his forearm into the side of Raymond skull. McSweeney again lines it up but this time Raymond is able to see it coming and duck under, switching positions with the Custom Cup Champion. Raymond quickly goes on the attack with a combo of left punch, right punch, left hook following it up by grabbing McSweeney’s head and driving into his knee twice. The crowd finds it voice getting behind Kurtis Raymond, feeding off the reaction Raymond pulls Brock out of the corner and toward the middle of the ring. Raymond gives McSweeney a quick kick to the mid-section causing him to double over.  Raymond then grabs Brock by the arms and lifts him up hitting a double underhook backbreaker. Raymond gets to his feet and now starts stomping at the back of McSweeney trying to take full advantage. McSweeney cries out in pain with every stomp as Thrax yells out support.

Scott Phoenix: This isn’t good for McSweeney, if he gets an injury here it he might not be able to compete in the second chance match tonight.

Raymond stops his stomping and grabs the legs of McSweeney and attempts to lock in a sharpshooter but before he can do so McSweeney is able to kick back and which pushes Raymond away and into the ropes. Raymond turns around quickly and charges quickly towards the still grounded McSweeney. In Raymond’s hast to not lose his advantage he hasn’t seen that McSweeney has turned around. McSweeney dives forward and chop blocks Raymond, taking his left leg out and causing him to land quite hard. Raymond holds his lower leg and foot in pain.

Ray Jeffrey: That’s the same left leg that Murphy went after last week.

This gives McSweeney time to recover and he makes his way to his feet with the use of the ropes. He then makes his way towards Raymond and pulls him to his feet. Brock sets up Raymond for a vertical suplex but as he tries to left him his back gives out on him a little. He steadies himself and once again tries the suplex. This time he is successful in doing so and he follows up the move with a cover.

1...

2... Raymond is able to kick out before the three count.

McSweeney pulls Raymond to his feet then takes off towards the ropes and comes back a dives into the air atemping to his a Lou Thesz Pez. Raymond sees this coming and is able to respond with a standing dropkick, catching Brock in midair. Raymond then follows up with a cover of his own.

1...

2... Kickout!

Scott Phoenix: McSweeney only just kicked out then! Raymond has a chance to really put his stamp on this match now.

Raymond grabs the wrist of McSweeney and drags him to his feet while putting him in a hammerlock. Raymond pulls tighter on the hold for a few seconds as McSweeney yells in pain and kicks the mat with his feet trying to break free from the hold. Raymond then spins around to the front of McSweeney while still holding his arm and throws him over his head with a hammerlock suplex. Raymond bridges out of the suplex trying to once again get the pinfall.

1...

2.. Kickout!

McSweeney is only just able to kick out this time with Raymond right on top in this match at the moment. Raymond once again drags McSweeney to his feet and sends him towards the ropes. On the return McSweeney is able to duck under the clothesline from Raymond and go on the offensive, grabbing Raymond and placing him in a standing sleeper hold. Raymond tries franticly to fight his way out but the bigger and strong frame of McSweeney doesn’t allow him an escape. The hold now locked in Raymond’s fight starts to fade, Brock squeezes the hold tighter trying to the life out of Raymond body. Right as Raymond is looking like he is about to go to sleep McSweeney shockingly releases the hold. But before Raymond is able to respond he is hit by a stiff elbow to the back of the head which drops him to his knees. McSweeney then pulls Raymond back to his feet and steps him up for the pumphandle slam. McSweeney has no trouble getting Raymond up over his shoulder before driving him hard into the mat and right into the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING

Sarah Loveless: Your winner of this match BROCK McSWEENEY!

As soon as the fall is counted McSweeney rolls out of the ring where he is meet by Tico Thrax who hands him his the Custom Cup belt. McSweeney holds the belt above his head with one hand as the over is holding his back as he makes his way up the ramp and through the curtain. Still in the ring Raymond is lying on his back, as he hits the mat with frustration and how quickly the match swung out of his reach.

Black Sabbath, "Is God Dead" suddenly hits the PA system and The Saint reappears and strides to the ring.

Phoenix: What's he doing back out here?

The Saint rolls into the ring as his music fades out and stares at Kurtis Raymond who has now got to his feet.  The Saint silently stares at the beaten wrestler, who looks back at the bigger man, confusion crossing his face.  After a few seconds Raymond shakes his head and moves away from Saint and towards the ropes.  As soon as Raymond turns his back The Saint lurches forward and locks in The Return to Brigadoon, his version of the Tazmission.  The Saint grips it tightly, choking the air from Raymond.

Phoenix: What the?  Why? 

Jeffery:    haha, love it!  Raymond got beat so Saint is taking out the trash!

Raymond is gasping for air, but Saint doesn't release him, he continues to silently choke the MMA veteran.  Raymond taps, signalling that he quits, but still The Saint holds onto the tazmission.  Several more seconds pass, and Kurtis Raymond's struggles start to deminish.  Several more seconds agonisingly roll by until Raymond is completely limp, and still The Saint holds the Return to Brigadoon.

Several referees have now made their way from the back area and rush into the ring, two of the attempting to release Raymond, the other one trying to revive the MMA wrestler.  Finally The Saint releases the hold and paramedics are immediately into the ring and trying to revive Raymond.  The Saint stands and raises a fist into the air before leaving the ring and walking back up the ramp and out of sight.

Phoenix:  Hopefully Kurtis will be fine after that hold.  He isn't moving in the ring...  We should cut to a break and hopefully come back with some good news...

Phoenix:  Well, before the break The Saint came out and attacked Kurtis Raymond without giving any reason.  We can tell you that Kurtis is now breathing again, although the paramedics did struggle to get him breathing again.  He's been taken to the local hospital and we wish him a speedy recovery.

Jeffery:  Well, that's enough about a looser like Raymond, let's get on with the show with my favourite wrestler, Carlos Murphy taking on Mike Nichols!

Phoenix: Another favourite wrestler Ray?

Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit begins to blast over the loudspeaker and the unmistakable entrance music brings out “Main Event” Mike Nichols on to the stage. Nichols stands for a second to soak it all in but all of the sudden he is attacked from behind.

Phoenix: There’s Carlos Murphy!!!

Nichols tumbles down the entrance ramp and Murphy follows up with a hard kick to the ribs and Nichols rolls to the bottom of the ring apron.

Jeffrey: That’s what happens when you try to drink another man’s Kool-Aid.

Murphy lifts Nichols off the ground and Nichols rakes his eyes and then rolls him into the ring. Nichols follows and the bell rings to officially start this match.

Jeffrey: What a cheap shot by Nichols!

Murphy is up quickly and both men meet in the middle of the ring and their hatred for each other boils over with both men unloading on each other with lefts and rights.

Phoenix: This isn’t a match. This is a fight!

Nichols hits a hard left and gains the advantage. He hits another left and Murphy falls back into the corner. Nichols slams his shoulder into the midsection of Murphy over and over before the referee pulls him back. The ref checks on Murphy but The Law just waves him off. Nichols picks Murphy up and whips him into the opposite corner. He charges and lands a huge corner clothesline. Murphy falls into a heap on the mat. Nichols turns to hype up the crowd which responds by cheering loudly for the Grand Slam Winner.

Phoenix: I don’t know if it was a good move on Murphy’s part to attack Nichols from behind. It looks like it just pissed him off.

Nichols again picks Murphy off the mat and again whips him into the opposite corner. He charges again but this time Murphy dodges the attack and Nichols runs chest first into the turnbuckle. Murphy runs off the ropes as Nichols stumbles backwards from the corner. Murphy hits Nichols in the back with a running dropkick that takes Nichols off his feet and leaves him face first on the mat. As Murphy goes to follow up, he looks to ringside.

Phoenix: Murphy looks to be trying to find the woman who caused all of this, Jennifer Clarkson, but is nowhere to be found.

Jeffrey: Really? Mike Nichols being a creep is the cause of all this. He can’t just hit on another man’s woman and expect nothing to happen. Jennifer is a sweetheart and she hasn’t done anything to cause this.

Murphy picks Nichols up and drops him back down with a snap suplex. Nichols grabs his lower back as Murphy pops back up and stomps away at Nichols back. He lifts Nichols up and whips him into the corner. Murphy walks to his opponent and hits a huge chop to his chest. He follows up with another and another.

Phoenix: Murphy is lighting Nichols up in the corner.

Jeffrey: I hope Nichols likes it rough otherwise he has got to be in some serious pain right now. Look at those welts.

Murphy hits a snap mare out of the corner and Nichols flips to the mat in the middle of the ring. Murphy goes outside and climbs up to the top rope. He is waiting for Nichols to stand up. As he rises from the mat, Murphy launches himself into Nichols and he connects with a missile dropkick to Nichols’ chest. Murphy covers and the ref drops for the count.

1.

2..

Kick out!

Phoenix: Murphy gets the two count but it’s not enough to keep the former World Champ down.

Murphy picks Nichols up once again and Nichols quickly grabs him for the Push Killer but Murphy elbows out and hits a quick Russian Leg Sweep.

Jeffrey: Nichols is being dominated.

Phoenix: Murphy is firmly in control and it doesn’t look good for Nichols.

Nichols rolls to all fours and Murphy circles him. As Nichols reaches his feet, Murphy jumps on his back and locks a sleeper hold on but Nichols runs backwards into the corner to break the hold. He succeeds and as Nichols stumbles away from the corner Murphy nails him in the back of the ankle with a low chop blow. Nichols hits the mat and grabs his ankle in pain.

Phoenix: There it is! Murphy attacks the injured ankle of Nichols.

Jeffrey: It’s about time. I was wondering when he was going to take advantage of the obvious injury.

Murphy’s mouth curls up into a sinister smile before he walks over to Nichols and grabs the ankle and twists it into an angle it is not supposed to go. He tightens up the ankle lock and Nichols screams out in pain.

Phoenix: Lock of the Law!!

Jeffrey: It’s over!

Nichols reaches for the ropes but Murphy pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Nichols turns to his stomach and uses his free foot to kick Murphy off his ankle and back into the ropes. Murphy rebound and Nichols rolls him up into a small package pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Phoenix: Murphy just gets out at two. Nichols surprised him with the small package but his leg was damaged too much to hold him down.

Jeffrey: Too little too late, Scotty. Mike Nichols has taken too much punishment. He can’t come back.

Both men get to their feet and meet in the center of the ring. They start trading punches again and Murphy goes to kick the ankle but Nichols lifts his foot off the ground and Murphy misses. The momentum causes him to spin around and Nichols whips him to the corner but he gets reversed and Nichols ends up in the corner. Murphy charges and jumps for a stinger splash but Nichols steps out and catches him in mid air. Nichols snaps Murphy over his head with a belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckle. The crowd pops at the change in momentum.

Phoenix: What a move from Nichols. Murphy is down.

Jeffrey: Someone check on Carlos. His neck could be broken.

Nichols uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet and he grabs Murphy by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Nichols walks Murphy to the middle of the ring and runs into the ropes. Nichols rebounds and nails Murphy with a big running boot to the face. Murphy goes down but Nichols pulls him back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Nichols goes for the clothesline but Murphy ducks under and hits the opposite ropes. He rebounds off and runs right into a Double A Spinebuster from Nichols.

Jeffrey: This can’t be happening! Come on Carlos!!

Phoenix: Nichols is coming on strong. Can he finish The Law?

Nichols stands up and lets out a big scream and the crowd responds. Nichols drops into a ready stance waiting for Murphy to rise.

Phoenix: Nichols is waiting for the Push Killer!

Jeffrey: Carlos, don’t get up!!

Murphy stands and turns right into Nichols who locks Murphy into position for his finishing move. He looks out at the crowd but all of the sudden the lights go out in the arena and it’s pitch black. Flashbulbs pop all throughout the crowd but nothing in the ring can be seen.

Phoenix: What is going on??

The lights come back on and the referee is down in the corner and both Nichols and Murphy are handcuffed in the middle of the ring.

Jeffrey: It’s L-A-C!

Phoenix: Just like The Rockstars last week both Nichols and Murphy are down and handcuffed.

Jeffrey: What’s she doing here??

Jennifer Clarkson runs down and gets into the ring. Nichols and Murphy both look to her. She looks at them both and reaches into her pocket and pulls out a key. Nichols’ eye widen and Murphy smiles and begins to laugh as his girlfriend helps to his feet.

Phoenix: Is Murphy behind the L-A-C?

Jeffrey: He’s gotta be! His girl has the handcuff key!! Oh, this is great!!!

Phoenix: Not for Nichols. He’s handcuffed and helpless with Murphy about to be let free.

Murphy reaches his feet and he continues to laugh as he turns around for Clarkson to unlock his cuffs. She grabs a hold of the cuffs and begins to unlock them but she stops and drops to her knees and nails Murphy between the legs with a low blow. The crowd is in shock.

Jeffrey: What the hell is she doing? She just low blowed her boyfriend!

Phoenix: Is she with Nichols??

Murphy drops to his knees and falls over as Clarkson rushes over to Nichols and unlocks his cuffs. Nichols, surprised as the rest of the crowd looks at her and she wraps her arms around him and plants a kiss on him. Nichols returns the favor and kisses her back. They break away from each other and both smile at each other and she points to Murphy. She hands the key to Nichols and then she tries to revive the referee.

Phoenix: She is! She is with Nichols! She turned on Murphy!

Jeffrey: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! This cannot be happening!!

Nichols unlocks the cuffs on Murphy and pulls him to his feet and quickly plants him in the center of the ring with a huge Rock Bottom.

Phoenix: Push Killer!!

Clarkson revives the ref and pushes him towards the two wrestlers and she stands in the corner. The ref shakes off the cobwebs and sees Nichols pinning Murphy and he starts his count.

1...

2...

Jeffrey: No! No!! No!!

3!!!

Loveless: Here is your winner, “Main Event” Mike Nichols!!!!

Nichols gets his hand raised in victory as Jennifer Clarkson wraps her arms around him. They embrace in the middle of the ring and Clarkson raises Nichols’ hand again to solidify her allegiance to him.

Phoenix: Nichols has won not only the match but he has also won Murphy’s girlfriend.

Jeffrey: That bitch just made the worst mistake of her life!

Phoenix: What’s that in the crowd???

Through the crowd two huge men jump the barriers. They are dressed in riot gear with L-A-C on their backs. The slide into the ring and Nichols and Clarkson bail quickly and run to the top of the entrance ramp. They stop and look back at the ring as two huge men stand over Carlos Murphy. One large black and with a bald head bends down to check on Murphy as an even larger white main with a beard and dreadlocked hair stands in front of them staring a hole in Nichols and Clarkson.

Phoenix: Murphy is for sure behind the L-A-C and these two men are huge!

Jeffrey: Nichols and Clarkson should be afraid for their lives. Those guys are every bit of 6’6”-6’7” and about 300 lbs each.

Phoenix: Not to mention that they are firmly in the corner of the man that Mike Nichols just screwed over, Carlos Murphy.

Nichols looks at the ring, shocked as Clarkson starts to talk inaudibly to him. In the ring Murphy gets to his feet and he stands between his two massive cohorts. They all stare at Nichols and Clarkson with hatred in their eyes as Murphy scream at Nichols’ “You are a dead man!” Nichols and Clarkson slowly back their way through the curtain leaving their rivals standing in the ring as the crowd buzzes at the revelation that Carlos Murphy in running the L-A-C.

Phoenix: Whilst we get our heads around Murphy running the L-A-C, we have to take a quick break.  When we come back, Hugh Knowles will be making the draw for the last remaining places in the Heavyweight tournament, and then we'll see who goes through!

Phoenix: Welcome back!  That's all of our commercial breaks done for the night, so lets join Hugh Knowles in the ring.

Hugh Knowles is already in the ring, his suit jacket open and his stomach protruding through.  Next to him is a large tombola devise, which holds all the names of beaten first round competitors.

Knowles: [color=#green] Ladies and gentlemen, I have just entered the names of tonight's beaten first rounders, meaning everyone who has been knocked out will have an equal chance to be drawn out of my tombola and then fight again tonight.[/color]

A cheer goes up through the crowd as Knowles start to turn a handle on the side of the machine, making the drum rotate.   He stops turning the handle, opens a hatch and reaches in with one of his chubby arms, pulling a small folded piece of paper out.

Knowles: And the first re-entry for the Heavyweight Tournament is...

He unfolds the paper slowly, building the suspence.

Knowles: Rog Roddick!!

More jeers than cheers welcome the first name out of the hat.

Knowles:   And the final name for a second chance in the 4CW Heavyweight Championship tournament is...

Again he uses the handle to spin the drum a couple of times, before stopping it and opening the hatch.  He dips his chunky arm into the machine and draws out another folder piece of paper.  He slowly unfolds it and reads the name, but shakes his head.

Knowles: The name is Sery! But unfortunately I can't consciously let Sery compete again tonight. With his injury its a liability. Lets draw a new name!

Jeffery: haha, Sery even sucks at this!

Knowles is about to draw another name when Money for Nothing by the Dire Straits blares through the PA System and Sery slowly comes out of the curtain favoring his shoulder. Sery gets into the ring and grabs a mic and stares at Hugh Knowles.

Sery: You're going to do this to me?

Knowles:   Sery I'm sorry...

Sery:   No. I won't have it. You gotta let me compete.

Knowles: Sery look at you, you're so banged up..

Sery: NO! This is my opportunity. This is my opportunity to prove myself. To show all those critics out there who have told me I can't do it, that I have what it takes. Hugh have you ever had people tell you that you are mediocre? Huh? Do you know how bad that hurts when you know you are great?

Sery pauses for a second to regain his composure.

Sery:   I've been through worse than this. I've been to hell and back! But you know what I did? I bitch slapped the devil in the face! Its my choice to determine if my body is able to compete or not and I wanna compete. This is what I was born to do.

Knowles: I don't know about this..

Sery: After all I've done, all the busting ass I've done. I've been thrown through cage doors, beaten on, thrown through tables, barbed wire, thrown off ladders, and so many other things. You gotta let me do this.

Knowles: As unsure as I am about this, I can't really hold you back.

Sery:   The next time I am in this ring with you Hugh, will be with the 4CW Heavyweight Championship around my waist!

Sery drops the mic and tries to climb up the turnbuckle to show boat but can't and decides not to. Sery stares at Knowles and signals for the belt around his waist.

Knowles:  Sery, I really hope you're ready, because the match is next...

Knowles exits the ring as yellow spotlights begin to circle the arena,  as "Don't wanna be a player no more", the cover by Incubus erupts from the PA System. The yellow spots lights meet at the entrance way as Rog Roddick emerges from the back, Tennis racket in one hand, tennis balls in the other. He motions to the crowd for cheers in exchange for his tennis balls,  but decides against it and throws the tennis balls backstage. He struts the rest of the way down the aisle, walking slowly up the steps he struts across the aprons and climbs a top the turnbuckle.

Loveless:  And now coming to the ring, from Flushing Meadows, Queens, NY, Weighing in at 210 lbs...

Rog Roddick mimes a back swing into the air and holds his hands up high as he steps through the ropes and the two men stare each other down in the middle of the ring as the ref calls for the bell!

Phoenix:   Here we go! Last chance for either of these two to advance in the tournament!

Jeffrey:   Sery's to beat up, he shouldn't even be here.

Sery and Roddick lock up and Roddick is quick to put Sery in an arm wrench to his left arm and Sery falls to his knees in pain. Sery manages to make his way back to the ring ropes and the ref breaks up the hold. Sery tries to shake it up and Roddick and Sery circle each other and go to a lock up again and Rog Roddick goes for an arm wrench again but Sery throws him into the drop but Roddick comes back with a chop to Sery's shoulder that sends Sery to his knee grasping heavily at his shoulder.

Phoenix:    It's pretty clear what Rog Roddick's strategy is.

Jeffrey:   You can't blame that guy! That things I'd do to win a championship...

Roddick comes off the ropes again and hits Sery in the face with a drop kick then goes for a quick pin. 1..2 kickout! Roddick brings Sery back up to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle and charges at him but Sery gets a boot to his face. Sery steps to the second turnbuckle and gets Rog Roddick with a DDT. Sery has to use the ropes to pull himself up but he waits for Roddick to get to his feet  and charges at him but Roddick goes to the shoulder with a chop once again!

Sery falls to the ground right away then gets pulled to his feet and gets put in a head lock! Sery manages to push Roddick into the turnbuckle and Sery charges Roddick whos in the corner but Roddick moves out of the way and Sery stops himself before he hits the turnbuckle but Roddick grabs Sery by the waist and tries for a german suplex. Sery manages to block it and elbow his way out of it.

Phoenix:   Sery is managing to put up some sort of fight here!

Jeffrey:   Some people need to know what to give up.

Sery scales the turnbuckle in the way that his face is facing the crowd but Roddick hits him in the back and grabs him by the waist and pulls him down and still grabbing his waist, he lifts Sery into the air and sends him crashing to the ground with a German Suplex.

Jeffrey:   The way Sery landed there just looked brutal on that shoulder! Hah!

Rog Roddick continues to stomp on the shoulder of Sery. Roddick picks Sery up to his feet and chops his chest and repeats until Sery is backed up into the ropes. Sery reverses it though then sends a bunch of forearms into Rog Roddick's face then bounces off the ropes and tries for a flying forearm but Roddick gets out of the way and Sery hits the mat and his momentum sends him to the out side of the ring.

Roddick follows Sery to the outside of the ring after a little banter with the ref! He picks up Sery and throws him back first into the steel ring steps, really trying to make sure he gets that left shoulder in the mix. Roddick grabs Sery by the hair and brings him to a standing position and puts him over his shoulders and rams his left shoulder straight into the ring post and drops him to the ground.

Phoenix:    That looked brutal, just look at Sery's face.

Jeffrey:    yuck!

Rog Roddick gets Sery back into the ring and pins him.

1...

2...kickout!

Rog Roddick argues with the ref for a bit but decides to get back at Sery. Sery is using the ropes to bring himself to his feet when Roddick brings him down with a snapmare and Sery is in a sitting position when Roddick comes running off the ropes and gets him with a drop kick trying to make sure he gets that left shoulder! Roddick goes for a pin.

1...

2..kickout!

Jeffrey:    I thought he had it there!

Phoenix:    I was convinced for a second too.

Roddick makes it known to the ref that he thinks the count was too slow and brings Sery to his feet and hits Sery with the Serve! Roddick feels it now and climbs the turnbuckle and eyes up Sery on the mat. He leaps off and connects with the Breadstick (Split Legged Frogsplash).

Jeffrey:    I think this one is pretty much in the bag!

Rog Roddick is wasting no time in going in for the kill when he irish whips Sery into the ropes and then comes flying off the opposite ropes only to miss Sery as Sery drops to his feet. Roddick goes crashing down to the mat. Roddick manages to quickly get to his feet as Sery is holding his shoulder. Roddick moves towards Sery and Sery takes him down with a small package!

1...

2...kickout!

Phoenix:   Sery almost got a quick one there!

Jeffrey:    We all know Sery can't use his skills to beat anyone!

Roddick and Sery both get to there feet and Roddick approaches Sery but Sery kicks him in the gut then hooks his head! Sery runs up the turnbuckle and hits the Sliced Bread #2 on Rog Roddick! Sery grasping at his shoulder eyes the turnbuckle and listens to the crowd roar for him to climb the turnbuckle. Sery leaps off the turnbuckle and hits the Seryous Senton bomb and hooks Rog Roddick's leg.

1...

2...kickout!

Sery rolls off Rog Roddick in disbelief and disappointment. Sery uses all his might to get to his feet again and climb the turnbuckles again. Sery tries for the Senton Bomb again but Rog Roddick moves out of the way!

Phoenix:    That looks like it took the life out of Sery!

Jeffrey:    I think Rog Roddick is just a bit more smart!

Rog Roddick is on his feet and he bends down in what looks like an attempt to put a submission hold in on Sery but Sery suddenly brings Rog Roddick into a small package!

1...

2...

3!!!

Phoenix:    Did that just happen!

Jeffrey:    Impossible! Sery was beat!

Loveless:  The winner of this match and advancing to the 2nd round of the World Heaveyweight Championship tournament.... SERY!!!!!

Rog Roddick gets up and looks in disbelief and tries to argue with the ref! When Rog Roddick finally leaves the ring Sery is in the middle of the ring getting his arm raised by the ref. Sery goes to the corner turnbuckle and climbs it and signals for the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.