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Rhysus Seg (Written by Rhys) -
Skill Set Seg (Written by onemike) -
Nightshade Vs Frost (onemike) -
BTV seg (Belly) -
Divyne Vs Dubois (Compo) -
LAC Vs Wells & Roddick (Belly) -
Valentine seg (Latino) -
Kensai Vs Rhys (Latino) -
Skill Set Seg #2 (onemike) -
BTV #2 (Belly) -
Carstein Vs Sery (Compo) -
Match of the Night -
Line of the Night -
Seg of the Night -
Most Improved -
MVP -
Thank you for taking the time to complete this, like I said, it really helps to keep me motivated as I know you are reading what enjoying what we are putting together.
Hilds
I wrote a big seg to open the show but I cant find it... its crucial to my feud. Can you add it? I pm'd it to you last week.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
I wrote a big seg to open the show but I cant find it... its crucial to my feud. Can you add it? I pm'd it to you last week.
Don't know what you're talking about, the seg is in there...
My bad mate, you had put it in with the matchwritting post so when I was transfering stuff from my PM's to the bookers office I missed it. Hopefully we caught it early enough so no one has missed reading it.
Hilds
No worries thanks.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
Rhysus Seg (Written by Rhys) -
threatening murder... um, hopefully nothing happens to carstein, or else rhysus is suspect #1.
Skill Set Seg (Written by onemike) -
wrote it.
Nightshade Vs Frost (onemike) -
wrote it.
BTV seg (Belly) -
not really sure where this is headed. Don’t know the backstory on Drake (or anyone, really) so not sure how different Drake is not than before. Belly is kinda giving off a DDP-Undertaker’s wife vibe.
Divyne Vs Dubois (Compo) -
nice. thought dubois would take home the win, nice surprise ending. well written. hopefully there will be a rematch at the PPV.
LAC Vs Wells & Roddick (Belly) -
great continuation of the rog paladin feud, and startig of a brittons / skill set feud? hmmmmm? maybe.
Valentine seg (Latino) -
Good build-up for the PPV match. Not sure of what the match is, but I will look it up in the Specialty matches section eventually. Good to have Valentine treat the audience as if they are all new to 4CW, Makes 4CW seem less exclusive and more welcome to new viewers.
Kensai Vs Rhys () -
Great match and end to a match. Hopefully, Sery & Kensai will have a one final meeting at the PPV.
Skill Set Seg #2 (onemike) -
wrote it
BTV #2 (Belly) -
not sure where this is going, and I haven’t seen anything of the ‘old’ chris drake to compare it to, so, can’t reall comment on this one. well written.
Carstein Vs Sery (Compo) -
nice match. i figured on carstein winning, nice upset for the little man. will his antics against Kensai come to bite him in the butt? hmmmmm.
A lot of no-shows this week. Is 4Cw in trouble? or were people just busy for two solid weeks?
No segs from Rog, the Brittons, Carstein, Murphy*, Nichols*, Brock, Saint or Blaze?
*I'm figuring that one of these two guys will be the world champ, so it was especially disappointing.
Hopefully things will pick up next show. I really enjoy 4CW, and wish it was EVERY week instead of every two weeks, so we'll see what happens. I love how the staff are here to help get people over and not just to get their own characters over and hand their own guys titles. This place is fun and we need to fight to keep it going guys.
Super busy the last two weeks. I'm not gone and I'll have something for next show. My review will be up soon.
I wrote Kensai v Rhysus ya bastards. And before anyone says anything, I know the color on the commentating and segment is backwards.....my bad!
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4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2019
4CW 2019: Champion/Wrestler/Moment
One review so far. Lets have a few more up here please chaps.
Mines coming I promise. You know my dealio by now
Former 4CW Champion
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2019
4CW 2019: Champion/Wrestler/Moment
Rhysus Seg (Written by Rhys) -
Emotional segment. I never like it when wrestlers use a threat of death. We all know he isn't going to literally kill carstein. That aside, very emotional and straight forward. He didn't mix words. He wants carstein to pay.
Skill Set Seg (Written by onemike) - one mike, I always enjoy your stuff. The skill set dynamic always impresses me.
Nightshade Vs Frost (onemike) -
Oh poor frost. She tried but it was pretty much thought it would go. Nightshade is one bad bitch.
BTV seg (Belly) -
I think this is going into the realm of "too real". There needs to be more interaction with drake if this "authority figure vs roster member" story is to continue past the ppv. At and now you are kind of losing me. Always well written but just not my cup of tea.
Divyne Vs Dubois (Compo) -
Great match. I think divyne vs Nightshade would be a good match up.
LAC Vs Wells & Roddick (Belly) -
If we can get past the singles feuds, skill set vs brittons would be a great starting point for a future tag division. Rog and Wells should end soon. We already have one top level feud over a woman going on..... 😉
Valentine seg (Latino) -
Prefect ppv build. Plus some back story. Mad dog has always been a favorite of mine. I see a title in his future.
Kensai Vs Rhys () -
Hard hitting match. sery better watch his back cause Kensai ain't no joke. The bruiser is one tough sob. Good finish.
Skill Set Seg #2 (onemike) -
See comment in first set.
BTV #2 (Belly) -
See previous see review
Carstein Vs Sery (Compo) -
Sery is the little engine that could. Can he make it past the big boys to win the belt. My guess is, well look at his opponent for the next round for that answer...
Segment of the week: skill set
Match of the week: divyne vs. Dubois
Most improved : at this point we are all going strong
Mvp: sery
Rhysus Seg (Written by Rhys) -
What happened last show needed to be addressed, so I like that the show started with this. Very un-Rhysus like to tell the crowd to fuck off with the cheers lol. Such a babyface usually, it really emphasizes his anger which i liked. Everyone has their limits. Good segment to open the show.
Skill Set Seg (Written by onemike) - Haha, the Skill Set basically discusses game plan, while already accepting the fact that Frost will get rocked. I liked it.
Nightshade Vs Frost (onemike) -
And there you have it. Nightshade is terrifying. Liked the seg at the end too, its only the beginning....
BTV seg (Belly) -
The way he has the camera spinning from shooting whatever Drake is doing and then his face up close makes me think of the Joker in The Dark Knight, I pictured One Man Gang though and it makes me laugh. I can really see this series of segments being on Raw. I like it and I can see this is the beginning steps to something big.
Divyne Vs Dubois (Compo) -
Wow I didn't expect this match to be this good. The friggin Women's division is quickly becoming no joke. Compy makes Jenna Divyne look better than I ever did. I really didn't expect her to win. Awesome job.
LAC Vs Wells & Roddick (Belly) -
Oh geez, well you knew this wasn't going to end good for Wells. However, I think this match accomplishes everything it was intended too. Wells loses but looks real strong, L-A-C gain momentum and look good, and Roddick looks even more heel. Now if we can just find the dickhead who forced Roddick and Wells to team, then maybe we'd get some real answers.....
Valentine seg (Latino) -
Wrote it with a little help from Belly. Thanks for the kind words.
Kensai Vs Rhys (Latino) -
Wrote it, totally brain farted on coloring...my bad. But thanks for reviews.
Skill Set Seg #2 (onemike) -
Love how they just sit in silence. Then the all break it. They're coming together as a team! You can feel it!
BTV #2 (Belly) -
I really like the dialogue when Belly enters Drake's room. Belly comes off like a creep and as these segs go on he gets closer and closer to Drake.
Carstein Vs Sery (Compo) -
Wow. Sery is really starting to get on a roll. With this win he's really in the big time now. Interesting to see Compy get on the mic during the match, so heel love it. Fans using very bad language, no wonder we keep folding as no TV station would ever air our show. The more I read the more I see Carstein is a little chatterbox. Glad to see Rhysus get back at Carstein. Good main event for sure.
Segment of the week: Rhysus opening but Skill Set is a close second.
Match of the week: I agree with Divyne v Dubois....took me by surprise.
Most improved : I agree with Nichols, I feel just about everyone's feuds and stories are coming along nicely.
Mvp: Really hard to not pick Sery.
Former 4CW Champion
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2019
4CW 2019: Champion/Wrestler/Moment
Rhysus Seg (Written by Rhys) –
Haha, I wondered what happened to this when I first read through the show! Nice way to open the show, and loved how angry Rhys has become. Carstein sure knows how to press his buttons!!
Skill Set Seg (Written by onemike) –
Got a chuckle out of this, pretty fun seg!
Nightshade Vs Frost (onemike) –
More of a seg than a match, but Frost isn’t a trained wrestler so it makes sense! I like Nightshade, I reckon she’d make a great dominant heel in the women’s division. Heck, or even any division! Stardust won the Uni belt three times and had loads of feuds with the guys. Even Gabrielle Montgomery had her fair share, so there’s no reason why Nightshade couldn’t have some feuds with the men. She could sure hold her own!
BTV segs (Belly) –
Still loving the B-TV. Like others have said, I definitely get a “DDP stalking the Taker’s wife” vibe, which isn’t a bad thing! Feels like old school Belly!
Divyne Vs Dubois (Compo) –
Wrote it. Hope you all liked it!
LAC Vs Wells & Roddick (Belly) –
It’s really cool seeing the tag and mid-card divisions develop. Makes the roster seem fuller. Enjoyed the match too. Decent length for SF and plenty of action. It’s nice seeing more things like tag matches and triple threats etc.
Valentine seg (Latino) –
What happened to the colours here? It’s great to get a bit of background on Valentine for the newer guys. I think we take our backstories for granted sometimes. Nice to see Belly and Valentine get some seg time to hype their match. I could’ve sworn it was announced that the match was going to the Gallows Pole a few weeks ago?
Kensai Vs Rhys (Latino) –
Really nice action, and could’ve gone either way really which I like. I like to keep guessing. Didn’t expect the Sery appearance at the end. I’ve really enjoyed this tournament so far, it’s had some really good matches.
Skill Set Seg #2 (onemike) –
Loved this seg! I thought it was great!
Carstein Vs Sery (Compo) –
Wrote it. Again, hope you all liked it!
Misc. Thoughts:
It sure felt a bit empty without Main Event, Brock and Carlos! These things happen, so I’m not holding anything against anyone! It was pretty cool having two women’s matches as well. We don’t get that very often!
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Winner: 4w Draft V3.1
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4CW: 2x Hall of Famer, World Champion, 2x Tag Team Champion & War Match Winner ‘08 & ‘19
I could’ve sworn it was announced that the match was going to the Gallows Pole a few weeks ago
Close! It was announced that we'd face at Gallows End but not yet the Gallow's Pole match!
Former 4CW Champion
4CW Hall of Fame Class of 2019
4CW 2019: Champion/Wrestler/Moment
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, "Murphy has Herpies!" ; “[chux] [sux]” ; “Killer Kensai!” ; “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 Phoenix, Arizona today.
Jeffery: It's too damn hot Scott. Why can't we just stay in one city...
"The Turning Point" hits the PA system and the crowd erupt as "The Bruiser" Rhysus steps out on stage.
Sarah Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, "The Bruiser" Rhysus!
To put things simply, he is not happy. He doesn't even react to the great crowd ovation, he just walks to the ring, staring straight ahead. He rolls into the ring, grabs the mic from Sarah Loveless and demands she get out of the ring. Loveless leaves the ring without a word, and Rhysus waits for his music to stop and the crowd to stop chanting his name. When silence finally falls, he speaks.
Rhysus: I've had my fair share of enemies in my time in 4CW and I've been to hell and back with all of them. Whether it be over the Custom Cup Championship, or pride, or when I just don't like someone, I've become a regular visitor. But at this point in my career, with my newest enemy, Carstein, it isn't about any of those things. I did my best, for weeks, not to answer to Carstein's taunts, his jabs at my family, my friends, my past... I walked away from it all. And it wasn't out of fear... I'm not scared of anyone and I sure as hell am not scared of Carstein. I did it because Carstein has an incredible ability to take things too far. He's been doing it all his career, and incredibly, he's still here to gloat about it... that will all change at Gallows End.
The crowd cheer a bit but Rhysus puts his hand up for silence, wanting to get out what he has to say.
Rhysus: I don't need you to cheer. I don't need support. Carstein made this as personal as he possibly could, so that's what it will be. You can watch our match at Gallows End, in fact, I encourage you to... just know that when that bell rings, my sole focus will be Carstein. Everything else, the lights, the camera, you guys, will all be a million miles away. And that's not an insult towards you, just the truth. Because of Carstein, the mother of my daughter, the woman I love, is terrified to leave her own home... and even in her own home, she doesn't feel safe... you know where my wife is right now? In a hotel, somewhere in the city, with the best security I could buy in and around her room. It was the only way I could convince her to let me leave to come to the show tonight... and my daughter, she's five years old, she can sense her mother's fear and because of that, she's scared too... my own child doesn't feel safe around her mother. Carstein has left a permanent scar on both my daughter and my partner... they are so traumatised by what happened they may never feel truly safe again... and the only way they will feel safe is if Carstein is gone.
Rhysus moves the mic away, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, trying to keep his cool.
Rhysus: So if the only way they will feel safe ever again is if Carstein is gone then it's my job to make sure that he is gotten rid of. No more taunts. No more jokes. No more sick mind games. Carstein, you have fallen into a trap that you won't be able to get out of... because you've hurt my family, and that's broken something inside me. Over the past two weeks I've been stewing it over in my head, all the things I am going to do to you at Gallows End... Carstein, I promise you... no, I swear to you... you will not walk out of Gallows End. You will not leave that arena conscious... you may not even leave that arena alive... because I am going to beat the hell out of you, like I've never beaten anyone else in my life, and I don't care how much you bruise, I don't care how much you bleed, I don't care if you stop moving, or stop breathing, I will keep hitting you... and I won't stop... and I don't care if the referee's call the match off, I will keep beating you... and even if security come to the ring to pull me from you, I'll beat the shit out of them, and then I'll come back to you, and I'll keep hitting you... and I'll keep beating you... and I won't stop, Carstein, I WON'T STOP! I'LL MAKE SURE THAT WHEN YOU LEAVE THAT RING, IT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOU EVER LAY IN IT!!
Rhysus looks livid, finally losing his temper, he leans on the ropes, to get as close to the camera as he can.
Rhysus: Carstein, I don't know if you're scared of me... but if you aren't, then you should be... because I am not the same man anymore... now I'm the biggest nightmare you will ever encounter... and the ironic thing is, that this new me, was your creation. And at Gallows End, it'll be the death of you.
Rhysus drops the mic and leaves the ring, without another word or notion, he just leaves the ring and walks up the ramp, focused, determined and irate.
As the Rhysus leaves the 4CWtron goes black and quickly flashes ‘Earlier today’ just before the camera opens up to empty 4CW’s already-set-up arena’s ring. The team of 4CW’s Kensai & Paladin Wells are on the mat with Courtney Frost, all in wrestling gear. A smashing of flesh can be heard as Courtney Frost falls to the mat, flat on her back. Above her, Warric ‘paladin’ Wells stands, shaking his head in disapproval at the botched wrestling move that Frost just tried to apply.
Frost, frustrated: WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG THAT TIME!?!?!?!
Warric: Well, you got cocky. Just because you actually got me into a headlock doesn’t mean that the match is over. It just means that you performed a very basic, very reversible move.
Kensai: Běn cì péixùn shì méi yòng de. Wǒmen yǐjīng zài zhè yīgè xīngqí, tā shénme dōu bù zhīdào!
Warric looks at Kensai: It HAS only been two weeks.
Frost, getting to her feet again: Fellas, fellas, a girl would swoon at all this attention, but, really, I’m more concerned with NOT needing plastic surgery after my match with Nightshade tonight.
Kensai: Xīn de jìhuà...... Jiào tā yǎnshì.
Warric: Teach her to ‘cover up’? Yeah... maybe we should focus on defense instead of offense.
Frost: Not funny, guys. How am I going to beat this chick?
Warric/Kensai speaking in unison: You’re not.
Frost, defeated: So... what are my options?
Warric: Well... you’re going to get your head handed to you. Nightshade is a seasoned mixed martial artist and wrestler, and she’s got a killer mean streak.
Frost: And she’s mad at me because she thinks that you dumped her for ME.
Warric: Preposterous. I dumped her because she was a bad person.
Frost: So... why did you go out with her in the first place?
Warric: Pssshh. Have you SEEN her? Seriously, she looks like Barbie’s dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, DIRTY cousin.
Frost: And the penis beats the brain yet again.
Warric: Hey! Let’s focus on the butt-kicking that you’re about to receive.
Frost: Thanks to you.
Warric: NEED I REMIND YOU... I got hit with a TENNIS RACKET by a CRAZY GINGER... twice... because of you.
Kensai: Nǐ liǎ xiānghù RETARDED... for each other. Zhǐ xū níng dédào tā.
Warric/Frost simultaneously: We’re just friends.
Frost: Anyway... what am I gonna do?
Warric/Kensai simultaneously: Lose... BAD.
Kensai: Wǒ méiyǒu shíjiān. Wǒ yǒu yīgè pǐpèi? WORLD Championship tournament Jīn wǎn. Zhè chǎng bǐsài zhǐshì.
Warric: Hey, I’m teaming with the Ginger Riddler tonight... for some reason... they have no soul you know... NO SOUL. and I’m here to help Court...
At the side of the ring, Kensai’s phone starts to vibrate.
Frost interrupts: That’s probably Mao Tan Ren.
She slides over to Kensai’s phone and looks at the face-time picture as she gets ready to hand the phone to Kensai.
Frost: I was right. MTR.
Kensai, impatiently stomps his foot with an outstretched hand, asking for his phone. Finally, Frost hands him the phone, and Kensai hits ‘Accept,’ as he walks away, speaking Mandarin to the man on the other end; Mao Tan Ren. Awkwardly, this leaves Warric and Frost in the ring together, alone... again.
Warric: So... um... about Nightshade...
Frost: Oh, yes, can’t hear enough about her. Go on.
Warric: When I first met her... I had a few drinks in me and... she was totally h...
Frost, interrupting him: I don’t want a play by play of the whole sexcapade.
Warric: No no no no. I’m... well... you were right. I was thinking with my...
Frost, interrupting him: I GET IT.
Warric: Yeah and, well, next time I date someone...
Frost, encouraged: Go on...
Warric: ...it’s definitely not going to be someone from work.
Frost, taken aback: What?
Warric: Well, I used up my office affair.
Frost: Office affair?
Warric: My office affair. You only get one. I used it up on Anastasia.
Frost: That’s ridiculous.
Warric: You and I... well... we really get along, and I don’t want to ruin it by...
Frost, defensively: I never said that I wanted to d...
Warric: Things get complicated... fast. I mean, just us talking has me at odds with your boyfriend, Rog...
Frost, upset: TWO DATES! IT WAS ONLY TWO DATES!
Warric: And, well, if... WE... dated, and things didn’t work out, that’s the end of whatever this ‘Skill Set’ thing is, and I’d lose you as a friend.
Frost: So... what are we gonna do now?
Warric: Practice... you’re gonna need it.
Frost: That’s not what I mean.
Warric: Right now... let’s focus on you not dying in the ring.
The camera fades to black and takes the audience back to the commentators.
Phoenix: We're gonna take a short break here, don't go anywhere.
Jeffery: Welcome back!
Phoenix: A real bitter rivalry coming to a head right now. Nightshade was with Warric ‘Paladin’ Wells, and she thinks that he dumped her for Courtney Frost.
Jeffery: If that’s true... way to go Paladin Wells. Dumping one 10 for another 10. I just wanna see them rip their clothes off in the ring.
Phoenix: Yeah, um... sorry about my partner, folks, he’s a guy... I guess... in the loosest sense of the word. Let’s get to Sarah Loveless in the ring...
The lights slowly dim, and Janet Jackson’s “If” screams from the PA. A sole spotlight shoots down to show Courtney Frost standing alone on the ramp in her new wrestling trunks and top. She’s trying to hide the fear in her eyes, but it’s obvious to the knowledgeable wrestling fan base. The arena lights slowly return to full intensity.
Loveless: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, Courtneeeeeey Frooooooost!!!!
As Courtney slowly walks down to ringside, she can be seen taking a few nervous gulps of air before walking up the ring steps and bending sliding between the second and third ropes. As she reached the corner, she can be seen running through some of the moves that she had been taught by her trainers; Paladin Wells and Kensai.
Loveless: And her opponent, hailing from Krasnoyarsk, Russia... Niiiiiiiiiiightshaaaaaaaaade!!
A moment later, “Down by the Water” by PJ Harvey plays and Nightshade erupts from the backstage curtain, power-walks to the ring and slides in.
Jeffery: Nightshade is going to tear Frost apart.
Phoenix: This does seem like a one-sided affair on paper, but Frost has been training non-stop with the Skill Set for two weeks.
Jeffery: Two weeks versus years and years of MMA and wrestling training... sounds like an even affair.
The bell rings Nightshade just smiles as Courtney Frost is a little hesitant to come out of the corner. Nightshade motions for Frost to ‘come on out’ and start the match. Reluctantly, Frost steps out of the corner, frown on her face and malicious intent. Nightshade moves in to grab Courtney Frost, but Frost preemptively brings up a boot to Nightshade’s gut, catching the raven-haired vixen by surprise! Frost with a strong right hand to Nightshade’s head, then another, and another, sending Nightshade stumbling back.
Phoenix: Frost isn’t backing down! She’s taking the fight RIGHT TO Nightshade!
Frost heads to the ropes and comes off looking for a clothesline, only to be caught by NIghtshade with a Russian Sickle clothesline!
Jeffery: BAM! Bitch went down!
Nightshade pulls Courtney Frost up and pulls her into a Russian Leg Sweep!
Nightshade pulls Courtney Frost up and pulls her into a series of Muay Thai knee strikes, and then tucks Frost’s head down between her legs and goes right into RED OCTOBER (Spinning Angel’s Wings Facebuster).
Jeffery: Frost is out cold! She isn’t moving at all!
Nightshade covers the motionless Frost and hooks a leg as the ref drops and counts.
1...
2...
3!!!
Phoenix: This one... was... not... close.
Jeffery: Frost put up a fight, but she’s just not a wrestler... and she doesn’t have Nightshade’s experience.
Phoenix: It showed.
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 rolls off of Frost and stays on the mat, sitting up and smiling an evil grin. She motions for a ringside attendant to toss her a microphone, and catches it in the ring as she starts to use Courtney Frost as a backrest.
Nightshade waves off the playing of her own music and then taps the mic to make sure that it’s on and then speaks to the crowd.
Nightshade: Courtney, I know that you’re unconscious right now, so, hopefully one of your friends will relay this message to you. Last Storm Front, I said that was going to destroy you. This is just a TASTE of what I am going to do to you. This... is just the beginning. I am going to beat on you, mercilessly, Storm Front after Storm Front after Storm Front until you are a toothless, ugly, broken, battered, beaten little letat.’ A letat’ who’s only option is to leave 4CW. No one here can stop me. No one here CARES about you, Courtney. I RULE the women’s division in 4CW. They might as well just HAND me the Women’s championship. No one DARES to stand up to me. I’m giving you ONE last chance. When you wake up, grab your shit, pack your bags, hand in your resignation, and hope to GOD that you never, EVER see me again... because if I EVER see you within a MILE of a 4CW arena... the BEATINGS... WILL... continue. You have TWO CHOICES, Courtney. Leave 4CW of your own choice, in one piece, or leave 4CW... in a body bag.
With a smile, Nightshade rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp toward the back as PJ Harvey’s ‘Down by the Water’ plays again. Still unconscious, Courtney Frost lay motionless in the ring.
Jeffery: I’m torn... while I DO like one-sided beat downs, I’d hate to see Courtney Frost’s pretty face messed up. And I’d hate to see her leave 4CW. She’s Grade A spank material.
Phoenix: Wow. Just wow. Let’s move on to something else...
Jeffrey: It's that time again Scott, it is that time when I get to bring you another present from my good friend, Chris Marks
Phoenix: Is it the same as last week again?
Jeffrey: Yes Scott, he has been a busy man once again, keeping an eye on the owner of 4CW and is going to prove to us that Chris Drake is nothing but a liar
Phoenix: I don't know why Belly is convinced that Chris Drake was lying to him, and I have no idea what his intentions are with these.. well these stalker-ish video clips
Jeffrey: He is doing this Scott to prove to us all that Drake is a liar and if Belly says that he is a liar then I believe him, and so should you
Phoenix: He is becoming more and more obsessed and deluded each week, he should be concentrating on Jack Valentine and Gallows End rather than running around chasing after Chris Drake
Jeffrey: Enough talk Scott, let's get to the next instalment of B-TV
The 4CW Tron flickers off from the live arena feed and goes to a black screen, and moments later a logo flashes up in the bottom left hand corner of the Tron placed there obviously by the guys in the production truck as they had done last week to add some effects to the recorded feed given to them by Chris Marks. The Blackness soon disappears from the screen and is replaced by that of an iconic image, as the Tron is filled with the view of the New York skyline and the standout building being that of the Empire State Building.
The camera suddenly begins to zoom out as what seemed to be almost touching distance quickly becomes further and further away as the Empire State Building becomes just another fixture of the New York skyline and then the image becomes shaky and distorted as the colours blur in together as the focus is readjusted and the camera spun around, and then auto focuses on a large face, filling almost the whole of the Tron once again and this is the pale face of Chris Marks, as he looks down the lens with a sick smile on his face before he begins to speak.
Belly: "Hello Friends... Once again you join me on the trail of our glorious leader as I show you a peek behind the scenes into the real life of the man that was held in such high regard not only by each and every one of you, but once upon a time, even by myself. "
The camera is spun around and briefly goes out of focus until the movement stops and now instead of the screen being filled by the face of Belly, it is instead pointing across a busy street towards a large Hotel with two sets of large glass doors, looking inside the hotel straight to the bar area. The name printed across the entrance of the hotel is "NYMA: The New York Manhattan Hotel". The camera slowly pans to the right and shows the iconic Empire State Building once again and then slowly, staying in focus pans back to the entrance of the NYMA and slowly begins to zoom in through the large glass doors, into the bar area behind them.
Belly: "Such a beautiful city it is friends, and the location, well the location is very touristy, I mean we are 5 minutes away from Penn Station and we are just off Fifth Avenue, a mere 2 blocks from the great engineering fete, The Empire State Building. One may think that in a city this size and full of tourists as well as native New Yorkers, it would be hard to find a single individual. One may even conclude that even if I could find a single individual in a city of nearly 10 million people, that it wouldn't be too difficult for that person to slip into obscurity. And yet for the last 48hours, you my very dear friend, have not left the hotel, you go between your room and your bar, no visitors, no women, no nothing"
As Belly speaks, the camera is zooming in still to the hotel as in the corner, towards the back of the bar, Chris Drake can be seen seated at one of the tables alone, with a bottle of bourbon sitting in front of him, three quarters empty and a glass half full next to it. It becomes obvious that Belly had stopped talking to the live audience as he was earlier, but now was indirectly speaking to Chris Drake himself.
Belly: "The life as the glorious leader and owner of 4CW is a glamorous one indeed if the extent of your daily worry is wondering if the bar has re stocked the bourbon or not... You can hide behind the papers in front of you, but you cannot hide from the reality that the only time you touch them is when the waiter approaches you... This my oh so dear friend is nothing but a mere illusion... Your reasons I am not aware of... Yet.. but your life is an open book now Chris and there is nowhere to hide... "
The camera begins to shake as Belly once again spins the hand held camera around in his hand and points it back towards his face, as his large head takes up the majority of the tron, looking straight down the camera lens as the smirk on his face slowly becomes a smile, looking smug and proud of himself as he begins to address the audience once again.
Belly: "This man in front of me is a shadow of his former self and a nothing but a shell of the man I once knew, the papers are not the only illusion here my friend, and I think its about time we delve deeper into the illusion that we call, Chris Drake"
As Belly finishes speaking, the camera is turned 180 degrees yet again, pointing back towards the New York Manhattan Hotel once again, but this time, it is not the zoom of which is bringing the audience closer to the hotel, but instead the camera moves up and down, as Belly begins to walk slowly across the road, towards the hotel, the doors becoming ever closer, as the sound of car horns can be heard beeping in the background, Belly showing no signs of adhering to the etiquette or rules of road safety as he strolls across from one sidewalk to the other, as he then reaches his arm out, his hand becoming visible on the camera, taking a hold of the door handle to the hotel and pulls the door open.
The 4CW Tron fades to a black screen as the B-TV logo enlarges from the little prefix in the corner, to the dominating image on the Tron, as it once again returns to the live arena feed
Jeffrey: Did you see that Scott, there you have it... Belly has shown once again that Chris Drake is a liar
Phoenix: What are you on about Ray, all that Belly has show is that he is stalking the owner of 4CW and that Chris Drake is partial to bourbon, but that information is on his online biography, you don't need to travel to New York to discover his favourite drink
Jeffrey: Were you not watching the same footage I was Scott, it clearly shows that when Chris Drake is apparently working hard for us all, he is in fact just sitting there drinking bourbon, night after night
Phoenix: we saw him take one sip of his glass as he sat in front of his paperwork Ray... You really are buying into this propaganda aren't you?
Jeffrey: Propaganda?! Propaganda!?! it's the hard truth Scott, it's the truth that none wants to hear, but Belly will make everyone see.
Phoenix: If you say so Ray, but its now time to go back to the ring for some real wrestling and not this stalking rubbish
Loveless: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!
The lights slowly dim, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Hell Raiser” screams from the PA.
Phoenix: New music for Marie Dubois!
Jeffrey: Pretty sweet song too!
The hooded and robed figure of Marie Dubois appears from the back, clutching a skull in both hands.
I’m living on an endless road
Around the world for rick and roll
Sometimes it feels so tough
But I still ain’t had enough.
Loveless: Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, MARIE DUBOOOOIIIIIISSSSSS!!!!
Almost as if she were gliding, Marie walks down the ramp towards the ring.
I keep saying that it’s getting too much
But I know I’m a liar
Feeling all right in the noise and the light
But that’s what lights my fire!
From outside the ring, she places the skull in 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.
Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Once in the middle of the ring, her robe falls off like water, revealing her wrestling attire of black boots, blue denim shorts and black t-shirt with “Carstein” on the front and “The Lord of the Night” on the back in red.
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you!
The arena’s lit up once more, but the lights quickly turn to a pinkish hue. Alice Cooper’s “Poison” plays, and comes Jenna Divyne.
Loveless: And her opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, JEEEEENNAAAAA DIIIVYYYYYNNNNNNNEEEE!!!!!!
Jenna reaches the ring. She turns to face the ring steps, and then Marie Dubois comes flying through the ropes and dives straight into her.
Phoenix: Where did that come from?
Jenna crashes to the ground, with Marie on top of her. Marie pummels at Jenna, punching her and slamming her fists into her.
Phoenix: Marie Dubois showing a mean streak here tonight, and the match hasn’t even started yet!
Marie stands up, pulling Jenna up with her. Once to their feet, she Irish Whips Jenna into the ring. Jenna smacks into the ring, and rests against the apron. Marie grabs a handful of her hair, and slams her head onto the ring apron.
The ref shouts at Marie to leave Jenna alone. Marie instead grabs a hold of Jenna and rolls her into the ring. Jenna has enough senses to scramble away towards the ref. Marie climbs into the ring, and the ref tells her to keep away. Marie shrugs and heads over to the corner.
The ref checks on Jenna, asking if she wants to continue with the match. Jenna gets to her feet, and nods. The ref calls for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding!
Making up for Marie’s pre-match attack, Jenna Divyne rushes at Marie. She outstretches her arm for a clothesline, but the Mistress of Magic has her scouted, and ducks under her arm. Jenna keeps running towards the ropes. She bounces against them, and comes running back to Marie.
Marie Dubois turns around, and leaps into the air when Jenna reaches her, knocking her down with a Lou Thesz Press. Marie pounds on Jenna. Satisfied with her beating, she gets up, and Jenna rolls away. Jenna gets to her feet, but is met with Marie’s foot colliding with her face with a devastating spinning heel kick.
Phoenix: Marie really taking it to Jenna Divyne here. Revenge for what Jenna said two weeks ago no doubt!
The impact of Marie’s kick causes Jenna to stumble backwards into the nearest ring corner. Jenna falls into the turnbuckles, sat on the middle. Marie approaches her foe. She extends her leg and sticks her foot against Jenna’s throat, hitting a corner foot choke. The ref tells Marie to let Jenna go, and starts the five count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Marie puts her foot down just before the five count, and Jenna falls out from the corner, but unfortunately for her, falls right into Marie. Marie catches her, and hoists her up into the air and hits a vertical suplex. Jenna crashes into the mat, and Marie covers her.
1...
2.. Kick out!
Marie gets to her feet, pulling Jenna up with her. Once up, Jenna slaps Marie’s hands away, and boots her in the stomach. Marie keels over slightly, and Jenna brings her down with a DDT.
Phoenix: Things are moving in Jenna’s favour now!
With Marie laying face down, Jenna grabs her arm, locking in an arm lock. Marie tries to fight out, but Jenna locks in the hold tighter. Jenna rolls onto Marie and changes the arm lock into a camel clutch.
Phoenix: Marie Dubois could tap out here!
The ref comes to check on Marie, but Marie somehow manages roll over. With Jenna on her back, and Marie on top, The Belle from Hell elbows Jenna sharply, and wriggles out of the camel clutch.
Marie gets up, her back to Jenna. Jenna too springs up to her feet. She grabs Marie from behind, and hits a back stabber.
Phoenix: Wow, where did that come from?
Jenna’s knees crunch into Marie’s back, and Marie Dubois rolls over onto the mat, her back in agony. Jenna rolls her over for a pin.
1...
2.. Kick out!
But it’s not enough to keep Marie Dubois down. Jenna gets to her feet, dragging Marie with her. Still holding onto Marie’s wrist, Jenna twists it into a wrist lock. Marie cries out in pain, but has enough strength to sweep her leg, tripping up Jenna. Jenna falls to the mat, letting go of Marie’s wrist.
Jenna crashes to the mat, but before Marie can capitalize, Jenna grabs a hold of the back of her shorts. Jenna pulls Marie down with her, and rolls her up before Marie can even realise what’s going on.
The ref slides down to count the pin.
1...
Jenna, noticing she’s near the ropes, put’s her feet up onto the bottom rope for extra leverage.
2...
The ref doesn’t see.
3!!!
Ding, ding, ding!
Loveless: And here’s your winner, JEENNNAAAAA DIIIIIVYYYYYYYYNNNE!!!!!!
Phoenix: Wow, Jenna snatching victory from out of nowhere!
Jenna let’s go of Marie and rolls out of the ring. She reaches the ramp, and turns around to watch Marie, who’s seething in the ring.
Marie snarls at Jenna.
Marie: Myya dyyn hwyt qʻr ẕw ştwyb, dyyn qwqt wwẇhyn ʼawwʻq. Myya dyyn hʼár pʼaln ʼwys, ʼwn lʻbn zyk qllh ʼyr!
Jenna looks confused, but shrugs and walks off, smiling at her victory.
Phoenix: I don’t know what Marie Dubois just said, but it can’t be good.
Marie Dubois slowly rolls out of the ring herself and starts to walk up the ramp as the Sarah Loveless climbs back into the ring and gets herself ready for the next match.
Phoenix: The next scheduled matchup is a tag team match and the official debut of Carlos Murphy's bodyguards Ray, it's time for L-A-C to back up their words with some in ring action
Jeffrey: They don't need to back anything up, they are the real deal Scott and it is Paladin Wells that needs to watch his back in this match as not only does he have to worry about his opponents, but also about his tag team partner Rog Roddick
Phoenix: I would normally ask if you think these two can coexist to overcome their opponents, but it is a redundant question in this case.
Jeffrey: It be easier to ask how long do you think Paladin can survive before Rog turns on him
Mid sentence from Ray Jeffrey, the arena lights go out and flashing up on the 4CW Tron in large bold whit text are the letters, L - A - C as Carlos Murphy's music, 'Walk Ye Plank' by Sounds Like Chicken begins to play around the arena as the white spot lights from high above the ring, which normally point at the entrance curtain begin to circle the arena, stopping randomly on members of the crowd, as everyone is looking for the arrival of Von Munro and Steele Saunders, the two men who make up L-A-C.
Loveless: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, at a combined weight of 576 pounds, Von Munro... Steele Saunders... Law Abiding Citizens!!!
Just as Sarah Loveless announces their names, the white spot lights stop circulating as they have finally found their targets, both men have appeared in different areas of the arena, both walking down the steps, through the crowd, both men wearing Black Jeans, riot jackets and holding nightstick in their hand as they slowly walk down the steps through the crowd, ignoring the fans as they try and high five and slap the wrestlers on their backs as they pass them by.
Phoenix: Is it too much to ask for them to use the ramp like everyone else
Jeffrey: I'll tell you what Scott, I will let you go and tell them that they are coming in the wrong way if you want
Both Munro and Saunders reach the crowd barricade and easily hop over into the ringside area and climb up the ringside steps, entering the ring as the arena lights are turned back onto full and both members of L-A-C wait in the ring for their opponents
Loveless: Introducing next, hailing from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at 275lbs.. Paladin Wells...
Glitch Mob's remix of Seven Nation Army begins to play through the PA System and out through the entrance steps Paladin Wells to a loud ovation from the crowd, signifying the obvious fan favourite for this matchup, as he stands at the top of the entrance and looks ominously down to the ring where L-A-C are standing in wait. Down the ramp he slowly walks, until he reaches the ringside area where he stands and waits for the arrival of his tag team partner
Phoenix: Paladin is standing there waiting for the arrival of Roddick, but he has to be thinking to himself that he is doing this one on his own
Jeffrey: Who needs enemies when you have friends like Roddick...
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 balls backstage, laughing at the crowd jeering him.
Jeffrey: I love it when Rog does that, every week he comes out here and teases to give some tennis balls to the crowd and every week he changes mind, yet the crowd still fall for it each and every week.. Its classic Rog
Rog Roddick looks as though he is going to set off down to the ring, but then stops and laughs as he turn around and regains stood on the stage area, practicing tennis shots as if he was warming up for the US Open, as he hits imaginary tennis balls, ignoring Paladin and L-A-C as he just amuses himself on the stage.
Phoenix: It doesn't even look like Rog is interested in coming down the ramp, he is more bothered about swinging his racket.
Jeffrey: He is perfecting hi serve Scott, that's how he came to have one of the most deadly accurate serves in the tennis world... Perfection!!
Paladin Wells had turns his back to the ring as he stands there watching Rog practice his tennis swing and completely disregarding both Paladin and the match he was suppose to be in, as Paladin shouts up at Rog, but to no avail, as Rog ignores Paladin which only seems to anger the third generation wrestler, who begins to walk up the ramp to confront his supposed tag team partner. Just as Rog sets off back up the ramp though, both Steele Saunders and Von Munro jump out of the ring and run to catch up to Wells, as they meet him with a clubbing blow to the back of Paladin, sending the Skill Set members reeling forward, falling onto the ramp below him. Both members of L-A-C begin to assault Wells, before Saunders drags him up to his feet and they march him back towards the ring, jointly tossing him under the bottom rope and rolling to the centre of the squared circle.
Phoenix: Law Abiding Citizens just jumped Paladin from behind
Jeffrey: If Paladin was focused on his match and not going after Roddick then they wouldn't have been able to jump him Scott.
Phoenix: You can't blame this on Paladin, he has been deserted by Roddick and left to fight both members of L-A-C by himself
Jeffrey: I just call it as I see it.
Steele Saunders climbs the ring steps and enters the ring as Von Munro makes his way around the outside of the ring until he reaches their designated corner, and with 2 men inside the ring, the referee rings the bell and gets the match official started, as Saunders wastes no time in going straight after Wells, who was slowly regaining his footing, but Saunders meets him with yet another stiff forearm shot which floors the wrestler. Whilst Wells is on the canvas, Saunders begins to kick his grounded opponent, un-relentless with the attack as he lands 10 straight stomps to the gut of Wells, before he takes a rest and looks up at the disapproving crowd.
Phoenix: Saunders isn't a wrestler, he is a straight out brawler
Jeffrey: It appears as if L-A-C have brought a gun to a knife fight...
Phoenix: What does that mean
Jeffrey: Why wrestle the man when you can just beat him up
Saunders bends down and grabs a hold of Paladin Wells head and drags him up to his feet and stares into his eyes as he delivers a big head butt to Wells, knocking his opponent to the floor yet again, and then reaching down and grabbing his arm before dragging the fallen body of Wells over to their corner as Saunders reaches out his hand and tags in his tag team partner, Von Munro who enters the ring and takes a hold of the arm that Saunders was holding and places the arm on the mat and stomps on the hand of Wells, who reacts by letting out a loud moan as Munro looks pleased with his involvement so far in the match.
Phoenix: von has contributed one stomp to the hand and he is acting like he has already won the match, it will take more than that to keep Paladin down
Jeffrey: He is just getting warmed up Scott
Phoenix: What is Rog doing on the entrance stage now?
At the top of the ramp, Roddick has stopped practicing his tennis swing as he briefly looks on down at the ring, with an ever increasing smile on his face at what he is seeing before he turns and walks off the ramp back through the entrance curtain, but he doesn't stay gone for long as he quickly re-emerges, but this time with some tennis balls in hand as he begins to bounce the tennis ball on his racket, alternating the side of the racket he is hitting the ball on, as he shows off to the crowd, not even watching the racket or the ball as he continues to hit the ball
Jeffrey: Look at the hand to eye coordination that Rog is displaying Scott, what an athlete
Von Munro has dragged Paladin Wells back up to his feet and wraps his arms around him, as he lifts him up in a Belly to Belly suplex, dropping Wells back to the canvas who has yet to mount an offense in the match so far as Von Munro stands up, and points to Wells, laughing out loud which is met with jeers from the crowd, which only seems to make Munro smile and laugh harder, as he walks over to Wells, helping him once again to his feet, before grabbing hold of an arm and Irish Whipping him across the ring, into the corner turnbuckle, but Wells manages to reverse the Irish Whip attempt and it is Munro who is sent crashing into the turnbuckle.
Phoenix: Paladin Wells finally starting to turn the momentum now
Von Munro just seems to bounce off the turnbuckle pads though and uses them as almost like a springboard and comes running out of the corner, faster than he ran into it and drops Wells in the centre of the ring with a vicious clothesline, as the smile has gone from Munro's face and he means all business as he drops down onto the fallen Wells for the pin attempt
1...
2.. KICKOUT
Jeffrey: So Close, Munro nearly took Wells head off with that shot and was nearly awarded the victory as a prize
Paladin Wells manages to get a shoulder up, not willing to give up just yet, as Munro stands up and slaps his hands three times at the referee signalling that he thought it should have been 3 and not 2, however the referee corrects and tells him it was 2. Munro looks at Wells and then turns and sees Saunders reaching out his arm, trying too get his partners attention as Munro walks back to his corner and tags in his partner back into the match
Jeffrey: Here comes Saunders do deliver some more punishment to the lone Paladin Wells
Phoenix: Paladin never stood a chance in this match, he has been at a disadvantage since it began
Steele Saunders steps into the ring as he stand and watches as Paladin gets up to his hands and knees and turns towards his corner, instinctively looking for the tag, but he looks up and sees that there is no one there and that he truly is on his own, as Saunders walks around to the head of Wells and bends down to pick up Paladin once again, but this time as Paladin regains one knee, he throws a punch to the gut followed by a second and third, as he tries to fight his way to his feet, but instead of standing up, Paladin wraps his arm around the head of Saunders and pulls him down, using his own legs to hook Saunders legs as he rolls him forward in a small package pin attempt
1...
2.. KICKOUT
Phoenix: Ohh... I thought Paladin had managed to pull off the upset then with that quick roll up
Saunders is the first back up to his feet, irate that Paladin Wells nearly got the pinfall on him but Paladin Wells is no slouch and manages to roll away from the oncoming stomps from Saunders as he continues to roll until he rolls all the way out of the ring under the bottom rope, landing on the outside on his feet
Jeffrey: Look at Paladin running away scared
Phoenix: He wasn't running Ray, he used some excellent ring awareness to roll out of danger and give himself a quick rest, after all he is fighting both men on his own here
Steele Saunders without thinking, jumps through the middle ropes onto the floor below, but as he does, Paladin slides under the bottom rope back into the ring, which angers Saunders a little bit more as he still fails to get his hands on him, and he follows Wells back under the bottom rope into the ring, but Paladin was waiting for him, and has already began to run across the ring, coming back off the ropes just as Saunders is standing up and whilst he is bent over, Paladin grabs a hold of Saunders head and spins it around, with a spinning running neck breaker on the agressive Saunders.
Phoenix: Paladin needs to take advantage of this now
Jeffrey: This would be the time that he would be looking for the tag to a hot tag team partner, but unfortunately for him, Roddick is more interested in practicing his ball skills tonight
Phoenix: Paladin Wells is showing some of his third generation wrestling skills now, outsmarting the more agressive opponent
Jeffrey: He was running away from him a minute ago and now you are saying he out smarted him
Paladin Wells stands up quickly, feeling the energy from the crowd who have now come alive after the neck breaker and he bends over, dragging Saunders to his feet, hooking his head and lifting the L-A-C member off his feet in a suplex, crashing Steele Saunders down to the mat hard, to which Paladin, keeping hold of the hook around the head of Saunders, rolls backwards into a pinning situation
1...
2.. KICKOUT
Once again Saunders kicks out of the pin attempt, but it was almost as if Paladin knew that he wouldn't get the three count as he is straight to his feet, pulling up Saunders by his arm and then proceeding to Irish whip Saunders across the ring onto the ropes, but as Saunders hits the ropes, Munro reaches out and gets the blind tag. Saunders runs back at Wells as Paladin stands tall, and grapples Saunders as he returns and throws Steele over his head in an overhead release Belly to Belly Suplex, which gets a huge ovation from the crowd as the pace has suddenly quickened and the faster pace is definitely to the advantage of Wells.
Phoenix: Paladin is on a roll now, this is his opportunity
In the ring steps Munro though, still not seen by Wells and Munro charges at Wells just as Paladin turns around, and Munro extends his arm for a big clothesline, but Paladin is quick to react and ducks the clothesline attempt. Munro stops his momentum after missing the clothesline and turns around straight into the grapple of Wells once again, who delivers another huge Belly to Belly suplex and all of a sudden, it is Paladin Wells who is the only man left standing in the ring and the crowd begin to cheer for Wells as they get louder and louder.
Jeffrey: Come on referee, Paladin can't attack both men like that, Saunders wasn't even the legal man
Phoenix: Paladin is the only man left standing now, it looks like he could finally have turned the tide in this match
Suddenly onto of the stage, Rog Roddick stops messing around with his tennis ball and racket as he looks on and sees Paladin Wells gaining the upper hand, and he drops the tennis racket onto the stage and runs down to the ringside area, but this is un-noticed by Wells, who picks up the legal man, Munro and throws him into the corner turnbuckle, slumping Munro in the corner this time from the impact. Paladin Wells feels the energy from the crowd, and straddles Munro in the corner, climbing up to the second rope with Munro trapped in front of him, he raises his right fist in the air and he throws it down onto the head of Munro as the crowd all chant along, counting
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
Paladin Wells raises his arm for the final time as the crowd all prepare for the elusive tenth punch to the head, but just as Wells is about to swing the punch down, Rog Roddick jumps up onto the apron of the ring, and slaps the back of Wells hard, as Wells looks down in confusion and then sees the referee slap his hands together in the air, signalling that the tag had been made and Rog Roddick was now the legal man in the match.
Jeffrey: Finally, Paladin Wells has tagged Roddick into this match instead of trying to do it all himself
Phoenix: Are we watching the same match Ray? Roddick just waited until Paladin finally had the upper hand and then decided he would tag himself into the match after Paladin has done all of the work
Paladin Wells never got to throw the tenth punch as he jumps down from the middle rope and watches as Rog Roddick climbs into the ring, shouting at Wells to get out of the ring, as he begins to try and get himself pumped up as if the crowd were chanting for him, but the chants are all in his head as the crowd is jeering not cheering. shaking his head, Paladin Wells goes to step through the ropes onto the apron, but as he is bent over and half way through stepping between the ropes to the apron, Rog Roddick runs and raises his boot to the shoulder of Paladin, knocking him through the ropes onto the floor below, and then turns around raising his arms in the air like he has just won the US Open.
Jeffrey: Rog Roddick just giving Paladin a helping hand out of the ring there, see I told you that Roddick was a considerate person.
Phoenix: He just kicked Paladin out of the ring
Rog Roddick then turns towards Munro who is still slumped in the corner and clenches his right fist and then points at Munro with his left hand, signalling as if he was going to finish what Paladin had started, and once again, it is almost as if Rog is hearing a completely different crowd response than everyone else in the arena, in his own head, the crowd are loving everything he is doing. He slowly walks towards Munro, but by now, Von has had enough time to recover and he stand up tall from the slumped position which stops Rog in his tracks as Munro stares down intensely at Roddick, and just as Roddick begins to slowly back off, he suddenly hits a brick wall, or at least he hoped it was a brick wall.
Phoenix: Uh Oh Roddick, I wouldn't turn around if I were you...
The crowd are all cheering the unfortunate situation Roddick has found himself in as he reaches behind him with his hand, still not looking as he feels the riot vest and jeans that he has backed off into, the realisation coming across his face now that it wasn't a wall he backed into, instead it was Steele Saunders who had also had adequate time to recover and was stood tall, blocking Roddick's escape route.
Phoenix: This isn't going to be good for Roddick...
Roddick turns around and shows some fight as he turns around swinging, but the shots almost have no effect as Saunders plants his hand firmly onto the head of Roddick, and swings his head forward, delivering a huge head butt to Roddick, but it doesn't flatten the former tennis pro as he is sent stumbling into a big right hand from Munro and then again he turns and stumbles into a second right hand from Saunders as Roddick is stuck between a Rock and a Hard Place literally.
Jeffrey: Come on referee, there are two of them in the referee, this isn't a doubles match
Munro grabs a hold of the dazed Roddick and calls over Saunders who takes a hold of the other side of Rog, and Rog finds himself being picked up into a cradle position by both men and simultaneously they throw him high into the air, and then move out of the way as Roddick comes crashing down with nothing to break his fall except for the canvas
Phoenix: Sky Lift Slam!!!!
Von Munro being the legal man, drops on Roddick for the cover as Saunders keeps a watch over them to make sure Paladin Wells was not to interfere, but Wells had only just regained his feet in time to see the body of Roddick being flung into the air and crashing down to the canvas hard thanks to the devastating sky lift slam, and can do nothing but watch on in disbelief as the referee begins the count
1...
2...
3!!!
Jeffrey: Law Abiding Citizens win, even if it was under questionable circumstances, Roddick hadn't even got warmed up before they attacked him
Von Munro and Steele Saunders both stand tall in the ring over a fallen Rog Roddick as the referee raises their arms, as they look on at Paladin Wells who slowly begins to back up the ramp, keeping his eyes on the ring at all times, still in disbelief that the match he was in control of and looked like he may win, had turned around so drastically, not because he was left alone, but because his tag team partner had decided to get involved when he was doing fine by himself.
Loveless: The winners of this match by way of pin fall, Von Munro and Steele Saunders... Law Abiding Citizens
As Paladin Wells reaches the top of the ramp, still staring down at Rog Roddick and Law Abiding Citizens in the ring, he turns around to walk through the curtain, but then is all of a sudden dropped to the steel stage hard, as through the curtain, running and diving with a huge spear is Leon Britton, as he drove Paladin Wells almost through the steel stage.
Phoenix: What the hell!!!
Jeffrey: Its Leon Britton... the brother of the man he beat last week...
Phoenix: First Paladin fights an almost 2 on 1 match where even his tag team partner was against him and then out of nowhere is attacked by Leon Britton
Jeffrey: Its 4CW Scott, you gotta love it, you never know what is going to happen
Leon Britton stands up to his feet as from the curtain, walks Christopher Dawson and Charles Britton, who Wells had defeated last week in a triple threat match and all three men stand over Paladin Wells before Christopher Dawson bends down and whispers something in Paladins ear, before standing back up and raising the arms of the Great Britton's and then all three men retreat back through the curtain
Phoenix: What a dastardly organised hit and run attack by the Great Britton's, obviously orchestrated by Christopher Dawson
Jeffrey: It was an in-genius attack and they managed to finish the job they tried to start last week... When Dawson starts something, this proves that one way or another, he finishes it...
Phoenix: We have to take a quick break here, come right back!
Phoenix: Welcome back ladies and gent...
Suddenly, “Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine appears on stage, microphone in hand. He sports an irritated as he doesn't waste any time to showboat as he normally would. He marches down the ramp to a few cheers, but he keeps his eyes focused on the ring. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and walks up the steel steps with authority and into the ring through the ropes. He then paces around waiting for his entrance music to finish, but also searching for the right words while controlling his anger. Finally the music slowly dies down and the crowd’s noise dissipates. Valentine stands there with a scowl on his face and slowly raises the microphone to his lips.
Valentine: I have no one to blame but myself. I let the Fat Man get one over on me and it cost me big.
Valentine looks down at his feet, pausing for a brief moment.
Jeffery: That’s right. Valentine is out of the tournament! Could you imagine this punk as 4CW Champion?
Phoenix: Actually this time last year, he was well on his way to become the next 4CW Champion.
Jeffery: Oh please. Don’t make me laugh Scott.
Valentine looks back up and starts again.
Valentine: You see I allowed myself to believe that Chris “Belly” Marks wasn’t focused on me until our match at Gallow’s End. I believed that his full undivided attention was on our new owner Chris Drake. The sad part is that when I started hearing and then seeing things that were reminiscent of my old stable New Redemption, I actually believe it was my old lackey, Minion was hell bent on getting some revenge on me. You see he was a complicated, devious, greedy, and very jealous individual.
Jack Valentine begins to pace back and forth in the ring as he begins to explain the history of New Redemption.
Valentine: I think it’s very important that I explain New Redemption and its core members. As you all know, I am a 4CW original. I was on the very first show that ever aired back in 2004 and much like this Title Tournament we have now, myself, guys who helped create this business like [chux] and Inferno also all had a tournament to crown the first ever 4CW Champion.
Jeffery: Does he have to mention that every time he opens his mouth?
Phoenix: Shut up Ray, this is history!
Valentine: During this time, I teamed up with a friend of mine in Mullet Superior. Weird guy as we all know, but he’s the reason I got my first contract here in 4CW. Our first month or two in 4CW wasn’t going very well, so we teamed up with the biggest and strongest guy they had at the time in Minion. And that’s all the guy was. A dimwitted six foot nine monster with the strength of a gorilla. As soon as we teamed up our luck started to change. We soon gave our group a name as Muller Superior came up with “Redemption”. Although I believe that our or his redemption was that he went from a laughingstock of a character to a legit World champion contender. Regardless, the name stuck and we started to rise. We soon added Roman to our ranks and Minion was going head to head with [chux] in a three stages of hell match. And that’s where it all went downhill.
Jeffery: Yawn!
Phoenix: You used to be the biggest fan of New Redemption! You should want to hear this!
Jeffery: Ugh who cares, 2004 was almost ten years ago!
Valentine: Minion has to be the only wrestler in the history of the entire business to lose the first two matches in a two of three contest. The matches were actually held on two different shows and he dropped the ball big time. After [chux] went on to be the first champion, I don’t think Minion won another match in 2004. Mullet Superior was losing to newbies and Roman’s heart wasn’t in it anymore. We disbanded and I was on my own for awhile. I had my issues with 4CW and one of them was whenever I attempted to get my career back on track, management forced those losers back on me. It never stuck, it wouldn’t work. I was a former 4CW champion; I wrestled at the first Revival defeating 4CW Hall of Famer Inferno in the process. Yet Superior and Minion return and expect me to just fall in line. We fizzled out quick and it took years before I attempted a real comeback. Enter 2012.
Jeffery: You know I have to hand it to him.
Phoenix: You do?
Jeffery: The man has a true talent. He manages to always list his accomplishments in everything he says! Amazing!
Valentine: Eight year later from when we first formed. 4CW returns and so did the man who helped start it the first time. I went head to head with Supreme, another Hall of Famer. I brought back Minion as a favor and he offered me protection. Once Supreme started rebuilding his old faction in High Society, we had a full blown stable war. The Mad Dog was undisputed at the helm, renaming our crew “NEW” Redemption, to rid the bad karma of the old failed group. And sure enough I led my troops to victory. I then turned my attention towards the 4CW Title only to have brothers, led by Minion, continue to mess with Supreme and abandon me in my time of need. During the most important match of my life!
Valentine calms himself back down and continues speaking.
Valentine: Needless to say, we had a falling out. Everything I’d done for them and they follow the Scarecrow of the group, right down the yellow brick road and out of 4CW. I've never met a more jealous man. Minion wanted my chance at the title, my power, my charisma.....everything! So you’ll understand why it was so easy for Belly to play mind tricks on me. The random members being seen backstage, the New Redemption shirt stuck to the front of my locker via large knife, and then J.J. Blaze wearing a very similar New Redemption shirt. I have to hand it to you Chubs. You got me.
Jeffery: Ok, is this finished yet?
Valentine: I also have to hand it to you, when you attacked my opponent so I’d definitely get the loss. That’s smart. Genius even. I can’t wait for Gallow’s End and I can get my…..
Suddenly, a loud bell rings over the PA system signally Redemption and New Redemption’s theme song “Hells Bells” by AC/DC and the lights even dim. Valentine looks towards the top of the entrance ramp and shakes his head grinning. Chris “Belly” Marks slowly walks out with his defunct Universal Championship draped over his left shoulder and he holds a microphone in his right hand as he chuckles. The lights quickly come back on and the music stops and Belly can be heard laughing.
Valentine: You think it’s a real hoot don’t you Chubs?
Belly calms himself down and raises the microphone to his mouth.
Belly: Hello friends! And, uh, Pooch. I have to say, I’ve loved being inside your head these past weeks. Lots of space.
Valentine: Well if anybody needs space….
Belly: Alright, alright we get it I’m large. I didn’t come out here to go back and forth with you. I came out here for two reasons. First off, I plead innocent. I never did any of those things you accused me of. Well except for your match last Storm Front. That was all me. I mean payback is a bitch.
Valentine rolls his eye.
Valentine: Just like it wasn’t you who JUST walked out here to New Redemption’s old theme song!
Belly: I just so happen to like….
Valentine: Let’s get this straight Chubs! You will no longer be able to surprise me with past shit. I will not lose my focus again and at Gallow’s End….
Belly: About that!
Belly takes a few steps back and grabs a black bag from backstage while walking back forward.
Belly: That’s the second reason I’m out here Pooch! At Gallow’s End, I’m upping the ante! This championship is mine and if you want to come take it from me; you’re going to have to compete in a type of match that’s brutal, cruel, and life threatening. It pushes the limits of television and is guaranteed to shorten careers. And it’s also a match that you’ve never competed in before. So good luck Jack, you’ll be needing it.
Belly drops the mic and “By Myself” by Linkin Park hits. Before Valentine can respond, Belly reaches into the black bag and pulls out a long rope and holds it up high for all to see. He releases part of the rope so it swings down, before catching it again. The end of the rope swings forward revealing a tied noose and Valentine looks on in shock as the crowd gasps and cheers. Belly grins and lays the noose at the top of the stage for Valentine and heads backstage.
Phoenix: What an exchange! The 4CW Universal Championship will be on the line at Gallows End and it will be, as we have just been told, in the Gallow's Pole Match!
Jeffery: Valentine is so screwed. Look at him. He has nothing to say and has no idea what to do.
Phoenix: Let's get straight to our next match up...
Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a second round 4CW Championship tournament bout. It is scheduled for one fall, introducing first hailing from Swansea, Wales! Standing 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds! “THE BRUISER” RHYSUS!!!!
"The Turning Point" by Killswitch Engage hits and Rhysus emerges from backstage and the crowd goes nuts. Rhysus raises his arms up to the crowd and shouts out to them before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He hops up and runs to the closest turnbuckle, hoping up and raising his hands to the crowd and they cheer louder. He hops back down and prepares himself for his crazy opponent.
Loveless: And his opponent, hailing from Osaka, Japan! Standing 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing in at 245 pounds! KENSAI!!!!
“Fascination Street” by Chimaira hits and Kensai appears on stage. He keeps his focus on Rhysus and just moves down the ramp not acknowledging the booing crowd. He slides right into the ring not taking his eyes off of Rhysus. He gets to his feet and heads right over to Rhysus. The Bruiser says something but is immediately shoved by Kensai. He lunges after the Japanese superstar, but Kensai ducks under the attempt, turns back around, and starts laying into Rhysus with his right hand while holding the back of Rhysus’ head with his left. The official scurries over and notions for the bell.
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
Phoenix: And just like that this second round matchup is under way!
After taking a few shots, Rhysus grabs Kensai with both hands and throws up his knee, forcing it into his opponent’s gut. Kensai leans over holding his stomach and Rhysus quickly pulls up his elbow and slams it down into the back of Kensai’s head. He pulls his elbow up again and repeats, knocking Kensai to the mat as he holds the back of his head. Rhysus follows up with some stomps to the back, as Kensai rolls away and out of the ring. The crowd cheers for Rhysus’ offense as Kensai takes a minute to reevaluate his plan of attack. Kensai shouts back at the crowd and climbs up the apron. Kensai looks back to the crowd shouting something and Rhysus sees an opportunity and charges. Kensai looks back and sees The Bruiser running at him full speed, Kensai quickly side steps him and times a well-placed kick to the head of Rhysus. Rhysus slowly stumbles back from running into the foot of Kensai. He looks up from a daze and sees the Japanese superstar jump onto the top rope with great balance and then lunge at him with a clothesline that he connects with dropping him! Kensai makes the cover!
1…
2.. Kickout!
Phoenix: What a start to this second round matchup!
Jeffery: I knew the Asians were always smarter than the Americans.
Phoenix: Rhysus is from England.
Jeffery: Yeah. Where did Americans “liberate” from, Scott?
Rhysus rolls over to the corner and uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. He rests in the corner, only to look up and see Kensai heading straight for him. Rhysus quickly jumps up and extends his feet as Kensai runs his face right into the boot of Rhysus. He stumbles backwards and Rhysus lifts himself up, so he’s sitting on the top turnbuckle. He stands on the second rope and just as Kensai turns back to face him, he leaps off with both his hands held above his own head and slams them down onto the skull of Kensai for a big Double Axe Handle. Kensai looks out on his feet as he staggers away. Rhysus comes up behind him and grabs him around the waist, immediately lifting him up and backwards over his own body and into a bridge for a German Suplex as Kensai’s head and neck smack into the canvas. Rhysus holds on for the pin.
1…
2.. Kickout!
Phoenix: Kickout by Kensai! Rhysus is really heating up!
Jeffery: But this Kensai guy is crazy! Did you forget what he’s been doing to Sery all these weeks? He’ll pull it out in the end.
Both men get to their feet with Rhysus up first. He grabs Kensai by his head, but Kensai quickly kicks the left knee of Rhysus and he buckles releasing the hold on Kensai’s head. Kensai swiftly begins a barrage of kicks to the legs and abdomen, with a few jabs to the face and chest. Rhysus is helpless as he cannot keep up with the Japanese superstar’s attack and finds himself in the center of the ring. Kensai connects with a well-placed kick to the back of Rhysus’ knee and he drops down to one knee. Kensai quickly runs the ropes, runs back at Rhysus, steps onto the good knee of Rhysus and then drives his own knee right into the face of his opponent for wicked looking Shinning Wizard! Rhysus falls over holding his head and face. Kensai begins to stalk his prey awaiting the rise of Rhysus who struggles to stand. He gets to his feet and turns around, Kensai tries to kick Rhysus in his stomach, but he catches the foot. Before Rhysus can react, Kensai’s other foot quickly comes up and smacks Rhysus in the side of the head as a loud smack noise is heard for an Insiguri Kick! Rhysus stumbles in place, but is quickly dropkicked to the mat by Kensai.
Phoenix: Two big moves by Kensai! Both concentrated on the cranium of Rhysus!
Jeffery: The one place Rhysus doesn't have to worry about any long term damage.
Kensai heads over to the turnbuckle and signals for a big maneuver. Rhysus is far away, but Kensai seems confident he can make the jump. Finally after sizing up his opponent’s distance, Kensai leaps across the ring at Rhysus! Suddenly, Rhysus springs to his feet, lunges forward, catches Kensai in midair around the midsection, and drives him into the mat for a huge reversal Spear! Both men remain down!
Phoenix: What a reversal! He may have broken Kensai in half!
The crowd cheers for Rhysus as he crawls over Kensai and drapes his body over him for the count. The official slides in for the cover!
1…
2.. KICKOUT!
Kensai throws his shoulder up just in time to stay alive and Rhysus can’t believe it. Rhysus holds out three fingers to the official before giving up on arguing. Rhysus slowly gets to his feet bringing Kensai with him. He kicks the Japanese superstar in the gut and wraps his right arm around his head and pulls him backwards, driving his exposed head into the canvas for a DDT. Instead of going for the cover. Rhysus heads over to the turnbuckle and awaits the rise of Kensai, clearly setting up for another Spear.
Jeffery: Another spear?!
Phoenix: If he connects with this one Kensai will literally be broken in half! Rhysus is a beast!
Kensai stands and slowly turns towards his opponent. Rhysus explodes out of the turnbuckle running full force at Kensai. But Kensai steps into a big time Superkick that Rhysus runs into full force with the top of his head taking the brunt of the blow. Rhysus drops to the mat as if just hit with a sniper bullet. Kensai screams out to the crowd and again ascends the turnbuckle to the top.
Phoenix: Another reversal! This time Kensai! Now he’s setting up to finish off Rhysus!
Jeffery: Aaaah! It’s time for the Rising Sun!
Kensai prepares for his finisher and has Rhysus real close. He attempts to jump looks out and sees none other than Sery running down the entrance ramp and stopping just outside of the ring. Kensai drops down and while holding his ribs, heads over to Sery. The two men engage in a back and forth battle of words. Kensai even puts his head through the ropes and yells at Sery. Sery won’t enter the ring or attack, so Kensai pulls himself back in the ring and waves off Sery. He turns around only to have Rhysus catch him by complete surprise and he quickly rolls him up into a small package! The official counts as Kensai waves his only free appendage in his left arm around wildly!
1…
2…
3!!!
*Ding* *Ding* Ding*
Phoenix: He got him!
Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match……THE BRUISER RHYSUS!!!!!!
"The Turning Point" by Killswitch Engage hits and Rhysus slowly stands and has his hand risen by the official. He’s in pain but still yells out to his fans as they go wild. Kensai pops his head up revealing an “O” face and is shocked. That shock quickly turns to anger as he looks out to Sery heading back up the ramp. Kensai rolls out of the ring and chases after. Rhysus continues to celebrate in the ring.
Jeffery: That! That bastard! He had no right.
Phoenix: What goes around comes around Ray. Nevertheless, Rhysus advances.
As Phoenix finishes his sentence he puts his right hand to his ear and listens for a few seconds. He nods and looks towards the camera, addressing it.
Phoenix: I'm just getting word about MainEvent Mike Nichols.
Jeffery: I'm still not sure if I'm supposed to like him or hate him. One week he's great and pissing all over every one, the next he's bending over and taking it like he's [chux]. Gah, pick a side Nichola.
Phoenix, open mouthed and staring at Ray Jeffery, begins to speak again. Thank you Ray. Anyway, I just had word about Mike Nichols, and he's going to be here next week with an announcement. The phrase used to me was 'huge announcement'
Jeffery: He's got her pregnant already? Damn that boy works quick...
As we come back from commercial the 4CWtron fazes into life and draws the audience into the backstage area loading docks. In her street clothes, Courtney Frost is sitting on the edge of the last empty 18-wheeler hookup, feet swaying in the air. She’s holding an ice-pack to her neck with three bandaged fingers on her left hand. There’s a small bit of bruising on the left side of her face. She’s doing her best to hide the aches and pains of what was, in effect, an in-ring car-crash in front of a packed 4CW arena. Her eyes are wide in disbelief of just HOW BAD she got spanked in her first, albeit unwanted, wrestling match. She’s rocking back and forth as she slightly leans over the ledge to the six foot drop of the loading dock.
Behind her, she hears the distinct sound of a beverage can being cracked open. She turns to see Warric Wells, in his street clothes standing behind her, with a one-short-of-a-six pack of Budweiser® Selects® in his left hand – the six-ring holder one shy, with the missing beer in his right hand.
Warric, without speaking a word offers Frost a beer.
Wordlessly, Courtney Frost accepts, and pats the ledge next to her, wanting Warric to sit down beside her. He doesn’t even say a word as he sits down next to her. It could be seen in HIS wide-eyed glare that his mind was reflecting on the beating HE received from Rog Roddick and LAC tonight. A second beer cracks open and the two bump their respective beers together, and silently, start to sip on their beers – a look of shock still on their faces.
The two look at each other for a few moments, and then both turn to stare at the back-of-the-arena loading dock/parking area. Frost takes a deep breath, and exhales. Warric breathes deeply out of his nose, silently.
Frost takes another sip of her beer. Warric Wells pounds down his entire can in one long gulp, and reaches for a second, only to see that the six pack (now 4 pack) is missing.
Warric looks up slightly to see a wide-eyed, shocked-looking Kensai Jin Lee; already changed into his street clothes; holding the beer ring in his left hand. Kensai hands Paladin Wells one of the four remaining beers, and takes one – opening it for himself, and sitting down beside Warric.
It could be seen on Kensai’s face – the shock and realization that his hopes of winning the 4CW championship were gone. He’d lost his tournament match, and it was Sery that cost him the match. The little shit got him back. He was out-snookered by a per-pubescent-teen-looking man. Kensai doesn’t say a word as he slightly leans over and nods to Courtney Frost, bumping her outstretched beer with his, before taking his first sip of Budweiser.
Finally, the silence was broken, as all three spoke the same four words simultaneously.
Courtney/Warric/Kensai: We need more beer.
As the three of them all start to get up to head out to a local watering hole for the night, the camera fades out and refocus' to show Sery, much to the delight of the crowd, taping up his hands and wrists in his locker room. He throws some punches.
The camera then cuts to a dark room. A few candles light the room, and on the floor is a large white pentagram with Carstein sat in the middle, eyes closed, meditating.
Phoenix: Two different styles of match preparation from two different wrestlers. After the break we get to see them go head to head. Don’t go anywhere folks!
Jeffrey: Before the commercial break though Scott, it's time to take a break from the live action here as we have the next instalment of B-TV to show the world
Phoenix: You know what Ray, if it is going to be the same propaganda as we saw earlier, then I don't think any of us actually need to see what ever Belly has prepared for us, it will be something along the lines of, Chris Drake is a liar, Chris Drake is evil, Chris Drake blah blah blah
Jeffrey: Have you already seen this next video?
Phoenix: Just let's get it over with and then maybe we can get back to what is really important and that's some matches and not Belly's attempt at painting a negative light upon the owner, and may I remind you.. the man who is also your boss... Chris Drake.
Jeffrey: Role the footage...
The 4CW Tron once again flickers off the live arena feed and briefly onto a black screen as the red B-TV logo appears in the bottom left hand corner of the screen, before the blackness fades and the footage continues to play from where the earlier instalment ended, as Belly's arm is extended, with his hand on the large hotel door, pulling it towards him, as the camera gets a clear shot of Chris Drake at the back of the bar area, seated on one of the black and red swivel chairs, leaning on the round table in front of him, with his bourbon glass in hand as he is staring at the pieces of stacked paper. The image of Chris Drake doesn't stay on the screen for long though as the camera turns to the right and instead of continuing straight on into the hotel bar, Belly swings a right and the image shows the bright yellow and cream reception area of the hotel, with the reception staff working tirelessly behind the desk, not noticing the ominous figure of Belly enter the hotel and stood facing them with camera in hand.
Walking a few steps towards the desk, Belly and the camera turns a sharp left as the big man moves deceptively quickly, managing to lunge himself into a an open elevator door, just before the metal sliding door closes shut and Belly's arm reaches out visible on the camera again as he reaches out pressing the button "4" as he swings the camera around quickly, showing the world his smug face
Belly: "One would think that a man f such high standing in the business world that Chris Drake likes us to think he has, would be able to afford the Penthouse room at the Four Seasons... the idea of staying on a mid level floor in the New York Manhattan, is something I would associate with a working class family, straddling the breadline, saving money where possible.. But here we are my friend, the fourth floor is where you have called home, so let's take a trip into your inner sanctum."
There is a quiet buzz of the bell in the elevator signalling it had stopped at the required level and the sliding doors once again open and Belly steps out into the corridor, painted with the vibrant yellow wallpaper as he turns the camera to the left and you can see a house keeping trolley parker in the corridor to the left, but without hesitation, he spins around to the right and begins to walk down the corridor, not looking at the room numbers on the rooms that he passes, seemingly as if he knows exactly which room he is heading for.
It doesn't take Belly long to reach his apparent destination though as he stops and points the camera towards the door labelled "414" and the camera becomes a little shaky once again, as Belly swaps the hand that he is using to hold the camera, and now with his right hand free, pulls out of his jeans pocket a NYMA room key card and in view of the camera, inserts it into the key swipe and the light on the hotel door turns from red to green as the hotel room door is open and as Belly steps inside, the automatic lights turn on inside the room.
Belly: "The inner Sanctum of Chris Drake, this is exciting, don't you all think... We finally get to see behind the scenes of such a powerful and important man... "
Phoenix: How did Belly get a key card to Chris Drakes room...
Jeffrey: Quiet down Scott
Phoenix: This is breaking and entering
Jeffrey: Obviously Chris Drake had lent Belly his key card, it's not breaking and entering if Belly doesn't break anything.. it's just.. Entering...
Belly slowly steps inside the room as the door swings closed behind him and slams shut and cautiously, Belly begins to pan the camera around the room, starting at the neatly made double bed with the golden quilted duvet laying un touched on the bed, yet spread out across the duvet are pieces of paper, scattered around in no particular order, all filled with writing and then noticeable hand written scribed in the margins.
Belly: "Do you even sleep Chris? the bed looks untouched and the house keeping has not made it to this room yet... I know you are spending time in the bar my dear friend, but not sleeping is not good for you, I am concerned, as a friend, I am concerned..."
Belly's voice is calm, yet lacking sincerity as he continues to speak, and the camera slowly pans away from the bed covered in papers and pans around the room, everything else looking almost untouched as if there was no guest checked in to the room. The final image the camera shows is that of the laptop placed upon the corner desk before Belly spins the camera 180 degrees yet again to show his face as he continues to slowly walk around the room, but begins to talk into the camera instead of showing what he is up to.
Belly: "It's a little les business and corporate than I was expecting Chris... It is not even what I would expect from the Chris Drake of old... the man I used to know would have women and empty bottles spread out around the room, because that is the type of man you truly are, that is the man that nobody ever saw. This is from one extreme to the other though my friend..."
The camera is once again turned around and focuses on the papers spread around the surface of the bed as Belly begins to move towards it and the papers start to become slowly visible and legible, but it is at that point Belly quickly spins the camera around, showing just half of his face...
Belly: "BUT... BUT... Never let it be said my friends that Belly does not respect privacy... I could have easily shown the world what was on these papers, the account numbers, the details, the amounts, the figures they show... But because of my high moral integrity my friend, I will not show these details to the 4CW world... You can rest easy oh glorious leader that the information in front of me, will never be shown to anyone, after all, this is your private correspondence in you private hotel room after all... B-TV respects privacy my friends"
The screen fades to black as the B-TV logo takes over the screen once again before it returns to the live arena feed.
Phoenix: How can he get away with that, he has clearly just broke into Chris Drakes room and is looking at those private papers..
Jeffrey: You should be applauding the man Scott, what grace, dignity and high morality he has shown.. did you not hear him.. Belly respects privacy!!!
Phoenix: Oh yeah, really respects privacy as he films inside Chris Drakes private room
Jeffrey: Belly could have easily shown the world all of Chris Drakes private correspondence, but he didn't, because he has respect Scott.. something you need to learn around her and respect Belly.
Phoenix: Belly is taking this too far now Ray, he had proved nothing then, except Chris Drake is working that hard he is not sleeping.
Phoenix: We are back, and we’re going straight to Sarah Loveless in the ring.
We see Sarah in the ring with 4CW Senior Referee Derek Silverton, but only briefly as darkness engulfs the arena and Dire Strait’s “Money for Nothing” begins to play.
Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your main event of the evening, and it is a semi-final match in the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship Tournament. It is scheduled for one-fall, and count outs have been suspended!
I want my MTVVVVVVV
I want myyyyy
I want my MTVVVVVVV
Jeffrey: She really better not talk during the guitar solo.
Phoenix: I thought you don’t like Sery.
Jeffrey: I don’t, but I love this song.
The Guitar Solo blasts through the arena, and the crowd roar as Sery emerges from the back, a single spotlight shining down on him.
Loveless: Introducing first, from Antigo, Wisconsin, weighing in tonight at 185 lbs. SEEERRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
Over at the commentator’s table at ringside, Jeffrey starts air-guitaring to the music.
Jeffrey: Duuu du du duuuu du duuu du, du du du duuuuu du duduuuu du du duu dud uuu du duuu du du du du
Now look at them yo-yos, that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’, that the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
Sery looks determined and focused as he walks down the ramp, staring at the ring with a steely look on his face. No smiles and high fiving fans tonight!
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TVs
Sery reaches the ring, and slides in underneath the bottom rope.
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Jeffrey: Yeah Sery that’s you, you lil’ faggot.
Phoenix: Ray! You can’t use words like that!
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair.
The music stops. Sery’s spotlight disappears as red mist floods the ramp way and stage and Rob Zombie’s “The Lords of Salem” plays from the PA. Then the Lord of the Night, Carstein, rises from the mist on the stage, flanked by Renfield. Carstein and Renfield step off the list and walk down the ramp to the ring.
Loveless: And his opponent, being accompanied by Renfield, weighing in tonight at 231 lbs, CAAAAAARRRRSSTEEEEEIIIIINNNNN!
They both reach the ring and Carstein stares up at Sery, who stares back. Carstein slips off his frock coat, letting it drop to the floor. He then slides into the ring, and the ref calls for the bell as the lights come back.
Ding, ding, ding!!!
Carstein and Sery go nose-to-nose, and stare each other down. Suddenly, the kids in the arena show their allegiance.
Fans: SERY! SERY! SERY! SERY! SERY!
Sery nods his head and smiles, and points at a vocal group in the crowd cheering for him. But the teenagers and 20-somethings are having none of it!
Other fans: LET’S GO CARSTEIN! *clap, clap clap-clap-clap* LET’S GO CARSTEIN! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*
Phoenix: The 4CW crowd are really split down in the middle here tonight.
With Sery still smiling and pointing at his fans, Carstein grabs him by the throat, attempting to choke him. Sery gargles, but manages to knee Carstein in the stomach. Carstein lets Sery go and keels over slightly. Sery, free from the vampire’s grasp, runs off towards the ropes. He bounces off them and comes charging back towards Carstein. Carstein, back on his feet, grabs Sery as he runs and hoists him up into the air and back down to the mat with a scoop slam.
Carstein leaps up to his feet, Sery following suit. They both turn to look at each other, and both lunge. They tie up, and shove at each other.
Phoenix: Both guys showing a lot of aggression here tonight.
Despite Sery’s shoving, Carstein has greater strength, and manages to push Sery down onto his knees. He lets go of Sery, and smacks him in the chest with a hard knee. Sery wobbles, but stays on his knees. Carstein hits him again with another hard vicious knee kick. This time, Sery falls back into a seated position, the wind knocked out of him.
Carstein goes to kick Sery in the head, but Sery manages to duck Carstein’s attack. As Carstein’s leg sweeps harmlessly over his head, Sery grabs Carstein’s foot, and pulls. Carstein loses his balance and comes crashing down to the mat, landing awkwardly on his back.
Sery lets go of Carstein’s foot, and kips up. Once on his feet, he lands an elbow drop on Carstein’s chest. Sery stays on Carstein, attempting a pin.
1.. Kick out!
But it’s not enough to keep the Night’s Dark Master down! Grabbing Carstein’s arm, Sery locks in a Fujiwara armbar. Carstein grunts with the pain. The ref crouches down next to Carstein to see if he submits. Carstein furiously shakes his head. Sery keeps the hold locked in.
The ref again asks if Carstein submits, but again he shakes his head. Carstein looks over to the ropes and notices they’re too far away. So much for the easy way out! Using all his strength, Carstein instead powers up to his feet, Sery still holding his arm in the submission hold. Sery then shifts his grasp on the now standing Carstein, and locks in a wrist lock. Twisting Carstein’s arm, Carstein falls down to his knees.
Carstein turns his arm, and pulls Sery towards him. He scoops Sery up onto his shoulders. He gets to his feet, and drops Sery down onto the mat with a Samoan drop, Sery sandwiched between Carstein and the ring.
1...
2.. Kick out!
Carstein shrugs at Sery kicking out. He gets up, and grabs both of Sery’s wrists. He turns Sery over onto his stomach, stands behind Sery and pulls his arms towards him, Sery’s head lifting up.
Phoenix: What’s Carstein got planned here?
With the back of Sery’s head exposed, Carstein viciously stomps on it, drilling his face into the mat.
Phoenix: Oh good Lord!
Sery looks as if he’s out cold. Feeling rather cocky, Carstein climbs out of the ring and snatches a microphone from Sarah Loveless.
Carstein: I know, I know, you’re all thinking why don’t I simply pin Sery right now. But you see, that’s too easy.
Carstein walks up the steel steps onto the ring apron.
Carstein: Two months ago I said that if you get into the ring with me, I will end you. Yes, Sery is out cold, but I haven’t finished with him. Not yet. The pain is only just beginning.
Carstein ducks under the top rope and steps into the ring.
Carstein: But I don’t want to talk about retiring Sery. Rhysus, I hope you’re watching this right now. I want you to know what to expect at Gallows End. Earlier tonight, you said you were going to kill me. Good, that’s good. I want you to unleash a fury on me, Rhys, I want you to be a monster.
But I also want you to know that it won’t be that easy. Just look at Sery here, laying hurt. Yes you might very well kill me Rhysus, but I will take you down with me. So put your feet up and watch the show, watch what I do to Sery, and know that this is the fate that awaits you at Gallows End.
Carstein throws the microphone away, satisfied with his smack talk. He turns around to face Sery, and to his horror finds his foe up on his feet. Sery grabs a hold of Carstein, and heaves him into the air and hits a belly-to-belly suplex.
Phoenix: Carstein taking too much time there on the microphone. He really should’ve been focusing on Sery.
Sery, back on his feet, runs towards a ring corner, and quickly scrambles up the top rope. He turns around to face the fallen Carstein, and leaps into the air. But what he has planned will forever remain a mystery, as the Lord of the Night, back on his feet, too leaps into the air. Sery sees Carstein up, but it’s too late to do anything. Carstein connects with a picture-perfect dropkick into Sery’s chest whilst in mid-air, halting the smaller man’s momentum. The two men crash down onto the mat.
Carstein stirs first, and once up, approaches the nearest ring corner, and climbs up onto the top rope. Before he can attack, Sery runs up to him, runs up onto the second rope, and leaps into the air, and hits an enzugiri, he foot smacking into the back of Carstein’s head.
Phoenix: Beautiful move by Sery!
The force of Sery’s move causes Carstein to tumble straight down onto the floor outside the ring, crashing down onto the mats. Slightly dazed and a bit groggy, Carstein gets up, as Sery steps out onto the ring apron. Seeing Carstein up, Sery runs across the ring apron, jumps into the air and hits a flying knee ala Daniel Bryan onto Carstein.
Phoenix: Air Sery!
Sery’s momentum causes Carstein to falls backwards and he crashes into the crowd barrier. Sery sits him up, back against the barrier, and starts battering the fallen Carstein with lefts and rights all over the place.
Sery stops to taunt a bit, raising his arm and basking in the fans’ cheers. He snaps back to reality, and brings Carstein up to his feet. Carstein, still feeling a bit woozy, does nothing. Sery lays him across the crowd barrier and climbs up onto the ring apron. With Carstein resting on the crowd barrier, Sery leaps off the ring apron and hits a leg drop onto Carstein’s chest, arching his back on the barrier.
But on impact, Carstein catches Sery, and just about has enough strength to keep hold of him. Sery tries to wriggle out, but Carstein has him. Carstein slides off the barrier onto his feet, and then dumps Sery unceremoniously into the crowd. Clusters of gothic looking fans near the barrier cheer, and chant for their Vampiric hero.
Fans: FUCK ‘IM UP CARSTEIN, FUCK ‘IM UP! FUCK ‘IM UP CARSTEIN, FUCK ‘IM UP!
Jeffrey: Yeah Carstein, fuck him up!
Phoenix: Ray, for God’s sake!
Carstein uses the few second to catch his breath, as does Sery. Carstein bends over the barrier to reach his foe, but Sery fights off Carstein and stands up. Unfortunately for Sery, Carstein manages to grab a hold of him, and hoists him up into the air and over the barrier, and lands a vertical suplex right onto the floor. With Sery down and out, Carstein rolls into the ring, and slumps down in a corner to recover.
Phoenix: It’s a good job Hugh Knowles suspended count outs for this match, otherwise Sery would’ve been a goner!
Sery stirs, and slowly crawls towards the ring. He grabs a hold of the ring apron, and heaves himself up onto his feet, and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Carstein, far more recovered then Sery, gets up, and drags Sery to his feet. Once up, Carstein kicks him hard in the stomach.
Sery bends over in pain, then suffers a slap to the face courtesy of the Night’s Dark Master. Carstein then pushes Sery down to the mat. Carstein smirks, knowing Sery’s too tired to do much. He kicks at him. Sery tries to crawl away, and Carstein boots him up the arse.
Phoenix: Oh c’mon, what’s this all about?
Still smirking, Carstein slaps Sery on the back of the head, and again.
Carstein: This all you got, huh?
Feeling humiliated, Sery snaps. Using his anger as adrenaline, he gets up and unexpectedly Irish whips Carstein into a ring corner. Then sudden attack surprises Carstein, who’s not sure what to do. Sery, on the other hand, screams at the top of his voice, and charges at Carstein like a mad bull.
Sery smashes into Carstein, squashing him into the turnbuckles. Carstein stumbles out of the corner. Sery, from behind Carstein, grabs a hold of Carstein’s hair, jumps up onto the second rope, then drives Carstein’s face into mat with a bulldog. He rolls Carstein over onto his back, gets up, and hits a standing moonsault.
Phoenix: Wow, where the hell did this come from?
Sery remains on Carstein for the pin.
1...
2.. Kick out!
Sery can’t believe it. He stands up and argues with the ref.
Sery: That was a 3! God dammit it was a 3!
Carstein, back up, sneaks behind Sery and wraps his arms around his waist for a German suplex. But the still adrenalized Sery scouts the move. He wraps his leg around Carstein’s, blocking the move. Carstein realises it’s pointless to continue, so let’s go of Sery, and shoves him away. Then Sery turns around.
And as quick as the Flash, Sery lunges at Carstein, aiming to take him down with a spear. Carstein has him scouted, and catches him in a DDT position. Before he can plant his face on the mat however, Sery grabs a hold of Carstein’s legs and pulls them up towards him. Carstein falls backwards onto his back, releasing Sery from the DDT position. As he lands, Carstein grabs Sery by the ankle and pulls him down with him. Sery crashes down to the mat. Carstein, still holding onto Sery’s ankle, jumps to his feet, twists Sery’s ankle and slaps on an ankle lock.
Phoenix: What a series of reversals! How they’re managing to do this this far into the match I have no idea!
Sery, however, pulls his ankle away from Carstein, pulling him back down to the mat. Carstein lands and lets go of Sery’s ankle. Sery scrambles to his feet, and jumps into the air to hit Carstein with a leg drop. Seeing his foe in the air, Carstein rolls out of the way, and Sery lands hard. Carstein leaps to hit the seated Sery with a drop kick to the face.
Phoenix: Tired and haggard, they’re still going at it!
Sery has Carstein scouted, and slaps his feet, blocking the drop kick. Still sat down, Sery grabs Carstein’s foot for an ankle lock of his own. Before he can lock the move in properly, Carstein kicks Sery in the face with the other foot. Sery lets go, and the two scramble back to their feet.
But once again they lunge at each other, with Carstein grabbing Sery by the wrist and slapping in a wrist lock of his own. Learning from earlier, Sery rolls out of the wrist lock, manoeuvres himself in front of Carstein and attempts to hit a belly to belly suplex. Carstein shows shades of Sery, and wraps his own leg around Sery’s to block the move.
Using his superior strength, Carstein readjusts, and heaves Sery up into the air with his own belly to belly suplex. But at the last minute, Sery somehow manages to get out of the move, and slides down Carstein’s back.
Phoenix: Wow, what agility by Sery!
Sery , holding onto Carstein, rolls him into a sunset flip and a pin.
1...
2.. Kick out!
Carstein rolls Sery over for a pin of his own.
1...
2.. Kick out!
Then Sery rolls over again for a pin.
1.. Kick out!
Then back to Carstein!
1.. Kick out!
And back to Sery!
1... Kick out!
And back to Carstein!
1... Kick out!
Jeffrey: Someone’s gotta get the pin!
Carstein let’s go of Sery, and they both get up. Using whatever strength he has left in the tank, Sery jumps up onto Carstein’s shoulders for a hurricanrana. But to no avail, Carstein catches him and smashes him down hard with a powerbomb. But rather than let go, Carstein picks Sery back up for another powerbomb, shades of Chris Jericho. Sery once again slams into the ring, and this time Carstein leaves him there for a pin.
1...
2.. Kick out!
Carstein can’t believe it. He drags Sery up, and then positions him for a piledriver, planting his head onto the mat.
Phoenix: Good Lord, a piledriver! It’s got to be over now!
1...
2.. Kick out at the last millisecond!
Carstein can’t believe it, and neither can the fans. Shaking his head, Carstein picks up Sery, and this hits his finisher, the Blood Drinker DDT.
Phoenix: That’s got to be it, there’s no way Sery’s getting up after that.
Sery eats ring canvas as his face is drilled into the ring. Carstein rolls him over onto his back. Before he can pin Sery, a large roar from the audience catches his attention. Wondering what’s going on, he turns around, and the colour drains from his face.
Phoenix: What the? It’s Rhysus! The Bruiser is here!
Rhysus runs down the ramp, heading towards the ring. Carstein scrambles to his feet and hurries towards the ropes. He screams at Renfield.
Carstein: GET HIM! GET HIM!
Renfield dashes towards Rhysus, and the brawl is on! The two clash, and slug it out with vicious lefts and rights. Rhysus quickly gains the upper hand, pummelling Renfield in the face and knocking him down to the ground.
Carstein: RENFIELD, STOP ARSING AROUND AND SORT HIM OUT!!!
More frightened of his master than his foe, Renfield throws a punch into Rhysus’ private areas. Pain engulfs Rhysus, and his fistal flurries stop. Renfield gets to his feet and lunges at the Bruiser, biting his forehead.
Phoenix: Whoa, Renfield’s trying to eat Rhys!
Jeffrey: I hope Rhys doesn’t catch anything, he looks contagious.
This time it’s Rhysus’ turn to fall to the ground, a small bit of blood running down his forehead from Renfield’s bite.
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Sery’s recovered and it up on his feet. He looks around and notices Carstein’s busy shouting instructions at Renfield brawling with Rhysus. Now’s his time!
Sery sneaks up behind Carstein, pulls him down to the mat, and rolls him up. From the corner of his eye, the ref sees the pin, and with a helpful shout from Sery, turns around to count.
1...
2...
3!!!
Phoenix: Sery wins! Sery wins!
Loveless: And here’s your winner, SERYYYYYY!!!!
Sery jumps straight up to his feet, and runs up the second rope on the nearest ring corner. The crowd roars their approvals and he raises his arms in victory.
Phoenix: Sery’s one step further towards winning the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship!
Carstein sits up, and looks amazed.
Jeffrey: Uh oh, Carstein’s not too impressed.
Carstein, furious, slowly stands up. Ecstatic and elated, Sery jumps down from the second rope, turns around, and spots Carstein staring at him, anger all over his face.
Sery: Oh shit.
Sery legs it, diving through the ropes and running into the crowd. Carstein follows suit, and leaps into the crowd chasing Sery.
Phoenix: And the chase is on!
Over by the ramp, Rhysus gains the upper hand in his brawl with Renfield. He grabs the hunchback and Irish whips him into the steel steps. Renfield smashes into the stairs, the impact echoing throughout the arena. Rhys approaches the steps, and throws them into the ring. He then pulls Renfield up, and rolls him into the ring.
In the crowd, Carstein’s lost sight of Sery, and stops his pursuit. He turns around, and sees Rhysus in the ring with Renfield. Rhysus grabs Renfield by the throat, pulls him up, then hoists him into the air. He then slams him down hard onto the steel steps in the middle of the ring with a choke slam.
Rhysus sees Carstein up on a balcony looking down to the ring. Rhysus points at Carstein, then at Renfield.
Phoenix: What a message from Rhysus. Earlier on tonight he said he will kill Carstein at Gallows End. And looking at the fallen Renfield in the ring, you start to believe that the Bruiser can deliver.
Rhysus continues to stare at Carstein, his anger for the man all over his face. What could be construed as worry quickly flashes across Carstein’s face as he surveys the damage Rhys has wrought in the ring.
Phoenix: What a scene we have before us. But this is all we have time for tonight. This is Scott Phoenix and Ray Jeffrey saying goodnight!