Gallows End- October 20th 2013

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 at Madison Square Gardens in New York today!!

Jeffery:  For once, Scott, I agree with you.  This is a great wrestling venue, and we've got a great wrestling show for everyone at home tonight.

Phoenix:     Let's get straight to the ring and kick this thing off!

Loveless:    The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is a No Disqualification, Hallow’een Trick or Treat Match!

Alice Cooper’s “Poison” plays from the system, and the arena lights turn to a pinkish hue, heralding the arrival of Jenna Divyne.

Loveless:    Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Lorelei Spice, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, JEEEENNAAAA DIIIVYYYYYYYYYYNEE!!!!

Phoenix:    Jenna Divyne has made it her mission to claim over-lordship of sorts over the women’s division here in 4CW.  And she decided she will do that by making an example out of Marie Dubois.

Jenna Divyne emerges from the back, wearing a white tank top with “Divyne” across the front in gold, white shorts, white boots, a fluffy halo over her head and a pair of wings attached to her back.  Lorelei, meanwhile, wears a red t-shirt, black leather skirt and black boots with a tail attached to her butt and some horns on a hair band on her head.  Between them they're carrying a trash can full of various weapons.

Jeffrey:     If the afterlife’s like that, I really don’t care if I go to heaven or hell.

They both climbs into the ring, and place the trash can in one of the corners of the ring.

Loveless:     And her opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana, the Mistress of Magic, MMAAARRRIEEE DUUUBOOOOIIIISSSSSS!!!!

Ozzy Osbourne's "Hellraiser" plays and Marie Dubois appears, wearing a long black cloak and a black witch’s hat.  She reaches the bottom of the ramp, removes her hat and throws off her cloak, to reveal black leather shorts, black boots, a black tank top with a white pentagram on the back and green streaks in her hair.

Jeffrey:     Hubble, bubble, I’m in trouble!

Marie climbs into the ring, as the ref calls for the bell.  Marie and Jenna circle each other, their eyes locked together.  Like a flash of lightning, the two lunge at each other, and lock into a tie up.  Jenna gets the upper hand and pushes Marie into the corner.  Jenna let’s go of her foe and knees her in the stomach.  Marie bends slightly, winded from the knee shot, but Jenna straightens her up and smacks her hard across the chest with a chop.  She slaps Marie’s chest with another three chops, each of them making a sound that echoes through the arena.

Phoenix:      Urgh, just listen to that sickening slap.

Jenna wraps her arms around Marie’s waist, and hoists her out of the corner and up into the air with a devastating belly-to-belly suplex.  Marie crashes down hard onto the mat. 

Jenna then lifts up her opponent from the mat and Irish whips her back into the corner of the ring.  Marie crashes into the turnbuckles, and then groggily starts to leave, the former New Redemption member charges into Marie, spearing her straight back into the corner.

Phoenix:     Wow, Jenna almost like a missile there, launching herself into Marie Dubois!

Jenna hops up onto the middle rope, and begins laying some punches into Marie.  The crowd count as Jenna’s blows land on the incapacitated Mistress of Magic.

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Jenna climbs down, and Marie slumps to the mat.  With Marie down on the mat, Jenna locks in a hammerlock.  Jenna doesn’t quite manage to lock it on properly, as Marie wriggles out of the hold and crawls to the ropes. 

Using the ropes, she climbs to her feet.  Jenna gets up as well.  They both make their way towards each other.  Jenna tries to hit Marie with a right fist, but the Belle from Hell somehow manages to block Jenna’s attack, and hits her with her own right hand. 

Phoenix:     Marie starting to fight back now!

Now with the upper hand, Marie manages to grab a hold of Jenna’s arm, and Irish whips her into the ropes.  Marie stands in the middle of the ring, and stretches out her arm and Jenna bounces off the ropes.  Jenna sees the arm, and ducks under it, runs into the opposite ropes, bounces off them and comes back towards Marie.

Marie, however, has Jenna scouted.  As Jenna ducked under Marie’s arm, Marie also ran towards the opposite ropes.  She bounces off them and the two women rush at each other.  Marie Dubois leaps into the air and flies into Jenna Divyne, knocking her down with a flying clothesline.

Phoenix:    Marie flying into Jenna like an over-sized bat.

Marie gets to her feet and Jenna rolls away from her opponent and gets to her feet as well.  They both rush towards each other again, Marie stretching her arm out to clothesline Jenna.  But once again, Jenna’s too quick for Marie.  She ducks under Marie’s arm, and once behind her, grabs hold of the back of Marie’s head and brings her down with a neckbreaker.  Lorelei Spice cheers and claps on the outside.

Phoenix:    Nicely done by Jenna Divyne!

Jenna gets up, and hits Marie in the face with a fist drop, then hooks her leg for a pin. 

1.. Kick out!

Jenna suddenly gets an idea.  She let’s go of Marie, then gets up onto one knee.  She beckons Lorelei Spice into the ring, then grabs Marie again, and lays her across the other knee.  Lorelei climbs into the ring as Jenna pulls Marie’s shorts down, revealing her ass to the world.

Phoenix:     Oh c’mon, what’s this all about?

Jeffrey:     Shut up Phoenix.

Phoenix:    But this –

Jeffrey:     Seriously Phoenix, shut up.  Right now.  This could be one of the greatest things ever, and I don’t want you ruining it by talking to me.

Lorelei points at Marie’s butt, laughing at the situation she’s in.  Jenna raises her free hand, and smacks Marie across her ass once, twice, three times.

Phoenix:     Last week on Storm Front Jenna Divyne promised to embarrass and humiliate Marie Dubois and this –

Jeffrey:     Phoenix!

Jenna keeps smacking Marie’s butt as Lorelei Spice picks up a kendo stick from the trash can in the ring corner.

Phoenix:     Oh what the hell?

Jenna sees Lorelei with the kendo stick.  She smiles and nods her head.  Marie, sensing that something’s happening since Jenna’ stopped the smacking, tries to turn her head to see, but to no avail.  Jenna points at Marie’s ass, at which Lorelei Spice swings the kendo stick.  Marie cries out, and Jenna and Lorelei laugh. 

Phoenix:     This is becoming sick.

Jeffrey:     Even I have to admit that that’s a bit too far.

Jenna lets Marie go and stands up.  She stands with Lorelei and the pair point and laugh as Marie rolls away, pulling her shorts back up.  Lorelei climbs back to the outside, and Jenna takes a few steps back.  She then realises that she’s backed away to the trashcan full of weapons.  She takes out a kendo stick and smiles.

Phoenix:     Hey wait a minute!

Jeffrey:     Oh ho, it’s play time! 

Jenna turns around, but is met with a drop kick to the face, courtesy of the Mistress of Magic.  Marie jumps up to her feet and spots the kendo stick.  She picks it up, and swings it at Jenna, who’s just gotten up.  The wooden weapon smacks Jenna across the back.  Marie smacks Jenna with the kendo stick again, but with such strength and velocity that the kendo stick breaks apart on impact. 

Jenna falls down on all fours, as Marie throws away the remnants of the kendo stick, tossing it to the outside.  She heads towards the trash can, lifts it and out falls dozens of objects.

Marie picks a trash can lid.  Jenna gets to her feet, but soon eats metal as Marie drills her across the head with the trash can lid.  Jenna falls backwards into the ropes, and sits in the middle rope.  Marie drops the lid to the mat and grabs Jenna’s head.  She pulls her up from the ropes, and sets her up for a DDT.  But Jenna trips Marie, sending her straight down onto the trash can lid.

Phoenix:    Jesus, these girls are really going at it!

Jenna jumps into the air and drops an elbow into Marie’s stomach.  She hooks Marie’s leg for the pin.

1.. Kick out!

Jenna bangs the mat in frustration, then spots a steel chair.  She gets back to her feet and nabs the chair, whilst Marie rolls over towards the trash can.  Jenna goes to swing the chair at her, but Marie blocks it with the bin.  The steel on steel makes an epic noise that echoes throughout the arena.

Phoenix:     Just listen to that clanging!

Marie throws the bin at Jenna, but she swats it away with the chair.  With Jenna distracted swatting the chair, Marie ducks and grabs a hold of Jenna’s waist.  She hoists her up into the air, causing Jenna to drop the chair, and slams her opponent down with a Northern Lights suplex. Marie jumps up and picks up a stop sign that had fallen from the bin.  Jenna gets up to her feet as well, and just as she’s up Marie kicks her in the mid section.  Jenna keels over and Marie hits her lower back with the stop sign.

Phoenix:     Ow, right on the kidneys!

Marie hits Jenna’s lower back again.  Jenna falls to the mat and Marie hits her with the sign again and once more.  Marie drops the sign and kicks Jenna in the stomach.  She screams “Get up!”  Jenna doesn’t comply, so Marie grabs her by the head and lifts her to her feet.  She knees Jenna in the stomach and plants her head on the stop sign with a DDT.

This time, Marie goes for the cover.

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2.. Kick out!

“Damn” mouths Marie.  She rolls under the bottom rope to the outside.  She lifts the ring cover and pulls out a table.  The crowd cheers.  Marie sets up the legs on one end of the table, and places the other end on the crowd barrier.

Meanwhile in the ring, Jenna stirs.  She rolls over onto her stomach and pushes herself up to her feet.

Jeffrey:     Uh oh, watch out Marie!

Jenna ducks under the top rope and stands on the ring apron.  Marie spots her and climbs up onto the apron.  Just as Marie gets on, Jenna attempts to boot her in the stomach.  Marie steps back, and dodges Jenna’s attack.  Marie moves forward before Jenna can recover, grabs her and sets her up for a power bomb.

Phoenix:     Hey wait a minute, they’re on the ring apron.  She can’t!

Jeffrey:     Consider it revenge for what Jenna did to Marie earlier!

But Marie can and he does!  She points at the table, hoists Jenna into the air, runs along the apron and leaps into the air towards the table.  The two women smash through the table as Marie hits the power bomb on Jenna.

Phoenix:     Good God!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The ref rushes over to both women to check if they’re ok as they both lay amongst the wood.  Lorelei just stares, her mouth wide open.

Phoenix:     My God, let’s see that again!

A reply of Marie’s attack is shown on the screen.

Back in the present, Marie crawls away from the wreckage, leaving Jenna laying amongst the wood.  Using the ring for help, she gets to her feet, then sits on the ring apron to get her breath back. 

Phoenix:    Marie now needs to drag Jenna into the ring.  This isn’t a Falls Count Anywhere match folks!

The Mistress of Magic hops off the apron and brings Jenna to her feet.  Jenna begins to regain her senses, as Marie rolls her into the ring.  Marie slides into the ring under the bottom rope, but is met with a boot to the face.  Jenna fills with adrenaline, and quickly starts hammering away on her foe with fearsome lefts and rights.  Channelling all her strength, Marie throws her own right hand, her fist connecting sharply with the side of Jenna’s head.  A groggy Jenna falls to the mat, and Marie rolls away under the bottom rope and to the outside.  She walks towards the commentators’ table to get a bit of distance between her and Jenna.  Once there she tries to get her breath back.

In the ring Jenna gets up and sees her opponent outside.  Jenna climbs through the ropes and charges at Marie, only to be met with a devastating chair shot, the cold steel colliding into her face and sending her crashing to the ground.

Phoenix:     Good lord did you hear that shot?

Marie drops the steel chair and approaches the commentators’ table.  She starts throwing things off the table, and Phoenix and Jeffrey back away to avoid being hurt.  Satisfied with her clearance, Marie gets back to Jenna, who’s managed to crawl away towards some technical equipment.  Marie reaches her foe and goes to grab hold of her. 

But Jenna has other plans.  She grabs a camera cable and throws it around Marie’s neck.  Jenna gets to her feet and pulls on the cable, choking Marie.  Marie struggles for breath, and tries to pull the cable away, but it’s no use.

Marie stops squirming, and Jenna decides she’s choked her long enough.  She unwraps the cable from around Marie’s neck, and Marie falls to the ground on all fours, gasping for air.  Jenna throws the cable away, then lays a massive kick into Marie’s stomach.  Marie falls onto her side, and Jenna goes to pick up the steel chair that hit her in the face.  Jenna smacks Marie hard on her side.  Marie, in pain, rolls over onto her stomach, and Jenna smacks her again, this time across the back, the shot echoing throughout the arena.  The crowd lets out a “Oooooh!”

Marie cries out in pain as the chair shots take their toll on her.  Jenna, feeling drained, lets the chair drop, and leans against the commentators’ table.  Lorelei Spice comes over to Jenna.  Jenna leans against her, and Lorelei helps roll her into the ring.

Jenna, now standing in the ring, points at Marie.  Lorelei nods, and pulls Marie to her feet, and carries her over to the ring.  Lorelei pushes her into the ring from under the bottom rope, and rolls in after.

Jenna looks at her fallen foe, then has an idea.  She points at the fallen Marie, then at her own ass.  She mouths something at Lorelei, who smiles and nods.

Phoenix:     Oh no, I don’t like where this is going.

Jenna stands in the middle of the ring, bends her knees ever so slightly, and pulls her own shorts down, revealing her ass.

Jeffrey:     This really has been the greatest night of my life!

Lorelei pulls up a groggy Marie Dubois.  She grabs her head, gives her a slap to wake her up and points at Jenna’s ass.

Lorelei:     Pucker up butter cup!

At the last minute, Marie elbows Lorelei in the stomach and wriggles free.  Before Lorelei can recover, Marie grabs her head and stuffs her face in Jenna’s ass.  Jenna, blissfully unaware of what’s going on, smirks, thinking her foe is being humiliated yet further.

Marie lets go of Lorelei, who falls to the mat and rolls away to the ropes.  Once at the ropes, Lorelei scrambles to the outside, and looks as if she’s about to throw up.

Marie spins Jenna around, grabs her and plants her face on the mat with a DDT.  She gets up, and picks up a kendo stick, the same kendo stick Lorelei Spice used on her earlier.  Jenna recovers and gets up to her knees, not quite realising what’s going on.

Marie smacks Jenna across her ass with the kendo stick.

Phoenix:     Marie Dubois getting her revenge! 

Jenna cries in pain as Marie hits her again.  Jenna falls into the ropes, and Marie throws the kendo stick away, satisfied. 

Jenna, humiliated and angry, purses her lips, and charges at Marie.  She screams like a banshee as she rushes towards her opponent.  She collides into Mare, but Marie holds firm, and grabs a hold of Jenna.  Holding onto her, she knees her in the stomach, and sets her up for her Crowley Driver finishing move.

She hoists Jenna up into the air, and smashes her down on the ring canvas.

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Ding, ding, ding!

Loveless:    And here is your winner, MARRRRIIIEEEEEE DUBBBOOOOIIIIISSSSSSS!!!!!

Ozzy Osbourne’s “Hellraiser” plays as the ref lifts Marie’s arm in victory.  Jenna rolls out of the ring, and Lorelei pulls her shorts back up.  Lorelei puts Jenna’s arm on her shoulder, and helps carry her barely conscious friend to the back.

Jeffery:     Wow, what a match!

Phoenix: As we catch our breath, we are heading to the back where Jenny Loveless is standing by with the Midnight Aristocrat, Carstein!

The camera cuts to the interview set, where Jenny Loveless, wearing a little black dress and black witch’s hat, is standing with Carstein and Renfield.

Jenny: Carstein, later on tonight, you will face Brock McSweeney and Carlos Murphy for the Custom Cup Championship.  Your thoughts?

Carstein smirks as he leans forward to talk into Jenny’s microphone.

Carstein: Brock McSweeney.  The last time Brock and I wrestled for a championship, it was Massacre 2011.  He was the 4CW Tag Team Champion with the Universal Invader.  Inferno and I took those belts from them.  He wasn’t a problem then when he had back-up, and he won’t be a problem now.

As for the Law, well laws are made to be broken.  And I have broken Carlos Murphy more times than I can remember.  The last time we wrestled, it took him five years before he could return to the ring full time.  Five years!  When I retire him this time, it will be permanent.

Jenny: But this match won’t be any ordinary match.  It will be contested under the Combat Rules.

Carstein: Brock’s Combat Rules do not scare me.  In my time here in 4CW I have been in Tables matches, No DQ matches, Ladder matches, the Gallows Pole match, the Thirteen Ghosts Gauntlet, the War match, Riot matches, the Sole Survivor Tournament and a Buried Alive match.

I may not have won all of them, but I have survived them.  My body is covered with the scars from these battles.  I have been torn to shreds by tables, glass and barbed wire.  I have been to Hell, and not only did I survive there, but I conquered it.

The camera zooms in, and all we see is Carstein’s pale face, his grey eyes staring into the eyes of the viewer, as if he was reading the minds and souls of all who are watching.

Carstein: Between those ropes is Hell, my domain, my kingdom.  And tonight, that is where I will take Brock and Carlos.

Jenny: Carstein, thank you.

The camera cuts back to Phoenix and Jeffrey at the commentators’ table at ringside.

Phoenix: And thank you Jenny!  Carstein seems focused and determined, and it’s hard to doubt that he will take McSweeney and Murphy to Hell tonight.

Jeffrey: [ color=#990]I'm more concerned about Carstein's words two weeks ago on Storm Front, that tonight we will see "The Bruiser" Rhysus die.  Is that still going to happen, even though we haven't got that match?

Phoenix: Good question Ray, and all I can say is who knows!  Whatever happens, I don't want to be Brock, Carlos or Rhys tonight.

Jeffery:    Let's get straight back to the ring...

Gulmira by Ramin Djawadi blasts from the system, as one half of the Skill Set, Paladin Wells, emerges from the back.

Loveless:    The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!  Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in tonight at 275 lbs. PALADIN WELLS!

Wells climbs into the ring and raises his arm, and the crowd cheers.

Yellow spotlights begin to circle the arena,  as "Don't wanna be a player no more", the cover by Incubus erupts from the PA System. The yellow spots lights meet at the entrance way as Rog Roddick emerges from the back, Tennis racket in one hand, tennis balls in the other.  He motions to the crowd for cheers in exchange for his tennis balls,  but decides against it and throws the tennis balls backstage. He struts down the ramp, pointing his racket at Wells in the ring.

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

Rog Roddick, halfway down the ramp, maims a back swing into the air and holds his hands up high...

   ROG RODDICK!

Roddick reaches the ring.  Before he can turn to the steps to climb in, Paladin Wells, like a torpedo, leaps through the ropes and dives straight into Roddick. 

Phoenix:     Woah, what a way to start this match!

Wells lands on Roddick, and immediately pounds away on his foe as he crashes to the floor.  The ref yells at Wells to leave him alone, but he ignores him.

Jeffrey:    Well he can’t get DQed, the match hasn’t started yet!

Wells stands up, and pulls Roddick up with him.  Once up, he Irish whips Roddick into the steel steps.  Roddick smashes into the steps, and slumps down to the ground in a seated position.  Wells charges at Roddick, and smacks him in the face with a devastating running knee. 

Wells rolls into the ring, and raises his arm in triumph.  The ref scolds him for his pre-match attack, but he takes no notice.  Roddick wakes, and shakes his head awake.  He slowly gets up, and climbs into the ring.

The ref checks on Roddick, asking if he wants to continue with the match.  Roddick nods, and the ref calls for the bell.

Ding!  Ding!  Ding!

The pair circle each other before going for the tie up.  The two engage in a short contest of strength, but doesn’t last very long as Wells knees Roddick in the stomach.  Roddick keels over, and Wells takes him down to the mat with a leg takedown.  Wells rolls Roddick onto his belly and applies some sort of a headlock.  It’s not very effective, as Roddick manages to roll out. 

Roddick grabs Wells’ foot and stands up.  He hoists Wells’ leg into the air and slams his knee down hard on the canvas.  Still holding onto the foot, Roddick bends Wells’ knee, inflicting a painful hold on his opponent.  Wells crawls towards the ropes.  Roddick pulls him away, but Wells is defiant, and manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope.  The ref tells Roddick to let go, and he does.

Using the rope as aid, Wells heaves himself up, and Roddick backs away as he does.  As soon as Wells is up, Roddick lunges towards his foe.  Wells sees him coming, and despite his hurt knee, manages to jump onto the second rope, and bounce off onto Roddick.  However his knee causes him to buckle slightly and the bounce isn’t as effective as he’d like.  In fact Roddick manages to catch Wells.  Wells squirms, but Roddick instead hoists him into the air, and brings him back down with a devastating Samoan Drop!

Roddick goes to cover Wells.

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2.. Kick Out!

Phoenix:    How on Earth did Paladin Wells manage to kick out of that?

A slightly frustrated Rog Roddick drags Wells over to the corner.  He heaves Wells to his feet, and then rams his head onto the top turnbuckle.  Roddick lets go, and Wells rests against the corner.  With a sudden burst of energy, Wells smacks Roddick in the face with a nasty elbow.  Roddick staggers backwards, and Wells hits another elbow. 

Phoenix:     Wells fighting back!

Wells emerges from the corner and Irish whips Roddick, sending him crashing into the turnbuckles.  Roddick turns around the face Wells, and leaves the corner, but Wells leaps into the air and hits Roddick with an enzugiri.  Roddick falls to his knees, and Wells hits him a slight bulldog, driving Roddick’s face into the mat.  Wells goes for the pin.

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2.. Kick out!

Wells attempts a Boston crab, but Roddick rolls out of it.  He grabs Wells’ arm and hits an armdrag.  Wells rolls across the ring, and Roddick leaps to his feet.  Wells too gets up, and Roddick charges straight at Wells and takes him down with a spear.  Wells, however, manages to catch Roddick and plants his head on the mat with a DDT as he gets speared.

Phoenix:     Looks as if Roddick’s trying to end this match as soon as possible.

Wells, grimacing slightly, rolls Roddick onto his back and attempts a pin.

1.. Kick out!

Phoenix:     Roddick not giving up that easily!

Wells gets to his feet, and brings Roddick up with him.  Wells hoists him up into the air for a suplex, but Roddick counters, and hits Wells with a suplex of his own.  Roddick attempts his own pin, but Wells kicks out before the ref can even count to 1.  They roll away from each other and get to their feet.  Wells lunges at Roddick, and pulls him into a side headlock.  Wells has the hold locked on for a few seconds, but Roddick manages to wiggle his way out, and pushes Wells into the ropes.  Roddick jumps into the air to dropkick Wells as he bounces back.  The kick connects right into Wells’ mouth, and makes a loud smack that echoes throughout the arena.

Phoenix:    Ouch, a nasty kick there right in the kisser

Roddick brings Wells to his feet and knees him in the midsection, causing Wells to keel over.  Roddick sends Wells crashing down onto the mat with a legsweep into a clothesline.  Roddick covers Wells, and the ref starts the 3 count.

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2.. Kick out!

Phoenix:     1, 2 and no!

Roddick stands up and elbow drops Wells.  Wells, however, rolls out of the way, and Roddick falls to the mat.  Wells gets up and runs towards the ropes.  He bounces off them and comes running back towards Roddick, who’s just stood up.  Wells collides with Roddick, his arm smashing into Roddick’s throat.  Roddick spins in the air before falling into a heap.

Phoenix:     Good Lord!  His head almost came off!

With Roddick down, Wells heads towards a corner and climbs up to the tope rope.

Phoenix:    What’s Wells thinking of doing here?

Jeffrey:    Having a picnic?  Jesus Phoenix what do you think?

Wells leaps off the top rope, but the now standing Roddick catches him in his arms.

Phoenix:     Uh oh, Wells in trouble now!

Roddick lifts up Wells, and throws him over his head.  Wells crashes into the mat.  Roddick turns around towards the fallen Wells.  He goes down on his knees, lifts up Wells slightly, and locks him in another headlock.  Wells squirms, trying to escape, but the hold’s on too tight.  Roddick tightens the hold, and Wells starts to tire.  The ref comes down to check on Wells, asking if he wants to submit.  Wells, tiring, refuses.

After a few minutes of being held in Roddick’s headlock, a sudden burst of energy suddenly infuses Wells.  Slowly, he gets to his feet, bringing Roddick up with him.  Then Wells elbows Roddick in the stomach, and again, and gets out of Roddick’s grip.  Roddick tries to grab Wells into another headlock, but Wells ducks Roddick’s arms, and wraps his arms around his foe’s waist.  Wells, his arms still around Roddick, gets behind his opponent, and hoists him up in the air into a German suplex. 

With Roddick down, Wells once again goes to the corner to climb up to the top rope. 

Phoenix:     Let’s hope Wells’ learned his lesson from the last time he tried this.

Jeffrey:    I’m not.

Wells gets to the top rope, but Roddick gets to his feet, and jumps up on the top rope after Wells.   Roddick tries to get Wells into a suplex position, but Wells resists.  Instead he drops off the top rope, his feet landing on the mat, but still between Roddick and the turnbuckles.  Wells manoeuvres a bit, and manages to get Roddick’s legs on his shoulders.  He grabs Roddick’s trunks, and then hits him with a powerbomb.  Wells covers Roddick, and the ref starts the count.

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2.. Kick out!

Phoenix:    Roddick millimetres away from losing there!

Wells gets to his feet, and Roddick rolls away under the ropes to the outside.  Wells tries to follow, but the ref stops him, and starts to count Roddick out, all the while Roddick paces around, getting his breath back.

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2!
3!
4!

Roddick stands still staring at Wells. 

5!
6!

Wells stares back, a manic smile spreading on his face.

7!

Rejuvenated after his rest, Roddick darts forward like a flash.  A hops onto the ring apron and climbs up onto the top rope.

Jeffrey:     Bad move Roddick.

Phoenix:    As much as it pains me to say so, I have to agree with you Ray.  Wells just a second ago got the better of Roddick on the top rope.

Roddick leaps into the air and lands on Wells with a seating position on his shoulders, trying to a head scissors take down.  Wells manages to keep a hold of Roddick for a few seconds, long enough to move forward and to drop Roddick down hard onto the turnbuckles.

Phoenix:    A powerbomb straight into the corner!

Roddick’s head bounces off the turnbuckles, a small part of him grazing the cold steel.  Roddick falls into an unconscious heap on the mat.  Wells covers, and the ref counts.

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2.. Kick out!

Phoenix:     How in God’s name did Roddick kick out of that?

Wells seems to be thinking the same thing, as disbelief crosses his face.  Wells decides to end this once and for all.  He brings Roddick to his feet, and then picks him up for his finisher, the Holy Avenger.

Roddick crashes to mat, and this one’s over.

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2...

3!!!

Ding, ding, ding!

Loveless:     And here’s your winner, PALADIN WELLS!

Jeffery:     Massive win there for the rookie, I thought Roddick had his number tonight.

Phoenix: I’m sorry, Ray, but I’m getting word of some disturbance in the back? We’ve got a camera back there, let’s see what’s going on!

The camera cuts away, shaking as the camera man runs up to a crowd of excited people. In the middle stands a man in designer clothes and flashy wraparound sunglasses soaking up the accolades and attention. He stops and stares at the camera before erupting into a large dopey grin. He takes a deep breath before talking right into the camera with a strong Boston accent.

Man: You’re probably wondering who I am, right? Well you’ve seen me before! I’m 4CW’s mystery man, “The American Lion” Nate Johnson. I said I’d show up at Gallows End and here I am! And I’m here to beat some ass and bang some chicks. Why you ask? Because… I… can!

Johnson winks and clicks his tongue at the camera before turning back to his adoring fans… who seem to be more interested in getting face time on the camera than Johnson himself.

The 4CWtron fades and takes the audience back to the announcers booth.

Jeffery: What a douche.

Phoenix: Normally I’d tell you that you were wrong and to give him a chance but… yeah. He does kinda seem like a douche. But now onto more pressing matters back in the ring

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Triple Threat Match and it is for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship! Introducing first....

The lights dim 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 Marie Dubois and Renfield. Carstein, Renfield and Dubois step off the list and walk down to the ring.

Loveless: And making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Marie Dubois and Renfield, weighing in tonight at 231 lbs, CAAAAAARRRRSSTEEEEEIIIIINNNNN!

Dubois climbs up to the ring apron and sits on the middle rope, holding it open for Carstein. Carstein follows and climbs into the ring under the top rope, whilst Renfield stands on the outside. Dubois stands up and hops off the ring apron to the outside. Once in the ring, Carstein takes off his frock coat and throws it to Dubois. The lights come back on as Carstein stands in the ring.

Loveless: And his opponent....

The lights go out and the 4CWtron comes alive with a flash of text.

Making Laws

Breaking Ankles

The crowd erupts in deafening boos and jeers as they know "the Law" is on his way. “Walk Ye The Plank” by Sounds Like Chicken then blasts over the P.A system, getting louder and louder when the horns and vocals kick in.

Set a course for mayhem, trim the sail for anarchy! That's where the wind blows when you sail out these seas!

Carlos Murphy then comes out from behind the curtain he throws his arms in the air, soaking in the negative reaction from the fans as they voice their hatred for “the Law”.

There's a storm a-rising! You can feel it in your bones! Night has stained the sky and the ocean is foam!

Loveless: Hailing from Melbourne Australia but currently residing in Alberta, Canada. He is "the Law" Carlos Murphy!

Black flag on the horizon! Our galley's closing in! Better start preparing for a fight you'll never win!

Murphy is now making his way down the ramp. Talking trash and flipping off members of the crowd as he goes. Once in the ring Murphy climbs the nearest turnbuckle and flips off the crowd with both hands.

Loveless: And their opponent, hailing from somewhere in the Midwest of the United States. Standing 6 feet and 4 inches and weighing in at 273 pounds! He is your 4CW Custom Cup Champion, Brock McSweeeeeeeney!!!!

“Paranoid” by Black Sabbath hits and the Custom Cup Champion emerges from backstage to a mixed reaction. He wears the shiny Custom Cup title around his waist and marches down the entrance ramp. He looks up to both his opponents and doesn’t look away as he slowly slides into the ring. He stands and takes off his title from his waist and starts pointing and yelling at his opponents and then his title. He turns and stands on the turnbuckle showing off his title, but suddenly he’s hit with a forearm to the lower back from behind. McSweeney falls off the turnbuckle and lands on his feet as he continues taking an assault from Carlos Murphy. Carstein stands back across the room looking on. The 4CW official runs in and grabs the dropped title and scurries over to hand it to the time keeper and then signals for the bell to start the match.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Jeffery: I already like where Murphy’s head is at! But where is L-A-C?

Phoenix: Yeah real cheap Ray and I believe they may have been banned from ringside again.

Jeffery: I think Murphy told them to stay backstage so he could show the world he’s more than capable without them.

Murphy hammers away on the Champion, getting him into the corner and ignoring Carstein who starts to pace back and forth. McSweeney finally blocks a punch and starts defending himself. Both men now start trading blows and McSweeney starts battling his opponent back and gets himself out of the turnbuckle. Both men continue to do battle and find themselves right along the ropes, suddenly the nonchalant Carstein flies across the ring at both men. He extends both arms outward and slams into both McSweeney and Murphy and both men are clotheslined over the top rope and spill out on the hard floor. Carstein turns around with a wicked grin on his face as Marie Dubois claps and Renfield rocks happily. Carstein sees both men slowly getting to their feet, so he runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. He runs full speed back toward the men just as they stand and baseball slides under the bottom rope, but both of his opponents are ready and each man catches a leg as Carstein flies out of the ring completely horizontal and slams onto the hard floor. Both McSweeney and Murphy then start stomping away on the Lord of the Night.

Phoenix: Great clothesline but a poor follow up attack and Carstein finds himself in a bit of a spot here early on.

Jeffery: Carlos Murphy with a great reversal.

Phoenix: McSweeney was involved as well Ray. Do you have a new favourite wrestler?

Jeffery: No.

Carstein starts crawling away as McSweeney and Murphy start going at each other again. Brock quickly knees Murphy in the gut and takes control. He grabs Carlos by the head and slams it into the ring apron hard. Wasting no time, the Custom Cup champion then grabs Murphy by the wrist and whips him across and into the guardrail right in front of the fans! Murphy’s back eats the blow and he gasps in pain. McSweeney then grabs Murphy again and tosses him right back into the ring as his body rolls quite a few times to the centre of the ring. Brock takes a step toward the ring and then suddenly starts yelling in pain and reaches for his right leg. He looks down and sees Carstein biting into the back of his leg! McSweeney wiggles free and then forcefully kicks Carstein in the head and he rolls away. Brock nurses his wounds as Carstein rises up behind him and waits. McSweeney turns back only to eat a big Spinning Heel Kick to the side of the head that would have dropped him, if it weren’t for the guardrail that keeps him half up. He holds his head struggling to stand as Carstein moves in. Carstein grabs his head and then pulls it back up, only to slam it back down into the guardrail hard! McSweeney stumbles away, but Carstein doesn’t let him go far as he grabs him from behind and turns him around. Suddenly, the nearly forgotten Carlos Murphy comes flying off the adjacent ropes and comes diving through the closer ropes and hits both men like a missile and all three men are down!

Phoenix: Good God!

Jeffery: The Law is The Man!

Phoenix: He could have killed someone or even himself at that speed! No regard for his own body at all!

All three competitors lay on the ground for a bit before Murphy starts moving and gets himself over to the ring apron and helps himself up. McSweeney is down but starting to move as Carstein uses the guardrail to get to his feet. Carstein stands and lunges at Murphy, but he ducks throws up his forearm between the Vampire Warrior’s groin for a quick but very effective Low Blow! And before Carstein can fall backwards as he holds his junk, The Law grabs him and tosses him back into the ring. Carstein lies face up right along the ropes and Murphy ascends the ring apron and quickly leaps over the ropes, swings his legs around, and comes down right on the throat of Carstein for a big Leg Drop! Murphy attempts the cover.

1…

2.. Kickout!

Phoenix: Too soon for this type of match with these individuals.

Murphy not surprised grabs the leg of Carstein and pulls him to the centre of the ring. He tries flipping the body of Carstein over for The Lock of The Law, but he fights him too much. Murphy abandons the manoeuvre and instead grabs one leg of Carstein making it much easier for him to flip him over as he settles for a One Legged Boston Crab! He wrenches back on the manoeuvre applying much presser to the back of Carstein. He yells out in pain and reaches for anything, clearly way too far from the ropes. Murphy has the manoeuvre in perfectly. Brock McSweeney pulls himself into the ring unbeknownst to Carlos Murphy. McSweeney bounces off the ropes and runs at his opponents. He leaps, catches Carlos’ head from behind, and slams it into the mat for a Bulldog, breaking the submission hold in the process. Murphy nurses his head as Carstein does his back and leg. McSweeney suddenly finds himself in control of the matchup. He stomps Murphy a few times and then makes toward Carstein who he gets on his feet. He beats his face a few times with some rights, shoves him forcefully into the turnbuckle which Carstein hits and stumbles back out of, and into the waiting arms of Brock who grabs him around the waist and flips him up and over his head for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. McSweeney turns and sees “The Law” running towards him, but he lifts his leg and Murphy eats the bottom of his boot as he flops to the mat holding his face in pain. Carstein then scrambles to get to his feet and turns towards Brock, only to be scooped up by the Champion and slammed down to the mat for a Body slam. McSweeney then climbs the turnbuckle to the top and holds his hands together awaiting Carstein’s rise, but suddenly Murphy stumbles into the ropes and it causes Brock to slip and fall onto his groin. Carlos Murphy then springs into action, leaps onto the second rope, hooks the arms of McSweeney, and then pulls him backwards up and over and off the turnbuckle as they both slam into the canvas hard!

Jeffery: What a Double Arm Suplex from The Man!

Phoenix: You make me sick Ray. But a great manoeuvre no doubt, great awareness shown by the challenger!

Murphy slowly gets to his feet and then makes his way towards the turnbuckle, but is upheld from behind by Carstein. Murphy quickly tosses his elbow back catching the nose of his opponent. He then turns to face the man and swings with a heavy right, but its ducked and the momentum spins Murphy around as Carstein grabs the waist of Murphy and lifts him up, over, and back and into the mat for a hard German Suplex! Murphy arches his back in pain but only for a second as he uses the ropes to stand and defend himself. He turns back towards Carstein only to eat a kick to the gut and bend over. Carstein swiftly wraps his right arm around the head over Murphy and then dives it into the canvas for a brutal DDT that impends any further movement from Carlos Murphy. He covers the man.

1…

2.. Kickout!

Carstein stands and brings Murphy with him. Murphy stands dazed in front of Carstein, but before Carstein can do anything he falls backwards to the mat as McSweeney has just chopped blocked the back of his knee, from the same leg that was earlier in the submission manoeuvre. Carstein rolls away holding the knee. McSweeney stands as Murphy comes to and quickly lunges at Brock, but he ducks and catches The Law in a Bearhug. He squeezes as tight as he can and starts thrashing Murphy back and forth! Carlos reaches out for anything but to no avail! McSweeney continues to sap the energy and air from Murphy until suddenly his leg is taken out from behind as he releases Murphy who falls to the mat. McSweeney falls to one knee and as he looks up he sees Carstein bouncing off the ropes and heading straight for him! Before he can even react, Carstein steps off McSweeney’s knee with one leg and swings the other into the side of his head for a vicious Enzugiri! McSweeney falls to the mat and his head hits unprotected as he looks out! Carstein rolls him over for the pin!

1...

2...

Carstein’s body is pulled off of his opponent by Murphy. Carstein kicks free and gets to his feet in anger and he lunges at Carlos, but The Law sneaks under Carstein’s right arm and lifts him up and then both men drop to the ground as Carlos Murphy connects with the Side Effect! Instead of going for the pin, Murphy heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He sizes up the fallen Carstein and then leaps through the air and flips forward for the Bailout, shades of the Swanton Bomb! Murphy’s body slams down hard, but it’s not on Carstein! He just managed to roll out of the way and Carlos Murphy’s body slammed into the canvas hard! All three men are down!

Phoenix: Oh man! I though Carlos Murphy was going to put Carstein away with the Bailout! But Carstein had just enough left to get out of the way!

Jeffery: Get up Murphy! Get up!

All three men are moving slowly and attempting to stand. McSweeney crawls over to the corner and starts to pull himself up. Carstein has just gotten to his feet, but is still shaking out the cobwebs and Murphy remains down, but has rolled over to the ropes. Suddenly, McSweeney makes for Carstein and before he can defend himself, he kicks Carstein in the gut and grabs his arm. McSweeney takes Carstein’s arm and forces it between his own legs and hooks the other arm back. Brock then lifts Carstein up and onto his shoulder setting up for the Pumphandle Slam, but Carstein wiggles free and drops down behind McSweeney. Carstein kicks Brock in the gut and he keels over as Carstein quickly hooks both of the Champion’s arms and drops back to the mat, driving McSweeney’s head into the canvas!

Phoenix: The Blood Drinker! McSweeney is done!

McSweeney lies on the mat face down as Carstein stands and glances up only to see Carlos Murphy running straight for him. Murphy leaps into the air feet first and dives them into Carstein’s chest and he flies backwards towards the ropes! Carstein flies in between the ropes and falls to the outside as Renfield and Dubois rush over to him. Murphy turns back and sees McSweeney very slowly starting to move and crawling towards the ropes. Murphy looks down and grins as he reaches for the left ankle of Brock and he locks in The Lock of Law! He pulls McSweeney back to the middle of the ring and McSweeney flails his arms about wildly! He reaches for the ropes, but they’re much too far. Murphy screams as he twist the ankle as much pressure is being applied!

Phoenix: Come on Brock! Get to those ropes!

McSweeney is barely hanging on as he slowly crawls towards the ropes. He holds out his hand, knowing if he taps that his title is as good as gone. He pulls Murphy with all his might and is within centimetres of the ropes. He reaches out with a last bit of hope, but is suddenly dragged right back to the middle of the ring and pressure is reapplied. McSweeney screams out in agony and the reluctantly slams his right hand into the mat repeatedly signalling giving up! The official signals for the bell!

Jeffery: YES!

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a submission….and NEW 4CW Custom Cup Champion!!!! “The Law” Carlos Murphy!!!!

“Walk Ye The Plank” by Sounds Like Chicken hits and Murphy stands with his hands up in the air in celebration! Carstein looks on from the outside on the missed opportunity and witnesses the referee hand the Custom Cup Championship over to Carlos Murphy and he walks over to the turnbuckle and holds it up high for all to see. Carstein and company head to the back and Brock McSweeney rolls out of the ring holding his left ankle in bad pain. L-A-C have made their way down the ramp and into the ring to celebrate with their leader.

Phoenix: A new champion! What a match. That could have been anyone’s match, but Carlos Murphy’s Lock of Law is lethal.

Jeffery: What a match indeed Scott! The right man, the best man won the bout.

Phoenix: I don’t know about that Ray. Nevertheless a great Custom Cup Title match!

Jeffery:     We have to take a break right now, please come right back!!

Phoenix:  And we're back...

The arena lights suddenly fade down and die until there is complete darkness, interrupting the commentator and causing him to stop speaking.  The first few chords of ACDC's Back in Black start to pound over the arena speakers and Siddney Black strides confidently out and down the ramp to the ring.

Phoenix:  Well, this young man signed for 4CW back in August, but hasn't been seen since.  Looks like he finally decided to make himself known.

Black rolls into the ring with a microphone in hand and immediately stands and brings the mic to his mouth.

Black:  So, these last two months I've been sitting home waiting for the call.  Waiting for Hugh Knowles to decide to put me in a match.  Waiting to show all of you why it's always best to bet on Black.  Well Knowles never called.  Chris Drake, the owner, talks about needing every penny, but seems happy to sign me to a development contract, pay me a retainer and then not say a word about Knowles wasting that investment. 

Black pauses and looks to the ramp, as if expecting someone to come out and interrupt.

Black: Well three days ago I finally got a call.  But not from any of the management here at 4CW.  I got a call from another roster member who was just as frustrated as I am.  I was told there are a lot of people here in 4CW, and all in similar positions to me.  I was asked if I wanted to meet with these people.  If I wanted to join them.  And you know what, I said yes.  I don't want to wait around and end up sitting at home waiting to be called up, I want to be here and make something happen.  I want to be right here, in this ring, showing everyone what Siddney Black is all about.  What Siddney Black can do.  So when The Saint called and offered me the chance to follow in the footsteps of 4CW greats like Senecca, Drake, Skywolf, Carlos Murphy, Roman, Belly, Lion I did not hesitate and accepted immediately.  And now I stand here as the latest member of NME.  Chris Drake, Hugh Knowles, this is just the beginning.  The NME ranks are numerous, and more and more people are unhappy here in 4CW and being recruited to our ranks.  We're unhappy at the favouritism the referees are showing members of the old 4CW, we're unhappy at the positions the old 4CW members are currently taking.  We're unhappy, and the situation will change.  NME will become the dominant force in 4CW, and we will show this starting with the tag team titles.

Phoenix:  It sounds like Siddney Black has just announced the re-emergence of The Saint and NME, and they are one of the teams participating in the Tag Team Tournament!

Black:  Ladies and gentlemen, always, and I do mean always, bet on Black.

"Back in Black" by ACDC pounds out again as Siddney Black makes his way out of the ring and back up the ramp.

As Siddney Black disappears the 4CWtron pops into life and cuts to a back arena hallway. Hugh Knowles storms into the frame and down the hallway, obviously enraged and on the warpath. He turns a corner and finds his target, the infamous “dark haired woman” listlessly standing next to a watercooler.

Knowles: Gwendolyn!

The woman, now known as Gwendolyn, jumps out of her daydream and looks at Knowles in confusion.

Knowles: Is this part of your plan? What kind of shit are you pulling?

Gwendolyn: I-

Knowles: I don’t care, just don’t fuck me over! Fix this!

Knowles storms off the way he came, leaving Gwendolyn confused and unable to respond.

The 4CWtron fades out and takes the audience back to the announcers.

Phoenix: I guess the plot thickens?

Jeffery: It would if I cared. Now speaking of things I don’t care about Sery is up next….

Sarah Loveless 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, This is a singles match scheduled for ONE FALL.

I want my MTVVVVVVV
I want myyyyy
I want my MTVVVVVVV

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!!!!!!!!

Loveless: And his opponent, hailing from Osaka, Japan! Standing 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing in at 245 pounds! KEEEEEEENSAAAAAAIIII!!!!

The stage is set ablaze in an encompassing jet of flame that shoots out of the entrance way pyrotechnic boxes. As the flames quickly putter out, a blank, black screen shows just the gigantic, white word ‘KENSAI’ and the far-off, faint-gray silhouettes (of Kensai Jin Lee and Courtney Frost) walking toward the screen in silence a moment before the screeching guitar riff of “Gulmira” by Ramin Djawadi hits, and Kensai and Courtney Frost walk out from behind the entrance way. Immediately, the duo are hit with a deafening chorus of ‘Skilllll Seeeet’ chants from the crowd. The pair power-walk toward the ring as a pyrotechnic blaze erupts from the stage. Kensai and Frost both slide into the ring as Kensai vaults to the opposite turnbuckles staring at Sery, keeping his opponent in the corner of his eye the entire time, letting a smile come across his face.

Jeffrey: New Music for Kensai? But Fascination street is about a great BJ! I LOVE BJs.

Phoenix: Well, THAT’S an image that I want to wash out of my head. The Skill Set are showing unity by coming under on banner, and one shared song. It kinda rocks.... the song, that is.

The official notions for the bell, and Sery moves in for a lock up, but Kensai, uncharacteristically, reaches his hand out to shake Sery’s hand. Sery isn’t fooled, and refuses to shake hands. Kensai insists. Sery again refuses. Kensai moves back and slides out of the ring. Kensai takes a microphone from a ringside attendant, and slides back into the ring.

Kensai speaks into the mic: SERY!!!! Tonight... we fight and settler our differences. Tonight, our feud ends. TONIGHT, no matter what happens, I want you to know that... I RESPECT you... and want to apologize for my actions of the past between us.

Sery looks on in disbelief.

Jeffrey: What the fuck is this?

Phoenix: A showing of... SPORTSMANSHIP... I’m surprised my own self.

Kensai: I... am sorry, and I want this contest to be a fair fight between two men who want to know who is the better man.

Sery looks at the crowd, who have died their ‘Skill Set’ chants to see what weirdness is happening in the ring. Sery asks the crowd if he should shake the hand of Kensai, and after some back and forth, the crowd tell Sery to shake Kensai’s hand. Sery extends his hand, expecting a cheap shot, clenching his body for the expected cheap shot, but none come. Kensai shakes Sery’s hand and the gives Sery a slight bow before tossing the microphone out of the ring.

Jeffrey: Fine. Now SMASH HIS HEAD WITH A CHAIR!!!!

Both men circle each other and the official conflict begins. Kensai moves in for a lock up, but Sery is too fast and nails him right in the face with a dropkick! Kensai hits the mat as Sery hops to the top rope and springboard into a moonsault onto the downed Kensai. Before Kensai can even get up, Sery slides across his back and locks in a crossface submission!!!

The ref drops to ask Kensai if he wants to submit as Kensai screams out in pain. Kensai’s face is turning beet red as Kensai tries to get to the ropes. Kensai can reach as Sery pulls him back toward the centre of the ring. Kensai has to tap, but he refuses. Kensai one-arm-crawls toward the ropes, struggling with Sery as Sery tries to keep him in the centre of the ring. Finally, Kensai’s reach makes it to the ropes and Sery is forced to break the hold!

Sery moves like a rabbit to the ropes as Kensai stays on the mat. Sery springboards off again with an elbow drop, and slides over Kensai for a cover. The ref drops and counts.

1...

2...

Jeffrey: NO!

Kickout by Kensai.

Jeffrey: Phew! That little shit is FAST.

Phoenix: He’s a former Custom Cup Champion. He’s no slouch.

Sery is already in the corner, using his speed, and hopping up to the top rope. Sery motions for the Seryous Senton Bomb, and vaults off the top, but Kensai moves out of the way and Sery hits the mat hard!

Jeffrey: NOBODY HOME!!!!

Both men stay down for a bit, trying to recover. Sery is the first to his feet and moves in on Kensai, but Kensai strikes first with a Pele Kick! Sery Drops, and Kensai is on him, picking him up right into a Full Nelson Slam! Kensai takes a moment to recover as Sery slowly tries to get to his feet. As Sery turns to Kensai, Kensai reaches over Sery’s neck and pulls him into a Testdrive DTT!

Sery is out! Kensai covers and the ref drops to count, but Sery kicks out at 1.

Jeffrey: Stay down, you little shit.

As Sery and Kensai try to get to their feet, Kensai is faster, and hook in Sery and hits a Gutwrench Sit-out Powerbomb! Kensai covers.

1...

2.. Kickout by Sery!

Jeffrey: Stay DOWN!!!

Phoenix: This kid is made of sterner stuff. Whoever wins this one will be taking a HUGE step closer to a championship match for any title in 4CW.

Kensai goes to pick up Sery, but Sery is faster with his hands and hits Kensai with a series of right jabs, knocking Kensai back, then Sery comes off the ropes and hits a clothesline, knocking Kensai down.

As Kensai tries to get up, Sery locks in a front facelock and  climbs the ropes right into a Tornado DDT! Sery motions to the crowd, who cheer his name ‘SEH-REY, SEH-REY, SEH-RY,’ just before Sery vaults to the top rope and launches at Kensai as he gets to his feet, hitting a Missile Drop Kick!

Sery slides over and covers. The ref drops and counts.

1...

2.. Kickout by Kensai at 2.9!

Jeffrey: O M G!!!! That was close.

Phoenix: Kensai with more in the tank.

Sery looks at the ref in disbelief, but move sin for more offense. Sery front facelocks Kensai as Kensai is getting up and lands a series of Muay Thai knees strikes, before snapping in a Snap Suplex.  Sery is up fast and signalling for a superkick as Kensai is slow to get up.

Sery skips forward with the superkick, but Kensai catches the kick and counters with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!

Both men are down, but Kensai is the first up, catching Sery on one knee with a Shining Wizard Kick! Kensai grabs the smaller Sery and lifts him up and then down into a Falling Powerslam!

Watching Sery slowly rise to his feet, Kensai moves to the ropes and then vaults off with a Springboard Clothesline! Kensai moves to the top turnbuckle and motions to the crowd for his finisher! They respond with another chant of ‘Skiiiiilllll Seeeeettt! ‘Skiiiiilllll Seeeeettt! ‘Skiiiiilllll Seeeeettt!’ Kensai launches off the top rope for the (Top Rope Corkscrew Moonsault Pin), but Sery, this time, has moved out of the way, and this time, KENSAI crashes to the mat in pain.

Phoenix: NOBODY HOME!!!! TURNING POINT IN THE MATCH!!!!

Sery kips up and flaps his arms to the crowd for the ‘Seryous Senton Bomb,’ and starts to climb the turnbuckles. Kensai is still down as Sery gets to the top. Sery launches off for the Seryous Senton Bomb but Kensai kips to his feet and counters with a SUPERKICK to Sery, mid air!

Jeffrey: OH MY GOD!!! WHAT A KICK!!!!

Phoenix: SERY is down and out.

A sickening crack is heard as Kensai’s foot meets Sery’s ribs, and Sery hits the mat, not moving. Before anyone could react, Kensai moves to the corner and quickly climbs the ropes and vaults off for the Rising Son crashing right down onto a prone Sery!

Jeffrey: RISING SON! FINALLY!!!

The ref drops and counts the pin.

1...

2...

3!!!

As the bell rings, the screeching guitar riff of “Gulmira” by Ramin Djawadi hits, signalling the victory for the Skill Set member. Kensai looks down at Sery, realizing that the smaller superstar is obviously injured. Kensai motions the fact to the ref, who immediately gives the X symbol and EMTs start to race in from the back.  “Gulmira” by Ramin Djawadi dies down as Sery’s injury halts all festivities.

Kensai drops to his knee, speaking to Sery (in Mandarin and some sparse English word thrown in) with concern in his voice.

Phoenix: Sery can’t move. Something’s broken. From that super-Superkick, and/or the Rising Son splash, his ribs have GOT TO BE BROKEN! He might have internal bleeding.

Jeffrey: This is the last we’ll see of Sery for a while. I LIKE this Kensai guy again. He KILLED SERY!

Phoenix: He didn’t KILL him, but injuries are part of the sport.

Sery, through the pain, reaches out for Kensai, with a respectful offering of a handshake. The crowd goes CRAZY as Kensai reaches out and returns Sery’s handshake! The cheers are deafening until the crowd sees Sery choke up blood from his mouth. Kensai steps back as the EMTs quickly strap Sery down to a stretcher and quickly cart away the 4CW underdog.

Jeffrey: Shake hands, LOSER, see where SPORTSMANSHIP has gotten you?

Phoenix: BOTH men were proper sportsman tonight. Sery’s injury was unfortunate, but he’ll be back after some much needed R n R, and KENSAI will move on in 4CW to bigger and better things.

The moment of concern gone, in the ring, “Gulmira” by Ramin Djawadi hits again and the crowd start the cheers for the Skill Set member again, and Kensai, uncharacteristically, sucks up the cheers for a bit before heading to the back, slapping ‘5’ with the crowd as he makes his way up the ramp and into the back.

Jeffery: Not to change the subject, but when was the last time I made a comment about fucking your mother, Scott?

Phoenix: Too soon Ray, far too soon.

Jeffery: Well I-

Jeffery interrupted by a small blast of pyro and a generic douchey rap-rock song playing over the PA. Before too long, “The American Lion” Nate Johnson makes his way onto the stage, soaking in the crowd’s confused applause.

Phoenix: Johnson’s walking in like he owns the place, yet nobody really knows what to make of him.

Jeffery: Douche.

Phoenix: Threatened? I would be. There can only be so much asshole in one room, and he might be squeezing you out.

Jeffery: Your mom squeezed one out of me!

Johnson has made his way to the ring now, wearing a black and yellow vest over a “Boston Strong” t-shirt. Once he’s in the ring, he pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and waits for the non-existent crowd noise to fade. 

Johnson: …

Nate Johnson tries to talk into the mic, but no noise comes out. He taps the mic in confusion, but to no avail. Then slowly, almost beyond perception, the arena lights dim before finally cutting out.

Jeffery: I guess Drake forgot to pay the bills.

Phoenix: I fear there’s less humour in that statement than you intended.

Suddenly the lights come back on, with Gwendolyn standing in the middle of the ring with the cloaked man.

Phoenix: Wait, I thought Nate Johnson was the mystery man! Who the hell’s that?

Jeffery: Yay! Another thing to make me yawn!

Johnson: Well, hello there. I assume you wanted to see me in person?

Gwendolyn: I’m sorry, we haven’t met. *ahem* Who the fuck are you?!

Johnson: Ah, dearie. I thought you knew! I’m “The American Lion”. Nate Johnson. You may have seen me before as that cloaked grandpa over there.

Gwendolyn: Oh, him?

Gwendolyn takes a step back and touches the cloaked man on the arm.

Gwendolyn: This mystery man? No, you’re clearly confused, as am I. Which begs the question once again… who the fuck are you?!

Johnson laughs and runs his hand through his impeccably manicured hair.

Johnson: I guess the ruse is up, huh? Am I 4CW’s mystery man? ...No. But that’s your own damn fault, dear. You kept your old man’s identity so close to your chest, and what a chest that is, that seeing as nobody truly knew who to expect, someone like me could just sweep in and take your spot.

Gwendolyn: You think you’re clever, don’t you? You have no idea what you’ve done.

Johnson: Oh, I beg to differ. I know exactly what I did. You and Mr. Knowles were the only two people who knew your little secret. But now it doesn’t matter! Because I have the coupe de grass.

Phoenix: Yeah, that’s not how you pronounce that.

Jeffery: Shut up, she’s kinda hot.

Johnson pulls a paper out from his other back pocket and waves it in Gwendolyn’s face.

Johnson: Oh? Yeah, you know what this is! You were trying to get your grandpa here into that tag tournament, but guess what? I’m in now! Yeah, I got this old fuck’s spot, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Its here in legal binding ink.

Gwendolyn: Nothing I can do? Well, that’s a matter of opinion.

Johnson looks Gwendolyn up and down and slinks up to her with a predatory smile.

Johnson: Well there is one thing you could do. You seem intent on getting in on that tournament. And since I’m in it already… well you know.

Gwendolyn tries to take a step back, but is restrained by Johnson.

Gwendolyn: I’d let go of me if I were you. I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.

Johnson: What happens to you? Honey, anything I would do to you would be a blessing!

Gwendolyn: Last chance, Nate. You don’t know my name.

Johnson: What’s gonna happen to me? Your old crusty grandpa there’s gonna tell me to get off his yard? Bitch, please.

Johnson pulls Gwendolyn close to him and stares into her eyes. Her eyes to from fear to a confident smile.

Gwendolyn: That man is not my grandpa. He’s my husband…

Jeffery: Eww! Old guy sex!

Johnson: That’s supposed to scare me? I’ve beat many asses in my day.

Gwendolyn: … and my real name is Gwendolyn Wolfbaine!

Phoenix: WHAT?!

Jeffery: No, no, no! God no!

Before Johnson can react, he is taken completely off his feet by a violent lariat from the robed man. The man stands up and tears off his robe, revealing himself to be the former World and Tag Team Champion, Eddie Wolfbaine. He delivers a couple of soccer-style kicks to the body of Nate Johnson before letting off and screaming in the air.

Phoenix: After all this time, Eddie Wolfbaine is back!

Jeffery: I wish I was dead right now.

Nate Johnson is slow to get up, and once he is on one knee, Wolfbaine rushes him and crunches him in the face with a  running knee, breaking Johnson’s nose and sending blood gushing down his face. Wolfbaine picks Johnson up and throws him into the ropes. On the rebound, Eddie simply catches Johnson in the face with a violent punch. Eddie picks up the semi-conscious man and puts him in a double hammerlock. Eddie lifts the man up slightly, then drops to his knees, hitting Johnson with a  vicious jawbreaker. Still feeling the adrenaline, Eddie leaps back up and makes a throat cutting gesture.

Phoenix: Eddie still wants more?

Jeffery: Your mom wanted more last night.

Eddie picks Johnson up yet again and puts him in a double underhook. Still yelling like a mad man, he lifts Johnson up vertically and drops him in a brainbuster, his signature finishing manoeuvre.

Phoenix: Superman DDT! There can’t be anything left of Johnson.

Jeffery: That’s a shame. He… yeah, still don’t care.

Eddie leans over Johnson’s broken body and takes the 4CW contract for the tag match. He hands it to his wife and takes her microphone in exchange.

Wolfbaine: Never! Cry! Wolf!

Giving one last kick to his fallen opponent, he rolls out of the ring with his wife behind and makes his way up the ramp, high fiving fans all along the way.

Phoenix: Well I have to say, in a night full of surprises, I never saw that coming! Eddie Wolfbaine is back!

Jeffery: … oh, am I supposed to say something here? Let’s just move on. I’ve got a hooker on retainer and that shit ain’t cheap.

Phoenix:  Lets take a quick break, don't flip that channel...

Phoenix: It has come to that time of the night Ray, as can be seen by the ring crew out here now installing the Gallows Pole onto the corner of the ring right here in front of us.

Jeffrey: I have been looking forward to this all night, it felt like we were never going to get here, this night has dragged..

Phoenix: What do you mean

Jeffrey: Oh.. Eh.. I didn't mean dragged, I meant this night has been full of action...

Phoenix: If you say so Ray... But Sarah Loveless has entered the ring and the ring crew have finished setting up the ring so it appears we are about ready to start this match.

Loveless:   The next match has no time limit and the only way someone can win this match is by their opponent being rendered unconscious as a result from a rope wrapped around his neck... This next match is our Gallows Pole match.... Introducing first, in his first ever Gallows Pole matchup.. Jack 'Mad Dog' Valentine...

The lights dim as Supernova Goes Pop by Powerman 5000 begins to play. The music pops and the pryos explode off as Mad Dog appears from behind the curtain. He reaches the top of the ramp and stops to pose for the crowd. He extends his arms outward with a cocky grin and then pulls them back crossing his arms nodding his head. He walks down the ramp looking out into the crowd, taking a deep breath, and soaks it all in. He hops onto the canvas and enters the ring through the ropes. He immediately dashes to the farthest turnbuckle and hops on it throwing his hands back over his head revealing his body to the crowd and puts his head back with his eyes closed. After a second he hops down and walks to the centre of the ring before facing the crowd again and raising his right arm with a the same cocky grin across his face

Jeffrey: Jack is trying to put on a facade of not being fazed by that daunting Gallows Pole hanging above the ring..

Phoenix: You can't blame him Ray, this is one of the most scary matches in 4CW history, and it is a match that [chux] had made his own in previous years

Jeffrey: forget about [chux] he is the past, what's more important is that Belly has made this match his own in recent years as he defeated Carstein in the last Gallows Pole match and he is looking for his second straight victory tonight..

Phoenix: Jack Valentine will definitely have something to say about that, and although Mad Dog may have not expected this to be a Gallows Pole Match, it was definitely himself that pushed for this match tonight with Belly

Jeffrey: I think what you mean Scott is that Valentine took advantage of Belly being distracted by our owner Chris Drake, and then blindsided Belly from behind when he wasn't looking... He has tried to use Belly to make a name for himself

Phoenix: Valentine already had a name for himself Ray... he just proved he wasn't going to sit back and let Belly run over the entire roster and he stood in front of him and challenged him and here we are

Loveless:   Introducing his opponent, weighing in at 373lbs... Chris 'Belly' Marks..

The lights in the arena briefly turn to black before a blue glow emanates around the arena and ‘By Myself’ begins to play through the PA system as the crowd all rise to their feet looking towards the entrance way.  Through a midst of smoke, through the curtains steps the large frame of Chris ‘Belly’ Marks wearing his black bottoms and his sleeveless denim top covering his black t-shirt with his trademarked skull embroided on the front, a bandana wrapped around his head he steps onto the stage to a loud ovation from the crowd as he raises one arm high into the air before continuing his walk down the aisle towards the ring.

Once at ringside, Chris Marks walks around the ringside area until he reaches the far set of steel steps of which he climbs slowly, removing his bandana as he stands on the top step as he paces it on the steel ring post in front of him before making his way onto the ring apron and through the ropes into the ring where he once again raises a single arm to a chorus of boos from the crowd as he stares across the ring at his opponent before both men take another glance towards the hanging rope from the Gallows Pole.

Phoenix: The time for mind games is over Ray... this is what it has come down too... just 2 men, in the ring facing each other, no more games about bringing up people from Valentines past, trying to play games with Mad Dog... this is what 4CW is all about

Jeffrey: The mind games are over when Belly says they are Scott, but the one thing you are right about is that this is indeed 4CW... and what a match this is going to be.

The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially started as Jack Valentine cautiously comes out of his corner and starts to circle the ring, keeping one eye cautiously onto the hanging rope in the corner, and at the same time Belly slowly starts to move around the ring, almost nonchalantly showing that he is not bothered by the occasion or the matchup that he is in, as both men finally come together in the centre of the ring in a collar and elbow tie up, but this only lasts a second as Belly shows his obvious power advantage as he thrown Valentine backwards, sending him rolling back into the corner, but he is quick to regain his feet and he quickly moves out of the corner, realising that the corner he was in, is the ominous corner with the Gallows Pole frame hanging above it.

Jeffrey: I am not sure what Valentine is more afraid of Scott... Belly or that Gallows Pole..

Phoenix: I wouldn't say he is scared, but he is definitely apprehensive of the rope and the pole

Valentine moves out of the corner and then walks back into the centre of the ring and goes to tie up once again with Belly, who dodges the collar and elbow tie up, as he raises a knee into the gut of Mad Dog and then follows up the knee with an elbow to the back of the head, dropping Valentine to one knee in the centre of the ring.  Belly grab a handful of hair and drags Valentine back to his feet as he delivers a punch to Mad Dogs head, followed by another, and a third, sending him reeling backwards into the corner turnbuckle, where Belly continues to launch closed fist after closed fist, switching between the head and the body, leaving Valentine unable to protect himself until the referee intervenes and tries to push his way in between the 2 men, but Belly just stops and pushes the referee out of the way, but the strength of Belly compared to the referee sends the referee half way across the ring from a single push.

Phoenix: You can't put your hands on the referee Belly..

Jeffrey: The referee has no business trying to stop Belly whilst he is on the attack.. the referee's job in this match is to ring the bell and then stand back and let these 2 guys fight it out...

Belly stands there looking at a slouched Valentine and smirks to himself as he grabs a hold of Valentines arm, and then pulls him out of the corner, delivering a huge Irish whip across the ring, sending Valentine crashing into the corner of the ring where the Gallows Pole is hanging above.  Belly follows up the Irish whip as he charge across the ring, connecting with a huge big Splash in the corner, causing Jack Valentine to drop to a seated position in the corner, looking dazed already.

Jeffrey: Belly is wanting to finish this match early, look at what he is reaching for already...

Reaching up, Belly takes a hold of the noose hanging above his head and pulls it down as he holds it in his hand, looking around at the crowd before bending down and placing the noose around the head of Valentine, as he reaches over the top rope for the other end of the rope and goes to hoist up Valentine, but Jack Valentine does not hang around as he quickly throws the noose off of his neck and slides under the bottom rope to the outside, with a look of shock on his face at having that noose wrapped around his neck, he wastes no time however, reaching under the bottom rope and taking a hold of that noose and pulling it quickly, so that all of the rope quickly passes over the pulley and fall to the canvas, as he quickly pulls the entire length of the rope out of the ring, leaving Belly stood in the middle of the ring asking what he is doing, looking a little confused himself, as he watches Jack Valentine take the whole 20 foot length of rope and walk around the ring and then he simply throws it over the crowd barricade into the crowd, where the fans go crazy and all try to grab a piece of the rope.

Jeffrey: What is Valentine doing... he just threw the rope into the crowd...

Phoenix: Its actually an ingenious move by Mad Dog, as he has stopped Belly from going from an early victory by getting rid of the rope, you can't win without that rope..

Jeffrey: Yes, but Valentine cannot win either without that rope... he has just thrown this entire match into the crowd... you will never get that rope back now

Valentine is walking around the ring, looking happy with his decision to discard the rope, knowing he can't lose the match without the rope, but as he is looking pleased with himself, all of a sudden, a large hand reaches over the top rope and grabs a hold of the top of his head, as Belly leans over and take s a handful of hair, and begins to pull Jack Valentine up from the floor below, up onto the apron of the canvas, but it is Valentine who reacts the quickest as he grabs a hold of Belly's head and drops off the apron back onto the floor below, hanging Belly's neck over the top rope, slingshotting Belly back into the middle of the ring onto his back.

Phoenix: A good counter there by Valentine as now needs to take advantage of this situation and keep up the attack on Belly

Jack Valentine slides under the bottom rope and begins to stomp away on Belly, but the big man is refusing to stay down, this doesn't deter Valentine however as he backs off to the ropes and uses them to give him a bit of momentum as he comes back and delivers a boot to the face of the kneeling big man, sending Belly crashing back to the canvas.

Jeffrey: Valentine can attack Belly and do as much damage as he wants, but the fact is, without that rope he just gave to the fans, then he cannot win this match...

Valentine reaches down and grabs a hold of Belly's head and pulls the big man up to his feet, as he then quickly takes a few steps backwards and then lunges forward trying to go for a early Super Kick to the jaw of Belly, but the big man scouted the move and side stepped the on rushing kick before almost taking Valentines head off with a vicious short armed clothesline , dropping Mad Dog to the canvas, luckily with his head still intact.  Belly doesn't make the mistake of taking his eye off the ball this time though as he is quick to take advantage by running against the ropes and coming back to the fallen Valentine, jumping high in the air and then landing the whole weight of his body down across the chest of Valentine, where he remains for a few seconds as if waiting for the referees count, before realising there are no pinfall's in this matchup

Phoenix: I think Belly forgot for a minute that this was a Gallows Pole match as he was waiting for the referee to begin the count

Jeffrey: He never forgot Scott, he was just taking his time, planning his next move methodically like a true champion

Phoenix: Don't get me started on that again Ray, he is not a champion, that title belt that he has placed on the time keepers table is a defunct championship of which does not officially exist anymore.

Jeffrey: He is a champion Scott, he acts like a champion, he looks like a champion and he carries a belt like a champion...

Phoenix: It looks like Belly is looking for that rope that Valentine discarded not so long ago, as he is staring off into the fans, trying to find out where the rope has ended up.

Valentine is in the middle of the ring, struggling to get up to his hands and knees as he lays on the canvas, garnering enough energy to raise his head to see Belly exit the ring through the ropes and stepping slowly down to the floor as he walks around the outside of the ring looking for the long rope that had been previously take off the pulley and thrown into the crowd by Valentine early in the contest. 

Phoenix: Belly is starting to search for the rope, that’s the one thing you need to be able to finish this match

Jeffrey: everyone knows these fans will take anything they find home.. Belly will never get that rope back

In the ring, Valentine struggles to get up to his hands and knees as he crawls slowly towards the ropes in hope of using them to aid him back to his feet but as he just reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope, Belly has already managed to find the rope as fans in the crowd pass it forward seemingly having hidden the rope under their chairs.  The 20 foot long rope is eventually passed forward and Belly holds it high above his head as the crowd cheer before he turns around and slides it under the bottom rope into the ring. 

Phoenix: I think you underestimated this crowd and these people Ray, they ain't thieves

Jeffrey: Huh.. If you say so, why don’t you give them your car keys and see if you get them back then

Valentine manages to reach up to the second rope and just as Belly rolls under the bottom rope, Mad Dog has used the ropes to get back to his feet, albeit with shaky legs and using the ropes to keep him up-right as Belly stands up and goes to pick up the rope but notices the fragile body of his opponent catching his breath leaning against the ropes, and decides to leave the rope on the canvas and instead walks over to Valentine.

Jeffrey:    Valentine is coming back to life Belly hasn’t won this match yet...

Just as Valentine lets go and steps forward he is met with a big forearm shot to his head from the self proclaimed Universal Champion which sends his stumbling backwards and bouncing off the ropes where he comes forward once again and swings his own right hand, landing it directly on the head of the big man.  Belly repeats his earlier forearm shot but once again Mad Dog rebounds back from the ropes and connects with his own right hand... Belly for a third time throws the same right forearm shot and sends Valentine once again reeling backwards but this time without hesitation and obviously learning from his previous mistakes, he doesn’t wait for Jack Valentine to come back at him as he quickly charges forward but it is Valentine who reacts quickly and grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands as he drops down and pulls the top rope with him, sending Belly crashing over the top rope and falling to the floor below.

Jeffrey: That’s why Valentine is going to win this match and lay claim to that title Belly walks around with... He just showed his superior intellect and outsmarted Chris Marks

Phoenix: Mad Dog is showing a lot of resilience there to not only withstand the blows but come out on top

Getting back to his feet, Valentine looks at Belly slowly getting to his feet outside the ring and quickly looks around, sees the rope in the ring once again that he had previously got rid of and makes his way over to it and picks it up by the noose, but as he looks at the noose he seems to change his mind and throws the rope back to the canvas as he looks over to the time keepers table and quickly climbs out of the ring, and grabs the defunct Universal Title belt from the ring announcers table and then slides back into the ring, where he stands in the centre holding the title belt in front of him, looking at it, until out of the corner of his eye, he sees Belly standing back to his feet on the outside and without hesitation Valentine runs against the ropes and then gaining speed across the ring, he jumps high over the top rope, to the outside, clutching onto the Universal Title belt as he holds it forward and it connects clean with the forehead of Belly as a result of the suicide dive over the top rope.

Phoenix: What a move, straight over the top rope to the floor below

Jeffrey:   The title belt straight to Belly’s face, that’s going to do some damage

Jumping back up to his feet he looks down at the fallen  former Champion as the belt has opened a cut on his forehead and blood begins to seep out, slowly making its way down the side of Chris Marks face and dripping onto the mat beneath him.  Valentine stares at the sight of the blood and then places the title belt, gold face down, onto the forehead of Belly and begins to unload boot after boot onto the title belt and he continues until the ferocity of his stomps moves the belt from the head of the champion.  Stopping only to bend down and pick up the title, a slight smile comes across Jack Valentine's face as the small cut has now more than doubled in size due to the targeted attack.  He once again turns his attention to the belt which now has the blood of Chris Marks smeared all over the face of the title which from his reaction, it would seem Valentine likes the improvement to the belt.

Phoenix: Valentine seems memorised by the blood stained belt

Jeffrey:   This is unconscionable.. Valentine will stop at nothing to win this match

Valentine discards the blood sodden title by throwing it onto Belly as if to give it him back before he rolls back into the ring and proceeds to pick up the noose end of the rope which is still lying on the canvas in the ring.  Holding the noose in his hand he walks towards the ropes and throws the noose end over the top rope to the floor below where it narrowly misses Belly’s face.  Taking his time, he methodically finds the other end of the rope and takes a hold of it, taking time t quickly check that Bely still hasn’t regained his feet, Valentine makes his way over to the daunting pole attached to the corner post, where he begins to climb the turnbuckle, holding onto the pole with one hand and the rope with another he makes his way onto the top rope where he threads the rope through the pulley once again, as it were when the match begun before Valentine had decided to discard the rope into the audience in an aide to stop Belly from winning early.

Phoenix: If he hadn’t removed the rope early on, he wouldn’t have to do this now

Jeffrey: Forget that Scott, Valentine is getting ready to finish this match

As the rope is threaded through the pulley, Mad Dog looks down and sees Belly getting back to his feet, his face donning a crimson mask and looking dazed struggling back to a vertical base.  Valentine carefully adjusts his footing as he turns himself around whilst still standing on the top turnbuckle, he now has his back up against the pole and is facing Chris Mars as the crowd all rise to their feet in anticipation as they see the Valentine live up to his 'Mad Dog' moniquer as he launches himself and jump's from the top rope and lands with his legs straddling the head of the self confessed Universal champion as he reverses his own momentum and leans back, clasping hold of Belly’s head with his legs and somehow managed to hurricanrana the much larger opponent as he flips Belly onto his back once again.

Phoenix: OH MY GOD.... What a move, Valentine just leaped from the top rope onto Chris Marks shoulders and turned him inside out

Standing up, Valentine looks at his fallen opponent once again before turning and picking up the noose end of the rope lying at his feet, where he begins to wrap the noose around the crimson covered head of Chris Marks who has remained motionless since the huge hurricanrana.  Once the rope had been placed around the Belly's neck, Valentine tightens the noose so it cannot slide off Belly’s neck and then stands up looking happy with his work before making his way to the ring steps and slowly climbing them and entering the ring through the middle ropes instead of simply rolling underneath the bottom rope.  Once in the ring, Valentine picks up the end of the rope that is now reattached to the pulley on the Gallows Pole and begins to pull on the rope until he has taken up the slack and then he takes a good grip with both hands and begins to pull hard on the rope as Belly lets out a loud audible gasp of air as the noose tightens further around his neck on the outside of the ring.

Jeffrey: This is it Scott, the match is over... Jack Valentine is going to win this match and become the dominant force of 4CW

Mad Dog continues to pull on the rope but to try and alleviate some of the pressure, it is forcing Belly up to his knees, and then slowly up to his feet where the former champion has his arms out stretched, holding onto the rope, trying to pull the rope in the opposite direction to Valentine to give him a bit of slack to allow him to breath.  Valentine reaches his hands up the rope even further and tries to lift his legs off the canvas trying to use his whole body weight to pull even tighter but the more Gallows Pole experienced competitor,  is not giving up as he uses his legs and manoeuvres his knee onto the apron of the ring, using the help of the rope to pull himself up onto the apron, giving him a moment of slack on the rope to take a breath before Valentine takes up the tension again and continues to try and hoist the large man further up.

Phoenix: I don’t think Belly can take much more of this, he is being choked to death

Belly’s face begins to turn slightly purple as he stares into the eyes of Valentine who has started to turn a shade of red himself through over exertion in attempting to pull the rope tight, But then all of a sudden Belly’s face turns from one of panic and struggle as a smile comes across his face and he jumps backwards off the apron of the ring, Valentine tries to hold the rope steady but the pressure and weight of both men cause the pulley to break away from the pole as it snaps and both men come crashing down, Belly to the outside and Valentine falling onto his back in the middle of the ring.

Jeffrey: That was a genius tactic by the champion there, using his weight to break the pulley allowing him to once again breathe and stay in this match

Phoenix: Genius nothing, he was just too fat for the pulley to hold

The referee takes a look at both men, laying on the ground, Valentine in the ring and Belly outside of the ring, but he is helpless to do anything, as no standing ten count can stop this match, nothing can stop this match until one man has passed out unconscious caused by the rope being around their neck.  The referee looks on as the crowd begin to chant for Mad Dog, who responds in kind as is the first of the two men to begin to get back to his feet, causing the crowd to chant louder and louder as they are getting behind their favourite who has now regained his footing, just before Belly does the same thing on the outside, however Belly has to use the announce table as leverage to help him get back to his feet.

Phoenix: Jack Valentine has began to feed off the energy from this crowd here tonight...

Belly regains his feet but still has the noose tied around his neck, albeit looser than it was previously but none the less it is still there, as he stumbles over to the edge of the apron and reaches up to the middle rope, to give him a helping hand as he looks to step back up onto the apron, but it is Jack Valentine who reacts quickest and moves over to head off the big man, as he bends down under the top rope and swing s fist at the head of Belly, hoping to put him off balance, but the shot doesn't seem to faze the big man who continues to pull himself up onto the apron, and then Valentine swings another show, but the second one is blocked by Belly, who steps up onto the apron and Valentine swings again, but the third shot is blocked again by Belly who returns with a winging punch of his own, but now it is Valentine who blocks the show, and then swings another of his own, but yet again, Belly blocks this punch, but the big man shows his reactions has returned as immediately after blocking the punch, he throws his head forward, connecting with a huge head but to Mad Dog, which sends him reeling backwards holding his head

Jeffrey: Belly outsmarted Valentine then, suckered him in then BANG with a huge head but

Belly uses the space created by the head but to step back into the ring, noose still attached to his neck, as he goes after Jack Valentine, who moves his hands from his head to reveal a slight cut along the eye brow from the head butt, and this is like waving a red flag at a raging bull, as Belly sees this and targets that eye as grabs a hold of Valentines hair, throws his head back and brings it forward, with another huge head but, sending Mad Dog reeling backwards into the corner , opening that cut a little more.

Phoenix: Even with that noose around his neck, Belly has managed to turn this match in his favour with one head butt.

Belly wastes no more time and grabs a hold of Valentines arm, and pulls him out of the corner, pushing him back against the ropes and Irish whipping Mad Dog across the ring, and he meets Valentine upon his return by raising his boot into the air, connecting with Valentines face, causing Mad Dog to crash down to the canvas holding the side of his face once again, leaving Belly standing tall in the centre of the ring as he raises his arm and signals for the Right Path running powerbomb, and then reaches down, grabbing a hold of the hair once again, dragging Mad Dog back to his feet and then scoping him up with ease onto his shoulder

Jeffrey: This is it, If Belly hits the Right Path, this match is all but over.

Belly slowly walks around the ring with Valentine perched on his shoulder, as he reaches the corner and then raises his free hand once again before starting to run into the centre of the ring, about to hit the Right Path running power slam, but Jack Valentine slides off the shoulder of Belly, to behind him and as he does he keeps a hold of the rope attached to the noose which is still around Belly's neck and he pulls on it, jerking Belly backwards neck first, turning the big man around, and as he does turn around, Jack Valentine steps forward, raising his leg and connects flush with a Super kick, and both men drop to the canvas

Phoenix: Valentine countered the Right Path into a Super kick... Belly is out..

Jeffrey: I think that was all the energy Valentine had left though, as both men are now on the canvas... Valentine cannot capitalise on the situation

Phoenix: Come on Mad Dog, if you're going to do it, now is the time...

Both men are lying motionless in the middle of the ring, the noose still noticeably attached around the neck of Belly, but the rope just laid out on the canvas after the pulley had broke and laying opposite him is the challenger who now is also wearing a crimson mask  of his own to match that of Chris Marks.  Both men slowly begin to stir and try to get back to their feet simultaneously, but Valentine is slightly quicker and managed to get to a standing base as Belly is still on one knee, but the former champion is soon knocked back down to the canvas as Valentine swings a chopping side kick to the side of Belly’s head, almost knocking out the self confessed Universal Champion in the process.

Jeffrey: This has been a war, but Valentine has once again proven there that he is going to leave here victorious

Valentine stumbles backwards as the kick itself unbalances the challenger, but the sight of the Chris Marks flat out on his back reinvigorates Valentine as he regains his composure and once again goes for the rope, but once in his hand, he looks around at what he can use for leverage now the pulley has broke.  Looking up at the Gallows Pole hanging out over the turnbuckle, it’s almost like a light bulb has switched on in his head, as he takes a hold of some more of the rope and begins to climb the turnbuckle once again, just like before, but this time instead of having to thread the rope through the pulley, he simply throws the rope over the overhanging pole, using the Gallows Pole itself to provide the height and leverage he needs.

Phoenix: The pole will defiantly hold stronger than the pulley did

Jeffrey:   Even Belly’s fat as won’t be able to save him this time

Still perched on the top rope, Valentine quickly pulls the slack off the rope until it is tight and then begins to use all of his strength to try and hoist Belly a little bit so that the noose once again tightens around the Chris Mark's neck. 

Jeffrey: Give up Belly, it’s over...

Belly has to quickly react before he is choked out, as he begins to get to his knees yet again, and at the same time he is holding onto the rope trying to give himself a bit of breathing room although it seems to be slipping through his fingers as he struggles to breathe.  Valentine can lift the champion no further but looks down at the big man kneeling in the middle of the ring, noose wrapped tight around his neck and his arms reaching out, holding onto the rope all to stop himself from passing out.  Mad Dog  is sensing victory, as he carefully holds onto the rope and shuffles his feet, turning around so he is facing the crowd and has his back to the ring, holding onto the rope above his head as he used all his strength to try and pull it down in front of him...

Phoenix: How can any man survive this... Jack Mad Dog Valentine is surely just seconds away from his debut Gallows Pole match victory

Over the guard rail jumps a man in a hooded jumper, he steps over the guard rail with ease and reaches his large legs up and stands up onto the apron quickly but Valentine can’t see as he has his back to the ring whilst balancing on the top rope, trying to pull tight on rope attached at the other end to Belly’s neck.  The man quickly climbs the turnbuckle as just as Valentine realises that someone has quickly climbed the corner, the man has grabbed a hold of the slack rope of which is hanging down below Valentine and quickly wraps this slack rope around the challengers neck, not once, not twice but three times as Valentine lets go of the rope, releasing the pressure from Belly’s neck and allowing Belly to take a deep breath as he holds onto the rope. The hooded man gives a big right hand to the head of Valentine who is unbalanced from the top turnbuckle and falls off, over to the outside of the ring, the rope quickly tightens as Valentine is stopped from falling all the way to the floor below due to the rope being wrapped around his neck, and the rope is anchored on the other end by the neck of Belly in the middle of the ring.

Phoenix: Oh My god.. Both men are being choked at the same time because of that fan... Someone do something

Jeffrey: What’s going on, can anyone just get involved in this match, come on ref get that rope from around Valentine's neck... this is unfair

Both men struggle as Belly tries pull back on the rope to create a bit of slack as Valentine's legs on the outside of the ring begin to kick away as he struggles to try and free himself.  The hooded man jumps off the apron onto the floor below where he picks up the blood covered Universal Championship that had been tossed on the floor earlier by Valentine.

Phoenix: Hey security, do something will you...

The hooded man walks around the ring with the defunct Universal championship in his hand and comes to a stop as he stands in front of Jack Valentine who's legs are flailing around, inches from the floor, trying desperately to find somewhere to put his feet to try and take the pressure of his neck as he is being hung over the gallows pole itself with the other end of the noose wrapped around the neck of Belly, kneeling in the ring.  The hooded man holds up the title to the face of Valentine, as suddenly, he reels the title back and hits Jack Valentine over the head, not once, not twice but three times, direct to the bloody head of Jack Valentine, trying his best to knock out Valentine before he passes out from the lack of oxygen.

Phoenix: Come on referee, do something, someone do something..

The man drops the title belt and begins to throw punch after punch to the gut of the hanging Jack Valentine, each thundering blow driving a bit more oxygen out of the lungs of Mad Dog, as the hooded man is unrelenting in his attack as he works on the body of Valentine, before he stops the shots and just stands there staring at the almost lifeless Mad Dog, before bending down and retrieving the defunct championship, as he once again holds it in the face of Jack Valentine.

Phoenix: He has just destroyed Jack Valentine, as Mad Dog is hung from the Gallows Pole

Belly is beginning to lose his energy as with every second that passes, a little bit more air escapes his body, but just as the champions energy to hold onto the rope is wailing, Valentine on the outside is also beginning to fade and his legs stop kicking as his face turns purple..  The referee leans through the ropes to the outside and checks on the challenger who has been rendered unconscious, the referee quickly calls for the bell as he jumps out of the ring, and attempts to lift the legs of Valentine to take the pressure off his neck.  Belly who has won the match, drops his arm from the ropes, as his eyes close whilst still kneeling in the ring, passing out from lack of oxygen mere seconds after Valentine had passed out under his own weight hanging from the Gallows Pole.

Phoenix: Belly wins.. Belly Wins..

Loveless: The winner of this match... Chris 'Belly' Marks

Jeffrey: He doesn’t look like a winner... Valentine was robbed

The referee and the ringside doctor manages to lift Valentine feet onto the apron where they unravel the rope from around his neck and thus releasing the tension on the rope so that Belly collapses backwards in the middle of the ring, laying unconscious as the ring announcer announces Belly as the winner of the match and retaining his championship. 

Phoenix: We need some medical assistance out here now and will someone get security to get arrest this fan...

The Hooded man on the outside of the ring, slides under the bottom rope holding onto the Universal Championship where he stands up over the unconscious body of the so called champion and removes his hooded jacket as the fans take a deep breath as those who are familiar with the history of 4CW are shocked to see who has been revealed.  Standing above the unconscious kneeling body of Belly, is none other than the leader of New Redemption who had been terrorising Valentine over the last couple of months, but dismissed by Jack Valentine as a trick by Belly, the man is revealed as the 6'8" long haired, Minion..

Jeffrey: That's no fan... Oh My God... He is here... Its Minion.. Minion has returned to 4CW..

Phoenix: It doesn't matter who it is Ray, he just interrupted an incredible match and caused Jack Valentine to lose a match he was surely about to win.

Jeffrey:   For months New Redemption was warning Valentine, and yet Valentine would not take heed of the warnings... Well Valentine isn't laughing now is he...

Phoenix: What does it mean though, having Minion standing next to Belly like this, was it Belly that had brought Minion back to 4CW? Had Belly planned this all along?

In the ring, Minion takes another look at the crimson stained defunct Universal Championship before looking down at Belly, still slumped backwards on his knees, his eyes still closed and the noose still wrapped around his neck.  Minion turns around from Belly and look towards Jack Valentine who is being attended to by the ringside doctor still as he takes a step closer towards Mad Dog, but then suddenly and without warning, Minion turns and runs quickly, delivering a boot to the side of Belly's head, causing him to fall backwards after a huge collision with Minion's boot, as the big man throws the hair out of his eyes and looks down at Belly smiling as he drops the crimson title across the unconscious body of Belly.

Jeffrey: If Belly wasn't already unconscious, then that boot would have definitely knocked him out, what a vicious and thunderous blow that was... That was incredible.

Phoenix: Incredible isn't the word I would have used Ray.. Minion has come in here and has just turned 4CW upside down, he has taken out two of the biggest stars and is now seemingly enjoying the devastation he has caused.

Jeffrey: I think Minion just answered your question as to whether he was in collusion with Belly though Scott.

After Minion drops the title onto the fallen body of Belly, he once again turns his attention back to Jack Valentine, who has began to show signs of life as the doctor is assessing him, and he begins to regain consciousness, Minion, turns and walks towards him, causing the doctor to back off quickly as he reaches down and grabs a hold of Mad Dog's arm as he drags Valentine into the ring and then he drags the limp body of Valentine to his feet as he holds him by his neck, Minions huge hands wrapped around the throat of Valentine as he leans forward and whispers something into Valentine's ear before forcing Mad Dog's head between his legs, and wraps his arms under his stomach before he lifts him up and then delivers a massive jack knife powerbomb, and the ring shakes like an earthquake as Valentine is once again rendered unconscious this time in the middle of the ring, before Minion stands in between both Belly and Valentine, raises his arm high and then begins to exit the ring.

Jeffrey:   Minion has seemingly returned to 4CW and has decimated these two superstars

Phoenix: What was the need for this Ray, I ask you.. this was a vicious ambush, and totally un called for, it had ruined what was an amazing match and what looked like was going to be a victory for Jack Valentine

Jeffrey: Minion just proved he can do what he wants, when he wants Scott... If you are going to send a message there is no better way.

Phoenix: We need some medical personnel down here straight away, these men both need help.

Minion leaves the ring and steps back over the ring barrier, the way he entered not so long ago, leaving both Belly and Valentine unconscious in the middle of the ring as the show goes to a commercial break.

Phoenix: Welcome back, and up next, we have a major announcement...

"Stricken" by Disturbed hits the speakers and the crowd explodes in the knowledge that the former Grandslam Champion and current 4CW owner is here.

Chris Drake emerges from behind the curtain, looking sharp in his jet black tailored suit and black shirt.  He smiles to the crowd and starts to make his way down the ramp.

Jeffery: I'm hearing that Belly was taken away from the arena and to hospital during the break, I wonder if that's why Drake has suddenly got brave and appeared here tonight...

Phoenix: Why don't you ask him Ray?...

Jeffery: Err...  Well...

Drake climbs the ring steps, and ducks between the top two ropes.  Once in the ring he waits for the crowd to quieten down their "Chris Drake" chant before bringing a microphone to his lips.

Drake: Thank you, thank you.  I have an announcement to make, but before I get to that, I want to touch upon something that has been happening on my shows for the last few weeks.

He paces back and forth a couple of times as if in thought.

Drake: Chris 'Belly' Marks. I've quite enjoyed you being my personal biographer these last few weeks, and when I finally write my memoirs, you can be sure to have a mention.  I might even use some of your footage for the TV Special that HBO are planning to run on me next year.  In short Chris, you're not getting to me.  You try as hard as you want, but I'll keep running this place in my own way, and I'll keep getting it right.  You see, Chris, I have nothing to hide and all your extensive research has shown up is that I like to unwind at the end of a hard day drumming up new sponsors with a good bourbon.  I think you need to focus more on the problems you might have with Valentine and Minion...

Jeffery: I think Drake is hinting that he rehired Minion just to take care of his Belly problems...

Drake: And now, not to far more important business.  Between the next Storm Front and the following Pay Per View there will be a tag team competition.  The competition will start in two weeks and involve four teams.  Each of these teams will fight each other once, so they will have three matches each.

Drake pauses and allows the slower of the audience members to keep up.

Drake: Two points will be given for a victory, and one point will be taken away for a defeat.  At the next Pay Per View, which is scheduled for the 12th of January, the two teams with the most points will face each other and the winner of the final PPV match will be crowned 4CW Tag Team Champions.

A pop from the audience as they realise that Chris Drake is bringing another of the titles back to 4CW.

Drake:   The following four teams have applied and been accepted into the competition.  The Skill Set.

A "Ssskkkkkiiiiilllll Sssseeeeetttttt" chant goes around the arena as Drake announces them.

Drake: The Great Brittons.

The Brittons get a colder reception, but garner a reaction, none the less.

Drake:   And the two teams independently announced earlier tonight, The NME.

NME gets booed by all the younger fans in attendance, although the older fans cheer and chant for them.

Drake: And finally, Eddie Wolfbaine returns to 4CW and will take part, although at this point Wolfbaine is without a partner.  If he is unable to find one, then he will fight solo until he manages to convince someone to join him.

'Walk Ye The Plank' by Sounds Like Chicken suddenly hits the speakers and the new Custom Champion, Carlos Murphy, strides onto the ramp.  Now dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, with his title draped over his left shoulder and a microphone held in his right hand.

The crowd boo the interruption, but wait expectantly to hear what Murphy has to say.  After a few more seconds he puts them out of their misery.

Murphy: I've just got two things to say.  First, how good does this belt look on me?

Boos from the crowd as The Law smirks.

Murphy:   And secondly, how can we have a Tag Team competition, and not have the best tag team in 4CW take part in it?  Drake, you've made some terrible decisions since you bought this place, but surely this is the most stupid.  The Law Abiding Citizens would win the competition with only one arm between them, but you've left them out.

Drake: Carlos.  That belt slung over your shoulder tells me you should be happy about my decision making process because it was my call to put you into that match after Rhysus dumped you out of the Heavyweight tournament two weeks ago.  And as for the Law Abiding Citizens, they aren't contracted to 4CW.  They are your private security company and as such they aren't eligible to be part of this.

A slight boo around the audience as there was hope that the LAC were going to be part of proceedings.

Drake:  But... My friend, and former tag team partner, Christopher Dawson, is here tonight, and he's brought his team with him.  I know for a fact that they are itching for a match tonight, so, if the Law Abiding Citizens can beat the Great Brittons in a match tonight then I'm happy for the LAC to replace the Brittons in the competition.

Jeffery: What?  Drake had just made a decision about who was going to be in the tournament, and he's already changing his mind and making adjustments.

Phoenix: He's trying to please all the people, all the time.  I can't see this working...

Murphy: Say goodbye to the last of your friends Drake, because my boys are gonna send them back to England.

Drake:   No problem Carlos.  By the way, the match is next...

As Drake finishes his sentence 'Rule, Britannia' hits the PA system and Christopher Dawson appears at the top of the ramp, next to Murphy, and strides past him and towards the ring.  Following closely behind both of the Britton brothers appear and stare at Murphy as they also make their way to the ring.  Murphy motions through the curtain and after a few seconds Von Monro and Steele Saunders appear and make their way to the ring.

Charles Britton stands in the middle of the ring and waits to see which member of the Law Abiding Citizens he will face first. Von Monro says he wants to start, but Saunders insists he wants to kick things off. Von Monro looks happy that his partner is so eager and climbs through the ropes to allow Saunders to start.

The two men approach each other in the middle of the ring and start to circle each other slowly. Saunders leans in towards Charles Britton and attempts a collar and elbow tie up; Charles Britton lashes out with a stiff kick to the left leg of Saunders, which causes him to hop away to his own corner. Charles Britton stands in the centre of the ring, smiling.

Phoenix: Charles Britton seems happy with the opening confrontation…

Saunders shakes his leg out, relieving the deadness from it. He moves back to the centre of the ring and offers up a test of strength to Charles Britton; Charles Britton looks, smiles, and offers up his hand as well.

Jeffery: Surely Charles Britton is just gonna boot him!

Phoenix: Saunders should know better…

The two wrestlers link fingers, Charles Britton’s right hand with Saunders’s left; then Charles Britton swings his left hand round, looking for a clubbing haymaker, which Saunders manages to sway backwards and avoid, breaking the test of strength as he does.

Jeffery: Told you Saunders shouldn’t have trusted him.

Charles Britton offers yet another test of strength, holding his right hand in the air, flexing his fingers as he awaits acceptance from Saunders. Saunders looks left and right, his eyes asking the audience for advice. The crowd screams back a resounding ‘no’, but Saunders still offers up his own hand, and the two link fingers once more.

Phoenix: Saunders choosing to trust Charles Britton on this one.

Charles Britton offers up his left hand to Saunders, holding it in the air for several seconds, waiting for acceptance. Again, Saunders looks to the crowd; again, they warn him not to complete the test. And, for the second time, he ignores them and puts his right hand into Charles Britton’s left.

Phoenix: Saunders hoping to make a match of this here…

As the hands touch, Charles Britton lashes out with a kick to the stomach of Saunders, causing him to double up in pain. Charles Britton follows up with another kick, this time to Saunders’s chest, making him topple backwards to the mat.

Phoenix: Maybe now Saunders will learn not to trust Charles Britton!

Saunders struggles around and manages to get back to his knees just in time to see another kick coming in from Charles Britton, this one catching him in the face, making him fall back to the mat holding his jaw.

Jeffery: Steele Saunders getting taught a lesson here tonight by one-half of the Great Brittons.

Saunders rolls to the outside, looking to regroup his thoughts and strategy; Charles Britton remains in the ring, posing for his fans in the centre of the arena.

Phoenix: Charles Britton wasting valuable time here; he should get right after Saunders.
 
Saunders walks the outside of the ring, remaining mindful of where Leon Britton is currently situated, and staying out of his way. Charles Britton beckons Saunders to re-enter the ring, and Saunders obliges, rolling under the bottom rope and moving close to Charles Britton again. Again, Charles Britton offers up a test of strength, which Saunders responds to by raising his own hand to meet it. Von Monro starts to scream at Saunders, telling him not to go into this position again; he starts to hammer the turnbuckle and stretch out his hand, looking for a tag.

Jeffery: Von Monro wants in here, it looks like he has seen one too many rookie mistakes from the 4CW newcomer.

Phoenix: Charles Britton has outwitted him every time on these, and hasn’t actually gone through with the move at all!

As Charles Britton and Saunders’ fingers touch, Charles Britton again lashes out with a kick, this time aiming for Saunders’ side; he scores with it, staggering the L-A-C member. Charles Britton sends another kick into Saunders’ other side, but Saunders clamps his arm over Charles Britton’s leg and drags him down with a standing leg sweep.

Phoenix: Saunders was just waiting ‘til Charles Britton kicked him in the right place! He was playing possum the whole time!

Jeffery: Saunders suckered him in! He wanted Charles Britton to score those kicks and now Saunders has Charles Britton where he wants him, flat on his back!

Saunders scrambles onto Charles Britton and rolls him over so Charles Britton is on him stomach, then climbs onto Charles Britton’s back and clamps his arms around his head, pulling back as soon as he can. Charles Britton cries out in pain and immediately starts shuffling backwards, managing to get back to his hands and knees, but Saunders keeps a grip on the hold. Charles Britton continues to try and regain his vertical base and wraps an arm of his own around the legs of Saunders in an attempt to gain leverage. Saunders keeps the headlock on, but Charles Britton now regains his footing and sends a couple of punches to the midsection of Saunders, weakening the hold but not breaking it.

Phoenix: Saunders showing a dogged determination here in an attempt to not release Charles Britton, but I can’t see him winning this match with a headlock; sooner or later, he’ll have to release it and try for a different move!

Saunders glances over his shoulder and sees Von Monro pretty close; he removes one arm from the neck of Charles Britton and stretches behind himself to tag in his partner.

Jeffery: Let’s see if L-A-C can hit a double team move or two…

As soon as the tag is made, Saunders releases Charles Britton and ducks underneath the top rope to the outside, where he takes a hold of the turnbuckle cord and waits ‘til he is called again.

Phoenix: Saunders seems to have complete faith in Von Monro, so much so that he’s happy not to double-team one-half of the Brittons!

Von Monro and Charles Britton both dive in at the same time, hammering each other with a blur of rights and lefts as each man throws haymakers at the other. Charles Britton lands the first major punch to inflict damage, a hard right on Von Monro’s chin, staggering him backwards. Charles Britton steps towards the already recovering Von Monro and grins maliciously at him. Von Monro stands his ground and smirks back, straightening his jaw, showing that the punch didn’t hurt.

Jeffery: Charles Britton attempting to intimidate Von Monro here, but Von Monro doesn’t seem affected.

Phoenix: Both these guys are legitimately tough, but Von Monro is six inches taller, so Charles will have to work harder to intimidate him...

Both men continue to square up in the middle of the ring, neither showing fear to the other. Von Monro starts talking trash to Charles Britton, Charles Britton retorts with words of his own. Von Monro throws a high punch towards Charles Britton’s head and connects squarely with his jaw, the power and speed surprising Charles Britton, causing him to stagger backwards. Von Monro throws another punch, causing Charles Britton to stagger again. This time, it’s Charles Britton’s turn to shake his head and grin, saying ‘didn’t hurt’.

Phoenix: Charles Britton showing Von Monro that he’s not hurt from the punches, either.

Von Monro throws a third punch; this time, Charles Britton sees it coming and sways backwards, out of Von Monro’ reach. Charles Britton fires a punch of his own over, Von Monro ducks it, grabs Charles Britton’s arm, and twists it around into a hammerlock. Charles Britton grimaces in pain and struggles to get free. Von Monro cranks the hold, making Charles Britton call in pain again. He struggles towards the ropes, reaching out and grasping them with his free hand. The referee forces a break up of the hold. Charles Britton shakes his arm in an attempt to regain feeling and does not notice Von Monro head off in the opposite direction, bounce off the ropes, and
begin hurtling back. Charles Britton turns and faces Von Monro just as he begins extending his right arm.

Phoenix: FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!

Charles Britton is lying on the mat, shaking his head slowly, and attempting to clear his cobwebs. Von Monro drops straight on him for a pin attempt.

1…

2…kick out.

Phoenix: Von Monro got too confident. He has to work harder than that to beat The Great Brittons!

Von Monro wastes no time and hurries around to Charles Britton’s legs, immediately grabbing one of his feet and slapping on a leg lock.

Phoenix: Lightning quick leg lock there from one-half of L-A-C; Von Monro is not giving Charles Britton any recovery time at all.

Von Monro cranks on the lock, causing Charles Britton to cry out in pain and wriggle around in an attempt to get free. Von Monro continues to synch in the hold, twisting at the tendons in Charles Britton’s leg, wrenching them to breaking point. Charles Britton slowly inches his way towards the ropes, reaching out in an attempt to grab them. Von Monro sees the proximity of Charles Britton’s hand to the ropes and tries to pull Charles Britton back to the centre of the ring; Charles Britton digs in and refuses to be pulled backwards, away from his salvation. He continues to inch towards the ropes, nearly reaching them. Von Monro releases the hold before Charles Britton reaches the ropes, immediately dropping an elbow to the small of Charles Britton’s back.  Charles Britton cries out in pain and reaches around behind himself towards the pain. Von Monro snatches Charles Britton’s arm and pushes it up into a hammerlock. Charles Britton cries out again, trying to fight off the move and the burning pain in his body. He reaches out with his free hand and manages to wrap it around the bottom rope. The referee tells Von Monro to release the hold, which he does immediately and steps away.

Phoenix: Von Monro smelling blood there and not letting Charles Britton breathe!

Charles Britton rises to his knees, and then moves to a crouching position. Von Monro runs to the ropes, hits them, and returns. This time, he goes low and chop blocks Charles Britton in the back of his leg. Charles Britton goes down to one knee again. Von Monro moves to the ropes and retags his partner, Steele Saunders, back into the match. Saunders, grinning, enters the match and rushes straight to Charles Britton, raising a big boot and nailing Charles Britton in the face with it. Charles Britton’s head snaps back, sending an arc of blood into the sky as his top lip bursts under the pressure. Charles Britton slumps back to the ground, breathing hard. Saunders runs to a ring post and climbs quickly to the top rope.

Jeffery: Can Saunders fly? I’m sure we’re about to find out…

Saunders launches himself from the top rope, looking to connect with an elbow drop. At the last moment, Charles Britton rolls out of the way, leaving Saunders just the hard mat to crash into!

Phoenix: Ooh! Saunders isn’t known for his highflying, and he paid the price there!

Saunders rolls to the outside of the ring, hoping to recover his breath and reassess his plans. Charles Britton moves to his corner, finally securing a much-needed tag to his partner, Leon Britton. Von Monro moves around the ring to where Saunders is recovering and begins to encourage him; Saunders nods in agreement. Saunders rolls back into the ring, still slightly dazed from crash landing, and does not notice Leon Britton run to the ropes and bounce off them. At the last second, Saunders sees the run and manages to duck a clothesline, but Leon Britton continues his run, hitting the other ropes. This time, Saunders leaps over the onrushing Leon Britton and, as Leon Britton hits the ropes again, Von Monro reaches into the ring and grabs his ankle, causing Leon Britton to stumble. Boos poor in, but they quickly diminish as Saunders rushes towards the distracted Leon Britton and attempts a clothesline of his own; this time, Leon Britton ducks, Saunders hits the ropes, and, as he is about to return, Charles Britton reaches into the ring and trips him.

Phoenix: Von Monro did it first, and now Charles Britton’s returning the favour!

The crowd cheers the retaliation, as The Great Brittons are the obvious crowd favourites, despite not being that far off from L-A-C’s point of view. On the outside of the ring, Von Monro looks infuriated and actually walks up to Charles Britton, shouting at him from several feet away. Charles Britton closes the gap between them, getting nose-to-nose. It looks like the two are going to erupt when, all of a sudden, Charles Britton arches his back and spits a huge loogie square between his eyes. The fans go crazy! Von Monro takes three steps back and begins to wipe the sticky slobber from his face. Charles Britton closes the gap again and starts talking smack. Von Monro looks down at him, then pushes him hard in the chest; Charles Britton looks down at the hands on his torso, then looks back up with a smile before slapping Von Monro right across the face, forcing his body to twist.

Crowd: Ooh!

Back in the ring, Leon Britton sends a boot into Saunders’ midsection, doubling over one-half of L-A-C. Leon Britton puts on a headlock and drives Saunders into the canvas with a hard DDT.

Phoenix: Big move there from Leon Britton!

Jeffery: Saunders seems distracted by Charles Britton spitting on his partner!

Leon Britton rolls Saunders over onto his back, grabs one of his legs and twists him into a single-leg crab.

Jeffery: Leon Britton knows that, if Saunders can’t use his legs, then he can’t win the match! Smart stuff from Leon Britton here!

Phoenix: Leon Britton now on top in this match, he’s destroying Saunders’ power base. This is a superb strategy!

Leon Britton continues to sit back, straining Saunders’ lower back and knees, Saunders again calling out in pain, but refusing to give in. Von Monro rushes into the ring, sending a boot into the face of Leon Britton, breaking the hold.  Leon Britton crumples to the mat, releasing the hold as he falls. Charles Britton follows Von Monro’ lead and also rushes the ring, extending his arm as he crosses the ring, clotheslining Von Monro to the canvas.

Phoenix: The ref needs to get control here; we can’t have all four
competitors in there…

The referee grabs hold of Charles Britton’s shoulder, pulling him away and demanding he return to the outside, then turns and grabs hold of Von Monro, demanding the same of him. The two illegal men leave the ring, leaving Leon Britton and Saunders to battle it out for supremacy. Leon Britton climbs back to his feet, and then drops a quick elbow into the small of Saunders’ back, causing him to crumple again to the canvas. Leon Britton helps Saunders back to his feet and then whips him towards the ropes. Saunders collapses before he hits them, holding his back. Leon Britton grabs Saunders by the ankle and drags him back to the centre of the ring before dropping for another cover.

1…

2… Kick out.

Leon Britton stands and stomps Saunders’s chest, before covering again.

1…

2… Kick out.

Leon Britton stands again, grasps Saunders by the back of the head, and helps him to stand, before diving into a collar and elbow tie up. The two men struggle back and forth for a few seconds, with Saunders gaining the advantage. Saunders manages to turn the collar and elbow into a wrist hold, which he uses to send Leon Britton careering towards the far ropes. Leon Britton hits them and begins the return journey. Saunders positions himself, catching Leon Britton on the run and forcing him back to the mat with a vicious spinebuster.

Jeffery: Nasty spinebuster there from Saunders.

Phoenix: Big turnaround...

Saunders, holding his own back from the pain caused completing the move and the earlier torturing from Leon Britton’s submission moves, drops and covers Leon Britton. The referee checks the shoulders and starts the count.

1…

2…kick out!

Leon Britton just gets his shoulder up. Saunders punches the mat in frustration, his anger growing. He stands and stomps Leon Britton again. Leon Britton rolls to the outside, hoping to recuperate for a few seconds. Saunders turns and faces Leon Britton, and beckons him to get back into the ring. Leon Britton slowly rolls back into the squared circle, tagging Charles Britton back into the action as he does. Charles Britton ducks underneath the top rope and stands ready to fight again. Saunders rushes straight for Charles Britton, not caring that Charles Britton has had several minutes to regain his strength. Saunders sends a kick to the chest of Charles Britton, putting him flat on him back. Saunders drops and covers immediately; the referee drops and checks the shoulders, then starts his count.

1…kick out!

Phoenix: Charles Britton kicking out of that one pretty easily.

Saunders grabs Charles Britton by the back of his neck and drags him back to him feet again. Saunders puts Charles Britton into a loose headlock with his left arm and uses his right arm to throw Charles Britton’s left arm over his shoulder.

Phoenix: Saunders looking for a suplex here!

As Saunders begins to lift Charles Britton up, Charles Britton puts his leg between Saunders’ and leans backwards, causing Saunders to topple forwards. Charles Britton holds and affects a small package pin. The referee drops and starts his count.

1…

2…

3!!!

Phoenix: Whoa! Just like that, it’s over!

Loveless: Here are your winners, and still in the 4CW Tag Team Competition… THE GREAT BRITTONS!!!

“Rule, Britannia” starts to blare through the PA system, as Von Monro rolls into the ring just as Charles Britton rolls out into the waiting arms of his brother Leon Britton, who raises Charles' arm aloft in victory.

Jeffery: Can’t help but think that The Great Brittons got lucky there! If Saunders had a little more ring experience, that match could have gone a completely different way!

As Ray Jeffery finishes his sentence the 4CWtron hazes into life and takes us just outside the locker room of the Skill Set. Warric ‘Paladin’ Wells; already in his street clothes and fresh off of his victory over Rog Roddick, walks up to the door where a finely-dressed Courtney Frost leans against the wall, playing ‘Words with Friends on her iPhone. Warric nods to Courtney.

Warric: What’s the plan?

Frost looks up at him: Celebrate. The Skill Set went 2 and 0 tonight. Just got word that we’re in some sort of Tag Team Championship... thing. Good night. Just waiting for Jin to finish up.

A moment later, the door opens up, and out walks Kensai Jin Lee, changed into his street clothes, and with a smile on his face, fresh off of his victory over Sery – where he, uncharacteristically, shook the hand of Sery after the match and apologized for their grievances.

Warric: Hey, Jin, saw what you did with Sery... that was... unlike you.

Kensai looks at Warric ‘Paladin’ Wells with a smile: Wǒ bù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ xiànzài shì yīgè tiān... Duōkuīle nǐ.

Frost translates, although she KNOWS everyone there speaks mandarin: I am being UNLIKE myself now a days... thanks to you.

Frost, not translating: Aw, that's nice.

Warric, unsure: You’re welc... wait, what?

Kensai: Dāng wǒ jìnrù zhège hángyè zài 1987 nián bàofā. Wǒ páichì nàxiē shuí shì wǒ de tóngxíng, yīnwèi wǒ shì shuí. Wǒ de fǎnyìng shìdàng... Dàn yánzhòng. Wǒ chéngle jūnzhí hé wúqíng hé cánkù. Wǒ ràng dàjiā hòuhuǐ tāmen duìdài wǒ de fāngshì, wǒ shì shuí. Wǒ ràng tāmen wàngle wǒ shì shuí, wǒ gěi tāmen ràng tāmen jì zhù zìjǐ de yīgè xié'è de bǎnběn.

Frost, translating: When I broke into this industry in 1987. I was ostracized by those who my peers because of who I am. I reacted appropriately... but badly. I became mean and ruthless and cruel. I made EVERYONE regret the way that they treated me for who I am. I made them FORGET who I WAS, and I gave them a WICKED version of myself for them to REMEMBER.

Warric, dismissively: Yeah, you’re a jerk, we got that.

Kensai: Nà shì èrshí duō nián qián de shìqíngle. Zhèngrú wǒ yǐjīng xuéhuìle zài cǐ qíjiān nǐmen liǎng gè hézuò... Shídài yǐjīng gǎibiànle. Shìjiè yǐjīng gǎibiàn. Wǒ yǐjīng gǎibiànle. Zhè ràng wǒ... HAPPY... Shì wǒ...... Zài zhège shìjiè shàng... Shǒucì zài hěn zhǎng hěn zhǎng deshíjiān.

Frost, translating: That was over two decades ago. As I have learned during this partnership with you two... TIMES have changed. The world has changed. I have changed. It has made me... HAPPY... to be me... in this world... for the first time in a long, long time.

Kensai pauses, looking at the closed door of the Skill Set locker-room, a bit nervous, before he talks to (someone on the other side of) the door: Come out.

The door opens, and out walks a 6 foot tall, athletic-looking, handsome Asian man with short black hair and a goatee, dressed in a couture black 3-button black suit. He looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties.

Kensai, his nerves finally subsiding: Zhè Mao Tan Ren máozétán rèn... Wǒ de zhàngfū.

Frost, translating: This is Mao Tan Ren... my husband.

Warric, without missing a beat: Nice to FINALLY meet you, M-T-R.

Frost, also without missing a beat: Mao, you are SO HANDSOME, way to go, Jin.

Warric: Will you two be joining our celebration tonight?

Mao Tan Ren: I...

Kensai: He... WE... yes.

Warric: Sweet. We have a Tag Team Championship to talk about.

Frost looked to Kensai, and then to Mao Tan Ren  with a smile. You guys get to the rental, we’ll catch up with you in a bit.

Kensai and Mao Tan Ren both give a slight bow and head off down the hall, leaving Warric and Courtney alone again. Courtney turns to Paladin and smiles.

Frost: I knew, did YOU...?

Warric: Yeah... from like, day 1. It’s no big deal, it’s 2013, not 1997.

Frost: Well, anyway, THAT was brave.

Warric: Yep. Good for Kensai.

Frost: Speaking of BRAVE...

Courtney Frost quickly reaches up with her hands and wraps them around Warric’s neck, abruptly pulling him into a kiss that turns from pleasant to passionate rather quickly.

Warric looks down at Courtney when they finally break apart, both blushing a bit.

Warric: Courtney... remember when I said that I wasn’t going to date another co-worker?

Courtney looked slightly up at Warric, immediately feeling rejected and rebuked.

Warric: Forget that I ever said that.

As Frost starts to smile back at Warric, Warric pulls Courtney into a second intensely passionate, but short kiss. As  the two break apart again, Courtney and Warric both smile.

Courtney: Good night... and... it’s going to get a LOT better.

Warric, questioning: Is it?

Courtney, affirmatively: It REALLY is.

The camera fades to black and back to the 4CW announcers.

Phoenix:  Ladies and Gentlemen, we have to take our last break of the night, and straight after that we'll finally crown the first 4CW Heavyweight Champion of the new era!! Don't you dare go anywhere!!

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the 4CW Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Swansea, Wales. Standing 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds! The “Bruiser” Rhysus!!!!

The crowd explodes in cheers as “The Turning Point” by Killswitch Engage hits and Rhysus appears on stage. He yells out to his thousands of fans pumped, primed, and ready to challenge for the biggest prize in the business. He marches down the ramp acknowledging his fans, but remaining focused. He slides into the ring, stands, and throws his arms up to the crowd. He heads over to the turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air again as the crowd roars. He hops down and his music dies down. He faces the stage and hops back and forth staying loose.

Loveless: And his opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida. Standing 6 feet and 4 inches and weighing in at 255 pounds! Accompanied by Jennifer Clarkson, The “Main Event” Mike Nichols!!!!

“Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit hits and the crowd again goes crazy. Nichols appears alone and showboats a bit, but only for a bit. He heads down the ramp with his eyes locked on Rhysus and a small little grin on his face. Jennifer Clarkson soon appears on stage and walks down the ramp well behind her man. Nichols reaches the bottom of the ramp and heads over to the steel steps, never taking his eyes off the only thing between him and a second go around with the 4CW Championship. He slowly walks up the steps and enters the ring through the ropes. He takes his eyes off of Rhysus just for a second to acknowledge his fans and then refocuses on Rhysus. The two men stand across from each other only a few feet and Clarkson takes a seat over near the official Time Keeper. The 4CW referee walks and stands in between both competitors and holds up the shiny 4CW Heavyweight Championship for all to see. Rhysus’ and Nichols’ stare down break only to stare up at the title and then the official walks away and hands it over to an official on the outside. The referee then returns to the two men and starts explaining rules they know like the back of their hand. He then signals for the bell and the crowd heats up to a roar. Both men remained locked on each other as the magnitude of the match up is felt throughout the arena!

Phoenix: Oh man. Here we go! 4CW will be crowned with a new champion once again!

Jeffery: And it couldn’t be two worse choices for it.

Phoenix: Even you can’t ruin this match for me Ray!

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

After a healthy stare down, Nichols says something to his opponent and he moves in. Both men are face to face and the smack talking begins. Nichols seems to be doing most of it, but something Rhysus says in return strikes a nerve, so he slaps the taste right out of The Bruiser’s mouth. Rhysus slowly looks back at Nichols and says something else that makes The Main Event swing again, but this time Rhysus throws up a left and blocks the attack. He then unloads with left and rights into Nichols backing him into the corner. He swings wildly with a right and finds himself in the corner as Nichols dodges the attack. Nichols then quickly sizes up Rhysus and connects with strong left jabs to the jaw of his opponent. Rhysus staggers in the corner and Nichols thrust a knee into his gut and he keels over. Nichols then forearms the back and neck of Rhysus knocking him to the mat on his hands and knees. Nichols then takes a step back and field goal kicks the midsection of Rhysus and he lets out a big gasp and falls out of the ring. Nichols turns around and showboats as Rhysus recovers on the outside.

Phoenix: Rhysus seemed to get off to a nice start, but Nichols was just waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of Rhysus’ eagerness.

Jeffery: Well Nichols has been on the big stage many of time and obviously is a former Grand Slam Champion. Rhysus may be out of his league here.

Phoenix: That…..made sense Ray, great analysis!

Jeffery: Thanks Scott.

Phoenix: You’re wrong.

Rhysus slides back into the ring and the two men meet in the centre of the ring and lock up. They wrestle back and forth for a bit and Nichols swiftly gets behind Rhysus, but he tosses back an elbow that catches the former champion in the face. Rhysus turns and grabs the wrist of Nichols and whips him across the ring into the ropes. Nichols bounces off and runs back at Rhysus who swings for a clothesline, but it’s ducked and Nichols runs and hits the adjacent ropes. He returns to Rhysus again and slides between his legs and pops up. Rhysus turns only to be met with Nichols’ hands wrap around his waist and then he lifts Rhysus up and over his head for a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Rhysus slams into the mat and arches his back in pain, but quickly rolls away and uses the ropes to get to his feet as Nichols moves in. Nichols lunges at Rhysus, but he quickly kicks his attacker in the gut and then kicks again as Nichols keels over, connecting with his chest. Nichols turns away holding his chest and Rhysus runs and leaps after him, as he catches the back of his head and drives it right into the canvas for a Bulldog. Nichols holds his face and gets to his feet trying to shake the cobwebs out. Rhysus doesn’t let up and whips Nichols into the ropes, he swings for a clothesline again, but it’s again ducked as Nichols continues across the ring. He hits the ropes and immediately throws up his boot while running at Rhysus and connects with a Running Boot to the face that drops Rhysus. Nichols then stops and rests on the adjacent ropes looking down at Rhysus. Nichols then springs into action as he approaches his fallen opponent and leaps into the air and drives down an elbow hard that eats canvas as Rhysus manages to move out of the way!

Phoenix: No one can seem to take control of this one yet!

Jeffery: I hope it doesn’t stay this way, it’s getting pretty predictable.

Both men get to their feet and again move in and lock up. Rhysus forces Nichols back into the turnbuckle and starts kicking Nichols repeatedly. Nichols slips down the turnbuckle as Rhysus backs off to the middle of the ring and then runs in full speed aiming his knee for Nichols’ face, but he slides out of the way and Rhysus slams into the turnbuckle chest first. He stumbles back and Nichols gets behind him and pulls him backwards for a Schoolboy and hold for the pin!

1....

2.. Kickout!

Both men scramble to get to their feet and do so at the same time. Nichols quickly kicks Rhysus in the gut and then tosses his arm over his head and lifts him straight up into the air and holds him for a Stall Suplex, but Rhysus starts kicking his legs and comes back down landing on his feet and instead lifts Nichols up and slams him down to the mat for a Suplex! Rhysus doesn’t release the hold on his opponent and instead kicks his own feet around for momentum and gets Nichols and himself back up and performs another Suplex! Rhysus isn’t through yet and repeats the manoeuvre a third time, holding Nichols up in the air and falling back as he slams his back into the canvas hard finishing the Triple Suplex! Nichols is clearly in pain as Rhysus heads over to the turnbuckle and awaits his opponent’s rise.

Phoenix: He’s setting up for the Spear! This could do some serious damage to Nichols, especially after those Suplex's!

Nichols rises, turns, and Rhysus explodes out of the corner. The Main Event just manages to sidestep Rhysus and he in turn flies past Nichols, and slams his head against the turnbuckle. A dazed Rhysus stumbles along the ropes and eats a Dropkick to the side of the head. Rhysus falls through the ropes and to the outside. The Bruiser uses the guardrail to help himself up after a few seconds and faces toward the ring. He looks up and sees Nichols running, jump, clear over the top rope, and head straight for him. Nichols’ body slams into Rhysus’ and he flies back into the guardrail!

Phoenix: Holy Hell!

Jeffery: That took balls.

Both men are moving slowly as Nichols rises first. He cracks his own neck and then grabs Rhysus by the hair, pulling him to his feet. The Main Event then forcefully tosses Rhysus right over the guardrail and into the fans’ laps. The all quickly scurry out of the way as Nichols climbs over the guardrail himself. He kicks and punches the downed body of Rhysus a few times before eventually lifting him up and forcing his head in between his legs. He tries pulling up Rhysus for a powerbomb or a piledriver, but he fights it. Nichols tries again, but Rhysus instead flips Nichols up and over his head and the guardrail and he slams onto the hard floor right in front of the ring and the crowd cheers. Rhysus is slow, but he climbs over the guardrail and he can be seen nursing a few injuries. The Bruiser then grabs Nichols by his hair and forces him to his feet. The referee has been generous with his count as he shouts out “6”. Rhysus then whips Nichols towards the steel steps and his body, shoulder first, slams into it hard! Rhysus rolls into the ring and back out to break the count. He then heads back over to Nichols and helps him back up. He grabs the back of his head with both hands and directs him towards the steel post and tries to slam his head into it, but Nichols manages to block and reverse the manoeuvre, slamming Rhysus’ head into it and he falls back holding his head and kicking his feet back and forth. Nichols takes a few moments to recover and then grabs Rhysus by his hair and wrestling trunks and tosses him into the ring, then follows. Nichols gets Rhysus up and then whips him against the ropes. He swings for a clothesline, but Rhysus ducks his head. Rhysus hits the adjacent ropes, returns, and is forced to leap over Nichols who has dropped to the mat. Rhysus hits the ropes against with much speed and flies off towards Nichols. Rhysus throws his hands up for a Double Axe handle, but Nichols catches him, spins, and using his momentum against him viciously slams Rhysus nearly through the mat for a big time Double A Spinebuster! Rhysus lays barely moving and then coughs a few times as Nichols hooks his leg.

1….

2.. Kickout!

Phoenix: Oh man, I thought Nichols may have had him there. That spinebuster looked very very painful.

Jeffery: This is one of those rare occasions where I agree with you Scott. I thought Mike Nichols was our new champion.

Nichols looks frustrated but gets up bringing Rhysus with him. He backs his opponent up into the corner and the very forcefully whips him across the ring and towards the other turnbuckle, leaving his feet and pushing Rhysus in the process. An out of control Rhysus runs full speed, chest first, right into the turnbuckle slamming into it hard! Rhysus looks as if the wind was knocked right out of him, stumbles backwards and right into the waiting arms of The Main Event, who scoops him up from behind. Rhysus is now horizontal and on Nichols’ shoulders facing the rafters and Nichol pulls down on both his neck and legs for the Glass Ceiling! Shades of the Torture Rack! Rhysus flails his arms around, but can’t escape and the pain is too great!

Phoenix: Glass Ceiling! Rhysus could tap out at any moment!

Jeffery: Hard to reach the ropes when you’re facing the ceiling!

Nichols pulls down hard on the manoeuvre, but Rhysus won’t give in! He starts kicking his feet and the grip begins to slip, Rhysus then drops down behind Nichols and he turns around to face his escaped opponent. Just as Nichols faces Rhysus, his legs are pulled out from under him and Rhysus has them under his arms! He turns Nichols over for an Elevated Boston Crab! The Back Snap! Nichols thrashes around back and forth in serious pain as Rhysus applies as much pressure as he can on the back! Luckily for Nichols the ropes are close and he pulls Rhysus only a few inches and grabs hold of the ropes. The official forces Rhysus off of Nichols. Rhysus’ back is hurting and he’s becoming exhausted and he falls over. Both men are down and trying to get back up.

Phoenix: And no one has given up as both competitors just traded submission finishers! Who will be the next 4CW Champion?!

Both men stand and slowly turn towards each other. Rhysus lunges at Nichols, but Nichols quickly gets under Rhysus arm and attempts The Push Killer, shades of the Rock Bottom, but Rhysus alertly strikes his opponent several straight times with an elbow to the head and Nichols releases the hold and walks away. He turns back only to have a hand slap around his neck and Rhysus lifts him into the air and towards the turnbuckle trying for the Chokeslam into the Turnbuckle, The Turnbuckle Burner! Nichols just manages wriggle free and lands on his feet in front of Rhysus! He gets under his arm again and lifts Rhysus into the air! He slams him down hard into the mat, successfully connecting with the Push Killer!!! He hooks the leg of Rhysus back!

1...

2...

3!!!

Jeffery: Nichols has done it! He defeated Rhysus and is now the new, wait NO! No the official is pointing to Rhysus leg which is under the bottom rope.

Phoenix: Rhysus gets away with that one, but it's surely only a matter of time now

Rhysus is still barely moving, a furious Mike Nichols doesn’t argue any further and instead ascends the turnbuckle. Rhysus hasn’t moved an inch at all and Nichols sizes him up. The crowd goes wild knowing a finish to the matchup is coming. Nichols leaps into the air twists and flips for a Twisting 450 Phoenix Splash! But Rhysus has sprung into action and just as Nichols’ body comes down to Rhysus, Rhysus leaps up and catches, no spears the falling body in the midsection and then back into the canvas!

Phoenix: What a reversal!

Jeffery: Holy shit….

Both men are down! The official as no choice, but to start the count!

“1”

“2”

“3”

“4”

“5”

Nichols cringes holding his stomach, but starts to reach out for something as Rhysus is trying to stand.

“6”

“7”

Rhysus is up to a knee as Nichols has made it to the ropes and grabs hold, pulling himself up.

“8”

Nichols pulls himself up, nearly all the way.

“9”

Rhysus fully stands. Nichols is standing and resting against the ropes still holding his stomach. The official deems both men standing and breaks the count. They turn towards each other and Rhysus swings with a right connecting on the jaw of his opponent. But a resilient former champion swings back with his own right and a slowly battle begins of rights. They trade blows back and forth. Finally Nichols connects with one to the temple of Rhysus and he has no return attack. Nichols slowly continues to throw punches, backing Rhysus up near the corner. Nichols pulls back and swings with a haymaker, but Rhysus throws up a left and blocks it much to the surprise of everyone, mainly Nichols. Rhysus slaps his own right onto Nichols’ throat and lifts the Main Event into the air! He turns and launches him into the turnbuckle and his body slams into it! The Turnbuckle Burner! Nichols falls out of the corner and onto the canvas face up. The Bruiser Rhysus falls on top of him and hooks his leg for the pin!

1...

2...

3!!!

Nichols doesn’t move a muscle! He did it!

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW 4CW Heavyweight Champion! The Bruiser…..RHYSUS!!!!

Rhysus stands and throws his hands up into the air as the crowd burst out in cheers and screams! “The Turning Point” by Killswitch Engage hits and a beaten and exhausted Rhysus doesn’t stop celebrating and is handed the 4CW Heavyweight Championship by the 4CW official. He stops and looks at it as a career of ups and downs rushes over him and the he lifts it into the air for all to see and the again explode with cheers.

He closes his eyes in relief, and then bows his head into the belt. The crowd are going nuts for the new champion, and he fights the exhaustion, getting to his feet and climbing the turnbuckle. He holds the title up high, and the crowd erupt again.

Nichols slowly gets to his feet as Jennifer Clarkson waits for him on the outside.

Phoenix: Rhysus is the new 4CW Heavyweight Champion! He did it! He beat Mike Nichols!

Jeffery: What a match…..what a phenomenal match. My hats off to them both.

Rhysus hops down from the turnbuckle and turns towards Nichols who is holding his ribs but standing. There’s an uneasy couple of seconds as they stare at each other. Finally, Rhysus holds up the belt and the crowd cheers. Nichols then says something, the word “rematch” can be read off his lips and then he extends his right hand in sportsmanship. Rhysus takes a second, looks out to the crowd, and shakes his hand. It’s no trick as Nichols slowly exits the ring and is helped up the ramp by Clarkson. Rhysus continues to celebrate with his fans.

Phoenix: Unbelievable sportsmanship, what a sign of respect from Nichols. He was so close.

Jeffery: Well I hope those buy rates are up! You remember what Chris Drake said.

Phoenix: I’m sure they are Ray. After a match…no…an event like this Gallows End, I think 4CW will be just fine. And the era of the Bruiser begins.

The confetti falls, surrounding Rhysus, the ring and the fans as he continues to hold the title high into the air, glorifying his crowning achievement in his long, hard-worked career.

A crack of thunder... a haunting guitar riff...

Phoenix: Oh boy!!

"The Lords of Salem" blasts through the PA system. Rhysus' face turns from one of pure elation to one of stone-cold hatred. He drops off the turnbuckle, still feeling the effects of his last match, as Carstein makes his way out from behind the curtain. No Marie Dubois. No Reinfield. Red mist floods through the arena as he makes his way down the ramp.

Phoenix: It's Carstein! He's coming out here and it looks like he's coming out here for a fight! Rhysus was originally scheduled to face Carstein tonight, in a match that's been building for months... but he chose the 4CW Championship instead!

Jeffrey: Well it looks like he's getting both! Carstein is here to face Rhysus right now!

Phoenix: How is that fair? Carstein is fresher than Rhysus - Rhysus just finished the toughest match of his life!

Jeffrey: If Rhysus was really a true champion, he'd be more than happy to fight!

In the ring, Rhysus is raging. His fists are clenched, the title over his shoulder as Carstein gets to the ring steps, a smirk on his face. Rhysus snarls and suddenly hands the belt over to a timekeeper, and turns to Carstein as he is getting into the ring. He runs at him and sends a knee straight to his face. Carstein falls into the ring and the referee stands there unsure what to do.

Rhysus picks up Carstein and throws him into the turnbuckle, before throwing several hard punches to the face of Carstein. He then screams loud enough for the camera mic to pick it up.

Rhysus: Ring the damn bell, ref! Me versus Carstein! Right now!

The referee doesn't move, he's unsure if he has the authority to OK this match with so little time left on the PPV.

Rhysus: DO IT! NOW!!

The referee stumbles backwards and signals for the bell to be rung!

Phoenix: We're going to get Rhysus v Carstein - right now!

Rhysus turns to Carstein after ensuring the ref had rung the bell, and Carstein takes the temporary distraction as an opportunity to slap Rhysus right across the face! Rhysus stumbles backwards and Carstein steps forward, slapping Rhysus right across the face again! The Bruiser, enraged, throws another punch at Carstein, and then tackles him to the ground with a Lou Thesz Press and continues the punches!!

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11..12.13.14.15.16.17.18.19.20.21.22.

Jeffrey: Come on ref, Rhysus should be disqualified for these closed fists!

Phoenix: I think it's fair to assume this match is a no-disqualification match! I don't think the referee would dare to DQ Rhysus while he's like this! He's so angry at Carstein interrupting his career-defining moment that it seems that was the straw that broke the camel's back! And of course Carstein knew this would happen! He thought of a perfect opportunity to fight Rhysus when he's at a disadvantage and here it is!

Rhysus jumps to his feet and shakes the ropes with all his might, roaring like a monster ready to explode. The crowd love it and continue to cheer for the new champion. Carstein gets to his feet and Rhysus is quick to continue the attack, grabbing Carstein and taking him out with a Suplex. He picks up the Blood Drinker, and sets him up for a second suplex. On the third time of picking Carstein up, he sends him to the ropes and takes him out with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Carstein rolls until he falls out of the ring, clutching his shoulder on his landing. Rhysus wastes no time in running to the ropes and as Carstein gets to his feet, Rhysus jumps through the middle rope, crashing into Carstein and sending them both smashing into the barricade!

Phoenix: He just launched himself at Carstein! The Bruiser is angry to say the least.

Both men recover on the outside for a short while and the referee doesn't even bother counting them out since this unsanctioned match seems to have no rules. Eventually Rhysus picks up Carstein and whips him into the steel steps, and Carstein goes shoulder first into them. Rhysus isn't finished, he picks up Carstein and slams his face on to the announce table and then the apron and then sends him back into the ring.

Rhysus rolls in after Carstein and picks him up, but Carstein rakes the eye and causes Rhysus to stumble back holding his eyes. As soon as Rhysus moves his hands, Carstein, now up on his feet, SPITS IN THE FACE OF THE 4CW CHAMPION!

Phoenix: That's absolutely disgusting! Even by Carstein's standards! Carstein had a perfect opportunity to actually deal some damage here and all he did was incense Rhysus further!

Jeffrey: Maybe that's his plan.

Rhysus wipes the spit off his face and Carstein is clearly heard saying, "That's what I think of you and your family." Something breaks in Rhysus, without warning, he runs at Carstein and hits a huge Enzugiri! He then mounts Carstein in the ground and pound position and punches left and right, over and over and over, without stopping to take a breath, or do anything, just punching repeatedly. Carstein's nose bursts open after the tenth or eleventh punch and the blood splatters around his face and all over Rhysus' bloody hands.

Phoenix: The Bruiser has snapped! He's busted Carstein open!!

Rhysus finally stops punching Carstein and stands up, growling through clenched teeth with blood-soaked fists - and after all that - with Carstein beaten and battered, bloody and a nose that looks like it's been broken four times - the Blood Drinker slowly brings himself up to his knees, spitting out a tooth, and looks up at Rhysus, with pure glee in his face, as he laughs as loudly and as dramatically as he possibly can. Every single chuckle drives Rhysus further into oblivion, and he eventually smashes Carstein with a HUGE BOOT STRAIGHT TO THE FACE!

Jeffrey: Jesus Christ! That's a broken neck! That's gotta be a broken neck! Carstein just took a brutal kick straight to the face and did you see the way his neck snapped back! Get some EMT's out here for Christ's Sake!

Carstein's neck contorts weirdly as he falls backwards, losing consciousness. The knocked out, bloody Carstein lays in a heap on the floor, and the crowd are almost stunned into silence - but does Rhysus stop there? NO!! He pounces on the broken Carstein and CONTINUES TO THROW PUNCHES AT HIS LIFELESS BODY!

Phoenix: Someone has to stop The Bruiser! He's out of control!! He's gonna kill him!!

Four security guards run down to the ring. They slide in and try to pull Rhysus off Carstein, he shakes them off, knocks one out with a single punch, sends one of them flying into the other two and they all stumble to the mat or out of the ring... next come the referees! Three of them run down to try and convince Rhysus to stop. But Rhysus throws them all out of the ring too, one after another, and then goes back to Carstein, continuing the punishment.

Eventually more referees, more security guards and even some of the roster with the likes of Cyber Dragon, El Conquistador, T-Rock, WH Storm and Mark Redman sprinting down and grabbing Rhysus off of Carstein. Rhysus tries to fight them off but there's just too many people holding him back and he is unable to break free. Carstein is immediately surrounded by some EMT's who bring a stretcher and prepare him to be loaded onto it. The group of wrestlers and staff holding Rhysus back keep up the struggle as the crowd are stunned into a mild buzz.

Jeffrey: Rhysus should be arrested for Attempted Murder!

Phoenix: What was supposed to be a magnificent celebration for Rhysus' crowning achievement has turned into a dark, cold ending to this show and possibly Carstein... never have I witnessed such a one-sided beating and who knows what condition Carstein is in? Rhysus has... snapped. He's lost it. Carstein has been driving him to this for months and finally Rhysus has broken! Ladies and gentlemen, we're out of time tonight, I wish we could end the show on a better note, but for now, all I can say is, we'll see you at Storm Front...

Rhysus stares at the 4CWtron as Carstein is carted up the ramp on a stretcher, EMTs surrounding. Rhysus has no expression on his face. No remorse, no satisfaction, just a blank, cold stare...