Storm Front (December 29th, 2013)

* Belly opens the show, announces that he's signed Jenna Divyne to a match with Drake up next.

Jeffery:  Well, Belly seems be trying to give Drake every chance to get back to winning ways by putting him in a match with Jenna Divyne, no offense meant to Jenna of course who is a top female professional, and sexy as hell as well!
Phoenix:  I think you know as well as I do that Belly is just trying to humiliate Chris Drake again.

As Phoenix finishes speaking Jenna Divyne's music hits and she rushes out, arms raised and garnering a lot of fan support.  She hits the ring, salutes her fans, turns and waits for her opponent.

Phoenix:  Divyne out here now, she's just a bundle of energy and enthusiasm.

Chris Drake appears at the top of the ramp, wearing blue jeans and a white vest which is still stretched across his stomach.  Once again has no music to herald his entrance.  The audience are split 60/40 in his favour though as Belly's propaganda continues to diminish Drakes crowd support.  He reaches the ring, turns and raises his arm in the air to acknowledge his supporters just as the Cowboys from Hell appear at the top of the ramp.  Drake looks up at them and slowly shakes his head as 4CW's first stable makes its way towards the ring.

Phoenix:  What the hell are the Cowboys doing out here?
Jeffery:  They've come to watch the match Scotty, and why shouldn't they?  They've got as much right to be out here as you have.

Decent approaches Drake on the outside of the ring and says "Good Luck" to him, holding out a hand to shake.  Drake looks at him, and then to the other Cowboys.

Jeffery:  You see!  They are just here to watch a good match.  They'll probably replace you on commentary as well!

Drake shakes Decent's hand and Decent moves past him just as Jacob Villani sends a fist into Drakes face.  Drake crumples as Virus sends a foot into his midrift and all three Cowboys swarm onto Drake sending fists and boots onto him for several seconds.

Phoenix:  Oh my god...  The Cowboys are taking Drake apart! 

Villani picks Drake up and Jacknife Powerbombs him to the mat, Virus and Decent pick up the now unconscious Drake and feed him back to Villani who executes another Jacknife on the former World Heavyweight Champion.  The three Cowboys roll Drake into the ring and demand the bell, which rings to start the match.

Match 1 - Chris Drake v Jenna Divyne
Divyne shakes her head, refusing to pin Drake in this manner.  Decent climbs to the ring apron and tells her she will be next if she doesn't pin Drake.  She looks to the crowd, then back to the Cowboys before slowly dropping onto Drake's chest.

1...

2...

3!!!
- Jenna Divyne wins.

Divynes music hits, but she doesn't celebrate.  She shakes her head and rolls off the Grandslam Champion before exiting the ring.

Jeffery:  WOW!  Divyne with a massive win tonight!  This must make her favourite for the Womens title now, she could even go for the Custom title!
Phoenix:  You're unbelievable Ray.  Lets just hope Drake hasn't been hurt too badly by the Cowboys this week.

The 4CWTron flickers to life and in bright white, the following appear: 4CW’s on its deathbed.  A cancer is destroying it from within.  But I won’t let that happen.  I must, I will, save 4CW.

We are backstage and moving down the hall, when the camera man turns and spots the 4CW Heavyweight Champion "The Bruiser" Rhysus. He is standing in his locker room door, and has a woman with him. She looks to be in her mid-20s, with long, brown hair. She doesn't look nearly athletic enough to be a competitor, so it is assumed she's Rhysus' partner Ella, who he invited to the show last week.

Rhysus: Hey, I told you last week didn't I? There's no need to worry. You know Carstein is still recovering. You have no enemies here. You are safe. Now, I got front row seats for you and Serena. I gotta get to the ring, I've got something to say. Go on. I'll get a member of staff to escort you..

Rhysus looks around and spots a young backstage worker.

Rhysus: Hey, Dave, escort Ella and Serena to their seats, would'ya?

Dave: Sure thing, champ.

Ella grabs the hand of a young girl behind her, her daughter Serena and Dave leads them through the hallway and into the seated areas. Rhysus then turns and spots the cameraman.

Rhysus: Didn't I tell you last time to stop following me? Get out of here.

The cameraman leaves and Rhysus enters his locker room, closing the door behind him.

The show comes back from commercial with both Lord Skywolf and Eddie Wolfbaine in the ring. In front of them are two glass-covered podiums, each draped with a red velvet cover, and between them longtime 4CW employee Michael Carson.

Phoenix: The new ownership is really pulling out the stops and making the Tag Team Championships a big deal here tonight.
Jeffrey: Crowning a champion? Boring! I wanna know how that douche-canoe Carson still has a job!

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight I am here to officially announce the end of the 4CW Tag Team Championship Tournament! Before you stands the greatest team 4CW has to offer! Before you-
Wolfbaine and Skywolf: Shut up!
Carson: Uh, well... anyway, you guys won.

Carson mutters "assholes" under his breath.

Carson: Before you take your titles, do either of you have any words? Comments? Anything?

Both Wolfbaine and Skywolf look at each other with confused looks.

Carson: Oh, come on! It's not like you guys are best friends or anything! Are you gonna touch on that at all?

With a smile, Skywolf lifts his microphone to his mouth, but Eddie slaps it out of his hand.

Wolfbaine: Shut the fuck up, you talk too much.

Phoenix: This title reign may not last so long after all.
Jeffrey: At least they'll be exciting for once.

Wolfbaine: You know, Skywolf, when you called me way back when and asked me about teaming up with you, I knew right away that I didn't like you.  And now that I know you, you know what?

Eddie walks towards Skywolf, to the point where they're chest to chest.

Wolfbaine: I still don't like you. And to be honest, I was prepared for our teaming up to be a masterpiece clusterfuck. But then I came to a realization...I don't have to like you. We've both been around long enough that all I have to do is trust you to not put a knife in my back.

Eddie takes a step back as Skywolf lets loose a sigh of relief.

Wolfbaine: As long as we agree to keep doing this, there's no one that can stop us. I mean, your name is almost mythical, and I *am* Mr. 4CW. There's no one here who can stand in our way, no one who-
Voice: We can, and we will!

The cameras flash to the stage where Carlos "BA" Starr and T-Rock are standing on the stage, with Candi standing in front of them.

Skywolf: Who the fuck are these guys?
Wolfbaine: ...I really don't know.
Starr: I'm Carlos Starr and this is T-Rock, and we're the RockStarrs!
Wolfbaine: And that's one hell of a run-on sentence.
Skywolf: And one that doesn't even begin to answer my question.

Both Starr and T-Rock make their way down the ramp, each man carrying a brown burlap sack over their shoulders. Candi stays in front, practically strutting as some of the men in the crowd whistle at her.

Jeffrey: That's the best part of their team right there. Any team, actually.

Starr: Sorry to burst your bubble, but that tournament you won? You wasted your time. 4CW already has tag champions! Us! And to be blunt, we don't intend to let this company take what's ours.

Skywolf and Wolfbaine ready for a fight as the RockStarrs enter the ring, while Michael Carson escapes to ringside where Candi glares at him, causing him to retreat into the crowd.

Jeffrey: Chicken.

Starr: Do me a favor, why don't you go ahead and reveal your titles to the world?

Skywolf and Wolfbaine both exchange looks, but neither man moves.

Starr: Here, let me do it for you.

On cue, T-Rock and Carlos Starr both open the ends of their bags and pull out a 4CW Tag Team Title each.

Starr: Let me spoil the ending for you: Those belts inside those cases? Replicas. These are the real titles, held by the true, undefeated champions.

The fans boo as Starr steps forward and pushes both pedestals over, spilling the contents across the canvas.

Starr: Fake titles to go along with your fake team. Hell, what do they even call you these days? Something stupid to do with wolves, I bet.
T-Rock: I think I heard someone call them Skywolfbaine once.

Skywolf looks disgusted at the thought of the name.

Skywolf: Don't you ever fucking say that word again.
Starr: See what I mean? You two aren't even a real team. You're a couple of has-beens long past their prime that got slapped together to try and save this failing division. But now that we're back after 4CW literally sent top men to beg us on their knees...

T-Rock mouths the words "top men" to reinforce the point.

Phoenix: I'm not sure that ever happened.

Starr: ...there's no need for you.

The crowd jeers as Starr paces the ring, with T-Rock standing stoically to his side. Meanwhile, Skywolf and Wolfbaine huddle up and start having a conversation while Starr continues to monologue.

Wolfbaine: Number one contenders?
Starr: These people don't get it, you don't get it, the peons at home don't get it, but we get it.
Skywolf: Why the fuck not? We beat everyone else.
Starr: 4CW deserves better than you. 4CW deserves a real team, real champions. What it doesn't deserve is two men claiming to be champions without holding these belts.

Skywolf and Wolfbaine shake hands, readying to break the huddle.

Skywolf: It's on like Donkey Kong!
Wolfbaine: Yeah, it's--wait, what?
Starr: You have no claim to these titles other than the fact you say you do. We were never defeated; you never beat us. Hell, you weren't even near a ring when you "won". You had to let another team win these belts for you, and you're the best 4CW has to offer?

Starr scoffs to himself, prompting T-Rock to do the same.

Starr: I laugh. I fucking laugh.

Wolfbaine's finally had enough, and cuts off Carlos Starr.

Wolfbaine: Look here, Fifty Shades of Gay...

Skywolf gives a "not bad" face.

Wolfbaine: If you want a fight, all you have to do is ask.

The crowd erupts as Starr steps forward, nearly touching chests with Wolfbaine. Both look like they're going to come to blows, but Wolfbaine backs off slightly.

Wolfbaine: You might have a hard time doing it with a broken jaw, however.

A confused look crosses Starr's face, and he quickly turns around to eat a boot to the face from Skywolf, who had gradually moved around him as both RockStarrs were focusing on Wolfbaine.

Phoenix: Howling Superkick!
Jeffrey: That's one way to win an argument.

T-Rock immediately lunges at Skywolf, but Wolfbaine cuts him off with a Hammerspace Lariat, knocking him to the mat as both him and Starr roll out of the ring.

Wolfbaine: You want to see why we're the best 4CW has to offer? Massacre. Come find out.

The crowd goes wild as Skywolf and Wolfbaine pick up the belts the RockStarrs dropped and take to separate corners, raising the titles in the air as "I'm So Sick" overtakes the sound system. Outside of the ring, Candi berates Starr for failing, while T-Rock tries to help his partner to his feet.

Phoenix: The RockStarrs may have bitten off more than they can chew tonight, but there's no bigger way to make an entrance than by going straight to the top, and it looks like it got them a title shot in the process.
Jeffrey: I don't know in what world it's a plus to get your teeth knocked down your throat, but they're heroes in whatever world that is, Scotty.

4CWtron sparks into life and shows Drake in the locker room, gingerly applying an icepack to the back of his neck and wincing as the freezing ice touches his skin.

After a few seconds of this Drake's former tag team partner, Christopher Dawson, enters the room, wearing his regular immaculately tailored suit.

Dawson:  Hey Chris, how are you feeling?

Chris Drake looks up, his eyes dull and beaten.

Drake:  Been better Daws.
Dawson:  So, how the hell did you come to this?  I thought you'd retired from the ring.  When you signed the Brittons to 4CW you seemed untouchable, on top of the world.  What happened?

Chris Drake shakes his head and looks to the floor.

Drake:  I don't know Daws.  I trusted the wrong people, I made some bad investments, I don't know.
Dawson:  I've heard a lot about you drinking, and I'm hearing about pills as well Chris.  We're friends, I want to help you.

Chris Drake winces slightly at Dawson's words, shifts uneasily where he sits, but continues to look at the floor.

Drake:  I don't drink Daws.  Well, maybe occasionally, but I don't drink.  I don't take any pills either.  Just a few pain killers occasionally, but I'm getting assaulted out there, so what do you expect?

Christopher Dawson looks at his former partner and shakes his head.

Dawson:  Ok Chris.  Look, you know you gave me and my boys a generous contract to fight here, and my wrestling school is going well back in England.  Why don't you let me help you out?  I'll get you a flight back to Britain, and book you into a detox place.  Let me help you Chris, let me send you away from here and get you well again.

Drake still stares at the floor, shaking his head.

Drake:  You'd do that for me?

Christopher Dawson stands and puts his friend gently on the back.

Dawson:  Chris, whatever you need, I'm here for you.  I'll make some arrangements.

Christopher Dawson quietly turns and leaves the room.  Drake looks up and watches him leave, then produces a hip flask from under his towel and takes a long pull on it as the 4CWtron fades out.

Back in the arena, Symphony X's 'Iconoclast' starts up, bringing the pseudo-custom champion Mark Redman out to the stage. He poses in the darkness and is joined by his lackeys, the D'Amico Brothers. The threesome slowly make their way to the ring, the D'Amicos hold the ropes open for their leader and he hands his child's sized replica custom championship belt to the timekeeper. Next up is the inexperienced newcomer WH Storm, who explodes through the curtain with great energy, pumping himself up in an effort to get the fans behind him. His entrance is cut off by Redman, who has grabbed a mic from ringside.

Redman: Well well well. Tommy, I owe you five bucks. Honestly kid, I thought you'd no-show. Get down here and I'll make you wish you had. Look at you, you don't even have partners. You want to do this handicap match two weeks early? Fine by me!

Storm smirks to himself and holds his hands up as if to tell Redman not to be so hasty. He then gestures to the curtain, and out come Cyber Dragon and El Conquistador, former tag team champions Los Dragonquistadores! Redman rolls his eyes, but contradictively decides he doesn't want to start the match and heads to the outside. Storm and Los Dragonquistadores head down to the ring and Storm climbs in to start things off.

Match 2 - "The Icon" Mark Redman & D'Amico Brothers v WH Storm & Los Dragonquistadores
Storm clashes with Tommy D'Amico, working a few simple wrestling techniques like go behinds and arm drags as they chain wrestle for a little while.

Phoenix: A nice little exchange here between WH Storm and Tommy D'Amico.
Jeffrey: Well they go way back, they know each other pretty well.
Phoenix: What?
Jeffrey: Oh yeah. You didn't know? They used to train together.
Phoenix: Are you serious? You're giving actual insight into a match?
Jeffrey: Fine. If you don't want me to tell you things...

Storm hits two quick leg drops to Tommy, then hits the ropes and comes back with a low dropkick to Tommy's head as he sits up. Unknown to Storm, as he hit the rope Cyber Dragon made a blind tag and he nimbly slingshots over the top rope into a rolling splash. Dragon takes a second to pose a little, slapping hands with Storm as the fan favourites are on a roll early on. Dragon continues to work Tommy over, which has Redman pissed and yelling at his guy to get back into it. When it becomes clear that Tommy is weakening, Redman sends Frankie in to the ring to break things up. The referee holds Frankie back, allowing Redman time to sneak in, nail Dragon with a big reverse DDT and slide back out without being noticed.

Jeffrey: This guy! That's why he's the custom champion, Scott!
Phoenix: But he's not the custom champion! And what are you talking about? A cheap shot isn't how he won anything!
Jeffrey: Formalities!
Phoenix: You're even stealing his lines now?
Jeffrey: He's 4CW's next top superstar Scott! Get in at the ground floor.

Tommy makes the tag to Frankie, who comes in and prevents Dragon tagging out. He spends about a minute grinding Dragon into the canvas, wearing him down and tiring him out. Conquistador is getting restless, clapping his hands wildly to get the fans behind Dragon. It seems to work a little, Dragon fires up and counters an Irish whip into a corner by hopping to the middle turnbuckles and launching back into a crossbody. Frankie sees it coming though, catching Dragon in mid-air and dropping him into a modified backbreaker across the knee. Dragon sells big, like he's broken a disc or two, while Redman looks proud of his lackey.

Phoenix: Big time impact there! This could be the turning point of the match.
Jeffrey: Turning point? Frankie was beating him up, and now he's beating him up some more. What turned?
Phoenix: Dragon was fighting back!
Jeffrey: What, by jumping onto the rope? Fine, the match turned and then turned back immediately. Congratulations Cyber Dragon.
Phoenix: You're an ass.

Redman holds his hand out, sufficiently satisfied that Dragon is down and out, so Frankie tags him in.

Jeffrey: Oh-ho! This could be the turning point of the match!
Phoenix: Oh yeah? Frankie was beating him, and now Redman's going to beat him up some more. What turned?
Jeffrey: It's The Icon in there now. Are you even watching this?

Redman hits a few low impact moves, little kicks and stomps just to show his dominance over the fallen indie darling. Dragon crawls slowly to his partners, but Redman cuts him off with an elbow drop to the upper back and drags him back by the legs. Redman signals that this is the end, pulling Dragon up by the head and backing him into a corner. He perches the cruiserweight on the top, grabs his arms and pulls him overhead into the iconoclasm. Somehow, Dragon manages to catch Redman half way through the move with a slick looking head scissors to avoid impact and instead send Redman flipping across the mat.

Phoenix: Now that's a turning point!
Jeffrey: Oh noes! You can get back into this, Icon! I believe in you!

The Icon is first up, but is dizzy and unable to capitalise. Dragon pushes to his feet and starts throwing kicks to the legs and midsection of Redman, knocking the wind out of him. Redman catches one of the kicks, holding Dragon's foot under his arm and pointing a finger into his face with the other hand, only to be blasted with an enzuigiri. Both men collapse, Dragon slowly crawling to the corner and leaping into a tag to Conquistador. Just as their hands meet, Redman tags out to Tommy D'Amico and so both men rush into the ring. Conquistador takes D'Amico out with some flipping flying forearms and a dropkick, then hits the ropes and flips into a multiple rotation tilt-a-whirl headscissor.

Phoenix: El Conquistador, in like a house of fire!
Jeffrey: What does that even mean?! He's about to burn out, I guarantee it.

Nope. Conquistador springboards with his left foot onto the middle rope near Redman's corner, then hits a big enzuigiri to Frankie with his right foot to knock him off the apron. Redman is regrouping on the floor, enraged that the match is slipping away from him. Conquistador slingshots over the ropes to the apron, then springboards back into the ring to take Tommy out with a crossbody. He then springboads the adjacent ropes with a half turn, facing back into the ring, to spring back with a version of a senton bomb.

Phoenix: So much for burning out, eh?
Jeffrey: It's coming. It's coming, dammit. And if it doesn't, I'll take him out myself!

Conquistador generously tags out while he's rolling, bringing Storm into the match as the legal man. The masked man then hits the ropes near the ramp, then the far ropes, then dives Undertaker style over the ropes onto Redman.

Phoenix: Woaaaaah! Look at the little man go!
Jeffrey: There! He crashed and burned!
Phoenix: He got him! He landed right on top of Redman!
Jeffrey: You don't see him moving anymore, do you?! He's burned out! Done!

But WH Storm isn't. He climbs the ropes, steadies himself, and prepares to finish Tommy D'Amico off. Suddenly Frankie rushes back into the ring and hits the ropes, knocking Storm off-balance and crotching him on the top. With the wind out of Storm's sails, the referee tries to regain some order by forcing Frankie back to the apron, but Cyber Dragon shows up to help instead. Dragon lays into Frankie, chopping him down at the knee with a kick and coming off the ropes with a tornado DDT. Dragon throws Frankie to the floor where Redman and Conquistador are regrouping, then bounces up to the top rope and sailing off with a shooting star press to take all three men out.

Phoenix: Whaaaaaaaat?!
Jeffrey: Dammit! When did these guys get this good?!
Phoenix: They were the tag team champions!
Jeffrey: Yeah! And they were never this good!

So we're down to two, and it's Tommy D'Amico who has the upper hand. Storm is still crotched on the top, so Tommy climbs up and picks Storm up looking for a superplex. He lifts him high overhead, stalling, and then falls back. Storm kicks his legs and shifts his weight, falling right on top of D'Amico with a crossbody counter, hooking the leg for one, two, three!
- WH Storm & Los Dragonquistadores win.

Phoenix: What a showing for WH Storm and the former tag team champions! All three men just raised their stock, and showed exactly why they deserve to be in the mix for championship gold!
Jeffrey: Enjoy it while you can, Scott. At Massacre there won't be any backup for Storm, he's all alone in there!

The camera shoots backstage and we see Redemption's locker room door burst open and out walks Minion who is rubbing and rolling his wrist as Mullet Superior and Roman appear from behind. A few random crew members and officials quickly surrey out of the way as they march down the hallway. The camera then shoots over to a different side of the backstage arena and we see Jack "Mad Dog" Valentine and Smoke preparing for their match in front of their locker room.

Valentine: Its been awhile, you sure you're ready for this?

Smoke nods his head and the two take off down the hallway. The crowd starts to cheer.

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 words ‘SKILL SET.’ The screeching guitar riff of “Gulmira” by Ramin Djawadi hits, and Kensai, Paladin Wells 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 trio power-walk toward the ring as a pyrotechnic blaze erupts from the stage. Kensai, Wells and Frost slide into the ring as Kensai & Paladin vault to opposite turnbuckles, all three with a mic in hand. The music dies out as The Skill Set meet in the middle of the ring.

Palaldin Wells: Well, we’ve been quiet for far too long.

Kensai: Xiànzài wǒmen yǐjīng dédào de dōng xī dehuà.

Frost: Jeez. YOU SPEAK ENGLISH... He said ‘And now we have something to say.’

Paladin Wells: We, the Skill Set, were going to go in, win the Tag Team Tournament, and let our ACTIONS Speak louder than our words. We figured that SOMEONE here should probably try that.... since no one here ever DOES do that, we figured that we’d be setting ourselves apart by NOT wasting your time.

Frost: I mean, if you want a soap opera, Scandal & Revenge is still on the air, you can watch that.

Kensai: You watch WRESTLING for the WRESTLING.

Paladin: The only problem with actually just WRESTLING is that what you do in the ring isn’t always enough. See we were just coming out, WRESTLING, and going home to enjoy time with our significant others, whoever he or she may be, and letting the dramas queens in the back take up your prescious time with their ‘are we broke?’ storylines, the ‘who’s in league with who?’ arcs, and the ‘which quote unquote ‘legend’ is returning to this bingo hall promotion for about two weeks before dissapearing again’ surprises.

Frost: While all that was happeneing, the SKILL SET were WINNING the way-too-long Tag Team Tournament.

Paladin: Now, since we’re NOT the Tag Team Champions, we’re not going to come out here and say that we’re the BEST TAG TEAM in 4CW. That... apparantly... is Wolf guy1 and wolf guy2... who don’t want to be called the Wolfpack... congrats. You’re the tag team champions. Unlike the 4CW ‘WORLD’ title... there are actually title contenders to your title. There’s actually a DIVISION gunning for those belts. And the SKILL SET want to be the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS to the title... But, S&M... they pulled a fast one on us, and pulled the spoiler card... and cost us the Tag Team Championship, so the SKILL SET have a solution.

Frost: At this upcoming Pay Per view...

Kensai: Skill Set versus S&M.

Palaldin Wells: The winners are the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TO THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

Frost: See? Three minutes promo. Take a note, guys in the back... it CAN be done.

With that, all three members of the SKill Set drop their microphones in the ring and start to leave the ring. “Gulmira” by Ramin Djawadi hits again and the crowd start the cheers for the Skill Set with their trademark soccer-type chant of “Skiiiiiiiiillllll Seeeeeeeeet” as the three member team make their way up the ramp and into the back.

The 4CWTron again show mysterious words: At Massacre, 4CW will be saved.

We head to the interview area, where Jenny Loveless is standing by with the 4CW womens champion.

Jenny: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is Lorelei Spice. Lorelei, we saw you return two weeks ago-
Lorelei: Don't bother. Look, all you need to know is that I'm back, and I'm still the champion. 4CW decided last year that womens wrestling wasn't important, that it would put me and this belt on the shelf indefinitely. Who made that call? I don't know. Maybe Chris Drake, maybe Hugh Knowles, I wasn't important enough to them to even be told. But Chris Marks is in control now, so I'm back and I'm not going to be pushed aside anymore. I'm not going to let girls like Jenna Divyne think they can take my spot while I'm left on the wayside.
Jenny: But Lorelei, Jenna defeated Chris Drake earlier tonight. Aren't you worried that, if she's capable of that, she's a threat to your title?
Lorelei: Are you kidding me? She may have won the match, but that was no victory. She knows that every bit as much as I do. No Jenny, I'm not concerned at all that Jenna beat Drake. But you're right about one thing, she is a threat to my title. I don't need empty victories over former champions to show me that, I've seen her in the ring and I've seen what she's capable of. That's exactly why I'm issuing this challenge to her, because if I'm going to stand around back here and tell you and the world that I am the best thing womens wrestling has to offer - and I am - then I have to be damn sure that it's true. Jenna, if you want it, the shot is yours.
Jenny: Lorelei Spice, thank you.

4CWtron pops into life, showing the face of the 4CW owner, Chris 'Belly' Marks.

Belly:  Earlier tonight I saw footage of a member of my roster planning to break his contract.  Earlier tonight, I saw footage of another member of my roster planning to help someone break their contract.

Chris 'Belly' Marks continues to stare directly into the camera.

Belly:  Gentlemen, this will not be tolerated.  I am trying to help Chris Drake get back to the icon he once was here, and breaking his contract will only lead to me suing him for breach of said contract.  Christopher Dawson, what you are proposing would lead to Chris Drake moving further away from what he needs.  So instead of helping him, you would be destroying him.

Some cheers at the mention of Chris Drakes name.

Belly:  And so, my lawyers and I have had a nice close look at your contract Mr Dawson, and the wording doesn't quite limit you to just a managerial capacity, so I've made a decision.  On the 12th of January we have our Massacre pay per view, and currently Chris Drake is not booked into a match.  Neither are any of the Cowboys from Hell.  And so, at Massacre, it will be Descent, Virus and Jakob Villani, otherwise known as The Cowboys from Hell versus Chris Drake, and in a return to the ring, Christopher Dawson!  The CD Collection, for one night only, will be returning to the ring! 

Phoenix:  Wow!  Dawson retired years ago and hasn't been in the ring since, and now he's got to team with Drake and face the Cowboys!  This is huge!
Jeffery:  I liked the CD Collection when they were first here, I just hope this doesn't go the way of all the Degeneration X revivals...

Belly:  Mr Dawson, you wanted to help Chris Drake, I am giving you that opportunity. 

The 4CWtron fades out leaving the crowd confused and their attention moving back to the action.

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! It is a 2 on 3 handicap match! Introducing first, the team of Mullet Superior, Roman, and Minion! REDEMPTION!!!!

“Hells Bells” by AC/DC hits and the team of Redemption emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd boos as they just walk down the ramp, looking out to the crowd as if everyone were lesser than them. Superior can’t help but exchange a few words and fix his mullet. The three members of Redemption reach the ring and enter by sliding under the bottom rope. Only Minion ascends the steel steps slowly and climbs over the top rope. Their music ends and they all face the entrance ramp.

Loveless: And their opponents, hailing from Albany, New York and Philadelphia Pennsylvania! The team of Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine and Smoke!!!!

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and out walks Smoke and Valentine as the crowd goes nuts. Their eyes remind locked on their enemies. Minion notions for Roman and Superior to do something and they exit the ring. Superior and Roman make towards Smoke n Valentine, but they run down the ramp to their surprise. Smoke picks up speed and heads directly towards Superior, who swings at Smoke with a clothesline. Smoke ducks underneath, passes Superior, and instead plows into Roman and takes him right down. Smoke pops up and starts pounding into Roman, as he tries to cover up. Superior looks back at Roman and then quickly back towards the nearly forgotten Valentine, who hits a massive clothesline on Superior that nearly flips him! Mullet Superior smacks into the ground hard!

Phoenix: And as usual, Valentine and Redemption matches hardly ever start inside the ring or after the bell has sounded.

Jeffrey: See. Valentine can’t follow the rules either, so get off your high horse Scott!

Minion watches on as his underlings are quickly overwhelmed by the team of Valentine and Smoke. Speaking of, Smoke gets Roman to his feet and strongly Irish whips him towards the steel steps. Roman runs straight into the steps knee first and he flips up and over them and onto his back! He holds his knees in pain. Smoke looks up to Minion and quickly slides into the ring after him. Minion awaits his arise and the two competitors begin to trade blows. The 4CW official signals for the match to start.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Match 3 - Jack "Mad Dog" Valentine & Smoke v New Redemption
Handicap

Valentine takes Superior’s head and slams it into the guardrail before allowing him to drop to the ground and he heads towards the ring. Valentine stands up on the ring apron and watches Smoke take on Minion, as a hurting Roman has done the same. Smoke gains the upper hand on Minion, battling him back, but Minion suddenly grabs Smoke by the back of his head and slams it into his knee and Smoke flies backwards holding his face. Minion looks up to Valentine and taunts him as he puts his foot into the throat of Smoke and applies pressure. Smoke kicks his legs into the mat trying to breathe and break free. Valentine freaks out and enters the ring, but is held back by the official. Meanwhile, Roman has climbed to the top rope and leaps off toward Smoke! Minion takes his foot off his throat, but Roman immediately lands on it with his leg for a top rope Leg Drop! Smoke rolls back and forth as both Roman and Valentine exit the ring. Minion continues to taunt Valentine as he grabs Smoke by the hair on his head and lifts him up. He whips him into the turnbuckle where Roman and now Superior stand. Minion then distracts the official as Superior takes the tag rope and wraps it around Smoke’s throat and pulls back. Valentine screams for the official to pay attention, but to no avail as Superior releases the hold and Minion heads over to his corner. He kicks Smoke in the gut and tags in Roman. Minion holds Smoke in a Full Nelson as Roman connects with left and rights to the exposed midsection. The official forces Minion out and Roman takes over. He whips Smoke into the ropes and once he returns, he runs right into a Dropkick to the face from Roman, dropping him instantly.

Jeffrey: Redemption working really well as a team here.
Phoenix: Yeah at cheating! They’ve taken full advantage of the official!

Roman pops up and yells out to the crowd which they return no reaction. He gets Smoke to his feet and runs against the ropes. He comes back at Smoke with a clothesline, but it’s ducked. Roman stops dead in his tracks and turns around only to see Smoke leap into the air and dropkick him! Roman drops to the mat and Smoke starts slowly making his way towards Valentine. Roman leaps up and grabs Smoke by the leg and pulls him back, but Smoke turns around and  kicks Roman in the head not once, not twice, but three times and he falls backwards. Smoke crawls and then lunges towards Valentine and makes the tag! Valentine jumps over the top rope as Roman is getting to his feet. Valentine swings and connects with Roman’s jaw dropping him. Roman scrambles and gets to his feet, only to be dropped again with a right. Roman gets up a third time and is sent packing with a Dropkick! Roman hits the mat and rolls away. The crowd is really getting behind Valentine as he runs over an elbows Minion and he drops down off the apron. He turns and levels Superior with a right that nearly takes him off his feet and falls off the apron. Roman is just getting back up and turns towards Valentine, who runs and jumps towards him. Valentine connects with the Lou Thez Press and once they hit the mat, he starts pummeling Roman with rights to the face! Finally the official pulls Valentine off Roman and he shouts out to the crowd. He sets up in the corner for the Spear. Roman finally gets to his feet and Valentine takes off! But Minion steps in out of nowhere and holds up his leg and Valentine is nearly decapitated with the Big Boot! Mad Dog nearly flips and hits the mat hard!

Jeffrey: How do you miss that guy!? He’s almost 7 feet tall! Hahaha!

Minion exits the ring calmly and Roman slowly gets to his feet and tags in Mullet Superior. He enters the ring and gets Valentine to his feet. He pulls back and connects with a right to the temple of Valentine and he stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Superior doesn’t waste any time and runs full speed and clotheslines Valentine into the turnbuckle! He then grabs his arm and whips him across the ring to the adjacent turnbuckle which Valentine slams into chest first and stumbles backwards. He stumbles right into the waiting arms of Superior who grabs him around the waist and lifts him up, over, and backwards for a German Suplex and holds for the pin.

1…

2…

Kickout!!!

Phoenix: No way! Gonna take much more than that!

Superior releases Valentine and gets to his feet. He helps Valentine up and then whips him into the turnbuckle where Roman and Minion rest. Superior tags in Minion and the two both whip Valentine into the ropes. He returns and the two attempt to clothesline Valentine but he ducks the attempt and hits the adjacent ropes! He flies off of them and clotheslines both men to the mat!  Valentine pops up and tags in Smoke! Smoke enters the ring and clotheslines Superior back down to the mat. Roman enters the ring and makes a run at him, but Smoke sidesteps the man, grabs him by the back of his head, and tosses him right up and over the top rope and to the floor below!

Phoenix: Smoke is cleaning house!

Smoke then dropkicks Minion in the knee and he drops down to the other. Smoke quickly bounces off the ropes and runs at Minion just as he looks up. Smoke steps onto the knee of Minion and then drives his own knee into Minion’s face for a very brutal Shinning Wizard! Minion flops back to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Superior is up and forearms Smoke from behind and sends him sprawling into the turnbuckle. But Valentine is up and back in the ring and he attacks Superior! Valentine unleashes a barrage of left and rights that backs Superior up against the ropes. Valentine takes a few steps back and then charges. He clotheslines Superior so violently that he himself flies over the top rope and both men fall out of the ring and to the floor!

Jeffrey: The referee needs to get control of this match and quick! Redemption is being screwed here!
Phoenix: Looks pretty fair to me Ray.

Smoke walks out of the corner and looks down at Valentine and Superior. He turns around to see Roman back in the ring and heading his way. Roman swings for a haymaker, but Smoke ducks under it. He gets behind Roman and once he turns he lets loose a bombardment of furious right hands. Roman is defenseless against the assault! Smoke then suddenly kicks Roman in the gut and gets behind him. He grabs him from underneath his arms and lifts him into the air. Roman kicks his feet but can’t break free! The 4CW official isn’t even looking at the competitors as he is waving his hands back and forth at Minion who has reentered the ring with a bloody nose and clearly a pair of brass knuckles on his hand. The official threatens to disqualify him if he moves another step and then the official goes flying out of the way!

Phoenix: Smoke has Roman all set up for the Smoke Bomb! But he has no idea about Minion!

Smoke turns around to deliver the Smoke Bomb, but instead is hit in the gut with a big punch full of brass knuckles from Minion and the ring bell sounds simultaneously!
- Jack Valentine & Smoke win by disqualification

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Loveless doesn’t bother to announce the match result as the war continues inside the ring. Smoke drops Roman down as Minion pulls back with the brass knuckles for another swing. Smoke drops to his knees and throws up his right forearm and connects with Minion’s junk! He falls over in pain! Smoke slowly gets to his feet holding his stomach in pain and Valentine slides back into the ring. Roman quickly runs up and field goals kicks Smoke in the gut and he exhales in massive pain and falls over. Valentine quickly kicks Roman in the gut and puts his head between his legs and hooks his arms! Valentine jumps back connects with the Flea Shot, shades of the Pedigree! Roman faces bounces off the mat and he rolls out of the ring in agony. Minion is getting to his feet and Valentine grabs the brass knuckles and slips them on his hand. He sees Minion and punches him right in the gut and he exhales very painfully as he hunches over. Mullet Superior appears on the ring apron, but Valentine is well aware and heads over and connects with a brass knuckle shot to the jaw that instantly drops Superior off the apron and to the floor! The crowd goes wild! Minion’s back is against the ropes as he looks up only to eat a Superkick from Valentine that slowly flips him up and over the top rope and he joins his comrades on the outside! Valentine takes the brass knuckles and throws them at Redemption who are trying to regroup at the bottom of the entrance ramp! “Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits as Jack Valentine helps Smoke to his feet and they engage in a back and forth with the very wounded Redemption. They slowly make their way up the ramp as they help one another. Valentine and Smoke mock the defeated team and the crowd cheers.

Phoenix: What a great win for Valentine and Smoke!
Jeffrey: It was a DQ win Scott, don’t get all excited.
Phoenix: Either way, it’s good to see Valentine finally get one over on Redemption after weeks and weeks of being on the beat down end. And this just in! I’ve just been notified that we will be having a rematch at Massacre! It will be Smoke and Jack Valentine against Redemption again, but this time it will be no DQ and elimination! It could be the deciding battle between Valentine and Redemption!
Jeffrey: Once those brass knuckles become legal, all bets are off for Valentine and Steam.
Phoenix: That’s Smoke.
Jeffrey: It’s gonna be nothing after Massacre is over. And quite frankly, I’m glad. I’ve had enough of Valentine. Redemption will finish him and Gas off once and for all!

Once more, the 4CWTron shows a cryptic message: At Massacre, the Creatures of the Night shall be revealed as the Warriors of Light.  4CW will be saved.

We cut back to the interview area.

Loveless: Hi,I’m Jenny Loveless and my guest at this time is Kurtis Raymond.

Raymond comes into shot, wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

Loveless: Kurtis, on the previous show, you made an unexpected return to 4CW and subsequently followed up with a hard-fought win over Siddney Black. As impressive as that was, there are a lot of people confused at how the match ended. Care to answer the questions about that finish?
Raymond: Well Jenny, you should know me well, I don’t really care for stupid questions. However, I’m in a good mood so I’ll let it slide tonight. Confusion over the finish, you say? Well, I thought the finish sent a crystal clear message. About as clear as the fake diamonds in your costume jewellery, Jenny.

Loveless is horrified and attempts to respond.

Raymond: Don’t say a word honey, just take the punches as they come and hold the microphone. **Looks into the camera** Black… What happened two weeks ago was simple, not only was your ass kicked from one side of the ring to the other, not only was you systematically broken down but you was out-thought at the moment when it all counted. You see, I’m not here to take sides. I am not a good guy, never have been, never will be. What I am, is a man who will think before he commits to anything. If I am a bad guy because I predicted something shady was going to happen two weeks ago and went about finding protection, so be it. If that is your excuse to justify a rematch, I am happy to oblige. Name the place, time and conditions and I’ll be there. And so will these.

Raymond raises his fists and points to his brain. He looks back at Loveless.

Raymond: Questions… answered. And get yourself some real diamonds in sales… cheapskate.

As Raymond turns to leave he is suddenly face to face with Siddney Black.  The two men stare at each other for a second before Black speaks, Jenny Loveless rushing to put the microphone by his mouth.

Black:  Two weeks ago, I beat you.  The referee could have counted to twenty, but once again, I was screwed by weak refereeing.  Once again, the result of the match was influence by a poor referee.  You say you you'll accept a rematch?  And I can name the place, time and conditions? 

Raymond nods, not breaking eye contact.

Black:  Massacre, two weeks time.  And Jacob White will be the special guest referee.  Finally there will be a match without a screwy finish!

Raymond simply nods once again, still not breaking eye contact.

Black:  I'll see you there Kurtis.  And this time, the result will be very different.

We cut back from commercial and "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn hits the PA system. What has now become the usual mixed reaction comes from the crowd as the 4CW Champion heads down to the ring, with the title over his shoulder and a proud smile on his face.

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the 4CW Heavyweight Champion, "The Bruiser" Rhysus!

Phoenix: Rhysus has come out here today because apparently "he has something to say" whatever that means.
Jeffrey: He's the champion! He's entitled to some air time.
Phoenix: Well, here he comes anyway. It has to be noted that we are two weeks away from Massacre, and we still don't know who Rhysus will be defending the title against!
Jeffrey: My bets on Descent - he deserves another shot at the title.

Rhysus gets into the ring and thanks Loveless for her introduction, taking the mic off her and allowing her to leave the ring before speaking.

Rhysus: You know what, I'm in a good mood tonight!

A little cheer from the fans, just so they can be heard.

Rhysus: I'm telling you... I came here on the last show... still bitter about what happened with Marie Dubois... annoyed that she made me out to be something I'm not... even more annoyed that more people than I expected seemed to agree with her... and then, if that wasn't enough, the fat --

Rhysus looks at his daughter at ringside and rephrases...

Rhysus: - Belly - got one of the staff to hand me a fine, because he's not man enough to do it himself... and if that wasn't enough, The Cowboys From Hell made their triumphant return fom obscurity and irrelevance... and they tried to feed us this cock and bull story how they were new men... how they'd changed their ways... a reputation they shattered in about five minutes by attacking Chris Drake 2-on-1 before their scheduled Handicap match.

The crowd boo Belly and the Cowboys from Hell.

Rhysus: And after all that, Belly still wasn't happy - because he hadn't gotten to me yet. So he threw me into a title match with Descent... into a title match with a guy covered in ring rust, nine years older and not a penny wealthier or a fraction healthier... an older, weaker, washed-up version of the man he was almost a decade ago... and so it was no surprise really, when I put him away and secured my first title defense.

Rhysus leans over the ropes and points into the front row.

Rhysus: And hey, I want you all to give a huge cheer for my significant other and our beautiful daughter, who came to the show tonight to show their support to me...

The crowd pop for the family of the Bruiser.

Rhysus: Without them, this title I hold on my shoulder would never had made it to me... and I love them every day because of it... and so now I'm out here, as the champion, my family by my side, my enemy thwarted, my title defense successful and with no apparent challenger in sight... now Belly, I hate to tell you how to run your show, but surely a priority would be to book the 4CW Heavyweight Championship match some time before the PPV actually starts - you know, for publicity, to sell the match, to promote the clash between two of 4CW's greatest - and yet, there's nothing... so what is it exactly you have planned? Am I just gonna turn up at Massacre and fight the first guy you find? Gimme something here, will you...

Rhysus waits a little while until eventually, Belly comes from behind the curtain. He gets on the mic at the earliest opportunity, as soon as he's positioned himself on top of the stage.

Belly: Hello, friend... Rhysus, I just want to say congratulations on a great job well done last week... you had a successful title match and you kept hold of that title... good job.

The crowd are mixed again.

Belly: And since you addressed me directly as Belly, and not Fat Ass, I decided I'd come out here and give you some answers... see, I do have something planned for you at Massacre. Something great. Something monumental. Something that will go down in history. Because at Massacre, you will defend that title... in a Steel Cage Match! And your opponent will be... the leader of the Cowboys From Hell!

The crowd are mixed with this vague announcement... Rhysus frowns.

Rhysus: Wait, so you're telling me I have to defend my title against Descent... again?
Belly: No, no, no... I said you'll be facing the leader of the Cowboys From Hell. Thank you and goodnight.

Belly leaves the stage and goes back behind the curtain. Rhysus looks utterly confused.

Phoenix: I just had a thought, Jeffery... you don't think Belly is referring to...
Jeffrey: You're damn right that's what I think! It looks like Rhysus will be defending that title against Steven Pennance!
Phoenix: But I had no idea Pennance was even signed up to 4CW!

Rhysus is still in the ring, putting the pieces of the puzzle together in his head and he seems to come to the same realisation as the commentary team does. He gets back on the mic.

Rhysus: Real nice talking with you, Belly. Maybe next time you could stay a bit longer... and you know what, it doesn't matter if it's Descent - or Steven Pennance - whoever it is I have to face at Massacre, I will beat them and I WILL walk out the 4CW Heavyweight Champion... that's the one thing I can guarantee and you know something else - -

The lights flicker. Rhysus stops talking. The lights flicker again and then go out.  Suddenly, the 4CWTron is filled with another cryptic message.

The monster will be slain.  4CW will be saved.

Phoenix: It’s one of those cryptic messages again!  What could it mean?

Before Jeffrey can give a smart ass reply to Phoenix, a familiar voice fills the arena.

Carstein: In my absence, a new terror has gripped 4CW.

The crowd, not expecting the voice, pop and cheer.  The 4CWTron flickers to life, and a black and white image of a hand appears on the screen. 

Carstein: A terror which is destroying our company.

The other hand pulls on a fingerless glove. 

Carstein: And it’s up to me to end this terror, to rescue 4CW.  I’m back.  And 4CW will be saved.

The screen now shows a boot being pulled up, again in black and white.

Carstein: But when?  And where?  Massacre?  Or maybe Revival …

On a wall, we see a shadow of long haired man putting on a jacket.

Carstein: Or I could be in the arena right now…

The titantron cuts off and the lights come back on. Rhysus looks stunned and irate and paranoid all in one fell swoop. After a few seconds, he drops the mic, rolls out of the ring and walks up to Ella. She looks scared. She had her hands on her cheeks and is looking horrified. Rhysus' daughter is crying into Ella's jacket. Rhysus grabs two members of staff from ringside and brings them with him. He makes them go over the barricade.

The camera man rushes forward to hear what Rhysus is saying.

Rhysus: Ella, go with these two... take Serena... I'll be right behind you..
Ella: I don't understand, you said we were safe...
Rhysus: Don't worry, you are... now go, I won't let you out of my sight, I promise.
Ella: I can't - - I-I'm too frightened.

Rhysus brushes his hands through his hair.

Rhysus: Ella, please, take Serena and go with these guys -
Ella: N-no
Rhysus: LISTEN TO ME DAMNIT! GO! NOW!

Ella stumbles backward, shocked at her boyfriend's reaction, but it stops her whimpering. She picks up her daughter and follows the staff members into the crowd. Rhysus, not taking his eyes away from the crowd, flips up the apron and grabs a steel chair, before jumping over the barricade. The camera man leaps over too, following Rhysus through the crowd. He is close to Rhysus, who is mumbling to himself.

Rhysus: Where are you, Carstein? Huh? Where are you, you son of a bitch?

Rhysus has the chair ready to strike as he continues to go through the crowd, until they get to a corridor with a Hot Dog stand and some drink stands. Rhysus recognises someone and runs over.

Rhysus: Hey bro, you gotta help me out.

The man is shown, looking vaguely similar to Rhysus, but younger.

???: I saw the tron... don't worry, I'll get them to the car and take them back to the hotel...
Rhysus: Thanks. I won't be far behind. I'm just gonna make sure that son of a bitch isn't here... because if he is, then not even God will be able to help him. I'll see you later.

The man takes Ella and Serena outside, leading them to his car.

Phoenix: I believe that was Rhysus' brother, and it looks like Rhysus had him here just incase something like this happened!
Jeffery: That's great, but what does the champ plan to do now? Search the arena with steel chair in hand? Is he crazy?
Phoenix: I don't know what's going through his mind, but I know he's angry and yeah, I think he'll do exactly that!

The camera man follows Rhysus as he goes down the hall, steel chair still in hand, calling out.

Rhysus: Come on, Carstein! If you're here, then show yourself! Or are you afraid you'll get the same as what you got last time, huh? HUH?

No answer. Rhysus turns around and sees the camera man again... this time, he screams at the cameraman.

Rhysus: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? PISS OFF!

Rhysus swings the chair at the cameraman and the camera drops to the floor, the chair seemingly hit its target. Rhysus is seen storming down the hallway, his bottom half visible on the lopsided camera, screaming out Carstein's name as the show logo pops up in the corner of the screen.

Phoenix: We're out of time folks! Join us at Massacre, where Rhysus will defend his title against ... and I quote ... "the leader of the Cowboys From Hell"! Goodnight!