4CW Storm Front: Duskfall - July 29, 2018

4CW Presents... Storm Front: Duskfall
July 29, 2018
Live from the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia
Att: YES I REALISE ITS DEMOLISHED DON'T @ ME

Pyro!
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Bloodrayne: Betrayal OST - Dusk Falls echoes around the Georgia Dome. We are treated to an orange and white pyro display around a huge metallic structure. The titantron is a setting sun shaped screen among an orange metal structure representing the dusk sky.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 4CW Storm Front: Duskfall! We are LIVE from the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia! My name is Scott Phoenix and I am joined as ever by my broadcast partners, James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey! Guys, we are here with 40,000 strong of the 4CW Universe!
Jeffrey: Damn right! Hotlanta knows how to bring it!
Roberts: I'm so excited! What a show we have in store tonight!
Phoenix: You can say that again! In our main event tonight, 4CW World Champion Eddie Wolfbaine will defend the title in a Revival rematch versus Jacob Scharff!
Roberts: What can you say about these two Hall of Famers? They are simply two of the best to ever step inside a 4CW ring! Wolfbaine got the better of Scharff at Revival, but tonight, Scharff has a chance for redemption! Both these men know what it's like to be at the top of the mountain, it's just a case of who wants it more!
Jeffrey: Speaking of what I want, it's the final of the Soul Survivor tournament, for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship! It's the champion, the Lunatic Minge, Witch Hazel! She will ... defend ... the title in a Hot Date Match against that schmuck Tommy Young!
Phoenix: Call your love rival a schmuck all you want, Jeffrey, but Tommy Young has risen through the ranks from the tail end of last year and he has a special opportunity tonight to capture his first 4CW gold! How he will do that... exactly... with the somewhat unknown parameters of the match, I'm not sure, but whatever it entails, you can be sure Tommy Young will give it his all! And Witch Hazel has proven she'll do near enough anything to win!
Roberts; The Championship matches continue with the 4CW Tag Team Championships! Umbra Maxima, who won the revived Tag Titles at Revival will defend the titles against The Liberation, after Garret Fischer earned himself and his partner Bruce Rigg a rematch last month on Storm Front!
Phoenix: Both these tag teams have shown they are capable of pulling out something special - but Umbra Maxima hold the titles and that has to give them some sort of mental advantage, especially when their challengers are the team they beat to win said titles!
Jeffrey: 4CW Universal Champion Clyde Bonham will also defend his title as former champion Brian White returned last month after being taken out by Bonham with only revenge and the Universal Title in his sights! This rivalry has become quite heated in a short time. Frankly, I just wanna see them rip each other to shreds.
Phoenix: ...Well, that's lovely. But two men who may well rip each other to shreds are Reamer and Rhys Cain! They will go to war tonight in a Fans Bring The Weapons match! As if that's not enough, Reamer has agreed to put his career on the line! Will tonight be Reamer's last ever 4CW match?
Jeffrey: No way! That little midget Cain is good at losing!

"A Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hits the PA system. The crowd pop big as the General Manager of Storm Front comes out onto the stage. He's dressed up smart, way smarter than he usually does, and he looks like he's in a rush. He pulls a mic from out of his suit pocket.

Phoenix: Well it seems like Lord Skywolf has scrubbed up nicely for that disciplinary later. But he's here to open the show!

Lord Skywolf: How's it going, Atlantaaa?!

The crowd give Skywolf the cheap pop and he smiles, but clearly he has a lot on his mind.

Skywolf: As you all know, this may well be my last Storm Front as General Manager.

The crowd boo at this. Skywolf raises an arm to try and settle them.

Skywolf: I know, I know. But I have a few things to say: first, it's been a hell of a ride!

More pops from the crowd.

Skywolf: It's given me more migraines than I ever had from chair shots, but it's been fun. Second, I'm not giving up until they've literally told me I'm fired! Which leads to number three, I have a big announcement to make, because if I am going out, I'm going out with a bang, baby!

The crowd start to buzz in anticipation.

Skywolf: Opening the show tonight, we have Glock Nine vs Phil McGroin. Both men have a storied rivalry, as you well know. They've beaten the hell out of eachother with Vietnamese Kendo Stick. They've beaten the hell out of each other in the Gallows Pole match! They've beaten the hell out of each other in Ultimate X! These two are willing to go the extreme. You could even say, hardcore.

Louder buzzing; some audible tension builds around the arena.

Skywolf: And so, tonight, their one on one match will be a Hardcore match!!

The crowd burst into cheers at this announcement and a small "Thank you, Wolfie!" chant starts.

Skywolf: Don't thank me yet, you haven't heard the best part. The winner of this match will be crowned the first-ever 4CW HARDCORE CHAMPION!!

A colossal roar erupts around the arena as the Hotlanta crowd approve of this historic announcement.

Phoenix: Wow! What an announcement! The 4CW Hardcore Championship!
Jeffrey: Forget the disciplinary, I hope Skywolf gets a raise for this!

Skywolf: This championship will be defended under 24/7 rules! For those unfamiliar, what this means is, that title can be defended at ANY TIME, in ANY PLACE, and the only caveat is that there is an official 4CW referee present to confirm it! Speaking of officials, you - ref! Come here!

Skywolf points to the ref in the ring. The referee slides out and runs up the ramp as fast as his legs can carry him.

Skywolf: See, I have the title belt here. Hang on, I tucked it inside my jacket.

Skywolf shuffles inside his coat and pulls out a brand spanking new championship.

Skywolf: Here, uh ... it's John right?
Ref: Jason, sir. Jason Trent.
Skywolf: Right, whatever... Justin, take this belt, get it to the ring and crown the winner of the following match.
Trent: Yessir.

Trent takes the belt and runs back down to the ring with it. Skywolf turns to address the crowd.

Skywolf: I'd love to stay and watch these two beat the crap out of each other, but I got a disciplinary to attend! Enjoy the show, Atlanta! And if I don't see you next month, I'll see you down the road!

Skywolf turns and exits to the crowd giving him a hero's exit. The ref puts the championship on the timekeepers desk.

"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Phil McGroin comes out on to the stage, with the crowd cheering regardless of their opinion of McGroin, simply because of the match they are about to see. Camera Man follows McGroin out and McGroin shouts at him.

McGroin: I need that camera!
Camera Man: You - what?
McGroin: Camera. Need it. Hardcore match. I'm taking it, go find another one.
Camera Man: You want me to just - find, another camera?
McGroin: Yes. What are you, deaf? Go, go!

Camera Man frustratingly hands McGroin the camera and runs backstage. McGroin continues down the ramp with the camera clutched in his hand.

Carson: The following Hardcore match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW HARDCOOORE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, residing in Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, "The Man Who Once Made a Cow Tap Out", PHIIIIL ... MCGROIN!!

McGroin goes around the ringside area and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper's area. He then enters the ring, folded steel chair in one hand and the camera (with some less important parts snapped off on the floor) in the other hand.

"Am I Savage?" by Metallica hits the PA system. Suddenly, Camera Man is thrown from the gorilla position out on to the stage. He rolls away and stumbles off. The crowd give a loud, but mixed, reaction as Glock Nine comes out onto the stage, flanked by Victor Venom, with wicked grins on both their faces.

Phoenix: Seems Camera Man went looking for a camera and found Glock!

Carson: And his opponent, standing at 6'6 tall, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin ... GLOOOOCK ... NINE!!

Victor Venom gives Glock some final words of advice before heading to the back. Glock Nine turns to face Phil McGroin in the ring and doesn't take his eyes off him as he storms down the ramp. Glock doesn't have any weapons and Phil has two, but Glock confidently jumps on to the apron and enters the ring. Before the ref can do anything, McGroin sprints at Glock with both weapons in hand, and Glock takes him out with a Big Boot! McGroin drops both weapons.

Roberts: That went well!

Glock Nine looks around the arena with a maniacal grin on his face then looks down at the steel chair, picking it up. He then turns around and hits McGroin right across the back! McGroin recoils in agony as he tries to escape Glock's wrath. McGroin eats two more chair shots to the back before he manages to roll out of the ring for a moment's reprieve.

Phoenix: McGroin goes to the outside for a breather, but I don't think Glock will let him breathe for too long!

Glock Nine rolls out of the ring, chair still in hand, and stalks McGroin. Glock swings the chair again and McGroin ducks out of the way. There's a loud, metallic clang that echoes around the arena as the chair hits the steel steps. McGroin jumps up on to the first two steps, then rakes Glock right in the eyes! Glock drops the chair and stumbles back, clutching his face. McGroin climbs up the third steel step and onto the apron, where he runs and takes out Glock with a crossbody at ringside!

McGroin tries for a pin. 1... 2.... NO! Glock kicks out!

Phoenix: In a way, you have the variety of ways McGroin will get ahead, but he'll need a lot more than that to put down The Hollowpoint Bullet!

McGroin gets up and starts to strip the announce table. He pulls off the shell and some odd wires. He then goes for a monitor. It takes a few tries, but after the third tug, he pulls it loose from the table. Glock stumbles back up to his feet - and is SMASHED in the face with the monitor! Glock goes down and McGroin throws the monitor away, hooking Glock's leg! ONE ... TWO... NO! Glock kicks out!

Roberts: That monitor shot would have put down most men! It almost put down Glock Nine, but not quite!

McGroin clutches his own hair, distraught that he isn't able to put away the monster so quickly. He jumps back up to his feet and grabs the big man, with a little bit of effort, and throws him into the ring. McGroin then throws in the steel chair, goes under the apron and pulls out a table, putting that in the ring also, and sliding in after. McGroin goes straight to work on the table, setting it up against the turnbuckle. Then, he turns and picks up the steel chair.

Phoenix: McGroin and steel chairs go well together! This might go from bad to worse for Glock!

McGroin unleashes a flurry of chair shots, at least six, all in quick succession, on Glock's back. The crowd gasp with each shot, and Glock grimaces. Eventually the chair breaks, so McGroin discards of it. Then, he motions for the Eggcutor DDT! He struggles again to lift Glock up and set him up for the move.

Jeffrey: McGroin's going for the Eggcutor! If he hits this, he might put away Glock in record time!

McGroin gets Glock in position finally, but before he can execute the move, Glock suddenly roars into life and lifts McGroin up and over with a back body drop! Glock's face is bloody as he roars, pumped with adrenaline. McGroin stumbles up to his feet and Glock grabs him, lifting him high up and hitting a Sidewalk Slam! Glock picks up McGroin, and lifts him high in the air, with both arms outstretched, then dropping him with a Gorilla Press Slam! Glock isn't finished there though, he picks up the groggy McGroin and launches him across the ring like a ragdoll! McGroin smashes into the table against the turnbuckle, smashing it into pieces!

Phoenix: Glock just threw McGroin into that table with brute strength! This could be all she wrote for McGroin!

Glock grabs the crumpled McGroin and lifts his foot up to McGroin's chin, before dropping down with a foot-to-chin codebreaker!

Phoenix: COUNT THE LIGHTS! This has got to be all over now!

Glock falls to the mat and hooks McGroin's leg! ONE ... TWO ... TH---NO!! Camera Man grabs McGroin's foot suddenly and pulls him out of the ring, breaking the fall! Glock punches the mat and glares at Camera Man, incensed! Glock rolls out of the ring and chases after Camera Man! Camera Man sprints like his life depends on it, and Glock chases him all the way up the ramp before deciding the most important thing right now is McGroin.

Glock stalks back down to the ring, seething. He spots McGroin, who's half hidden under the apron. He grabs McGroin by the foot and yanks him out! McGroin comes out from beneath the apron - holding a fire extinguisher! A blast of compressed water vapour envelopes Glock, blinding him, as McGroin unleashes on him with the extinguisher! McGroin then stumbles up to his feet, barely able to see straight. He sees Glock thrashing in the cloud and runs at him, connecting with a direct shot with the fire extinguisher!! GLOCK GOES DOWN! McGroin collapses on top of Glock! The referee counts! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner and the NEEEEW 4CW HARDCORE CHAMPION, PHIIIIL ... MCGROIN!!

McGroin crawls away from Glock and uses the ring steps to get up to his feet, exhausted, in agony, but most importantly, smiling and champion! The referee runs over to grab the belt and hands it to McGroin. McGroin snatches it and heads right up the ramp!

Phoenix: McGroin is the first ever 4CW Hardcore Champion! Wow! He got a huge win over Glock Nine, but how much of that can he thank Camera Man for?
Jeffrey: Doesn't matter! Hardcore rules means there are no rules!
Roberts: And it looks like McGroin has no intention of sticking around! Remember, the Hardcore Title has a 24/7 rule in effect!

McGroin stands tall at the top of the ramp and lifts the title high, then heads to the back swiftly as we cut to break!

Back from the commercial break, Michael Carson is standing in the middle of the ring, casting the occasional sideways at two generic looking male wrestlers, both wearing red singlets and looking for all the world like a pair of targets.

Volbeat's "A Warrior's Call" takes the speakers for a whirl as 4CW GM Lord Skywolf strolls out onto the stage to a big pop. Michael Carson looks surprised for a moment, but quickly recovers and raises his mic to his lips.

Carson: Please welcome at this time, 4CW's General Manager... LORD SKYWOLF!

An annoyed-looking Skywolf waits for the crowd to simmer down, and raises a mic of his own. Rather than addressing the crowd, however, he turns toward the curtain he just walked through.

Skywolf: Alright, here's what's happening. You two weirdos show me that you're actually worth the time and effort I put into signing you onto this damn show. I will be watching very closely, and you can guarantee the Consortium will be watching.  I can feel all their beady little eyes on me from here! Developmental contracts for the both of you if you keep on good behaviour, entertain the crowd and don't piss me off. You do REAL good, and maybe you'll work your way into a multi-year again. And remember what we talked about! I wasn't joking around. Now, put your heads on straight and get out here.

Skywolf heads through the curtain, out of sight. The audience is abuzz with anticipation.

Roberts: Well, I can honestly say I have no idea what's going on.
Jeffrey: So, par for the course, then. Ha!

The lights dim and a legion of blue spotlights bounce around the arena as some Japanese text appears on the 4CWTron.

Phoenix: We've seen this before! Could we be about to see what's behind the cryptic message we saw last month?

The spotlights dance toward the stage and spread out as the intro to "Forever Lotus" by RUDE takes over the PAs. One by one, the lights begin to go out, until only the light that falls on center stage remains. Right before the song kicks into full gear, two bursts of blue pyro go off at stage left and right.

Tsukiko Mizuno and Oki-Kira step out from behind the curtains to a mix of cheers, oohs and incredibly loud BOOS. They stroll to the edge of the ramp with an air of great purpose.

Jeffrey: Whoa! It's that bitchy lesbian and the mute!
Phoenix: I'll admit, these may be the last two people I expected to see here tonight.
Roberts: Last I heard, Tsukiko's contract expired. I guess she's back on board, sort of.

The two turn and face one another—they high five, locking hands after contact. They stare into one another's intense, dark eyes, release the grip and run all the way down the ramp, sliding into the ring at full momentum. Oki-Kira slides headlong into the ring and front-flips to his feet, while Tsukiko leaps forward and turns sidelong upon stopping in the ring, launching into a cartwheel up from the mat. They both bounce on their heels while facing their opponents. Michael Carson walks over to Tsukiko with a sour look on his face.

Carson: Okay, do you two have a tag name or what?

Tsukiko simply nods. Carson looks puzzled.

Carson: Uhh... cat got your tongue? Usually, you just do my job "for" me.

The music cuts out and the Tron goes black. Tsukiko gestures to Kira, who repeats the gesture while facing the Tron: it then presents Kira's words in yokogaki (horizontal) kana and the translation beneath it in the Latin alphabet.

狼
Wolf.

Carson: Huh. I heard your contract expired, but not that you were healed. Didn't expect you back so soon, if at all. So, a "wolf" has your tongue? Is that in your new contract, that you can't speak?

Kira is prepared to field this one with some quick Japanese Sign Language.

はい、ヘーゼルが言うことができない限り
Yes, unless Hazel says she can.

The crowd seems to approve of this new stipulation in Tsukiko's contract, cheering and applauding. Carson's face contorts for a moment, then he bursts out in uproarious laughter. A chant of "YOU DESERVE IT" breaks out. This time, Tsukiko does the JSL signing herself.

私がやります
I do.

The crowd is mixed at this, and a sizeable portion break out the "ANTI-BITCH JUICE!" chant, merrily clapping out the rhythm.

Carson: Alright, so—I need combined weight in pounds, location and the tag name, if you have one.

332。大阪。沈黙の魔法。
332. Osaka. Silent Sorcery.

Carson: *ahem* Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan... weighing in at a combined weight of 332lbs... "The Siren" Tsukiko Mizuno and Oki-Kira... SILENT SORCERY!

The crowd resumes its mixed response.

Phoenix: Y'know, like Tsukiko or not—and I'll reserve my own comments—she's talented, and tough. In fact, both these athletes can really bring it when they've a mind to.
Jeffrey: Anti-bitch juice. Heh.
Roberts: Off in your own world, Ray?
Jeffrey: Any world but yours, James.

Carson: And in the opposite corner, at a combined weight of 377lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... *the crowd offers a modest cheap pop*... Kevin Keys and Arthur Donovan!

Senior referee Jason Trent calls for the bell, and Tsukiko takes up position on the apron; opposite her, Keys—the slightly smaller man of his team—does the same.

DING-DING-DING!

Roberts: Alright, here we go! Looks Oki-Kira and Arthur Donovan are gonna kick this one off.

Kira approaches Donovan and extends his arm, offering an upward-turned palm. Donovan hesitates a moment, but does go ahead and slap it in a gesture of good sport. The two men circle one another a bit, then lock horns at center ring. Donovan, the larger of the two, pushes Kira back into the ropes and sends him bouncing off. Oki-Kira is sent across the ring, picking up speed and rebounding from that side. Donovan lowers his head for a back body drop, but Kira controls his momentum and leapfrogs over Donovan's back, then continues his sprint. Kira reaches and bounces off the ropes behind Donovan while he's still turning around, leaps and hits a high-velocity spinning heel kick! that flattens the man! The crowd is into it!

Phoenix: Textbook spinning heel kick, with great authority. Nice move by Kira.
Jeffrey: Sure it was, but now let's see him do Shakespeare using sign!

The Silent Senshi is quick to follow up, pulling Donovan to his feet and taking him over with a snapmare that puts Donovan into a seated position. Kira levels a shoot kick to Donovan's spine, then turns on his heel and hits another stiff kick to the chest! Wasting no time, Kira whips Donovan into Tsukiko's corner and tags in The Siren.

Tsukiko leaps over the top rope and into the ring, joining Oki-Kira's side as the ref starts his five count. Tsukiko sweeps Donovan's leg to take him down, then turns him over and locks him into a seated surfboard. Kira takes up position in the corner behind Tsukiko, waits for her to release Donovan's arms and takes off like a shot, driving the man down to the mat face-first from his elevated position with a Famouser!

Phoenix: Well, that's a new one!
Jeffrey: Pretty cool stuff, I'll admit.

Keys decides he's seen enough and steps in through the ropes, making a beeline for Oki-Kira, the nearest target. Keys charges in and swings his arm for a big lariat, but The Silent Senshi performs a matrix evasion and pops back up behind his opponent. Kira waits for his target to turn around—readies himself—and decks Keys with a wicked superkick! Meanwhile, Tsukiko is alternately kicking and stomping away at Donovan in her corner, and referee Jason Trent has abandoned his count altogether, trying and failing to get this match under control.

Roberts: The referee is losing control of this one! Silent Sorcery are just relentless!
Phoenix: Well, these two have a lot riding on this outing.

Keys rolls out to the floor at ramp side, in a daze on hands and knees. In the ring, Tsukiko pulls Donovan out of the corner and to the middle of the ring, taking the near-200-pounder down with a snap suplex! Outside the ring, Keys begins to get up, and Oki-Kira quickly slingshots himself over the ropes and onto the apron, turning to face the ring as he lands. His feet are planted for less than a second before Kira springboards from the middle rope and down onto Keys' shoulder with a stunning Asai moonsault! The crowd pops big, and a replay plays a few moments later while Kira heads back up onto the apron in his tag corner. At center ring, Siren Tsukiko stands beside Donovan and takes a deep breath—she then begins bouncing on her heels, gaining more height each time. On the third, she rotates forward at the height of her leap and nails Donovan with a standing 450 splash! The Hotlanta crowd is reluctantly impressed, oohing as a first reaction and offering up a smattering of cheers and applause afterward.

Phoenix: A 450 splash with no diving board, as it were. Impressive.
Jeffrey: Woo! Splish-splash, fool in a whirlpool! Ahaha.
Roberts: Very impressive athletic maneuver from The Siren.

Tsukiko spots movement from Keys on the outside as the man gingerly makes it up to hands and knees. She gestures to Oki-Kira and pulls Donovan back to a vertical base while her partner hops over the ropes and enters the ring. Kira signs something in the direction of the 4CWTron, resulting in the match feed being over-ridden by text.

デスノート
Death Note

Jeffrey: Does this guy have an inside man working back there or something?

Kira then sprints to the opposite side of the ring and takes up position, leaning against the ropes. Tsukiko grabs him by the head and tilts it, bringing her face in close. With her mouth near Donovan's ear, Tsukiko proceeds to shriek at the top of her lungs for a steady five seconds, bringing even some fans to cover their ears. She then shoves the disoriented man away—right into a running arched knee strike to the face from Oki-Kira! A loud OOH sounds out through the stands, and some fans are on their feet.

Phoenix: KINSHASA!
Jeffrey: Somebody stick a fork in that guy, he's done! Well done! Woohoohoo! Man, I can't wait to get me some barbecue.

Oki-Kira doesn't stop there: closing the motion of his arching knee strike with great balance, he quickly takes off again. At top speed, The Silent Senshi launches himself headlong through the ropes, taking out the recovering Kevin Keys! Back in the ring, Tsukiko makes the cover on Donovan.

One...

Two...

Three!

The bell rings, and the referee raises Tsukiko's hand. Oki-Kira slides back into the ring and joins Kiko's side. The ref instinctively reaches for Kira's hand, but he firmly declines.

Carson: Here are your winners, Silent Sorcery!

Robert: What an impressive first showing by this newly-minted tag team here tonight.
Phoenix: I have to say, I'm a bit stunned. I had no idea Tsukiko had healed already, or that she'd been in talks for a shiny new contract. I'm even more shocked at seeing Oki-Kira pursue what I can only assume will be a full-time contract, provided these two continue to impress. He's got that dojo of his, and well... this is unexpected. Will be interesting to see what the future holds for Silent Sorcery.
Jeffrey: Well, I'm all for more tag team action around here, and with that neat little no-talking stipulation, I don't have to hear a single word from that idiot Tsukiko! I guess she can still shriek like a banshee though. Yeesh! My ears are still ringing.

Silent Sorcery make it up to the top of the ramp and through gorilla position with a tag victory under their belts. Suddenly, the titantron flickers to life...

Phoenix: Well, I have no idea what that was. It's not the first time we've seen this cryptic and mysterious imagery either.
Jeffrey: I wonder what it is? Who could be behind all this?
Roberts: Well, you know -
Jeffrey: Shut up, Roberts - nobody cares what you think.

We cut backstage with Phil McGroin and Camera Man. McGroin is keeping watch by the locker room door while inside, Camera Man is frantically packing their bags.

Phoenix: Looks like McGroin and Camera Man are hightailing it outta here!

McGroin: HURRY UP, Camera Man! We need to get the hell out of here!
Camera Man: Almost - done - WHY do you have so much stuff for one show?
McGroin: I need it! Hurry up!
Camera Man: Coming - I'm coming!

Camera Man shuffles out of the locker room, lugging two big bags, one in each arm. McGroin motions for Camera Man to follow him as they quickly make it down the hallway and around the corner. They open a door and sneak through and come to another hallway.

McGroin: Parking lot's down here - come on!

McGroin and Camera Man continue to run. McGroin holds on tightly to his Hardcore Title, looking left and right as he passes down each junction off the hallway. They get close and closer to the open door leading to the parking lot... McGroin gets right up to the door! BAM! It slams shut, knocking McGroin to the ground! It opens again as Camera Man stops dead in his tracks. Victor Venom emerges from behind the door, chuckling to himself. Behind him comes Glock Nine, who sees the fallen McGroin, pulls the referee Jason Trent from behind the door as well and makes him count the fall! ONE ...TWO... THREE!!

Phoenix: Glock caught McGroin! And we have a new 4CW Hardcore Champion!
Jeffrey: No! I don't believe it! Poor Phil!

Glock picks up the belt and grabs the unconscious McGroin by the face.

Glock: Better luck next time, cuntflaps!

Glock laughs out loud as he saunters off with the title over his shoulder. Camera Man is long gone.

We cut back to the ring, where we already have a ring full of people. Six people lined up all next to each other. Some of them are vaguely recognisable. Then, "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system and out comes the oddest five people you'll ever see come out together. Justice and Waverly come out wearing cornrows and shades. Waverly has a shark tooth necklace, Justice has an assortment of bling, including a "BRO" pendant. Myback comes out bald as ever, but with drawn-on cornrows with seemingly black marker. Rane comes out masked and cornrowed also, no shades or necklaces, but she does have tassles on her tights. Carlos Starr completes the set, shades and a big afro.

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the hosts of The Bro Show... Zak E Justice, Nik Waverly, Carlos Starr, Myback and Rane... THE SUPERGROUP!!

All five of them come down to the ring like they are the main event of the show. The crowd's boos do little to deter them. One by one, they all head into the ring and eye up the six people in the ring, usually with a disapproving shake of the head.

Jeffrey: The Bro Show starts tonight! Looks like these six people are our contestants!
Roberts: I see Tony Rock in there, Carlos Starr's former tag partner, as well as El Conquistador, another former tag team champion!

Justice and Waverly grab microphones.

Justice & Waverly: Welcome, one and every bro, to the BRO SHOW!!
Justice: Tonight, we will meet the six contestants of The Bro Show - one of these six will go on to become our newest member!
Waverly: But we're not here to waste time... so tonight, TWO of you will be eliminated!
Justice: But before we get to that, let's see the bros we're dealing with...

The Supergroup take a step back as the six people in the center of the ring become the focus of Justice. He steps to the first of the six, a nerdy-looking teen with very skinny arms, something resembling a mullet attached to his head and big square glasses.

Justice: Who are you?
Eric Fintz: My name is Eric Fintz.
Justice: Yeah but bro... who are you?
Fintz: Uhh...

Before the kid can even answer, Justice steps to the next person. It is El Conquistador, complete in suit and mask. His expression is unreadable, he doesn't speak or move.

Justice: Hey Bro.
Conquistador: ...
Justice: So, like, do you like The Supergroup?
Conquistador: *nods*
Justice: Right on... but dude, I can't see you. What's under that mask?

Justice reaches an arm out, but Conquistador blocks it. He wags his finger in disapproval.

Justice: OK, mask stays on. I like it, bro. We aren't maskist. One of our members has a mask.

Justice moves on to the third.

Justice: And who are you, bro?
Tony Rock: I think you know who I am. I'm Tony Rock. Former Tag Champ with your buddy Carlos over there.

Justice turns to Starr.

Justice: Woah, is that true bro?
Starr: Well... I remember being Tag Champion... but bro, I don't know you. Glad to have a fan though, bro.
Rock: Fan?! I -

Justice has already moved on. He strolls over to the fourth of six contestants. This man is bald, and also familiar to the 4CW faithful.

Stone: I know you won't remember Tony Rock, that guy is a loser.. but I'm Don Stone. And bro, I'm the man you want in the Supergroup.

Justice nods in approval and moves on to the fifth. With this one, Justice gets down on his knees, since there's a dwarf at around 3'10 standing in front of him.

Justice: What about you, little bro?

The man, bearded and gravelly-sounding, speaks in a Polish accent.

Roger: My name is Roger Jodogovski.

Justice: Jogga-what now? We'll call you Lil Roger.

Roger: That's not my name.

Justice: Nice to meet you, Lil Roger. And finally...

We come to the last person. It's a woman who looks pretty well built for her height (around 5'6) and long black hair. She's wearing a black top and dark jeans.

Justice: And who are you, dudette?
Moxie: I'm Erica Moxie. And call me that again, I'll break your face.

Justice looks around at the other members of The Supergroup with an incredulously amused expression.

Justice: Fighting talk! I like it! Do you prefer... bro-nette? 😄

Justice high-fives Starr and Myback with his joke, that Moxie doesn't laugh at.

Moxie: It's Erica Moxie. Miss Moxie to you.
Justice: So you don't like dudette or Bronette? Why are you even here, then? You follow the wrong line out here, or something.

Justice turns to his group for encouragement again, this time high fiving Rane.

Moxie: For one reason, only. To kick all your asses.

Justice laughs, but suddenly, Moxie breaks into action. She punches Justice in the face and slaps Starr. Myback falls backwards out of shock and pulls a muscle in his back, clutching it and rolling out of the ring. Moxie turns and takes out Waverly with a spinning back fist, and clotheslines Rane out of the ring! The other contestants jump out of the ring and Moxie clears house, to the crowd's approval.

Phoenix: I don't know who this Erica Moxie is, but I like her!
Jeffrey: She just ruined The Bro Show for everyone! What a party pooper!

The Supergroup all regroup on the apron, shouting between themselves in frustration. Justice grabs the mic he dropped.

Justice: You just blew it lady! You're out of the Bro Show!

Roberts: I don't think Justice realises Erica Moxie never actually wanted to be in this contest!

Justice: And you - nerdy kid!

Justice points at the skinny Eric Fintz.

Justice: You're out too, I don't like you! The other four contestants, you're through! And next month, you'll all compete in a special obstacle course! And you - Moxie - if you mess with us again, you'll be sorry!

Moxie raises a brow and takes one step forward. Instantly, all five members of The Supergroup sprint up the ramp and out of sight. The contestants look more confused than anything and Erica Moxie laughs as we cut to break.

We cut backstage with Gabriel Crowe in the interview area.

Crowe: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Erica Moxie!

The camera pans over to show before-the-break debutant, Erica Moxie. She is grinning confidently.

Crowe: Erica, just before the break, we saw you make an impact by embarrassing The Supergroup. Without meaning to sound rude, who are you?

Erica Moxie: Call me Erica, Miss Moxie, whatever. You only need to know three things about me. 1) I am the latest graduate of Rhys Cain's wrestling school. 2) I am here to kick ass and 3) I am here to win championships.

Crowe: Well, let me be the first to say welcome to 4CW! Any words for our fans tonight?

Moxie nods.

Moxie: If they liked what they saw tonight, they will like even more next month, at Storm Front: Rumble in the Storm. I will enter that match, I will eliminate twenty nine other superstars. I don't care if they are men, women, giant, small, or even dweebs like The Supergroup, I will win that match! And then, I will go to Gallows End and become the 4CW World Champion. All within three months of my debut. And if you don't believe me, ask The Supergroup how it felt to cross paths with Miss Moxie!

Moxie leaves the interview area, leaving Crowe to watch her leave, impressed with her tenacity.

Roberts: Miss Moxie is the latest 4CW superstar!
Phoenix: And she's gonna be in the Rumble in the Storm match! I know we haven't seen much of her, but frankly, I think she could go toe to toe with anything with the attitude she has!
Jeffrey: Let's hope she can walk the walk as well as she talks the talk!

"The Burden" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system. The Atlanta crowd cheer as one of their favourites comes out on to the stage. The Bruiser comes out looking determined, confident and deadly serious.

Carson: The following is a FANS BRING THE WEAPONS match...

Possibly the pop of the night so far as fans all around  the arena hold up a wide variety of objects including balloons, boots, prosthetic legs and shovels.

Phoenix: How did we even get clearance to allow fans to bring an assortment of weapons to a live event?
Jeffrey: Money talks, Scott. Especially in fictitious universes.
Phoenix: ...Huh?
Jeffrey: ...What?

Carson: and is scheduled for one fall! There are no count outs, no disqualifications, and Reamer's career is on the line! Introducing first, from Wales, and now residing in Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220lbs, "THE BRUISER" ... RHYS ... CAAAIN!!

Cain walks down to the ring. He stops halfway to look at each side of the ramp, all the fans offering him a selection of weapons to enter the ring with. Cain takes a pair of brass knucks from one woman and thanks her, and takes a bandanna from another fan, wrapping it around his head, then sliding into the ring.

Jeffrey: Cain just put that gross bandanna on his head. Let's hope it's washed!

"Little Green Men" by Project 86 hits the PA system. Instantly the fans cheering turns to ice-cold boos as Reamer steps out onto the stage.

Carson: And his opponent, from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs ... REEEAMER!!

As Reamer comes down the ramp, the same fans who offered Cain weapons pull themselves away. Reamer waves them off and shakes his head in disdain, before reaching ringside. He looks up at Cain and points to the brass knucks in his hand.

Reamer: You look so confident - with a weapon in your hand!

Cain raises a brow, then pulls off the brass knucks. He throws them out of the ring and Reamer catches them. Cain then takes a different stance and tells Reamer to 'bring it'. Reamer scowls and slides on the knucks, before rolling into the ring. Reamer jumps to his feet and swings a punch - but Cain takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press! Cain starts throwing lefts and rights to the grounded Reamer. Reamer rolls and scrambles and manages to escape the ring. Cain slides out after him and hits a double axe handle into Reamer's back, before throwing him into the barricade!

Phoenix: Cain has come out swinging! This could be a long night for Reamer!
Jeffrey: Wait til Reamer gets an opportunity and the tides will surely change!

Cain grabs Reamer and picks up the heavier man, wasting no time in whipping him from the barricade, shoulder-first into the steel steps! They break on impact in two! Cain stalks his opponent, waiting for Reamer to slowly clamber back up to his feet, then he swoops in and takes out Reamer with a belly-to-belly suplex on the outside!

Phoenix: That ringside area has one thin mat and is NOT a good place to get suplexed!

Cain gets back up to his feet and with his adrenaline pumping, he throws his arms in the air to get the crowd pumped. They respond with enthusiasm. He then watches as Reamer uses the barricade to pull himself back up. Cain sprints over to Reamer and clotheslines him over the barricade and into the crowd!

Roberts: And the action spills over into the crowd! And we know how handy that is in this particular match!

Cain climbs over the barricade and turns to a young lady three rows back. She has some hairspray in her hand. Cain gratefully takes it and sprays Reamer just as he looks up! Reamer clutches his face and rolls around. Cain turns back to the lady.

Cain: Do you mind?

He asks her, motioning to her chair underneath. The lady obliges and Cain folds up her chair, turning around and smashing Reamer across the back! Cain continues the assault with another chair shot to the back! Reamer crawls away as Cain drops the chair and asks around for more weapons. One fan hands him a belt. Cain grins and whips Reamer across the back! Reamer writhes in agony as he reaches an arena wall and attempts to use it to get back to his feet. Cain whips him with the belt again, resulting in a massive welt on his back.

Phoenix: What a ruthless beating by Cain here! Reamer has started this match all wrong!
Roberts: I don't think Cain has any intentions of letting up!

Cain whips Reamer across the back for a third time and then throws the belt, grabbing Reamer and trying to lift him up. Suddenly, Reamer strikes, hitting Cain with a crippling Low Blow!!

Roberts: And there's the low blow! What more should we expect from Reamer at this point?
Jeffrey: Hey, James, you know what Fans Bring The Weapons means? It means NO DISQUALIFICATIONS. Reamer is playing by the rules, because there aren't any!
Roberts: That's some flawed logic...
Jeffrey: Yeah well you're a flawed attempt at human life but you don't see me going on about it.

Cain collapses to the ground and the fans surrounding Reamer boo him mercilessly. He pays them no attention and focuses on getting back up to his feet. As he manages to get back to a standing position, he looks around. There are two big production boxes standing close by. Reamer grins, picking up Cain, then taking his time to lean back and get full momentum, whipping Cain shoulder first into the boxes with a thickening thud!

Phoenix: Cain will be feeling that one in the morning!
Jeffrey: Now it's Reamer's turn to show everyone what ruthless really is!

Reamer grabs Cain and returns the favour from earlier, hitting The Bruiser with a Belly-to-belly suplex! Cain crashes on the floor and Reamer decides to climb on top of the production boxes. He waits patiently, letting the crowd know what he thinks of them as Cain slowly and groggily picks himself back up. When the time is right, Reamer jumps off and takes out Cain with a Flying Clothesline!

Phoenix: Reamer flies! Pulling out all the stops here to put down The Bruiser! But will it be enough?

Reamer seems to be wondering the same thing as he makes the first cover of the match! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Not yet! Cain kicks out! Reamer frowns at the kick out and picks up the fellow Hall of Famer, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him through the crowd. Finally, they come to an area where some chairs have been seperated as there seems to have been a spillage.

Seconds later, Janitur arrives, mop in hand, garbage can in the other and starts to clean. Reamer hits Cain with an uppercut, staggering him. Reamer then approaches Janitur and tries to take the dustbin. Janitur protests.

Janitur: Wait - what are you doing with I's garbage can?
Reamer: I want to use it - it's a Fans Bring The Weapons match!
Janitur: I is not a fan! And this garbage can is my property!
Reamer: Listen, chump - I'm taking it!
Janitur: No!

Reamer attempts to take the garbage can. Janitur jumps on his back in protest. Furious, Reamer throws Janitur up and over onto his back. Reamer then laughs at Janitur to more boos from the crowd and picks up the garbage can. He turns around to hit Cain with the can - but Cain is back up on his feet and dropkicks the can into Reamer's face!

Phoenix: Never turn your back on your opponent! Reamer should know better!
Jeffrey: To be fair he did have the bloody Janitur latched on to his back!

Cain grabs the fallen Reamer and drags him back towards the ring. When they reach the barricade, Cain literally throws Reamer over to the other side, sending him crashing at ringside. Cain jumps over the wall and throws Reamer back into the ring. Cain then goes back to the front row, and asks the crowd what they have to offer him. Someone offers a crutch, Cain throws that in the ring. Someone offers their steel chair and he throws that in too. Cain then takes a bag full of something off a third fan and finally, after a little bit of a struggle, a fan manages to bring his prosthetic leg to the barricade, which Cain also grabs and rolls into the ring.

Reamer stumbles back up to his feet, unaware of all the new weapons to play with, and Cain smashes him across the face with the prosthetic leg to a big pop! Cain throws the leg back over to its owner and takes the small bag he received. He unties the knot - and spills out a myriad of thumbtacks all over the mat!

Roberts: Oh no! Thumbtacks!
Jeffrey: This is terrible! Reamer, you need to focus!
Phoenix: It looks like Cain has something brutal in mind!

Cain throws his arms in the air, to get the crowd pumped again, probably so that he can find the courage to do what he's about to do. Then, he grabs Reamer, hooks him up - AND HITS THE STANDING MOONSAULT SLAM - DIRECTLY INTO THE THUMBTACKS!!

Phoenix: AVADA KEDAVRA!! Reamer and Cain both just landed right in the thumbtacks - but Reamer definitely got the worst of it!!

Cain rolls away, seething as he pulls out a rogue thumbtack. Meanwhile, Reamer writhes and jitters as he suffers from the thumbtack slam. He sits up, screaming in agony, and the camera gets a good shot of about twenty bloody piercings in his back courtesy of the tacks. Cain gets back up to his feet and kicks Reamer in the head. Clearly not finished yet, he picks up Reamer's legs and turns him over into the Boston Crab right into the tacks!!

Phoenix: Oh my god! The Back Snap is locked in!! And Reamer's torso is being pushed into the thumbtacks with every moment he's locked in!
Roberts: He's going to tap - he has to tap!!

Reamer continues to roar in agony as he writhes viciously, trying to do anything in his power to get out of the thumbtacks and the hold. Reamer digs his hands into the mat and tries to lift himself up, crawling one hand at a time towards the ropes. Cain tries to apply more pressure as his grip starts to loosen but with one last ditch effort, Reamer reaches the ropes! Of course, given that there are no disqualifications, Cain keeps the move locked in, albeit not as tightly as earlier.

Jeffrey: That midget is cheating! Reamer has the ropes!
Roberts: Hey, Ray, you know what Fans Bring The Weapons means? It means NO DISQUALIFICA--
Jeffrey: Finish that sentence and I'll bitch slap you off this table.

Reamer uses the leverage of the ropes to pull himself onto the apron and manages to fall to the outside of the ring, breaking the submission! Cain staggers and leans against the ropes to regain his breath as Reamer struggles on the outside. Slowly, but surely, Reamer grabs the barricade and drags himself up almost in slow motion back to his feet, with wounds now on his back and torso. He pulls out one or two thumbtacks, then turns to get back into the ring. Cain has already ran to the ropes and dives out of the ring - but Reamer sidesteps him at the very last moment, and Cain crashes head-first into the barricade!!

Phoenix: Oh my god! They don't call it a Suicide Dive for nothing! And Cain's just backfired!!

Cain crumples and the bloody Reamer grabs him and picks up his limp body. He grabs Cain by the chin, screaming obscenities in his face, then gives him a slap just for good measure! Reamer then rolls Cain back into the ring and re-enters. Reamer picks up the crutch Cain threw in earlier and grins maliciously as he raises it in the air. The crowd boo and gasp as they both hate Reamer and are concerned for Cain.

Cain crawls over to the corner, clutching his neck, trying to find something to get back to his feet. He uses the ropes to pull himself up halfway, but Reamer runs over and smashes him in the gut with the crutch!! Cain doubles over, gasping for breath!! Reamer then smashes the crutch across Cain's back, snapping it clean in two!

Reamer: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, CAIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUISER!

Phoenix: It is indeed Cain's 33rd birthday today .. but the way things are going, I'm not sure Cain is gonna get what he wants!

Reamer slaps his own elbow to motion for a move. Cain crawls, trying to avoid the thumbtacks strewn across the ring. He uses the ropes to climb back up to his feet again, refusing to give in. Reamer spins on the spot and takes out Cain with a ROARING ELBOW!!

Phoenix: Supreme Annoyance!! That may be all she wrote for The Bruiser!

Reamer falls down and hooks the leg of Cain. The referee counts! ONE ... TWO ... THR--NO!! Cain kicks out!

Phoenix: H-How?! How did Cain kick out of that? Two crutch shots and a roaring elbow, after smashing into that barricade!
Roberts: It's just instinct! Pure instinct! I'm not even sure Cain realizes what he did.

Reamer doesn't get straight back on the offense straight away, purely out of exhaustion. For about twenty seconds, he lays next to Cain, both men's heavy breathing the only real movement. The crowd buzz louder and louder, chanting "LET'S GO BRUISER!" to try and rally their hero to his feet. Despite this, it's Reamer who is first to his feet and he grabs the welsh warrior by his hair, pulling him back up to his feet. Reamer signals its time to end the match and hooks up Cain in position for a Fisherman's Suplex!

Phoenix: Supreme Compromise on it's way?

Reamer starts to lift Cain, but Cain reverses, throwing up Reamer instead and taking him out with a suplex! And Cain holds on! He rolls around gets back to his feet and hits a second suplex! Cain holds on one more time, lifts Reamer up a third and final time to complete the Triple Suplex, narrowly avoiding the thumbtacks!

Roberts: Cain reverses into his patented Triple Suplex! Can he find a way to take advantage here?
Phoenix: I'm not sure! Both men are spent!

Both men are spent, however, out of pure will, Cain kips back up to his feet!! He stumbles instantly, and almost falls over again, but holds his ground. Then, he looks at Reamer on the ground and up at the turnbuckle. He then starts to kick out all of the thumbtacks out of the ring, so the majority of them fall over to the outside, and then starts to climb the turnbuckle!

Jeffrey: This crazy midget is going up top!

Cain reaches the top turnbuckle, barely able to keep his balance. Reamer stumbles back up to his feet - and Cain dives off with a dropkick!!

Phoenix: Blaze Kick from Cain!

Cain gets back up, adrenaline pumping, arms shaking, hair flying! The crowd roar with approval at this second wind from The Bruiser! Cain goes to the corner and signals for the end!

Roberts: Looks like Cain is going to try some Dragon Rage!!

Reamer gets back up to his feet again and Cain is chomping at the bit as he sprints for Reamer! Cain jumps in the air, sending the Busaiku Knee Kick at Reamer! Reamer sidesteps! Cain crashes hard! Cain hobbles back up to his feet -but Reamer is ready with another Supreme Annoyance Roaring Elbow! Cain falls back into the corner! Reamer pounces, he slides behind Cain and climbs on top of the turnbuckle! Reamer hooks up Cain - and HITS THE DIAMOND DUST!

Jeffrey: SUPREME IMPACT! Reamer hit it!
Phoenix: That's it! It's gotta be over!!

Reamer rolls over and hooks the leg of Cain! The referee counts!

ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner ... REEEAMER!!

"Little Green Men" by Project 86 blasts through the speakers. The arena is fraught with boos and disappointment as Reamer picks up a massive win! Reamer rolls off of Cain and leans on the middle rope, too exhausted to do anything else.

Phoenix: What a battle between these two Hall of Famers! But it's Reamer who will walk out tonight the winner and in doing so, saves his own career!
Jeffrey: That was one hell of a match and that's exactly why I wanted Reamer to win! Imagine if we had to say goodbye to a talent like this!
Roberts: A brutal, ruthless match. An absolute war for the ages here tonight! But Reamer comes out on top!

Reamer remains on the middle ropes for a little while exhausted. Cain remains out on the mat. The music continues to play. Eventually, Reamer somehow finds the ability to get back up to his feet. He looks around at the crowd with an unreadable expression on his face. Reamer seems to be going through an emotional internal battle as he looks over at the fallen Bruiser. He snarls and stalks his way over to Cain. The crowd anticipate the worst...

Reamer leans down, grabs Cain by the hand - AND PULLS HIM UP TO HIS FEET. The two men stand, groggily, staring at each other, not a single word said. Then, Reamer's face breaks into - a smile?! And not a vicious one either, but a genuine smile. He then looks at Cain with a serious expression - and extends the hand!

Phoenix: I'm - it seems Reamer wants to show some respect.
Roberts: IS this Reamer, though? Or has Supreme come back?

Cain stares at Reamer's hand, then his face, still grimacing in pain and overcome with frustration and exhaustion. And then... he SHAKES REAMER'S HAND!

Roberts: I don't get it.
Jeffrey: Lemme explain it to you, dumbass. Cain and Reamer went to the apocalypse to beat one another. They gave each other everything they had. All that's left that they haven't given is respect. Until now.
Roberts: That... actually makes sense.
Jeffrey: Of course it does, you're just the slowest man in the arena!

Cain and Reamer exchange some words heard only to them. Then, Cain walks past Reamer, slides out of the ring and leaves the winner alone to celebrate his victory.

Phoenix: You know Cain would have done anything to win tonight - and he must be absolutely devastated that he didn't - but these two men have settled their differences once and for all. Now they can move on to pastures new, whatever that may end up being for either one of them.

We are sent into a video package. We cut to an office in some unspecified 4CW HQ corporate building. Lord Skywolf sits in the waiting room, swiping through his phone to keep his mind occupied.

Skywolf: *mumbling* (...) swipe right, swipe right, swipe right... swipe right... ugh, swipe lef-- hmm, actually, fuck it, swipe right...

The clearing of a throat is heard off camera. Jarred to attention, Skywolf jumps and his phone flies into the air. He catches it on its descent, mumbles "shit" and stuffs it in his pocket, before turning to a smartly-dressed receptionist standigin the doorway.

Receptionist: The Consortium will see you now.
Skywolf: The Consortium?

The receptionist sighs, exasperated.

Receptionist: I'll assume you didn't read the email. The disciplinary will take place down the hall, through that door.

She gestures to a door at the far end of the hall.

Receptionist: The Consortium – the eight people who own the company
Skywolf: Wait, aren't there –supposed to be nine people?
Receptionist: Yes, there are nine members of the Consortium, but one of them was unavailable today. They had an urgent personal matter to tend to.
Skywolf: Who?
Receptionist: Mr Reed.
Skywolf: Wait, what? Sven Reed?
Receptionist: I don't know any other Reeds who own the company, do you?

Skywolf raises his brow.

Skywolf: Sassy! Are you on Tinder?

The receptionist glares at Skywolf.

Skywolf: Nevermind. Shit, so Sven's not here? Damn, he was the only one who had my back.
Receptionist: The other eight members of The Consortium have appointed a judge. For all intents and purposes, they want this to be as close to a real court case as possible.
Skywolf: Fucking kayfabe, right?

The receptionist glares again.

Skywolf: Ignore me. Who's the judge?
Receptionist: Judge Sarah Reeves. I don't recommend you ask her if she's on Tinder.
Skywolf: *chuckles nervously* Right... I deserved that one.
Receptionist: ... Right this way, Mr Skywolf.

The receptionist heads down the hall and Skywolf follows behind. He stops at the door for a moment, speaking to himself.

Skywolf: Sarah Reeves... Sven Reed... huh. Weird.

We cut back to the arena. "Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage hits the PA system. The crowd pop as Rigg and Fischer appear on stage. They slap eachother in the chests to hype one another up, then bump knuckles and head down the ramp.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the challengers, weighing in at a combined weight of 530lbs, Bruce Rigg ... "The Rotterdam Raven" Garret Fischer ... THE LIBERATION!!

Phoenix: It's been a few months since the tag division was revived. The Liberation have become fan favourites, with Fischer's quick pace and athletic ability, and Rigg's brute strength and power, they have made a good team. Tonight, they will once again attempt to vanquish their foes, Umbra Maxima!
Jeffrey: And don't forget, Maxima beat Liberation at Revival to win the Tag Titles! Liberation are the ones on the back foot here!

Rigg and Fischer both slide into the ring. Rigg goes to the ropes while Fischer jumps on the turnbuckle. They do their "breaking free from chains" taunt and await their opponents.

"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the PA system. The crowd turn from cheers to boos as the Tag Team Champions make their way out. Like Liberation, one big, one small, each with their championships wrapped around their waists.

Carson: And their opponents, from New York, New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 485lbs, they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions ... Maximillian Yesgill ... Elfan Simtul ... UMBRA ... MAXIMAAAA!!

Phoenix: Here we have the tag team champions. Yesgill, like Fischer, lightweight and speedy. Elfan Simtul has the size of Rigg, but he also has a very nasty mean streak in there.
Roberts: This is gonna be hard hitting, and it's gonna be destructive - but who will walk out with the gold?

Yesgill and Simtul enter the ring together, slowly and with purpose. The referee separates the two team in their respective corners and pats them down as they discuss tactics. Eventually, Yesgill and Fischer are the two who decide to start the match on their respective teams. The referee rings the bell.

Yesgill and Fischer lock up in the middle of the ring. Fischer is quick to lock in a headlock. Yesgill fights back and Fischer pushes him to the ropes. Fischer knocks down Yesgill to the mat with a clothesline on his return. Yesgill stays on the mat and swiftly spins on the spot taking out Fischer with a leg sweep. Yesgill turns himself around again and covers Fischer. 1... kickout! Fischer rolls backwards and flips back up to his feet. Yesgill is quick to catch up but Fischer whips him to the ropes. Yesgill ducks the clothesline this time. He comes back in a hurry but Fischer leap frogs him. Yesgill turns on the spot, Fischer takes him out with a dropkick.

Phoenix: Quick, technical action - just like we expected from these two!

The two line back up in the middle of the ring to an appreciative clap from the crowd. They go to lock up again, but Yesgill kicks Fischer in the gut and locks him in a headlock. Yesgill wrenches the hold in tight and Fischer tries to fight out of it but isn't able to. Fischer then tries another tactic, punching Yesgill in the gut repeatedly. The fourth or fifth strike causes Yesgill to loosen his hold and Fischer slips out of it. He rolls up Yesgill from behind. 1...2... Yesgill rolls over and reverses the pin. 1...2... Fischer breaks out. Both men jump back to their feet but Yesgill is a moment quicker, taking out Fischer with a DDT!

Roberts: Yesgill ever-slightly quicker there!

Yesgill picks up Fischer and throws him into the Umbra corner. Yesgill runs up and corner clotheslines Fischer, before tagging in Simtul. The big man grins wickedly as he steps into the ring, salivating at the prospect of beating up the wounded animal. Simtul grabs Fischer and pulls him back up standing in the corner. He then drives his shoulder into the gut of Fischer several times. Fischer falls out of the corner and Simtul lifts him up, turns around and body slams him in the middle of the ring!

Phoenix: Simtul could manhandle most heavyweights! How will Fischer deal with the size difference?

As Fischer tries to get to all fours, Simtul comes down numerous times with clubbing blows to the back. Fischer refuses to quit and comes back up each time until a fourth blow to the back is an elbow drop which keeps him down. Simtul turns him over and covers. 1...2... no! Fischer kicks out!

Jeffrey: That kid is showing some resilience, I'll give him that, but this is a battle he can't win.

Simtul gets back up and picks up the smaller man, who clutches his back as he is dragged to his feet. Fischer finds a sudden burst of energy and starts throwing wild fists to Simtul but all this seems to do is agitate him and he suddenly swoops down, picks up Fischer and turns him around for a Powerslam, driving him into the mat!

Phoenix: Nearly three hundred pounds crashing down on you like that must be gruelling! If nothing else, you can bet Fischer is winded.

Simtul covers Fischer again, this time pie-facing him as he does so. 1... 2... Kickout! Fischer pushes Simtul's hand out of his face. Simtul retaliates by mounting Fischer and delivering some thunderous lefts and rights. Rigg tries to make some noise on the apron, trying to spur on his partner to find something. Simtul stands up and laughs, then grabs Fischer and throws him back into the Umbra corner. Simtul tags Yesgill back in.

Jeffrey: This is smart! Umbra Maxima are isolating Fischer and breaking him down, bit by bit! First his body, then his spirit!
Phoenix: Despite your grim outlook, I can't help but agree it's a sound tactic!

Yesgill unleashes some mudhole stomps on the cornered and downed Fischer, and the referee starts to count him ... 1...2...3...4...and Yesgill retreats, avoiding the disqualification. Yesgill roughly lifts Fischer back up by his hair, then hooks him up and takes him out with a suplex before he can even fathom what has happened. With Fischer down and seemingly out, Yesgill climbs the turnbuckle. The crowd begrudgingly pop at the potential of a high-risk move. Yesgill reaches the top, and flips backwards with a Moonsault! But Fischer rolls out of the way!

Phoenix: There's life in Fischer yet! Now is his opportunity to get the tag!!

Rigg is almost frothing at the mouth at ringside, leaning over as far as he can with his arm outstretched. Fischer crawls slowly towards his partner, arm stretched too. They inch closer and closer - Yesgill gets close to his corner - the camera zooms in to capture the hot tag at the right moment - but Simtul, the now legal man, pulls Fischer away from Rigg and back to the middle of the ring!!

Simtul approaches Rigg, talking some trash while pointed animatedly. Simtul gets a little too close and Rigg throws a punch, hitting him! The referee gets in between the two of them to try and maintain order. At the same time, Yesgill rolls back into the ring, kicks Fischer in the head, and jumps out again, all before the ref gets Fischer back into view. Simtul laughs as he decides to go back to picking apart Fischer.

Simtul picks up Fischer and lifts him high in the air for the Gorilla Press Slam, but Fischer writhes madly, kicking and punching. Simtul drops him and Fischer takes him down with a snap DDT on his descent! The crowd go crazy as Fischer jumps back towards Rigg! Mere inches away, he crawls some more. Simtul groggily gets back to his knees as Fischer stretches one final time - AND MAKES THE TAG!

Phoenix: Here - we - GO!

Rigg stampedes into the ring as Simtul gets back to his feet. Rigg ERUPTS with a huge clothesline that knocks Simtul on his ass. Rigg continues the run and hits Yesgill off the apron with a big elbow! As Simtul gets back to his feet, Rigg runs up to him and hits a belly-to-belly suplex! Rigg gets straight back up and runs to the ropes, then comes back and crushes Simtul with a Running Splash!

Phoenix: Things are heating up! Rigg is cleaning house!!

Rigg helps Fischer up to his feet and tells him something. Fischer nods and looks out at Yesgill clambering to his feet at ringside. Rigg takes out Simtul with a Big Boot! At the same time, Fischer runs towards the ropes, jumping over Simtul's body, then gracefully flipping over the top rope and taking out Yesgill with a diving senton!

Phoenix: Fischer just took out Yesgill! Rigg is in prime position!!
Roberts: This could be it!

Fischer and Yesgill lay on the outside as Rigg lifts Simtul and puts him in the Powerbomb position! Rigg lifts him up into the air and CRASHES down with the Freedom Bomb!!

Phoenix: It's all over! Umbra Maxima's liberation has come!

Rigg makes the cover, hooking the leg. The ref counts... ONE ... TWO ... TH--NO!! Simtul kicks out!

Jeffrey: It's not over yet!
Roberts: Wow! Simtul has more in the tank!

Rigg gets back up to his feet and calls Fischer. Fischer, slightly dazed, rolls back into the ring. Rigg points to the top rope. Fischer nods and heads up! Rigg then picks up Simtul and ducks down, lifting him up onto his shoulders!

Phoenix: It looks like The Liberation are going for Liberate Your Sons And Daughters! Simtul may have survived the Freedom Bomb, he won't survive this!

Fischer gets to the top turnbuckle and stands in position as Simtul is lifted up to prime position. Suddenly, Yesgill jumps up on the apron and shakes the top rope! Fischer loses his balance and crashes down to the outside of the ring!

Phoenix: The Rotterdam Raven's flight has been cut short! This is bad news for Rigg!

Before Rigg can react to Fischer's fall, Simtul is suddenly pummeling him from above! Simtul drops back down to his feet and turns around, hitting Rigg with an uppercut heard all around the arena!! Rigg stumbles back, falls into the ropes and comes forward again. Simtul lifts Rigg up on to his shoulders, and brings him crashing down with the SHADOW HAMMER! Simtul hooks the leg!! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here are your winners, and STILL the 4CW Tag Team Champions... UMBRA ... MAXIMAAAA!!

"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the PA system. Yesgill grabs the titles from ringside and enters the ring, handing one to Simtul. Together they raise the belts and celebrate their victory.

Phoenix: Well it was a great back and forth bout at times, but Fischer took a hell of a beating and ultimately Fischer's demise is what cost The Liberation!
Jeffrey: And my new favourite tag team are STILL Tag Champs!
Roberts: Indeed they have dominated since the rebirth of this division and it begs the question - is anyone on Umbra Maxima's level right now?

Umbra Maxima exit the ring with the titles held high as they walk back up the ramp. At ringside, a groggy Rigg sees to his friend Fischer. We see one more shot at the top of the ramp with Maxima holding the titles high before we cut to break.

Wherever I May Roam by Yashin hits the PA with the lights dipping until music drops, then as music punches back up pyros go off and a video package showing Brians strength and abilities interspersed with a steam train running at full tilt along it's tracks. Brian White and Tommy Young make their entrance, focused on the ring.

Carson: This match is set for one fall and is for the 4CW Universal Championship! Introducing at this time, the challenger, weighing in at 400lbs, from Barry, South Wales, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAIN ... WHIIITE!!

White ignores the crowed as he deliberately walks to the ring, stepping over the ropes, and music fades. Tommy saunters down with a smirk, ignoring the crowd the same as White, but stays on the outside of the ring. White turns to the entrance ramp and waits, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

The sound of firecrackers begin to echo around the arena and smoke begins to fill the air. Sparks begin to shoot out of the ramp and the revving of an engine can be heard, followed by a car speeding away into the distance. The guitar kicks in as "3's and 7's" by Queens of the Stone Age begins to echo around the arena. Clyde Bonham steps out in a black wife-beater and blue, torn jeans, a slightly maniacal smile twisted on his face and the 4CW Universal Championship around his waist. His black leather jacket completes the ensemble, reflecting the sparks seemingly off of it.

Carson: And his opponent, from Death Falls, Nevada, He is the 4CW Universal Champion, CLYDE ... BOONHAAMMM!!

He walks down the ramp, smirking at the fans a bit, occasionally acknowledging a sign or to that reference him. Clyde climbs the stairs and swiftly enters the ring via the second rope, spinning and raising his belt in the air. He removes the jacket and folds it over, handing it to the time keeper before rotating his wrists and bouncing on his legs to loosen himself up. He stops after a few seconds and leans back into the turnbuckle, eyeing his opponent as he hands the belt to the ref and waits for the bell to ring.

Taking the belt the ref raises it high above his head before handing it to the timekeeper then comes up to both competitors and has a quick word, though neither seem to react in any way, just looking across the ring at each other, White with a scowl, Bonham with a smirk. Shaking his head in resignation, he calls for the bell.

Phoenix: And the match is underway, head referee Jason Trent is going to have a tough time of this one!
Jeffrey: *rolls eyes* Yeah I guess he will...(since when did we have a head ref...?)

DING! DING!

With the sound of the bell, Bonham immediately goes in for the attack taking White off guard a little as Bonham slams in with strikes and kicks from all sides. White is backed into a corner as he tries to defend himself, his arms up to deflect as many shots as he can, but Bonham is relentless. With an elbow to the side, a swift punch to the gut and a hard kick to a thigh, White finds himself slumped in the corner with Bonham stood over him.

Bonham takes this opportunity to shout some smack into Whites face before beginning to stomp a mudhole into the big man. The ref finally comes in and starts counting, with Bonham finally retreating at about four and a half. Bonham then struts around the ring with his arms in the air, taking in the cheers and boos of the crowd.

Roberts: Bonham quick off the mark there, White doesn't know what hit him!

White groggily makes his way back to his feet, shaking his head to loosen the cobwebs. Bonham, just watches, his smirk deepening. White raises his gaze to meet Bonhams and moves towards him, his stance showing that he's ready this time. Bonham just shrugs and restarts the attack, hoping to get White down quickly.

Unfortunately for Bonham, Whites experience with that kind of brawling allows him to begin his own comeback, blocking strikes and shooting his own, taking advantage of Bonhams early overconfidence.

Jeffrey: Hah! Didn't take long for this match to dissolve into a slugfest!
Phoenix: Indeed, very little finesse on show here, but a lot of brute strength and force instead.
Roberts: Just a matter of time before we see who gets the advantage!
Jeffrey: Augh.... Do I have too.... Yep! Contractually obligated! SHUT UP ROBERTS!!!

An advantage was being one however, by the larger combatant. Whites superior weight and mass allowing him to both withstand and deliver more damage than Bonham was able to withstand and soon, Bonham found himself thrown to the ropes as White when in tor a thunderous clothesline. Picking up Bonham by the head White whips him towards a corner before charging in for a stinger splash that leaves Bonham coughing onto one knee whilst the crowds cheer.

White smiles grimly as he feels that momentum has swung his direction and moves to pick  up Bonham in a side cradle. Walking the few steps to the centre of the ring, White drops down, dumping Bonham in the middle of the ring with the added bonus of all his body weight across Bonhams midriff.

Phoenix: Heavy Pavement Slam there by the challenger.

The pace slowed, White begins to feel comfortable as he manhandles the champ back to his feet, only to throw him over his head with a snap vertical suplex. Turning over, White hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick-out!

Bonham rolls out from under White and makes for the ropes. White just gets to his feet and stalks towards his fallen pray. Bonham, grabbing the bottom rope suddenly senses danger behind and kicks out, his boot slamming into Whites shin. Bonham repeats the attack, this time kicking Whites leg out from under him. White falls on his face as Bonham uses the ropes to regain his own footing.

Seeing his opportunity, Bonham drops his elbow right in the small of Whites back, forcing the air out of his lungs and his back to arch in pain. Bonham quickly gets to his feet and, sensing he may have time, quickly climbs to the second rope.

Phoenix: Bonham looking tor some high impact here..

With little ceremony, Bonham leaps off the rope and drives the point of his elbow, right into Whites spine, causing the big man to cry out in pain. Bonham smiles with glee as the big man writhes on the floor, the stops as he hears banging from the other side of the ring. Tommy has come forward to start trying to rally his mentor. Bonham, grinning savagely, climbs the ropes again, this time going to the very top.

The crowd roars in anticipation as Bonham catches Tommy's eye, points menacingly at him, then leaps off, again driving his elbow into Whites broad back. Excitement brewing, Bonham turns the big man over and leans over him for a cover. The ref slides over and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!!

Bonham looks over at the ref in shock as he points towards Whites legs, one of which was draped over the bottom rope!

Phoenix: Fantastic ring awareness by White there!
Jeffrey: Or the opposite from Bonham! He coulda rolled White the other way....

Bonham was punching the matt in frustration as Tommy continued to slap the matt in encouragement. Irritated, Bonham stomps over to Tommy's corner and lashes out with his boot, catching nothing but the bottom ring rope as Tommy quickly dodges away. Bonham leans over the ropes to start shouting at the young man, who stares back defiantly. This distraction gives White the time he needs to regain some composure and, still clutching his back in pain, he moves towards his distracted opponent.

Too late, Bonham feels the presence of the larger man behind him and barely has time to even yelp as two big arms reach around his waist, lock hands and then yank him over for a german suplex. Not letting go, White rolls over and goes for a second, slamming Bonham onto his shoulders and neck. Even dazed, Bonham begins to try and fight the tight grip of the big welshman who again, lifts Bonham up and pops for a third, this time releasing his grip and throwing Bonham half way across the ring. Bonham rolls further towards the ropes.

Grinning, White strode across the ring, confidence radiating as he looked down on the crumpled form of Bonham. Leaning down, he goes for the pin, only for Bonham to grab him around the shoulder and pull him over into a small package! The referee leaps into action behind the package, watching the two struggle as he lifts his hand to slap the mat!

ONE!

Bonham quickly puts one foot on the lower rope.

TWO!

Emboldened Bonham puts his other foot on the second rope. White struggles futilely against the added pressure of the elevated feet, that the ref does not seem to notice.

THREE!

Carson: Here is your winner and STILL the 4CW Universal Champion.. CLYDE ... BOONHAAAM!!

“3's & 7's” hits the PA as Tommy, who was rushing towards the pin, stops and raises his hands in despair as Bonham drops the pin and rolls out to ringside, quickly going to collect his belt, smiling broadly as he just cheated White again! Grabbing the belt Bonham continued to rush around the ring to escape up the ramp with his prise.

Phoenix: Well, White won't be happy, but Bonham walks out the victor at Duskfall!
Jeffrey: You can say that again! He's gonna be piss... WHAT?!

The outburst was at the sudden appearance of Tommy via a thunderous dropkick! Quickly taking advantage of the surprise, Tommy quickly grabs the larger man and swings him back into the ring, where White has risen to his feet, pure rage clouding his eyes as he watches Tommy.

Jeffrey: Yep! White's pissed alright! And not a happy loser this time!
Roberts: Well, the only one who didn't see Bonhams feet on the ropes was our head ref there!
Jeffrey: Sigh! Well done captain obvious!

White meanwhile was in the process of stomping his own mudholes into Bonham! Tommy had joined him in the ring and looks itching to get a good hit in. White, looking over, seems to have a plan and, grabbing Bonham by the back of his vest, lifts him and drags him to the ropes. He the drapes the dazed form of Bonham over the second rope and retreats to a corner on the opposite side of the ring.

Jeffrey: Looks like White has a plan, and Bonhams not gonna like it!

White nods triumphantly at Tommy, who grins and takes off for the ring ropes opposite to Bonham, bounces off and races towards Bonhams supine form. Grabbing the middle anmd top ropes Tommy swings himself around in a massive tiger feint kick, knocking Bonham back onto his feet to stagger back, right into Whites massive spear! The crowd pops massively at this new sequence

Phoenix: What synergy from these two! Aces High and Runaway Train in one combo!
Jeffrey: Yeah, it's almost like they know each other, right?! HAHAHA!
Phoenix: Thank you Ray....

White stands over the body of Clyde Bonham, Tommy standing next to him. He stoops to grab the Universal Championship and raises it above his own head before lying it back over Bonhams chest and Whites music hits.

Back at 4CW HQ for Skywolf's disciplinary, we cut to a large office with a huge table in the middle of the room. Skywolf sits one side, alone. On the other side are all eight faces of the Consortium, with Judge Sarah Reeves dead in the middle, directly opposite him. She has dark hair, and definitely had some plastic surgery in her time. Skywolf seems to recognise her in some distant way, but he shrugs it off; he's got bigger fish to fry.

Judge Reeves: So, we have recapped why you are here. By the end of this meeting, we will have decided whether you are or are not responsible for the death of professional wrestler MONSTAR. Now, we have a video feed here. MONSTAR's wife has issued a statement on the death of her husband in a 4CW ring.
Skywolf: Shit. Do I really have to watch this?
Reeves: I would say you do, yes. I would also say a responsible GM wouldn't even ask such a question.

Reeves presses play on the tape. A woman in her 30s, with long dark hair and standing at about 3 ft 11, holds a written statement in her hands. She has clearly been crying, as she has puffy eyes.

Skywolf: Wait – this is his wife?
She's so tin – uh... I mean, she's very brave.

Reeves irritably pauses the tape.

Reeves: Are you ready to continue, Mr Skywolf? Or do you have any more quips about MONSTAR's wife?
Skywolf: Can we at least call her by her name?
Reeves: That is her name. *sighs impatiently* Can we continue now, Mr Skywolf?
Skywolf: Her name is MONSTAR's wi–?! You know what, don't worry about it. Let's continue.

MONSTAR's wife: It's taken a while to really come to grips with what happened to my husband. His tragic death has left me and our 12 kids devastated. It's hard to decide where to go from here. With that being said, we have decided to file a lawsuit against 4CW and Lord Skywolf. Their careless actions – letting my husband compete when he was clearly in no shape to do so – has left damages we will never recover from. Mr Skywolf not only put MONSTAR in the ring: he put him against five other competitors. 

Skywolf shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

MONSTAR's wife: Mr Skywolf should have known better, and should have clearly realized that my husband had a problem with steroid abuse. He turned his head away and ignored the problem.

Skywolf: Ignored it?! I WAS –
Reeves: SHHH!!!

MONSTAR's wife: We appreciate all the support we can get. We have partnered up with a newly created crowd sourcing website to raise money for funeral expenses. Please click on the link below to donate. Thank you.

SeryShopSavesTheWorld.com/JusticeForMonstar

Reeves stops the tape and turns back to Skywolf, with the disapproving board members all around her.

Reeves: So, this company is being sued because of your actions – or lack thereof. What do you have to say for yourself, Mr Skywolf?

Skywolf lifts his arms in the air.

Skywolf: Do you even watch the show, sweet cheeks?
Reeves: *glares* Sweet cheeks?!
Skywolf: That's right: sweet cheeks. Big, juicy fucking sweet cheeks! Guess what? I'm an asshole. I also get shit done. That's why these rich fucks hired me in the first place. I knew straight away MONSTAR was on the juice! I spent the better part of a year trying to expose him. Got him tested every month. He passed every fucking time. I don't know how. Maybe the 4CW-approved drug tests are shit.

A balding man two seats away from Reeves clears his throat and speaks in a nasally voice.

Nasally Twat: Excuse me, but our drug tests and our drug testers are all bought from seryshop.com and hired through seryhires.org – only the best quality!
Reeves: Quite. Now, Seryshop.com – that's a venture that is run with efficiency. You could learn a thing or two from them, Mr Skywolf.

Skywolf roars with incredulous laughter, standing up and slamming his fist on the desk.

Skywolf: What the fuck is this?! You realise it's Seryshop that's suing you idiots, right? And now you're here, plugging their merch to me. Sven Reed was the same, except he couldn't even be bothered to show up today! Instead, I have you: some apparent judge I've never met before, telling me whether I can to do my job –

Skywolf stops dead in his rant. The expression on his face is one of such obvious realisation, you can almost see the lightbulb light up inside his head.

Skywolf: Oh my god.
Reeves: Mr Skywolf, you will not be told again. Calm down and take your seat.
Skywolf: I can't believe I never worked it out earlier! It was staring me right in the face –
Reeves: What ARE you talking about, Mr Skywolf?
Skywolf: You. Him. Everyone! Oh, Mr SVEN REED couldn't be here tonight, but we get Judge SARAH REEVES –  whose face looks like a prosthetic mask!
Reeves: I beg your –
Skywolf: You are Sven Reed! No – NO – you AND Sven Reed are BOTH Sery! SVEN REED – SARAH REEVES –
SEH-REE ... SE-RY! IT EVEN SOUNDS THE SAME! That's you, Sery, isn't it? Isn't it?!

Everyone just stares between Skywolf and Reeves, bewildered. Judge Sarah Reeves looks most bewildered of all.

Reeves: You want me to admit I'm... a male professional wrestler who somehow disguises himself as a judge with over 30 years of court cases under her belt?! And SEH-REE isn't even how you pronounce that name.
Skywolf: Drop the act, Sery, you fuck! I know it's you – here, I'll prove it!

Skywolf reaches over and pulls on Judge Reeves' hair, as if trying to pull off a wig. Judge Reeves screams as she is heaved forward, and all the board members jump to their feet in protest. Skywolf reluctantly backs off, but doesn't completely give up his theory.

Skywolf: You've got that wig on tight, but you don't fool me Sery!

Security personnel burst into the room and grab Skywolf; he doesn't put up much of a fight. He just laughs ironically to himself as he is escorted out. Along the way, he turns his head and shouts out, directing his words behind him.

Skywolf: I KNOW IT'S YOU, SERY!

We're back from commercials and treated to an unusual scene. Around ringside, there are four tables—one for each side of the ring. The table at the bottom of the ramp and the table in front of commentary each bear a large, covered platter of food. The table at hard-cam side and the one at its opposite side each bear a jug of flammable liquid and a BBQ lighter.

Jeffrey: Mmm! Barbecue, wrasslin' and a whole lotta Hazel—my night is made!

Anna Molly is in the ring, bouncing on her heels ahead of officiating this bizarre final round of Soul Survivor. Michael Carson enters with mic in hand and stands at center ring.

Carson: The following contest is a... *sigh*... HOT DATE MATCH; the final round of the 2018 Soul Survivor tournament; and is for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship! The single means to achieving a fall is to put one's opponent through a table. Instances of self-elimination are invalid.

The arena goes dark and the crowd pops as Iron Maiden's "Aces High". Black-and-white scenes of war appear on the 4CWtron, with white lights dancing to the rhythm of the drums.

Jeffrey: I am so pumped for this match!
Roberts: You're pumped for everything to do with Hazel.
Jeffrey: That goes double for your mom.

The guitar lines begin to soar as pyro explodes up from the stage. Tommy Young soars through the fire, hitting a perfect three-point landing on the other side! The young man rises to his feet, with his stance wide and a big grin on his face. Young raises his arms above his head, with forefingers and thumbs outstretched so his thumbs touch and his fingers are pointing above the ring.

Phoenix: Boy, I hope this kid is just as adaptable as he is fearless, 'cause this match promises to be unlike anything he—or any other 4CW superstar—has ever faced!
Roberts: Well, he's held his own thus far in the tournament, even pulling off the preliminary round win. You can never count Tommy Young out!

Tommy holds the pose for a few seconds before dropping his arms and making his way to the ring, slapping outstretched hands on either side of the ramp as he does so. The screen continues to show scenes of jet fighters flying in formation and gun cams showing missiles destroying bunkers, interspersed by stock footage of Tommy performing his dazzling high-flying maneuvers.

Carson: Introducing first, from Barry, South Wales and weighing in at 195lbs... he is ... TOP GUN... TOMMY ... YOUNG!!

Tommy enters the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckles, standing on the second rope and again doing his "fighter jet" hand gesture. Young is full of energy, feeding off the crowd's own. He then jumps down and moves to center ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation as his theme song fades out.

Prior to Hazel's entrance and without any fanfare, Brian White appears on stage to a mixed crowd response. He ignores this, completely focused on Tommy instead. The two make eye contact—Brian's lips curl into a slight smile—and he gives Tommy a simple thumbs-up gesture. Tommy nods, smiling in return, and The Freight Train heads backstage while the crowd buzzes.

Phoenix: Well, how about that? I have to say—love him or hate him, Brian White has grown a lot over the past year or so.
Jeffrey: Sure, no question about it. Now onward, dangit! I want barbecue!
Roberts: What makes you think you're getting anything? Hazel said she'd do it for the match, not you!
Jeffrey: That attitude is exactly why I'm sharing nothing when there's a big, juicy steak sitting in front of me. That, and because SHUT UP, ROBERTS!

The crowd buzzes as Lycia's gothic dirge "Baltica" begins. Bluish-white spotlights dance about the stage. A pair of silvery, cat-like eyes appear on the 4CWTron. Suddenly, it malfunctions, glitching into broken images and then freezing. The lights, tron and music all cut out at once. Dancing, colorful spotlights illuminate the stage as the jumbotron restarts. Brightly-lit carnival rides and colorful game stalls are displayed for a few moments. Suddenly, the imagery switches out to show eerie, abandoned amusement parks under dark, foreboding skies. The imagery fades to black, and those silvery eyes reappear on the screen. Sigh's "Inked in Blood" rattles the speakers! The lights dim and a spotlight illuminates Witch Hazel as she darts out from behind the curtain to a huge pop! Hazel is wearing her personally-designed Custom Cup title belt loosely around her waist, and her head is adorned with her rarely-seen horned crown. Hazel strolls to the top of the ramp, removes her crown and tosses it a fan behind the ramp area barricade. She then takes a quick look around, bends low and windmills her hair around like mad!

Carson: Making her way to the ring, from both everywhere... and nooowheeere... weighing in at 128 pounds... the 4CW Custom Cup Champion... WITCH! HAAAZELLL!

Jeffrey: WOOHOOHOO! Here's Hazel! But where the hell's my steak?
Roberts: Are you serious right now?
Jeffrey: When it comes to barbecue—always! In fact, screw it.
*Ray Jeffrey strides over to the nearby table and lifts the lid of the platter just enough to see under and reach his hand in. He retrieves a napkin from his pocket and uses it to take up an individual serving, redundantly wrapped in tinfoil.*
Jeffrey: Hey Roberts, I need some sorta tray. Set that book down on the desk, right smack-dab in the middle of my stuff.
*Roberts begrudgingly sets a signed copy of "How to Lose a Wife in One Day" in place on the commentary desk.
Roberts: You better not get anything on that. No way I'm buying another copy for my mother!
Jeffrey: Oh, please! Trust me, a stain or two won't bother her any.  😉

Hazel takes a few steps to her right, standing near the edge of the ramp. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the ring. The silver-haired sorceress bolts toward the barricade—leaps—and proceeds to run the length of the barrier all the way down to ringside! At the end of her daring sprint, Hazel jumps down to the floor and slides into the ring. She looks upon the sea of people, then climbs the near turnbuckles and gets to windmilling again. When she backflips off the second rope and hits the mat, a burst of silver pyro shoots up from all four ring posts. Hazel gazes about once more with her intense, lustrous eyes. The arena lights return to normal as her theme song cuts out.

Phoenix: Well, this one promises to be unique, at the bare minimum.
Jeffrey: And I prefer my steak done to the rare minimum, but this well-done is done well! Man! I've got seasoned steak, roasted potatoes, sprigs of parsley, and I'm eating it all off my own book! Life is good!
*Chewing sounds emanate from rough Ray Jeffrey's mic*
Jeffrey: Mmph! Sho good! *ahem* JACK, BRING ME SOME WATER!
*A skinny ring attendant hurriedly brings Ray a bottle of water.
Jeffrey: Perfect! Everything's comin' up Jeffrey!

Hazel removes the title belt from around her waist and hands to referee Anna Molly, who holds it aloft for the 4CW fanatics in attendance to take in. Hazel calls for a mic, and as she does so, she notices Ray Jeffrey noshing on his pirated BBQ potatoes. Receiving a mic from he looks about ready to break into tears.

Hazel: Oh no, Mr. Jeffy! You stole! Hazel made extras for the talky team, and you ruined it!

A sprig of parsley falls from Ray's now-agape mouth.

Hazel: No bee-bee-cue for you, greedy-two-shoes! So says Hazel!

Jack the ring attendant approaches the commentary desk. Ray Jeffrey gets up and attempts to ward him off by throwing diced potatoes at him, but stops when Hazel herself hops down to ringside. She calmly strolls up to Jeffrey and slaps him hard across the face, knocking him back into his chair. The crowd OOHS and chuckles at this, then Hazel returns to the ring and picks up her mic again.

Hazel: James; Mr. Fee-Nix—dinner is served!

Two attendants retrieve plates from the timekeeper's area and head over to the table Ray stole from. Soon, James Roberts and Scott Phoenix have dinner plates in front of them, bearing foil-wrapped servings of Hazel's barbecue. Hazel is delighted, and still beaming when she turns her attention to Tommy Young. She gestures to the table at the bottom of the ramp.

Hazel: Ours is on the other side! Do you want to start or end the date with a meal?

Tommy blushes and nervously rubs the back of his neck. After a long moment, he simply shrugs.

Hazel: Ooh, Tommy wants to play it by ear! That's Hazel's kinda date!

And with that, Hazel tosses her mic away and Anna Molly calls for the bell.

*DING-DING-DING!*

Roberts: And at long last, we're off to the races!
Phoenix: Are you alright, Ray?
*Ray Jeffrey sits back in his chair with a vaguely sad look on his face.*
Jeffrey: She slapped the taste out of my mouth! Come back, steak-taste! Come back!

Hazel and Tommy approach one another and meet at center ring. From a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Tommy Young transitions to a go-behind and takes Hazel down by her legs. Tommy looks to follow up, but Hazel mule kicks him away, connecting with the solar plexus.

Hazel springs back up to her feet and is met with a somewhat more aggressive tie-up. This time, Young transitions into a standing wristlock, twisting under Hazel's arm and wrenching away on it. Hazel performs a front-flip to right her her arm and twists under Tommy's, reversing the hold into one of her own. Maintaining the hold, Hazel delivers a very low shoot kick to the back of Tommy's calf and releases his arm on impact, putting him on his back. Top Gun impressively kips up a second later and turns to face his opponent. The defending champ is ready for him, and drives her guarded shin into the back of Tommy's knee, knocking him momentarily stumbling backward. A hard knife edge chop sends Tommy backing up against the ropes, at which point Hazel dashes forward with her arm extended. Young thinks fast, ducks low and hoists The Hedge Witch over the ropes—but Hazel catches the top rope along the way and stops up on the apron. She's quick to find her feet, and as Tommy turns to face her, she grabs him by the head and bashes her own against it! Both athletes fall to their knees, and reach out to the middle rope for support. Catching hold with each hand a half-second later than Tommy, Witch Hazel's right hand falls upon—and instinctively clasps over—Tommy's left. As the two gather their wits about them, they realize what's happened. Hazel offers a big, tooth grin, and Young momentarily cracks up in response. Some fans in attendance "Aww" at this unusual moment of mid-match flirtation.

Roberts: This is gonna be a weird one, huh?
Phoenix: Ya know, I can't help myself still questioning Hazel's nature, her motives—if indeed she has any. All I know is that if I were a dashing and deceitfully resourceful young woman, I'd be keen to use it to my advantage.
*Ray is clearly not listening.*
Jeffrey: WHAT DOES SHE SEE IN HIM?!
Phoenix: Pertinent, Ray.

Hazel stands back up on the apron, and Tommy takes it upon himself to sit across the middle rope, keeping it low while Hazel re-enters the ring. A few moments later, they're squaring off in the center of the ring again. The crowd is variously quiet and abuzz.

Phoenix: Oh, something's gotta break here. Personal feelings are bound to dissipate when the stakes are this high, and when this cordial behaviour gives way, it's gonna give way to intense competition—mark my words.

The two young athletes lock horns once again. Tommy Young backs Hazel up against the ropes and shoots her off to the other side. Hazel rebounds from across the ring and baseball slides between Young's legs, rising up behind him with catlike speed. She attempts to hook Young's arms into a straight-jacket hold, but he's got it scouted and runs Hazel backwards into the nearest corner, momentarily knocking the air out of her. Top Gun spins on his heels to face his opponent, and hoists Hazel up by the legs, situating her in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Tommy—ever the quick climber—finds himself standing on the top rope just a few seconds later. He steadies himself, leaps and hooks Hazel's neck, coming down on his own as Hazel hangs on tight to the top rope! Impressively, Tommy manages to land on hands and knees, and springs back up the ropes! Balanced on the second rope, Tommy catches Hazel with a hard knife edge chop, bringing Hazel to raise her arms to her chest. Seizing the moment, "Top Gun" Tommy Young hooks Hazel up for the ride and drives her down to the mat with a huge superplex! The crowd pops, and both athletes are down.

Roberts: That might be the breaking point right there!
Phoenix: Had to happen, one way or another.

With no count-outs in this match, Anna Molly isn't left with much to do. That said, she checks on each competitor, starting with Witch Hazel. After a short while, Tommy Young gets back up to his feet. Hazel is still down and barely moving. Young pulls her up to her feet and takes Hazel down with a scoop slam. Foregoing his usual taunt, Young takes off for the ropes, rebounds back and connects with a high double leg drop across Hazel's midriff! The crowd is getting into the action more, and this fact isn't lost on Tommy Young, who begins to feed off the energy.

Roberts: Hazel's having a rough go of things thus far.
Jeffrey: She'll dig deep and find something good. Both these two are adept at that.

Young picks Hazel up and whips her into a far corner. He sprints headlong at his target and drives his shoulder into Hazel's midriff, seemingly making a target of that area. Tommy shows no signs of letting up, firing the Custom Cup champion off into the opposite corner. Tommy follows in, steps off the middle rope and brings his leg up for an enzuigiri—but Hazel dives out of the corner just as Tommy steps off, sending Tommy careening awkwardly down to the canvas just a couple feet behind her! An OOH rings out through the arena.

Roberts: Now that's an opening if I've ever seen one!
Phoenix: Boy, that landing wasn't pretty.

Hazel shakes the cobwebs out and spots Young stumbling to his feet, facing away from her. Hazel steps forward, hooks Tommy round the neck and falls forward, planting him with the Headliner to a big pop! Foregoing her usual follow-up, Hazel rolls to the outside of the ring on the commentary side and retrieves the silver platter, lid and all.

Jeffrey: WOO, time to get hardcore! Violence served up on a silver platter, ahaha!
Phoenix: That's another of this match's guarantees. How much so will depend how much these two are willing to do; to risk; to sacrifice.

The Silver-Haired Sorceress re-enters the ring with her new toys in tow. She props the lid up on the nearest turnbuckle and holds the platter in both hands. As Tommy makes it up onto his hands and knees, Hazel raises her arms and drives the platter into Tommy Young's back! The Atlanta crowd oohs. He tries again to get up, and is met with another shot—this time, Hazel falls her knees along the way, driving the platter down with extra force. The crowd again oohs and groans a little. This time, Tommy stays down—but Hazel isn't finished! She sets the platter across Tommy's back, takes a step and flips forward with a somersault leg drop onto the platter! She feels it, but Young feels it more as he yells out and reels away, rolling out to the ringside floor!

Roberts: Wise move by Tommy Young to create some distance between himself and Hazel. The outside the ring may not provide much reprieve in this environment, however.
Phoenix: And in fact, it's the most dangerous place to be while in a state of recovery: you run the risk of setting yourself up to be put through a table.

Hazel presently tosses the platter away and grabs the lid instead, then slides out of the ring beside Tommy Young, who's leaning heavily against the ring apron on the hard-cam side. Hazel places the lid over Tommy's head so casually, you'd swear it's a bizarre pre-dinner custom. Hazel holds the top of the lid and the back of Tommy's neck, rears back and drives the man's head forward and Tommy prevents impact, pushing back with hands pressed against the apron, and arms stiff and straight! Tommy blindly elbows Hazel in the ribs, gaining a chance to remove the platter lid from his head. Upon doing so, he swings round and smacks Hazel in the abdomen with the lid, sending Hazel careening away, resting against the near table.

Jeffrey: Oh no! That's not the place you wanna be!

Top Gun follows up on Hazel with a simple kick to the gut, then hoists her onto the table lengthwise. The Georgia Dome crowd is atwitter, and when Tommy Young slides back into the ring, many are on their feet.

Phoenix: Oh, no, kid! Don't do what I think you're gonna do!
Jeffrey: He'll kill her! Someone stop that idiot! He's gonna break her in half, bah gawd!

Tommy Young lines himself up with the middle of the table and dashes off to the far ropes. He rebounds back full-tilt—Hazel drops to the floor—and Tommy Young makes a last-second adjustment as he leaves his feet, catching the top and middle rope with his hands and swinging round, tiger feint style, back into the safety of the ring! A loud and long OOOOH sounds out through the crowd, and applause is soon to follow.

Roberts: Talk about avoiding disaster at the last possible moment!
Phoenix: Ya wanna talk about reflexes, agility, thinking on the fly... boy, that save had all of that, rolled up into a neat little package.

Top Gun rolls out of the ring, and steps back about eight feet from Hazel. The moment Hazel finds her feet, Young takes off, leaps and loosely hooks her neck. He swings round for the Sling Blade, but Hazel grips onto the ring curtain so tightly, Tommy is the only one to hit the floor—another awkward landing, and the challenger is favoring his left shoulder!

Jeffrey: Never count my girl out! Woo!
Roberts: "Deceptively resourceful", I think is how you put it, Scott?
Phoenix: That's the one.

Collecting her wits, balance and breath, Witch Hazel sets herself to task, folding the legs of the table on the left, then the right. She then carefully props it up against the nearby steel steps and, partially, the ring post for support.

Roberts: Oh, here we go! This is where The Hedge Witch drops all pretense and gets truly sadistic!
Phoenix: I'm not sure there is any real pretense with Hazel; I think she knows exactly who she is and what she's capable of.

Hazel scoops Tommy Young up off the floor and pulls him toward the table, walking backward a few steps and lining herself up with it. To the surprise of many in attendance, Hazel hooks on a facelock and drapes Tommy's left arm over her neck. With knees bent, Hazel attempts to pop her hips for a snap suplex, but Young has a block on it, crossing his right leg around her left and mirroring the grip she has on his tights. Tommy throws a few shots to the ribs, enough to keep Hazel's lifting efforts at bay for a moment, and uncrosses his blocking leg. In his momentary opening, Tommy reverses the hold into that of his own and lifts Hazel high overhead. She manages to shift her weight in mid-air and overbalance the hold, ultimately turning on the way down and landing on her feet behind Young. Both lash out with strikes all at once—Hazel goes high, but Tommy goes low, and wins out by catching her in the abdomen with a hard spinning back kick! The champion reels away and falls to one knee, but Tommy Young is hot on her heels.

Roberts: The challenger has had a focused game plan all night, consistently working the midsection.

Young wastes no time pulling Hazel up to her feet, grabs her in an irish whip and sends her running full-tilt into the table, which Hazel baseball slides into at the last possible moment, causing the table to topple over and partially land on top of her—saving the match for herself in doing so! The Hotlanta crowd is impressed.

Phoenix: And now both Hazel and Tommy are one-to-one on absolutely crucial saves in this match! We've got two astonishing talents with astonishing instincts hard at work here tonight!
Jeffrey: It ain't over 'til it's over, baby! WOO!

Tommy Young's face briefly bears a look of frustration, but it quickly dissipates, giving way to his usual determined visage. Throwing caution to the wind, Young takes off like a shot, leaps, and drives himself feet-first through the table and into the steel steps as Hazel dodges right! Tommy Young crumples, laid out in a daze on the splintered wood that surely would have spelled the beginning of the end for the defending champion! The steps are now a foot away from their starting point, and a "HOLY SHIT!" chant is rising up from the raucous Georgia Dome crowd.

Roberts: Unreal!
Phoenix: Hazel has had an answer for just about everything Tommy Young has thrown at her thus far.
Jeffrey: This match, I mean... on paper, it's just silly. And here we sit, watching two great athletes risk life and limb. Wow.
Phoenix: Well said, Ray.
Jeffrey: I have my moments, Scotty-boy!
Phoenix: Don't call me that; also, I'm very much your senior.

Hazel stumbles away from the wreckage and rounds ringside, eventually reaching the side opposite Tommy. She stands in front of this side's table, reaches out and grabs the bottle of flammable liquid. She sets it onto the apron, along with the barbecue lighter. She pours some of the liquid along the middle of the table and sets the bottle aside. Next, Hazel kicks the legs out from beneath one end of the table. Grabbing it from the raised end, she positions the table vertically against the barricade, "hooking" it on by way of the legs on the top half. The end result is a vertically positioned table that stands against the barricade at roughly a 45-degree angle. Hazel then completes her task, using the barbecue lighter to catch the table aflame. Security wisely moves the  nearest front-row attendees safely away, and the table burns merrily away. The audience is abuzz, "oohing" and "aahing".

Roberts: I guess there's still some more hell to be raised in this match. Man, this is scary stuff.
Jeffrey: Is now a good time for the "Don't try this at home" spiel?
Phoenix: I would hope it's well-known enough, and in this case more than most, I'd say it's implicit.

On the other side of the ring, Tommy Young is fighting his way back to his feet with the help of the ring apron. Hazel spots this movement and begins to head back around ringside, but Young pulls himself up to the apron and in under the rope, back in the ring for the first time in what feels like ages. Hazel follows in and lands a few simple stomps, keeping Tommy down. She then grabs him by the legs and begins dragging him, with difficulty, to the opposite side of the ring. Halfway way there, Tommy attempts to turn onto his side, making things difficult for his opponent. Hazel is forced to cease her efforts, and releases Tommy's legs. The second she does, however, Tommy raises his legs high and locks them around Hazel's neck. From here, he pushes himself up off the mat, rotates forward and spikes Hazel with a desperation hurricanrana driver! Hazel is down, and Tommy Young has created room to recover! The crowd is red-hot!

Phoenix: There's no quit in either of these competitors, none whatsoever!
Roberts: We've got two worn-out athletes and a flaming table; this thing can't keep up much longer.

Tommy and Hazel make it to hands and knees after a little while, then rise up to just their knees and start throwing chops at one another. This continues as they make it up to one knee, and soon, the two are standing yet again. Tommy switches up tactics, driving his shin into Hazel's midriff. She looks about to crumple, but instead digs as deep as possible, stands up straight and vocalizes her pain, shouting out. She returns the favor to Tommy, but instead targets the back of the knee. He goes off balance for a moment, then digs deep and does as Hazel did. A striking exchange quickly breaks down as Hazel loses her cool and rushes Tommy with a boot to the gut, putting Tommy down to one knee. Hazel grabs Tommy in a front facelock, pulling him up to his feet by way of the hold. With the drape of an arm and a pop of the hips, The Hedge Witch manages to take the challenger up and over with an impressive snap suplex!

Jeffrey: WOO!
Phoenix: Well, how about that? I'll wager that's Hazel first suplex here in 4CW, on a man who has sixty pounds on her!
Roberts: Pulling out all the stops tonight!

In a highly unexpected moment, both athletes kip up at the same time! They each spin on their heels with right arm extended, cancelling each other out. Hazel aggressively closes the gap with a knee lift to the ribs, then sends Tommy into the ropes. Before she can follow up, Tommy sails through the air and catches her with a crossbody, riding a little high on the shoulders. Hazel slips out from under him on the mat and springs back up, but is met with a side kick to the solar plexus that puts her on her hands and knees! Tommy goes behind Hazel, eagerly waiting for her to stand. When she does, he puts her in a waistlock and lifts, taking her down with a release German suplex. The champion rolls through the impact as best she can and returns shakily to her feet. Tommy Young is ready for her, however, and already running the ropes. He rebounds back and takes the recovering Hazel out with the Sling Blade! The crowd goes nuts!

Phoenix: Sling Blade! Young is back in it! This is your opening, kid, don't miss it!

The energy circulating through the arena is electric, and Tommy Young can feel every volt. On ginger limbs, he drags Hazel toward the nearest corner and heads out to the apron, making his way to up the turnbuckles as quickly as he can manage. With a deep breath and a moment of measuring, Top Gun takes flight, rotating high above the ring and landing on his feet in a quick mid-air adjustment, as Hazel rolls out of the way. She keeps on rolling, right out to the apron, still dazed. Young makes a quick decision in his mind and runs for the far ropes. Tommy Young comes sprinting back, swings round between the ropes and catches Hazel in the small of the back with a tiger feint kick! Hazel tumbles down to the floor in a heap, ending up just a foot away from the still-flaming table!

Roberts: Scary situation right here!
Phoenix: Boy, is it ever, and Hazel is not moving!

Anna Molly is right there to check on Hazel's condition. She gets little to no movement in reply, but backs off and returns to the ring regardless. Peering down at Hazel, Young takes a deep breath and releases it as a heavy sigh. He then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Tommy struggles to pull Hazel up to her feet, as her unconscious form results in uncooperative dead weight.  A few feet away, the flames ripple away on the angled table's coated surface. This seems to bring a great degree of tension and hesitance to Tommy Young, apparent most of all from his facial expression. Nonetheless, the young man takes action without delay, knowing he cannot lose this opportunity. Pushing down any personal feelings, Tommy sets Hazel up for a scoop slam, directed straight at the table. Despite the dead weight factor, Tommy manages to hoist her up—at which point Hazel comes to life, squirming like mad over Tommy's shoulder!

Roberts: Hazel faked Tommy out!

She winds up escaping the scoop lift, landing gingerly on her feet right behind Tommy Young. Tommy turns on his heel with his arm extended, but Hazel's instincts are on overdrive, and she narrowly ducks the strike! As she swiftly rises back up, Hazel blasts Tommy Young with the Brain Fog, blinding the challenger in a last-ditch effort!

Jeffrey: Oh, man! Difference maker right there!
Phoenix: She's gotta be careful here, that Brain Fog will set Tommy off any second!

Hazel desperately grabs Young by his head and hair, and lays into him with repeated short-range headbutts, but the Fog quickly sets in on Tommy Young: he grabs Hazel roughly by the waist, charges forward and runs her into the middle of the apron, spine-first! Hazel screams out in agony, but Tommy isn't done! Blindly gauging his position by feel, Tommy climbs up onto the apron behind Hazel and finds her hair with his hands. Pulling desperately upward, he forces Hazel to climb up onto the apron with him. The Georgia Dome audience is going nuts.

Phoenix: Oh, this is just no man's land! I don't know what the hell this kid's bamboozled brain is thinking of; I don't know exactly what that silver mist did to him; but Tommy Young has snapped, and this is precarious as hell!

Top Gun stands to his full height on the apron, taking Hazel along with him. He rubs his eyes with the back of one hand, trying to gain some small hint of his vision back. Through a few brief, painful squints, Tommy's burning eyes pick up the light of the flame, directly to his left as he stands sidelong, facing Hazel. Tommy then sets Hazel up in a facelock, drapes her arm over his neck and lifts her high into the air!

Jeffrey: NONONO!
Phoenix: Good lord, don't do it, kid!

Inch by inch, Tommy Young turns himself to face outward on the apron; turned toward the still-burning table! Hazel throws some weak clubbing blows to Young's back, doing little to no damage—but it is just enough to throw the balance of the suplex off! Hazel tumbles into the ring, and Tommy's back bounces off the apron. Facing outward, Tommy is hotshotted outward—but he reaches overhead and catches the middle rope with one hand, just in the nick of time! He pulls himself up enough to grab hold of the rope with his other hand as well. Young performs a skin-the-cat to recover, but Hazel takes off like a shot, and flies through the air with a shotgun dropkick that sends Tommy crashing upside-down through the flaming table! Young crumbles to the floor in a heap as the flames burn out, and Hazel lies on the mat in a groggy state as the bell rings!

DING-DING-DING!

Carson: Here is your winner of the 2018 Soul Survivor tournament and still 4CW Custom Cup Champion... Witch Hazel!

The fans are on their feet and making all manner of noise, including a "HOLY SHIT!" chant. The referee is checking on Tommy.

Roberts: Total carnage!
Phoenix: I have no words for what we've just witnessed.
Roberts: For those watching at home, just take a breath and enjoy the replay feature for a minute!

Some match highlights play back and then the feed cuts back to the ring, at which time Hazel makes it up onto her knees and has her belt handed to her and her hand briefly raised by referee Anna Molly. Anna then returns to Young's side, and Hazel begins to look upset as she gazes down at Tommy, Anna and the wreckage around them. Hazel calls for a mic, and an attendant brings one in to her.

Hazel: Sooo.... no dinner now, huh? That's okay. Hazel was afraid this might happen, and that's why she isn't sad. She knows Tommy wanted to show Hazel a wonderful time—and he did! Tommy showed Hazel such a fun time, that she has decided barbecue isn't good enough to finish the date on! Nope, nope, nope! Next month, Hazel and Tommy will have a big, expensive dinner date in a fancy-pantsy restaurant! SO. SAYS. HAZEL!

Jeffrey: WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Phoenix: Sorry to dash your dreams, Ray, but you heard right—Tommy and Hazel are going on a real date next month!
Jeffrey: JACK, BRING ME A PAINKILLER AND A SHOT! *sigh* This night just went to hell.
*Jack the ring attendant appears with a bottle of Tylenol, a bottle of bourbon, and a shot glass.*
Phoenix: No shot, Jack.
*Jack takes off with the booze.*
Jeffrey: NOOOOOO!!!

We cut to another video package. Judge Sarah Reeves – now recovered since Skywolf's earlier assault – is sitting in the office and looking at a camera, ready to address the 4CW audience.

Reeves: My name is Judge Sarah Reeves and I speak now on behalf of The Consortium – the collective owners of 4CW. Due to the circumstances surrounding Lord Skywolf's behavior today, as well as the previous discrepancies with MONSTAR, we have decided that while he was NOT directly responsible for the death of 4CW star MONSTAR. That said, he certainly failed not only in his care of MONSTAR, but also Witch Hazel, who should have –
but still hasn't – undergone an updated mental evaluation after having been medicated without her knowledge or consent.

Therefore, we have decided Lord Skywolf is unfit to be the General Manager of 4CW, and so has been relieved of his duties, effective immediately. Lord Skywolf's replacement will be announced in August, as they will OPEN the next Storm Front. Thank you for your time, and we hope that the next General Manager of 4CW brings this promotion to its greatest heights yet.

"Ding Dong Song" by Gunther hits the PA system. Out comes Janitur, a little flustered from his disagreement with Reamer earlier in the night but ready for his match. He comes out with a sweeping brush, assuming because he just finished cleaning somewhere, and his grubby 4CW contract.

Carson: The following contest is an open challenge match for Drunkin Janitur's 4CW contract! The contract can only change hands via pinfall and submission! Introducing first, from Sicily, Italy, weighing in at 240lbs, JANITUR!!

Phoenix: Well, we know that Janitur has been trying to get an open challenge going for his contract, for some reason, for a couple of months now. Tonight, he finally gets his chance.
Jeffrey: My question is: who would even want Janitur's contract?
Roberts: It's a match on Storm Front! Contract or not, SOMEONE will surely take up the opportunity to face Janitur!

Janitur arrives at ringside and places his broom and contract by the timekeeper's table, before rolling into the ring and awaiting his opponent. The music dies out and the crowd buzz in anticipation, waiting for Janitur's challenger...

"The Man" by The Killers hits the PA system. There's a long, rising build up until the beat drops and out comes a familiar face from 4CW's past, walking on to the stage like he's god's gift to wrestling, and the crowd boo his arrival. Long dark hair, and donning a red sleeveless jacket and trunks, he grins as he looks around the arena.

Carson: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 235lbs, "THE ICON" ... MAAAARK ... REDMAN!!

I got gas in the tank,
I got money in the bank,
I got news for you baby,
you're looking at the man.

Mark Redman struts down the ramp with an extremely smug look on his face. He has his arms outstretched, walking down the ramp like he is the chosen one.

Phoenix: Well, we haven't seen The Icon in a while! This man is a former 4CW Universal Champion, but honestly, he seems to be a lot of hot air in my opinion.
Jeffrey: Are you kidding? They don't call this man The Icon for nothing!
Phoenix: Eh... they do, though.
Jeffrey: Ah, lighten up, sour puss! Mark Redman is back in 4CW!

I got skin in the game,
I got a household name,
I got news for you baby,
you're looking at the man.

He gets to the bottom of the ramp, points at Janitur and laughs, then slides into the ring to meet his opponent. The music cuts out. Redman removes his jacket. The referee is satisfied both men are ready and rings the bell! Redman and Janitur lock up in the middle of the ring. Janitur quickly switches into a headlock. Redman escapes out of it after a few seconds, looking frustrated that he got caught. Redman regains his composure and the two lock up again, and this time, Redman gets the headlock in. Janitur turns and flips over Redman, covering him quickly. 1... no! Kickout.

Redman jumps back up to his feet and circles Janitur one more time. There seems to be another grapple in the works when Redman suddenly just kicks Janitur in the gut. Redman grabs Janitur and lifts him up, hitting a succinct suplex. Redman hooks the leg. 1... no! Janitur kicks out! Redman doesn't give Janitur a chance to recover, grabbing him by the mask and pulling him up to his feet. Redman whips Janitur to the ropes and takes him out with a clothesline on his return. Janitur staggers back up to his feet and falls victim to a second clothesline from Redman!

Phoenix: I gotta be honest, it's not looking good for Janitur at this point.

Janitur once again stumbles to his feet, and this time Redman approaches him, hooks up Janitur and hits a belly-to-belly suplex! Redman rolls over and hooks the leg! 1... 2... no! Janitur kicks out!

Jeffrey: This may be the biggest fight we've seen from Janitur since... well, ever!

Redman smirks to himself, and shakes his head, before getting back up to his feet. He screams at Janitur "You're a joke! I'm the man! I'm taking that contract!". Then as Janitur gets up to his knees, Redman runs forward and hits a Big Boot to Janitur's face! Redman screams again "Who's the man?!" both to Janitur and the crowd, much to the disapproval of the 4CW faithful.

Phoenix: Redman calls that "Who's the man?" and what a brutal boot!
Roberts: Janitur needs to find something from somewhere here!

Janitur grimaces on the mat in pain as Redman makes his way to the top rope! He gets to the top, screams "I'm the man!" and then jumps off the top rope for a Frog Splash!! But Janitur rolls out of the way! Redman eats mat!

Phoenix: What a sickening thud for Redman there! Janitur moved and the landing was none too nice for The Icon!

Janitur uses the ropes to leverage himself back up to his feet. Redman clutches his gut and uses the other side of the ring's ropes to do the same. Redman gets up a little bit quicker and launches at Janitur with rage in his eyes. At the last moment, Janitur ducks, and pulls down the top rope, sending Redman flying over and crashing to the mat below!

Phoenix: And another advantage for Janitur! I can't believe I'm saying this but maybe Janitur might be able to do something here!

Janitur rolls out of the ring and picks up Redman, but The Icon pushes away Janitur and then hits a clothesline, knocking Janitur down to the floor. Redman now looks incensed and flips up the apron!

Jeffrey: I'd say Redman doesn't care about that contract anymore.

While Redman is rummaging under the ring, Janitur slowly gets to his feet. He sees Redman rummaging, and realises Redman is unaware of him being on his feet. Janitur seems to be about to attack Redman while he has the chance, when out of the corner of his eye, he sees some kid spill popcorn over the barrier and to the ringside area. Janitur looks between both his opponent and the mess, seemingly torn, before going to get his broom!

Roberts: What are you doing, Janitur? You have a match right now!
Phoenix: It seems he cannot leave a mess alone!

Janitur grabs the broom and brings it over to the mess and starts to sweep. Redman emerges out from under the ring with a steel chair. He is first of all shocked when Janitur isn't on the ground and looks around frantically. Then he spots Janitur sweeping on the adjacent ringside area. Redman approaches fast, the chair held high in the air. The popcorn-spilling kid drops his drink in shock of the man approaching. Janitur swoops down and grabs it. Redman swings the chair and it hits the barricade, bouncing back and hitting Redman in the face!

Roberts: He hit himself with the chair! What a dope!

Janitur finally realises his opponent is attacking and swiftly moves out of the way as Redman drops the chair and clutches his own face. Janitur rolls him back into the ring. Janitur then climbs the turnbuckle! The crowd roar in approval! Janitur jumps off and hits the Diving Headbutt!

Phoenix: The Plunge! Janitur hits The Plunge!

Janitur hooks Redman's leg. The referee counts! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!

Carson: Here is your winner ... DRUNKIN ... JANITUR!!

"Ding Dong Song" by Gunther plays around the arena as Janitur rolls out of the ring. He grabs his broom and his contract and raises them in the air in celebration, elated with his win.

Phoenix: Well anything can happen in 4CW! Janitur wins a match!
Jeffrey: And he keeps the contract! Now, I wonder if he'll stop this madness and get back to what he's good at: cleaning!

Janitur walks up the ramp, slapping the hands of some fans on his way, as we cut to a break.

When we return, we see Glock Nine and Victor Venom heading to the parking lot. Glock has the Hardcore title over his shoulder. Unlike McGroin from earlier, Glock is the complete opposite: calm and collected.

Glock: Not a bad night, eh, Victor? You'll have to drive though, I'm probably concussed cos of that little shit McGroin.
Victor: You rest up, champ. I'll take care of the driving.

As they approach Glock's car, they suddenly stop. The camera turns to see Camera Man of all people, trying to break into the car!

Glock: Hey! Shithead!

Camera Man jumps around, clearly terrified.

Glock: Stay away from my car! And I still have a bone to pick with you!
Camera Man: T-Try it, c-cuntflaps!

Glock raises a brow and looks at Victor, then bursts out laughing. He hands Victor the belt.

Glock: Hold this. I got some trash to take out.

As soon as Glock approaches Camera Man, he bolts. Glock shakes his head in disappointment - but McGroin is suddenly running up to him and smashes Glock across the back with a steel chair! McGroin grabs the staggered Glock and rams his head into the car window, shattering it! Glock falls back on to the floor. McGroin covers him.

McGroin: Ref! Come on!

The referee Jason Trent, seemingly fed up of having run around all show for these people, slides in to count. ONE ... TWO ... THREE!

Phoenix: McGroin got one up on Glock again! He's taken the belt back!
Jeffrey: Only a man as great as McGroin can become a 2-time Hardcore Champion within an hour of its inception! Phil, you fantastic son of a bitch!

McGroin jumps back up to his feet.

McGroin: Yesss! CAMERA MAN! GET THE CAR READY!!

McGroin turns and stares down Victor Venom, who suddenly looks like he just dropped a deuce in his pants. Victor Venom tries to run away with the Hardcore Title in his hands, but McGroin is quicker, and clotheslines him in the back of the head! Victor crumples and McGroin takes the belt. McGroin holds it up and grins, then runs down to where his car is. Moments later, Camera Man pulls the car out and drives up to McGroin meeting him halfway. McGroin jumps in the car.

McGroin: Go, go!!

Camera Man slams down on the gas and the tears squeal as they tear out of the parking lot and the arena!

Roberts: And there they go! McGroin and Camera Man are out of here! And McGroin is the new Hardcore Champion - again!
Phoenix: All I know is, I wouldn't want to be McGroin the next time Glock is in close proximity!

We cut back to the arena. “His World” by Crush 40 strikes up in the arena and the crowd explodes into cheers as blue lights focus on the stage. Jacob Scharff steps out soaking in the adulation of his hometown as they cheer loudly for their hero. He chops out a lightning bolt and it’s punctuated by pyro before he starts heading down the ramp.

Phoenix: This is it. It’s been just over a year since Jacob Scharff had his first match back here at 4CW. Now, in front of his friends, family, and town he has one more shot at Eddie Wolfbaine, the new longest-reigning 4CW World Champion, and the 4CW World title.
Jeffrey: He’s 0-5 against Eddie. I don’t know what else he can possibly do and I guarantee you he doesn’t either. Eddie is still walking out champ tonight.
Roberts: Jacob hasn’t stopped fighting. In the back of his head he knows he shouldn’t even have this shot, but I think he’s not gonna stop tonight until he comes out victorious.

Jacob goes around ringside and four individuals at ringside stand up. They are his wife Skylar, his father Abraham, Chaos Raines, and Xavier Avana. He hugs the three humans and shakes Chaos’s hand. Then he hops up on the apron, the fire evident in his eyes.

“Ten Thousand Against One” by Unleash the Archers plays through the arena now and Eddie makes his way out and while the crowd is still positive, the roar is a fair bit duller than it was for Jacob Scharff.

Phoenix: Eddie walking out into a…well it’s not exactly a hostile crowd, but you can still tell who they favor here tonight.
Jeffrey: Home-town advantage is just a myth. Eddie won’t let these people rattle him.
Roberts: He can’t afford to. If he gives any less than he did at Revival he’s in for a long night.

Eddie gets in the ring and hands his title to the referee as Carson places himself in the center of the ring.

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is for the 4CW World Championship! Standing in the corner to my right, he is the #1 contender to the 4CW World Championship, standing tonight at 6’1 and weighing in at 260 lbs., from ATLANTA, GEORGIA ... JACOB ... THE THUNDERBOOOOLT ... SCHARFF!!

The crowd pops loudly yet again as Jacob lets out a yell and then they follow suit as he chops out another lightning bolt.

Carson: His opponent, standing in the corner to my left, standing tonight at 6’3 and 230 lbs., from Detroit, Michigan, he is the 4CW World Champion, EDDIE ... WOOOOOOLFBAINE!!

The crowd pops for Eddie too as he throws his hands into the air. Carson leaves the ring as the ref pats down both men.

Phoenix: This is the sixth encounter these two have had. Eddie has come out on top every other time. Jacob needs something to change tonight.

*The bell rings. Eddie and Jacob head to the center of the ring and smile at each other. Knowing smiles, smiles that this is gonna be a fight. Suddenly Jacob goes low and grabs Eddie and rolls him to his back! Schoolboy!

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Eddie kicks out and looks horrified for a moment before the ref assures him it was only a two count. Jacob makes a gesture to show Eddie how close he came to winning the title right then and there. Eddie stands up rapidly and yells at Scharff if he thinks he’s funny. Scharff shrugs his shoulders.*

Phoenix: Eddie nearly got caught out of the gate there and looks a little shaken up.
Jeffrey: That was a cheap trick by Scharff…I’m impressed.
Roberts: We said he’d have to bring something different tonight.

*Eddie moves towards the center of the ring, wary of anymore tricks from Scharff. Scharff moves forward and presents Eddie with a Test of Strength. Eddie obliges him.*

Phoenix: Interesting choice by Wolfbaine here. He knows Scharff outweighs him.

*Scharff indeed does to start to gain the advantage on Eddie, forcing him to a knee. Eddie however decides to use all the momentum and rolls backwards, launching Jacob up and over! Eddie gets up and watches as Jacob starts to pull himself up in the corner. Eddie goes over and props him up before nailing him with a forearm shot to the face. He then chops him across the chest and starts alternating between forearm shots and chops, hoping to wear down the challenger. Eddie eventually backs off as Jacob is starting to definitely look worse for wear. He charges in but Scharff catches him with a surprise boot to the face. Eddie stumbles back and Jacob follows up with a short range Big Boot! Cover!

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Eddie kicks out!*

Phoenix: No run up behind that big boot means it didn’t hit as hard as I think Scharff wanted.
Jeffrey: These two are hitting some nasty blows tonight.
Roberts: It’s the fight they bring out in each other.

*Jacob drags Eddie up and whips him towards the ropes, but Eddie grabs them and hangs on. Jacob decides to charge in with a clothesline and Eddie pulls down the top rope and sends him tumbling to the floor! Wolfbaine looks at his fallen foe and the ref backs him up before beginning a count.*

Phoenix: Champion’s advantage. Wolfbaine can retain the title even on a countout. Scharff has to get back in and pin him or make him submit.
Jeffrey: Scharff fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book there. That’s why he won’t beat Eddie.
Roberts: He’s trying to press the attack. I wonder if that’s gonna cost him.

*Eddie quickly decides he’s done waiting though and runs to the opposite side of the ring and then dives through the ropes at Scharff!*

Phoenix: MAMA MIA! TOPE SUICIDA!!

*Roberts and Jeffrey just look at him.*

Jeffrey: What the hell was that?
Phoenix: I’m not sure.

*Outside Eddie has gotten back to his feet and is trying to get Scharff to his. He finally gets him up and goes to whip him towards the stairs but Scharff reverses it! Eddie slams into the steel steps! Scharff rolls back into the ring to break the count and rolls right back out. He grabs Eddie and drives him kidney-first into the barricade! He peels him off of the barricade and sets him up for a Fallaway Slam! It connects! Jacob follows up by rolling Eddie into the ring! He follows him and makes a cover!

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Eddie kicks out!*

Phoenix: Vintage Scharff there!
Roberts: Are you feeling alright?
Phoenix: At the moment? Not at all.

*Jacob grabs Eddie and hooks him up for a suplex. He lifts him into the air but Eddie connects with a knee to Jacob’s skull. A second knee causes The Thunderbolt to put down Eddie and Eddie looks to follow up with a kick to the gut but Jacob catches it but Eddie’s ready and drills him with an enzuigiri! Jacob is dazed and inadvertently turns his back to Eddie which allows Wolfbaine to hook his arms and deliver a Tiger Suplex! He holds it for a pin attempt!

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Scharff kicks out!*

Phoenix: A great combination of moves there from Eddie to Scharff but Scharff still kicks out before 2.
Jeffrey: Eddie’s not gonna let that faze him.
Roberts: It’s gotta be the hometown energy propelling Jacob here tonight.

*Eddie rolls Scharff over to the ropes near the announce tables and stops him on the edge of the apron. He runs the far ropes and goes for a baseball slide but Jacob moves at the last moment and grabs Eddie’s legs! He drags him out and then sits him up on his shoulders! Powerbomb on the floor! Eddie’s back arcs as shockwaves of pain ripple through it.*

Phoenix: Bah gawd he nearly broke him in half!
Jeffrey: We’re just gonna ignore you now.
Phoenix: That might be for the best.

*The ref is counting both men as Jacob grabs a mic.*

Jacob: Ref, you know a countout isn’t gonna stop this. What say you stop that nonsense and just let us have our fun for these fans?!

*The ref looks a little perplexed but basically says the hell with it and stops counting!*

Phoenix: Unorthodox situation here but it appears this match can no longer be won by countout.
Jeffrey: Scharff can’t do that can he?
Roberts: Doesn’t look like anyone’s stopping him.

*Jacob heads back to Eddie but his request gave the man known as “The Big Bad Wolf” time to recover and he clocks Scharff with a right hand! He fights back to his feet as he continually peppers Scharff with right hands.  He then grabs him and sends him back first into the nearby barricade, in front of his family and friends. He grabs his legs and just stares down Jacob’s wife, father, adopted son, and best friend before setting up and sinking in Marie Laveau’s Embrace!*

Phoenix: Oh my god! That’s Eddie’s infamous submission! And he’s got it slapped on in front of Scharff’s loved ones! This has gotta be physical torture for Scharff and mental torture for them!

*Eddie keeps the hold applied for a while, stretching Jacob’s various limbs in bad ways. Finally he breaks the hold and we see Skylar having to be held back by Chaos and Abraham.*

Jeffrey: Yeah okay Skylar, jump the barricade at Eddie and see what happens.
Roberts: Skylar’s a proficient wrestler in her own right. She could mess Eddie up if he underestimated her.

*Eddie heads over to the announce table and the crowd pops loudly as he starts to dismantle it. We see the announcers scramble to move out of the way as he pulls monitors from the table. When he’s done he goes back to Scharff and drags him over towards to the table. He places him atop it and clubs his chest a couple of times. Eddie then rolls into the ring and heads up to the top rope! Jacob rolls himself off the table as Eddie gets situated and we see Wolfbaine curse audibly as he now can’t do whatever he was intending. He still measures Jacob though and comes flying off with a missile dropkick! It connects right to the heart of the challenger! Eddie rolls Scharff into the ring! Cover!*

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Scharff kicks out!*

Phoenix: Puppies!
Jeffrey: …Wolfbaine was extremely accurate there and didn’t let Scharff moving throw off his game. That’s why he’s our longest reigning champion ever.
Roberts: Scharff still showing great tenacity though, not allowing that massive missile dropkick to put him away.
Phoenix: Someone help me.

*Eddie moves away from Scharff and measures him for a Superkick! Scharff gets to his feet and Eddie throws out the kick, but Scharff sidesteps it at the last second! Eddie turns into a kick to his gut. Scharff picks Eddie up on his shoulders and falls back with a big Samoan Drop! Scharff proceeds to roll to the outside and then grab Eddie and set him up so only his feet are on the apron as places a front facelock on him! Scharff DDTs Eddie from the apron to the floor! Scharff writhes in pain for a few moments before returning to his feet and assessing the situation. He then grabs Eddie again and starts to haul his limp carcass towards the announce table!*

Phoenix: Looks like Scharff is gonna attempt to do what Eddie failed to do earlier.
Jeffrey: Eddie can’t let this happen
Roberts: Scharff has all the momentum right now. I wanna see what he does with it.

*Scharff slowly manages to get Eddie’s 230 lbs up onto the table. He clambers up there with him. He chops out a lightning bolt in the air and then pulls Eddie up and sets his head between his legs. Eddie with a back body drop to escape! Jacob slams into the table spine first! The table stays up though and Eddie measures his opponent. Eddie picks him up looking for his cross-legged Air Raid Crash, Glorious Burden! Jacob slips free and tries to flip Eddie over but Eddie resists and goes for a big knee drop and Jacob just gets out of the way by going to the floor. He grabs Eddie as soon as he can and places him on his shoulders. Widowmaker! Through the table!! The crowd explodes like the table.*

Phoenix: Bah gawd he killed him with that vintage maneuver! Mama mia puppies!
Jeffrey: I think you’re working too much Phoenix
Roberts: You don’t work enough, Jeffrey.
Jeffrey: Shut up Roberts!

*Jacob is down on one knee, clearly exhausted from the effort he’s had to exert thus far. Eddie is barely moving amidst the rubble of the table. Jacob pulls himself up and drags Eddie back towards the ring. It takes several seconds but he manages to deposit him back inside the ring. He makes a cover!

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Eddie gets his foot on the bottom rope! Scharff can’t believe it! He looks at the ref in disbelief. He goes to the corner, clearly frustrated that the champion won’t stay down. A small chant starts in the crowd. “Don’t give up!” they chant. The chant builds and builds to a massive crescendo of thousands of people cheering for their hometown hero. Jacob seems to hear them loud and clear as he smiles to himself and shakes his head. He targets Eddie as he struggles to get up. Scharff bounces off the ropes and drills Eddie with a huge lariat!*

Phoenix: Thunderous shot there! Jacob hasn’t gone for the Thunder Drop yet though, but it appears, now, that might be moments away!

*Scharff goes under Eddie for the Thunder Drop! Eddie slides out! Superkick by Eddie! Scharff is still on his feet. Hammerspace Lariat! Eddie gives Scharff a taste of his own medicine with a wicked lariat! Both men are down! The ref begins to count them both out!

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Eddie is up!

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Scharff is up! Eddie is not happy, thinking he had managed to walk out with the win. He grabs Jacob and hits a snap suplex and then kips up! He grabs Jacob’s legs and puts him in a Boston Crab hold!*

Phoenix: After Marie Laveau’s Embrace earlier any other submission is just going to make everything hurt even worse. Scharff may have to give it up here.
Jeffrey: I guarantee that if Eddie makes him tap in his hometown he will never challenge “The Big Bad Wolf” again.
Roberts: Eddie’s huffed and puffed but he hasn’t blown Jacob down.
Jeffrey: Who do you have to blow to keep your job Roberts?

*Jacob shouts in pain and Eddie smiles, because he turned Jacob to face his friends and family first, so they are watching him writhe in pain, far away from the ropes. Jacob look like he’s about had it until he appears to lock eyes with his wife. He shakes his head and appears to get a second wind, as, with a burst of energy, he makes his way to the ropes, forcing Eddie to break the hold! Eddie is not happy and rolls to the outside. He looks at Jacob’s family sitting ringside, knowing they’re the reason he’s still fighting. “He will never beat me!” he shouts at them, before flashing a 6 followed by a 0. He gets back in the ring and drags Jacob to the center before putting him up on his shoulders, perfect position for El Valle Del Lobo! He’s facing Scharff’s family and taunts them but this lets Jacob slide off though and grabs Eddie’s arm as he does! He weaves it between Eddie’s legs and gets his other arm behind his head, a pumphandle hold. He flips Wolfbaine up and then launches him over his head and across the ring with a Fallaway Slam! The momentum sends Eddie rolling out to the floor.*

Phoenix: Big slam there from Jacob but it’s unfortunate for him as he’s not going to be able to follow up in the ring.
Jeffrey: Eddie was so smart right there. He knows if he stayed in the ring his reign might actually have been in jeopardy.
Roberts: Scharff has to keep pressing the attack here and not let Eddie recover. The chances to win the title are getting fewer and farther between.

*Jacob slides out to the floor to join Eddie and proceeds to just roll him back into the ring. He follows him back in and plays to the crowd, with a 5 and 1 hand sign before grabbing Eddie and whipping him off the ropes! He goes for the Shock Buster but Eddie uses his outside knee to launch himself up and over! He lands on his feet behind Jacob and goes for the Hammerspace Lariat! Jacob ducks it! Kick to the gut! Sonicboom! He plants Eddie with his take on a People’s DDT! Cover in the middle of the ring!

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Eddie just kicks out! Jacob celebrates for a moment as the ref grabs him and tells him it wasn’t three. Jacob looks confused at first as the ref continues to tell him that Wolfbaine got out before three. Then he runs his hands over his face, clearly frustrated after thinking he had finally put “The Big Bad Wolf” down for good.*

Phoenix: I don’t blame Jacob for being frustrated. The only thing he hasn’t hit here tonight is the Thunder Drop.
Jeffrey: That’s all he has left and Eddie knows he just kicked out of one of his best shots. Eddie has the mental edge.
Roberts: But Scharff holds the physical one. Which is better?
Phoenix: Right now that’s an excellent question.

*Jacob stares dagger through Eddie. He chops out a lightning bolt and starts stalking Eddie, clearly setting up for the Thunder Drop. He gets underneath the champ! Eddie slides off and drills Scharff in the back of the head with the Superkick! Scharff falls on his face and Edie sees his opportunity and grabs his head and slaps on Silvershade! He wrenches at Scharff’s neck in the middle of the ring!*

Phoenix: This is really bad for Scharff! He can’t get to the ropes and unlike last time Eddie’s legs haven’t taken much damage. He’s gotta figure out something if he wants the 4CW World Title.

*In the ring Jacob’s flailing has slowed as Eddie continues to wrench away at his neck. The ref checks Jacob’s arm for movement…and at the last second he prevents it from hitting the mat! Jacob gets his arms under himself, and then his legs and he slowly starts getting up! Wolfbaine, who had a look of victory on his face now has a look of shock as Jacob fights out of Silvershade. Jacob grabs at Eddie’s head, hooks it under his arm and hits a Reverse DDT and both men are down again! The ref begins counting again.

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Both men are up! Right hand by Scharff! Right hand by Wolfbaine! Right hand by Scharff! Right hand by Wolfbaine! Right hand by Scharff! And another! And another! He sends Eddie off the ropes and hits him with a big lariat! He pulls him up but Eddie is ready with a Hammerspace Lariat in retaliation!

He gets back to his feet and drags Jacob over to the corner. He props him in the corner and chops him hard across the chest before setting him on the top rope. Eddie then puts “The Thunderbolt” on his shoulders in position for El Valle Del Lobo! He goes to run to the opposite corner!

Jacob slides off! Eddie turns and walks into a spinning backfist! Jacob quickly grabs Eddie from behind and hits a German Suplex! He keeps the hands clasped and rolls with Eddie. As they get up he changes position! He’s under Eddie’s arm! Thunder Drop!!

Phoenix: SCHARFF HITS THE THUNDER DROP! SCHARFF HITS THE THUNDER DROP!!

Cover by Scharff!! The referee counts the fall!!

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3!!

Carson: Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEW 4CW World Champion, JACOB ... THE THUNDERBOOOOLT ... SCHARFF!!

The crowd erupt as their home town hero becomes the WORLD CHAMPION!! Scharff and Wolfbaine lay battered in the middle of the ring as the fans celebrate. "His World" by Crush 40 blasts through the speakers. Scharff zones back in and slowly gets up to his knees. The referee hands him the championship and Scharff puts it on the mat in front of him, burying his face in the gold, overcome with emotion.

Phoenix: JACOB SCHARFF HAS DONE IT! Scharff has solidified his legacy as one of the greatest of ALL-TIME! Scharff not only beats the longest-reigning 4CW World Champion Eddie Wolfbaine, FINALLY, but he also becomes a THREE-TIME champion in his own right!!

Scharff manages to bring himself up to his feet. He stumbles to the corner and climbs up on the turnbuckle. Then, he lifts the title in the air, and screams out, as the confetti falls and the crowd match his roar with approval in this electric atmosphere!

Jeffrey: I've never been more glad to admit I was wrong! Matches like that are what get me through sitting next to you, Roberts!
Roberts: Not even your tactless insults can bring me down, Ray! SCHARFF HAS REACHED THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN!

Scharff rolls out of the ring and goes to ringside. He approaches all the members of his family and he hugs them all as the fans continue to explode around them.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, dusk has fallen and the lightning has struck! Thank you for joining us!! Thank you for making this possible!! GOODNIGHT!!

Quick Results:
-Phil McGroin def Glock Nine to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship.
-Silent Sorcery def Local Talent.
-Glock Nine def Phil McGroin (c) to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship.
-Reamer def Rhys Cain in a Fans Bring The Weapons match to save his career.
-Umbra Maxima (c) def Liberation to retain 4CW Tag Team Championships.
-Clyde Bonham (c) def Brian White to retain the 4CW Universal Championship.
-Witch Hazel (c) def Tommy Young in a Hot Date match to retain the  4CW Custom Cup Championship and become the 2018 Soul Survivor.
-Janitur def "The Icon" Mark Redman in a Janitur Contract Open Challenge.
-Phil McGroin def Glock Nine (c) to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship.
-Jacob Scharff def Eddie Wolfbaine (c) to win the 4CW World Championship.

Writing Credit:
-Opening Segment: Rhys
-McGroin vs Glock, Hardcore Title (x3): Rhys
-Silent Sorcery vs Local Talent: Paige
-The Bro Show: Rhys
-Moxie Interview: Rhys
-Rhys Cain vs Reamer: Rhys
-Umbra Maxima vs Liberation, Tag Titles: Rhys
-Bonham vs White, Universal Title: Gorgrim
Skywolf Disciplinary (x3): Rhys
-Hazel vs Young, Soul Survivor/Custom Cup Title: Paige
-Janitur vs Redman: Rhys
-Wolfbaine vs Scharff, World Title: Stingmon

RP Judges:
Rhys
Paige (for the Tag Title match)

Graphics:
Rhys
Paige

Review Sheet:
Opening Segment:
McGroin vs Glock, Hardcore Title (x3):
Silent Sorcery vs Local Talent:
Skywolf Disciplinary (x3):
The Bro Show:
Moxie Interview:
Rhys Cain vs Reamer:
Umbra Maxima vs Liberation, Tag Titles:
Bonham vs White, Universal Title:
Hazel vs Young, Soul Survivor/Custom Cup Title:
Janitur vs Redman:
Wolfbaine vs Scharff, World Title:

MVP of the Night:
Match of the Night:
Graphic of the Night: