4CW Storm Front - August 25, 2019

4CW Presents... Storm Front
August 25, 2019
Live from the Principality Stadium - Cardiff, Wales
Att: 75,002

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"Never Back Down" by Hyro the Hero plays through the sold out Principality Stadium as 75,000 strong fill the huge Welsh arena for the biggest wrestling show in the world, Storm Front. The camera pans around the humongous crowd, before honing in on our three esteemed commentators.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 4CW Storm Front! We are LIVE from Cardiff, Wales - and tonight, we have a show that is monumental to say the least! I'm Scott Phoenix joined as ever by my good friends and colleagues, James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey!
Roberts: 4CW Custom Cup Champion Tommy Young will go one on one with Glock Nine in non-title action, and he will surely be the heavy favourite with the crowd given his hometown hero status!
Jeffrey: And we'll hear from our NEW champions, 4CW World Champion Jack Valentine and 4CW Universal Champion Supreme!
Roberts: Bruce Rigg of The Liberation and Reuben Kojo of Synth City Thrillers will also go one on one tonight, as The Liberation made it clear at Rumble in the Storm they are set out on ruining any chances of Synth City getting a tag title match.
Phoenix: And if all that's not enough, we also have a 4CW World Championship #1 Contender's match as Pilgrim Paige takes on Brian White! The winner will challenge Jack Valentine at Gallows End! And that match, ladies and gentlemen, starts - RIGHT NOW!

The arena lights go out, as well as the 4CWTron, leaving everything in pitch black.

Jeffrey: Oh, here we go!

A thick layer of purple fog begins to envelope the stage and ramp. Barely visible through the haze, at centre stage, a small purple flame flickers in mid-air, providing a momentary glimpse of a woman's face. Suddenly, she blows the flame out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Across the darkened stage, a rainbow-patterned series of six coloured fireworks ascends out of the darkness and explodes overhead, creating a starburst shower of crackling sparks. The arena goes from blackened to dimly lit when the lights flicker back on, ready for the Moon Maiden to appear.

Then, confusion ripples through the stands when the lights abruptly go out again.

Jeffrey: Dammit all to hell, I keep telling Sery somebody's gotta pay the damn light bill!

Through the rolling fog on the stage, a different flame appears, only for a brief moment. This one is blue, and lasts for about the same length of time as Paige's typically does, then is hastily snuffed out.

Jeffrey: This seems weirdly familiar. Wait—
Phoenix: ... Tsukiko?
Roberts: Can't be, right? That book is long closed.

With the sudden blast of blinding golden pyro, the dimmed lighting returns and "The Astral Dialogue" by Agalloch begins blasting over the PA system. The crowd roars in response! Pilgrim Paige and Kinsey Kane appear through the fog. Paige is wearing her familiar purple-trimmed black attire, and Kinsey is wearing similar ring gear, though hers the colour scheme reversed and the purple swapped to teal. Kinsey is a fairly tall and thin young woman with caramel skin, a head of shoulder-length black curls, shoulder tattoos and modest curves. She runs from one end of the stage to the other, firing up the already red-hot crowd and WOOO'ing like it's going out of style. Once Paige focuses on the ring, though, she's clearly in the zone and just itching for action tonight.

Roberts: The former world champ is here, she's got her new partner with her and she's all fired up!
Jeffrey: Of course she is, idiot! This is Pilgrim Paige we're talking about here, not Myback. Nothing short of grievous bodily harm ever slows her roll!
Phoenix: Hell—even then, if she can still stand.
Jeffrey: Exactly! And now she's got Kinsey to help pick her back up if she can't do it herself.

The 4CWtron shows dark, stylized clips of Pilgrim Paige in various settings: descending the staircase of the Moontower; stoking her fire pit, etc. Paige and Kinsey each throw an arm up in the air, give the sign of the horns and pump their arm a few times.

Roberts: Paige just lost her title at Rumble in the Storm in the annual namesake match, eliminated alongside tonight's opponent by the ever-opportunistic Jack Valentine. It's pretty clear she's unshaken and feeling as confident as ever, despite being tasked now with facing the biggest obstacle to ever step into a 4CW ring. The Lunar Pilgrim came ready for a fight tonight, boys!
Jeffrey: Boys! God, that sounds sad when you say it. Me and Scott aren't the playmates your mommy sets your lonely ass up with on the weekend, James. And while we're at it, I hope you came to fight, too, Roberts, 'cause if you spout any more skull-fuckingly terrible hype tonight, I'm gonna shove my new book down your throat. Hey! That reminds me. *ahem*

We got a shot of the commentary desk. Ray leans toward the camera, crowding his cohorts' space and holding a hardcover book aloft.

Jeffrey: Hey asshole! Yeah, you sitting at home there, covered in crumbs and immeasurable shame: Buy my new book! That's a reminder, not a recommendation. It's the only thing you need to read all year, unless I shit out even more brilliance before we hit 2020 and A Quiet Place comes true. Then you can read my survival guide, unless you wanna be the first one dead.
Roberts: Jesus, Ray! What the hell's up with you tonight?
Phoenix: Didn't make the New York Times bestsellers list.
Jeffrey: Damn you, Times! Damn your thinly veiled popularity contest that I foolishly put so much stock into!

The camera switches to focus on Michael Carson, who's standing in the middle of the ring.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the #1 Contendership to the 4CW WORLD CHAAAMPIONSHIIIP!! Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Kinsey Kane and hailing from Newfoundland, Canada and residing on... The DAAARK Side of the MOOOON... weighing in at 134 pounds... PILGRIIIM PAAAIIIGE!

After a brief scan of her surroundings, the song's beat picks up in conjunction with a growling vocalization. Together, Paige and Kinsey take off running through the fog and down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope at the end of the run. They both rise swiftly from the canvas and stand in the middle of the ring, side-by-side. Kinsey and Paige link their near hands (in relation to one another). Simultaneously, both women swing their far arms outward and throw their heads back, sounding out tandem howls of "WOOOOOO!!", which is complemented by bursts of colourful pyro shooting up from the corner posts. The lights return to normal as Kinsey and Paige pick a corner to stand in, conversing playfully with one another.

Yashin's cover of "Wherever I May Roam" rumbles through the speaker to a huge pop that rivals the pop for Paige. The Freight Train steps out onto the stage with Miss Teri at his side, bearing a look of focus and carrying an atmosphere of great purpose.

Jeffrey: You wanna talk "ready for a fight", boys, this man operates on a complex cycle of calms and storms.
Roberts: Brian White has had a hell of a 2019 thus far. He made himself a two-time Universal Champion, warred it out with "Mad Dog" Jack Valentine and was part of the final three at our second annual Rumble in the Storm event. Tonight, he wants to earn himself a ticket to the biggest of the big leagues by winning the #1 contendership to—go figure—Jack Valentine's newly won 4CW World Championship belt! But that won't come easy, because Pilgrim Paige also made up a third of the final three in the Rumble, and has her sights set on the exact same prize.
Phoenix: And I can't help but notice another parallel to be drawn here—partners. Paige and White have each of their girlfriends along with them tonight, and while I don't personally imagine any active interference from Kinsey or Teri in this match, one can't help but notice the positive effect the presence of these two women is having on their respective partners.

Miss Teri leans in close as the two head down the ramp toward the ring, quietly advising and/or encouraging the big man. White nods his curt little nod a few times when the duo reaches the ring steps.

Carson: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Miss Teri... he hails from from Barry, South Wales and weighs in at 400lbs... BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAIN ... WHITE!!

Teri opts to climb the steps while Brian pulls himself onto the apron, steps over the ropes and takes up the nearest corner, opposite Paige. For a few moments, Teri and Kinsey are by their respective partners' sides, offering encouragement and perhaps game-planning. Each duo occasionally glances across the ring to the other now and then. Once Kinsey and Teri are out of the ring and referee Anna Molly is satisfied to see this match get started, she calls for the bell.

DING-DING-DING!

Jeffrey: This is gonna be a good one, I can feel it!

The two greatest threats to Mad Dog's newly minted championship belt eye one another, ready for anything. Unlike in past battles, after a while, White and Paige approach one another and meet in the middle of the ring. The fans are on fire and already chanting, divided in devotion between these two competitors, who now stand just a few feet apart from one another. An unreadable moment passes, then gives way to shared smirks between the two as White offers his open palm to his one-time rival. With only a second's hesitation, The Lunar Pilgrim reciprocates this gesture with a quick slap of White's palm, and the two back off from one another. The crowd in Wales clearly approves of this show of good faith, receiving it with applause and even louder chants.

Roberts: Nice show of respect there, after so much history between these two.
Phoenix: Indeed. After so much history between these two, both have grown so much. Now it seems they've reached a point of this just being the spirit of competition.
Jeffrey: And with it, the desire to be on top. Amicability is all well and good but the chips are down now. These two are gonna war it out tonight, make no mistake!

Some brief circling leads to a leg pick attempt by Paige, but White shakes her off his tree-trunk leg like a pest and grins at her when she pops back up onto her feet. The Freight Train decides he wants to see how much steam Paige can gather, motioning to the ropes. She shrugs, then obliges: Paige takes off for the ropes at a clip, bounces off with gusto and gives Brian White a flying front dropkick that staggers him enough to ultimately put him on his ass.

Phoenix: After so much history between these two, both have grown so much. Now it seems they've reached a point of this just being the spirit of competition.
Jeffrey: Sure, but with that is the desire to be on top. Amicability is all well and good, but the chips are down now. These two are gonna war it out tonight, make no mistake!

White chuckles and stands, satisfied with this result. Then his face resets to deadly, serious focus and he makes himself heard over the din of the crowd.

White: Right. Let's do this, then!

Paige takes a running leap at White, who catches her round the back of the knees and gets pummelled with forearm shots to the head for his troubles, throwing his balance a little in the process. White manages to re-centre himself fairly quickly, then runs his feisty opponent into a corner. Paige does her best to cover up as White tries to get in some body shots, all while Anna Molly counts up from one. On four, Freight Train pulls Paige away from the corner and takes her over with a big Biel throw. Paige feels it, but powers through the pain and actually kips up, much to Brian White's surprise. White rushes in for a clothesline as Paige turns to face him, but is ducked and side-stepped. At this point, Paige takes on the stick-and-move approach: getting in close, laying in a kick to the back of White's knee and then creating enough distance to dance around her opponent and slip back into the fold for another. After three successful hits, White manages to get one step ahead of the ever-quick Pilgrim Paige by catching her leg mid-kick. Keeping hold of the leg, the Freight Train throttles Paige with his other hand, lifts her up high and tosses her, spine-first, against the nearest set of turnbuckles. Paige stumbles out of the corner, walking right into the waiting arms of Brian White, at which point she gets scooped up and slammed down hard! White quickly takes to the ropes, rebounds off and drops a leg that the former champ narrowly avoids! With White still in a seated position, Paige pops back up onto her feet, runs the ropes and has her dropkick evaded by White, who drops down to lay fully supine and leave the Lunar Pilgrim awkwardly overshooting it. Both competitors rise to their feet at the same; this is met by an appreciative crowd response.

Phoenix: Oh these two know each other so well! This is gonna have to be a tactical battle, through and through.
Jeffrey: I love it. Strap in, people! .. And James.

Paige begins to circle White, moving quicker and quicker as she goes. Eventually, she carefully closes the gap, ducking an attempted strike from her much larger opponent and swinging round into a rear waistlock in the process. Freight Train throws his weight and left arm sidelong, twisting in the waistlock with hopes of landing a back elbow. Paige anticipates his response however, and readily ducks low as White's arm swings outward. In one swift motion, The Lunar Pilgrim releases the waistlock—grabs White's arm with both hands—leaps—and drops to the mat in a sitout style shoulder-breaker! The big man reels away, hurt and surprised. Turning back toward his opponent, Freight Train is met with a running low dropkick to the shin, forcing him down onto his knees. Wasting no time, Pilgrim Paige grabs White by his left arm again and hits a double-knee armbreaker, dealing out yet more damage to the limb! Teri looks on in concern as White grimaces, nursing his arm in the middle of the ring.

Roberts: Well, you called it, Scott.
Phoenix: More or less, yeah—but I certainly didn't see Paige going for anything other than the legs. That's long been her go-to move when dealing with White, but with so much history and so much at stake, a good curveball may be exactly what the Lunar Pilgrim needs to level the playing field against White tonight!

White tries to regain his feet as quickly as he can, attempting to rise up from hands and knees. Pilgrim Paige is one step ahead in more ways than one—spotting White's splayed fingers on the mat, she immediately darts forward and drills down on them with a leaping double-stomp—one boot for each pair of fingers!! An "OOH" ripples through the stands. White instinctively whips his hands up from the mat and draws them in close to his body, crumpling onto his side in the process. Paige backs off for the moment, leaning casually against the ropes as she drinks in the rising "YOU SICK FUCK" chants. From ringside, Kinsey offers her hand for a fist bump. Paige leans through the ropes to reciprocate it, then turns her attention back on Freight Train.

Jeffrey: Woo baby! What a turn of events. I've gotta keep Paige's sadistic side in mind.. for.. reasons.
Phoenix: Ray!
Jeffrey: Hmm. Kind of lacklustre delivery there, Scotty-boy. Don't tell me I've finally worn you down!
Phoenix: Not quite yet, old friend. And don't call me that.
Roberts: There he is.
Jeffrey: *relieved sigh* Phew! I was worried for a second there.

White manages to crawl over to the ropes, at which point he uses them to aid in getting back to his feet. As he does so, however, Paige dips out onto the apron, grabs him by the damaged arm and drops down to ringside, hot-shotting White's arm off the top rope in the process. Once again, Freight Train reels away—he drops down to one knee in the middle of the ring, muttering to himself in pained frustration. Never one to waste an opening, Pilgrim Paige promptly hops up onto the apron and runs to the nearest corner, where she ascends to the top rope. She finds her balance and simply stands there, staring down at the fallen giant before her. Atop her perch, the Lunar Pilgrim is practically salivating at the prospect of White regaining his vertical base. The Principality Stadium has become a beehive of voices these past two minutes, and has now reached a fever pitch.

Roberts: Pilgrim Paige wants to turn out all the lights on the Freight Train!
Phoenix: This is absolutely unprecedented! My eyes can barely believe what they're seeing here!
Jeffrey: What are we—maybe five minutes into this thing?! White was totally caught off guard by the huge switch in strategy and now, look where we are—this could actually be it right here!

The moment Brian White finds his feet and turns her way, Paige gets airborne: The bend at the knees; the quick lean forward; the measured leap; and the follow-through of THE LUNAR ECLIPSE!!!

Phoenix: OH MY!!
Jeffrey: Picture-perfect!
Roberts: This could mark the shock win of the year!

Many fans are standing after White's head snaps sickeningly back off of the impact, absolutely rocked by the diving stunner! The crowd noise is uproarious. When she stands back up, Paige's face reveals her own shock—which briefly turns to horror when Freight Train hazily wobbles back into the ropes—reaches down as deep as deep goes to bring forth a moment of pure adrenaline—and plows through the Moon Maiden, turning her inside-out with a RUNAWAY TRAIN!!! BOTH COMPETITORS ARE DOWN!! The warring chants break out again, over-run only by a hearty "HOLY SHIT" chant. If Principality Stadium had a conventional, closed roof, it'd be working very hard to not take flight right about now.

Roberts: Unreal! How bad do you have to want it to pull that off, even when your name is Brian White?
Jeffrey: Seeing this kind of unyielding competitive drive first-hand is why I show up every month!
Phoenix: And to tell dick jokes.
Jeffrey: Exactly. See? You get me, Scott.

Referee Anna Molly does a quick check on both athletes, then, satisfied there are no apparent injuries or concussions, she begins counting upward to ten.

One...

Two...

Three... (some movement from White)

Four... (he manages to turn onto his right side, careful not to too directly incorporate his left arm into his recovery process)

Five... (Paige is still unmoving)

Six—wait—White drapes an arm over Paige!

One!

Two!

Thr–!!

Only by pure instinct does the former champ roll a shoulder up from the canvas. White stares at Anna's raised fingers just for a moment, then returns to business as usual. He pulls Paige up onto her feet and whips her into a far corner, full tilt. The Lunar Pilgrim survives this by performing a nifty baseball slide and turning her body into it, skidding to a halt roughly a foot away from the turnbuckles. She darts across the ring at Brian White, but is blocked and shoved away upon reaching him. Determined, Paige charge (and leap) at White again, only to be caught in mid-air and slammed into the mat, sidewalk-style!

Phoenix: Vintage Freight Train there: one big ol' Pavement Slam can knock the wind out of just about anyone's sails!
Roberts: And I don't think he's done yet!

White gets back up and immediately hits the ropes. Leaving his feet, the huge 400-pounder comes back down with a sternum-shattering leg drop to the Moon Maiden! He makes a lateral press cover, pinning Paige's shoulders down neatly...

One...

Two...

T—no! Paige uses her legs to kick out to one side, shrugging one shoulder up just in the nick of time.

White hooks a leg and cinches up on the pin..

One...

Two...

No! White can't keep the leg hooked tight thanks to the damage dealt by Paige earlier on, and she kicks out once more.

Roberts: Ya know, if there's one thing I've learned in the three years she's been here, it's that it takes a hell of a lot to keep Pilgrim Paige down. She has no absolutely quit in her, none whatsoever.
Phoenix: That's the mark of any worthy champion, if you ask me, and each of these athletes have been exactly that. I promise you, these two will beat the holy hell out of each other to get a shot at climbing that mountain again.

Curbing his frustration, White decides to change tactics. All at once, he's on his feet and has a hold of Paige's right leg, onto which he drops a big elbow with his good arm. Paige now circles back to alertness, spurred on by the sudden pain. Keeping with his new game plan, Freight Train elevates Paige's leg again and delivers another heavy elbow drop, the impact of which has her grimacing in agony. White doesn't stand back up after hitting the elbow this time, and instead uses his massive legs to grapevine Paige's right, locking her down while bending her knee over the point of his elbow.

Phoenix: And now we see a more methodical pace overtake the match. Freight Train is right in his wheelhouse—or at his station, if you will—and has tweaked his brute force approach to include a similar tactical route to the one used by Paige. Enough wear and tear on that leg and the Lunar Pilgrim's favourite mode of travel—full tilt and reckless—will have to be yielded for a slower, more careful approach.
Jeffrey: And she's not gonna win any ground or power games against Brian White.
Phoenix: No, she is not. Now of course, we've also seen time and again just how much Paige can pull off when she finds herself in dire straits, but I've never seen her without both legs under her.

Referee Anna Molly is right there to ask the questions and make the calls she may need to. The pain shows on Paige's face as she desperately tries to inch her way to the bottom rope just a few feet away from her. After spending a long time in the hold, the Lunar Pilgrim completes her journey and hangs onto the rope for dear life. White doesn't let go, so the ref begins counting White out.

One... two...

Between three and five, Freight Train makes a hammerfist and rains down two brutal shots to Paige's inner thigh! With each shot, Paige lets out a pained shout that elicits a similar sound from many fans. Damage done, White relinquishes the leg grapevine just barely before the count of five, earning himself an admonishment from Anna.

Jeffrey: Oh man! Talk about a game-changer play right there. Daaamn, Freight Train!
Phoenix: You said it, Ray. Y'know, this is an odd contest for these two. Paige and White are forcing each other out of their respective comfort zones and clearly seeking to do some lasting damage, at least in the context of this match.

Paige, meanwhile, pulls herself out onto the apron, perhaps trying to gain some reprieve. White isn't having any of it, so he quickly closes the gap and grabs Paige by the head, pulling her up onto her feet faster than she herself could managed at this point. Freight Train wants a vertical suplex, which he has to set up on the side of his one good arm in order to manage the majority of Paige's weight. He pulls this off fairly comfortably and ties to hoist Paige up high, but she pulls off a grapevine of her own, hooking her legs around the bottom rope. White releases her, pushes her head down at the neck and cracks her across the back with a big clubbing blow, softening her up. Paige loses her grapevine, so White's second attempt isn't blocked from below—he hoists her up—Paige desperately swings a knee into White's forehead, stunning the big man! Unfortunately, Paige ends up doing herself more harm due striking down with the leg White's been working on. She drops gingerly back onto the apron and—fighting through the pain—grabs Freight Train's left arm with both hands and leaps back, yanking White's arm violently down over the top rope and landing herself on her feet at ringside! Both competitors crumple and grit their teeth in agony: White on the canvas; Paige on the thin ringside mats. The buzz of the Cardiff crowd is at a steady rhythm, with no one certain of who has the upper hand at this point. Kinsey immediately heads over to Paige, concerned and wanting to help, but Anna Molly is also right there to keep things everything in order. Simultaneously, Teri gets herself as close to Brian as she can, communicating as best she can with him from ringside.

Roberts: What a sequence of events we've seen unfold in this match! It's anybody's ball game right now.
Jeffrey: Yeah, but there's no one left standing to play! If this keeps up, they'll be lucky to make it to Gallows End!

Referee Anna Molly asks Kinsey to move away from Paige, which the spunky young woman obliges. A moment later, Anna is back in the ring and counting against Paige.

One...
(no movement from Paige)

Two...
Kinsey claps her hands, trying to rally the crowd behind her partner.

Three...
Paige is still down.

Four...
She pulls herself up a little via the ring steps, propped up on her side.)

Five...
Paige carefully gets herself onto her knees.

Six...
White watches on, trying to work the kinks out of his arm in a near corner.

Seven...
Paige plants her hands atop the steps and straightens her arms, hoisting herself up slowly.

Eight...
She's on her feet!

Nine...
Paige rolls back in!

At ringside, Kinsey is ecstatic. Taking a page from the book of her partner (and trainer), she unleashes a "WOOO!!" that is echoed by many fans.

Jeffrey: WOOO!

And by Ray Jeffrey.

Situated in the same corner the steps are positioned by, Paige props herself up against the bottom turnbuckle. With a deep breath, she grabs the ropes above her and pulls herself up to a vertical base, putting most of her weight on her left leg. From the adjacent corner, Brian White chuckles, shaking his head in appreciation of Pilgrim Paige's resolve. A round of applause sounds out through the arena.

Phoenix: Whether you're a fan of her or not, you've gotta respect the Lunar Pilgrim's grit and determination.

This resurgence may be short-lived however, because the Freight Train is ready to leaves the station—and, perhaps, his feet. White makes a running beeline to his opponent, jumps and eats turnbuckle! Stinger splash avoided! Paige keeps on moving after her emergency exit from the corner, taking off for the ropes. White steps away from the corner and turns to face her, ready for just about anything. What he gets is somehow both unexpected and unsurprising: The Moon Maiden's leg gives way after the rebound off the ropes, and she finds herself down on one knee and a few feet away from her target. The Freight Train makes up the difference and pulls Paige onto her feet, then sets her up for a kneebreaker. White lifts her up and sticks his knee out, but Paige catches him round the neck and locks her hands together in a makeshift headlock. Changing tact, White plants his feet, grabs Paige round the waist and squeezes, forcing her to break her grip in this reverse bear hug, as it were. Desperate and unable to afford any amount of time in this submission, Paige takes the dirty route and rakes her opponent's eyes, yielding freedom and an unheeded admonishment from referee Anna Molly. This yields a chorus of boos from the Freight Train fans. Seizing her opening, the ever-crafty Pilgrim Paige easily dodges some blind strikes and gets herself a ways behind Brian White. From here, she takes a few unsteady steps and throws all of her 134 pounds forward and downward, clipping White's leg out from under him with a chop block to the back of the knee!

Jeffrey: Ha! Leave it to Paige to mix a little payback into her strategy!
Phoenix: I don't know that payback is on her mind at this point; frankly, I think she's just trying to find anything that might keep White down without being able to rely on what she knows best. Either way, she's still in this thing.

With the near 7-footer on his knees, Paige scurries round to put herself  in front of him. She goes to grab him by the head and arm, but finds herself shoved away. Off balance, Paige falls against the middle rope, but manages to quite literally bounce back, at which point she leaves her feet and—using her off leg—hits an enzuigiri, rattling the Freight Train's skull! Paige is a little slow getting back to her feet, but once she does, she immediately grabs a hold of White's head again. She props her left hand against the back of White's head and then uses her right to grab a hold of his weakened left arm. In one swift motion, she steps over the arm with her left leg, hooks his head with her left arm and snaps herself down to the mat, spiking White's forehead into the canvas!!

Roberts: Astral Connection! With authority!
Phoenix: Unbelievable! But can she turn the big man over and pin him?

With a great deal of effort—and leverage, tucking one hand under White's big thick neck and the other under his shoulder—Paige manages to roll the big man onto his back, putting all of her weight across Freight Train's shoulders.

One...

Two...

Thno!

White kicks out. Undeterred, Paige gets right back on the attack. She stands herself back up—faces away from her opponent—hops on one foot—and propels herself into a standing moonsault that catches Brian White squarely in the abdomen! She stays on top.

One...

Two...

No!

No wasted time: Paige pops back up, takes a few steps back and then rushes forward, leaving her feet and coming back down on White with a standing shooting star press! The crowd is red hot!

One...

Two...

With his good arm, White shoves Paige off of him, dispensing her against the nearest bottom rope! The crowd "oohs" and Paige wears a look of shock.

Phoenix: And not to be outdone, there's the Freight Train's resolve on display as well!
Jeffrey: At this point, someone's gonna have to kill the other to pull off a win!

As White tries to regain his feet, the crowd begins a "FIGHT FOREVER" chant. Fittingly, Freight Train finds himself being attacked by Paige, who lays into him with a targeted forearm shot to the left bicep, hindering his progress. After a repeat of this, however, White fights through the pain and gets himself up to a vertical base. All at once, it sets in once again with the audience—and Paige—just how much White towers over his opponent. She goes for the arm once more, but White closes in and uses his massive frame to run her into a corner. Here, he draws his right arm back and brings it down fast, slapping Paige's chest with an overhand chop that sounds like a pistol going off! The "WOOO" from the crowd is a very different beast than the one from Kinsey just a short time ago.

Roberts: Well that's gonna leave a mark!
Jeffrey: Yeah, for about a year!

Pilgrim Paige reels—or she would, if not for Brian White picking her up, one-handed, by the throat and unceremoniously tossing her against the top turnbuckle! As a result of this, Freight Train is assured in his opponent staying put. With victory in mind, White backs off to about halfway across the ring, gathers up a full head of steam and crashes into the buckle!! This evasion by Paige is less nifty than absolutely desperate, dropping herself down to the canvas on all fours as Freight Train leaves his feet. With their positions reversed, Paige gingerly gets herself back up on her feet and turns round—right into a kick to the gut! Running on empty or not, Brian White formulates some kind of play in his head, nodding to himself as he tries to catch his breath. A moment later, he grabs Paige by the head, tucks it into a standing headscissors and hoists her up high, powerbomb-style!

Jeffrey: Freight Train's almost out of fuel and going off the rails—this Train is gonna Crash, baby!

Rather than putting one foot in front of the other, 400-pound Brian White begins the gruelling task of taking himself—facing the ring and with Paige in tow—up the ropes, one foot at a time! At this point, the fans are variously laser-focused in total silence or going wild, with zero in-between.

Phoenix: Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!
Jeffrey: Somebody better call next of kin for Pilgrim Paige!

Slowly but surely, White gets to a point where both feet are planted firmly on the middle rope. At this point, though, Paige finds enough of her wits to try to defend herself. She rains down hammer-fists at close range, but White powers through them. She wriggles about like mad, causing White to lower her just a bit and just for a moment, but the Freight Train holds firm and hoists her back up high—maybe even higher than before! An errant strike dazes White a bit though, and it's enough opportunity to wiggle into a slightly altered position. Unable to keep as steady as he was before, Brian White throws all caution to the wind and falls forward from the second rope, planting the Lunar Pilgrim into the mat with a CRUSHING avalanche powerbomb—at the same time Pilgrim Paige grabs his head and drives her knees into White's face!!

For a long moment, everything around Brian White and Pilgrim Paige is chaos: the crowd absolutely erupts; commentary, Kinsey and Teri are all stunned; and even Anna Molly—perpetual professional may she be—is thrown off on what to do. It looks for a moment like the end result of the Super Train Crash is a coincidental pin cover, but Paige's left arm ends up draped over White's neck just enough that her shoulder isn't all the way down. With no other choice, referee Anna Molly begins a double count against the unmoving competitors.

One...
(nothing)

Two...
(nada)

Three...
(zilch)

Four...
White woozily crawls a couple feet, seemingly unaware of Paige or Anna or anything around him.

Five...
White tries to shake the cobwebs out.

Six...
Paige shows the faintest signs of life.

Seven...
White finds a rope and grabs it; Paige manages to turn onto her side and then, belly.

Eight...
White groggily tries to pull himself up; Paige begins a miserable-looking marine crawl.

Nine...
White is up! He's leaning heavily on the ropes, but remaining vertical enough for Anna to let one arm fall, ceasing the count against him. Meanwhile, Paige foregoes the first rope altogether and instead grabs the second.

Nine-and-a-half...
White manages to take a couple unsteady steps away from the ropes and now watches his opponent from a distance. Paige works hard to pull herself up and gets her upper body off the mat for a second, but her right leg gives way under her!

TEN!!!

DING-DING-DING!!!

As the bell rings and the fans pop and/or breathe their first breaths in minutes, Pilgrim Paige gives it a second go and somehow manages to stand—sort of—with a great deal of credit going to the ropes, of course. She doesn't seem to have registered the bell, and stumbles haphazardly away from the ropes, finding herself looking into the eyes of Anna Molly, who shakes her head to let Paige know she didn't make it up in time. The Lunar Pilgrim nods weakly, then turns away and falls forward—right into Brian White's massive chest. For a moment he just stands there, looking down at his (likely concussed) opponent, then wraps one arm around her back to keep her from crumpling to the canvas altogether.

Carson: Here is your winner and the #1 contender for the 4CW World Championship... BRIAN... "THE FREIGHT TRAIN" WHITE!!!

"Wherever I May Roam" hits the speakers. White scoops Paige up onto his shoulder and carries her over to the ropes, then carefully sets her down on the mat. Anna Molly raises White's hand in victory, then slides into action, running whatever checks she can on the now unconscious Pilgrim Paige. Kinsey then slides in and sits at Paige's side. Once done, Anna reassures Kinsey—and a surprisingly troubled-looking Freight Train—that it's nothing major and not to worry. Some front row fans pick up on this and spread the word, at which point much of the crowd breaks into respectful applause. Kinsey and Anna slip out of the ring and pull Paige out onto the apron, from which they help her down as she begins to stir. Soon, the three women make their way slowly up the ramp. Meanwhile, Miss Teri joins Brian White in the ring to celebrate his incredibly hard-earned win.

Phoenix: Well that's a rare thing: I have no words at the moment.
Jeffrey: Oh I sure do: Holy shit, boys! That was one of the wildest rides I've been on here in 4CW, and I've been here a fuck of a long time so you know that means something!
Roberts: We have solidified the #1 contender, and that status belongs to none other than Brian White!
Phoenix: And he pulled it off in what I'm gonna have to call a career-defining performance! We just witnessed two of 4CW's best and brightest take each other to hell and back, and I for one loved every second of it.
Jeffrey: Amen, Scotty. I'm gonna need a while to process what just transpired.

We shoot backstage, to the lifeless parking lot. Suddenly engines can be heard in the distance and then headlights illuminate the camera’s focus. After a moment, a large black Hummer rolls past the camera view and comes to a stop. It is followed by a limousine which stops directly in the frame. You then see another black Hummer stop behind the limo.

Phoenix: What do we have here?
Jeffery: Clearly a convoy for someone very important.

Two men, each from their own Hummer, exit their respective vehicles and approach the limo. They both are large men dressed in all black turtlenecks, with a suit jacket covering, and sunglasses. They are both bald and have earpieces in. One is clean shaven and the other sports a well kept goatee.

Roberts: These guys are legit! They’re as big as those World’s strongest man, guys!

Each man stands next to the limo door and the clean shaven one reaches and opens it. The crowd roars a bit in anticipation and finally after too long a moment, Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine emerges from the limo. The crowd responds with a loud, yet mixed reaction. Valentine stands and is dressed in a fantastic gray Bespoke Suit with a black shirt underneath. A stylish Jerry Garcia gray tie, and shiny black dress shoes. His hair is pulled back tightly into a braided ponytail, which drapes down onto his back. He holds his new 4CW Championship up over his right shoulder. As he stands tall and large smile rests across his face.

Jeffery: The Champ! The champ is here!
Phoenix: Jack Valentine has arrived! He will be addressing the 4CW Universe, later tonight!

Valentine starts walking towards the entrance to the arena and his “bodyguards” follow.

We cut to backstage where Sery is in his office, shuffling some papers. He taps his Lord Skywolf bobble head and chuckles to himself, when he hears a knock at the door.

Sery: Come in.

Nobody comes. Sighing, Sery gets up from his desk and walks over to the door and opens it. Suddenly, he jumps backwards as standing in the doorway, to a huge pop, is Marquis the Moose! He has a letter in his mouth and just stands there. Sery stares at him, and then takes the letter begrudgingly from it's mouth. Marquis grunts, then steps away from the door and down the hall. Sery looks around for any sign of his handlers, but there's no-one. He shrugs, closes the door and sits at his desk and opens the letter.

Sery: *reading* ... request a rematch .... tag team championships ... illegal man ... Marquis masks available at SeryShop.com ... Signed S&M.

Sery sighs and makes a note on his notepad. He then peels that off and starts a new note underneath with the title "13 Ghost Gauntlet Participants". With his tongue sticking out, he begins to jot down names as the camera cuts back to the arena.

"Roadgame" by Kavinsky hits the PA system. The crowd pop as one half of the Synth City Thrillers steps through the curtain.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 239lbs, REUBEEEEN .... KOOOOJO!!

Reuben Kojo walks down the ramp, dressed in black trunks with green synth bars. He grooves a little, for a few fans on the ramp, but then gets serious and walks down to the ring.

Phoenix: Reuben Kojo and Devon Drummond know how to have a good time, but tonight, Kojo takes on one half of The Liberation, Bruce Rigg, and he knows that his honour and pride are on the line here.
Roberts: Yeah, that dastardly Cain sent The Liberation to cost Synth City their #1 contendership match against Silent Sorcery last month, and he wants some payback!
Jeffrey: I dunno about his dance moves; but I'll tell you one thing, they don't call him the Knockout King for nothing. Kojo has some of the meanest strikes in 4CW!
Phoenix: It should also be noted that both Drummond and the rest of The Black Flame have been barred from ringside for this match! It's one on one!

Kojo slides into the ring and grabs the mic from Michael Carson. His music cuts out and he speaks.

Kojo: Devon and I came to 4CW because we wanted to be the best tag team in history. At Rumble in the Storm, we had the perfect opportunity to take the next step on that path, in a number one contender's match against Silent Sorcery and Rhys Cain had to send his dogs to ruin our fun. Cain talked later about how disloyalty is the biggest crime imaginable. Well, let me hit you with some truth, bruv. When Devon and I joined The Bruiser School of Wrestling, we did it because we'd grown up idolising Cain. Now, let's be honest, Cain is one of the greatest to ever step in this ring...

Boos from the crowd, but Kojo shrugs his shoulders.

Kojo: Don't get me wrong, bruv, he's a fool, innit. But inside this ring, he's a genius. Nobody can deny that. And Devon and I knew that too, so we learned under him, honed our crafts and we will be forever grateful for his tutelage... but when we signed with 4CW, Cain changed. I dunno what's going on in his head but man, he's become a maniac. And Devon and I weren't going to align ourselves with that kind of crap. We forged our own path in 4CW. We will not be Cain's dogs. We will not bow down to the crownless king!

Big pop from the crowd.

Kojo: So, that brings us to Cain's dogs. The Liberation are two of them. Mean bastards. And tough as nails. I know, I trained with them. They stepped on our path and blocked the way at Rumble in the Storm. So tonight, I'm going to bulldoze my way through Rigg. And next month, Devon will do the same to Fischer. And once those idiots are out of the way, we will continue our path to becoming 4CW Tag Team Champions. So, Brucie baby, get your ass down here, cos it's time to dance!

Kojo hands the mic back to Carson and stands in the corner, awaiting his opponent.

Phoenix: A defiant statement from Kojo! This should be a great contest!

"Black Flame" by Bury Tomorrow hits the PA system. The crowd boo as the larger Bruce Rigg steps out on to the stage. He stares a hole through Kojo, shaking his head disapprovingly. He is sporting black trunks with a grey flame.

Carson: And his opponent, from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 310lbs, BRUCE ... RIGG!!

Bruce Rigg comes down to the ring with a steely gaze to his old comrade.

Phoenix: There's no love lost between these two, or between Synth City and any of The Black Flame, that's for sure. Rigg is a mean man in that ring, and he will look to want to personally punish Kojo tonight after what he sees as an ultimate betrayal, which quite frankly, is ridiculous.

Rigg rolls into the ring and jumps up to his feet - but Kojo wastes no time and charges at Rigg as the bell rings and hits a SPINNING HEAD KICK!!

Roberts: Oh my god! Kojo Kick out of nowhere!!

Kojo covers Rigg!! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner, REUBEEEEN ... KOOOJO!

Phoenix: Hahaha!!
Jeffrey: What the hell just happened?!
Roberts: Kojo caught Rigg off guard right away and picked up an INSTANT victory! WOW!

Inside the ring, as "Roadgame" plays through the PA again and the crowd roar in approval of Rigg's embarrassment, Kojo climbs the turnbuckle and celebrates his victory. He milks it with the crowd, asking them to "raise the roof" with upward arm swings a few times until suddenly, Rigg is back up! Rigg comes behind Kojo on the apron and hits a LOW BLOW!

Phoenix: Dammit, what a sore loser!

Rigg rolls out of the ring, furious. He grabs a steel chair from ringside and slides back into the ring! THWACK!! He takes out Kojo with a steel chair to the back! THWACK! A second blast to the back puts Kojo down and out!

Roberts: Disgusting - just what I would expect from The Liberation!

The crowd pop as suddenly, Devon Drummond runs out from gorilla and down the ramp to make the save - but GARRET FISCHER is right behind him and takes him out with an elbow to the back of the head! Laughing, Rigg throws the chair out of the ring, and Fischer catches it! THWACK! Fischer takes out Drummond on the outside! THWACK! A second shot with the steel chair for good measure! Fischer drops the chair and Rigg exits the ring, together the two of them make their way up the ramp, laughing together as Synth City Thrillers reel from the assault.

Phoenix: Dammit, The Liberation got the last laugh with weapons and low blows! Just goes to show how pathetic they are!
Roberts: And that sucks for Synth City, but the show must go on! We heard recently how The Supergroup are filming a documentary, well, earlier today, they had their first official meeting with director Brad Croft!

We cut to a pre-recorded segment. All six members of The Supergroup are squashed inside a dingy office, with nicotine stains all up the walls. Behind the decrepit desk is a man with a "BRAD CROFT" name card sitting in front of him. He is puffing away at a cigarette, and there's a full-to-the-brim ashtray on the desk.

Croft: Alright ... *puff* ... since the deal is done with 4CW, I thought I'd spend this time ... *puff* just to get to know you guys a bit better. *puff* Now, I've seen some of your TV work, but just so I can know you on a personal level, I just wanna know some basic infor--

Myback coughs.

Croft: Yes?
Myback: Oh - uh, nothing. Just had to cough.
Croft: ... right.

Croft stubs out the cigarette and immediately lights another. *Puff, puff, puff*.

Croft: So, let's start with you *points to Zak E Justice*, tell me about yourself.

Justice: Well, bro... my name is Zak E Justice. I am the leader of The Supergroup, the greatest supergroup in 4CW history.
Croft: What is a supergroup?
Justice: Bro, it's like a super group of people.
Croft: So, like a faction?
Justice: Yeah but like, bro, this is a supergroup.
Croft: ... right. What drives you, Zak?
Justice: Well, it's this dude called Dustin, usually.
Croft: .... *puff* ... *puff* .... ok, let's move on to you *points to Nik Waverly* who are you? Why should I care?
Waverly: I'm Nik. Nik Waverly. I've been with The Supergroup since -

Justice coughs.

Croft: With all due respect, Mr Justice, could you not interrupt Nik. You had your opportunity to speak.
Justice: No, I - *cough* - never mind, bro.
Waverly: I'm an original, started the group with Zak here. Bro, when it was just the two of us, we were at the foot of Mountain Bro. Now, we have our flag standing at the very top.

Rane coughs.

Croft: Guys, gals, can we please be professional here? I'm recording all this, could use it for the documentary - but I can't if *puff* you keep *puff* coughing during the middle of filming. Now, Nik...

The Supergroup all look at each other with dread as Croft continues, as the room continues to fill with smoke and the camera pans out and back to the arena.

Carson: Ladies and gentleman. Boys and girls. I am proud to give you, your NEEEEEEEEEEEEWWW 4CW Heavyweight Champion of the World! JACK .... MAD DOOOOOOOG ... VALENTIIIIINE!!

Roberts: Sounds rehearsed.

"Supernova Goes Pop" by Powerman 5000 hits the PA system. The crowd erupts in a 50/50 mixed reaction, but nevertheless deafening. After a moment, Valentine’s muscle walks out and stand on each side at the top of the ramp. Eventually Valentine emerges and the crowd picks back up their previous reaction. He walks to where the stage meets the top of the ramp and stops. He takes the belt off his shoulder and holds it out in front of him, looking at it. He smiles, shakes his head in disbelief, and then holds it up high for everyone to see. It is at this moment that the pyros explode up and down the entrance ramp. Once they stop, Valentine and company make their way down to the ring.

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen! Your new 4CW World Champion!
Jeffery: Hands down, far and away, the most deserving champion we’ve ever witnessed! Tis a great day!
Roberts: I wouldn’t do that far Ray. He didn’t defeat Paige. He outlasted everyone.
Jeffery: You try to squander his accomplishments. Everyone knew that match was for the title. All 30 of them!

Valentine reaches the bottom of the ramp and walks over to the steel steps. He takes his time walking up and with each step he stops. He either shakes his head, still in disbelief, or waves out to the crowd sarcastically. He finally gets to the top and demands that Michael Carson come and hold the belt for him. He does so after a slight hesitation and then Valentine enters the ring through the middle ropes. He immediately demands the belt back and puts it back in his shoulder. Then he graciously asked for the microphone. Carson hands it over and Valentine slaps him on the back in an “atta boy” tone.

Valentine walks to the center and looks around to the crowd. He can sense the disdain for him over taking any cheers and decides to show off. He struts slowly over to the closest ropes and holds up the title. Almost as if he’s literally rubbing it in to the crowd. The jeers pick up significantly and Valentine dips his head back chuckling to himself. He walks back to the center of the ring with a huge smile on his face he can’t conceal. He then drops the smile and points for his “bodyguards” to patrol the bottom of the ramp. And then turns back to the crowd. He brings the microphone to his lips.

Valentine: To the people of 4CW! To the staff members working vigorously backstage. To the pathetic members of the 4CW roster! To all of the members of management and the fans watching at home! To any alumni, wishing they were me at this very moment! Allow me. To personally. Introduce you. To the 15 years too late, always overlooked, always underestimated. 4CW original, Hall of famer, and brand neeeeeeewwwww 4CW Heavyweight Champion of the World!!!!!

The crowd bombards Valentine in angry loud boos. Valentine grins ear to ear at the reactions. He tried to speak through the noise.

Valentine: Do you have any idea?! Any idea how long I’ve been waiting to tell you morons that?!

The booing continues for several more moments before it dies down long enough for Valentine to speak again.

Valentine: Whether you fools like it or not. I, Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine, am your Champion. This past year, to this point, has been nothing but the Year of the Dog! I won’t run down everything I’ve done this past year. Lord knows you nincompoops need to go home at some point. But I will tell you this.

Another chorus of boos that doesn’t last as long.

Valentine: Not only have I crushed the competition since returning. But I walked into Revival, the Hardcore Champion. And I walked out the Universal Champion. I then walked into Rumble in the Storm the Universal Champion and I walked out... 4CW World Champion!!!

Valentine pauses for a response, probably hoping for respect, instead gets another mixture. A response that is better than the previous few.

Phoenix: Say what you will, but Jack Valentine has a hell of a performance at Rumble in the Storm. Had Supreme not cashed in his Lightning Bottle, Valentine may have walked out a double Champion!

Valentine: Rhys Cain, Witch Hazel, Tommy Young, Brian White, Pilgrim Paige, Supreme. And don’t think I forgot what cheap tactics he has resorted to. To prevent me from becoming a double champion! But regardless, three championships in one years time! Who and what is left!?

Roberts: OK, wait a minute! He hasn’t defeated Paige and 4CW has plenty more to offer!

Valentine: As we all saw earlier, Brian White miraculously defeated Paige to earn a title shot against me. Why don’t we all take a moment and  have a collective laugh together.

Valentine just holds the microphone out to the crowd and gets nearly silence, but a few people make sarcastic laughing noises. Valentine only holds the microphone out for a second.

Valentine: I made him tap out to take his Universal title from him and then defeated him in herotic fashion, in a steel cage, to defend it! What makes you think that he would stand any chance against me now? Now when the stakes have never been higher!? Commissioner Sery is sticking it to you all!

Jeffery: Hard to argue that.
Roberts: Three times the charm Ray. White is the fastest 4CW competitor to win the amount of titles he has, including the 4CW Championship, and be inducted into the Hall of Fame. If anyone can overcome a 2-0 deficit, it’s him!

Valentine: Please be sure to tune into Gallows End. I think I’ll try to end The Freight Train’s career, simply so they stop making me embarrass him. I came up with the greats! I don’t know if I’ve become that good, or if this competition is that poor!

The crowd boos heavily in favor of one of their superstar!

Valentine: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save it! I am ushering in a new Era of 4CW wrestling! So you better get used to it! You’d better get used to seeing this face all over every poster, DVD, commercial, Kimmel, Fallon, Conan, 20/20, E:60, and that big ass TV in Times Square! Let Year 2 of the Dog, be just as miraculous as the first!

As the crowd boos, Valentine music hits and he drops the microphone to the mat. He looks out to the booing crowd and responds by holding the title up high over his head and shouting out. He then flops it back onto his shoulder and slaps the title before slowly leaving, accompanied by his bodyguards.

Phoenix: This capacity crowd is not happy.
Jeffery: They’re not happy because everything Valentine said in that ring tonight. Was 100% true! And the truth hurts!
Roberts: I hate to agree with Ray, but this past year has had Valentine’s fingerprints all over it. And White is 0-2 against him.

We cut backstage where Gabriel Crowe is standing in position in the interview area.

Crowe: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the NEW 4CW Universal Champion, Supreme!

The camera pans over to show Supreme, gleaming with a huge grin on his face, and the 4CW Universal Championship on his shoulder.

Crowe: Supreme, congratulations on not only your 4CW Universal Championship win, but also becoming the third 4CW Grand Slam Champion! My question for you now is, what's next for Supreme?

Supreme: You know what, Gabriel, I'm in such a good mood I'll ignore the stupidity of your question. The 4CW Universal Championship has eluded me for fifteen years. FIFTEEN. Until last month, when I finally captured it. I have now won every championship that matters, and I am the only active Grand Slam Champion in 4CW. So what's next? What's next is the start of the greatest 4CW Universal Championship reign in 4CW history. I've waited fifteen years, and if I have my way, I'll be keeping this belt for fifteen years. So, I'm issuing an open challenge to ANYONE who wants to take me on, for this championship, at Gallows End... but just to give people enough time to make sure they really WANT to step into the ring with the Supreme one, I will issue it officially in the middle of the ring next month!

Supreme turns to the camera.

Supreme: And I suggest anyone who is thinking of accepting my challenge thinks long and hard, so that they understand what they are really getting into. A match with me is a career highlight. Beating me is a special achievement only a few have achieved, and I'm on the roll of my life, so if you accept my challenge, you're going to get the fight of your life - and I expect you to, at least try, and give me the fight of mine.

Supreme nods at Crowe in farewell, and walks out of the frame as we cut to a break.

The camera pans across the packed Principality Stadium, the fans going mental, waving banners and signs. Unsurprisingly for a Welsh crowd anticipating the entry of a home grown superstar, they begin to sing!

Jeffrey: What the Hell!
Roberts: Oh wow, this is something special!
Phoenix: You got that right Roberts, there's a reason they call this country the land of song...

“CALON LAAAAAANN, YN LLAWN DIONI!”

The crowd get so loud the commentary team is forced to silence as the three look around in bewildered awe.

“TECACH YWWW, NAR LILI DLOOOOOSS!
DOES ON CAAAAALON LAN ALL GAAAANUUUUUU!
CANU'R DYYYYDD, A CHAANU'R NOOOOOOOOSSS!!”

The crowd roar as the hymn comes to a close.

Phoenix: This is what you should expect....

As if on cue, the chant begins as maybe a quarter of the crowd shout; OGI OGI OGI!!

Followed by a thunderous OI! OI! OI!!! as the entirety of the 75000+ crowd respond.

Phoenix: Hahaaaa! As I was about to say, this is what you should expect when you come to the home of Welsh Rugby!
Jeffrey: They sure know how to deafen a man, sheesh!
Roberts: Give it a rest, they're having a good time!
Jeffrey: ...... What, did you say somethin' Roberts? I was just imagining a good time... with you're mom!

The crowd settle into the standard WAA-LES, WAA-LES chant as anticipation for the match heightens as Scott Phoenix gently face palms as Jeffrey and Roberts continue their bickering.

“Am I Savage?” by Metallica hits the PA as Glock Nine's video package lights up the titantron. The crowd boo, appreciatively, as the 6'6 giant comes through the curtain onto the stage.

Phoenix: It's been some months since we last saw Glock Nine, but his showing last month at the Rumble in the Storm proved he's lost none of his guile and savagery.
Jeffrey: You got that right! No matter what anyone says, Glock Nine is still one of the most dangerous men in 4CW!
Roberts: But can he keep up with the high flying “Top Gun”?
Jeffrey: Can he keep up? Roberts, all he needs to do is land one solid hit on the runt and he's history!

Carson: On his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 275lbs, GLOOOOCK ... NINE!!

Glock Nine reaches the end of the ramp, completely ignoring everybody, and stalks around to the stairs. Striding up onto the apron, he grasps the top rope and steps over into the ring. He silently stares down the crowd before sliding his jacket off and throwing it at a stage hand. He then goes and stands in a a corner, eyes on the stage and a cruel smirk beginning to cross his features.

The music drops and the crowd begin to jeer and shout at Glock, intensifying as the wait lengthens. Suddenly, the lights drop and the beginning riff to Iron Maiden's “Aces High” blasts over the PA. The crowd roar in delight as the video package transitions and with a burst of pyro, the music kicks into high gear and Tommy Young himself leaps out from the gorilla position, hitting a perfect three point landing. Rising, he does his trade mark target lock pose, centring right on Glock Nine, before dropping his arms and throwing open his flight jacket to show off his Custom Cup Belt.

Carson: And introducing his opponent, from Barry, South Wales, he weighs in at 195lbs. He is the 4CW Custom Cup Champion ... “TOP GUUNNN” .... TOMMYYYYY YOOOUUNNGGGG!!!!

Young makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands and grinning from ear to ear at the adulation of the crowd. He even stops to take a selfie with a couple of kids near the bottom. Glocks eyes visibly role at this display. With a sudden burst of speed, Tommy rockets the last few meters to the ring, launching himself with a blast of pyro, over the top rope into a forward roll, getting back to his feet in a single movement, stopping short and staring down Glock Nine. Keeping his eyes on the big man, Tommy reaches the opposite corner and climbs, unhooking the Custom Cup belt and holding it high. The crowd roar their approval as he jumps down and begins shedding his own jacket.

Roberts: Tommy Young has definitely got the home town advantage here.. HEY!!

As Roberts finishes speaking, and whilst his opponent has his back turned, Glock Nine charges. With a massive shoulder charge, Glock impacts Young right in the small of his back, forcing the wind out of his chest and his body into the corner turnbuckles with a sickening thud!

Jeffrey: You were saying Roberts?! HAH!

With a look of slight panic, referee Jude O'Cater calls for the bell and the match officially begins!

DING! DING! DING!

Seemingly oblivious to this, Glock Nine continues his attack, ramming his shoulder into Youngs back before stepping back and delivers a massive open hand slap to the younger man's back. The impact echoes audibly around the stadium as Tommy arches back, grabbing at his back and grimacing in pain. With an evil chuckle, Glock Nine shoves his victim back into the corner and strikes again, drawing a cry of pain and bringing up a second red welt on Tommy's back. The crowd thunder in fury as the home town hero staggers along the ropes, looking for solace elsewhere.

Grinning openly now with the look of a predator going in for the kill, Glock Nine stalks after Young, bad intentions written all over his body language.

Phoenix: Whatever Glock Nine has planned for Tommy Young, it's not looking good for the home town star!

Reaching Tommy, he grabs his arm, turns him around and hits a massive short arm clothesline, stunning the young man momentarily. Glock looks down at his handy work and chuckles. Bending down he goes to scoop up his fallen prey, but Tommy, in an act of pure instinct, delivers a vicious shin kick to the back of Glocks head!

Roberts: Tommy still has some fight left in him!
Jeffrey: I know you're the president of the Tommy Young fan club, but are you looking for a date too....
Phoenix: Be that as it may, This could be the opening Top Gun needs to get into this match.

Indeed, Tommy delivers a second stinging kick to the head then a third to the back of Glocks right knee, forcing the bigger man back and finally gaining some separation. Tommy, using the ropes as support, climbs back to his feet, stretching out his back a little, the happy go lucky look replaced by a look of pure determination. With a burst of speed, Tommy launches himself forward into a low drop kick, taking the right leg out completely and dropping Glock Nine to hands and knees. Tommy follows through, rolling back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and hits a massive curb stomp to the back of Glocks head.

Jeffrey: Holy hell, I've never seen anyone move so fast!
Phoenix: I don't think Glock knew what hit him there, for sure!

The crowd start up a “HOLY SHIT” chant as Tommy makes his way up to the top rope. Glocks eyes are glazed as he gazes up through the stadium's open roof at the stars just beginning to come out. Tommy meanwhile has reached the top rope. He strikes the Target Lock...

Roberts: Looks like Tommy's gonna try and put this one away already!

And launches himself with a sky high senton bomb!

Phoenix: BOMBS AWAY!!!
Jeffrey: Come on Glock!

Tommy lands with a sickening thud, right into the sternum of Glock Nine! Tommy bounces off, but quickly rolls back on, grabbing at a tree trunk of a leg for a pin.

The ref slides in to count.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!

Tommy is thrust away with conviction as Glock regains some composure to kick out. Tommy bounces his his feet and takes a low crouch, stalking Glock as he uses the ropes to climb back to his feet. Tommy rushes in before Glock has a chance to fully regain his feet, throwing shoot kicks to his legs and back. Glock manages despite this to regain a vertical base but the kicks are unrelenting and surprisingly powerful for such a smaller athlete. Glock is actually forced onto the defensive against the ropes and the ref is forced to come in and break up the assault. Tommy immediately stops and steps back before the ref even starts counting. Even so, Tommy's blood is up now, and he stands bouncing from foot to foot, shaking out his arms as if he were a kick boxer.

Glock lowers his arms from their defensive posture to show a face burning red with rage. Exploding out from the ropes, Glock goes for a wild clothes line, but Tommy Matrix dodges, and Glock flies by, running the ropes again and tries for a shoulder barge, which Tommy simply jumps over. On the second rebound Glock is thundering towards Tommy, who jumps and catches Glocks head between his thighs. Using the built up momentum Tommy throws Glock out of the ring with a massive huricanranna. Glock flies out of the ring, landing hard against the Spanish Announce table. Even Scott flinches as the big man lands within a couple of feet of him.

Glock turns back towards the ring, grimacing and clutching his chest when he impacted the edge of the table. He hears commotion behind him as the Spanish team are hastily retreating and pointing to the ring.

Pedro DeBarros: Muévete del camino! Muévete del camino!
Bertrán Martìez: Mierda! Mierda!

Glock looks back in time to see Tommy diving through the middle and top rope, smashing into him and collapsing the table behind him!

Martìez: ¡Qué inmersión suicida de Tommy Young! ¡Creo que Glock podría haber terminado!

Phoenix: I think Glock might be out of it!
Jeffrey: Yeah, that's what Bertrán just said!

Phoenix eyes Jeffrey dubiously as the crowd roars in approval at the destruction. Tommy even uses Pedro's chair to get back to his feet.

Tommy: Er, sorry about that!
DeBarros: Eet's OK...

Tommy clambers over the destruction and rolls into the ring, breaking the refs count and both Spanish commentators are left to figure out what to do next!

“THIS IS AWESOME” begins it's rounds of the crowd again!

The ref restarts his count as Tommy sits on his haunches, regaining his breath and watching for any sign of movement from Glock Nine.

1!

2!

3!

Glock starts to stir and turns over.

4!

5!

Glock begins to crawl across the rubble.

6!

7!

Glock reaches the apron.

8!

Hand on bottom rope!

9!

Glock, with a mighty heave manages to roll himself into the ring. Tommy shakes his head in disbelief and raises back to his feet.

Glock is on his hands and knees, visibly shaking. Tommy takes this for exhaustion and moves in for the kill. Quick as a snake, Glock Nine throws his hand out and grabs Tommy around the neck before standing to his feet, veins bulging, eyes almost popping from his skull.

Jeffrey: Glock has his second wind, and his opponent at his mercy!

With apparent ease, Glock lifts Tommy one handed into the air and holds him there. Tommy scrabbles at the iron grip around his throat and the ref runs in to start a count.

Phoenix: Amazing strength on display here by Glock Nine, but he has to be careful or he'll be disqualified!

1!

2!

3!

4!

Just before the count of 5 Glock Nine throws Tommy to the matt with a massive choke slam. Tommy bounces halfway across the ring before laying there, coughing. He soon struggles to his feet, but Glock is waiting for him. With a burst of speed, he hits Young with a powerful lariat that has Young spinning through the air to land on his back. With a chuckle Glock Nine drops down and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THR... NO!

Tommy just manages to get a shoulder up! Glock looks down in shock!

Roberts: Never count out Tommy Young! This man is tough as nails!

Tommy rolls towards the ropes, still coughing, as Glock looks on in frustration. Standing, Glock marches forwards and grabs Tommy by the head, jerking him to his feet. With out ceremony, Glock places you young man on his shoulders.

Jeffrey: Top Gun is going for a Last Ride! HOO YAAH!!!

Suddenly, before Glock has got his grip properly, Tommy manages to twist himself around so he's sitting on Glocks shoulders.

Phoenix: What agility! I don't know anyone who could do that in Youngs state!

Tommy locks his heels behind Glocks back and grabs under Glocks chin, pulling back and tensing his thighs around Glocks neck and head.

Roberts: It's the Ejector Seat! Tommy rarely gets to use his submission maneuver! I think Glock might be in trouble!

Glock Nine certainly doesn't realise what's going on until far too late. The pressure begins to increase and Glock tries to pull Tommy's legs apart, but the combination of feel locked behind his back and surprising leg strength makes this a futile gesture. Glock starts to try and throw the smaller man off him, but Tommy's got this locked in tight. Glock Drops to a knee as the strength is sapped from him. In a futile last effort, Glock tries to throw himself back, but from the lower vantage and lack of any real power, all that really happens is a fall onto his back. With a shout, Tommy puts all his strength into pulling Glocks head up, tensing himself to keep his shoulders off the matt.

Phoenix: Glock looks like he's out cold!

The ref thinks so too and lifts an oaken like arm. It falls limply to the ground. The crowd roar. The ref lifts the arm again, and again, the arm drops. The roar grows louder and Tommy, his whole body straining under the effort of the hold adds his voice to that of the crowds.

The ref lifts the arm for the third and last time, holds it for a second, the tattoos on it seeming to stand out for that second. The ref let's go of the arm. It teeters slightly, and then, almost in slow motion, it falls, and impacts on to the matt!

The ref turns and call for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!!

Carson: Your winner, by submission, “TOP GUN!” TOMMY YOOOOOUNG!!

Tommy drops the hold as the crowd go wild and just lies there for a second, before realising his feet are about to go to sleep as they currently have a sleeping giant lying on them. Tommy manages to extricate himself and stands to take in the crowds fanfare as referee Jude O'Cater lifts the young man's arm into the air.

Phoenix: A superbly impressive showing from Tommy Young tonight! The Custom Cup Champion continues his momentum heading into Gallows End. With no challenger currently in sight, one has to wonder what's next for Top Gun?

*“Taking You Down” by Egypt Central begins to play and Umbra Maxima walk out to the stage and immediately head to the ring.*

Phoenix: This is a surprise. Umbra Maxima aren’t scheduled to be out here right now.
Jeffrey: The Tag Team Champions can come out whenever they please.
Roberts: There’s questions about their last victory. Maybe that’s why they’re out here.

*Umbra Maxima get in the ring and Maximilian stands in the center while Elfan goes to the side and demands a microphone. He is handed one by one of the people at ringside and immediately starts talking with it.*

Simtul: All we have heard since the last Stormfront was how it was “unfair” that we got the win amidst all the confusion sown by S&M. That is a repugnant accusation. What is truly unfair is how S&M waltz in here and waltz out of here at their leisure and are just handed what they want when they come back. We have been the most dominant tag team in 4CW for the past year and a half. What has it gotten us? Just defense after defense against tag teams who are not worthy. The only team, to ever take these belts from us was Silent Sorcery and we immediately won them back. We are not the marquee matchups, we are not highlighted on the posters and we were left off of the biggest show of the year! A year after we made our debut if we hadn’t made our presence felt you never would have known we were there! Maximilian and I have been discussing this atrocious miscarriage of justice but Maximilian tells me there is something else to address first.

*Elfan hands the mic to Maximilian who looks a lot calmer than his large associate.*

Yesgill: The fact is we will not just give S&M a rematch against us. No matter the circumstances, the record books reflect a loss for them and a win for us. We know how this world works though. They will not go to the back of the line. They will stand up front complaining to managers, like the lady Karen that they are. Until they get what they want. We demand that S&M prove themselves. If they face the one team, who has bested us, Silent Sorcery, then they may face us again at Gallows End. If not then they don’t. Then they go to the back of the line. Behind Liberation, behind the Synth City Thriller, behind the Crows, behind everyone! No matter who faces us at Gallows End though, we feel that the tag teams here at 4CW haven’t been bringing there best. So since we have almost always been the ones to put something on the line, we’re going to make you take these titles, or stop competing for them.

*Maximilian passes the mic back to Elfan.*

Simtul: That’s right! From now on, if you lose a tag title match against Umbra Maxima, you don’t get any more chances, while we our champions. We have decided that ruling this division is too easy. Wiping it out…there is a challenge. Bring everything you have teams! Because now if you fall under the moon’s shadow, your one goal, falls out of your reach.

*Elfan drops the mic and the two leave the ring.*

Phoenix: Wipe out the tag division? They’re insane.
Jeffrey: They’re the most dominant tag team 4CW has ever seen. This is a declaration of war and I love it!
Roberts: What happens if they succeed?
Phoenix: If they should succeed Roberts, then I think all of 4CW will be poised to fall under the moon’s shadow.

Sery comes out on to the stage with a mic in hand. The crowd pop big for the Hall of Famer. Once the crowd dies down and the music cuts out, he speaks.

Sery: How are you all doing tonight in Wales?!

Huge cheap pop. A "Waaa-les" chant starts up and goes on for some time.

Sery: I'm glad you're all excited and you've had a good time. I'm here to clear up a few things from Rumble in the Storm, as it pertains to Gallows End 2019! For the third year in a row, we're going back to Madison Square Garden for Gallows End! And in the main event of that show, will be the 13 Ghost Gauntlet match! The winner will face the 4CW World Champion, whoever that is, at 4CW Storm Front: WAR III on New Year's Eve! And as we found out tonight, Brian White will take on Jack Valentine one more time, this time, for the biggest prize in the wrestling business. They've been at it inside a steel cage, and it wasn't enough to settle the score. So those two will have a chance to decide what stipulation they want for their match, when they sign the contract next month!

Pop for this announcement.

Sery: The 4CW Tag Team Championship match at Revival was subject to some controversy, since Umbra Maxima, perhaps unbeknownst to them, pinned the illegal man and the referee mistakenly called it. So this means S&M have grounds for a rematch. And of course, Silent Sorcery defeated Synth City at Rumble in the Storm to become #1 contenders. Now I've heard from every tag team in this situation, so the best solution I can think of is, next week, Silent Sorcery will go one on one with S&M! If Silent Sorcery win, they will get their one on one match versus Umbra Maxima at Gallows End! However, if S&M win, they will be added to the match, making it a triple threat!

Another pop.

Sery: Now, as for the 13 Ghost Gauntlet match itself, I have decided *some* of the participants, but not all of them. So you can expect to see Pilgrim Paige, Witch Hazel, Tommy Young, Glock Nine, Phil McGroin and Erica Moxie! The other seven participants are to be determined, so stay tuned for future updates on that and with that, I just want to say, thank --

The lights switch off, plungng the arena into darkness.  A buzz can be heard in the crowd, anticipation for what might be about to begin.

Jeffrey: Ah geez, did we forget to pay the electricity bill again?

The sound of thunder fills the arena. Sery retreats out of the way and out of sight.

Jeffrey: Oh no, an inside storm, the worst kind.

Joining the thunder is the heavy roar of a guitar, and the crowd explodes, recognising the riff.

Phoenix: No way!

Rob Zombie's "Lords of Salem" begins to play over the PA.

Roberts: Is he here?
Jeffrey: No he can't be, this is just a prank, just you watch.

The lights slowly come back on, but dimmed, and casting an eerie red light in the arena.  Mist fills the entraceway and ramp.

Roberts: If this is a prank, then whoever it is is pulling out all the stops.

The roar from the crowd becomes almost deafening as two figures emerge from the mist, a man and a woman.  They stand there on the stage, taking it all in.  Then they make their way down the ramp towards the ring, and it becomes clear that the woman is 4CW backstage interviewer Marie Dubois, and with her is the Lord of the Night himself.

Phoenix: I can't believe it!  Carstein is here!
Roberts: So much for that prank Ray, unless it's someone in a mask.

Carson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, being accompanied by Marie Dubois, 4CW HALL OF FAMER ... CAAAAARSTEEEIN!!

They both climb into the ring. Carstein stands in the middle whilst Marie goes to grab a microphone from the ringside crew.  She passes it to Carstein as the lights come fully on, and the music stops.

Phoenix: It's been such a long time since we've seen Carstein in a 4CW ring. We haven't seen him in over FIVE YEARS!
Roberts: Yeah, I didn't think it would ever happen again.

The pair are both wearing their street clothes: Carstein in a plain black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, dark blue jeans, dark brown leather boots, aviator sunglasses and a black and white paisley bandana with his hair, now flecked with some grey, tied back in a ponytail, Marie with a black Judas Priest t-shirt with a large graphic on the front and a list of tour dates on the back, blue ripped jeans and black boots.

Jeffrey: Hmm, so I guess this is Carstein's American bad ass phase.

Carstein looks around the arena, soaking in the atmosphere and taking everything in. The crowd break out in a deafening "WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!" chant.

Carstein lifts up the microphone, but before he can say anything...

"As I Am" by Dream Theater hits the PA system. Instantly, the crowd turn from joyous excitement to venomous disgust.

Roberts: Uh oh.

Then the man himself, Rhys Cain, appears on stage.

Roberts: This could get VERY ugly!
Jeffrey: Yeah, no shit Sherlock!

If looks could kill, then Cain's would be like the nuclear bomb explosion from Sarah Connor's nightmare in Terminator 2. He is livid, confused and shocked. Not taking his gaze off Carstein, he marches down the ramp.  Carstein drops the microphone, takes off his sunglasses and gives them to Marie.  He indicates to Marie to get out of the ring, just as Cain slides in.

Phoenix: Oh no, we need security out here right now.

Rhys gets to his feet and walks right to Carstein.

Phoenix: Like, right now!

They both stand in the middle of the ring, nose to nose, hate and loathing oozing out from both men as they stare into the eyes of the other. The crowd break into a "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" chant that creates more noise than Cain's music, and when his music stops, the chant is all the more deafening.

Neither man blinks, and neither man moves.

Roberts: You can cut this tension with a knife.
Jeffrey: A knife? You need a chainsaw it's that thick!

A commotion can be heard from the audience which quickly turns into a chorus of boos that rains down on the members of the Black Flame: Zephyris, Bruce Rigg, Garret Fischer and Erica Moxie, as they appear from the crowd, pushing fans out of the way on their dash towards the ring.  Zephyris carries a jerrycan filled with something, and as they hop over the barrier, he drops it to the ground beside the ring.  They each take a ring side, and Carstein and Cain don't pay any attention to them as they climb up onto the ring apron.

Roberts: Carstein's so focused on Cain, I'm not even sure he's aware that he's surrounded.

Marie, standing in front of the commentators' table, screams at Carstein.

Marie: Turn around!  Turn around!

But Carstein doesn't hear, focusing everything on Rhys Cain.  The hatred the pair have for each other gets the better of both men, and the two suddenly lunge, swinging lefts and rights at the other!!

Phoenix: C'mon Carstein, send that son of a bitch straight to hell!

Some referees, backstage agents and security emerge from the back, running towards the ring as the Black Flame step between the ropes and dive at Carstein.  Bruce Rigg grabs Carstein around his waist from behind and hoists him up into the air, bringing him back down onto the mat with a crash as he hits a devastating a German suplex.  Then, like a pack of starving jackals in the Serengeti, the Black Fame are all over Carstein, pounding away at him with fists and kicks.

The refs, agents and security slide into the ring to break up the brawl.  They tug at the members of the Black Flame, yelling at them to leave Carstein alone and to leave the ring.  Cain, who was crouched beside Carstein punching him in the stomach, stands up and turns around.  He swings a punch at a ref, knocking him to the ground, then clotheslines another.  Then the rest of the Black Flame takes out the other refs and agents.  The few left standing bail to the outside for their safety, pulling the odd fallen ref under the bottom rope with them.  With the refs out of action for now, the Black Flame are left to continue their assault on the former 4CW Champion.

Phoenix: 4CW's finest, ladies and gentleman.  Jeez, what's the point of being security or an official if you're too afraid to lay down the law.
Roberts: C'mon Scott, you know the refs aren't trained wrestlers and they can't put themselves in danger.  You're letting your hate for Cain get the better of you.
Jeffrey: Scotty's got a point though!

Marie seems as unimpressed as Phoenix.  Whilst the commotion was going on, she had a quick rummage around under the ring for something useful and found a steel pipe.  With the Black Flame back on Carstein, she slides into the ring under the bottom rope, pipe in hand.  Marie swings her new weapon, and takes out Garret Fischer with a loud SMACK to the back of his head.  Erica Moxie, with lightning reflexes, springs up and takes Marie down with a spear, and she drops the pipe.  Cain tells Zephyris and Rigg to keep on Carstein, and rolls over to Marie.  Then, he grabs her hair, and gets up to his feet, pulling her up with him.

Roberts: Oh now, c'mon!

Cain looks at Marie and smirks.

Roberts: What's he gonna do now?

Marie, looking very pissed off, goes to knee Cain in the nuts.  But the Hall of Famer blocks her knee with his spare hand, then plants a massive kiss on a struggling Marie's lips.

Phoenix: This is sick.

Cain ends the kiss, and lifts his head up, giving a "Whooo!". He then lets go of Marie's hair, and she falls down onto her back.  Cain looks down at her and licks his lips.

The leader of the Black Flame spins around, and motions to the others to lift Carstein up to his feet, whilst Moxie boots Marie under the bottom rope and to the outside.  The refs check on Marie, making sure she's ok after the spear and her nasty landing to the outside.  Back in the ring, a barely conscious Carstein struggles to stand as the Black Flame lift him up, and Cain looks on, laughing.

Cain: C'mon Midnight Aristocrat!

He spreads his arms out.

Cain: C'mon Dark Lord, I thought this ring was meant to be your domain, your kingdom!

Cain spots the steel pipe Marie brought into the ring with her and grabs it, then charges at Carstein, driving the pipe into his face and forehead.  Carstein crumbles to the mat, Cain on top of him.  Cain crawls off of him and gets up onto his knees besides the fallen Carstein, grabs a handful of hair and lifts his head up.  He rips off Carstein's bandana, throwing it away, and blood trickles down Carstein's face from a gash on his forehead, caused from the pipe shot. Cain rubs his hand in the blood oozing from the cut, then smears it across his own face.

Roberts: Jeez, he's using Carstein's blood like warpaint.
Jeffrey: He's doing a Carstein on Carstein!

Cain slams Carstein head down on the mat, and gets up to his feet.  He looks at the rest of the Black Flame.

Cain: Get that piece of shit out of my ring, and we'll end him, once and for all.

The group roughly drag Carstein to his feet, but a massive roar from the crowd stops them.  A figure has emerged from the back, and is sprinting towards the ring.

Jeffrey: Who is that?
Roberts: It's...It's Madeline Phoenix!
Phoenix: No, don't get involved!
Jeffrey: Madeline, this is a war you want no part of!
Roberts: Cain has been tormenting her for weeks, she wants to even the score.

Some of the refs head over towards the bottom of the ramp to stop the charging Madeline Phoenix, but her momentum helps her smash through, and Madeline slides into the ring, then runs at Cain. Before the Hall of Famer can react, Madeline crashes into him, and the two go flying over the top rope and land down hard onto the ground.  The Black Flame drop Carstein, and follow their leader outside the ring.

But Madeline's ready for them all.  She gets to her feet before Cain, then dives into the Black Flame, knocking them all to the ground.

Roberts: Go on Madeline!
Phoenix: Stop egging her on!  She needs to get out of there now while she can! It's not worth it, Maddie!
Jeffrey: Scott, it's weird seeing you bicker with someone other than me for a change.

The refs yell at Madeline and the Black Flame as they brawl all over the ground, but the flying fists, elbows, knees and kicks force them to keep a distance for their safety.  Over on the other side of the ring, Marie decides to help Madeline.  She grabs a steel chair from under the ring, and marches over the brawl.

WHACK!

She swings the chair, smacking against Zephyris' head. The crowd roar.

Roberts: Get 'em girls!

Cain, back on his feet, grabs Marie's chair. The two pull at the chair briefly in a tug of war, but Cain gains the upper hand. He rips the chair out of Marie's hands, then smashes her over the head with it. The crowd boo big time as an unconscious Marie slumps down to the ground.

Roberts: Jesus!

Phoenix stands up and yells at Cain.

Phoenix: THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU?

Cain turns around to face the yelling Phoenix.

Cain: You want some of this, too?

Jeffrey: Scott, c'mon.

The refs try to get at the fallen Marie, but still the brawl between the Black Flame and Madeline keeps them away.  The Black Flame's numbers advantage eventually gets the better of Madeline Phoenix.  Her blows lessen and eventually stop.  She slumps down to the ground, and the Black Flame pound away, until Cain comes over and orders them off.  He glares at the referees, warning them to stay away.

Phoenix: Damn it, just let the refs take her away.

Taking hold of her arm, he drags the weakened and barely conscious Madeline over towards the commentators' table, grinning as he does so.  He drapes her over the table and lifts her head up.

Cain: Hey Maddie, look at Daddy! Look at Daddy!

Then Cain slaps Madeline across the face, hard. The crowd protest in a roar of boos. Furious, Scott Phoenix throws off his headset and dives over the table to get at Cain.

Roberts: Scott, no!
Jeffrey: Damn it, Phoenix - you're retired from the ring!

Cain, laughing, takes a step backwards, causing Phoenix's swinging fists to miss him.  Before Phoenix can recover for a second attack, Cain takes a step closer to him, grabs his shirt by the shoulders and pulls him off the table to the ground.  And there, hammers and punches away.

Cain: C'mon 'en Scott, show me what you're made of!

Cain stands up, dragging Scott Phoenix to his feet, and slams his head into the commentators' table.

Jeffrey: Leave him alone, you know he's not a wrestler anymore!

Rhys Cain, laughing, instead throws Phoenix into the ring apron with an Irish whip.  Phoenix cries out in pain as he collides with the ring.  Cain follows the groggy Phoenix, grabs him and throws him face first into the steel ring post.  Phoenix, busted open from the cold steel, falls to the ground in a heap.  Cain laughs, pleased with his handiwork.  Some of the refs cautiously go to check on Phoenix, wary of Cain.  Still laughing, he lets them.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Carstein gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up.  He sees the Black Flame outside, with the fallen Marie, Madeline and Scott Phoenix.  He runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, comes hurtling back and leaps over the top rope.  Cain, walking back towards the Black Flame, turns and sees Carstein flying through the air.

Roberts: Battered, bruised and bloodied, the Dark Lord rises!

Carstein soars into the Black Flame, knocking them all down.  He quickly bounds up to his feet, adrenaline pumping as the crowd roars.  The members of the Black Flame get up, but the Midnight Aristocrat is ready.  BAM!  Down goes Rigg with a right hook.  POW!  Down goes Fischer with another right.  BIFF!  And another stiff right sends down Zephyris.

Roberts: Carstein's firing on all cylinders!

Cain gets up, and before he can figure out what's going on, Carstein tackles Cain, and drives him back first into the commentators's table.

Jeffrey: No you fool, don't bring him back over here!

Rhys's back arches and he howls in pain as the sharp edge of the table is driven into his lower back.  Carstein stands up straight, and immediately starts hammering away on Rhys with lefts and rights, pounding away at whatever body part he can find.  And the crowd loves it!

Carstein: Motherfucker!  You God damn piece of shit!

The Black Flame recover from Carstein's suicide dive, and rush to help their leader.  Rigg dives into Carstein, hitting a mighty spear.

Roberts: And once again, Carstein's outnumbered and outgunned.

Moxie lands on Carstein with an elbow drop, whilst the others start laying some kicks onto the fallen Hall of Famer.  Rhys pushes himself off the table, and spits some blood onto the floor.  Looking pissed off, he pulls Fischer and Zephyris off of Carstein.  He spins Fischer around, and points over to the side of the ring.  The Rotterdam Raven grins, and dashes over the right side of the ring.  Once there, he picks up the jerrycan dropped by Zephyris earlier.

Roberts: This doesn't look good.

Fischer heads back over to Rhys, who points at the commentators' table, then begins pouring a liquid from the jerrycan over the table.

Roberts: What the?

Then the smell makes it clear what's being poured over the commentators' table.

Roberts: That's gasoline!

The refs realise what it is too.  They try to head over to the commentators' table to stop whatever madness the Black Flame has planned.  But they're ready for them.  Moxie and Rigg, armed with fire extinguishers (ironically) from under the ring, aim the nozzles at the refs and spray, keeping them away.  Coughing, choking and blinded, the refs back off.  Satisfied that Fischer's poured enough gasoline on the table, Zephyris tell him to stop, then pulls some matches from his pocket.

Roberts: Oh Jesus, Ray get out of the- Ray?

Roberts turns around and sees Ray Jeffrey already running for his life through the crowd.  Roberts sighs, throws off his headset then hops the barricade into the crowd as well.  Ringside staff such as the timekeeper and Sarah Loveless back away too, some into the crowd and others towards the refs and the security.

Smiling, Cain grabs the fallen Carstein, hoists him up and drops him onto the ring apron.  He climbs up onto the ring apron, and drags Carstein to his feet, and sets him up ready for a powerbomb.

As the smell of gasoline starts to fill the ringside area, Zephyris lights a match, and throws it onto the commentators' table.  WHOOSH!  The whole table goes up in flames, and an intense heat can be felt in the first few rows behind the table.  Small explosions can be heard as electrical equipment catch fire and explode, such as wires, monitors, phones, tablets and headsets.

The refs yell and scream at Cain, and even some more security and agents come running down the ring from the back.  But the Black Flame are ready, spraying them all with the fire extinguishers, stopping anyone from getting near.  Cain hoists Carstein up into the air onto his shoulders.

Cain: When you see the Devil in Hell, tell 'im Rhys Cain sent you!

Cain throws Carstein with a powerbomb right into the fire and through the commentators' table.

A "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" chant breaks out, echoing deafeningly around the Principality Stadium.

The flames engulf Carstein and explode into a mass ball of orange and red as he smashes through the table, and thick black smoke billows everywhere.  The Black Flame don't protest as the refs dart towards the carnage spraying fire extinguishers onto the fire.  Instead the Black Flame admire their handy work, with Cain standing on the ring apron, holding on to the top rope with his left hand, laughing, the crowd booing and shouting at the group.

"YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!"

Marie, having regained conciousness, sees what's happened and screams, terrified that Carstein might have been burned alive.  Some of the refs check on her, but she shoves them off, telling them to check on Carstein, whilst she starts to cry.  Others check on the battered Madeline, with a bloodied and groggy Scott Phoenix crawling over to her.

Agents yell at Cain, including Sery, who has marched down also, but doesn't get close to Cain. Cain looks around at the carnage and destruction, and smirks wildly. He screams loud enough for the cameras to pick up, "The Black Flame will consume EVERYTHING!"

The commentators are gone, the crowd is raucous, there is bedlam with officials trying to get The Black Flame out of the area as the 4CW logo appears on the bottom third and we fade to black.

Quick Results:
-Brian White defeated Pilgrim Paige to become 4CW World Title #1 Contender
-Reuben Kojo defeated Bruce Rigg
-Tommy Young defeated Glock Nine

Gallows End 2019
Card subject to change.

13 Ghost Gauntlet match
Winner faces 4CW World Champion at WAR III
Pilgrim Paige vs Witch Hazel vs Tommy Young vs Glock Nine vs Phil McGroin vs Erica Moxie vs ??? vs ??? vs ??? vs ??? vs ??? vs ??? vs ??? vs ???

4CW World Championship
Stipulation TBA
Jack Valentine (c) vs Brian White

4CW Tag Team Championships
Umbra Maxima (c) vs Silent Sorcery

4CW Universal Championship
Open Challenge
Supreme vs ???

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Writing Credit:
-Brian White vs Pilgrim Paige: Paige
-Limo/Hummer seg: LHeat
-Sery in office seg: Rhys
-Rigg vs Kojo: Rhys
-Supergroup/Croft seg: Rhys
-Valentine Seg: LHeat
-Supreme interview: Rhys
-Young vs Glock: Gorgrim
-Umbra Maxima Seg: Stingmon
-Sery stage seg: Rhys
-Carstein/Black Flame/Madeline Phoenix seg: Compy

Review Sheet:
-Brian White vs Pilgrim Paige:
-Limo/Hummer seg:
-Sery in office seg:
-Rigg vs Kojo:
-Supergroup/Croft seg:
-Valentine Seg:
-Supreme interview:
-Young vs Glock:
-Umbra Maxima Seg:
-Sery stage seg:
-Carstein/Black Flame/Madeline Phoenix seg:

-Match of the Night:
-Moment of the Night:
-MVP of the Night: