4CW PRESENTS… STORM FRONT JUNE 26th, 2022 LIVE FROM BOSTON, NEW YORK
The crowd roar in appreciation as the dulcet tones of a sitar play across the PA, introducing "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica. The titantron erupts with scenes of Brian White dominating his opponents in various match types, showing the various belts he has held and finally lingering on his victorious celebration over Jack Valentine at Revival XV.
During this, and in time with the music ramping up to it's full tempo, the trio of Brian White, Miss Teri and Tommy Young burst through the curtains onto the stage to a series of bursting fireworks, the noise momentarily overpowering both the music and crowd for a few seconds!
Carson: Introducing at this time, accompanied by "Top Gun" Tommy Young, and Miss Teri, the new 4CW World Champion, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAAIN ... WHIIIIIIITTTEEEE!!!!
The crowd goes wild as Brian White, flanked on either side by his new wife and his protege, holds up the belt that had been draped over his shoulder and beams at the crowd. The three look quite the picture as they stand on the stage, enjoying the moment, White is dressed in an immaculately tailored black suit with a bark red tie adding a splash of colour. Miss Teri looks gorgeous in a strapless black short dress which goes to a point just above her left knee with black stiletto heeled gladiator sandals. And Tommy looks particularly dashing in his suit, similarly tailored to Whites, though his tie is a beep rich blue. The three wouldn't look out of place at the Cheltenham races or a royal gala!
Phoenix: And here he is, our new champion, and I don't think I've ever seen him look so smart! And Ray, please stop drooling over the desk, this is a professional show!
Phoenix chuckles as an agitated huff and some scrambling noises are heard, as well as a hastily stifled laugh. White links arms with Miss Teri and leads the three down to the ring. Tommy takes as many opportunities to slap hands as he can, but White sticks to the middle of the ramp, striding with a confident ease that had been lacking for quite a while. He leads Miss Teri to the ring steps and holds her hand as she climbs them, before stepping up to the apron himself, stands on the bottom rope and pulls up the middle rope, allowing for more space as Miss Teri makes her way into the ring as gracefully as possible under the circumstances.
Tommy, unusually for the energetic young man, climbs through the middle ropes and as usual, White just steps over the top rope. Miss Teri places herself in the centre of the ring and applauds as White Climbs a corner, raising the belt on high again. Tommy climbs the next corner, acting as cheerleader, encouraging the crowd to greater volume, before jumping down and retrieving a microphone and handing it to his friend who is now standing in the centre of the ring, again flanked by his companions.
The music fades but the crowd roars on, Even at one point evolving into a "THANK YOU FREIGHT TRAIN!" chant. White tries to speak a few times but the noise stops him in his tracks.
White: All right, all right, calm down. Thank you, thank you all. Hahaha!
The crowd roars again, but does eventually settle. White looks over the entire arena crowd, taking it all in, the slightest hint of a tear cropping up in the corner of his eye.
White: Thank you. You really don't know what this moment means to me, means to us.
White gestures at Miss Teri and Tommy. The crowd roar again.
White: The past six months have been a crazy time for us. We went from the highest of highs with the run up to our wedding, to the deepest depths of hell, culminating at Revival, where I finally regained my honour, my wife, and the 4CW UNDISPUTED World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd roars again at this proclamation. White wraps his arm around Miss Teri and gives her a brief kiss, just to accentuate the statement.
White: I never truly knew how far someone could, or would go for this belt. Jack Valentine and I had fought and feuded over this belt before, and whilst I didn't manage a win during the period against him, he certainly didn't win every match either! And even then there was a level of honour between us, lines that would not be crossed, like with any other competitor. But Jackie boy threw all that out the window this time.
The crowd boos in anticipation.
White: From trying to steal the woman I love, to brutally assaulting my best friend, all whilst keeping me blackmailed for your own safety, mentally torturing me, trying to break me down, ruin me. You took everything from me, even my dignity, in your effort to break me. And you succeeded.
The crowd loudly proclaims their displeasure at this. Miss Teri comes closer to White, wrapping herself around one of his arms so as to comfort her husband in his tirade.
White: Yeah, you succeeded, you son of a bitch! You took away everything, stripped even my humanity away and left me a broken wreck, gave yourself every advantage whilst gleefully torturing my mind and soul. You left me with nothing! The warmth and comfort of love and friendship were taken and beaten, but there was still something with which I could warm myself, one thing you failed to take from me, and the smallest of comforts on those cold nights, the soul searing, burning hatred that would become your downfall!
White looks at the camera, his face a mask of controlled fury, though his arm is now wrapped protectively around Miss Teri and Tommy has begun pacing the ring agitatedly, feeling the force of emotion his friend is projecting.
White: You awoke something in me that I had tried to bury years before. You saw a glimpse of it when we went for a ride off that titantron. An emotionless monster, a deamon bent on destruction, the very fires of hell given physical form! And everything you took, just made those flames burn stronger and hotter. You took me to the very edge of sanity and I saw the devil himself staring back at me. And so I took you to hell with me. I don't know whether I should thank you or not Jack. I've not felt this powerful for years, but I also know that this deamon can never be reburied. So to the rest of the 4CW locker room, you can thank the Mad Dog for unleashing this deamon upon you!
White pauses for a moment, a look of contemplation coming over his face.
White: And so we come to the here and now. Erica Moxie. You’ve done yourself credit with how you've helped yourself over the last few months. Obviously I could't watch too closely 'cus I was dealing with my own shit. But I have to congratulate you on managing something that many have tried and all have failed before you. You finally got rid of Rhys Cain. I'll fully admit, six months ago, I'd have said to anyone who bet on you that they were crazy, that you were a born loser and that your time here would soon come to an end. But I am glad to say you have proven me wrong.
White, now smiling again, looks out at the 4CW Universe and throws his free arm wide.
White: So, what do you lot say, has Moxie earned a shot at this belt?
The crowd cheer and roar their assent and White cocks a grin at the nearest camera.
White: It looks like I'll be seeing you soon Miss Moxie. I hope you'll be ready!
With that White chucks the microphone at a waiting stage hand and leads his group from the ring, his music starting up again and the noise of the delighted crowd ringing around the arena.
Phoenix: So there you have it, the 4CW Universe wanted it, and so our new champion will give it; White vs Moxie coming tonight in our MAIN EVENT!! Roberts: That's gonna be a clash to look forward to. Erica Moxie has everything to prove and nothing to lose whilst Brian White is again showing that he is, and always will be, a fighting champion! Jeffrey: Where did we find this walking cliche, Scott? God dammit Roberts, no wonder your mom keeps coming back, she must be so damn embarrassed about you!
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Carson: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
”Cowboys From Hell” by Pantera hits the PA system. Jason and Robert Crow step out on stage together to a chorus of boos.
Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 516lbs, the team of Jason and Robert Crow … MURDER OF CROOOOWS!!
Phoenix: The last time we saw Jason Crow, he lost the 4CW Hardcore Championship to Quentin Cosmo at Revival. That match caused the space-time event that jumped us into 2022. It looks like Jason and Robert have now regrouped to try their luck again in the tag division. Roberts: That’s right, and a win for them against the Antivists tonight could do them a world of good.
”Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon hits the PA system. The crowd roars with delight as the two enemies-turned-allies step out on stage together.
Carson: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 507lbs, the team of Lindon Jett and Grant Zaiden … THE ANTIVISTS!!
Phoenix: It was a brutal best-of-seven-series between Jett and Zaiden that culminated at Revival that brought them together. They beat the hell out of each other and in turn, gained a ton of respect for each other. Now, they have aligned with Erica Moxie to form the Antivists! Jeffrey: And their mantra is clear - they don’t give a fuck about the system, they will fight for what they believe in by any costs. Roberts: And it’s a hell of a trio that’s formed, but with Erica Moxie busy in tonight’s main event, we will instead see Jett and Zaiden team up for the very first time!
This match is for the most part a hard hitting brawl. It starts with Grant Zaiden and Jason Crow as the two bigger men on their respective teams lock horns and start unloading brutal shots on each other for the first few minutes. Zaiden gets the first unsuccessful pinfall attempt after he lands a thunderous belly-to-belly release suplex, only getting a two count.
Jason recovers and fights back with a big lariat. He follows it up with a neckbreaker and then makes quick tags with Robert, as they both take turns unleashing kicks and stomps into Zaiden in the corner. Jett tries to hype up the crowd and his partner by stamping on the mat and stretching out as best he can, but The Crows have Zaiden cornered well.
Robert gets a near fall with a Russian Leg Sweep, then tries to drag Zaiden over to his corner to tag in Jason again, but Zaiden gets a second wind and starts to fight back. He takes down Robert with a running clothesline, knocks Jason off the apron with a surprise elbow, and then takes out Robert with a Pumphandle Slam for a close two count.
Seeing his opportunity, Zaiden rushes to his own corner and makes the hot tag to Jett! Jason slides into the ring to get revenge for his cheapshot but runs into a vicious shotgun dropkick from Jett, sending him right back out of the ring. A few Japanese arm drags from Jett to Robert, followed by a snap DDT gets Jett a near fall. Jett sets up Robert for the Jett Lag (Backslide Driver), but Robert breaks free and manages to trip Jett up and lock in the Ankle Lock!!
Jett writhes in pain as he struggles to overcome the hold, but Robert has it in tight! With the ropes being too far away to reach, and Zaiden also being too far to reach, Jett flips forward, reversing the hold and sending Robert through the middle ropes to land on top of Jason! Jett then zooms to the ropes, bounces back and soars through the middle rope, hitting a flying Engine Thrust (European Uppercut) onto Robert on the outside!!
Jett throws Robert back into the ring. Robert recovers quickly and sets up for a Crow DDT, but Jett reverses and hits the JETT LAG!! Jett keeps Robert in position for the cover! ONE … TWO … THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners… THE ANTIVISTS!!
Win-Loss Record: Lindon Jett 3-2 Grant Zaiden 3-2 Jason Crow 1-3 Robert Crow 1-3
Zaiden rolls into the ring from the apron and helps Jett get back to his feet as they celebrate together in the middle of the ring.
Phoenix: A solid first victory for Jett and Zaiden tonight! Murder of Crows are no pushovers, and they certainly gave their power tonight, but The Antivists just had the momentum in their corner! Roberts: And this victory definitely moves up The Antivists’ standing in the tag team division a little! Phoenix: Don’t go anywhere as coming up next we will hear from none other than 4CW HALL OF FAMER LORD SKYWOLF!!
As Jett and Zaiden continue celebrating with the crowd, we cut to an ad break.
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When we return, we cut backstage to the locker room of The Black Flame. Eli Waters is addressing The Liberation and Zephyris as we cut in.
Waters: …At Revival, we suffered a great loss. We lost the man who brought us all together. We lost the man who moulded and shaped us. And it sucks. And there’s no “good” way to move on from it…. But move on we must.
There is a rumbling of murmurs between the other members.
Waters: Hey! We’re all still here, and we’re all still loyal to each other, right?
They all look at each other and nod together.
Zephyris: Right. Rigg: Right. Fischer: Yes
Waters: So what we need to do now is step forward into the future and keep The Black Flame burning. If there’s no objections, I will become the new leader of The Black Flame. And I will do everything I can to embody what Rhys Cain brought to this alliance. And together, we will continue the mission. We will burn 4CW down to the wick and mould the wax in our image.
Waters waits to see if anyone has any objections to him being the new leader but no-one does so he continues.
Waters: The first step of that plan happened at Duskfall, when I won the Lightning in the Bottle match. This grants me a title match whenever, wherever I want. And Erica Moxie thinks she can stroll in after what she did to Cain and beat White for the title? Even if by some miracle she manages to do that, I’ll be right there waiting to take it all away from her!
The Black Flame murmurs in agreement and the conversation becomes less audible before we cut back to the ring.
”A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat hits the PA system. To a raucous ovation, and dressed to the nines in the most-expensive suit, with diamond-encrused cufflinks and buttons, comes the one and only LORD SKYWOLF!
Carson: Please welcome 4CW HALL OF FAMER … LOOOOOORD … SKYYYYYWOLF!!
Skywolf saunters down to the ring, a big ol’ smile plastered on his face.
Phoenix: Well, Skywolf certainly seems to be in a good mood! Roberts: Which is odd, considering he was furious and threatening to sue Sery last time we saw him! Jeffrey: What I wanna know is, where did he get the money for that gorgeous suit?
Skywolf comes down the ramp as people in the crowd bow down to him. He acknowledges them with a grateful nod then rolls into the ring, jumping up to his feet and spreading his arms wide, doing a 360 in the middle of the ring for everyone to see him in his glory.
Skywolf: Thank you all for that most glorious of welcomes!
The crowd pops big for the Hall of Famer.
Skywolf: Life is funny, isn’t it? There I was at Revival, absolutely furious after my hellacious journey back here after my cruise ship vacation went to shit. I confronted Sery and then afterwards I spoke to my lawyer… by which I mean my cousin Larry… about how to sue Sery and bring him down.
A mixed reaction, since the crowd still love Sery too.
Skywolf: Well Larry, bless his heart, he’s an absolute moron but he was all I could afford. However, the one saving grace he had was that he was SO moronic that he actually turned out to be pretty smart. What I didn’t know was before Revival, as a last attempt to try and recoup some of my losses, Larry - oh yeah, he was my accountant too - took all I had left in SeryCoin and invested it in SeryShop NFTs… and I don’t know how exactly this happened but, due to the space-time event, the value of Sery’s NFTs SKYROCKETED.
The crowd cheers with a big “Woooo!”
Skywolf: To cut an extremely fucking long story short, turns out - I’M RICH!!
Another big pop from the crowd, and a “YOU DESERVE IT!” chant breaks out.
Skywolf: You know what? I DO deserve it! Thank you! And also, fuck Sery! I’ve taken my winnings, converted them to ACTUAL CANADIAN DOLLARS, and I’m going on the vacation I was promised.
The crowd continues to cheer. Skywolf kindly waves them down so he can continue.
Skywolf: Will I ever be back? Well, never say never… I will admit I have missed this place, especially you guys… but frankly… I would rather download the contents of Ray Jeffrey’s laptop than ever step foot in a Sery-owned 4CW ring again. So with all that said, thank you and fuck you - I’M OUT!
Skywolf drops the mic and leaves the ring without another word. The crowd is half-bewildered, half-amused at this. They cheer on the Hall of Famer as he takes his triumphant walk up the ramp.
Phoenix: I guess Sery isn’t getting sued after all! Roberts: Things always seem to work out for Sery! Can I have some of his luck? Phoenix: Some of Skywolf’s luck wouldn’t go amiss either! Jeffrey: And for the record, Skywolf has never seen the contents of my laptop! If he did, he’d only see thousands of pictures of James Roberts’ hot mom anyway! Roberts: Thanks for that, Ray… Jeffrey: Anytime, dickwad!
We cut to another break as Lord Skywolf stands triumphant on the stage, throwing hundred dollar bills all around that he had stuffed in his jacket pockets.
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We return to the arena with Michael Carson ready to announce the next match.
Carson: The following contest is a tag team match for the #1 contendership to the 4CW Tag Team Championships scheduled for one fall!
”Roadgame” by Kavinsky hits the PA system. The crowd goes wild for the dangerous, dancing duo as they slide onto the stage with their smooth moves.
Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 454lbs, the team of Reuben Kojo and Devon Drummond… SYNTH CITYYYYYY … THRILLERS!!
Drummond and Kojo shuffle down to the ring, interacting with the fans on the ramp seats as they do so.
Phoenix: It’s always a good time when Synth City Thrillers are around - but make no mistake, they know exactly how important this match is! Roberts: They’ve wanted those 4CW Tag Titles since they arrived in 4CW and tonight they have the opportunity to get a one-way ticket to those titles. Jeffrey: The problem is, to get that ticket, they need to get through the greatest tag team in 4CW history!
”Taking You Down” by Egypt Central hits the PA system. Simtul and Yesgill make their usual entrance on stage but once they start heading down the ramp they waste no time in getting to the ring. Clearly, tonight, they mean business.
Carson: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 485lbs, the team of Elfan Simtul and Maximillian Yesgill… UMBRAAA … MAXIMA!!
Phoenix: And here are that tag team! Elfan Simtul and Maximillian Yesgill! The only four time Tag Team Champions in 4CW history. They have held the titles over those four reigns for a total of 730 days, which is more than double the amount of days than the next team in the list, The Lords of Salem, at 282. Jeffrey: It’s an objective truth that Umbra Maxima are the most dominant team in 4CW history - and I think that domination continues tonight! Roberts: Well, you have to wonder - how much did losing the 4CW Tag Titles to Neon Moon at Revival mess with the headspace of these storied champions? Jeffrey: I dare say not at all! They have won those tag titles four times before, which means they have experience in bouncing back from losing them! That’s what makes them so dangerous - they keep coming back!
After both teams make their way to the respective aprons, the bell rings for the start of the match. Both Simtul and Kojo start this match and start clubbing blows on each other like a pair of wild bears. They continue this trend for a few minutes, first with ear-splitting chops to each others chests which eventually evolve into a downright dirty brawl with brutal elbows, forearms and punches being thrown in a tornado of strikes.
Simtul comes out on top of this lengthy exchange and takes down Kojo with a suplex. He follows this up with a Military Press Slam and King Kojo crashes down to the mat. Simtul covers, but only gets a two count. Simtul sends Kojo to the corner and continues his domination with a Total Eclipse (Stinger Splash) and then a Falling Satellite (Gorilla Press Slam) but still only gets a two count.
Simtul doesn’t relent. He takes chunks out of Kojo with a few ground and pound strikes. He then pulls Kojo to his feet and sets him up for another Falling Satellite. This time, Kojo is able to shift his weight, land on his feet and strike back with a mean forearm. Simtul retaliates with one of his own and then Kojo stuns Simtul with a spinning back fist out of nowhere! Simtul is rocked and eats a KOJO KICK (Spinning Head Kick)!!
Simtul crumbles and Kojo makes the quick cover but of course Yesgill storms the ring and breaks up the count. Drummond comes in to even the odds but Yesgill escapes the ring before Drummond can get a hold of him. While the referee tries to get Drummond out of the ring, Yesgill slides back in and gets Kojo with a few cheeky stomps to the head.
Kojo is still able to get to his feet before Simtul though and he stumbles backwards and makes the tag to Drummond. Drummond runs in at breakneck speed and takes down a sitting Simtul with a vicious series of elbow strikes to the face that he calls Devon’s Demons! With Simtul on the mat and showing no signs of getting up soon, Devon unleashes a standing moonsault and gets a two count! Not satisfied, Drummond grabs Simtul and yanks the bigger man to his feet, hooks him up quickly and succinctly, and hits a snap suplex! He follows this up with an impressive Northern Lights Suplex and holds the position for the cover! ONE … TWO … NO! Simtul kicks out!
Yesgill shouts something over to Drummond. It’s enough to distract him as he charges at Yesgill who swiftly jumps down from the apron. While Drummond points and shouts at him, Simtul recovers from behind, grabs Drummond, and takes him down with a German Suplex! Simtul follows up with a clothesline and when Drummond jumps back up to his feet to continue fighting, he takes him down with a swift BIG BOOT!
Simtul tags in a fresh Yesgill, who immediately climbs the top rope and shows Drummond how to do a moonsault with a beautiful one of his own but only gets a two count! Yesgill continues his domination of Drummond by following up with a dropkick and then a Lunar Lasso (Slingblade). Yesgill covers for another two count.
The Keeper of the Keys fights back and takes out Yesgill with a swift German Suplex! Drummond then hits the It’s Coming Home (Cross-Legged Samoan Driver) and then locks in The Damned, United (Grounded Top Wrist Lock)!! Drummond piles the pressure on Yesgill as he tries with all of his strength to break his wrist while Yesgill screams in agony.
Simtul decides to enter the ring but Kojo is ready. Simtul manages to boot Drummond in the face but that gives Kojo the opportunity to clothesline Simtul right over the top rope, both of them toppling to the ground below! Drummond stumbles to his feet and sees Yesgill recovering, clutching his wrist. He grabs Yesgill and tries to lock in The Padlock (Kimura Lock) but Yesgill swiftly escapes and sweeps the leg of Drummond! Yesgill quickly runs to the apron. As Drummond gets back up, he springboards from the top rope and hits a devastating Booster Descent (Springboard Superman Punch)!! Yesgill covers Drummond as the referee counts ONE … TWO … THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners… UMBRAAAA … MAXIMA!!
Phoenix: Unbelievable! There’s just no stopping them it seems! Umbra Maxima with the win! And that means that they are next in line for a shot at the 4CW Tag Team Titles! Jeffrey: And you know Umbra Maxima have been itching to get those belts back ever since they lost them! Roberts: This has set up a tantalising rematch between Neon Moon and Umbra Maxima down the line - I can’t wait to see it!
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When we return from the break, the titantron is lit up and Sery is sitting in his office on screen.
Sery: We’ve got a huge show next month as Storm Front hosts the fourth annual Rumble in the Storm match. At Storm Front: Rumble in the Storm IV, thirty competitors will compete in the Rumble in the Storm match and the winner will go on to face the 4CW Undisputed World Champion, whoever that may be, at Gallows End! So all I have to say is, enjoy the rest of the show and don’t miss Rumble in the Storm next month, sponsored of course, by SeryShop NFTs! And you already know how valuable these NFTs are, thanks to the earlier announcement of my good friend Wolfie, who made himself rich! That could be you, too! Buy an NFT, watch the Rumble! Adios!
Sery abruptly cuts from the titantron as ”Spider on the Wall” by Magnolia Bayou hits the PA system.
Carson: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, Pink … Tractor! And his opponent… making his way down to the ring from Devil’s Back Bone, Louisiana, and being accompanied by Ol’ Smokey. He weighs in at 275lbs and he is the 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION… DAAAAAARK … LOOOOTUS!!
This match doesn’t last very long. While Pink Tractor is certainly no small man, he stands no chance as he goes up against the 4CW Universal Champion who manhandles the jobber for a painful three minutes with a series of strikes, slams and suplexes. He finally puts Pink Tractor away with a savage Last Ride powerbomb to get a dominant and triumphant ONE … TWO … THREE that the crowd chants along with.
Carson: Here is your winner… DARK … LOOOOTUS!!
Win-Loss Records: Dark Lotus 3-1
Ol’ Smokey rolls into the ring and mumbles a few inaudible words to Dark Lotus as fog begins the envelope the arena again and ”Spider on the Wall” plays… but after a few moments, the music begins to noticeably distort, until it slows to a miserable stop. Lotus frowns as he looks up at the titantron instinctively. The tron begins to show static feedback… and then, it focuses on a dark room with a shadowed figure, barely visible.
???: Dark Lotus. I see you. I’ve always seen you. Seen you exactly for what you are. A man with many faces. A demon with many curses. But most of all, I see that you are a lost soul. And it is my responsibility… to find you… don’t worry Lotus, I’m almost there.
The lights come back on and Dark Lotus looks around at Ol’ Smokey in confusion. They both look completely bewildered by what has taken place as we cut to commercial.
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Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!
”Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon hits the PA system. The crowd reacts raucously to the rebellious anthem as Erica Moxie charges onto the stage and storms down to the ring.
Carson: Introducing first, the challenger, from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 161lbs, THE ANTIVIST … ERICAAAA … MOXIE!!
Phoenix: And here she is! Erica Moxie, one of the most badass competitors to ever step foot in this ring! At Revival she made history by sending Rhys Cain packing from 4CW! Tonight, she looks to make even BIGGER history by becoming the new 4CW Undisputed World Champion! Jeffrey: And I believe that she believes that she’ll do it! But the reality is, she’s going up against someone who is almost literally a Freight Train!
”Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica hits the PA system. Brian White steps out onto the stage, with his title wrapped around his waist, and two of his closest allies standing either side of him.
Carson: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Young and Miss Teri, weighing in at lbs, he is the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION … BRIAAAAAAAN … THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN … WHITE!!
Phoenix: And here he is! The Freight Train! The Deamon! But one name we all know him by is the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION BRIAN WHITE! Roberts: At Revival he ended a war two-years strong with his greatest rival Jack Valentine and finally toppled him from the throne! Now Brian White looks to cement his legacy here in 4CW in his second World Title reign! Jeffrey: And a defence against Erica Moxie would be a damn good first step! Phoenix: That it would but Moxie has made it clear she has no plans to be anyone’s stepping stone! Moxie wants it all and she plans to take it!
White and Moxie stare each other down from opposite sides of the ring as the bell rings. They start to circle each other and then clash in the middle of the ring. White easily wins the lock up and throws Moxie across the ring with relative ease. Moxie gets back up and runs at White. She ducks a clothesline from the big man, comes back from the ropes, and dropkicks him from behind. White stumbles but doesn’t fall. Moxie runs back to the ropes and hits a shotgun dropkick! White falls backwards but the ropes allow him to stay on his feet and he comes back with aplomb, taking out Moxie with a crushing clothesline!
Phoenix: It’s going to take more than a couple of dropkicks for Moxie to take down the big man!
White picks up Moxie and whips her into the corner. He chases after her and takes her down with a clubbing blow, then follows up with a Pavement Slam and hooks the leg! 1…2… Moxie kicks out! White rolls back up to his feet and picks up Moxie, setting her up for a suplex. White lifts Moxie, but she knees him in the head and lands back on her feet. Kick to the gut, she jumps up and grabs White’s head, taking him down with a DDT! Cover! 1…2.. White kicks out!
Roberts: Moxie takes down White, but only gets a two count!
Moxie rushes back to her feet to keep on the attack. She runs to the corner and climbs up to the middle rope, then dives off with an elbow drop! Another cover! 1…2… no! White kicks out! Moxie picks up White and tries to set him up for a Moxie Massacre DDT, but White powers out of her grip and takes down Moxie with a big open hand chop to the chest.
White continues his domination with a suplex and then a fallaway slam! He covers Moxie! ONE … TWO … NO! She gets her shoulder up despite the dominant frame holding her down! Brian White gets back up and drags Moxie to her feet. He continues his domination with a body slam and then he runs to the ropes and attempts a big splash - but Moxie rolls out of the way!
Phoenix: Moxie got herself some breathing room there! Jeffrey: A more apt description I don’t think I can find - because if White had landed on her, I think her breath would have been a hard thing to come by.
White struggles to his feet after the painful landing but Moxie uses the ropes to pull herself up first. Moxie fights the now-kneeling White with a flurry of strikes! She alternates between knife edge chops and right hands at an increasingly vicious pace as she goes!
Phoenix: MOXIE MADNESS!! Jeffrey: White is eating all of those brutal shots!
Moxie finishes with a spinning back elbow which rocks White and almost sends him rolling back to the floor. Moxie grabs White and attempts to finish him off with the Moxie Massacre DDT, but White’s survival instinct comes into play as he suddenly stands up and breaks free of Moxie’s grip!
Jeffrey: Great awareness from White who knew what was coming and put an end to it fast!
Brian White takes down a charging Moxie with a big boot! Finally giving himself a chance to get his breath back, he patiently waits as Moxie gets back to her feet them follows up with a Pavement Slam! He hooks the leg! ONE … TWO … NO!! Moxie kicks out!
Roberts: Such fire! Such resilience!
White goes into the corner and signals it’s time for the RUNAWAY TRAIN! Moxie stumbles to her feet, White charges, but Moxie swiftly sidesteps and sends White crashing into the turnbuckle post!
Phoenix: And Moxie showing just as much awareness as White earlier! This is a great battle!
As White stumbles backwards out of the corner, Moxie spins him around, hooks the arms - MOXIE MASSACRE DDT!!
Phoenix: ERICA MOXIE IS ON FIRE! Jeffrey: I can’t believe this - I think we’re about to see a new World Champion!
She covers White!! ONE … TWO … THR--NO!!! WHITE KICKS OUT!!
Phoenix: Unbelievable! White is still in it! Jeffrey: But look!! MOXIE ISN’T DONE!!
Moxie gets in position to grab White for a second and decisive MOXIE MASSACRE, when suddenly a chair smashes her in the back!! The camera pans to show Eli Waters behind her, brandishing the chair with a crazed look on his face. The referee calls for the bell as he shouts at Waters for his actions.
Carson: Here is your winner, via disqualification, ERICA MOXIE … but STILL the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION, BRIAAAAAN …THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAAAIN … WHITE!!
Win-Loss Records: Erica Moxie 4-1 Brian White 5-1
Phoenix: What the hell?! Waters has just cost Moxie that match! Jeffrey: Ugh! No! Not like this! We were seeing a great contest! Roberts: What a little coward!
The bell continues to ring as Waters smashes Moxie in the back four or five more times. Then, he notices White getting back to his feet, charges over and SMASHES him right in the head! Outside the ring, Tommy Young has been kept at bay by an attacking Rigg and Fischer, who have stomped the hell out of him in a corner with Miss Teri trying to bat them away.
Waters then demands a mic from a ringside assistant.
Waters: I WANT MY TITLE MATCH - RIGHT - NOW!!
The crowd roars in stunned furor!
Jeffrey: WAIT, WHAT?! Phoenix: It looks like Waters is using his Lightning in the Bottle opportunity RIGHT NOW!!
Waters shoves the Lightning in the Bottle into the hands of the referee Jason Trent. Trent looks from it, to Waters, to White. Then he nods, hands the bottle to a ringside assistant, and calls for the bell!!
Phoenix: I guess it’s official! Brian White vs Eli Waters for the 4CW Undisputed Title! I can’t believe this! Jeffrey: And not only has White been through a hellacious match with Erica Moxie, he just got blasted with a chair right in the face!
Waters wastes no time in stomping the hell out of White in any way he can. Finally, when White stops resisting, he picks up the big man, hooks him up and hits a GIGANTIC suplex! Waters then gets up, and waits for White to slowly crawl back to his feet. When he finally does so, Waters runs forward with a BROGUE KICK!!
Phoenix: THE DEATH OF INJUSTICE!! THIS COULD BE IT!! Roberts: No!
Waters covers the 4CW World Champion. Jason Trent counts… ONE … TWO … THRE-- NO!!!! WHITE KICKS OUT!!!
Roberts: Yes! Phoenix: He kicked out! Unbelievable!! Jeffrey: Can ANYTHING put down this monster?!
Waters looks rageful as he gets right back up and sets up for another Death of Injustice. He stands near the ropes, where Moxie is lying on the apron. Suddenly, she comes to life and grabs Waters’ boot, slamming him down face first. Moxie then falls back to the ringside floor. Waters scrambles back to his feet as he notices White getting up. Somewhat rushing, he runs at White - who this time side steps, grabs White - PAVEMENT SLAM!! White stumbles as he gets to his feet, but grabs White, hooks him up into the air and hits a POWERBOMB!!
Phoenix: The champion is still in this fight!
Waters to his credit, gets back to his feet fairly quickly, but all he can do is eat a RUNAWAY TRAIN spear!! White makes the cover!! ONE … TWO … THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner and STIIIIIILLLLL … 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION … BRIAAAAN … WHITE!!
Win-Loss Records: Brian White 6-1 Eli Waters 2-5
Phoenix: Amazing! He has done it! Jeffrey: Yeah, with a little assistance from Moxie! Roberts: Turnabout is fair play, Ray! Jeffrey: SHUT UP, ROBERTS! And it’s Mr Jeffrey to you… or Sir… or Daddy.
Inside the ring, Brian White celebrates as Young and Teri join him. Teri hands him the title and he holds it high in the air. Waters rolls out of the ring and is helped up the ramp by The Liberation.
Moxie sits on the outside, staring up at White. White looks at her and there are some unspoken words passed, then White looks at the hard camera again and raises the belt as we fade to black.
Phoenix: That’s all we have time for! Thanks for joining us, see you next month for Storm Front: Rumble in the Storm IV!! Goodnight!
Writing Credit: Brian White promo: Gorgrim Everything Else: Rhys
Review Sheet: White Promo: Antivists vs Crows: Black Flame backstage: Skywolf Promo: Maxima vs Synth City: Lotus vs Tractor/Mystery Vignette: White vs Moxie/White vs Waters:
4CW PRESENTS… STORM FRONT
JUNE 26th, 2022
LIVE FROM BOSTON, NEW YORK
The crowd roar in appreciation as the dulcet tones of a sitar play across the PA, introducing "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica. The titantron erupts with scenes of Brian White dominating his opponents in various match types, showing the various belts he has held and finally lingering on his victorious celebration over Jack Valentine at Revival XV.
During this, and in time with the music ramping up to it's full tempo, the trio of Brian White, Miss Teri and Tommy Young burst through the curtains onto the stage to a series of bursting fireworks, the noise momentarily overpowering both the music and crowd for a few seconds!
Carson: Introducing at this time, accompanied by "Top Gun" Tommy Young, and Miss Teri, the new 4CW World Champion, BRIAN ... THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAAIN ... WHIIIIIIITTTEEEE!!!!
The crowd goes wild as Brian White, flanked on either side by his new wife and his protege, holds up the belt that had been draped over his shoulder and beams at the crowd. The three look quite the picture as they stand on the stage, enjoying the moment, White is dressed in an immaculately tailored black suit with a bark red tie adding a splash of colour. Miss Teri looks gorgeous in a strapless black short dress which goes to a point just above her left knee with black stiletto heeled gladiator sandals. And Tommy looks particularly dashing in his suit, similarly tailored to Whites, though his tie is a beep rich blue. The three wouldn't look out of place at the Cheltenham races or a royal gala!
Phoenix: And here he is, our new champion, and I don't think I've ever seen him look so smart! And Ray, please stop drooling over the desk, this is a professional show!
Phoenix chuckles as an agitated huff and some scrambling noises are heard, as well as a hastily stifled laugh. White links arms with Miss Teri and leads the three down to the ring. Tommy takes as many opportunities to slap hands as he can, but White sticks to the middle of the ramp, striding with a confident ease that had been lacking for quite a while. He leads Miss Teri to the ring steps and holds her hand as she climbs them, before stepping up to the apron himself, stands on the bottom rope and pulls up the middle rope, allowing for more space as Miss Teri makes her way into the ring as gracefully as possible under the circumstances.
Tommy, unusually for the energetic young man, climbs through the middle ropes and as usual, White just steps over the top rope. Miss Teri places herself in the centre of the ring and applauds as White Climbs a corner, raising the belt on high again. Tommy climbs the next corner, acting as cheerleader, encouraging the crowd to greater volume, before jumping down and retrieving a microphone and handing it to his friend who is now standing in the centre of the ring, again flanked by his companions.
The music fades but the crowd roars on, Even at one point evolving into a "THANK YOU FREIGHT TRAIN!" chant. White tries to speak a few times but the noise stops him in his tracks.
White: All right, all right, calm down. Thank you, thank you all. Hahaha!
The crowd roars again, but does eventually settle. White looks over the entire arena crowd, taking it all in, the slightest hint of a tear cropping up in the corner of his eye.
White: Thank you. You really don't know what this moment means to me, means to us.
White gestures at Miss Teri and Tommy. The crowd roar again.
White: The past six months have been a crazy time for us. We went from the highest of highs with the run up to our wedding, to the deepest depths of hell, culminating at Revival, where I finally regained my honour, my wife, and the 4CW UNDISPUTED World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd roars again at this proclamation. White wraps his arm around Miss Teri and gives her a brief kiss, just to accentuate the statement.
White: I never truly knew how far someone could, or would go for this belt. Jack Valentine and I had fought and feuded over this belt before, and whilst I didn't manage a win during the period against him, he certainly didn't win every match either! And even then there was a level of honour between us, lines that would not be crossed, like with any other competitor. But Jackie boy threw all that out the window this time.
The crowd boos in anticipation.
White: From trying to steal the woman I love, to brutally assaulting my best friend, all whilst keeping me blackmailed for your own safety, mentally torturing me, trying to break me down, ruin me. You took everything from me, even my dignity, in your effort to break me. And you succeeded.
The crowd loudly proclaims their displeasure at this. Miss Teri comes closer to White, wrapping herself around one of his arms so as to comfort her husband in his tirade.
White: Yeah, you succeeded, you son of a bitch! You took away everything, stripped even my humanity away and left me a broken wreck, gave yourself every advantage whilst gleefully torturing my mind and soul. You left me with nothing! The warmth and comfort of love and friendship were taken and beaten, but there was still something with which I could warm myself, one thing you failed to take from me, and the smallest of comforts on those cold nights, the soul searing, burning hatred that would become your downfall!
White looks at the camera, his face a mask of controlled fury, though his arm is now wrapped protectively around Miss Teri and Tommy has begun pacing the ring agitatedly, feeling the force of emotion his friend is projecting.
White: You awoke something in me that I had tried to bury years before. You saw a glimpse of it when we went for a ride off that titantron. An emotionless monster, a deamon bent on destruction, the very fires of hell given physical form! And everything you took, just made those flames burn stronger and hotter. You took me to the very edge of sanity and I saw the devil himself staring back at me. And so I took you to hell with me. I don't know whether I should thank you or not Jack. I've not felt this powerful for years, but I also know that this deamon can never be reburied. So to the rest of the 4CW locker room, you can thank the Mad Dog for unleashing this deamon upon you!
White pauses for a moment, a look of contemplation coming over his face.
White: And so we come to the here and now. Erica Moxie. You’ve done yourself credit with how you've helped yourself over the last few months. Obviously I could't watch too closely 'cus I was dealing with my own shit. But I have to congratulate you on managing something that many have tried and all have failed before you. You finally got rid of Rhys Cain. I'll fully admit, six months ago, I'd have said to anyone who bet on you that they were crazy, that you were a born loser and that your time here would soon come to an end. But I am glad to say you have proven me wrong.
White, now smiling again, looks out at the 4CW Universe and throws his free arm wide.
White: So, what do you lot say, has Moxie earned a shot at this belt?
The crowd cheer and roar their assent and White cocks a grin at the nearest camera.
White: It looks like I'll be seeing you soon Miss Moxie. I hope you'll be ready!
With that White chucks the microphone at a waiting stage hand and leads his group from the ring, his music starting up again and the noise of the delighted crowd ringing around the arena.
Phoenix: So there you have it, the 4CW Universe wanted it, and so our new champion will give it; White vs Moxie coming tonight in our MAIN EVENT!!
Roberts: That's gonna be a clash to look forward to. Erica Moxie has everything to prove and nothing to lose whilst Brian White is again showing that he is, and always will be, a fighting champion!
Jeffrey: Where did we find this walking cliche, Scott? God dammit Roberts, no wonder your mom keeps coming back, she must be so damn embarrassed about you!
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Carson: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
”Cowboys From Hell” by Pantera hits the PA system. Jason and Robert Crow step out on stage together to a chorus of boos.
Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 516lbs, the team of Jason and Robert Crow … MURDER OF CROOOOWS!!
Phoenix: The last time we saw Jason Crow, he lost the 4CW Hardcore Championship to Quentin Cosmo at Revival. That match caused the space-time event that jumped us into 2022. It looks like Jason and Robert have now regrouped to try their luck again in the tag division.
Roberts: That’s right, and a win for them against the Antivists tonight could do them a world of good.
”Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon hits the PA system. The crowd roars with delight as the two enemies-turned-allies step out on stage together.
Carson: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 507lbs, the team of Lindon Jett and Grant Zaiden … THE ANTIVISTS!!
Phoenix: It was a brutal best-of-seven-series between Jett and Zaiden that culminated at Revival that brought them together. They beat the hell out of each other and in turn, gained a ton of respect for each other. Now, they have aligned with Erica Moxie to form the Antivists!
Jeffrey: And their mantra is clear - they don’t give a fuck about the system, they will fight for what they believe in by any costs.
Roberts: And it’s a hell of a trio that’s formed, but with Erica Moxie busy in tonight’s main event, we will instead see Jett and Zaiden team up for the very first time!
This match is for the most part a hard hitting brawl. It starts with Grant Zaiden and Jason Crow as the two bigger men on their respective teams lock horns and start unloading brutal shots on each other for the first few minutes. Zaiden gets the first unsuccessful pinfall attempt after he lands a thunderous belly-to-belly release suplex, only getting a two count.
Jason recovers and fights back with a big lariat. He follows it up with a neckbreaker and then makes quick tags with Robert, as they both take turns unleashing kicks and stomps into Zaiden in the corner. Jett tries to hype up the crowd and his partner by stamping on the mat and stretching out as best he can, but The Crows have Zaiden cornered well.
Robert gets a near fall with a Russian Leg Sweep, then tries to drag Zaiden over to his corner to tag in Jason again, but Zaiden gets a second wind and starts to fight back. He takes down Robert with a running clothesline, knocks Jason off the apron with a surprise elbow, and then takes out Robert with a Pumphandle Slam for a close two count.
Seeing his opportunity, Zaiden rushes to his own corner and makes the hot tag to Jett! Jason slides into the ring to get revenge for his cheapshot but runs into a vicious shotgun dropkick from Jett, sending him right back out of the ring. A few Japanese arm drags from Jett to Robert, followed by a snap DDT gets Jett a near fall. Jett sets up Robert for the Jett Lag (Backslide Driver), but Robert breaks free and manages to trip Jett up and lock in the Ankle Lock!!
Jett writhes in pain as he struggles to overcome the hold, but Robert has it in tight! With the ropes being too far away to reach, and Zaiden also being too far to reach, Jett flips forward, reversing the hold and sending Robert through the middle ropes to land on top of Jason! Jett then zooms to the ropes, bounces back and soars through the middle rope, hitting a flying Engine Thrust (European Uppercut) onto Robert on the outside!!
Jett throws Robert back into the ring. Robert recovers quickly and sets up for a Crow DDT, but Jett reverses and hits the JETT LAG!! Jett keeps Robert in position for the cover! ONE … TWO … THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners… THE ANTIVISTS!!
Win-Loss Record:
Lindon Jett 3-2
Grant Zaiden 3-2
Jason Crow 1-3
Robert Crow 1-3
Zaiden rolls into the ring from the apron and helps Jett get back to his feet as they celebrate together in the middle of the ring.
Phoenix: A solid first victory for Jett and Zaiden tonight! Murder of Crows are no pushovers, and they certainly gave their power tonight, but The Antivists just had the momentum in their corner!
Roberts: And this victory definitely moves up The Antivists’ standing in the tag team division a little!
Phoenix: Don’t go anywhere as coming up next we will hear from none other than 4CW HALL OF FAMER LORD SKYWOLF!!
As Jett and Zaiden continue celebrating with the crowd, we cut to an ad break.
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When we return, we cut backstage to the locker room of The Black Flame. Eli Waters is addressing The Liberation and Zephyris as we cut in.
Waters: …At Revival, we suffered a great loss. We lost the man who brought us all together. We lost the man who moulded and shaped us. And it sucks. And there’s no “good” way to move on from it…. But move on we must.
There is a rumbling of murmurs between the other members.
Waters: Hey! We’re all still here, and we’re all still loyal to each other, right?
They all look at each other and nod together.
Zephyris: Right.
Rigg: Right.
Fischer: Yes
Waters: So what we need to do now is step forward into the future and keep The Black Flame burning. If there’s no objections, I will become the new leader of The Black Flame. And I will do everything I can to embody what Rhys Cain brought to this alliance. And together, we will continue the mission. We will burn 4CW down to the wick and mould the wax in our image.
Waters waits to see if anyone has any objections to him being the new leader but no-one does so he continues.
Waters: The first step of that plan happened at Duskfall, when I won the Lightning in the Bottle match. This grants me a title match whenever, wherever I want. And Erica Moxie thinks she can stroll in after what she did to Cain and beat White for the title? Even if by some miracle she manages to do that, I’ll be right there waiting to take it all away from her!
The Black Flame murmurs in agreement and the conversation becomes less audible before we cut back to the ring.
”A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat hits the PA system. To a raucous ovation, and dressed to the nines in the most-expensive suit, with diamond-encrused cufflinks and buttons, comes the one and only LORD SKYWOLF!
Carson: Please welcome 4CW HALL OF FAMER … LOOOOOORD … SKYYYYYWOLF!!
Skywolf saunters down to the ring, a big ol’ smile plastered on his face.
Phoenix: Well, Skywolf certainly seems to be in a good mood!
Roberts: Which is odd, considering he was furious and threatening to sue Sery last time we saw him!
Jeffrey: What I wanna know is, where did he get the money for that gorgeous suit?
Skywolf comes down the ramp as people in the crowd bow down to him. He acknowledges them with a grateful nod then rolls into the ring, jumping up to his feet and spreading his arms wide, doing a 360 in the middle of the ring for everyone to see him in his glory.
Skywolf: Thank you all for that most glorious of welcomes!
The crowd pops big for the Hall of Famer.
Skywolf: Life is funny, isn’t it? There I was at Revival, absolutely furious after my hellacious journey back here after my cruise ship vacation went to shit. I confronted Sery and then afterwards I spoke to my lawyer… by which I mean my cousin Larry… about how to sue Sery and bring him down.
A mixed reaction, since the crowd still love Sery too.
Skywolf: Well Larry, bless his heart, he’s an absolute moron but he was all I could afford. However, the one saving grace he had was that he was SO moronic that he actually turned out to be pretty smart. What I didn’t know was before Revival, as a last attempt to try and recoup some of my losses, Larry - oh yeah, he was my accountant too - took all I had left in SeryCoin and invested it in SeryShop NFTs… and I don’t know how exactly this happened but, due to the space-time event, the value of Sery’s NFTs SKYROCKETED.
The crowd cheers with a big “Woooo!”
Skywolf: To cut an extremely fucking long story short, turns out - I’M RICH!!
Another big pop from the crowd, and a “YOU DESERVE IT!” chant breaks out.
Skywolf: You know what? I DO deserve it! Thank you! And also, fuck Sery! I’ve taken my winnings, converted them to ACTUAL CANADIAN DOLLARS, and I’m going on the vacation I was promised.
The crowd continues to cheer. Skywolf kindly waves them down so he can continue.
Skywolf: Will I ever be back? Well, never say never… I will admit I have missed this place, especially you guys… but frankly… I would rather download the contents of Ray Jeffrey’s laptop than ever step foot in a Sery-owned 4CW ring again. So with all that said, thank you and fuck you - I’M OUT!
Skywolf drops the mic and leaves the ring without another word. The crowd is half-bewildered, half-amused at this. They cheer on the Hall of Famer as he takes his triumphant walk up the ramp.
Phoenix: I guess Sery isn’t getting sued after all!
Roberts: Things always seem to work out for Sery! Can I have some of his luck?
Phoenix: Some of Skywolf’s luck wouldn’t go amiss either!
Jeffrey: And for the record, Skywolf has never seen the contents of my laptop! If he did, he’d only see thousands of pictures of James Roberts’ hot mom anyway!
Roberts: Thanks for that, Ray…
Jeffrey: Anytime, dickwad!
We cut to another break as Lord Skywolf stands triumphant on the stage, throwing hundred dollar bills all around that he had stuffed in his jacket pockets.
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We return to the arena with Michael Carson ready to announce the next match.
Carson: The following contest is a tag team match for the #1 contendership to the 4CW Tag Team Championships scheduled for one fall!
”Roadgame” by Kavinsky hits the PA system. The crowd goes wild for the dangerous, dancing duo as they slide onto the stage with their smooth moves.
Carson: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 454lbs, the team of Reuben Kojo and Devon Drummond… SYNTH CITYYYYYY … THRILLERS!!
Drummond and Kojo shuffle down to the ring, interacting with the fans on the ramp seats as they do so.
Phoenix: It’s always a good time when Synth City Thrillers are around - but make no mistake, they know exactly how important this match is!
Roberts: They’ve wanted those 4CW Tag Titles since they arrived in 4CW and tonight they have the opportunity to get a one-way ticket to those titles.
Jeffrey: The problem is, to get that ticket, they need to get through the greatest tag team in 4CW history!
”Taking You Down” by Egypt Central hits the PA system. Simtul and Yesgill make their usual entrance on stage but once they start heading down the ramp they waste no time in getting to the ring. Clearly, tonight, they mean business.
Carson: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 485lbs, the team of Elfan Simtul and Maximillian Yesgill… UMBRAAA … MAXIMA!!
Phoenix: And here are that tag team! Elfan Simtul and Maximillian Yesgill! The only four time Tag Team Champions in 4CW history. They have held the titles over those four reigns for a total of 730 days, which is more than double the amount of days than the next team in the list, The Lords of Salem, at 282.
Jeffrey: It’s an objective truth that Umbra Maxima are the most dominant team in 4CW history - and I think that domination continues tonight!
Roberts: Well, you have to wonder - how much did losing the 4CW Tag Titles to Neon Moon at Revival mess with the headspace of these storied champions?
Jeffrey: I dare say not at all! They have won those tag titles four times before, which means they have experience in bouncing back from losing them! That’s what makes them so dangerous - they keep coming back!
After both teams make their way to the respective aprons, the bell rings for the start of the match. Both Simtul and Kojo start this match and start clubbing blows on each other like a pair of wild bears. They continue this trend for a few minutes, first with ear-splitting chops to each others chests which eventually evolve into a downright dirty brawl with brutal elbows, forearms and punches being thrown in a tornado of strikes.
Simtul comes out on top of this lengthy exchange and takes down Kojo with a suplex. He follows this up with a Military Press Slam and King Kojo crashes down to the mat. Simtul covers, but only gets a two count. Simtul sends Kojo to the corner and continues his domination with a Total Eclipse (Stinger Splash) and then a Falling Satellite (Gorilla Press Slam) but still only gets a two count.
Simtul doesn’t relent. He takes chunks out of Kojo with a few ground and pound strikes. He then pulls Kojo to his feet and sets him up for another Falling Satellite. This time, Kojo is able to shift his weight, land on his feet and strike back with a mean forearm. Simtul retaliates with one of his own and then Kojo stuns Simtul with a spinning back fist out of nowhere! Simtul is rocked and eats a KOJO KICK (Spinning Head Kick)!!
Simtul crumbles and Kojo makes the quick cover but of course Yesgill storms the ring and breaks up the count. Drummond comes in to even the odds but Yesgill escapes the ring before Drummond can get a hold of him. While the referee tries to get Drummond out of the ring, Yesgill slides back in and gets Kojo with a few cheeky stomps to the head.
Kojo is still able to get to his feet before Simtul though and he stumbles backwards and makes the tag to Drummond. Drummond runs in at breakneck speed and takes down a sitting Simtul with a vicious series of elbow strikes to the face that he calls Devon’s Demons! With Simtul on the mat and showing no signs of getting up soon, Devon unleashes a standing moonsault and gets a two count! Not satisfied, Drummond grabs Simtul and yanks the bigger man to his feet, hooks him up quickly and succinctly, and hits a snap suplex! He follows this up with an impressive Northern Lights Suplex and holds the position for the cover! ONE … TWO … NO! Simtul kicks out!
Yesgill shouts something over to Drummond. It’s enough to distract him as he charges at Yesgill who swiftly jumps down from the apron. While Drummond points and shouts at him, Simtul recovers from behind, grabs Drummond, and takes him down with a German Suplex! Simtul follows up with a clothesline and when Drummond jumps back up to his feet to continue fighting, he takes him down with a swift BIG BOOT!
Simtul tags in a fresh Yesgill, who immediately climbs the top rope and shows Drummond how to do a moonsault with a beautiful one of his own but only gets a two count! Yesgill continues his domination of Drummond by following up with a dropkick and then a Lunar Lasso (Slingblade). Yesgill covers for another two count.
The Keeper of the Keys fights back and takes out Yesgill with a swift German Suplex! Drummond then hits the It’s Coming Home (Cross-Legged Samoan Driver) and then locks in The Damned, United (Grounded Top Wrist Lock)!! Drummond piles the pressure on Yesgill as he tries with all of his strength to break his wrist while Yesgill screams in agony.
Simtul decides to enter the ring but Kojo is ready. Simtul manages to boot Drummond in the face but that gives Kojo the opportunity to clothesline Simtul right over the top rope, both of them toppling to the ground below! Drummond stumbles to his feet and sees Yesgill recovering, clutching his wrist. He grabs Yesgill and tries to lock in The Padlock (Kimura Lock) but Yesgill swiftly escapes and sweeps the leg of Drummond! Yesgill quickly runs to the apron. As Drummond gets back up, he springboards from the top rope and hits a devastating Booster Descent (Springboard Superman Punch)!! Yesgill covers Drummond as the referee counts ONE … TWO … THREE!!
Carson: Here are your winners… UMBRAAAA … MAXIMA!!
Win-Loss Records:
Elfan Simtul 3-2
Maximillian Yesgill 3-2
Devon Drummond 1-4
Reuben Kojo 1-4
Phoenix: Unbelievable! There’s just no stopping them it seems! Umbra Maxima with the win! And that means that they are next in line for a shot at the 4CW Tag Team Titles!
Jeffrey: And you know Umbra Maxima have been itching to get those belts back ever since they lost them!
Roberts: This has set up a tantalising rematch between Neon Moon and Umbra Maxima down the line - I can’t wait to see it!
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When we return from the break, the titantron is lit up and Sery is sitting in his office on screen.
Sery: We’ve got a huge show next month as Storm Front hosts the fourth annual Rumble in the Storm match. At Storm Front: Rumble in the Storm IV, thirty competitors will compete in the Rumble in the Storm match and the winner will go on to face the 4CW Undisputed World Champion, whoever that may be, at Gallows End! So all I have to say is, enjoy the rest of the show and don’t miss Rumble in the Storm next month, sponsored of course, by SeryShop NFTs! And you already know how valuable these NFTs are, thanks to the earlier announcement of my good friend Wolfie, who made himself rich! That could be you, too! Buy an NFT, watch the Rumble! Adios!
Sery abruptly cuts from the titantron as ”Spider on the Wall” by Magnolia Bayou hits the PA system.
Carson: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, Pink … Tractor! And his opponent… making his way down to the ring from Devil’s Back Bone, Louisiana, and being accompanied by Ol’ Smokey. He weighs in at 275lbs and he is the 4CW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION… DAAAAAARK … LOOOOTUS!!
This match doesn’t last very long. While Pink Tractor is certainly no small man, he stands no chance as he goes up against the 4CW Universal Champion who manhandles the jobber for a painful three minutes with a series of strikes, slams and suplexes. He finally puts Pink Tractor away with a savage Last Ride powerbomb to get a dominant and triumphant ONE … TWO … THREE that the crowd chants along with.
Carson: Here is your winner… DARK … LOOOOTUS!!
Win-Loss Records:
Dark Lotus 3-1
Ol’ Smokey rolls into the ring and mumbles a few inaudible words to Dark Lotus as fog begins the envelope the arena again and ”Spider on the Wall” plays… but after a few moments, the music begins to noticeably distort, until it slows to a miserable stop. Lotus frowns as he looks up at the titantron instinctively. The tron begins to show static feedback… and then, it focuses on a dark room with a shadowed figure, barely visible.
???: Dark Lotus. I see you. I’ve always seen you. Seen you exactly for what you are. A man with many faces. A demon with many curses. But most of all, I see that you are a lost soul. And it is my responsibility… to find you… don’t worry Lotus, I’m almost there.
The lights come back on and Dark Lotus looks around at Ol’ Smokey in confusion. They both look completely bewildered by what has taken place as we cut to commercial.
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Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!
”Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon hits the PA system. The crowd reacts raucously to the rebellious anthem as Erica Moxie charges onto the stage and storms down to the ring.
Carson: Introducing first, the challenger, from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 161lbs, THE ANTIVIST … ERICAAAA … MOXIE!!
Phoenix: And here she is! Erica Moxie, one of the most badass competitors to ever step foot in this ring! At Revival she made history by sending Rhys Cain packing from 4CW! Tonight, she looks to make even BIGGER history by becoming the new 4CW Undisputed World Champion!
Jeffrey: And I believe that she believes that she’ll do it! But the reality is, she’s going up against someone who is almost literally a Freight Train!
”Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica hits the PA system. Brian White steps out onto the stage, with his title wrapped around his waist, and two of his closest allies standing either side of him.
Carson: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Young and Miss Teri, weighing in at lbs, he is the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION … BRIAAAAAAAN … THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAIN … WHITE!!
Phoenix: And here he is! The Freight Train! The Deamon! But one name we all know him by is the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION BRIAN WHITE!
Roberts: At Revival he ended a war two-years strong with his greatest rival Jack Valentine and finally toppled him from the throne! Now Brian White looks to cement his legacy here in 4CW in his second World Title reign!
Jeffrey: And a defence against Erica Moxie would be a damn good first step!
Phoenix: That it would but Moxie has made it clear she has no plans to be anyone’s stepping stone! Moxie wants it all and she plans to take it!
White and Moxie stare each other down from opposite sides of the ring as the bell rings. They start to circle each other and then clash in the middle of the ring. White easily wins the lock up and throws Moxie across the ring with relative ease. Moxie gets back up and runs at White. She ducks a clothesline from the big man, comes back from the ropes, and dropkicks him from behind. White stumbles but doesn’t fall. Moxie runs back to the ropes and hits a shotgun dropkick! White falls backwards but the ropes allow him to stay on his feet and he comes back with aplomb, taking out Moxie with a crushing clothesline!
Phoenix: It’s going to take more than a couple of dropkicks for Moxie to take down the big man!
White picks up Moxie and whips her into the corner. He chases after her and takes her down with a clubbing blow, then follows up with a Pavement Slam and hooks the leg! 1…2… Moxie kicks out! White rolls back up to his feet and picks up Moxie, setting her up for a suplex. White lifts Moxie, but she knees him in the head and lands back on her feet. Kick to the gut, she jumps up and grabs White’s head, taking him down with a DDT! Cover! 1…2.. White kicks out!
Roberts: Moxie takes down White, but only gets a two count!
Moxie rushes back to her feet to keep on the attack. She runs to the corner and climbs up to the middle rope, then dives off with an elbow drop! Another cover! 1…2… no! White kicks out! Moxie picks up White and tries to set him up for a Moxie Massacre DDT, but White powers out of her grip and takes down Moxie with a big open hand chop to the chest.
White continues his domination with a suplex and then a fallaway slam! He covers Moxie! ONE … TWO … NO! She gets her shoulder up despite the dominant frame holding her down! Brian White gets back up and drags Moxie to her feet. He continues his domination with a body slam and then he runs to the ropes and attempts a big splash - but Moxie rolls out of the way!
Phoenix: Moxie got herself some breathing room there!
Jeffrey: A more apt description I don’t think I can find - because if White had landed on her, I think her breath would have been a hard thing to come by.
White struggles to his feet after the painful landing but Moxie uses the ropes to pull herself up first. Moxie fights the now-kneeling White with a flurry of strikes! She alternates between knife edge chops and right hands at an increasingly vicious pace as she goes!
Phoenix: MOXIE MADNESS!!
Jeffrey: White is eating all of those brutal shots!
Moxie finishes with a spinning back elbow which rocks White and almost sends him rolling back to the floor. Moxie grabs White and attempts to finish him off with the Moxie Massacre DDT, but White’s survival instinct comes into play as he suddenly stands up and breaks free of Moxie’s grip!
Jeffrey: Great awareness from White who knew what was coming and put an end to it fast!
Brian White takes down a charging Moxie with a big boot! Finally giving himself a chance to get his breath back, he patiently waits as Moxie gets back to her feet them follows up with a Pavement Slam! He hooks the leg! ONE … TWO … NO!! Moxie kicks out!
Roberts: Such fire! Such resilience!
White goes into the corner and signals it’s time for the RUNAWAY TRAIN! Moxie stumbles to her feet, White charges, but Moxie swiftly sidesteps and sends White crashing into the turnbuckle post!
Phoenix: And Moxie showing just as much awareness as White earlier! This is a great battle!
As White stumbles backwards out of the corner, Moxie spins him around, hooks the arms - MOXIE MASSACRE DDT!!
Phoenix: ERICA MOXIE IS ON FIRE!
Jeffrey: I can’t believe this - I think we’re about to see a new World Champion!
She covers White!! ONE … TWO … THR--NO!!! WHITE KICKS OUT!!
Phoenix: Unbelievable! White is still in it!
Jeffrey: But look!! MOXIE ISN’T DONE!!
Moxie gets in position to grab White for a second and decisive MOXIE MASSACRE, when suddenly a chair smashes her in the back!! The camera pans to show Eli Waters behind her, brandishing the chair with a crazed look on his face. The referee calls for the bell as he shouts at Waters for his actions.
Carson: Here is your winner, via disqualification, ERICA MOXIE … but STILL the 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION, BRIAAAAAN …THE FREIGHT TRAAAAAAAAIN … WHITE!!
Win-Loss Records:
Erica Moxie 4-1
Brian White 5-1
Phoenix: What the hell?! Waters has just cost Moxie that match!
Jeffrey: Ugh! No! Not like this! We were seeing a great contest!
Roberts: What a little coward!
The bell continues to ring as Waters smashes Moxie in the back four or five more times. Then, he notices White getting back to his feet, charges over and SMASHES him right in the head! Outside the ring, Tommy Young has been kept at bay by an attacking Rigg and Fischer, who have stomped the hell out of him in a corner with Miss Teri trying to bat them away.
Waters then demands a mic from a ringside assistant.
Waters: I WANT MY TITLE MATCH - RIGHT - NOW!!
The crowd roars in stunned furor!
Jeffrey: WAIT, WHAT?!
Phoenix: It looks like Waters is using his Lightning in the Bottle opportunity RIGHT NOW!!
Waters shoves the Lightning in the Bottle into the hands of the referee Jason Trent. Trent looks from it, to Waters, to White. Then he nods, hands the bottle to a ringside assistant, and calls for the bell!!
Phoenix: I guess it’s official! Brian White vs Eli Waters for the 4CW Undisputed Title! I can’t believe this!
Jeffrey: And not only has White been through a hellacious match with Erica Moxie, he just got blasted with a chair right in the face!
Waters wastes no time in stomping the hell out of White in any way he can. Finally, when White stops resisting, he picks up the big man, hooks him up and hits a GIGANTIC suplex! Waters then gets up, and waits for White to slowly crawl back to his feet. When he finally does so, Waters runs forward with a BROGUE KICK!!
Phoenix: THE DEATH OF INJUSTICE!! THIS COULD BE IT!!
Roberts: No!
Waters covers the 4CW World Champion. Jason Trent counts… ONE … TWO … THRE-- NO!!!! WHITE KICKS OUT!!!
Roberts: Yes!
Phoenix: He kicked out! Unbelievable!!
Jeffrey: Can ANYTHING put down this monster?!
Waters looks rageful as he gets right back up and sets up for another Death of Injustice. He stands near the ropes, where Moxie is lying on the apron. Suddenly, she comes to life and grabs Waters’ boot, slamming him down face first. Moxie then falls back to the ringside floor. Waters scrambles back to his feet as he notices White getting up. Somewhat rushing, he runs at White - who this time side steps, grabs White - PAVEMENT SLAM!! White stumbles as he gets to his feet, but grabs White, hooks him up into the air and hits a POWERBOMB!!
Phoenix: The champion is still in this fight!
Waters to his credit, gets back to his feet fairly quickly, but all he can do is eat a RUNAWAY TRAIN spear!! White makes the cover!! ONE … TWO … THREE!!
Carson: Here is your winner and STIIIIIILLLLL … 4CW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION … BRIAAAAN … WHITE!!
Win-Loss Records:
Brian White 6-1
Eli Waters 2-5
Phoenix: Amazing! He has done it!
Jeffrey: Yeah, with a little assistance from Moxie!
Roberts: Turnabout is fair play, Ray!
Jeffrey: SHUT UP, ROBERTS! And it’s Mr Jeffrey to you… or Sir… or Daddy.
Inside the ring, Brian White celebrates as Young and Teri join him. Teri hands him the title and he holds it high in the air. Waters rolls out of the ring and is helped up the ramp by The Liberation.
Moxie sits on the outside, staring up at White. White looks at her and there are some unspoken words passed, then White looks at the hard camera again and raises the belt as we fade to black.
Phoenix: That’s all we have time for! Thanks for joining us, see you next month for Storm Front: Rumble in the Storm IV!! Goodnight!
Quick Results:
-The Antivists defeated Murder of Crows
-Umbra Maxima defeated Synth City Thrillers (4CW Tag Title #1 Contendership)
-Dark Lotus defeated Pink Tractor
-Erica Moxie defeated Brian White © via DQ; White retains the 4CW Undisputed World Championship.
-Brian White © defeated Eli Waters to retain the 4CW Undisputed World Championship (Lightning in the Bottle cash in)
Writing Credit:
Brian White promo: Gorgrim
Everything Else: Rhys
Review Sheet:
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Antivists vs Crows:
Black Flame backstage:
Skywolf Promo:
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Lotus vs Tractor/Mystery Vignette:
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