4CW Storm Front - January 26, 2020

January 26, 2020
4CW Presents... Storm Front
Live from Portland, Oregon - Moda Center
Att: 10, 334

The opening video package plays alongside the theme for Storm Front, "Never Back Down" by Hyro the Hero. After the video finishes, we cut to the live arena. The Portland crowd go wild as our commentators welcome us to the show.

Phoenix: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to 4CW Storm Front! The first Storm Front of the decade, and we've got a huge show tonight! I'm Scott Phoenix, joined as ever by Ray Jeffrey and James Roberts! Ray, why don't you tell the folks at home what they have to look forward to tonight?
Jeffrey: You know I'd love to, Scotty!
Phoenix: Don't call me Scotty. Ever.
Jeffrey: Right you are, Scott-o. Tonight, Madeline Phoenix will take on Carstein! These two went to war TOGETHER last month, but now they face off! The winner? They'll be going to Revival, right to the main event, against 4CW World Champion Jack Valentine!
Roberts: But that's not all we have tonight! The 2020 Soul Survivor Tournament continues! One team will be eliminated tonight, but who will it be? And what have Young and White chosen as the stipulation for this round?
Phoenix: And if all that isn't enough, there's more! Tonight, brand new Universal Champion Pilgrim Paige will team with her old ally Witch Hazel, to take on the Supreme and the new Custom Cup Champion, Phil McGroin!
Roberts: With two champions on either side of that match, a win for either side could put one of them in contention for the other side's belt!
Phoenix: And to kick us off tonight, we're going to hear from one half of tonight's main event...

The lights in the arena dim down, and the crowd buzzes in anticipation for who might be coming out.

Phoenix: Before you say anything Ray, we have paid our electricity bills.  This is someone's entrance.  Look, the entranceway's filling with mist.

And Phoenix is right, a white mist appears and covers the stage and ramp.  Rattle Them Chains by Wayne Murray plays and the figure of Carstein emerges from the mist.

Phoenix: And here he comes, Satan's Outrider!
Jeffrey: And with new music!
Roberts: He was eliminated from the War match, but Carstein was on the winning team, and gets a shot later on tonight at becoming the Number 1 Contender for the 4CW Championship.

Walking a bit slower than usual owing to some aches and pains at War, Carstein wades through the mist and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.  He winces slightly as he stands up, but ignores the pain as he beckons for a microphone.  A ringside crewman passes him a microphone, and Carstein stands in the middle of the ring as the lights come back on and the music stops.

Carstein: After eleven and a half long years, I stepped back inside the War cage.  And just like eleven and a half years ago, it was brutal.  It was violent.  It was bloody.  It was complete and utter carnage.  This time last year, I really did not think I'd be back in there.  Surrounded by the unforgiving steel of that demon, hearing the wails and cries of its victims.

But our paths have a habit of taking us to unexpected destinations.  And mine took me into being one of those victims.  I'm man enough to admit that I didn't survive the War match.  I fought, but eventually I fell.  The brutality and violence got the better of me.  But, despite this, my team won.  The Black Flame was vanquished.  They were beaten but not extinguished, their embers still smolder but they're no longer a concern of mine.  Instead, my attention's drawn to a new foe.  To my team captain at War, Madeline Phoenix.

Phoenix: Hey c'mon, where's this going?
Roberts: Easy, Scott.
Jeffrey: *munches and crunches*
Roberts: Are you eating popcorn?
Jeffrey: I've got the feeling that things are about to get interesting.

Carstein: Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate Madeline.  I respect her, she's a hell of a wrestler and she's done a great job since joining 4CW.  And by winning the War match, she's ensured her name will be immortalised.  But right now, she's in the wrong place at the wrong time as she's standing right in the way between me and the 4CW World Heavyweight Championship.  Or I should say, my 4CW World Heavyweight Championship, as I never lost it.  I wasn't pinned and I didn't submit.  By rights, it's still mine.

Jeffrey: He's got a bit of a point I guess.
Roberts: And it could cause things to get ugly.

Carstein: Madeline, we've been on the same side against Rhys Cain and the Black Flame.  We've fought in the trenches together.  We've bled together, we've won together.  But I'm not a sentimental person.  When it's time to do business, all of that means nothing.  The past stays in the past and later on tonight, I will not hesitate to do what I need to do.  And Jack, you better keep my belt warm for me because after tonight, I'll be coming to get what's mine.

Carstein drops the microphone leaves the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.  He winces again slightly as he stands, then walks up the rampway.

Roberts: Carstein's words could cause some trouble here in 4CW.
Jeffrey: Good, I love me a good tussle!
Roberts: And a good tussle is what we'll get later on tonight when Carstein and Maddie Phoenix go one on one for a chance to face the Champ at Revival.

We go backstage, where Zak E Justice is in the locker room. He's grinning, with the 4CW Hardcore Championship on his shoulder, shades on his head and phone in his hand. Someone comes through the door and he jumps up, but his face relaxes when he sees it's only Nik Waverly.

Waverly: So bro, I did it.
Justice: What, bro?
Waverly: I fired that Brad Croft guy. He ruined our documentary. He didn't have any footage of our glorious victories. Do you know how much success we have had? And he didn't capture ANY of it.
Justice: Yeah, bro. Anyone who isn't able to make stars out of us, well... they be trippin', because we're ALREADY superstars!
Waverly: *nods and grins* Bro... so, how does it feel to be Hardcore Champ again?
Justice: It feels...... right, you know, bro?

They fist bump.

Waverly: So, what are you doing tonight?
Justice: Probably just gonna split, bro. You know what it's like with this belt, gotta keep movin'!

They fist bump again, because why not, and we cut to commercial.

When we return, Zak E Justice is seen rushing through the hallway, heading for the parking lot. He has his belt on his shoulder, and a case trailing behind him. As he turns the corner, into the hallway leading to the parking lot, Brian White appears out of nowhere, wiping out Justice with a DEVASTATING clothesline. There's a lot of grunting and screaming as Justice is launched across the hallway. White slams him through the double doors leading to the parking lot.

Phoenix: Looks like it's time for Justice to pay for his sins!

Justice scrambles to his feet, limping as he does so, trying to escape White. He hides behind a red pick up trick and sighs a breath of relief. He is grateful to realise he is still clutching his belt.

???: Nice and peaceful here, isn't it?

Justice turns and sees Tommy Young, before laughing and sighing an exasperated sigh. Young has a delightful grin on his face as he waits for the penny to drop for Justice. The realisation dawns on Justice's face when he looks at Young again, realising who he is. He jumps up and scrambles backwards, only to fall right into Brian White's lap. White grabs Justice and LAUNCHES him into the windshield of the red pick up truck, shattering the window instantly.

Justice rolls off the bonnet and crumbles on the concrete. White grabs the Hardcore belt and lays it on top of Justice.

White: There is a bright side to all this, boyo. I'm not after the Hardcore Title tonight... so you can keep hold of it... that is, if you can actually keep hold of it!

White turns to the camera.

White: As for the Soul Survivor tonight, there's a trainyard not far from here! Well, more of a train graveyard really! That's where we're going! No Holds Barred. First team to be pinned is eliminated. Last two teams go to war in last man standing rules! CAIN! I want you to know, I'm coming for you.

White chuckles and pats Young on the shoulder and they both strut away to prepare for their match coming up next.

Zak E Justice grumbles and moans as he tries to recover from the ambush, when suddenly, someone smothers him with a cover! A ref appears! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

The new champion stands up... it's Mark Redman!

Win-Loss Record:
Mark Redman 1-0
Zak E Justice 1-1

Phoenix: Mark Redman is the new Hardcore Champion!
Jeffrey: I didn't even know he was still employed!

Redman whoops and cheers as he holds the title high, bragging about his incredible achievement to a bewildered referee. He then runs back INTO the building.

Roberts: Well, no-one ever accused Redman of being the sharpest tool in the box.

Mere moments after he gets back inside the building, Redman is swarmed by a mop head, which slaps him right in the face. Janitur rolls up Redman! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Win-Loss Record:
Mark Redman 1-1
Janitur 1-0

Phoenix: Well, that's that! Janitur is the new Hardcore Champion!
Roberts: And unlike Redman, he has the sense to run!

Janitur does indeed run away, but not before stopping to mop up some spilled coffee near the merch stands.

When we return from the break, we are in a deserted trainyard. Dilapidated trains and carts are scattered around. A dusty control room is padlocked and cobwebbed. Brian White is sitting on top of a stone monument of some kind, eroded and unreadable. Young is standing next to him, shivering.

Young: You had to choose an outdoor stipulation... in January?
White: Ah, don't whinge, Tommy! Soon as the fighting starts, your blood will be pumping! And look, here come some foes.

In the foggy haze of the night, two figures emerge. Tsukiko Mizuno and Oki-Kira stand within ten feet of White and Young and wait, without a word.

White: Nice to see you. Looks like some of us are running late.
Yesgill: Oh, we have arrived exactly at the right time, under the moon's shadow.

Elfan Simtul and Maximillian Yesgill come into view. White visually tenses at the sight of his opponent late last year.

Senecca: This party isn't starting without us, right?

Senecca and Meyer emerge from another shadowy corner and the four teams look around at each other, counting in turn.

White: Only one team left.
Meyer: And you know them, they do like to keep people waiting.
Cain: Now, now, boys... it's not polite to speak about your coworkers behind their backs.

Cain and Bonham come into view, just behind them come Bruce RIgg and Garret Fischer of The Liberation, and all six teams stand in a makeshift circle, illuminated by some distant street lights and a flickering, rusty old lamp by the control room.

Senecca: You're still looking a bit banged up, Cain.
Meyer: A month later.
Senecca: Madeline Phoenix really did a number on you, eh?
Cain: I've had better days. So will you, after this.

Senecca and Meyer look at each other and share a chuckle. White steps forward.

White: You know what, Tommy?
Young: What's that, Bri?
White: I'm tired of talking.

White launches at Cain and Bonham and takes them both down on the concrete with a double clothesline. Chaos ensues all around. Umbra Maxima launch into a frenzied brawl with The Liberation. Silent Sorcery find themselves fending off an attack by S&M. White grabs Cain and launches him into a steel mesh fence. Bonham comes from behind with a blow to the back of White. White stumbles and Bonham throws a few more shots. Bonham sets up White for a DDT - but the big man breaks free, grabs Bonham and delivers a crushing headbutt!

Phoenix: We're off and running in this Trainyard Massacre match! White is in his element!
Jeffrey: The rules are simple - fuck the rules! But seriously, the first team to be pinned will be eliminated from Soul Survivor, and the last two teams will go Last Man Standing to decide a winner and chooser of the next round's stipulation!

The Liberation, having fought off Umbra Maxima temporarily, both jump on White, to try and help their leader. White takes a bit of a beating, until someone whistles from above! Bruce Rigg and Garret Fischer both look up - to see Tommy Young on top of a train! He jumps down and takes them both out with a DIVING CROSSBODY! The three of them tumble on the gravel. Young gets a nasty graze on his left forearm.

Phoenix: You've gotta be careful in this type of match! That floor is literally concrete and gravel! It will not be kind to your body!
Roberts: Just goes to show what these guys are willing to do to advance in this tournament!

Cain and Bonham don't give The Liberation a second of thought, instead deciding to recuperate while they have the chance. White grabs Fischer, hooks him up and POWERBOMBS him right on top of Rigg! White looks around and grabs a loose, large steel panel laying on the ground, before resting it gently on top of the fallen Liberation and pushing down on it for leverage to pin them both!!

ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Phoenix: Well, that was fast! Brian White and Tommy Young are not messing around tonight! The Liberation are gone, which means they are out of this tournament! The remaining teams will battle it out for the stipulation of the next round!

White lifts the steel panel and kicks The Liberation away, before turning and directing Young towards their next target: Cain and Bonham. They make a beeline for them, but suddenly are taken out as Yesgill and Simtul come charging in from the blind side. Simtul clubs down on White's back, while Yesgill whips Young into a pile of cardboard boxes and trash bags. Young tumbles through the wet and dirty bags and comes out the other side with a grimace. As Yesgill approaches, Young launches forward with an uppercut that rocks Yesgill. Young then hooks up Yesgill and snap suplexes him into the same pile of trash bags!

Phoenix: Well, if they didn't already need a shower, they do now!

White breaks free of Simtul's grip and claps him on both sides of the head with each hand. This seriously disorientates Simtul, who stumbles around, and White charges and takes him out with a SPEAR!!

Phoenix: Runaway Train!! WHITE IS UNSTOPPABLE TONIGHT!

White hooks the leg of Simtul! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Simtul kicks out!

Jeffrey: Takes some resolve to kick out of that! Simtul must be completely winded right now!

Senecca grabs White and pulls him off of Simtul, and then whips him into the wall of the control room. White stumbles from the wall and walks right into the path of Senecca, who takes him out with a belly-to-belly on the concrete! Senecca covers White! ONE ... TWO ... Tommy Young breaks the count! Young manages to take out Senecca with a low dropkick, but when he gets up, Dirk Meyer is ready to strike! He lifts up Young with a scoop slam, and slams him right on top of Brian White! Before Meyer or Senecca can pin White, however, Yesgill and Simtul are back on the scene!

Simtul grabs Meyer and takes him out with a backbreaker! Senecca fights off Yesgill and takes him out with a clothesline. Simtul turns his attention to Senecca, and takes him out with a Big Boot! Simtul pins Senecca! ONE ... TWO ... kickout!

Phoenix: Frenetic action from all the different teams here! What absolute chaos!
Roberts: And it's only going to get more brutal the longer it goes!

When it seems everyone is laid out, the Tag Team Champions, who haven't been seen for a while, appear again. Oki-Kira is standing next to a train, and looking up. We soon see that Tsukiko is up top!

Phoenix: What does The Sea Witch have planned here?!

Tsukiko screams, and then dives off - hitting a FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH - and landing on Senecca! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Oki-Kira helps his tag partner up to her feet as Meyer stumbles over to check on his partner. Tsukiko and Kira sign some tactics among themselves, and then turn their attention to Clyde Bonham, who is up and approaching, with some kind of metal pole in his hands. He swings the pole wildly, and both members of Silent Sorcery swiftly sidestep in each direction. Bonham turns his attention to Kira and grabs his foot, after Kira attempted a superkick. Tsukiko appears behind Bonham and grabs his head, screaming shrilly and directly into his ear canal!

Phoenix: Siren Song! That's enough to discombobulate anyone!

Bonham covers his ear, letting go of Kira's foot and dropping the pole. Oki-Kira takes out Bonham with a second attempt at a superkick!

Roberts:[ Kado Kick from Kira! He could have Bonham beat right here!

Oki-Kira covers Bonham, but suddenly Cain is behind Tsukiko with the metal pole in hand! He thwacks it across her back and Kiko crumbles with an agonised wail. Kira rushes back to his feet, but Cain is quicker, and wraps the pole across Kira's throat, in a makeshift sleeper hold!

Phoenix: Oh my god! Absolutely brutal move by The Black Flame! I expected nothing less from that asshole!
Roberts: Yeah, but Kira is in big trouble if he doesn't find a way out of this soon!

Kira writhes around, struggling for breath, trying to worm his way out of Cain's grip by any means neccesary. Eventually he settles for stomping hard on Cain's right foot, which relinquishes the hold. Kira then takes Cain out with a standing dropkick! Cain falls to his knees and Kira lands roughly on the concrete. It takes him a moment to gather himself, and then he sets up and charges forward for the KINSHASA! BUT CAIN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

With the second wind blowing, Cain wastes no time in running at Kira and taking him out with the BUSAIKU KNEE KICK!

Phoenix: Rhys Cain with DRAGON RAGE! Unfortunately, I expect this night is over for Silent Sorcery!

Cain hooks the leg of Kira! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Phoenix: We're down to three teams! Cain and Bonham, White and Young and Umbra Maxima! One of these teams will choose next round's stipulation, but who will it be?

Cain and Bonham regroup as they look around. All four members of the other two teams are coming back to themselves, getting back up to their feet or catching their breath. There's a moment where all three teams are standing in a triangle, with debris all around them and trains bordering the area. Then, they all charge forward into yet another chaotic flurry.

White grabs Cain by the head and rams him hard, FACE FIRST into a TRAIN WINDOW! The window shatters and Cain crumbles. Bonham sees this and piefaces Young away to jump on the back of White, but White flips Bonham off his back and he lands hard on the gravel. Before White can pin the now bloody Cain, Simtul suddenly lifts him up from BEHIND! INCREDIBLY, Simtul lifts White in position for the SHADOW HAMMER! BOOM! HE EXECUTES IT PERFECTLY!

Tommy Young runs in and superkicks Simtul, sending him falling into a metal railing. Young turns around - and EATS a superkick himself, from Yesgill!! Yesgill goes over and covers White! ONE ... TWO ... THREE!! White kicks out, but just a second too late!

Phoenix: We're down to two teams! Cain and Bonham and Umbra Maxima, which means it's now down to Last Man Standing rules! If any member of either team is unable to answer a ten count, that team will be eliminated!

Immediately, the referee starts to count out Cain and Bonham. Bonham gets to his feet at three, and Simtul charges. Simtul takes out Bonham with a clothesline, but Bonham knows he is against the clock, and finds the strength to get back up as the referee gets to six for Cain. Simtul charges again, but Bonham sidesteps, and throws SImtul into the railing. Yesgill jumps on Bonham's back, but Bonham wriggles him off, and spins around, taking out Yesgill with a forearm! With the referee at 9, Bonham quickly scoops up Cain and leans him against the railing, breaking the count just in time!

Roberts: Rhys Cain is in a really bad way! If it wasn't for Bonham's quick thinking, the match would have been over right there!

Bonham picks up Simtul, but Simtul elbows his way out of Bonham's grip. He then grabs Bonham and lifts him up on to his shoulders, for another Shadow Hammer! Bonham wriggles free however, and hits Simtul in the back of the head with a mean elbow!

Phoenix: Simtul will feel that in the morning, I'm sure!
Jeffrey: Bonham can't fight both of these off forever though!

Yesgill chops Bonham twice, and then hooks him up for a suplex. Bonham blocks the lift, and reverses, hitting a suplex of his own!! By some sheer dumb luck, Yesgill's fall is blanketed by a pile of rubbish. Bonham gets back up to his feet, hoping the referee can start a count and he can win, but Simtul is suddenly back to his feet! Simtul approaches Yesgill, so Bonham, with a frustrated sigh, meet Simtul and the two start exchanging lefts and rights!!

Roberts: Pure carnage right now!

Simtul gets the better of the strikes, and Bonham falls to one knee - when suddenly, out of nowhere, Cain is BACK! A crimson mask exemplifying the rage on his face, he smashes Simtul in the back of the head with the metal pole used earlier, and Simtul falls like a sack of potatoes!

Phoenix: Oh my god! That's enough! He could have killed Elfan Simtul with that shot!

The referee starts to count, looking quite disturbed at what he's seen. 1...2....3...4...5...6...7...Yesgill scrambles to his feet and realises the situation, but Bonham is ready to stop him. Yesgill fights with a flurry of punches and strikes, but Bonham holds his ground... 8...9...10!!

Phoenix: And that's it! It's all over!

Carson: Here are your winners, RHYS CAIN ... and CLYDE BONHAM!!

Win-Loss Records:
Rhys Cain 1-0
Clyde Bonham 1-0
Brian White 1-2
Tommy Young 1-1
Bruce Rigg 0-1
Garret Fischer 0-1
Oki-Kira 0-1
Tsukiko Mizuno 0-1
Senecca 0-1
DIrk Meyer 0-1
Elfan Simtul 0-1
Maximillian Yesgill 0-1

The second the match is over, Bonham allows Yesgill to get past him and see to his partner. Bonham approaches Cain and talks to him, checking if he is OK, with the amount of blood that's pouring down his face. Cain grins and tells Bonham, "Fine and dandy."

Then suddenly, Cain turns and grabs Yesgill. Yesgill scrambles but Cain kicks him in the balls! Cain then grabs Yesgill again and throws him into the wall of the control room and Yesgill crumbles.

Bonham raises a brow. Cain shrugs.

Phoenix: Jesus Christ! Once again, Cain has to just keep adding insult to injury! He can't help himself! He makes me sick!
Jeffrey: Like it or not, Cain and Bonham are the winners! That means next month, at Battle in the Bayou, the stipulation will be one that Cain and Bonham have chosen!
Roberts: This match started with the elimination of The Liberation from the tournament, and it could have went further south from there for Cain, but has ended in the best possible way for Cain and Bonham!

Cain and Bonham leave as doctors rush in to check on Yesgill and Simtul. The camera fades as we cut to commercial.

Phoenix: That's right! Senecca and Dirk Meyer will join Chris Crow and Alexandre in the 4CW Hall of Fame, Class of 2020!
Jeffrey: And that also makes Senecca the third 2-time 4CW Hall of Famer!
Phoenix: This may be one of the most prestigious classes in history! Congratulations, S&M!!

Janitur and the rest of his group jump into a blue cleaning van. Janitur closes the door on everyone, minus Senecca and Meyer, who are likely still in the trainyard and still don't know of their just announced Hall of Fame induction. Janitur heads for the driver's door when suddenly, he is yanked from behind and rolled up. ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Nik Waverly pops up, grabbing the belt and running off, celebrating with whoops and cheers.

Win-Loss Records:
Janitur 1-1
Nik Waverly 1-0

Phoenix: Looks like Waverly is a little smarter than Justice, and Janitur tonight!

Carson: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall!

The arena lights go out, as well as the 4CWTron, leaving everything in pitch black. A thick layer of purple fog begins to envelope the stage and ramp. Through the haze, at centre stage, three coloured flames appear—blue at stage right, purple at centre and a greyish-white at stage left. All at once, the flames go out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation―and in familiarity. Out of the darkness, three fireworks matching the aforementioned colours ascend and go off overhead, combining into a colourful trail of sparks. The crowd pops. Spotlights dance about the arena as the opening lines of Draconian's "Heavy Lies the Crown" sound out over the PA system. Kinsey Kane, Pilgrim Paige and Witch Hazel walk, side-by-side, to the edge of the stage to a huge pop and a lot of crowd chatter about this entrance!

Jeffrey: Throwback!
Phoenix: An unexpected treat, to be sure.

Paige's entrance video plays over the 4CWTron during all this, but then switches to Hazel's carnival scenes and..

"Inked in Blood" takes command of the speakers, and Hazel breaks from the group to go run along the barricade, slap some hands and slide into the ring on her own. She seems in high spirits tonight, and has decided to wear the "huntress" attire she normally reserves for PPVs.

Carson: Introducing first, from Everywhere... and Nooooowhere.... weighing in at 128lbs... WITCH ... HAAAZEL!!!

In the ring, Hazel just does her own thing, hanging out in a corner and listening to the crowd.

Next, "The Astral Dialogue" kicks in, prompting Kinsey and Paige to make their way down the ramp, hand-in-hand. Paige, in her go-to attire, proudly wears her new Universal Title around her waist. Interestingly, Kinsey is wearing a cropped leather jacket, a cropped black sports top, colourful lycra leggings and short black wrestling boots.

Carson: And her tag team partner, accompanied by Kinsey Kane and weighing in at 134lbs... the reigning 4CW Universal Champion... PILGRIM PAAAIIIGE!!!

At the bottom of the ramp, they pick up speed and, without releasing each others' hands, slide and rotate their way into the ring so that both are propped up face-to-face on the canvas. The pair then rises from the mat and shares a group howl with the crowd before Kinsey heads out to ringside. Paige briefly raises her championship belt high in the air, then joins Hazel's side. The lights return to normal.

Phoenix: Witch Hazel seems to be in good spirits tonight. It may well be because she finds herself teaming up with one of her oldest friends, tonight.
Jeffrey: They've had a complicated relationship, but when it's all said and done, I think they can do something big here tonight if they work together.
Phoenix: Pilgrim Paige is coming strong off a Universal Title win at Storm Front: WAR III, where she defeated the former champion, and one of her opponents tonight, Supreme!
Jeffrey: The Golden Pilgrim is back, baby! And now she carries the title of Triple Crown Champion!

"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA. The crowd cheer a little, out of endearment, but mostly boo the 4CW Custom Cup Champion Phil McGroin as he saunters out, with Camera Man in front of him, capturing his every move.

Carson: And introducing their opponents, first, from Helston, England, weighing in at 14 stone, he is The Man Who Once Made A Cow Tap Out and the NEEEEW 4CW Custom Cup Champion... PHIL ... MCGROOOIN!!

McGroin is very clearly heard shouting "you're damn right, I am!". He waits on the stage as his partner's music hits. "Good Times" by Finger Eleven hits the PA system and out comes Supreme! He has a sour look on his face and he stares a hole through Pilgrim Paige in the ring.

Carson: And introducing his partner, from Supremeville, USA, weighing in at 240lbs, 4CW Hall of Famer... SUPREEEME!!

Supreme says something to McGroin that the camera don't pick up and he nods. Then, they both head down to the ring, McGroin no longer laughing and smiling but focused on the task ahead. They get into the ring and both teams take their corners. Supreme decides he will start the match, as does Hazel. Supreme shakes his head and he points out Paige, telling her he wants to face her first. Paige nods and hands over her Universal Title to a ringside assistant, before stepping into the ring.

Phoenix: Looks like we're starting this match with a rematch from WAR, Pilgrim Paige vs Supreme!

The bell rings and both competitors collide in the middle of the ring with a lock up. Supreme is quite easily able to overpower the Universal Champion, and transitions into a headlock. Paige struggles for a few moments, but then slips out and locks Supreme in a headlock of her own. Supreme is out of it before Paige can even apply pressure though, and he grabs her from behind and whips her into the corner of the ring. Supreme runs at Paige for some kind of move but she lifts a boot and sends him stumbling back. Paige lifts herself up onto the second rope, and jumps from the corner to take down Supreme with a double axe handle!

Phoenix: Pilgrim Paige has battled Supreme many times over the years now. She's learned all of his tricks, and in doing so has undoubtedly come up with some clever ways to exploit them.
Jeffrey: But Supreme has made a career of adapting to his opponents. If anyone can switch up his well-scouted tactics on a whim, it's this man!

Supreme stumbles back up to his feet and Paige sends him to the ropes. She takes him down with a standing dropkick on the rebound and covers him. 1...2... kickout! Pilgrim Paige grabs Supreme and picks him up to his feet, before whipping him again, this time into her own corner. Paige makes a quick tag to Hazel and they swap roles. Hazel unleashes a flurry of knife edge chops on Supreme, before unleashing a brutal forearm. Supreme stumbles out of the corner. He turns on the spot and Hazel is already running at him. She grabs his head and tries for a standing Tornado DDT but Supreme manages to push her away at the apex of her ascent and sends her crashing to the mat, face-first.

Roberts: That isn't exactly what Hazel had planned! Ouch!

Supreme makes his way over to the corner and tags in Phil McGroin. McGroin enters the ring and stands with his arms outstretched. The crowd boo him and he loves it. He then pounces on Hazel, stomping away at her hands and back. McGroin pulls Hazel up by the hair, hooks her up, and hits a snap suplex. He then covers. 1...2.. but no! Hazel kicks out with authority! McGroin scowls as he picks up Hazel again. This time, he hooks her leg up, and hits a Fisherman's Suplex! He holds the bridge to cover Hazel! ONE ... TWO ... NO! Hazel kicks out again!

McGroin swears loudly, and slaps the mat angrily. He barks something over to Camera Man, something like "this is your fucking fault!" and then he picks up Hazel yet again. This time he sets her up for a spinning neckbreaker, but some instinct sparks in Hazel, and she suddenly breaks out of McGroin's loose grasp, slapping away his reacting arm, then slapping him across the face. When McGroin sees red and charges at her, she jumps up and takes him out with a hurricanrana!

Roberts: Phil McGroin not having the best flying lesson!
Jeffrey: ....oh, you were trying to be funny... poor sod...

Hazel takes a moment to gather her bearings and stand back up, but she does so, and manages to get in the hot tag to Paige! Paige runs in and knocks a recovering McGroin down with a clothesline. She runs to the ropes and comes back and takes out McGroin again, this  time with a sitout jawbreaker! Paige covers the Custom Cup Champion! ONE ... TWO .... NO! Paige sends McGroin into his own corner and comes after him with a corner clothesline. She then unleashes a series of closed fists, and the referee counts 1...2...3...4... before Paige finally relents.

Phoenix: Pilgrim Paige taking full advantage of the count there and Supreme isn't happy about it!

Supreme is ranting and raving at the referee and while this distraction is going on, McGroin raises his arm and rakes the eyes of Paige! The distraction is enough for McGroin to grab Paige and take her out with the Eggcution DDT! McGroin covers Paige! ONE ... TWO .... TH--NO! Hazel breaks up the fall! Supreme runs into the ring to take out Hazel but she backs up, and then pulls down the top rope, sending Supreme flying over to the outside! Hazel stands back up and runs to the opposing ropes, coming back at breakneck speed, launches herself over the top rope and takes out Supreme on the outside with a Suicide Dive!

Phoenix: The Hedge Witch soars! Supreme is out!

Back inside the ring, Phil McGroin pulls Pilgrim Paige up to her feet. He whips her to the ropes and having not fully recovered from the Eggcution, she eats a hip toss. McGroin shouts about it being "all over now" then picks up Paige and sets her up for a second Eggcution. This time, Paige's instincts kick in and she slips out, and rakes McGroin's eyes in revenge for earlier. McGroin stumbles over to the ropes and Paige runs to him and clotheslines him right over the top rope! Paige sees everyone else is outside, shrugs, runs to the ropes and comes back to join everyone else with a Suicide Dive of her own, taking out McGroin on the outside! The referee starts his count... 1...2....3....

Jeffrey: This is mental! All four competitors are now on the outside!
Phoenix: They all have a lot to prove tonight!

Pilgrim Paige is the first one up and soon she is being attacked by Supreme, with chops and right hands that send them both heading up the ramp. 4...5...6.... Hazel gets up and tries to get into the ring, but she's not the legal competitor anyway. McGroin manages to get up and pull her back regardless, and whips her into the steel steps! 8...9...10!!

Carson: This match has resulted in a double countout!

Win-Loss Records:
Witch Hazel 1-0-1
Pilgrim Paige 0-0-1
Supreme 0-0-1
Phil McGroin 1-0-1

The crowd boo at the non-finish, but soon enough, they are once again caught up in the ongoing brawl between the four competitors.

Phoenix: The match is over, but I don't think these competitors got the memo!

Some security run down and try and break up Paige and Supreme, as well as pull McGroin off Hazel. The security doesn't do much to help, so eventually, Sery comes out on stage with a mic.

Sery: Enough, enough... ENOUGH!!

The competitors stop brawling and look up at the stage.

Sery: That's better! Now come on guys, you know how we handle things here! If you guys have a problem, we settle it in the ring. And a double countout is no way to settle problems. So this is what we're going to do: Supreme, you will get your rematch for the 4CW Universal Championship... at Revival! And Phil McGroin, you better hurry up and choose your stipulation, because your first title defence will be next month at Storm Front: Battle in the Bayou! Your opponent... will be Witch Hazel! Now get back to the locker room and clean yourselves up!

Sery leaves, authority laid out, and the crowd cheers for the announced matches. The announcement of both matches seems to be enough to get the four competitors to their senses, and they start to head to the back as we cut to commercial.

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits and the 4CW Heavyweight Champion of the World emerges from behind the curtain. And he does so almost immediately which is very un-Valentine like. He’s dressed in a sharp slim fit white 3 piece black shawl lapel tuxedo. His championship belt resting peacefully on his shoulder and grinning from ear to ear, shades of the Grinch himself. He cheerfully marches down the ramp ignoring the fans and their jeers.
Already microphone in hand, he waltzes up the steel steps and enters the ring.

Phoenix: Here he is, in all his glory. I wonder what’s on his mind tonight?
Jeffrey: Could be his massive title defense win?
Roberts: You call Elfan handing him the win, massive?
Jeffrey: Nevertheless! He is still World Champion.
Roberts: Nevertheless I’m sick of him already.

Valentine doesn’t bother to raise his belt, or cheer, yell, or anything. He simply stands silently, with the microphone at his side, and looks out to the crowd. His grin turns into a full blown smile and the crowd simultaneously pours down with the booing. Jack Valentine is unaffected.

Roberts: I’m seriously about to puke.

Eventually, Valentine slowly raises the microphone to his lips. He waits a second for the crowd to leave him a moment to jump in. He seizes his moment.

Valentine: It is at this time, that I would like to quote, my favorite line from 4CW’s presentation of……..War!

Valentine obnoxiously clears his throat to the crowd’s dismay. He follows that up with some weird gurgling sound and then instead of pulling the microphone up to his lips, he leans down to it.

Valentine: AND! Stiiiiiiiilllllllll!!!! 4CW! HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION! OF! THE! WORLD!!!!!

The crowd erupts back with the jeers and it’s deafening. Valentine can barely hold it together and chuckles to himself. He again waits for the crowd to pipe down.

Phoenix: The 4CW Universe is really letting Jack Valentine know how they feel about him walking out of War III, as their World Champion!
Jeffrey: Still their champion. Still.

Valentine paces, still smiling ear to ear, with his head down. He waits for the arena to quiet down again. It takes longer than expected and Valentine can’t help but burst out with a laugh. He jumps in best he can.

Valentine: Listen Portland, there’s nothing I love more than hearing your whining and complaining on a grand scale. Seeing your tears, smelling your fear, and soaking it all in. But seeing how ornery you all are tonight. I won’t stand here and again list all my previous accomplishments to you, as we have a show to do.

Roberts: Thank you! Thank you great Wrestling Gods of old!

Valentine: But I will however, tell you all about my new accomplishments!

Another chorus of Boos, but Valentine powers through.

Jeffrey: Get your popcorn ready! James? Why are you rubbing your temples?

Valentine: Not only did I defeat not one but two competitors at War, in defense of my title. But I, Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine, was awarded not one…...not even two…...but three!!! Prestigious honors! Yes I would share Moment of The Year, with that suicidal maniac Brian White. Not the most impressive accomplishment, when you think about how it was achieved. But it was nevertheless achieved!

A mixed reaction to this sentence sweeps over the crowd.

Valentine: But! To be awarded the next best two achievements! Champion AND Wrestler of the year! Just…...woooooow.

The crowd begins taking a different approach and stops over reacting to every word that spews from Valentine’s mouth.

Jeffrey: He cleaned up at War. No one could have had a better night.
Phoenix: Personally I think my Madeline Phoenix and The Order of the Phoenix had the best night, but I’m understandably biased. However, it is hard to argue with those accomplishments. And he’s our World Champion.
Jeffrey: Why are you still rubbing your temples, James?

Valentine: And if that didn’t get you all hot and bothered! Then I got two more further ones for ya! I hope you’ve all been taking notes. Because tonight…...we will find out…..just who will face off against Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine in the main event of the biggest show of the year! Revival!

The crowd pops at the mention of Revival.

Valentine: That’s right folks. The 4CW original is going to headline Revival, shockingly for the first time! And there’s no stopping it! Nothing any of you worms can do! And when I win…...oh brother is 2020 gonna suck for the likes of you!

Roberts: Just don’t get ahead of yourself Valentine! Madeline Phoenix is the hottest thing going in 4CW right now and Carstein held the World Title and entered the Hall of Fame, before you ever did!

Valentine: Let’s take a look at our competitors tonight! Shall we? First we have the lovey, the impressive, the obnoxious Madeline Phoenix.

The crowd erupts and Valentine cannot look more annoyed as he drops his arm to his side and waits. He rolls his eyes and starts again.

Valentine: You people kill me. Truly, you do. Let’s take a quick look at The Mad Phoenix’s time here in 4CW. She arrived, Rhys Cain beating the living hell out of her and she disappeared. She then resurfaced with allies, her cute little faction and Rhys Cain’s little faction went at it all god damn year. They beat the crap out of each other and for some unknown reason…..and you people loved every second of it. Just further proving how stupid the causal fans are.

The crowd boos with a few harsh phrases clearly being said, cutting through the jeers. With “Fuck You Mad Dog” being heard the loudest and nearly starting a chant.

Valentine: I have an honest question. And I really want you all to seriously consider this. Why…...why on God’s green earth. Does Madeline Phoenix, deserve a spot in that number one contenders match? Hm!? Why!?

Roberts: Valentine just said, she’s the hottest thing in wrestling. She’s what the fans want. I’d say that gets her a spot.
Phoenix: Spot on James.
Jeffrey: That same silly ideology led to guys like Sorin Webster and Fairy something or other, also being in the main event of pay per views.

Valentine: So she defeated Rhys Cain. Whoop de freakin doo! I did exactly what she did and I did it in half the time! You know what I got? I got entered into the Storm Chaser’s tournament. I had to endure three grueling matches to earn a shot at…..the Universal Title! The amount of 4CW favoritism is ridiculous! Notice how Ms. Phoenix just always found herself in the main event! I am the world champion! ME! And it was me, who eliminated her at Rumble in the Storm, enroute to capturing this very championship!

Valentine holds up the title high and the lighting reflects off of it. Mad Dog receives a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Phoenix: What Valentine forgets is, no one can friggin stand him. That’s why his road was longer.
Jeffery: Ray just said friggin. I think Valentine is right about the favoritism.
Valentine: But let's not dwell on 4CW’s sweetheart. Now Carstein…..

The crowd erupts.

Valentine: Yes. Yes, I thought you’d react that way. It seems the majority of you are Team Edward.
Jeffrey: Bahaha!
Roberts: Oh come on.

Valentine: Let’s not forget how far back we can go. While myself and Carstein, have yet to go toe to toe. Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine used to manhandle Carstein’s good friend and partner Inferno, for the better half of a year. As a matter of fact! It was at the very first Revival. It was me! Jack Valentine. Retaining his 4CW Universal Championship, in a Mansion of Glass match, against Inferno. My…..wouldn’t it just be fitting to defend my WORLD Championship title against Inferno’s Robin, 15 years later!

The crowd starts to Boo again, interrupting Valentine, but he speaks over them.

Valentine: That’s right! Jack Valentine officially has a favorites in tonight’s main event! The Fan Favorite Lady Phoenix versus the Boy Wonder Vampire! My how the mighty roster of 4CW has been stretched so thin. Sery as your company’s champion, I deserve better, the stock holders deserves better…..hell…..even these clowns deserve better.

The crowd starts shouting and booing and Valentine just sighs, dropping his head for a second.

Roberts: Easily the most disrespectful man on the planet.
Phoenix: He may be champion, but he is NOT the franchise competitor here in 4CW. No matter what he wants to believe.
Jeffery: You two are just adorable.

Valentine: Your champion is not scheduled to perform on this card tonight folks, so say goodnight to the bad guy. Thank your lousy commissioner for that one. But I’ll be watching. It may be a formality, but I can’t help but be curious.

Valentine heads towards the ropes and the crowd begins to cheer and clap. He bends down to move through the ropes but stops. He turns back.

Valentine: And by the way 4CW Universe. Come April 26th. Come Revival. Jack Valentine will have been your World Champion 273 days. Why is that number significant? Because that number will beat the current record held by Eddie Wolfbaine by 2 days. Yes everyone. Jack “Mad Dog” Valentine, will hold the record for longest reigning 4CW World Champion! How…...about…..THAT!

All that is heard next is the microphone drop to the mat and then the crowd erupts with booing, chanting, and taunting. Valentine laughs sadistically as he leaps off the ring apron and heads up the ramp clutching his title. He kisses it in front of some fans who are screaming at him. He looks as if to be enjoying every second of it and eventually makes his way to the back.

Phoenix: I don’t think I’ve ever seen such disdain for a 4CW Champion. And that’s on any tier. Tag, Hardcore, whatever. He may be the most hated man.
Jeffrey: Despite what you fools believe, this is a free country. And therefore a free company. And he can do and act, however the hell he wants. He owes no one anything. He is the man and it’s his time. What bothers you two bozos, and what bothers the fans, is that everything he says, is true. And he always backs it up. That’s what separates him from the rest. That is why he is hated the way he is.
Roberts: Pretty deep Ray. And I think we’re all a lot dumber for allowing you to finish that thought.

We cut backstage where Rhys Cain is standing with Clyde Bonham. Gabriel Crowe is standing beside them for an interview. Cain has been cleaned up from his bloody face earlier, but a nasty congealed gash is clear on his forehead. That, along with the cuts and bruises from WAR a month ago, make Cain look like his body could break down any day now.

Crowe: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined by the winners of tonight's round of the Soul Survivor, Rhys Cain and Clyde Bonham. Cain, Bonham, have you given any thought to what next round's stipulation will be?

Cain: Jesus, I gotta get myself a new interviewer. Get outta the way, Chuck.
Crowe: It's Gabriel.

Cain steps forward and snatches the mic.

Cain: Fuck off. Now.

Crowe scarpers. Cain turns to Bonham.

Cain: Good showing tonight, eh?
Bonham: Naturally...
Cain: So, the 4CW Universe is wondering - what will our stipulation be?
Bonham: Wanna keep them guessing?
Cain: Nah, I'm a nice guy. Let's give em what they want.... Well it's real simple. We went to a trainyard tonight, wasn't much fun. I like my comforts. So next round, the remaining five teams will go back to the ring. It'll be a good ol' Gauntlet match! The first TWO teams to be pinned will be eliminated from Soul Survivor, leaving only three teams left.

Cain hones in on the camera.

Cain: And let me tell you something, every single last one of you teams in this tournament. Including you, Silent Sorcery. There will be only one outcome. The Black Flame will engulf everything. At Revival, there will be only one tag team holding those tag team championships, and it will be Clyde Bonham and Rhys Cain, the Grand Slam 4CW Tag Team Champions.

Suddenly, Cain's phone rings. He hands the mic to Bonham and answers the call.

Cain: Hello? ... Yes, hello! Good to hear from you, mate. Hang on a sec -

Cain mumbles something to Bonham, then with a dirty glance at the camera, walks away.

Cain: So, I'm glad you got back in touch....

Cain strolls off and Bonham looks at the camera, drops the microphone, and walks away too. We cut back to the ring.

Carson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will receive a 4CW World Championship match at Revival XIV!

The lights go out. "Rattle Them Chains" by Wayne Murray hits the PA system.  Fog envelopes the stage. The crowd pop as the man who opened the show comes out, looking a bit beaten up from WAR still, but otherwise raring to go.

Carson: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 241lbs, 4CW Hall of Famer, CAAAARSTEIN!!

Phoenix: It was the end of the last decade that Carstein went to war with Madeline Phoenix as allies. They fought bravely and came out on top; but now their reward for such a momentous victory is a battle against each other, for the chance at the biggest prize in the game!
Roberts: They have battled before, having both taken part in the 13 Ghost Gauntlet last year, but this is the first 1 on 1 meeting between the two!
Jeffrey: And as such,  I have no doubt we're in for a hell of a main event tonight!

Carstein gets into the ring and awaits his opponent, staring a hole through the stage.

The Volkor K remix of Scandroid's "Phoenix" takes over the PA system, complemented by dimmed lighting and dancing red spotlights.

"You Are Phoenix..."

Madeline Phoenix steps out onto the stage to a deafening roar from the crowd. The spotlights encircle her, then give way to just one, which centres itself over Phoenix herself. With her black-and-red spandex attire, wild hair and trailing streaks of eyeshadow, Madeline Phoenix looks ready for battle. Across her shoulders and extending down her arms to the wrists is a pair of scarlet "wings", made of well-tailored fabrics and an intricate feather formation. Lit from above, The Mad Phoenix throws her head back and spreads her wings wide—an action that is met with blasts of colourful pyro going off on either side of of the 4CWTron! The aftermath of these pyro blasts has two columns of red-hot flames licking at the steel frame of the Tron structure. Madeline takes a moment to drink in the crowd response.

Phoenix: And here she comes! Madeline Phoenix, survivor of WAR, extinguisher of Black Flames, and a damn good wrestler to boot!
Jeffrey: And just in case you think Scott is biased, I'll second everything he said!
Roberts: This is arguably Madeline's biggest match of her career, though. This is one on one. Against one of the greatest of all time, for an opportunity at the biggest prize in pro wrestling!

"From the ashes you will rise..."

Carson: Making her way to the ring, FROM THE ASHES OF THE PAST... weighing in at 128 lbs... MADELINE... THE MAAAD... PHOEEENIIIX!!!

The Tron returns to normal as Madeline Phoenix runs down and slides into the ring. In one smooth motion, she spins round on hands and knees before rising up from the canvas and spreading her wings once more, an action that is mimicked by many of her fans.

The two competitors take their corners and the referee recounts what he expects from them, before ringing the bell! Phoenix and Carstein both approach each other in the middle of the ring. They slap each others hands as a sign of respect, and lock up in the middle of the ring.

Phoenix: Some sportsmanship shown there but make no mistake - both of these competitors will do whatever it takes to win.

Carstein turns the grapple into a side headlock and wrenches away at Phoenix's head. She struggles to escape at first, but eventually manages to kick herself up on the ropes and flip out of Carstein's grip. Phoenix wraps up Carstein in a schoolgirl! 1...2... no! Carstein escapes and jumps back to his feet. He grabs Phoenix and whips her to the ropes. On her return, however, Phoenix leapfrogs Carstein. She travels the width of the ring and comes back towards Carstein, jumping up and taking him out with a hurricanrana - but no! INCREDIBLY, Carstein lands on his feet! The two spin around to face each other and stand off, and the crowd roar.

Phoenix: Wow! What a sequence. They are matching each other beat-for-beat.

The two meet up in the middle of the ring again, and Phoenix unleashes a sharp knife edge chop. Carstein winces, but immediately retaliates with one of his own. Phoenix hits back, and Carstein does again. The two go back and forth with chops, with increasing speed, and the crowd buzzing louder and louder, until Carstein knees Phoenix in the gut and hooks her up, taking her out with a snap suplex!

Phoenix is quick to her feet, considering, but so is Carstein. He positions himself behind her, then grabs The Mad Phoenix and flips her for a release German Suplex! But this time, Madeline Phoenix shows her cat-life reflexes and lands on her feet also! Carstein gets up, not aware that his move didn't hit, and suddenly, Madeline Phoenix grabs him from behind, and hits the INVERTED SNAPMARE DRIVER!!!

Phoenix: OH MY GOD! MARE DE LUNE OUT OF NOWHERE! IS IT OVER ALREADY!?

Phoenix covers and the referee counts!! ONE... TWO .... THR--- NOO!! Carstein KICKS OUT!

Roberts: Wow! I really thought it was over!
Jeffrey: Phoenix definitely took Carstein by surprise there and it almost cost him! Even though he escaped, he's still in a bad way! Phoenix needs to take advantage of this!

Madeline Phoenix gets back up, knowing this is her perfect window to put down Carstein for the count. She grabs him and helps him to his feet, then locks up his right arm around his own neck from behind, and hits the cutthroat backbreaker!

Phoenix: Maddie with the Dollbreaker! ONE ... TWO .... Carstein kicks out! What resolve!
Jeffrey: One more big move like that though, and I'm not sure Carstein will be able to kick out!

Madeline Phoenix seems to have the same idea, and Carstein is way too groggy to defend himself. Essentially dead on his feet when Phoenix picks him up, hooks him up, and takes him out with a Northern Lights Suplex! Phoenix holds the bridge impressively, but then even more so impressively flips over and transitions into ANOTHER suplex position, this time lifting up Carstein and incredibly taking him out with a BRAINBUSTER!! Carstein crashes and Madeline does too, exhausted by the effort that just took!

Phoenix: NOMEN NESCIO!! Madeline Phoenix with her signature combination - but she has to find the will to get over there and cover Satan's Outrider!
Jeffrey: She's only two feet away! ROLL OVER MADELINE!

The crowd are obstreperous as they cheer on Madeline Phoenix, willing her to just roll over and make the cover! Finally, there's movement - she rolls over! THE REFEREE COUNTS! ONE ... TWO ... THR---NO! CARSTEIN GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPE!!

Phoenix: Wow! Carstein's instincts just saved him this match!
Jeffrey: Yeah, but for how long? That earlier Mare de Lune has totally knocked him off his game, and Carstein has eaten several big moves here!
Roberts: The only problem is, that took every ounce of strength Madeline Phoenix had. She looks done for, herself!

The referee has no choice but to count both competitors out when neither moves from the mat. 1...2...3....4....5....Madeline brings herself up to a seated position. 6..7... Madeline gets up to her feet. Stumbling, and holding her ribs like she has a stitch, she grabs Carstein and tries to pick him up. So exhausted, she struggles a little, but manages it. She sets him up, seemingly for a second Mare de Lune, but Carstein moves away and Madeline is too tired to stop him.

Heaving slowly, she staggers towards Carstein, but Carstein grabs Madeline and throws her over the top rope in one swift motion, sending her crashing to the ringside area!

Phoenix: She's trying, but Madeline has exerted herself a lot here - perhaps overly so!
Roberts: And Carstein knows well enough to take full advantage! And look at this!!

Inside the ring, Carstein has broken into a run, before diving through the gap between the top and middle ropes and taking out Phoenix on the outside! The two competitors crash and after a few moments, the referee restarts his countout. 1...2...3...4...5...6...Carstein is back up before 7. He slides into the ring to break the count, then slides back out and lifts Phoenix up.

Carstein looks behind her, then spins around and whips her into the steel steps! The impact is deafening and the steel steps break into two pieces. Madeline recoils from the impact, which was shoulder/back first, and winces as Carstein wastes no time picking her back up, lifting her up into a bearhug position, and then ramming her spine-first into the barricade!

Phoenix: Ruthless! Is there any need for that?
Jeffrey: Come on, Scott - can you honestly say Madeline wouldn't do the same? He's not breaking any rules.

Carstein then grabs Phoenix by the head and rolls her back into the ring under the bottom rope, sliding in right after her. Before Phoenix can find her bearings, Carstein stomps her in the middle of the spine! He then stomps her left shoulder for good measure. Carstein then sits down, puts his knee into Madeline's back, and locks in the LAHMIAN CLUTCH!

Roberts: Phoenix could be in big trouble here! There's so much in this submission! The sleeper hold, the knee in the back, the shoulder nerve lock! If she doesn't find a way out very quickly, she's going to be in big trouble!

Phoenix wriggles around frantically as best as she can, but Carstein has a firm grip and calmly applies pressure, like an anaconda squeezing its prey. Phoenix continues to wriggle frantically, before she starts to jerk and suddenly goes still. The referee immediately holds up her arm and drops it to test if she is still conscious - AND MADELINE KEEPS HER ARM HELD UP!

Phoenix: That's my girl! Still some fight left in her!
Jeffrey: But for how much longer?!

With all the frantic wriggling, Madeline Phoenix finds herself near the ropes. She clutches the bottom rope with both her ankles, and the referee immediately calls for a rope break. Begrudgingly, Carstein releases the hold and rolls away.

As Phoenix uses the ropes to help herself back up to a standing position, Carstein approaches and pulls her away. He sets her up for some kind of move, but we don't get to see what it is, because Phoenix immediately reverses with a mean elbow  to Carstein's head, then grabs him in a hammerlock and hits a Russian leg sweep!

Roberts: Madeline Phoenix with an opening! Can she take advantage here?

Phoenix is running on adrenaline alone it seems, as she finds her way to her feet and half-drags, half-picks up Carstein. When she finally gets him to his feet, she immediately takes him back out with a STRING CUTTER!

Phoenix: BOOM! That's gotta be it! ONE ... TWO ... NO!
Roberts: Carstein kicks out again!

Phoenix's blood is pumping now and she jumps right back up, this time lifting up Carstein quicker, grabbing his head, and slamming it down with a SECOND MARE DE LUNE!! Phoenix falls and immediately covers! ONE .... TWO .... THRE --- NO!!!! CARSTEIN KICKS OUT!!

Phoenix: I - how the hell did Carstein kick out of that?
Jeffrey: Will, Scott! Pure, blinding will!
Roberts: I don't know what else Madeline can do to put him away!

Madeline Phoenix is astounded that Carstein has now kicked out of TWO Mare de Lune's. She shakes her head stubbornly, grabs Carstein and picks him up again!

Phoenix: If at first you don't succeed, try, try again! Looks like Madeline is going for Mare de Lune #3!

Madeline Phoenix sets up Carstein, hooks the head and jerks forward - but Carstein has found some semblance of awareness! He blocks the move! Carstein spins around Phoenix, BAM!! THE BLOOD DRINKER DDT!!

Jeffrey: The Lord of the Night STRIKES! BLOOD DRINKER DDT!

Carstein winces on impact, but covers his opponent quickly. The referee slides in... ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!

Carson: Here is your winner, and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the 4CW World Championship... CAAAAAAARSTEIN!!

Win-Loss Records:
Carstein 1-0
Madeline Phoenix 0-1

"Rattle Them Chains" hits the PA system. The crowd roar for a great main event and the confirmation of their Revival XIV main event.

Phoenix: Madeline Phoenix, barely graduated from rookie, has just taken a 4CW Hall of Famer to the limit, two months in a row! I have never been prouder. But the real story here, is Carstein has solidified his Revival main event! At Revival XIV, Carstein will challenge Jack Valentine for the 4CW World Championship that he never lost!
Jeffrey: That's a history-making main event if I've ever heard one! And Carstein deserves it after this incredible victory tonight!

Marie Dubois comes down the ramp and joins Carstein in the ring, congratulating him on his victory. The two talk between themselves and then Carstein, exhausted, raises his arms and leans on to the ropes.

Phoenix: It's been a fantastic show, and our next show is coming to you LIVE next month! It's Storm Front: Battle in the Bayou! Don't miss it! Goodnight!

Quick Results:
-Mark Redman defeated Zak E Justice to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship.
-Janitur defeated Mark Redman to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship.
-Cain & Bonham defeated White & Young, Umbra Maxima, Silent Sorcery, S&M and The Liberation in a Trainyard Massacre match (Soul Survivor Round 2; The Liberation are eliminated from the tournament).
-Nik Waverly defeated Janitur to win the 4CW Hardcore Championship.
-Pilgrim Paige & Witch Hazel vs Supreme & Phil McGroin ends in a double countout.
-Carstein defeated Madeline Phoenix to become #1 Contender to the 4CW World Championships.

Writing Credit:
Carstein segment - Compy
Jack Valentine segment - LHeat
Everything else - Rhys

Graphics/Videos:
Paige/Rhys/TheSurrealOne

Review Sheet:
Carstein segment:
Hardcore Title Shenanigans:
Soul Survivor Trainyard Massacre:
Paige & Hazel vs McGroin & Supreme:
Jack Valentine segment:
Cain/Bonham interview:
Carstein vs Phoenix: