Storm Front Results: December 17th, 2006

[Lord Skywolf]

Living in the moment. As “I’m The One” by Static-X begins, we are taken down a long hallway, with the only light at the end slowly growing more radiant, before the 4CW logo appears and shatters to reveal shots of Ravnos hitting Supreme with the Watchtower Suicide off a ladder and through a table. Forgotten and repeated. The view changes to Skywolf hitting the Shoulder Mounted Death on Stardust. No, I cannot be that one. Alexandre nails XYZ with The Wreckoning. No, I cannot be beaten. Synder stands tall over Cocozo at The Third War. I’m the (yeah), I’m the (yeah), I’m the (yeah), I’m the one. Roman chokes Alex Ignacius out with the bottom rope until he’s disqualified. I don’t want you, I don’t need you. Carstein finishes Senecca with The Blood Drinker. With closed eyes, I see right through you. Stardust pins Joseph Bennison after the Diamond Dust. I was crawling, always falling. Senecca pins Roman with a hurricanrana. You don’t know what I have lived through. JTF and his Elite Guard force Skywolf to tap out at The Third War.

No, I am not a rich man. Inferno drives Alexandre onto the top of his skull with a brainbuster. No, I am not a bitch. Black Macabre beat S&M, thanks to Tyler Smith. I know you made one mistake. [chux] brains Alexandre with a steel chair, then finishes off Inferno. This is my life, you cannot take it. Mike Nichols catches [chux] with the Push Killer, then holds the World Title high into the air. I’m the (yeah), I’m the (yeah), I’m the (yeah), I’m the one. Synder rolls over Jimmy Rebel with The Snuff Reel. I don’t want you, I don’t need you. Rocket Roky hits Ravnos with the ROK. With closed eyes, I see right through you. Somehow, Ravnos reverses the pin and defeats the challenger to his title. I was crawling, always falling. Joseph Bennison locks in the Connecticut Cloverleaf on Stardust. You don’t know what I have lived through. Supreme stands over Cereb as he slumps against the guardrail, slapping him across the face.

Automatic…termination…self-destructive…revolution. Synder cinches the Sadistic Torture Finale in on Jimmy Rebel. Automatic…termination. Alexandre hits Inferno with The Wreckoning. Automatic termination, self-destructive revolution. Ravnos pins Krone after the Stroke Of Midnight. Automatic termination, self-destructive revolution. Morbid takes Roman out with The Morbid Curiosity. Automatic termination, self-destructive revolution. JTF makes Skywolf tap out for a second time.

Self-destructive. Deacon wraps his hands around the throats of both members of Above The Law. Bring it down to the ground, I’m unchained, not a slave. Krone slowly rubs his bag, carefully watching for anyone who might take it from him. I’m the (yeah), I’m the (yeah), I’m the (yeah), I’m the one. Alexandre takes Bennison out with the Trigger Shock. I don’t want you, I don’t need you. [chux] hits the Spinner on Skywolf. With closed eyes, I see right through you. Nichols and Inferno battle at ringside and into the crowd. I was crawling, always falling. “Showtime” John Krone nails Ravnos with the Lights Out. You don’t know what I have lived through. One final shot of [chux] standing with the World Title in his arms precedes the 4CW logo un-shattering itself, as well as the reversed travel through the darkened tunnel, until nothing.

Pyro explodes all around the stage, before a falling ball of fire shoots down and bursts in the center, causing a chain reaction of mini explosions leading to the ring. Once it makes its way to the ring, the turnbuckle posts let out stacks of fire, which reach for the heavens. The camera pans around the sold out arena, where signs like “[chux] Sucks”, “4CW” and “Cereb > Supreme” can be seen.

Phoenix: Welcome to 4CW Storm Front! We’re just two weeks away from Reincarnation, and what a show it’s sure to be! But, tonight also promises to be great, with a preview of Reincarnation’s main event taking place in two title matches, not to mention that fatal four-way match between four hot young athletes.

Roberts: No doubt, Scott. We may only have three matches tonight, but, I think if we were to have any night with just three matches, these would be the ones we’d pick.

Phoenix: Before we get to those, though, Tyler Smith promised us last week that he’d conduct an interview with Supreme and Cereb, and I’m being told he’s heading out here for that very purpose right now.

“Back In Black” hits and the fans immediately get into a jeering frenzy. They know who that theme song belongs to and it’s none other than 4CW General Manager, Tyler Smith. Smith makes his way out to the stage, wearing his usual pressed suit. He looks around the arena, almost soaking in the hate. He begins his walk down the ramp way and into the ring as the fans at ringside yell obscenities at him.

Phoenix: I don’t think Smith will ever be loved, guys.

Jeffrey: I think he likes it that way! Would you want to be loved by a bunch of Internet reading fanboys, who log onto to their computers and rant about every little thing? Hmm? HMM?

Phoenix: …What was that?

Jeffrey: Sorry. I had Cheerios this morning. Cheerios suck.

Smith climbs into the ring and he walks over to the far side and motions for a microphone. A ring worker hands him one through the ropes. Smith walks over to the center of the ring and waits for the crowd to calm down before speaking. He clears his throat with a smile on his face as he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Smith: If I can have your attention, please.

The fans boo even louder. Smith shakes his head and smiles, as if he knew that was going to happen.

Smith: As you all know, I mentioned at the end of last week’s broadcast that I would personally be conducting interviews with the participants of the iron man match taking place at Reincarnation.

The fans’ boos turn into cheers.

Smith: But, since then, I have been getting questions thrown at me about how I am going to contain Cereb and Supreme. How am I going to keep them from tearing each other apart during the interview? Well, my answer to that is simple. See, I did say I was going to interview both men at the same time. But, never did I say they would be in the same room.

The fans quickly start to boo and Smith just smiles it off.

Smith: What? You’re the ones who like to assume. If you recorded last week’s show, you’ll see I never said they would be together. So don’t hate me for something I never promised.

The fans continue to boo and begin chanting ‘bullshit’.

Smith: Anyway. Let’s get on with the show. Let me introduce to you the two men that will face each other at Reincarnation in only the second-ever iron man match in 4CW history. First off, he is a former 4CW Custom Cup Champion…

The fans immediately start to cheer as they know who Smith is talking about.

Smith: …He is Cereb!

Suddenly, the 4CWtron lights up and we see Cereb sitting down in front of the camera. The crowd cheers loudly for the fan favorite. Cereb is wearing a nicely pressed maroon dress shirt with his trademark five-hundred-dollar shades perched on top of his head. Cereb smiles, hearing the fans’ ovation for him. At the bottom of the screen, a caption reads, ‘LIVE from Cereb’s home’.

Smith: How are you, Cereb?

Cereb: You caught me in the middle of an orgy, Tyler. But, other than that, I’m good.

Smith: Wow, great to know. Now, let me introduce the former 4CW World Champion!

The crowd quickly starts to boo loudly.

Smith: …He is Supreme!

The 4CWtron splits in half, with the other half now showing Supreme sitting down with a serious look on his face. The camera shows a quaint shop, one that anybody that has seen Supreme’s video logs from the 4CW website would know that this is the place that Supreme spends most of his time now. Serenity, the somewhat love interest in Supreme’s life, brings him a cup of coffee and an ashtray, whereupon Supreme lights up a fresh cigarette and gets ready to start the interview. The line at the bottom of the screen reads, ‘LIVE from The Coffee Shack’.

Smith: Now, how are you doing, Supreme?

Supreme: How the hell do you think I’m doing, Smith? Just another night whereupon Cereb is just begging to bask in the limelight produced by yours truly, but, whatever—let’s get this thing started already.

Smith: You don’t have to ask me twice…

Cereb chuckles and shakes his head.

Cereb: Don’t mind him, Tyler. He’s just a lil’ bitchy, ‘cause his favorite guy didn’t put ‘cream’ in his coffee. Right, Supreme?

Supreme: You watch your mouth, Cereb. Just because we are in separate states does not mean that you can get away with talking towards somebody as great as I am like that.

Cereb: See, this thing didn’t even start and he’s already bringing up how great he is.

Supreme: When you spend us much time as I have making this company as great as it is, it allows me the God-given right to remind you just who you are talking to.

Cereb: Right, right. Someone give this guy a medal for keeping 4CW alive all these years.

Smith sighs and raises his hand toward the 4CWtron, motioning for both to stop their bickering.

Smith: Gentlemen, please. If you don’t mind, I’d like to start with the questions.

Cereb motions that he’s ‘zipping’ his mouth shut and smiles. Supreme calmly leans back in his seat.

Supreme: Then get to it, boss man.

Smith: I’ll start with you, Supreme. You were involved in the last iron man match, which took place at last year’s Reincarnation. Can you give us your thoughts on what you went through?

Supreme finishes off the cigarette that he’s enjoying and Serenity quickly sneaks in to refill his coffee. Taking a long drag off another freshly lit cigarette and taking a nice gulp from his hot coffee, Supreme gets ready to answer.

Supreme: You want to know what it was like? You want to know what I went through? That match was pure fucking hell on earth, man. You lose a part of yourself every time that you step into that type of environment. Nobody else outside of me or Nichols knows what it’s like to be involved in that style of match, so they can’t imagine the nightmare that match is.

Supreme quickly sneaks in another drag of his smoke and exhales it in the air.

Supreme: However, at that match I was going against a truly amazing talent in Mike Nichols. This match is only against a man who just can’t make it over in this business without attempting to ride the coattails of a former World Champ. So, this one won’t be nearly as hard as the last one.

Cereb: Oh, please. Don’t try to use me to downplay the fact that you LOST against Nichols that night. Hell, you didn’t even get a single point in that match. I’d expect at least maybe a two-to-one loss, but you lost one-to-nothing. For a man so great, you sure proved it that night.

Cereb rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. Supreme does the opposite and sits up straight, obviously flustered by Cereb’s sarcasm.

Supreme: Hey, I never once underplayed Nichols as a credible wrestler. That man is an incredibly talented wrestler. He got the best of me that night. However, that guy earned my respect. What the fuck do you think you’ve done to earn that same respect?

Cereb now sits up in his seat, and he looks frustrated at what Supreme just said.

Cereb: You know what, Supreme? Fuck you. I’m so sick and tired of you talking about respect. I don’t care about nor do I want your respect. After all the matches we’ve had, not once have you managed to earn MY respect by beating me clean. So, now, the hell with respect. When I walk into Reincarnation, I’m not going in there to get your respect. I’m going in there to beat the living hell out of you.

The fans cheer at Cereb’s comments. The sound of ‘oohs’ can be heard around the arena, as well, as the fans notice how tense the situation is now getting.

Supreme: You egotistical piece of shit. You can honestly sit there and think that you are going to come into Reincarnation, breathing your little hellfire and brimstone that you are spitting out tonight, and successfully kick my ass? You are right about one thing, though, Cereb; this shit has moved far beyond a simple issue of respect. You are walking into a match that you are simply not prepared for, and, at the end of the night, I shall be the only person walking out, with my hand raised high and my dignity still intact.

Smith: Gentlemen, gentlemen. Let’s calm down here. Now, Cereb, you do have to admit that Supreme has the advantage, seeing as he has been in this situation before.

Cereb gives a look of surprise, as if he’s wondering if Smith is serious in stating that fact.

Cereb: I don’t have to admit anything, Tyler. This isn’t a ladder match, a steel cage match, or some kind of hardcore match where you have to get yourself accustomed to some kind of add-on into the bout. This is an iron man. In other words, it’s a straight-up wrestling match. So, the only experience you need heading into this....is wrestling. And, wrestling is somethi-

Supreme: …And, endurance, you sad sack of shit. Something that I’ve heard you don’t seem to have much of, in…and out of the ring.

Cereb: Don’t fuckin’ interrupt me. Ever. Wrestling is something I have been doing almost all my life. The only difference in this is I’m heading in there for sixty minutes. So, yeah, Supreme’s been in here before. But, we’ve both mastered our craft in the same game, so I’d say we’re on the same playing field here.

Smith nods his head, almost agreeing with Cereb. He moves around the ring for a bit as if he’s trying to give both men a breather before the next question.

Smith: Ok, guys, let’s just agree that the learning curve might not be as great as some might think it is. Cereb, this next question is for you. I’m curious to find out what sort of game plan you have heading into this match; can you fill us in on any of that?

Cereb: I may not respect the guy, but at least I’m man enough to admit that this is going to be a challenge. If everyone thinks I’m underestimating him, that isn’t the case. I’m going in there for an hour against a former World Champ, so I’ve got a lot of cardio work to do. But, as far as a game plan, I don’t really have one. I’m going in there with pretty much the same mindset I’ve had for our past matches. This is going to be all about pure wrestling, so I’m going to put all I’ve learned over the years into this one match.

Supreme: You’re damn right this is going to be a wrestling match, Cereb. It’s going to be a pure clinic. I like how you are finally realizing that I truly am an amazing talent. However, being the nice guy that I am, I’m going to promise you that this match is going to be purely about wrestling, no weapons involved. I’m going to flat out prove to you what it means to be in the ring with a wrestling mastermind such as myself.

Smith: Well, Supreme, let me throw the same question in your direction. What is your game plan?

Cereb: To lose.

Supreme: I know you want to be me, Cereb. But, don’t think you can answer my questions. My game plan? Simple, really, Smith. I’m tired of a certain somebody trying to climb into my limelight and I plan on snuffing that person out once and for all. I’ve been watching this guy’s matches recently, and he’s had some pretty decent matches, but this, as he likes to remind us, is going to be a straight-up wrestling match, and I’m just simply better than him. I’ve been picking apart his offense and, now, I have no worry, knowing that I can easily take him down.

Supreme takes a drink from his coffee mug and then looks back at the camera.

Supreme: Also, to add to this, I’m calling the match now four-to-zip, in my favor. That’s a pin fall every fifteen minutes.

Cereb: See, unlike you, I won’t make any predictions other than I’m winning. By how much? Who knows. Depends what kind of food I get in me that day. And, what’s this about me getting in your limelight? Trust me, Supreme, if I wanted my name out there, I’d be talking shit about someone like [chux] instead. Or, maybe even Skywolf.

Supreme actually smiles at the comment and gives off a mild laugh.

Supreme: What, a second rate champ, and the former owner? They are nothing, compared to me.

Cereb: You’re the last one who should be talking about using someone’s limelight, anyway. High Society, anyone?

The fans ‘ooh’ at what Cereb just said. Supreme’s smile fades away and he isn’t amused at what just came out of Cereb’s mouth.

Supreme: You mean the group I led? We were all top-level athletes, man. Nobody was more in the spotlight than the other. Well, I was maybe a little more than the others, simply for being the World Champ, but that’s to be expected.

Cereb: Hmm, I kinda remember High Society going strong WITHOUT you. Then, once you joined in, you suddenly become champ. What a coincidence, huh?

Smith: Guys…

Supreme: I helped make High Society the high success that they where. Once I left, it wasn’t that long before they died out. I was the thing that helped elevate them to greatness and I’m the only one still left in this company. That should say something to you right there.

Smith: Guys…

Supreme: I don’t steal nobody’s limelight; I create it, bitch.

Smith: Alright, enough of the war of words. To continue on, let me remind the both of you this will be the last time you face each other in this ring. So, what are your goals going into this one?

Supreme: Simple, to rid myself of this pest.

Cereb: I’ll do you one better--to make this bitch tap.

Supreme: Tap your old woman, maybe, but that’s the only tapping I’ll be doing that night.

Cereb actually laughs and shakes his head.

Cereb: Ooh, look, everybody. Supreme has nothing more to say, so he goes after my mom.

Cereb leans into the camera and starts a golf clap.

Cereb: Great job there.

Supreme: You’re a funny little man, Cereb. I know what you are trying to do here. You think that just by slinging a few insults and snide comments my way that you will get me to unleash my verbal skills that have helped make me famous on the stick in this business. The truth of the matter is that you just aren’t worth it to me, kid. I could give you a verbal lashing so badly it would send you crying to your mommy for some TLC, however, I’m not that mean, man. I’m letting you off easy tonight.

Cereb: Right, Supreme. How about this? I’ll spare YOU the embarrassment of a verbal lashing and instead I’ll embarrass you in that ring come Sunday. We’ll all see how big of a man you are when you’re looking up at the lights, hearing that sexy biotch Sarah saying, ‘here is your winner…Cerrrreb!’

Supreme: Oh-

Cereb: …CERRRREB!

The audience laughs, but Supreme is clearly not amused.

Supreme: Clever, man. Did you think that shit up all by yourself, or did you have your PR bitch create that line for ya? I just have one thing left to say to you, though. When the pay-per-view comes, and the buckets of blood have been spilled and that timer reaches the sixty-minute mark, we will both be changed men. Myself, changing into an even better superstar than I already am in this company. And, you, getting changed into a different diaper after you shit your pants from experiencing something that just simply cannot be expressed with words: The brilliance of Supreme kicking your ass.

Cereb: We’ll see about that. I picture things going a little differently in my mind. I’ve lost matches in my career, but I’ve also won. Reincarnation isn’t going to be added into the loss category, that I can promise you. Then, once I’m done with you, I’m going to do the same to Chris Crow.

There’s a moment of silence as the former calm and stoic expression that has been pasted on Supreme’s face slowly turns to that of rage.

Supreme: You piece of shit. Don’t think for one minute that you are going to be the one given the shot at taking Crow down first. That honor will be all mine, and don’t you think for one minute that you can look past me to a match with Crow that you will never see happen. This is about you and me; that fucking retard from the mental institute will get his, but, for right now, this is about my putting an end to you.

Smith: Guys, again, please calm do-

Cereb: No, you shut the fuck up, Smith.

The crowd gasps at what Cereb just said. Even Smith himself is surprised at the defiance as Cereb rises from his seat and leans into the camera with an angry look on his face.

Cereb: You are so fuckin’ full of pride, Supreme, that it pisses me the hell off. If you think for ONE second that I’m going to be some pushover then you may as well give me the victory right now, because I can promise you this…the hell with any other match you’ve EVER had. The hell with any title or accomplishment you’ve ever achieved. Sunday, at Reincarnation, I’m going to put you through a level of competition that you’ve never even fucking tasted before. You got that? Or, do I have to wait until Sunday for you to realize that? HUH?!

Supreme does the same thing, taking to his feet and getting into the face of the camera, the rage finally boiling over in his eyes.

Supreme: What in the holy fuck of Buddha do you think you are talking about, Cereb? Fuck my accomplishments? No, my friend. Simply put, fuck you! Come Reincarnation, you will see why I’m the very fucking best in this company and why I’m the one that’s going to be walking out of this fucking match with my hand raised high! You sit there in your special little house and try and talk to me about competition and this and that about what you are going to be bringing…well, fuck that! You simply don’t have what it takes to square off with me in a real match setting like this!

Cereb: Look into these eyes, Supreme. LOOK! Now, you tell me if this looks like a man that’s afraid. Call yourself the best all you fucking want, because all it’s going to do is make you have to work harder against me. ‘Cause, when I win that iron man, you’re gonna have a lot of explaining to do, because this piece of shit of right here…

Cereb points to his chest.

Cereb: …Just went and beat the BEST!

[Lord Skywolf]

Supreme finishes smoking his cigarette and he begins to talk angrily into the camera while the smoke is still pouring out of his mouth.

Supreme: Scared? You think that I want you to be afraid of me? On the contrary, you infidel! I want you to simply realize that this ain’t like the wrestling you used to do with your brothers in the backyard when you would jerk each other off; this is you stepping into the ring with me, but…you know what? For once, I will put aside my accomplishments and make you realize that the anger and rage you have attempted to seep out of my pores is finally coming through.

Cereb: You-

Supreme: I hate you with every fiber of my existence, and, come Reincarnation, you will feel that wrath tenfold as I unleash it upon you in a show that you just won’t be able to handle!

Supreme is getting so pissed off he picks up the chair that he was sitting in and whips it against the wall as the wooden chair smashes into a tiny pieces.

Smith: Alright. If you two don’t want to calm dow-

Cereb: Oh, trust me. I can’t wait to fucking see this rage of yours. I’m foaming at the mouth, pal!

Smith: That’s it!

Smith is getting extremely angered in the ring as the two men continue to ignore him and exchange words with each other.

Supreme: Trust me, pal…I can’t wait to deliver it.

Smith: Cut the feed! I said cut the damn feed!

Supreme: …And, you best be bringing yours, as well.

Smith: I said cut it!

Cereb: You won’t have to worry about tha-

The feed to both men cuts off and the fans are left applauding and cheering at what they just witnessed. Smith looks around the arena, not pleased that the fans enjoyed that display. The audience even begins chanting ‘iron man’ over and over.

Roberts: Looks like the crowd can’t wait for Reincarnation!

Phoenix: No, they can’t, and neither can I!

“Back In Black” hits, and Smith drops the microphone and makes his way out of the ring. He ignores the fans at ringside as he walks up the ramp way and exits through the curtain. As Smith disappears from view, the 4CWtron lights up with the words: ‘The following video contains graphic images and should not be viewed by anyone’. The words appear on the 4CWtron as the lights fade, and the sound from the fans mutes in anticipation of what could be an important package. French love music’s most popular and famous song bursts out of the sound system and a picture of Lord Skywolf and Mike Nichols together is shown. ‘Men In Love’ flashes up as a picture of Lord Skywolf and Nike Nichols embracing in a victory hug is shown. ‘Perfect Partners’ follows, and a clip of them relaxing backstage together last week comes into view. Some fans are shaking their heads, while others are slightly amused. Ray Jeffrey is pulling his hair out in fits of laughter in the commentary booth. Then, Joshua Taro Freedom appears and the music stops.

JTF: Disrespect…where did I get that idea from?

The screen turns black and the lights return.

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 4CW Storm Front! The opening match is set for one fall, with no time limit, and is for the 4CW Universal Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Miami, Florida…standing 6’4” and weighing 275 pounds…“MAIN EVENT” MIKE NICHOLS!!!

The arena lights go out. Everything is black. The well-known first riffs of “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit play and then repeat. There is a pause…

BOOM!!!!

Two huge pyro blasts explode on each side of the entrance. The music blasts out again over the loudspeaker. “Main Event” Mike Nichols bursts out from behind the curtain. He walks onto the stage and down the ramp. The fans rise to their feet and cheer, while Nichols keeps his eyes focused on the ring. Nichols walks up the steps and along the apron to the corner. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle and throws his right arm into the air as the crowd again erupts into cheers. After a short pause, Nichols drops down and steps through the ropes. He walks to the opposite corner and climbs to the second rope and again throws up his right arm. Flashbulbs pop from the crowd as Nichols pauses in his pose. He drops down and turns around, awaiting the champion.

Loveless: And, his opponent, hailing from Niigata, Japan…standing 5’11” and weighing 213 pounds…the 4CW Universal Champion…JOSHUA TARO FREEDOM!!!

The fans cheer in excitement, as smoke bellows into the arena and “Breathe” strikes up. As the strobe lights flash on and off around the arena, Joshua Taro Freedom enters the main stage, confidence flowing and a face that shows his complete and utter focus on the task at hand, while the previous cheers now turn to boos as the fans catch a glimpse of the man they despise. The 4CW Universal Title wrapped around his waist, JTF takes his sweet time in walking down the ramp, before removing his Free Fall t-shirt and throwing it out into the audience.

Phoenix: Freedom is making his way into the ring, and hands the belt off to the referee after telling Nichols he’ll never hold that title. Well, he has the chance to do it tonight, so I wouldn’t be too overconfident, if I were JTF.

Once the bell rings, Nichols and Freedom both get into each other’s faces, mouthing off and bumping chests as the fans stay on their feet, cheering the entire time.

Roberts: Obviously, the strength and power in this match goes to Mike Nichols, but the speed and maybe even technical skill belongs to JTF. Really, the strengths of these two cancel each other out, and you can’t say any man has the advantage here, despite Nichols having about five inches on JTF.

Jeffrey: Yeah, and that’s just in the pants.

Ray slaps his knee, laughing heartily.

Roberts: Hey, wait a minute…don’t you generally like JTF?

Jeffrey: I do, but he’s half-Asian. Nichols could have three inches and still be packing five more than Freedom.

Phoenix: Goddamn it, Ray. You’re going to get us sued off the network again.

As tempers flare, Freedom utters a few choice words that result in a stinging right hand from Nichols that puts the Universal Champion flat on his back. The fans continue to cheer, and JTF stumbles back to his feet, only to be met with a second closed fist, resulting in him rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring after hitting the mat hard. JTF rubs his jaw while walking along ringside, but Mike decides not to let him rest, and flies through the ropes with a suicide dive that sends both men crashing into the guardrail.

Phoenix: Mike Nichols connects with a suicide dive, and JTF looks completely off his game at this point!

Jeffrey: It’s because I made fun of him! He’s losing power because of my lack of faith! I’m sorry, JTF! I believe. I BELIEVE!

Dragging Freedom along by the back of the head, Nichols slams his face into the steel ring steps, then Irish whips JTF towards the far end of the ring, sending him hard into the ringside barricade. As the Universal Champion slumps down, the fans reach over to pat his back, but Mike Nichols puts an end to it by pulling JTF away from the guardrail and rolling him back into the ring.

Roberts: Nichols is keeping on JTF, without giving him so much as a second to breathe, and I think he might be going high-risk here…

Inside the ring, JTF tries to catch his breath, but Nichols is already on the apron and heading to the top rope. Before the Main Event can steady himself, however, Freedom jumps to his feet and lunges into the ropes, causing Mike to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. JTF smiles as the fans let out a collective groan, then slowly walks over to Nichols, hooking him in a t-bone position as he hangs off the corner, before pulling Nichols out and flipping him overhead with a modified version of the Oppressed Values.

Jeffrey: See that? No matter what Nichols does, JTF keeps coming back and taking the advantage. He did it against Skywolf, and he’s showing everyone he’ll do it here, too.

Phoenix: It was an impressive move, I’ll give him that, but it was also his first offensive attempt in this match.

Jeffrey: Details, details.

With Nichols on the mat, JTF takes a moment to rest, then quickly follows up with a dropkick to the side of his head. Mike rolls over onto his front, kicking his legs in pain, but Freedom simply rolls him back over and makes the cover.

1…

2…

Kick out.

Roberts: JTF had to know he wasn’t going to win the match there.

Jeffrey: Maybe, but he also knows that kicking out expends energy.

As Nichols kicks out, JTF immediately applies a hammerlock on his right arm, wrenching the shoulder in an attempt to dislocate the entire appendage. Mike fights to his feet, though, and delivers a crouching side elbow to JTF’s gut with his free arm, then flips him over and down to the mat with a snap mare. Now back on the offensive, Mike Nichols locks in a sleeper, but quickly pulls Freedom to his feet and changes position, dropping JTF onto his neck and shoulders with a belly-to-back half nelson and chickenwing suplex.

Phoenix: Tiger Suplex ’85! Out of nowhere, and Nichols has the bridge!

1!

2!

Kick out!

Jeffrey: No dinky little Japanese move is going to put down a half-American wrestler. Quarter-American, maybe. Half? No way.

JTF holds the back of his head and lies on the mat, unmoving as the referee checks to make sure nothing’s broken. Pushing the official aside, Mike Nichols begins stomping across the back of Freedom’s neck, showing no mercy as he yells at the downed man to stand. Finally backing off, Nichols squats down and squares himself on the mat, waiting for JTF to push up to all fours, then finally to his feet, before striking. But, just as Mike reaches out for the Push Killer, Freedom comes to life and reverses the move into the Lost Freedom, hooking it on as tight as possible while feeling as hurt and beaten up as he does.

Phoenix: Nichols was going for the end, maybe a little prematurely, and JTF made him pay for it!

Jeffrey: Leave it to Nichols to try and disappoint everyone with a premature finish.

Mike pounds the mat in pain, but refuses to submit, dragging himself and JTF along the canvas in search of the ropes. With each passing inch, more pain is felt as JTF manages to wrench the hold just that much more, and even the sweat from both men doesn’t allow Nichols a means for escape. Without any option remaining but to give up, Mike Nichols raises his left arm, and quickly brings it back down across the bottom rope.

Jeffrey: Look at him slap that rope! He’s tapping out! Ring the bell!

Phoenix: It’s called a rope break, Ray. You’d know it all too well if JTF were in his position.

Jeffrey: Rope…break?

At the count of four, JTF releases the hold and slowly rises to his feet, still feeling the effects of the assault suffered earlier, while Mike Nichols tries to pull himself up in the ropes. A kick to the gut keeps Nichols on the defensive, and JTF looks for the Free Fall, but the Main Event slips off his shoulders and places him in an inverted face lock. But, JTF quickly spins around before Nichols can execute an attack, and slams him overhead and back to the mat with a bridging northern lights suplex.

1!

2!

Kick out!

Roberts: Nichols keeps trying to come back, but Freedom won’t let him. JTF’s ability to stay in control of a match is almost unparalleled, and he’s really showing it right now.

As both men roll to their feet, JTF catches Nichols with another kick to the midsection, then goes for the Free Fall again, but Mike is able to counter the move and slide down JTF’s back. Once Freedom turns around, he sees Nichols ready and in position for the Push Killer, and immediately drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, circling ringside to collect his title, before heading back up the ramp. While the referee counts, the fans boo loudly, but start to cheer when Mike Nichols jumps out of the ring and gives chase, catching JTF at the top of the ramp and spinning him around into a quick DDT. The belt lies on the stage, and Nichols stares at it for a second, then pulls Freedom up and slides him back into the ring. Entering close behind, Nichols waits as JTF stands, a trickle of blood dripping down his forward, before delivering a boot to the gut and connecting with the Fade to Black. After impact, Nichols takes a moment to collect himself, then rolls JTF over into a seated pin.

1…

2…

3-Kick out!

Phoenix: JTF kicked out of the Fade to Black!

Jeffrey: Not even Nichols’ finishers can keep the Universal Champion down!

A little surprised, but not stunned, Nichols pushes free of JTF and climbs to his feet, then drops into a squat position and waits for Freedom to stand again. As he does, Nichols hooks him into position for the Push Killer, but JTF counters with an elbow to the side of the head, then quickly runs to the ropes and springboards off, flying through the air with a twisting crossbody that takes out the referee as Nichols hits the dirt.

Jeffrey: That should be a disqualification! Nichols intentionally put the referee in harm’s way.

Roberts: So, you’re saying he should’ve just stood there and taken it?

Jeffrey: Yes.

With the ref down, JTF staggers to his feet, then turns around and gets slammed back to the mat with the Push Killer.

Phoenix: Push Killer! But, there’s no referee!

As Nichols hooks the leg, the fans count along until ten, when Mike realizes no one’s coming out to count the pin. Standing up, he turns and sees [chux] coming down the ramp, World Title in tow, and the fans begin to boo the arrival of 4CW’s World Champion.

Jeffrey: These people should show some respect for the champion.

Nichols points at [chux], telling him to come in the ring, but the champ shakes his head and just smiles, while JTF slowly climbs to his feet behind Mike. As Freedom stands, [chux] suddenly throws his belt high into the air, but Nichols jumps up and catches it before JTF can. Mike cockily smiles to [chux], then turns to wipe out JTF, only to receive a shot to the skull from a championship belt that knocks him out cold. Sliding one title out of the ring, JTF then throws the World Championship back to [chux], slapping the referee awake as a small gash in Nichols’ head becomes visible.

Phoenix: I can’t believe it. [chux] went to throw the World Title to JTF, but Amy had already grabbed the Universal Title and passed it to Freedom after sneaking around the side of the ring, and now JTF is going to steal this match!

Still groggy, the referee is slow into position, and even slower to make the count, but JTF doesn’t care. He just hooks the leg, and waits for what he believes to be inevitable.

1…

2…

3!!!

Jeffrey: I always knew he could do it!

Phoenix: Cheat his way to win? Yeah, we all did.

The bell is rung, and the booing fans don’t even let up for the beautiful ring announcer, Sarah Loveless.

Loveless: Here is your winner, and still 4CW Universal Champion…JTF!!!

JTF rolls out of the ring, where [chux] hands him his championship and heads up the ramp to join Amy, as the crowd boos all three of them.

Jeffrey: You know, with all the cheating done by some people around here, I don’t always get my way in terms of seeing people I like winning. But, at least tonight I’ll be able to go home happy, because JTF is the last Universal Champion of 2006! Let Freedom reign!

Inside the ring, Nichols angrily pushes the referee aside, staring up the ramp with pure hatred in his eyes.

Phoenix: I don’t know how you can say anything else, but Mike Nichols was robbed. He should be the Universal Champion right now, and the only reason he isn’t is because of that damned [chux].

The 4CWtron suddenly lights up to the General Manager’s office, where Tyler Smith sits behind his desk, three stacks of paper placed neatly in front of him. He smiles as the mixed reaction from the fans takes a few moments to settle, then begins to speak.

Smith: Two weeks away from Reincarnation. Half a month may seem like a lot to most people, but, in the wrestling business, it is nothing more than four hours. As such, it has come to my attention that our pay-per-view is only fourteen days away, and we still know so little about it. Well, tonight, I plan on changing that. For starters, the opening match will feature the two best female athletes in the world, as possibly the only feminine threat to the 4CW World Championship, Stardust, faces off with “The Immortal Angel” Gabrielle Montgomery, who has just been given the green light to return to the ring. And, we’ll also see Rob Cage and Dave Phoenix get the chance of a lifetime, when they challenge Above The Law for the 4CW Tag Team Championship!

The fans cheer, the most noticeable applause coming for Stardust and Above The Law.

Smith: Not only that, but Dirk Meyer and Rocket Roky will settle things once and for all, in that very ring. Add in the already announced matches of Cereb versus Supreme, Bennison versus Krone, and [chux] and JTF versus Skywolf and Nichols, and I’d say that’s a pretty nice little card to end 2006 with.

Smith smiles again, as the fans continue to cheer.

Smith: I see that you agree with me. Now that that’s taken care of, I’ll let you all get back to what you came here to see.

Suddenly, the door to his office is pushed open, and Alexandre enters the room, garnering a huge ovation from the crowd.

Alexandre: I was just pacing the halls between episodes of not being booked, and I couldn’t help but overhear you try to pass that off as a pay-per-view card. Yeah…not gonna work. Where the hell is Alexandre? Where does The Red Dragon fit into the whole scheme of Reincarnation? Tell me that, o’ wondrous booker. Where is your biggest draw on the last card of the year?

Smith: Believe me, Alexandre, it was just an honest mistake. You got lost in the shuffle this time, but I’ll make sure to remember you when Massacre rolls around.

Alexandre: Massacre?! 4CW won’t make it to Massacre with the way you’re running it. No, that’s unacceptable. Do you think I care about the 4CW Tag Titles, Smith? Because, I don’t. I care about 4CW, and I respect everything within it, but I’m starting to think 4CW doesn’t care about or respect me. I saved those belts from Dark Influence for 4CW, Smith, and it’s about time 4CW returned the favor.

Smith sighs to himself, looking through one of the stacks on his desk.

Smith: Alright, you wanna play hardball? That’s fine. You scratched my back, and now it’s time for me to scratch yours; I get it. But, don’t get upset when I scratch too hard.

Alexandre: Is that your passive-homosexual way of giving me a match?

Smith: No, it’s my way of telling you I’ll try.

Alexandre scoffs, then turns to leave.

Alexandre: First time for everything…

As the door shuts behind him, Smith half-smiles to himself.

Smith: Yes. Yes, there is.

The 4CWtron then fades out, and the shot cuts back to the announce table.

Phoenix: What did he mean by that?

Jeffrey: Nothing. Nothing that you need to know, anyway.

[Lord Skywolf]

Loveless: The following match is set for one fall, with no time limit, and is a fatal four-way match! Introducing first, from Valhalla, New York…standing 5’11” and weighing 242 pounds…DIRK MEYER!!!

The fans boo Meyer as he walks out into view, standing on the stage with his arms motioning to the crowd. As “Step” plays through the sound system, images and videos of Dirk Meyer and Senecca winning matches and titles are shown on the 4CWtron, but the most prominent are those of Meyer alone. Two spotlights shine on him, and he walks towards the ring, still pointing to the fans as if they were on his side, even though they clearly aren’t.

Loveless: And, his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan…standing 5’11” and weighing 232 pounds…EDDIE WOLFBAINE!!!

A vague cacophony of sound, almost like a blowing wind, is heard. The sound stops, and is replaced by a rhythmic beeping sound that is accented by a rolling guitar line, revealing the song as “Our Faces Fall Apart” by Demon Hunter. White lights strobe along with the beeping. The beeping stops as the band kicks in, accented by a blast of pyro. From the pyro, a man in gray tights, no shirt, and a gray hood that completely covers his face - a man known as Eddie Wolfbaine - walks onto the stage. Eddie stops at the top of the stage, pausing before he walks down the ramp and into the ring.

Loveless: Their opponent, Swansea, Wales…standing 6’1” and weighing in at 205 pounds…ROCKET ROKY!!!

“How Long” by Hinder hits and Rocket Roky starts walking out. Roky stands at the top of the entrance and waits, while the fans cheer his arrival.

Why’d you go and break what’s already broken?
I try to take a breath, but I’m already choking,
How long ‘til this goes away?
I try to remember to forget you,
But, I break down every time I do,
It’s left me less than zero!

Roky raises his arms into the air and holds his fists together, causing fireworks to go off. Roky starts walking confidently down to the ring, then stops at the front of the ring and jumps onto the apron and enters. Mounting the face of the near corner, he steps up each individual turnbuckle, waving his arms to the crowd before stepping back off each turnbuckle.

Loveless: And, finally, from Seoul, South Korea…standing 5’11” and weighing 210 pounds…MIKE KIM!!!

The fans cheer Mike Kim, as “Coming Undone” by Korn blasts throughout the arena as it is plunged into a crimson red shade. Mike slowly walks out unto the entrance with the opening lyrics of the song, and starts towards the ring. Reaching the ring, Mike Kim pauses at the base of the ramp, staring at the ring and then to the crowd, then slides into the ring and climbs the near corner. Motioning to the fans in attendance, Kim pounds his chest, then jumps back down to face his opponents.

Roberts: And, it’s on!

The match begins with all four men in their respective corners and, at the sound of the bell, they all charge out, Roky at Meyer and Kim at Wolfbaine. All four men barrage each other with punches that only fill their adrenaline more. Kim changes his strategy as he hits a quick forearm to the face of Wolfbaine. Eddie staggers back from Mike’s blow as Meyer hits a high knee to the chin of Roky, knocking him to the mat. Meyer follows up with several kicks to Roky’s ribs as Mike hits more forearms at Eddie, forcing him to recede to the ropes in defense. Mike unleashes hard, stiff punches that get through Eddie’s defense and knock the wind out of him. Meyer lifts Roky to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but, as Dirk picks up momentum from charging off of the opposite ropes, he is met with a hard clothesline by Mike Kim that knocks him out of the ring. As Roky comes back from the ropes, Kim is ready as he quickly grabs him and hits an enormous powerslam. Kim quickly hooks the leg of the hurt Roky for the pin.

1…

2…

Eddie, holding his gut, kicks at the neck of Mike to break up the pin as the sweat on his neck dissipates in the air from the impact.

Phoenix: Mike Kim being very dominant here in the early part of this match. He has done some serious damage to the other three competitors and this definitely leads me to think that it’ll be one hell of a challenge to stop him.

Jeffrey: What crap are you spewing from your mouth now? Kim couldn’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag. He just got lucky, is all.

Eddie wraps his hands around Kim’s jaw and hair as he gets him to his feet and hits two quick jabs that cause him to step backwards, but Kim steps back further and charges off of the ropes. Eddie manages to sidestep him and catch him with a back suplex, holding his leg with a pin.

1…

2…kick out!

Mike’s face looks around at the lights as he quickly comes to with an angry look in his eyes. Eddie hits the mat with his fist in anger and gets to his feet. He kicks Kim in the back twice, but Mike only gets up with that same angry look in his eyes. He gives Eddie a huge haymaker that nearly knocks him out, but, just then, Roky rolls Mike up with a quick schoolboy.

1…kick out!

Kim kicks out almost immediately and hits Roky with a double ax handle as he tries to get up. Kim yells out in anger, but his knee is clipped from behind by Dirk Meyer as he drops to the mat, holding his foot in agony. Meyer looks at the men in the ring on the mat and quickly goes for the quick cover on Kim.

1…kick out!

Meyer wastes no time as he changes gears and hooks the leg of Roky, hoping to secure a pin.

1…

2…no!

Roky kicks out as Meyer tries one more time, as he runs and drops a running senton on the stomach of Eddie Wolfbaine and hooks the leg.

1…

2…no!

Kim gets on his knees and pushes Dirk off of Eddie at the last moment.

Roberts: Dirk Meyer with a very intelligent strategy, but, unfortunately, it didn’t work.

Jeffrey: Yeah, all thanks to that idiot, Mike Kim. He’s really done nothing to benefit this company since getting here.

Phoenix: What are you talking about? It’s not like he is supposed to help anyone in this match. This is every man for himself.

Kim gets Eddie to his feet, but he’s caught off guard by a dropkick to the back of the head by Roky and a small package by Wolfbaine.

1…

2…kick out!

Mike kicks out as Eddie gets up, infuriated, and kicks Roky right in the face with a stiff boot. But, right as he turns around, he is caught off guard with a DDT by Dirk Meyer, slamming his head to the mat. Before he can get the cover, Mike Kim lifts him off of Wolfbaine and hits several stiff chops to his chest that causes it to swell almost immediately. Meyer staggers back from the pain, but spins around and hits a discus forearm that nearly knocks Mike off his feet. The two men begin to barrage each other with a flurry of chops and forearms. Neither man can obtain an advantage until Roky hits Meyer with a dropkick to his back that makes him knock Kim into the corner. Roky places Meyer in a front face lock, but Meyer lifts him overhead and tosses him over the ropes as Roky crashes and burns on the outside. Just as Roky is tossed to the outside, Eddie charges at Meyer, but is sidestepped as Meyer catches him with a backbreaker and finishes him with the Sudden Eclipse.

Phoenix: The Sudden Eclipse! This is over!

Right before Meyer can cover him with the pin, Mike comes out of nowhere with a huge knee to the gut of Meyer, doubling him over. Kim follows up with a knee to the skull, sending Dirk staggering back towards the ropes, but Meyer catches him by the waist as he approaches, and both men tumble through the ropes to the outside. Kim and Meyer continue to battle at ringside, while Rocket Roky slowly climbs the outside of the turnbuckles after taking the fall.

Roberts: Roky’s up top…and he lands the moonsault! He’s got the cover!

1…

2…

3!!!

Loveless: Here is your winner…ROCKET ROKY!!!

As Meyer and Kim realize what’s happened, Roky raises his arms into the air, obviously ecstatic to win the match.

Phoenix: Somehow, someway, Rocket Roky has pulled out another win, and this time over three other men at the same time. If this isn’t momentum going into his match at Reincarnation, I don’t know what is.

Mike Kim, angered, punches the ring apron and starts making his exit, while Dirk Meyer continues to stare at Roky in the ring, and Eddie Wolfbaine slowly rolls to the outside. Roky climbs the turnbuckles and lifts his arms again, pounding his chest and pointing at Meyer.

Roberts: At the very least, it certainly doesn’t look like Roky is intimidated by Meyer.

Jeffrey: And, that, my friend, is a big mistake.

The lights in the arena slowly dim, as a video plays on the 4CWtron, revealing a dimly lit warehouse, where two men are wrestling each other. One of the men seems to be much better than the other, and takes his foe down with a leg trip, and begins to kick the man’s leg, then locks him in an ankle lock. The man lets go of the ankle lock, turns around and is met by another guy, who begins to hammer him with punches. The man tries to throw another punch, but is blocked and countered with a belly-to-belly suplex. The man looks down at the two men and laughs. He walks up towards the camera, and steps into the light. He is a bald man, and is wearing a red, white, and blue singlet. He looks straight into the camera and begins to speak.

Man: Oh, it’s real! It’s damn real!

A smirk forms around the man’s face, but quickly disappears as two arms grab him in a vicious chokehold. The man tries to fight out of it, but the grip is too strong. The man’s eyes become glassy, and his body becomes limp. The man applying the chokehold lifts him up, and drops him on the back of his head. He moves into the light, only showing his mouth, which has a black goatee around it.

Man: Fucking poser. I’ll show you what’s fucking real. At Reincarnation, 4CW gets insane again.

The screen goes black, and is replaced by the following:



The shot then cuts back to the announce team.

Phoenix: Inferno’s coming back?! At Reincarnation?

Jeffrey: I wonder who that other fellow was that Inferno choked out? He looks like a real tough guy. Fighting people in warehouses and such.

Phoenix: Anyway, this is huge news! Maybe Inferno will answer some of the questions that everyone wants to know. Like, where has he been for the last few months? Either way, Reincarnation just got better.

The lights in the arena go off, as the opening riffs to “Lights Out” by POD begin.

It goes one for the money, homey, two for the show,
We tore the roof off this mother, now it’s time to blow,
Like we don’t need no water, don’t bother, we let it burn,
We keep the fire just a little bit hotter, that way you’ll learn!

Respect I earned, started with the clique that I hanged,
Respect I earned, ever since I got in this game,
Respect I earned, never wanting fortune or fame,
I’d rather have these South Diego streets knowin’ my name!

All of a sudden, the 4CWtron turns gold, as a series of pictures of former opponents flash before the crowd. Then, a picture of John Krone appears on the 4CWtron, as the song continues to blare through the speakers.

Chiggy-check, microphone check,
Chiggy-check, microphone check,
It’s lights out, game over,
If you wanna, you can check my stats,
It’s lights out, game over,
Make way, ‘cause the kings is back!

A giant explosion takes place, as gold and white fireworks shoot out from the stage. “Showtime” John Krone makes his way down to the ring as the crowd boos in disapproval. Krone stops for a second, and lifts up his right arm, the fabled bag clenched in his fist. The crowd begins to boo even louder. After, he rolls in the ring and begins to walk around, setting his bag in his corner. Finally, he gets on one turnbuckle and throws his shirt into the crowd. He raises his right arm in the air as his entrance comes to a close, but the fan throws his shirt back into the ring. Krone looks at the fan and shakes his head.

Jeffrey: That guy obviously doesn’t know what kind of a collector’s item he just threw away.

Showtime drops the bag to the ground and grabs the microphone from Sarah Loveless. He looks down at the bag, then back up at the rabid crowd.

Krone: It’s no secret that I have wanted a title shot for…well…ever. Come Reincarnation, I will finally get my chance once again when I face “Mr. Wrestling” Joseph Bennison for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship. Now, I know that the rules state all Custom Cup matches must take place under the champion’s rules, but, because my bag is also at stake, I was thinking of raising the ante of the match. If Joseph Bennison is half the man I think he is, he will accept this offer. No matter what, though, our match will indeed go down at Reincarnation.

The crowd pops for the man they used to love. The former K-Dogg cracks his neck before looking down into the bag. He smiles and zips the bag back up as he speaks again.

Krone: Now, Bennison, I’m offering something huge here. You win; you get my bag and its contents. However, if I win, then the bag and its contents are set ablaze, and the whole world will be left to forever wonder what was inside! I am so confident heading into this huge match, that I am promising you a John Krone victory. The stakes are so high, and your precious title is on the line. Will you be able to keep it and the bag, or will the Custom Cup Championship belong to me, just like this bag?

Krone goes to speak again, but the Custom Cup Champion slides into the ring behind Krone and chop blocks the back of his right leg. Bennison kicks away at the quadriceps muscle and hits a leg drop onto Krone’s leg. Bennison slides out of the ring and oddly comes back in with a steel chair in tow. Bennison takes the chair and smashes Krone’s leg to pieces with it. Bennison puts his foot on Krone’s legs and hits another chair shot to the leg. Bennison throws the chair up the ramp and locks Krone in the Connecticut Cloverleaf. Once a tremendous amount of damage has been inflicted upon the leg, Bennison lets go of the hold. Bennison then reaches down and picks up Krone’s bag. He lifts both the title and the bag above his head, before placing the bag back on Krone’s chest and sliding out of the ring with his Custom Cup Championship.

Jeffrey: Very smart move by Bennison. He knows Krone’s leg won’t be able to heal itself in one week, and now he has a game plan for Reincarnation.

Phoenix: But, he has said countless times that he’s trying to restore credibility to wrestling by eliminating the hardcore aspect.

Jeffrey: Whatever gets the job done, Scott. He did what he needed to do and now he’s got the advantage heading into the pay-per-view.

[Lord Skywolf]

As Bennison backs up the ramp, smiling, an injured John Krone tries to pull himself up, but collapses on his hurt leg, tumbling back to the mat in pain. While he rolls out of the ring to try and follow Bennison on one leg, Krone pushes past a few officials trying to check on him, and the camera cuts backstage to see [chux] and Amy walking together. [chux] looks very satisfied after costing Mike Nichols the Universal Title in the opening match. [chux] stops at the gorilla position and he signals for Amy to get him something to drink as he flips the World Championship belt over his shoulder. Amy is all smiles as she walks down the hall. She cheerfully greets some of the crew, ‘hi’. She looks back over her shoulder to see everyone still looking at her, some giving a little more attention than is necessary. She turns back and stops dead in her tracks, narrowly avoiding a man in a black hooded sweatshirt standing directly in font of her, resembling a grim reaper figure. His face is hidden and no distinguishable features can be seen. Amy steps back from the man and looks him up and down, shouting without realizing the extent of the situation.

Amy: Oi! What the hell are you doing?

The man says nothing, just looming his large figure over Amy. She looks at him angrily, but soon realizes he has bad intentions and her eyes soften, now seeing that she might be in danger. Instead of running like she knows she should, she makes out like she’s in full control of the situation.

Amy: Well…alright. I’ll let you off this time, but make sure you keep out of my way, ok?!

She slowly backs up and turns back to her locker room, but the man follows. She starts to speed up, but the man grabs her by the hair and jerks her to him. He places his hand over her mouth and pulls her into a locker room. We can hear the door lock and Amy’s screams fall silent almost instantly as if they were physically stopped. The camera pans around and we see the name on the door reads ‘Alexandre’. The camera switches back out to the arena and “Every Time I Die” by Children Of Bodom blasts out over the sound system after the single howl of a lone wolf is heard, and the crowd jumps to their feet for the impending arrival of one of their favorites. As a thin mist pours out into the darkened arena, white flames shoot from the stage, rising fifteen feet into the air.

Phoenix: I didn’t think the crowd could get any louder, but they’ve proven me wrong with their show of respect for this living legend.

Jeffrey: Living legend? Forget about that. Someone just kidnapped Amy!

As the flames rise ever higher, a silhouette can be seen behind them, and the fire ceases just long enough to let that figure pass before rising once more, revealing him to be none other than Lord Skywolf. The blaze still roars behind him on the stage, but a trail of fire also follows Skywolf down the ramp, burning all the way around the ring as he climbs the steel stairs.

Loveless: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your main event of the evening, set for one fall, with no time limit, and is for the 4CW World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Toronto, Ontario…standing 6’4” and weighing in at 275 pounds…LORD SKYWOLF!!!

Reaching the middle of the ring, Skywolf then throws his arms out in a crucifix position and simultaneously tosses his head back, causing fire to shoot from the ring posts as the flames that encircle the ring now lift ever higher. Then, as quickly as it began, it ends, as the fire dissipates back from whence it came, and the lights in the arena slowly return to normal.

The first scratchy notes of “Black Water” ring out through the arena as the stage fills with a dark smoke. As the smoke starts to clear, [chux] walks out alone. He pauses at the top of the stage and looks back, but nothing happens. The 4CWtron displays highlights of [chux]’s career, hitting his signature moves on all the big names: Gemini, Supreme, Drake Blackstone, Minion, and Inferno.

Loveless: And, his opponent…from Elmaville, United Kingdom…standing 6’ and weighing 230 pounds…he is the 4CW World Champion…[CHUX]!!!

[chux] continues down the aisle; every few steps he looks over his shoulder. As he reaches the ring, he stops and turns around one last time. He turns back around and grabs Sarah Loveless from the timekeeper’s table as shouts, ‘where is she?’, to which a frightened Loveless stammers out, ‘Alex…Alexandre’. [chux] lets go over her before rolling underneath the bottom ropes. He walks towards Skywolf and mouths, ‘what are you laughing at?’

Phoenix: [chux] thinks Lord Skywolf is laughing at him.

Jeffrey: He probably took Amy and he’s getting a good chuckle out of it.

Roberts: Yeah, Skywolf got dressed up in a black hoodie, kidnapped Amy, and teleported out here in his wrestling gear. Give me a break. I think it’s obvious who took her and it wasn’t Lord Skywolf.

Skywolf just laughs at [chux]. The champion doesn’t take too kindly to it and he smacks Lord Skywolf right in the mouth. The smile is gone and replaced with rage. [chux] swings again, but LSW catches his hand. As [chux] goes to pull back, Skywolf keeps hold of his hand and pulls him forward into a sitdown uranage suplex.

Roberts: Fallen Angel from Skywolf!

Jeffrey: What a cheap move!

Quickly turning his body, Skywolf grabs both of [chux]’s legs and hooks him into a tight pin, as the ref drops to make the count.

1…

2…

3-Kick out!

Phoenix: [chux] just managed to kick out in the nick of time after Skywolf caught him off guard.

Jeffrey: [chux] knew that was coming all along.

Rather than worry about not getting the immediate win, Skywolf grabs [chux] by the back of his head and drags him to his feet. Hurling [chux] shoulder-first into the nearest corner, Skywolf grabs him from behind as he stumbles out from the turnbuckles, locking in a half nelson before hurling [chux] halfway across the ring with a suplex.

Roberts: Skywolf with a half nelson suplex on the champ, targeting the shoulder he had just sent into the steel ring post.

Phoenix: [chux] is holding his right shoulder, and he might have dislocated it on that landing.

Jeffrey: We should throw the whole match out! The champ is hurt!

Stalking towards his downed opponent, Skywolf hunches over [chux]’s back, pulling his right arm away from his body. Hooking the arm under his left armpit, Skywolf drops to a knee and pulls back on [chux]’s right shoulder, trying to force a submission straight away.

Phoenix: Skywolf is a great submission wrestler, and he’s showing that right there as he applies more pressure to that hurt shoulder.

Standing back up once more, Skywolf keeps hold of [chux]’s arm as he turns his body and drops back down, scissoring [chux]’s arm between his legs in an inverted cross armbreaker.

Roberts: What a devastating maneuver, and, with [chux] so far from the ropes, he might have no choice but to tap out.

Trying to inch his way closer to the ropes, [chux] claws at the mat while trying to free himself of the hold. As he starts to move closer towards the ropes, Skywolf releases the move and begins to drag him back to the middle of the ring. [chux], however, manages to turn his body and pull Skywolf’s upper body towards him using his right arm, grabbing Wolf’s legs with his left as he cradles him into a quick pin.

1!

2!

Kick out.

Roberts: Phew. That was a little too close.

Rolling away, Skywolf shakes off the fact that he was almost pinned, turning back to face [chux] as the champion also climbs to a standing position. Holding his shoulder, [chux] cringes slightly as he rotates his right arm, working out the kinks before motioning to Skywolf for a lock up. Both men move in for the collar and elbow tie up, with Skywolf focusing his strength on [chux]’s right shoulder, twisting his arm and ducking behind him with a hammerlock. Grabbing [chux]’s jaw with his right hand while holding [chux]’s right wrist with his left, Skywolf wrenches on his neck and shoulder, before pushing [chux]’s left shoulder and spinning him outward, bringing him down with a single-arm DDT on his right shoulder.

Phoenix: Skywolf has done nothing but target [chux]’s shoulder the entire match, and, even if he manages to win this match, the World Champion might not be able to be much of a threat at Reincarnation.

Jeffrey: You just ask Mike Nichols how much of a threat [chux] is.

Rolling over onto his back, [chux] holds his right arm as Skywolf runs into the far ropes. Coming back, Skywolf leaps into the air and flips forward with a senton, crashing down across [chux]’s knees.

Phoenix: [chux] just managed to get the knees up, and that could be the momentum shift he needed!

Holding his back, Skywolf stumbles away from [chux] and slumps against the ropes, in obvious pain after landing hard on [chux]’s knees. Trying his best to get to his feet, [chux] favors his right shoulder as he comes up behind Skywolf, driving his knee into the small of Wolf’s back, causing him to arch backwards in pain. Grabbing Skywolf’s midsection under his left arm, [chux] backs them both away from the ropes and lifts LSW into the air before quickly dropping his back down across his knee.

Phoenix: Backbreaker from [chux] after the knees Skywolf took to the back, and, even though he’s favoring his shoulder, [chux] is looking the best he has this entire match!

With Skywolf down on the mat, [chux] moves towards his legs, grabbing both and lifting them into the air. Looking out to the crowd, [chux] then steps through and crosses Skywolf’s legs over his own, before turning over into a sharpshooter.

Phoenix: The World Champ has the sharpshooter locked in on Skywolf in the middle of the ring!

Roberts: That’s a smack in the face to Nichols, who uses that move on a regular basis.

Jeffrey: What? Can’t more than one person use the same move?

Howling out in pain, Skywolf holds his left hand over his back while he tries to crawl towards the ropes with his right. Not wanting to risk damaging his back in order to crawl across the ring to the ropes, Skywolf bends his body forward and reaches back with his right hand, grabbing [chux]’s left foot. Quickly pulling [chux]’s foot back, Skywolf pushes with his legs and sends [chux] falling forward to the mat. Rolling with it as best he can, Wolf pushes himself up as he locks [chux]’s legs over his own, bringing him into a sharpshooter.

Roberts: And, just as [chux] looked to have the advantage, Skywolf reversed the sharpshooter into one of his own!

Jeffrey: Is Lord Skywolf smacking Nichols in the face now, too? I didn’t think so.

As Skywolf squats down on the hold, boos suddenly begin to rise from the crowd as Joshua Taro Freedom appears on the stage, slowly walking towards the ring. His eyes on Skywolf, JTF stops in front of the apron and continues to watch. Getting sick of the unwanted attention, Skywolf releases the hold and moves towards the ropes, asking JTF what he’s doing there.

Roberts: JTF is obviously here to watch his partner’s back. But, where is Nichols?

Taking a seat near the timekeeper, JTF motions for Skywolf to go back to what he was doing, as Wolf turns around and grabs [chux] by the back of the head as he tries to stand. Whipping [chux] into the far corner, Skywolf comes charging in behind, but catches nothing but turnbuckle as [chux] ducks out of the way. Hitting hard, Skywolf turns around and rushes back out to catch [chux], but this time is met with a superkick that catches him right under the chin, causing Wolf to fall back into the ropes.

Phoenix: [chux] just won’t quit! And, Skywolf just won’t go down!

Jeffrey: Not for less than a hundred bucks, anyway.

Stumbling back out from the ropes, Skywolf tries to shake off the effects of the superkick, as [chux] grabs LSW by the head, runs up the ropes, and flips over LSW’s head, sending the challenger crashing down on the back of his head.

Phoenix: The Flare!

Roberts: But, he used his right arm to perform the move, and might not be able to make the cover immediately. He stills looks to be favoring it from earlier in the match.

Holding his right shoulder, [chux] sits on his knees for a few moments before turning his focus back to Skywolf, covering the downed man as the referee drops to make the count.

1…

2…

3-Kick out!

Roberts: Somehow, Skywolf managed to kick out, and he’s still in this match!

Phoenix: Skywolf craves that title like nothing else, and it’s unfortunate to know he may never get another shot at it if he doesn’t win this match.

Roberts: Even JTF’s on his feet right now. That’s how close it was to being over.

Shaking his head, [chux] pushes away from Skywolf and climbs back to his feet, looking around the ring for the nearest corner. Finding it, [chux] slowly steps out onto the apron, then starts climbing to the top of the ring post as Skywolf begins to come to his feet in the ring. Slowly standing, Skywolf turns around to see the champ standing on the top rope, before jumping into the air at Skywolf.

Phoenix: The World Champ is taking a big risk here!

Flying off the top, [chux] comes crashing back down with a flying cross body, but Skywolf catches him with a jumping spin kick to the chest.

Roberts: And, the risk doesn’t pay off!

Hitting the mat hard, [chux] holds his ribs as Skywolf doesn’t give him a chance to rest, dragging him to his feet before looking to whip him across the ring. But, as Skywolf sends him across to the far corner, he holds on and pulls [chux] back into the near corner, accidentally crushing the referee, who had moved to the corner for safety after thinking the two were heading across to the opposite end.

Roberts: [chux] just killed the ref!

Jeffrey: Thanks to Skywolf!

Backing up, Skywolf then charges forward and leaps into the air at [chux], but [chux] moves out of the way and Wolf almost hits the ref again, but he stops just short. Turning around, Skywolf catches the champion’s foot as [chux] throws another superkick at him. Skywolf spins [chux] around and lifts him into a torture rack position. Skywolf then reaches back to hook [chux]’s far arm rather than his neck, leaving Mr. 4CW lying flat on his back over LSW’s shoulders, with one arm hooked with one of Skywolf’s, the other arm around LSW’s neck, and a cradle locked in between his legs. Skywolf turns with [chux], but the Unnatural Predator is met with a hard kick right in the crotch from JTF, who entered the ring when the ref went down. Skywolf is almost frozen holding himself as [chux] drops to the mat, uninjured. JTF kicks LSW one more time between the legs before lifting him up on this shoulders in the fireman’s carry position.

Jeffrey: Free Fall time, bitches!

All of the sudden, the bell starts ringing. JTF drops Skywolf and turns around to see the referee is standing in the corner, talking to the ring announcer.

Roberts: JTF got busted!

Loveless: Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification…LORD SKYWOLF!!!

JTF turns back around and he is met by LSW, who nails him with a hard right hand to the face. The Angel of the Abyss follows it up with a couple more that send JTF to the rope. Skywolf charges and clotheslines JTF over the top and to the outside. LWS rolls under the ropes to the outside, as JTF gets to his feet. JTF and LSW start trading punches as they work their way up the aisle as they get to the top. 4CW officials come out and try to break them up as they go through the curtain. In the ring, the ref hands [chux] the 4CW World Championship belt. [chux] shouts at Loveless to ‘say it’.

Loveless: But, the title cannot change hands on a disqualification, and the 4CW World Champion is still…[CHUX]!!!

[chux] holds the belt high into the air as the boos rain down on him. [chux]’s moment of relief is cut short, however, as the 4CWtron comes to life and we see the man in the hooded sweatshirt one more time.

Phoenix: What the hell is this?

He has Amy struggling over his shoulder with her mouth, wrists, and ankles taped so that she can’t speak or move. [chux] stands terrified in the ring as the man pops the trunk to a car. He throws Amy in the trunk and she tries to force a scream as he shuts the lid. He starts to walk away, but [chux] has grabbed a mike.

[chux]: Alexandre! You fuck! Let her go!

The man doesn’t listen; he just keeps walking.

Jeffrey: That son of a bitch is going to kidnap Amy!

As he walks, a large monster truck comes into view. The man stops right in front of it.

[chux]: Hey! Let her out of there! You listening? Let her go, NOW!!!

The man throws his dark hood back from his face and slowly turns around. [chux] looks absolutely stunned to see that it is not Alexandre as he thought. Instead, it is none other than “Main Event” Mike Nichols. He looks into the camera with a crazy look in his eyes.

Nichols: I don’t know why you are yelling for Alexandre, you piece of shit. He isn’t going to help you.

[chux]: Michael! What the hell are you going to do?

Nichols: I’m glad you asked. You see, I’ve locked the lovely Amy Andolini into the trunk of that car over there. Now I’m going to get into this big fuckin’ truck right here and flatten her like a pancake.

[chux] tenses up and grips the top rope with one hand and the microphone with the other until his knuckles turn white.

[chux]: You sick cunt! You know she has nothing to do with this, Mike! Let her go! You want me!

Nichols: You’re damn right, I want you. But, since I can’t get you, your little girlfriend is going to have to pay for your sins. You see, I’ve been dicked over for the last time by you and I’ve just snapped. I’ve fucking snapped. I want my title rematch, and I want it now. No cheap DQs or count-outs. No draws. Just you and me, one fall to the finish, winner gets the title.

[chux]: Fuck off! You had your chance at Gallows End and you blew it! Let it go, and let her out of there!

Nichols starts to climb into the truck. He sits in the driver’s seat.

Nichols: I’m sorry you feel that way. Now you are going to have to clean Amy out of the tread on these big ass tires.

Nichols fires up the monster truck and [chux]’s eyes get wide.

Nichols: Last chance, Chucky! My rematch, or your girl. What’s it gonna be?

[chux] is pacing in the ring, breathing heavily and visibly shaking. He looks at his belt and then at Amy. He’s stammering on the microphone as he can’t seem to put the words together. Nichols shrugs his shoulders and slams on the gas. Nichols is flying through the parking lot. [chux] doesn’t know what to do. Nichols is reaching the point of no return when….

[chux]: ALRIGHT! Stop that damn thing! You get your shot, just get her out of there and get your psycho arse down here!

Nichols swerves and just misses the car. He slams on the breaks and turns the truck around. Nichols pulls up next to the car and hops down with a smile as [chux] looks like he is about to throw up. “Break Stuff” starts to play and Nichols walks back into the building.

[chux]: You…

Nichols walks through a few halls backstage until he reaches the curtains leading to the ring. He appears on the stage amidst screams and cheers from the fans, and intensely walks with a purpose to the ring. Nichols throws off the sweatshirt, leaving him in only a pair of faded jeans and his Nike Shox. [chux] watches, lifting the mike to his mouth as if he wants to say something, but, for the first time in his career, can’t seem to find the words.

Phoenix: Here we go!

Nichols slides under the bottom ropes and [chux] is all over him with punches and stomps to the back and head. The bell rings to officially start the match as [chux] grabs Nichols’ hair and pulls him to his feet. [chux] whips Nichols but Nichols reverses and whips [chux] off the ropes. The champion runs right into a Double-A spinebuster. Nichols mounts up and fires punches of his own onto [chux]. The champion bucks Nichols off of him and both men make it to their feet.

Phoenix: These two are going to kill each other!

Jeffrey: Nichols should be arrested, not fighting for the World Title!

They meet again in the center of the ring and trade punches. Nichols gains the advantage and hits a couple of quick punches, but [chux] pokes him in the eye to stop his momentum. [chux] pushes Nichols into the corner. He attempts to whip Nichols across the ring, but it’s reversed and [chux] is sent crashing into the turnbuckle. Nichols charges, but [chux] pulls the ref right in front of his body to shield himself. Nichols stops shorts and grabs the ref. He pushes him out of the way and, with the ref’s back turned, [chux] kicks Nichols between the legs.

Roberts: Behind the ref’s back, [chux] may have just ended this match.

[chux] grabs Nichols by the head and he signals for the end. [chux] turns around and runs toward the corner, but Nichols pushes [chux] off and he collides with the steel ring post, his right shoulder hitting hard. Pulling himself out of the corner, [chux] stumbles out backwards and Nichols comes from behind and rolls him up. The ref drops down.

1…

2…

3!!!!

Phoenix: He did it! Oh, my god! Nichols did it!

The crowd erupts and [chux] is in complete shock as the referee raises Nichols’ hand in victory.

Loveless: Here is your winner, and the NEW 4CW World Champion…“MAIN EVENT” MIKE NICHOLS!!!

[chux] is on his knees, looking on as the ref hands Nichols the 4CW World Championship belt. Nichols gets the belt and holds it up high as the crowd chants in unison.

Crowd: Nichols! Nichols! Nichols!

[chux] screams, ‘no!’ and, all of the sudden, he is pulled out of the ring. [chux] looks up and sees JTF has pulled him out. Lord Skywolf slides into the ring from the other side. He walks over and grab Nichols’ arm and he raises it up as “Break Stuff” blares over the loudspeaker.

Phoenix: I can’t believe it! We have a new World Champion here tonight, and he is the “Main Event” Mike Nichols!

Roberts: I can’t believe it, either! What a moment!

Jeffrey: This isn’t fair! [chux] had a hurt shoulder, and he just got through fighting Skywolf. Tyler Smith should reverse this decision, because it’s wrong!

Roberts: [chux] agreed to it, Ray. Nichols won the match, and that’s all there is to it.

Phoenix: He’s been known as the Main Event, the Show Stealer and tonight Mike Nichols will simply be known as champion! Ladies and gentlemen, we’re all out of time tonight, but we’ll be back in two weeks for Reincarnation, and hope you’ll join us then. For James Roberts and Ray Jeffrey, this is Scott Phoenix saying goodnight, and God bless.

Nichols climbs up on the corner, holding the belt above his head as flashbulbs pop all around him. The 4CW logo flashes across the screen as we fade to black.

4CW

[Lord Skywolf]

Yeah, I know the colors are ugly on these boards, but we'll live with them for now.

As for who wrote what, I did the opener, SBD wrote the four-way, and Mikey did the main and the segments surrounding it. I wrote the Alex/Smith seg, and I'm pretty sure everyone else wrote their own.

[Joshua Taro Freedom]

I demand to be called the World Champion after beating him on the same show he won the belt. DEMAND I tell ya.

[Hilds]

This is the review I wrote after reading the show on the main boards. I'm assuming nothing has changed drastically in the cross over...




Storm Front for Dec 18th

Some words on each seg and match, just write what you think and feel as you read it.

Opening Seg: Smith interviewing Reamer and Cereb
* I like the idea of Smith being GM, he’s a character with history (commentator) and seems to fit well. Not so sure about a booker being in a big gimmick match at the PPV (you all knew that was coming…) although as it’s not the main event or for a title I’ll let it go... Was very interesting and funny at first, but seemed to drag on a little bit in the middle with too many insults. Ramps up the iron man match well.

Second Seg: JTF’s Wolf and Nichols seg.
* Great, light hearted seg. Short, sweet and to the point.

First match: Universal Championship match- JTF Vs Nichols.
* Initial thought isn’t a good one… A booker in a title match. Hopefully it will play out well. Very happy to see JTF has a title, the guy has skills when it comes to rping. Very entertaining match. I kinda lost interest in the mid part and skipped a bit (not the writers fault, my mind just wanders sometimes), but it grabbed my attention when Nichols hit the Fade to Black. Disappointed to see the ref bump after that tho. [chux] coming out and getting booed? He must have switched alignment while I’ve been away. Disappointing finish really, it’s been done a million times before. A bit concerned about the whole [chux] Vs Nichols thing as Nichols is a booker. Nice match overall tho.

Third Seg: Tyler Smith office seg.
* Updating the PPV card, some nice matches on there. Alex comes in demanding a match and Smith seems to roll over for him, has something happened between them in the last couple of weeks? Smith turns it round quite well, although I hope there isn’t a wrestler/GM angle in the pipeline.

Second Match: 4 Way.
* MISSING!! Oh well, at least the rest of the show is up and sorted. SBD is usually bang on with his time keeping.

Fourth Seg: Inferno seg.
* Looks like Inferno’s coming back. Should be interesting.

Fifth Seg: Krone Seg.
* I really don’t see the point in typing all the lyrics out, it makes the start of the seg really boring to read. What’s the deal with Krone’s handbag? Maybe he keeps his favourite dildo in there? Now I’m confused, if Bennison wins then he keeps his title and gets Krone’s handbag, if Krone wins then he gets the title and burns his own handbag? I’m struggling to see the relevance of the bag here, any chance someone can let me know a bit about it? Sneak attack from Bennison making Krone a huge under dog for the PPV. Nice enough seg which did it’s job, but did confuse me in several places (prob because I’ve been away for six months and am behind with storylines etc).

Sixth Seg: [chux] and Amy seg.
* Strange seg. Looks like Amy has some problems (I don’t think the hooded figure is Alex tho).

Third Match: Skypup Vs [chux]
* Very booker laden show this week, although if the rest of the roster aren’t sending in segs or posting rps then they don’t deserve to be booked. [chux] seems to forget about Amy a bit quickly… I wonder if she’ll make a 4CWtron appearance at the end of the match? Out comes JTF, looks like the odds are stacking against LSW. Another ref bumb… JTF interfering and getting busted. Wolf wins, but something tells me he’s in for a little two on one action… Wolf seems to have got over the punch, and then the kick to the crotch pretty quickly, maybe his dinkle is removable?... The hooded man is Nichols, and he’s gonna kill Amy!! I thought Nichols was face because he’s facing a heel [chux]? Gah, I’m so out of touch right now…

Fourth Match: [chux] Vs Nichols
* Short match and Nichols wins, taking the title. Everyone already knows what I’m gonna think about this…


Favourite Match of the Night: JTF Vs Nichols just shades Skypup Vs [chux].

Your favourite character of the Night: JTF for the seg with Skypup and Nichols.

What Was Done Right With Your Character? : N/A

What Was Done Wrong With Your Character? : N/A

Favourite Line/Bump of the Night: Nothing really stood out for me.

Star of the show: Hard to say really. The obvious one is Nichols, but he’s a booker and doesn’t really count. No one else stood out. Still, congrats to Mic Nic. That title win has been a long time coming.

General thoughts:

• Damn show was on time, I had already written out my first scathing review…
• There was a match missing (the four way). This is why I don’t like bookers being in a position on the show where they have to rp as rping takes time that could be spent writing matches etc. I know the bookers want to “play” as well, but in my experience (and I’ve been involved in feds at every level for a number of years now) when bookers are in a main event position and have to rp the shows are either late or have matches missing. I still maintain that all booker characters should only be used to further the rest of the roster and really shouldn’t be in any title feuds. Moan over…
• I’m hoping there is plenty of activity from the roster, I wanna feud with someone!!
• The PPV build up was quite well done with plenty of mentions of it and all the matches seeming to be angled towards the PPV.
• Liked the idea of the title changing hands on SF. It shows anything can happen at any time and keeps the readers interested.

Rate the Show: 5/10 (due to missing match and booker over exposure)

Final Thought: Not a bad show, but… to summarise… three matches which all involved bookers (not including the missing match). All title matches involving bookers. And there was a title change with a roster member dropping to a booker. I know I’m like a broken record with this kind of thing, but I really think bookers shouldn’t be this prominent on the shows (see my second general thoughts post for further reasons).

[SBD]

Sorry guys, I had the four way done on Monday and I couldn't get it up since the forums were down. It'll be up in a minute.

[Lord Skywolf]

The whole show's up now.

[emerald]

I've read most of the show and by no means this isn't a review. But why is there so much swearing? If you watch Raw, Smackdown, ECW and Impact you wouldn't see words like that being used. This is just s suggestion, but don't you think you should cut down on the swearing? And on another note, I remember on one SF Supreme and Cereb were arguing over Chris Crow and Supreme said he was straight edge, but he was smoking in the seg, whats up with that?

P.S. Skywolf, check your messages.

[reamer]

emerald said:

I've read most of the show and by no means this isn't a review. But why is there so much swearing? If you watch Raw, Smackdown, ECW and Impact you wouldn't see words like that being used. This is just s suggestion, but don't you think you should cut down on the swearing? And on another note, I remember on one SF Supreme and Cereb were arguing over Chris Crow and Supreme said he was straight edge, but he was smoking in the seg, whats up with that?

P.S. Skywolf, check your messages.

Well, we run the deal that we are being "aired" on HBO so that is why we are allowed to air the more out there language. As far as the whole Straight Edge thing goes. That segment was written by Cereb and I was not able to edit it prior to it's posting to remove the straightedge bit. Sorry for the mis-communication, but Supreme is not Straightedge.

-Reamer

[kg]

Smith/Supreme/Cereb segment: There was a lot of swearing, but it served it's purpose. It intensified the situation and hyped things up for the Iron Man Match at Reincarnation. I thought it was a bit long, but good for the most part.

Nichols vs. JTF: Pretty enjoyable match here, good [chux] run in with the Amy sneak.

Roky vs. Meyer vs. Kim vs. Wolfbane: Roky picks up yet another win. The kid is on a roll heading into Reincarnation and deserves it, very devoted roleplayer.

Krone/Bennison segment: Krone wrote it, I added in the attack, felt we needed something to head into the pay-per-view.

[chux] vs. Lord Skywolf: Something was missing in this match, I just wasn't getting into it. Possibly because it was basically a re-do of the JTF/Nichols match from earlier with the ref bump, run-in routine. So Nichols was the kidnapper, before Nichols was revealed, didn't it say that it was Alexandre who brought Amy into the room?

[chux] vs. Nichols: The rivalry continues, but I totally didn't expect Nichols to win the title. On a Stormfront!? Huge shocker there, congratulations Nichols, you deserve it. Hope your reign lasts longer than Kane's!

Rating: 8/10

General Thoughts: Matches were all decent in length, can't complain there. Segments were lengthy and plentiful. Only three matches though, and a lot of rushed match for the ppv. Therefore, I give it an 8.

[Main Event]

admin said:

I demand to be called the World Champion after beating him on the same show he won the belt. DEMAND I tell ya.

Tell that to Owen Hart. I'm sure he felt the same why when he beat Bret at WM X only for Bret to win the title later in the evening. Let's just hope you stay out of the rafters....................Oh I am so going to hell for that one.

[sery]

This must of been along time ago ehh