CZW presents OVERDRIVE!


| May 28th | * Dayton, Ohio * Hara Arena |


-=CZW Presents: OVERDRIVE=-
Streamed Live on CZW.com!

-=Monday May 28th, 2012=-
Hara Arena, Dayton, Ohio


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(Mike Monroe seg goes here. Will add later.)

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-=KING OF COMBAT QUARTER-FINALS!=-
Johnny Kerosene vs "The Mountain Man" Joshua Newsome

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Daniels: "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the second edition of the new CZW Overdrive! I'm Jarred Daniels alongside the always charming Mr. William Masters!"

Masters: "Charming? Interesting choice of words............be sure to stay on your side of the desk, Daniels."

Daniels: "We've already had the show electrified by our new X-Division Champion, but it's time to kick things off the way CZW always does it, with some violence! It's CZW's Resident Rockstar! It's the Mountain Man! It's King of Combat Quarter-Finals!"

"Cowboy Way" by Hell Yeah blasts over the speakers in the Hara Arena to a rousing chorus of boos. From behind the black curtain emerges the massive Joshua Newsome, two fists raised in the air while he yells at the top of his lungs. He wears basic black wrestling trunks and his hair and beard is just as long and unruly as ever.

Jessica Towers: "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your opening contest, scheduled for one fall, and it is a Quarter-Final match in the 2012 King of Combat tournament! Introducing first, from a heavily wooded area in the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio!"

A small pop goes off for the mentioning of the crowd's home state, thought barely for the man it's direct at.

Jessica Towers: "He stands 6'2", weighing in at 295lbs! He is "The Mountain Man", Joshuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Neeeeeeeeeeeeeewsoooooooooooome!"

Mountain Man stomps up the stairs and immediately enters the ring, wasting no time. The music suddenly changes to "Night Lies" by Bang Camaro, and the boos actually manage to get louder! The curtain breaks apart and out enters the brash and self-assured Johnny Kerosene. He wears black half-tights with an abundance of designs in various colors around them, a graphic of his face place on the longer tight leg, as well as a ring jacker with the same features and a headband that reads 'Kerosene' across it. He smirks and raises his hands into the air.

Jessica Towers: "And his opponent! From Bristol, England, he stands 6" and weighs in at 209lbs, he is CZW's resident Rockstar! This is Johnnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Keroseneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Kerosene waves off a couple of screaming fan girls at ringside who just don't understand the premise of a 'bad guy' and slides into the ring, but the referee has no time to ring the bell because the Mountain Man jumps right to it with clubs to the back! The crowd erupts in the action as MTM actually picks kerosene up by his jacket and throws him across the ring! Kerosene's sunglasses go flying out of the ring, and he struggles to get out of his jacket before it could be used against him again!

Daniels: "Look at him run!"

Masters: "He's not bloody running, imbecile, he's preparing himself for the perfect counter."

Just as Masters finishes speaking, Kerosene manages to throw his coat at MTM, distracting him and allowing Kerosene to go for a front chopblock to the right knee!

Masters: "Told you."

Kerosene puts the boots the Newsome but even with a hurt knee the strength of MTM pushes him up. Kerosene again goes for the knee with two swift kicks, but gets caught on the third attempt and pulled in to a wicked clothesline! As he hits the ground, Newsome bounces off the ropes and comes running back, getting great height as he comes crashing down with a big legdrop! The crowd "OHS!" at the way Kerosene's body jumps on the impact!

Daniels: "Did you see Kerosene's feet! They shot up into the air! What impact!"

Newsome rolls over into a cover! The ref counts!

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Daniels: "How is he not dead?!?!"

Masters: "The match just started, Daniels. Did you really expect two moves to get him the win against a decorated champion such as Kerosene?"

Daniels: "I, uhhhhh...."

Masters: "Exactly."

Newsome growls and picks up the beaten Kerosene, lifting him up over his head in the Military Press! He drops Kerosene, but Kerosene land son his feet! He drives the forearm, this time to the back of the knee, with another chop block! Kerosene goes to work slamming the attacked leg into the mat, once, twice, three times! He then picks it up and hooks the heel under his arm, grapevining the leg in a heel hook! Newsome struggles with the hold, screaming out in pain as Kerosene wrenches on the heel and knee as hard as he can!

Masters: "That is a textbook heel hook. Say what you want about Johnny Kerosene's demeanor, but in the ring he is an artist."

Daniels: "Don't count out Newsome yet, William! It'll take a lot more than that to put him down!"

Just as Daniels predicted, Newsome begins to power himself toward the ropes. Getting angrier, he attempts stomp Kerosene off of his leg, but he has the hold locked in too tight! Newsome screams again before pushing himself closer to the ropes still! He reaches out......and.......he grabs it! The ref begins the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Kerosene breaks the hold and the ref gets into his face, but Johnny yells right back that he has until 5 as the crowd let's him know how they feel with a barrage of boos! He shakes his head in frustration just as Newsome uses the ropes to drag himself back up! Johnny sees him and holds his arms out in anticipation!

Daniels: "This is it! He's setting up for The Facemelter! How many people has Johnny put down with this one?"

Masters: "I believe he's about to add one more to the count."

Newsome limps back, trying to get some feeling into his injured leg and is caught in the full-nelson! Kerosene fights to drive him into the ground, but MTM is too powerful! He breaks the hold, turning and grabbing Kerosene by the throat! He lifts him up and drives him right into the mat with a chokeslam! The force is great but Josh's injured leg forces him to fall down again!

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Daniels: "Kerosene gets the shoulder up! This match is still under way!"

Masters: "It was the delay, Daniels. Those moments between impact and cover saved Johnny, all thanks to his attack on the leg of Newsome."

Both men struggle to get to their feet, Johnny first, Josh after. Kerosene shakes off the daze he's in and turns just as Newsome backs up and locks in the full-nelson again!

Daniels: "Face Melter! Face Melter!"

Masters: "And again Newsome battles out of the hold, what strength from the woodland colossus!"

Newsome pushes Kerosene back and attempts to bounce off the ropes, ignoring the pain in his leg as he turns his limp into a sort of run. He gets a full head of steam and charges, only to receive a brutal dropkick right to that injured knee! Newsome falls forward and smacks the canvas, giving Kerosene time to bounce off of the ropes himself and come back with a mighty single-hand bulldog! Even that isn't enough to put the Mountain Man down, as he roars and powers up through the pain! He turns just in time for Kerosene to run up to him and jump, clasping both hands around his head and driving Newsome into the ground with a sickenign thud with a leaping complete shot! He spikes him on the top of his head and folds him in half backwards as the fans lose it!

Daniels: "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!?!"

Masters: "Haha, Daniels, that is a maneuver Johnny has developed on his time away. He calls that Starstruck."

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"Night Lies" blares back on again as Kerosene rolls tot he ropes and pulls himself up, the ref grabbing his hand and raising it in victory!

Jessica Towers: "Here is your winner, Johnny Kerosene!"

Kerosene smirks at his name being called, nodding his head in pure arrogance. He rips his hand from the ref and rolls out of the ring, not even acknowledging the crowd's boos which makes them boo even louder! The heat is at maximum in the Hara Arena!

Daniels: "There it is, fans! Johnny Kerosene moves on to the next round and is one step closer to becoming our first new CZW World Champion in the new era!"

Masters: "With a vicious technique like the Starstruck at his disposal, that goal is not too hard to believe."

A final shot of Kerosene standing victorious hits the screen before we cut away for more exciting action!

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A man in a trench coat rushes to the barricade from the crowd and hops over it. He grabs the mic from the announcer and enters the ring.

Man: CZW, it has been too long since I Mike King have been here.

The crowd cheers for the returning Mike King.

Mike King: It has been over one year since I have last been here. Granted we were in a larger venue but this shithole is fine too...

The crowd's cheers turn to boos.

King: In that year it has been tough for me. I have been in several promotions that I never caught the fire that I did in here. I wrestled in Mexican and Japanese promotions where I learned new skills that will help me in case I would find that fire again. I have learned the ancient style of lucha libre called Llave through Jorge Rivera. Llave is based around submissions that you have never seen before and you will never see again. I am back in CZW because I have found this fire again. A fire that I will share the Llave style with you.

The crowd slightly cheer for King for his return.

King: Now you may wonder why I have returned to CZW.

King looks at the aisle and sees security rush towards him

King: But now is not the time.

King drops his microphone and rushes out of the ring and over the barricade. The crowd boos as King parts the seas en route to make his escape to evade security. King exits through one of the section as the scene ends.

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-=EPIC THREE-WAY ACTION!=-
"The Prophecy" Daniel Cain vs "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze vs "Canada's Finest" Edward Croft

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“A Cut Above” by Avery Watts hits. Krimzon Blaze sprints out to the ring, the CZW fans cheering his name. “Sweet Sacrifice” by Evanescence follows and Daniel Cain walks out to another loud pop. “Invincible” by MGK hits next, resulting in a mixed reaction. Half of the fans are abusing him for his attack on Havok, while the other half is applauding him for the attack. Croft smirks and runs to the ring. He eyes off Blaze. The bell rings.

Croft charges at Blaze. Blaze is prepared and leaps over his head. Croft rebounds off the ropes and comes back, but Daniel Cain nails Croft with a wicked dropkick, sending him to the ground. Blaze springs off the ropes and connects with a senton on Croft. Together, Cain and Blaze pick Croft up. They whip him into the corner. Cain runs and connects with a splash in the corner. He then drops to all fours and acts as a platform for Blaze. Blaze follows up with a flying leg lariat to the head of Croft! Blaze stands up…

…and is nailed by the Greatest Sin! Cain tosses Croft to the outside and prepares for the Fallen Angel moonsault. He makes sure that Blaze is in position, even dropping two elbows to make sure. Satisfied, he lines up and runs at the corner. He gets to the top rope…only to receive a chair in the face for his troubles! Cain falls backwards, landing painfully on the mat. Croft staggers into the ring, chair in hand. He waits in prey for Blaze to stand up. Blaze stands up…and ducks the chair shot! Croft prepares to strike again, from behind this time. Blaze quickly goes for a Pele kick! It hits! The chair slams into Croft’s face, drawing blood! Blaze grins. He grabs Croft and lifts him to his feet…

“The Kode of Silence…”

“…HAS CHOSEN YOU!”

Blaze lifts Croft onto his shoulders for the KoS. Croft, aware of the danger, wriggles out and lands behind Blaze. Croft shoves Blaze, who crashes into Daniel Cain. Croft grabs a cloth from outside the ring and begins wiping the blood off his face. He turns…to find Krimzon Blaze leaping over the top rope! Croft reacts just in time! He uses Blaze’s momentum and sends him slamming into the announcer’s table! Daniel Cain leaps over the tope rope after Blaze. Croft still has his back turned. Cain dropkicks Croft in the back, driving him into the announcer’s desk! Croft’s head snaps forward, busting him open further after contact with the monitors. Cain grabs Blaze and whips him into the steel steps. Cain grabs a mic as both Blaze and Croft struggle to regather. Instead of saying anything, He waits for either man to rise…

…the fans cheer as Blaze stands back up! Blaze staggers over to Cain, who cracks him over the head with the mic. Cain rolls Blaze into the ring. He is about to climb in himself, when his foot is yanked by Croft. Cain slams hard on the outside. Croft slams a chair in Cain’s midsection, before following up with a Cradle DDT onto the chair. Cain crumples, showing no sign of consciousness. Croft nods and rolls into the ring. Blaze is trying to stand, so Croft drives his knee into the side of his head. Croft lifts Blaze up and unleashes on him! He nails him with move after moves from his arsenal: Spinning spinebuster…snap swinging neckbreaker…reverse STO into the corner…Russian legsweep…finally, Croft stops. He looks outside, where medics are checking on Daniel Cain. Croft looks down at Blaze. He grabs a mic…

“Blaze…I warned you…I was going to target you…and beat you! Cain…he was nothing but an annoyance…but he will take no further part in this match…it’s just you and me. You spot monkeys really frustrate me…I took care of one, Jacob Havok, last week…and now…you best be ready to join him!”

Croft tosses the mic aside and Cain is helped to the back. Croft leaps to the top rope and signals for his 450 leg drop…the Serial Killer Air! He jumps…rotates…and lands ass first on the mat. Blaze, in a desperation move, rolled to the ropes. As he tries to pulls himself to his feet, Croft winces in pain. Blaze dropkicks Croft in the face. The fans roar, giving Blaze a surge of energy! He nails Croft with a flurry of kicks, keeping Croft on the ground. He springs off the ropes and connects with a flipping leg drop to the back of Croft’s head. Blaze leaps to the top rope as Croft gets to his feet. He leaps off and connects with a hurricanrana! Blaze points to all the fans, who cheer! He grabs a chair and places it on the floor. Blaze grabs Croft by the head and positions him over the chair. He mouths “All is Forgiven…” before connecting with a Twist of Fate onto the chair. Blaze sits up, grinning, and mouths “…NOT!” Croft is lying face up, blood oozing out of the wound on his face. Blaze jumps to the top rope…

…W.T.F.K.B!?!? Blaze stands up and motions for one more. The fans cheer. Blaze jumps to the top rope again…W.T.F.K.B!?!? Blaze then lifts Croft to his feet. He smiles as he lifts Croft onto his shoulders. Blaze, showing great strength for his size, carries Croft around the ring, showing all four sections of the crowd the bloodied face of Croft.

“THE KODE OF SILENCE…”

“…HAS CHOSEN YOU!!!”

A sea of boos is heard. Croft thumbs the eyes of Blaze again, before sliding off his back yet again. He staggers to his feet. Croft grabs the chair and drives it three times over the head of a blinded Krimzon Blaze. Croft laughs. He lifts Blaze onto his shoulders. Croft nails KB with his own Kode of Silence!! Croft places the chair over the face of Blaze. He carefully climbs to the top rope…SERIAL KILLER ONTO THE CHAIR! Croft moves the chair out of the way and stands up. A loud cheer is heard. Croft smiles and motions for more…

…Daniel Cain nails Croft with his Fisherman Driver, Nostradamus. Cain then wastes no time in hitting the Fallen Angel moonsault! Cain covers…

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Daniel Cain has done it! Despite being taken to the back…he has managed to win this violent triple threat match! Medics rush to the ring to check on Croft and Blaze, both of whom are busted open!

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The scene opens and Knuckles Muldoon is seen talking to Ryan Lewis out back. The Camera is on them but neither is aware.

Ryan: What's the deal Knuckles? Brian doesn't even show up last week and this week we're told don't even bother including him. Where is Brian?

Knuckles: I've checked every Porn Convention in America and Canada and he is no where to be seen. I honestly have no idea where my star pupil is.

Ryan: Well I'm told Brian Blaze better show himself sooner than later is he enjoys having his CZW contract.

Knuckles: Ryan don't even worry about it. Brian Blaze is going to be here you seen the fax. He's coming it will be on his terms apparently he'll be here.

Ryan: Well you better hope he's here next show. If Brian doesn't show I'm told his contract will be terminated.

Ryan then walks away leaving Knuckles to his cell phone as he dials a number. He is seen patiently waiting as the scene starts to fade all you can hear is Knuckles.

Knuckles: Brian, where are you I'm sick of voice mail get back at me asap.

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-=WOMEN'S DIVISION RETURNS!=-
Sirena Starr vs. Sahara

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Jessica Towers: “The following contest is for one fall and is a return of CZW’s Women Division, Introducing first from HOLLYWOOD weighing 135lbs…SIRENA STARRRR!!!

"Heaven Tonight" began to play over the p.a. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes Sirena Starr with a deviant's snicker on her gorgeous face. She stands atop the ramp on the center of the stage, demanding attention as a few of her fingers run through her long hair. The Risen Star then begins to make her way down the ramp, carefully touching the extended hands of any fans that are brave enough to try and capture her attention. Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush. Sirena struts along the length of the apron, bending into the ring underneath of the second rope. Brushing any sort of wrinkles out of her ring gear, she makes her way towards a nearby turnbuckle. Standing on the second rope, her hands glide down her curvaceous figure before she twirls off of the rope, bouncing back to the canvas. Bending over to stretch in the corner, she glances coldly at the other side of the ring.

William Master: “I was going to let you call the action by yourself but knowing Mrs. Stryker is competing I’m looking at this with my eyes open wide.”

Jarred Daniels: “Great to know partner this is going to be MOTY for sure. You know who’s in it right and her opponent is sure to not disappoint as she’s also a very fierce WRESTLER… Yes we are a WRESTLING program on the INTERNET… HOME OF THE INTERNET WRESTLIN’ COMMUNITY!!!

William Masters: “Stop shouting you American virgin.”

Jessica Towers: “And Introducing Her Opponent from NEVADA CITY, CALIFORNIA!!! Weighing 150lbs.... SAHARA!!!”

The beat comes in as Sahara holds her arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while she makes her way down the ramp. She slaps a few of the fans hands on each side. Doesn’t gain much of a pop, but there aren’t any boos heard. Sahara hops her small frame up onto the edge of the apron as she rolls under the bottom rope. Inside, she stands up, again with her arms in the air. She looks around, admiring the view as she takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand.

Jarred Daniels: You know what they say William….CALIFORNIA GURLS ARE UNFORGETTABLE…OOHHH…oOHH!!!”

William masters: “Katy Perry very nice girl in person and in the sack…”

Sirena Starr and Sahara stare at each other as they wait for the bell. When it rings the pair charge at each other and just starts to pull each other’s hair, rolling around on the mat. It is clear the frustration to win the pair have for each other finally Sirena with her size gets the upper hand. She forces Sahara into the corner and she drives her shoulder into Sahara’s chest. After a few thrusts Sirena backs and whips her across the ring as she comes out from the corner Starr hooks her before planting her in the center of the ring with a power slam. Sirena then smirks as she covers Sahara .

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Jarred Daniels: “Sahara is showing that she can hang with the best of them.”

William Masters: “They call that rookie pride… And didn’t just two weeks ago we see Daniel Cain echo the same feats.”

Sirena looks at her and drags her over towards the ropes putting her against the ropes before placing her leg against the back of Sahara's head choking her. The ref starts to put a count on Sirena and when he gets 4 she finally backs off getting into a shouting match with the ref; as she does this Sahara is able to recover. Sirena walks over to Sahara but as she does she hooks her for a drop toe hold sending Sirena into the ropes throat first. Starr grabs her throat as Sahara tries to make her way back to her feet. She manages to get up and when she does Sahara gives Sirena a quick stomp on the back before she gets out of the ring and then she grabs the top rope before she leaps back slingshotting herself into the ring nailing her with elbow to Sirena’s back! Sirena cries out in pain following the move as Sahara rolls her over for the pin.

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William Masters “A near fall this is getting better by the minute.”

Jarred Daniels: “This match is the epitome of technical finesse.”

William Masters: “Doesn’t Justin Marsham have that trademarked…”

Jarred Daniels looks around in horror…

Jarred Daniels: “Maybe….”

Sahara quickly gets up and puts Sirena in a camel clutch. The young Sahara pulls back on the head and Starr tries to reach out for the ropes but she was just short. Starr finally manages to reach out to grab the ropes the ref tells Sahara to break the hold she gets up and then gives her another stomp on the back of Sirena. She then picks up Sirena putting her up against the ropes. She then throws her across the ring and tries to hit a clothesline however Sirena ducks under it. Sirena then bounces off the ropes drilling Sahara in the knee with a dropkick and she falls to the mat following the move. Sirena Starr sees her chance; she goes over and grabs the leg she just kicked. She then lifts it, puts her foot on the back of the knee and does a stomp slam combo on the knee. Sahara cries out in pain following the move. She rolls around grabbing her knee. Starr then grabbed it and did it a second time.

William Masters: “Sirena with a mean streak now going after the knees of the younger Sahara”

Jarred Daniels: “OH THE HORROR!!!”

Sahara cries as she did this it was clear she was in pain. Sirena then tries to hook the heel lock on Sahara but she manages to kick her away. Sirena crashes into the turnbuckle as she does this she grabs her back following the impact. Sahara gets up and Sirena takes a swing at Sahara with a right hand but ducks and hooks Sirena Starr taking her down with a back suplex. Sirena arches her back following the move and Sahara tries to go for a cover but Sirena rolls onto her stomach to prevent that happening. Sahara then gets up and slowly starts to climb the turnbuckles as Sirena starts to get to her feet. When Ms. Starr turns around Sahara leaps off trying to take her down with a hurricanrana but Sirena uses her strength to pull Sahara back up. She then turns around and spins Sahara around in the air before she drops her with the THE NOVA! Sahara's head snaps off the mat from the impact. Starr then pins Sahara .

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William Masters: “I swear that was a bloody three…god damn wankers…”

Jarred Daniels: “Lighten up over there let it play out will you.”

Sirena yells in anger. She then charges at Sahara who is now up but Sahara manages to get behind Starr before lifting her up and dropping her head first with reversed DDT. Sahara rolls away and gets to her feet telling Sirena Starr to get up also. Sirena catches Sahara with a little bit of the bicycle kick on her right shoulder but she’s still standing. Starr tries for a diving lariat but Sahara quickly shoves Sirena harshly onto the ring apron and then goes to follow her out. Sirena and Sahara pull each other’s hair and start reigning rights and lefts upon each other until finally…. Sahara grabs a hold of Sirena’s throat. Sirena tries to get out of it but the apparently stronger Sahara leaps off the apron onto the outside with the FOOL’S GOLD (Choke slam)!!! Sirena crashes down upon the outside hitting the ground harshly and Sahara slams into her as well their heads bumping into each other. Both Women lie motionless upon the outside floor as the referee tries to start a count out in midst of the crowd’s bantering of….

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Jarred Daniels: “OH MY GODDDD!!!”

William Masters: “Two hot chicks lying motionless. Well normally Jarred Daniels takes this time to do his thing. But now he isn’t weird son of a bitch.”

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Jarred Daniel: “Finally one makes a movement.”

William Masters: “Not this way…gets up Sirena!!!”

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Sahara weakly stands up before celebrating as “When I Grow Up” by Garbage starts to play.

Jessica Towers: Here is your winner by count out…SAHARA!!!

William Masters: “Well like the result or not Sahara gets her debut win over Sirena Starr in a great, great bout. This was like The Queen of England vs. A Fine Cup of Black English Tea. Ol’ Chap Jarred says something you twit.”

Jarred Daniels: “I’m in tears after that heartfelt performance… BRAVO LADIES!!!”

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Backstage Edward Croft is resting his ankle on top of a bench. After facing off against KB & Daniel Cain earlier he seems to be quite winded. His Cell Phone starts ringing and he goes to answer it before he can reach it he’s interrupted by a knock on his door. He opens it to get blindsided by a hard kick to the sternum and then gets pounded down with a light tube!!! The pieces of the tube start to stick out of the back of Edward Croft before he gets hoisted up against the wall as the masked vigilante eyes him while smiling. His voice makes a chilling echo do to a voice encoder attached to the person’s throat.

Vigilante: “During your first tenure Croft you tried to be somebody even going on a winning streak and even becoming a BAD ASS. Well what’s going to be BAD ASS is me standing over your body before leaving like a thief in the night. You see there is something you should know about CZW’s resurgence. Everyone has a hidden agenda and you should know deep down inside your heart. Croft, I’m not here on my own accord as I was paid off. By someone who can’t stand to see you make it in this company or professional wrestling at all. You should have stayed gone Croft; it’s going to be a long dark road ahead if you don’t just retire. Retire… Croft. Just save yourself the embarrassment of falling again flat on your face without a parachute. No one’s going to protect your sorry ass. You see Derek Damage broke a lot of bank to pry you away from your wife and infant son. But that also shortened up funds for some of the roster who believe they should have that money. And you know as anyone money is pretty tight around here that’s why this is streamed on the WORLD WIDE WEB…!!! You have two weeks to give me and The Master a solid answer or else your career will be a lot difficult. It’s quite difficult to wrestle from a hospital bed y,know!!!”

The Vigilante picks Croft up by his hair and throws him up with a JACK- KNIFE POWERBOMB THROUGH THE LOCKER ROOM BENCH!!!

CRASH!!!

Edward Croft lies motionless only moving to uncontrollably convulse in a lot of pain.

Jarred Daniels: “Croft needs medical attention and that’s stat. He may have some broken ribs and light tubes stuck all over his body to leave severe scarring.”

William Masters: “We all know the news that CZW came back under a financial restriction budget and that’s why we are regulated on the internet. Well, rumor has it that Croft wasn’t going to resign without a little collateral hence why things to seem in his favor. He deserves this for being a hell of an athlete but to me Croft is trash for not thinking of the company in itself. Is he a prima donna or does he really need the extra cash for his family? I don’t know what Croft will say in two weeks but this is shaping up to be very…very interesting.”

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-=KING OF COMBAT QUARTER-FINALS!=-
"THE WHOLE SHOW" Tim Timmons vs "High-Definition" Cage Stryker

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Daniels: “We keep the show rolling with our second King of Combat quarter final match between Tim Timmons and Cage Stryker. Both men lost on our return edition of Overdrive, so they'll be hoping for better luck here!”

Masters: “You're forgetting the best part! Ryan Shane and Matt Covey brutalising that scumbag Stryker”

Daniels: “I'm sure many people would call Shane and Covey the scum in this situation”

Masters: “Yeah, but most CZW fans are stupid. I mean, they put up with your drivel every show!”

Daniels: “aaanyway... Over to the ring for the introductions”

-Cut to the ring and Jessica Towers-

Towers: “The following is a King of Combat Quarter final match and is scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first...

-“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory hits-

Towers: “From Toronto, Ontario, Canada.. Weighing in at 268lbs.... “The Whole Show” Tim Timmons!!”

-A pop for Tim as he walks straight out, marching with purpose straight down the entranceway and sliding under the bottom rope. Going straight up the nearest turnbuckle, throwing up both fists and yelling “The Whole Damn Show”-

Towers: “And his opponent”

-Cue Foo Fighters “The Pretender”-

Towers: “From Hollywood, CA... Weighing in at 240lbs.... “High Definition” Cage Stryker!!”

-Cage steps out from behind the curtain to a mostly-supportive crowd. A small group can be heard chanting “You got spiked” at the side of the ramp. Stryker just grins it off, walking down to the ring and up the steps. Stepping between the ropes he climbs his corner to a pop, before dropping down and coming face-to-face with his opponent-

Daniels: “Both men are in the ring... Jessica has reached safety... Let's get this contest started!!”

DING DING DING

-The two begin to circle, getting faster and then lunging into a tieup. Immediately Stryker tries a whip to the ropes. Timmons reverses then plants for a backbody drop, but it's so telegraphed it allows Cage to backroll over him. Tim spins, but finds his legs swept from under him. A cover attempt by Stryker barely has the ref reach his knees before Tim kicks out. The situation mirrors as Timmons trips the rising Cage, covering for a no-count. Both rise with guard raised and the crowd pops slightly, drawing acknowledgement from the pair who touch hands-

Daniels: Fast-paced opening here. Both men showing that they have the measure of the other.

Masters: That won't last long. Someone will get the upper hand and assert dominance. Much like I did with my broadcast partners mother last night.

Daniels: You really need some new lines.

-Timmons and Stryker circle again, charging in. Cage ducks under the offered lockup and takes a rear waistlock that lasts mere seconds before Tim throws his arm back and secures a headlock. Styker spins out, taking Timmons arm in a wristlock, spinning a second time before driving Tim into the ropes and sending him off. Leapfrog on the first rebound, flat under the second, and then a high-impact dropkick to the jaw of TT. On the rise, Stryker pulls in an arm-trap front facelock, throwing Timmons over with a head-arm suplex.

Tim slides from the ring on the impact, balancing himself against the guardrail and regrouping, but only gets mere seconds before he's met by his opponent coming shoulder-first between the ropes, driving him harder into the rail-

Daniels: No letup from Stryker here. It's one move after another in a full-frontal assault.

-Cage is up first, throwing up his arm and spinning to a pop from the crowd. He steps towards a dazed TT, who grabs the front of the tights and sends Stryker throat-first into the guard railing. Following up by hoisting Cage up onto his shoulders, delivering a death valley driver onto the ring apron. Cage sells rolling into the ring while Tim climbs the turnbuckles, coming off the top with a huuuuge five star frog splash that he transitions into a pin-

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Masters: Kickout! No chance that was going to be three!

-Tim is quick up, shouting it should have been three while putting his opponents head between his legs. Hoisting and hitting a powerbomb, maintaining pressure so it's a pin-

ONE.............. TWO.............. KICKOUT!!

-Timmons tries to transition over into a Boston crab, but Stryker throws him off head over heels. The pair compete to rise faster, but it's TT who takes the initiative, charging in for a spear... But misses when Cage sidesteps, charging instead into the corner post.

He stumbles backwards.. Straight into Cage.. Who goes straight on the offence with....-

Daniels: STRYKER DRIVER!! STRYKER DRIVER!!

Masters: It could be over... One.. Two...

Daniels: Three!!! Cage Stryker advances, going one step closer to that King of Combat Crown and the World Title!! Another awesome showing from these two CZW veterans. They never cease to amaze me every time they set foot in that ring to square off.

William: I can foresee a rebirth of their old feud...except maybe this time it'll be in Tim's favor. Cage makes me sick with his goody good boyscout routine.

Jarred: William, he's just makin sure he lets the fans know they have someone to look up to.

'Tear Away' blasts over the PA.

Jarred: What's this?

William: Jarred my friend, that is someone to look up to.

The FN Boss TJ Hix burst out from the back carrying his ever present sledgehammer, followed closely behind by Allescha McVay. TJ pays no mind to the fans booing as he storms into the ring.

William: Yeah...Bad Ass did last Overdrive...now Boss gets to do it this time. They're gonna show Cage that his time is over.

Jarred: Where's the officials...someone needs to stop him before this turns into somethin messy.

Cage stands in the ring staring at his former teacher ready to fight as Tim is making his way back to the locker room area. TJ smirks and rolls out of the ring...a look of relief is clearly visible on Cage's face.

William: What...where's he goin. He hasn't taught anyone a lesson yet.

TJ runs back up the ramp and slams Timmons in the back of the head with the sledgehammer.

William: WHAT THE HELL!! Tim don't deserve that. He just worked his ass off in the ring against Cage...now this.

Jarred: What is TJ thinkin?

TJ continues blasting a downed Timmons with his sledgehammer. Cage rolls out of the ring and charges TJ, grabbing his sledgehammer and yanks it away from TJ and shoves him backwards mouthing at the Boss, who just smiles. Cage returns his attention to Tim checking on him...and calling for the EMTs. He keeps glancing up at Boss, yelling at him, but returning his attention to the unconscious Tim.

William: Why Tim...why didn't he lay out Cage? They're the two that were feuding before CZW closed its doors...not him and Timmons.

Jarred: I don't know...but that was entirely uncalled for. Where the hell is our emergency unit?

Three large men step out onto the stage.

Jarred: Oh no...it's TJ's bodyguards...the Brothers of Misery...this does not seem to be boding well.

William: But it does explain why our EMTs haven't came out...those three monsters would freeze anyone in their tracks.

Cage notices the three men and stands...almost as if to challenge them to come on down...barely noticing the thunderous blow to the back of his head with the sledgehammer from Allescha. Cage crumples in a heap as TJ walks over and takes his sledgehammer back before kissing Allescha.

TJ: I know someone who's getting a raise.

TJ motions for the Brothers of Misery to come down the ramp. They walk down and pick up the downed Cage and Tim and take them back to the ring. After Cage and Tim's limp bodies are laid out, another person emerges from the back...Morrigan...EOI's wife. She's carrying a bloodied Sirena with her as she too enters the ring and lays her down beside Cage. TJ smiles at his handiwork and looks to Allescha, who hands him a mic.

TJ: Well...well...well. What a pretty picture we have here. A man and his bitch...and his arch nemesis...all side by side in a pretty little row. Heh...sad part is Cage...if you had just minded your business...you would've survived this night...but you just had to go and be the hero again...now look at ya. I'm tired of being ignored here in the CZW...I've been with this company almost since the beginning...bringing in the talent that you all tune in to see every show. Then I finally make a wrestling debut...and no one takes me serious...no one even considers me a contender. That renegade bullshit was the worst fuckin decision I've ever made. I'm better than that...I'm better than all of them. But I was told it would make for good TV...but all it did was make it go bankrupt. Oh yes...I'm breakin the glass ceiling...heh...but so what. Bad Ass and I have made a career out of doin that...and I don't see us stoppin anytime soon.

TJ stops and looks out to the crowd with a smirk.

TJ: I see the question on all your faces...why Boss...why? Why did I come out and ruin a perfectly good showing of sportsmanship? Actually...it's quite simple...it's because of this man right here.

TJ nudges the still unmoving Tim Timmons.

TJ: What do you mean TJ? Isn't that what you're all wondering.

Allescha hands TJ spray paint. He walks over to Tim and sprays a 'W' on his back. Then steps over Cage and sprays a 'D' on his back...and finally ends at Sirena and sprays an 'S' on her back. He returns to the corner and leans against it.

TJ: Some of you may know what that means...but the less educated...doesn't...so allow me to educate all of you out here...and those idiots in the back. Whole Damn Show!!! Some of you may remember that from a few years back...but it ultimately failed because the TWO masterminds behind it weren't involved...but, it was still impressive never the less. Your heroes became your most hated men on this program. But...enough history lesson...this man walks around calling himself the Whole Show...and you know what...I don't like that...but the CZW suits keep ignoring me...so I've had to take matters into my own hands. So Timmy...that is the price you pay for thinkin you're bigger than what you really are. Bad Ass and I were destroying and ruling feds as the Whole Damn Show before you ever slipped on your tights for the first time. BA and my histories speak for themselves...we've accomplished more than you ever have...or ever will in this business. You are nothing Tim...just like your nemesis who lies there beside you. And this won't be the last time you will hear my name...just consider this a message...and a warning.

TJ throws the mic down and rolls out of the ring as his entourage returns to the back. TJ stops one more time at the top of the ramp and smiles before Allescha and him disappear to the back.

-=GRIZZLED VETERAN VS NEW BLOOD!=-
"Outlaw" Buck Evans vs Eiji Naginata

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“King of Monsters” plays and the enigmatic Eiji Naginata heads out to the ring to a mixed reaction, looking determined and focused. He does some pre-match warm-ups as “100% Cowboy” begins to play. Buck Evans heads out to the ring to a chorus of boos, smirking despite them. The Outlaw heads into the ring, pointing at Eiji, trash-talking him right off the bat.

The opening bell rings and Buck and Eiji circle the ring. They go to lock up, but Buck strikes with a strong knee to the gut, followed by a quick axe-handle smash to the back, dropping the smaller man face-first to the mat. Evans picks Eiji up with ease and clouts him with a big right hand before scooping him up and DRIVING him to the mat with a thundering bodyslam! Evans off the ropes and NAILS a huge elbow drop!

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Evans doesn’t look surprised, and in fact seems to be glad that he gets to dish out more punishment, standing up and pulling Naginata to his feet, shoving him into the corner. Buck proceeds to drive his shoulder into the midsection of Eiji, simply mauling him in the corner as the ref administers the 5 count. Buck stops at 4 and backs up briefly only to move in and grab Eiji’s arm, whipping him FIERCELY into the opposite corner! Eiji bounces off the turnbuckle like he just ran into a brick wall, writhing in pain as he falls to the mat!

Buck stalks Eiji, waiting for him to try and struggle to his feet, staying behind him. As Eiji manages to get up, using the ropes for leverage, Buck siezes him, locking in a full nelson!! Eiji roars in pain, but refuses to submit! Buck continues to crank back on the hold, but is caught off guard as Eiji’s hands find Buck’s face, gouging at the Outlaw’s eyes! The hold is broken and Eiji slumps forward onto the ropes, wincing in pain at the damage done while he was locked in the hold! Buck blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision. He eventually turns back to Eiji and charges at him with a lariat, but Eiji drops to the mat, pulling down the ropes and sends the Outlaw tumbling to the outside!

Evans hits the ground hard, landing awkwardly on his knee. He stands slowly, limping a few steps to try and walk it off, but Eiji has rolled out onto the apron. Naginata runs and JUMPS off the apron, grabbing Buck on the way down and driving his face to the FLOOR with a BULLDOG!! The fans pop loudly for the maneuver and Eiji, hurting a little from the move himself, slowly stands and rolls back into the ring, looking to recuperate a bit. The ref begins the 10 count as Buck fights to regain his senses.

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Eiji looks slightly frustrated, but retains his composure and pulls the big man to his feet, whipping him to the corner! Buck reverses and sends Eiji in, charging in with a big body splash…BUT NOBODY IS HOME! Evans eats the turnbuckle as Eiji tumbles away, immediately following it up by charging into the corner, leaping and driving both knees into Buck’s back! Eiji with a school-boy pin!

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Eiji is definitely showing signs of frustration now as Buck refuses to stay down! Naginata rolls out to the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckle as Buck slowly gets to his feet. As Buck stands, dazedly looking for his opponent, Eiji hops up and runs along the top rope, eliciting impressed feedback from the fans, diving at Buck for the KAMINARI!!

Buck, however, catches the smaller man, stalling his move and then lifting Eiji up, DRIVING him to the mat with a VICIOUS POWERBOMB!! The fans pop loudly for the counter, expecting it about as much as Eiji did! Buck falls to the mat after the move, but begins to slowly crawl over and make the cover!

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The fans begin to cheer, first because Eiji somehow MIRACULOUSLY managed to kick out of that move, but also because DANIEL CAIN has come out from the back, briskly walking to ringside! Buck and Eiji slowly make their way to their feet, and Cain slides in under the bottom rope! The referee gets between Cain and Buck, the wounded Evans still refusing to back down. Suddenly, Cain turns…

SNAP STO!! ON EIJI NAGINATA!!

The confused referee is stunned momentarily, but then calls for the bell!

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, as a result of a DISQUALIFICATION…EIJI NAGINATA!!”

Buck loses his mind at Cain arriving and costing him the match like that, rushing at Cain, but Cain is quicker and more rested, catching Buck with a snap ENZIGUIRI!! Cain pops up as Buck is laid out, heads to the corner, and FLIES at the Outlaw, connecting with the FALLING ANGEL!!

Buck is down, and Cain stands over him. Eiji, having recovered, spins Cain around, yelling at him for attacking him. Cain simply smirks at Eiji, ignoring him as he exits the ring. Eiji looks somewhat disappointed, but he allows the referee to raise his hand in victory after an extremely physical match!

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The camera cuts to the backstage area where Tim Timmons is seen pacing back and forth. His anger is obvious as he's breathing heavy. The door opens and in walks the Mountain Man. Timmons stops and just stares at Newsome, his anger pouring out.

Newsome: "Hey, I saw the match. I just want to say....."

Timmons: "No! Don't even try and make this about me when you screwed up tonight!"

MTM raises an eyebrow at his tag-partner's verbal assault and ignoring of his own performance tonight. MTM brings his hands up in the now famous CZW "Chill the Fuck Out" pose, but Timmons will have none of it.

Timmons: "I'm sick of carrying you everywhere! No matter what happens you always let me down and I'm done! Have fun climbing a tree or whatever the fuck it is you're actually good at, I'm going to go show the world how unstoppable The Whole Show is now that I don't have to drag your ass with me!"

Timmons goes to leave the room, but is stopped by Newsome.

Newsome: "Come on, Tim, you don't mean that. You're just mad because what happened out there. Now calm down and think for a minute. Were a team! We've been kicking ass together for years, man! Tim, we're the Next Generation!"

Timmons stops and smirks at the comment, turning it to a new smile at MTM. Newsome returns the smile, glad his friend has calmed his nerves. Timmons claps a hand on Newsomes shoulder and shakes him just a little.

Timmons: "Josh, buddy................you're in my generation now!"

Before MTM can react, Timmons delivers a swift kick to the groin! Newsome goes down to the ground and Timmons follows up with kick after kick to the ribs and head. He walks over to the table and picks up a lamp, smashing it over the head of MTM! Shards catch him on the forehead and cut Newsome open, his blood spilling down and pooling on the floor! Timmons drops down and punches the wounds over and over until they open wider and more blood begins to flow. With his hands now covered in blood, Timmons stands back up and wipes them off on the walls behind him. He observes Newsome rolling around in pain for a couple of second sbefore leaving without another word. The camera zooms in on the pain-filled Newsome before cutting back to the ring!

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-=MAIN EVENT=-
King of Combat Quarter-Finals!
"The Graduate" Gregory Grantham vs "Psycho" Sam Attic

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“Pomp & Circumstance by Elgar” plays and the fans boo with less emphasis somewhat cheering him to no avail. Gregory Grantham comes out to the stage, and the great pop with little boos only gets louder for “The Graduate”. He smirks at the fans before making his way down to the ring.

JESSICA TOWERS: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening it’s the Quarter Finals of King of Combat, FROM Beaumont, Texas… WEIGHING IN at 285 pounds… He is “THE GRADUATE”… GREGORY GRANTHAM!

Jarred Daniels: “I know what the fans are doing here. As they’ve just picked the guy to cheer for in this match. But to be honest both these guys are no body’s favorite. But if there’s anyone I hate less it’s Grantham.”

William Masters: “And there is no one I hate more than you….”

The crowd boos heavily as “Crashing” by Gravity Kills plays throughout the arena. Grantham has eyes to the stage as does everyone in the arena, Sam now making his way out. Sam is equipped with a white leather jacket covering his ring attire, underneath is also a Black Sabbath shirt signed by Ozzy Osborne. Sam cracks his neck and arms in place while on the ramp, before running with a smirk down the ramp…

Jessica Towers: And his opponent, by way of Wichita, Kansas and weighing in at 220lbs…Psycho…SAM ATTIC!!!!!!!!

William Masters: “That’s the reception of a winner…right there. Truly brilliant in my honest opinion.”

Jarred Daniels “Or a loser’s reception *Cough* Ahem….”

The crowd give a mixed reaction as the two men begin to circle around each other, looking for the first movement, which is Sam Attic suddenly lunging forward and delivering a right hand to Gregory Grantham. Greg is now stunned and stumbles back into the corner, as Samuel continues to get closer and closer. However, he is also caught off guard as suddenly Grantham explodes out of the corner with his own sets of rights, forcing them back into the middle of the ring. The two men are trying to duke it out, when Gregory grabs hold of Attic’s arm and Irish whips him across the ropes, and as the psychotic superstar comes back around, Grantham turns him around and delivers a huge NECKBREAKER!! The added momentum helps to intensify the impact as Desmond grabs the back of his neck, obviously in pain as Gregory pushes him down and lays over him in a lateral press.

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Jarred Daniels: “We have the first near fall and damn it was so close….”

William Masters: “Barely Sam Attic no matter how much you throw at him is forever resilient. I think I see him getting quite an upset on the returning Grantham.”

Even with the extra damage, the veteran is still able to get out of the pin fall attempt after just a one count. Gregory Grantham is now going for the offensive more, grabbing Attic by the shoulders and dragging him up, but the superstar moves his hand up and suddenly drives his thumb into the eye of Grantham, causing him to stumble back, though the ref doesn’t see anything. Grantham now is the one that has to be on the defensive as Sam Attic suddenly comes off of the ropes and delivers a huge clothesline, knocking Gregory to his back. As he rolls near the ropes, Attic is right on him, grabbing the top rope and stomping hard on the chest and arms of The Harvard Graduate as the man in the striped shirt is yelling at him to get off the ropes.

Jarred Daniels: “Have you ever seen Sam attic this vicious…. When was the last time he matched someone with this much poise. That World Title means everything and then some to that guy right there and it shows especially when they are pulling out all the stops.”

William Masters: “I’d normally call you an idiot. But bloody brilliant analogy on your part…Chap.”

After a few moments he begins to count and Sam doesn’t seem to care until about three, when he finally gets off the man, letting the ref admonish him with a little smile, before going back to the groggy Graduate. He lifts him up to a standing position, shouting at his opponent for a few moments, before lifting him up and slamming him down with a huge RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Grantham’s already battered body is slammed down again as Sam Attic releases only to roll over and hook the leg, looking for the victory.

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William Masters: “Damn it!!! Come on Sammy Boy….”

Jarred Daniels: “Pulling out your hair over there…aren’t you William.”

Williams Masters: “Fuc-….”

William Masters notices his headset has its audio muted for a second. And starts beating the commentary table with a look of rage.

The audience gives out a huge roar as The Graduate is able to get his shoulder up off the mat, Attic hitting the canvas in frustration as he looks at the ref. He quickly grabs hold of Grantham from behind, driving his knee into the back of him as he shouts in pain, face grimacing as Attic’s other arm drives an elbow into the ribs of The Graduate, trying to wear him down. The audience is clapping, the chant for Grantham as he waves his free hand, shaking his head when the ref leans down asking him if he wants to give up. He slowly moves his legs around, the Psychotic one trying to keep him down, as Gregory is finally able to get to one knee, then another. He slowly begins to turn around, before finally pushing Sam off of him. Attic isn’t going to let that stop him, but as he runs in to try and get back into Grantham, he is suddenly lifted up and slammed down with a massive SPINEBUSTER!! The fans go ballistic as Sam Attic is obviously in a ton of pain, grabbing and shouting at his back as The Graduate now takes the time to begin to get back to his senses. He stands up against the ropes, shaking his head, and stretching out his muscles as Attic gets up on the other side, shaking out the cobwebs before turning to face Grantham. The two men are now in the middle of the ring, back to the sparring match from before, issuing out rights and lefts, back and forth, when finally Attic bounces off the ropes one last time... The Psychotic one takes his time as he starts upward on the top turnbuckle. However, he takes too long. He makes it to the top of the turnbuckle when The Graduate explodes and takes off towards him. Gregory jumps up and uses the second rope to springboard off of and grabs onto Attic’s head, bringing him down with DDT. The fans erupt into cheers of appreciation for the beautiful move that he had just pulled off. Grantham and Attic both seem to be completely out of it as the two of them slowly make it up to their feet. Attic makes it up first and aims to connect with a clothesline, and after Gregory avoids it he kept running. Sam Attic rebounding as Gregory quickly turns around….(Cold Justice)SUPERKICK FROM HELL!!! Grantham has connected with a huge super kick out of nowhere. Grantham falls on top of Sam Attic and quickly hooks the leg.

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The fans went wild as Gregory Grantham had a look of complete disbelief on his face. Greg slowly makes his way back up to his feet and grabs onto Attic’s hair. He tosses him into the ropes, hoping for him to come running back, but Sammy skillfully slides out of the ring to catch his breath... Grantham takes off running and goes to a slight right into Attic, however the two repositioned and it looked like The Graduate was coming in for a crash landing!!! Gregory misses the man with his baseball slide, and surely and quickly Sam Attic connected with a right hand. Sam once again was looking at Greg as looking for an opportunity for a move. Sam tosses Greg back into the ring and slides in behind him. Attic quickly brings Gregory back up to his feet and connects with another backbreaker. He was being somewhat relentless on Grantham now as he starts stomping on his back. He takes a deep breath as he delivers one last stomp on The Graduate’s back. Sam looks down to Greg and drags him to the middle of the ring before he grabs onto Grantham’s legs. Crazed Sam Attic looks out across the crowd as he goes to step through Greg’s legs. But his foe quickly springs into action as he frees one of his legs and delivers a kick right to Attic’s face. He quickly moves his legs and wraps them around Sam Attic’s arm, taking him to the ground. Sam tried to fight out but Gregory Grantham was resilient and locked in THE VERDICT! The fans are going crazy as Attic is in the middle of the ring with the modified cross face locked in. Sam begins to crawl towards the ropes the best he knows how to. Sam is so very close as he screams in pain. He reaches out to the ropes…..SAM ATTIC TAPS OUT!

Jessica Tower: Here is your winner and advancing in the K.O.C…. “The Graduate” Gregory Grantham!!!

William Masters: “Bloody hell in the end he showed he has a little more tricks up his sleeve. But Sam Attic was so close and Grantham knows it.”

Jarred Daniels: “Cry me a river this Main Event proved that Gregory Grantham deserves the spotlight again after a damn four year absence in the C…Z…W!!! Hopefully he can continue to roll onward in his pursuit of the CZW World Heavyweight Championship Gold.”

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