CZW presents OVERDRIVE!


| October 4th | * Adelaide, Australia * Adelaide Entertainment Centre |


CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
live on Showtime, 9pm EST!

October 4th 2010
Adelaide Entertainment Centre
Adelaide, Australia

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION, ONE ON ONE! -=-
The CZW World Champion, Mortius vs. The CZW Intercontinental Champion, Mike King

+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- ROWAN IN HIS SECOND DC MATCH AGAINST THE REAPER! -=-
"The sXe Reaper" Brian Kirkland vs. "The Clown, The Killer, The Saint" Eddie Rowan

+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- TWO-ON-ONE HANDICAPPED MATCH! -=-
The Spectacle [Brian Blaze & Johnny Kerosene] vs. "The Hawaiian Hustler" Kimo Newton

-=- NON-TITLE BATTLE OF THE X-DIVISION! -=-
The CZW X-Division Champion, El Pablo vs. "The Cult of Personality" Ryan Shane

+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH FOR THE WORLD TELEVISION TITLE! -=-
"The sXe Enigma" Jacob Havok vs. "The Misfit" Mike Monroe

-=- A COLLISION OF BEASTS! -=-
"The South Beach Specimen" Big Nasty vs. "The Colossus" Garrett William

-=- A CLASH OF STYLES IN OUR OPENING CONTEST! -=-
Sledge vs. "Psycho" Sam Attic

-=- DARK MATCH -=-
Ronnie McNeil vs. The Zodiac Thrilla

PLUS:

What else will be booked to happen at Horrorcore?

Will the conflict between Theresa Baines and Derek Damage escalate, and what could that mean for CZW?

Will we hear from Ronnie and/or Waylon about their thoughts on being co-#1 contenders to the IC title?

Rumor has it, Theresa has also booked Rob Wright vs Krimzon Blaze at the Perth show, will she announce this?


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-=- DARK MATCH -=-
Ronnie McNeil vs. The Zodiac Thrilla

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The crowd was totally into this match, as CZW originals went head to head on what should have been on the live broadcast. Many high flying moves and counters, and quite a display from both men on their vast knowledge of wrestling moves and holds. After around almost ten minutes, Ronnie nailed Zodiac with the Imperfections and got the pinfall, and the win. Afterwards, Ronnie acknowledged Zodiac's skill by shaking his hand, who shook Ronnie's hand back. The crowd absolutely loved the action.

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CZW Overdrive begins and we see "The Real Deal" Rob Wright standing backstage in front of a door marked GM Baines. He is dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans and the new CZW Horrorcore t-sirt. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and his eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses.

Rob raises his hand and knocks on the door, but there is no answer. He waits a moment and knocks again, but still no answer. Rob knocks on the door a third time, opens the door, and walks into the office. He closes the door behind him. He turns and General Manager Baines is on the phone.

She lifts her hand, as if to say wait a minute. Baines finishes her conversation and hangs up the phone.

GM Baines: Something I Can help you with, Mr. Wright?

Rob Wright: As a matter of fact there is. You can give me what is rightfully mine.

GM Baines: And what's that?

Rob Wright: My rematch against Krimzon Blaze for MY TV Title. Hear me out...Wright versus Blaze II at Horrorcore. We could steal the show just like we did at Hatewave.

GM Baines: As tempting of an offer that is...I'm gonna have to pass. Because...

Rob interrupts Baines

Rob Wright: What? You can't do this. I deserve what is mine. I deserve a rematch against Krimzon Blaze, and you are going to make it happen. Because if you don't...I will not rest until I get.

GM Baines: Are you done? Because before you rudely interrupted me. I was gonna tell you the reason why I wasn't going to grant you your rematch at Horrorcore. And that reason is...

Rob interrupts Baines again.

Rob Wright: Because you're gonna make it for tonight. Even better. I like the way you think.

Baines rolls her eyes before responding.

GM Baines: No, and if you interrupt me again. I'll make sure you never get your rematch. Now the reason you're not getting your match at Horrorcore is because I've decided to make that match for next show's Overdrive.

Rob Wright: Sweet. I knew you were smart. I knew you would make the right decision.

Rob turns and begins to leave. When he gets to the door, he turns back around.

Rob Wright: If you see Krimzon Blaze can you relay this message. Tick...tock. Tick...tock.

With that Rob opens the door and leaves the office.

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BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

The camera pans around the Adelaide Entertainment Centre, showing the many fans from down under screaming at the top of their lungs. They all have various signs, and many of the children have foam fingers of their favorite stars. In the front row, just to the left of Daniels and Masters, stands the same older fat guy who has a sign that says:

"LET ME SHOW YOU MY BIG NASTY"

The camera cuts to Jarred and William.

DANIELS: "Hello everyone, and welcome to Adelaide... welcome to Overdrive!"

MASTERS: "Woo!"

DANIELS: "Tonight we have an action packed show, featuring three of these horrible Damage Control matches and two of our top champions will collide in the main event, pitting Mortius against Mike King!"

MASTERS: "That is a match I think could rock the house, Jarred. King is going to make a statement here tonight."

DANIELS: "He very well might. Well, let's cut to it then, it's time for our opening contest!"

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-=- A CLASH OF STYLES IN OUR OPENING CONTEST! -=-
Sledge vs. "Psycho" Sam Attic

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Daniels: Over the last few weeks we have seen a change in the attitude of one Sam Attic.

Masters: Yes we have, he’s been bloody pissed off….

Daniels: Ever since Hatewave his world has been turned upside down, he lost the CZW X-Division Title to El Pablo and his brother not only lost the CZW World Title but on the next Overdrive was fired due to Damage Control, a fate that could await Sam himself next week.

Masters: It’s a damn shame next week Sam Attic v. El Pablo in a Damage Control Match, how in the world can anyone think that getting rid of one of these men is a good idea when the likes of Sledge and Waylon Krew seem to be safe?

Daniels: We don’t know that for sure, nobody is safe while Damage Control is being used, but one thing is for sure Sam Attic is not a happy man these days and with career in jeopardy he is living up to the name ‘Psycho’…..let’s go to the ring for our opening contest…….take it away Jessica Towers!!!!!

*DING DING DONG*

Jessica Towers: Adelaide, Australia welcome to OVERDRIVE!!!!!!!!! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Akron, Ohio….weighing in tonight at 290lbs…..THIS IS SLEDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘Albatross’ by Corrosion of Conformity and the fans get to their feet at Sledge walks out onto the stage with his metal chair, he raises it in the air and poses for the fans.

Daniels: These Australian fans seem to love Sledge…..

Masters: Of course they do, this island once was the home of all sorts of criminals, they love there own!

Daniels: Sledge starts to make his way down to the ring and WAIT HE COMES SAM ATTIC WITH HIS OWN CHAIR AND LEVELS SLEDGE WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK!!!!!

Masters: Serves him right!

Daniels: Serves him right, how do you figure?

Masters: Sledge was bringing that chair to the ring to use it, Sam just beat him to the punch!

Daniels” Well here comes Sam’s sister Ciera running out onto the stage to join her brother, she grabs the chair Sledge had brought out and grabs him by the hair and lifts his head, she puts the chair down and drops his head down on the chair….oh my god no!

Masters: Sam with a distant look on his face looks down at Sledge and raises hi chair up…..

Daniels: AND SLAMS IT DOWN ON THE HEAD OF SLEDGE!!!!!

Masters: Blood begins to pour out of the nose and mouth of Sledge as the referee Jason Humel slides out of the ring to try and get some control over a match that hasn’t even started yet.

Daniels: Ciera is blocking Humel as Sam rips Sledge to his feet and slams him back against the guard rail. He taps it on the ground AND SLAMS IT INTO THE FACE OF SLEDGE!!!!!!! Blood is pouring from the face of Sledge!!!!

Masters: I would say that something has to be broken but come on, this might help, I’ve seen that grille and this might make an improvement!

Daniels: Humel finally gets past Ciera and is screaming at Sam who…oh my god, he’s just laughing as he looks down at his handy work and rolls into the ring as he was ordered….and here comes Sid Simelia along with an EMT.

Masters: What the hell is the moron doing out here?

Daniels: He is a road agent and is in charge of the hardcore guys and Sledge falls into the category.

Masters: If anyone is listening to me back there I have a match I want booked, Damage Control, put all the hardcore guys and this tool into the ring and toss in a book, the first one that can tell us WHAT IT IS IS THE WINNER AND THE REST ARE FIRED!!!!

Daniels: The EMT and Sid are looking over Sledge who is coming around and trying to get up but they are trying to keep him down, I’m sorry guys but I can not see how this match is going to be able to happen after that assault….

Masters: ASSAULT!?! WEEK AFTER WEEK YOU AND THAT MORON OVER THERE TELL ME AND THE WORLD THAT THIS IS WHAT THEY DO, AND NOW YOU ARE CALLING IT AN ASSAULT!?!

Daniels: That was from behind, you might not like what they do but there is a code, AND ATTACKING SOMEONE FROM BEHIND ISN’T PART OF WHAT THESE GUYS ARE ABOUT!!!!

Masters: Well Sam Attic just beat Sledge to the punch.

Daniels: Well the EMT is wiping the blood from the face AND THERE IS A HUGE CUT ACROSS HIS FACE FROM THAT CHAIR SHOT, I CAN’T SEE HOW THEY ARE GOING TO LET HIM GET INTO THAT RING, BUT SLEDGE IS UP TO HIS FEET AND SHOVES THE EMT AWAY AND IS HEADING TO THE RING….

Masters: Oh great, NO, GO AWAY!!!! DO NOT SIT DOWN…OH BLODDY HELL!!!!!

Daniels: We are being joined by Sid Simelia, Sid, what was going on down there?

Sid Simelia: Well the EMT said he could not continue but Sledge told him to stick it up his ass……

Masters: Sid, please, we have kids listening.

Sid Simelia: he told the EMT, me and Humel he was going to fight….

Daniels: Well Sledge is in the ring, covered in blood and is motioning for Humel to ring the bell.

*DING DING DING*

Daniels: Sledge charges at Sam who side steps him and Sledge slams into the corner, Sam quickly on the attack with kicks to the stomach, he grabs Sledge around the head and drives a series of knees into the head of Sledge who once again slumps down in the corner.

Sid Simelia: He shouldn’t be in there, with all the blood he’s losing he’s going to pass out here soon.

Masters: Well why don’t you go down there and toss in the bloody towel then Sid?

Sid Simelia: That’s not my call to make Willie.

Daniels: Humel is taking a close look at Sledge BUT HERE COMES SAM RUNNING AT SLEDGE AND….HESITATION DROP KICK TO THE FACE OF SLEDGE!!!!!!!!!

Masters: This is over, call for the bell stripes.

Sid Simelia: You are really enjoying this aren’t you Willie?

Masters: These guys run around here beating the hell out of the TRUE talent in this company and if the rolls were reversed you would be hoping Sledge would crack the skull of Sam Attic, so yeah, I like seeing them getting a taste of their own medicine.

Daniels: Sam grabs Sledge by the hair and pulls him to his feet and HALF NELSON FACEBUSTER!!!!! AND LOOK AT THE BLOOD ON THE MAT, Sam is calculated in his attack, Sledge’s head has to be fuzzy and he keeps going high impact to the head.

Masters: Sam goes for the pin…..

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Daniels: SLEDGE KICKS OUT!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: He still has some fight in him.

Masters: No he’s too stupid to just stay down.

Daniels: Sam looks shocked but drops a knee to the throat of Sledge and heads towards the ropes.

Masters: STAY ON HIM SAM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING…..

Daniels: Sam up to the top rope and jumps….FLYING SENTON BUT SLEDGE ROLLS AND SAM MISSES!!!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: COME ON SLEDGE, HERE IS YOUR OPENING!!!!

Daniels: Sledge grabs the ropes and using them starts to pull himself up, his face is covered in blood and he wipes away some of it so he can see.

Sid Simelia: The cut is bleeding badly.

Daniels: Sam up as well and walks right into a straight right fist from Sledge, his neck snaps back a bit and another one and another punch that backs Sam into the corner.

Masters: The ref has lost all control of this match.

Daniels: Sledge kicks Sam in the gut and he doubles over, Sledge hooks him and lifts him into the air…..MUSCLE BUSTER!!!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: That took a ton out of Sledge who is also still down, the blood lose is starting to take a toll.

Daniels: Ciera is up on the apron yelling at Sam to get up but it’s Sledge who is getting to his feet.

Masters: Ciera get out of there…..

Daniels: Sledge is up and has his eyes set on Ciera who doesn’t see him coming….SLEDGE GRABS CIERA AND KISSES HER!!!!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: OH MAN HIS BLOOD IS ALL OVER HER FACE AS WELL….

Daniels: CIERA GRABS SLEDGE BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND…..SHE’S BITING HIS LIP!!!!! AND OH MY GOD!!!!!!

Masters: Um, she’s grabbing his……

Sid Simelia: SHE’S GRABBING HIS JUNK AND SLEDGE IS TRYING TO PULL AWAY BUT SHE HAS HIM BY THE BALLS!!!!!!

Daniels: Sam is up and runs towards them….. HESITATION DROP KICK TO HER HANDS AND HIS UM….MAN PARTS!!!!!

Masters: HAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: That’s one way to drop a man.

Daniels: Sledge falls to the mat holding his man region and Sam is looking at his sister who grins with a face covered in Sledge’s blood. Humel walks towards her to get her off the apron as Sam grabs a chair and lays it on the mat and grabs Sledge. He pulls him to his feet and DDT ONTO THAT CHAIR, HE KICKS IT OUT OF THE RING AS CIERA DROPS TO THE OUTSIDE.

Masters: Sledge is getting everything he deserves.

Sid Simelia: No man deserves a shot to the balls.

Daniels: Sledge looks to be out cold, but Sam grabs Sledge from behind and Rear Naked Choke to the already out Sledge, blood pours from this head as Sam squeezes, Humel checks on Sledge and lifts his arm….

Drops Once

Daniels: He lifts the arm again…..

Drops Twice

Daniels: This is just trivial….

Drops a Third time……

Daniels: Humel motions for the bell……

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Towers: The winner of this match…..’PSYCHO’ SAM ATTIC!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Sam still not breaking the hold as Ciera slides into the ring, Jason Humel finally pulls Sam off of Sledge who just flops over to the mat as the EMT climbs into the ring to check on him.

Masters: Hey all I can say is talent won out here tonight.

Sid Simelia: And that sneak attack had nothing to do with it Willie?

Masters: Nope nothing at all.

Daniels: Sam spits on Sledge and rolls out of the ring with his sister and is hearing it from these fans.

Masters: They are just all jealous of his talent.

Daniels: Well thanks Sid for joining us and please let us know any updates you get on Sledge.

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Backstage, the cameras find "Bad Ass" Matt Covey, entering the arena. Adorned in his usual jeans and leather jacket and new Alan Fiscus "M.I.A" shirt, he walks with a definite limp. His face is bandaged in several places. Ignoring the camera and the backstage crew, he proceeds down the hall as if looking for something or someone.

Daniels: I don't know how he's doing it, Masters, but Matt Covey is in the building!

Masters: Good God, the man's body has to resemble shredded cheese!

Daniels: I can't help but wonder what his agenda is here tonight. Do you think he's still after Buzzsaw and the CZW Ultraviolent title?

Masters: Whatever his reasons, I'm sure he's up to no good. Of course he's probably only got the one good leg to stand on.

Matt continues down a corridor until he approaches a door labeled "Roster Locker Room". Matt runs a bandaged hand back through his hair, looking as though he may enter by his usual M.O. of kicking the door off it's hinges... Instead, he grasps the door handle and opens the door correctly, perhaps for the first time in his life. Inside, several of CZW's finest are running around, placing ice packs, or lacing their boots. Matt enters and just stands at the door, looking the crowd over. Krimzon Blaze comes running by in a flame embroidered jackstrap, grabbing his ass cheeks in a panic, followed by El Pablo sans-mask, whipping his snapping at his friend with a towel. Ryan Shane sits in the back of the room, wrapping tape around his hands. Shawn Waters stands at a locker, polishing his briefcase. Mountain Man is curling weights in a corner. Mike King is pacing a few feet away, talking to somebody on a cell phone. Matt eyes them all, a smirk crossing his face. He is soon approached by Ronnie McNeill...

Ronnie McNeill: What's goin' on, Covester? How's that cousin of yours?

Bad Ass: Still a dumb ass.

Ronnie McNeill: Some things never change, man. What are you doing here, bro? You're not scheduled to compete tonight.

Bad Ass: I'm counting all the assholes in the room.

The room suddenly turns silent, all eyes on Covey.

Bad Ass: Looks like I'm definitely not alone.

The air is lightened with Matt's attempt at humor, and everyone goes back to their own business. Except for one man. One very large, pissed off, and equally injured man. The light from the fixture on the ceiling is suddenly blocked out by the hulking frame of Jakob Mayhem. Towering above Covey, he snorts like a bull.

Jakob Mayhem: You come back for another beating? Cause if you're looking for trouble, I've still got a large dose of pain with a side order of broken limbs with your name on it!

Bad Ass: Sounds delicious, big man. Maybe some other time.

Jakob Mayhem: You goin' soft on me?

Bad Ass: Nope. I just got bigger fish to fry.

Voice: I hope you're not talking about me...

Matt turns and steps aside, letting Buzzsaw and his friend Sledge into the room, the UV title draped across Buzz's bruised shoulder. Sledge grunts and makes faces at Matt and Jakob, but Buzz waves him on into the room.

Bad Ass: Not tonight, Derek. But it is good I've got the two of you here at the same time...

Mayhem tenses up, ready to attack. Buzz eyes Mayhem and stands at the ready, but eyes Matt also and amazingly senses no threat.

Bad Ass: I just wanted to thank you guys for making the last few months some of the best of my life. Derek, you're a right tough bastard with everything to gain. Jakob... Well... You're a big angry son of a bitch. I've known several in my time, and by God you're a natural disaster. I just wanted to tell you guys, that if I don't come back... Well... Thanks for sending me off on a high note.

Mayhem un-tenses, but still looks to be on guard. Buzz looks confused.

Jakob Mayhem: Where you goin'? Rehab again? Maybe the infirmary?

Bad Ass: Hah! You wish, big man. I'm about to do the dumbest thing I've ever probably done in my life. I don't see myself still having a job when I'm done. So let's just say I'm covering my bases before I go.

Buzzsaw: What are you going to do?!?

Bad Ass: If I tell you, that makes you an accessory. No. I'm gonna take care of this thing myself. You just do me a favor, Stone.

Buzzsaw: Name it.

Bad Ass: Keep that belt warm for me. I'll be back for it one day.

Buzzsaw: Anytime, anywhere...friend.

Nothing else needs be said. Matt and Buzzsaw's shared glance speaks volumes. Mayhem shrugs and uneasily backs off to go sit by his locker. Matt looks the room over one more time before nodding at Buzzsaw and then exiting the locker room.

Daniels: What was THAT about?!?

Masters: I'm not sure. I'm more confused than ever!

Daniels: You don't think he's actually going after...

Masters: No... You think?

Daniels: You can never tell with Matt Covey. It sounded like he was saying goodbye.

Masters: And if he was, then good riddance!

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-=- A COLLISION OF BEASTS! -=-
"The South Beach Specimen" Big Nasty vs. "The Colossus" Garrett William

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TOWERS: "This next match is scheduled for one fall, and has a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first... hailing from Wichita, Kansas and weighing in at 475 pounds... The Colossus... GARRETT WILLIAM!"

"Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed plays as the crowd boos. Garrett walks out, casually, wearing only black trunks instead of his usual singlet. He ignores the crowd as he gets to the ring, where he steps over the top rope to enter.

TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from South Beach, Florida and weighing in at 295 pounds... The South Beach Specimen... BIG NASTY!"

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as "Battery" by Metallica plays. Nasty walks out, just as casual as Garrett, wearing his black leather pants and a doublet with red and white that says "Big Nasty" on the chest. He walks down to the ring, also ignoring the fans. He also steps over the top rope to enter the ring.

DANIELS: "This is a clash of giants, for sure. Perhaps the one match I've been looking forward to since Brisbane."

MASTERS: "It's the classic case of the unstoppable force against the immovable object, and I too, look forward to it."

DING DING DING

DANIELS: "The bell rings, and both men casually walk up to each other, getting chest to chest. Each man speaking their minds, staring almost eye to eye with Nasty being 6'11" and Garrett an even 7'. They are getting livid!"

MASTERS: "This is the mind game right here, who is more intimidated and who can get in the mind of the other... Nasty is good at mind games, but Garrett is a monster who can't possibly be scared of any man in the world today."

DANIELS: "Good point. Well, Garrett just shoved Nasty, who smirks to himself... and returns the favor. They make the exchange again... and again... and... Nasty pokes Garrett in the eye!"

MASTERS: "Excellent move from the veteran. Garrett stumbles back, and Nasty capitolizes with a series of punches to keep the big man stunned. He moves him into a corner, and intelligently, begins a series of high knees to the guts of the big man."

DANIELS: "Nasty does have more in ring experience than Garrett, and that might play the deciding factor for the outcome of this contest. Nasty has him more stunned, and takes a few steps back, now all the way to the opposite corner... with a head of steam!"

MASTERS: "And Nasty crashes into Garrett with a big splash, causing the big man to fall to his knees. Nasty is in complete control, as the smirk on his face suggests. He grabs Garrett by the hair and pulls him back up. He pushes him back into the corner, and it looks like he's going for a second splash."

DANIELS: "He is... but this time, Garrett gets a boot up and Nasty's face collides with it. He went to the well once too often, if you asked me."

MASTERS: "I didn't. Garrett shakes it off, and slowly picks Nasty back up."

* CHOP *

DANIELS: "Hard chop that is heard throughout Australia, goodness! Another!"

* CHOP *

DANIELS: "Nasty's chest, at least what is visible, is beat red. Garrett then nails him with hard headbutt, causing Nasty to stagger back... Garrett takes a few steps back... and clotheslines Nasty over the top rope!"

MASTERS: "This could get dangerous for us, Jarred! William follows him out, and stalks him as he begins to stir. He kicks Nasty in the kidneys as he sits up! Dastardly. I love it."

DANIELS: "Of course you do. Garrett repeats the move, causing Nasty to cringe. He then pulls Nasty back up, standing behind him. He angles him, and pushes him so hard he is thrown into the first row!"

* CLANG *

MASTERS: "What force this man has! The humanoids scatter as Garrett follows suit, stepping over the guardrail. Garrett begins punching Nasty hard into the head repeatedly as he stands back up... but Nasty tries to defend himself, and throws in a punch or two. Garrett is definitely on top though, as he knees Nasty in the gut. He throws him back over the guardrail, and he splatters back onto the ringside area."

DANIELS: "Garrett's strength evident so far in this contest, as Garrett is almost man handling Big Nasty."

MASTERS: "None of that, please."

DANIELS: "You know what I mean! Garrett has Nasty back up, and it looks like... he's going to irish whip him into the ring post!"

* CLING! *

DANIELS: "NO! Big Nasty reversed it and irish whipped Garrett into it instead, resulting in his giant face colliding with steel!"

MASTERS: "Now both big men are laid out on the floor, and the referee Stephanie has no choice but to begin the ten count."

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EIGHT!

MASTERS: "Somehow, Nasty manages to get up and slide into the ring, breaking up the count."

DANIELS: "He gets right back out, however, and while catching his bearings, he begins to lift up Garrett and slowly throws him back into the ring. After he finally does, Nasty goes for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "Not enough, but I could have swore Garrett was out cold after that head shot."

DANIELS: "Nasty sluggishly gets back up, and pauses for a moment, thinking what to do next. He grabs Garrett by the head, and begins to lift him up... but the tables have turned, and Garrett gives Nasty a receipt by poking him in the eye!"

MASTERS: "Nasty stumbles off, and Garrett slowly gets up, a red mark on his forehead from the ring post. Garrett slowly grabs Nasty from behind in a waistlock, and now he begins to squeeze in a reverse bear hug. Smart move, it allows him to gain back his air, while denying Nasty of his."

DANIELS: "The crowd is into this match, not really cheering for either man, but loving the competiveness. Nasty refuses to give up, and Garrett keeps cinching in. Nasty inches over, and grabs a top rope, causing Stephanie to tell Garrett to break the hold. He does right at the five count, milking the rules."

MASTERS: "He's been taught well."

DANIELS: "And the whole point of this match is to gain more revenge on Nasty, as he was a major catalyst in the firing of Garrett's cousin, Alan Fiscus. Nasty is a hero."

MASTERS: "Nasty is a menace. Garrett proceeds with a series of headbutts to the back of Nasty's head, further stunning him. He walks him over to a corner, and... oh this could be bad, VERY bad, it looks like Garrett is sitting Nasty on the top turnbuckle!"

DANIELS: "If he nails a Superplex or any move like that, with the mass of both men, it could destroy the ring!"

MASTERS: "Well he has him up, and by God, Garrett is trying to join him. How those ropes don't just snap is beyond me. Nasty is trying to fight it off, sluggish punches that are matched from Garrett."

DANIELS: "Garrett is trying to get up there, yeah, but Nasty keeps fighting him off... wait, Nasty's got him stunned! Garrett pauses, and falls back down to the mat... Each man throwing wild punches at each other... Nasty grabs Garrett's head... you're kidding me...."

* THUD *

DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! Big Nasty, a 6'11" monster, just nailed Garrett William, a 7' giant, WITH A TORNADO DDT! Nasty's going for the pin! But wait, to add insurance... he's putting his feet on the bottom rope after Stephanie applies the count!"

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MASTERS: "Bloody hell, Nasty wins!"

* DING DING DING *

"Battery" plays over the PA again

DANIELS: "Stephanie raises Nasty's hand in victory, who is smiling to himself. The crowd is still mixed, but there are cheers for the big man. He is sure taking a long time to celebrate, telling the female ref not to lower his hand just yet."

MASTERS: "Ah, but look... the monster is stirring already..."

DANIELS: "Oh, Nasty, turn around!"

MASTERS: "HA! As he was arrogant enough to celebrate too long, Garrett low blows him from behind! That dreadful music stops, and Garrett has a look of a murderer on his face!"

DANIELS: "Wait, you don't like Metallica?"

MASTERS: "I sided with Dave Mustaine, Team Megadeth!"

DANIELS: "Ah. I didn't realize there were teams."

MASTERS: "There are! Garrett has pain on his mind, as he drags Nasty over to the corner, spread eagle... Garrett exits the ring, still having a hold on Nasty's ankles... and this can't be good... MAKE A WISH!"

* CRINGE *

DANIELS: "Garrett pulled Nasty's legs hard, crotching him with the ring post! That's gotta hurt! But it looks like Garrett isn't done... He looks around... what is he... oh no, he's grabbing the ring steps! That massive monster picks them up, and this can't be good for Nasty!"

* SMASH! *

MASTERS: "Bloody hell, He smashes the ring steps hard into Nasty's left ankle! Did you see how awkwardly it bent!? And Nasty is screaming and writhing in pain! That ankle is broken!"

DANIELS: "And William doesn't stop there, damn!"

* SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! *

MASTERS: "Holy shit, three more crunches and that ankle is DEFINITELY broken! Garrett might have lost, but he made quite a statement here... That ankle is almost snapped in two!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is stunned at Garrett's act of violence, and a EMT crew rushes down to the ring. This is just too far, that is a man's livelihood... That ankle is totally broken, look at it... Garrett's face, covered with a sadistic smile as security comes and gets in between him and the EMTs with Nasty... this was uncalled for, there's no telling how much time Nasty is going to have to miss..."

MASTERS: "Oh you know he'll miss a good chunk of time, 8-10 months I'd gather."

DANIELS: "Oh, you're a doctor?"

MASTERS: "I play one on TV!"

DANIELS: "Good enough, that means you have as much qualification as most of the real ones do!"

MASTERS: "Exactly."

DANIELS: "Well, the crowd is booing Garrett heavily, who is totally impressed with himself. He leaves the ringside area, as the EMTs have to get Nasty on a gurney... this is just horrible. We will try to update you on Nasty's condition later tonight, either via the show or CZW.com. Let's cut to a commercial."

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-CZW returns, and the scene opens with Buzzsaw standing backstage talking with Sid Simelia.-

Sid Simelia: Man I have tried everything, washed down there, covered it with Gold Bond, hell man I even shaved everything but damn my balls still itch, she told me she was clean….

Buzzsaw: You wore a rain coat right?

-Sid sort of smiles like he was a kid who just got caught doing something bad.

Buzzsaw: OH COME ON MAN, YOU FUCKED A STRIPPER WITHOUT WEARING A CONDOM!?!

Sid Simelia: Man she said I didn’t need one, I mean yeah I was pissed she didn’t have a fire crotch but she told me I could go raw so it sort of made up for it, and all I had to do is give her and her brother backstage passes last week and man, I even got a hummer from her in the locker room while her brother was getting his picture taken with Waylon Krew.

Buzzsaw: I don’t know how to break this to you, but Trish fucked Matt Covey earlier in the night man.

-The smile on Sid face intently goes away.-

Sid Simelia: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? DUDE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME, SHIT THIS EXPLAINS THE RASH, DAMN IT MY DICK IS GOING TO FALL OFF ISN’T IT? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT BUZZ?

Buzzsaw: I figured it’s been forever since you got laid and I figured you wouldn’t be stupid enough to fuck a stripper without wearing a glove man….

Sid Simelia: DUDE YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING, I BAGGED HER EVERY WHICH WAY, SHE HAD NO LIMITS, SHE EVEN LET ME RECORD IT ON MY PHONE…..

-The sounds of a tapping shoe silences Sid in mid sentence.-

Sid Simelia: Ms. Baines!!!!!

Ms. Baines: I don’t want to break up boys talk but I have been looking all over for you Buzz.

Buzzsaw: Yeah, why’s that, got some good news for me for once?

Ms. Baines: Well I’m not sure if it’s good news but I feel as if it’s exciting news. Every since last week people around here have been falling over themselves to try and come up with something for you at Horrorcore.

Buzzsaw: Yeah, having problems with that, I’ll gladly take it off…

Ms. Baines: Oh no, no, no, no, that will not do Buzz, we want to give these Australian fans what they want and they want you Buzz. The only problem we are having is many of the Ultraviolent guys want there shot at you and the title.

Sid Simelia: Of course they do, after a Scaffold Match and a Death Cell Match they see him weaker and easier to pick off.

Ms. Baines: Be that as it may you have taken out both Jakob Mayhem and Matt Covey and now some of the young blood wants their shot at the Hardcore Icon and that title of yours.

Buzzsaw: So who is it? Who am I facing at Horrorcore?

Ms. Baines: Well there is the problem Buzz, multiple men want that shot, Garrett William, Axel St. James and Rosman Ballard have all been to see me and all want a shot at you, now I’m a fair women, so I thought I would come to you and see who you want to face, given that you have had two unbelievable title matches in less than a month, so I think you should be able to pick your next opponent, so Buzz, who will it be?

Buzzsaw: All of them came to see you and wanted a match?

Ms. Baines: Yes all of them.

Buzzsaw: Garrett Williams, Axel St. James or Roseman Ballard, well why not give them all a shot, if you toss in Sledge I’ll sign the contract.

Ms. Baines: Wait, you want all of them and Sledge?

Buzzsaw: Sure, lets make it a good old time, make sure nobody is disappointed.

Ms. Baines: That might work, yes, Buzzsaw v. Sledge v. Axel St. James v. Rosman Ballard v. Garrett William for the CZW Ultraviolent Championship, Falls Count Anywhere in a Frenzy Match, 30 min time limit, the title can change hands as many times as it can in that time limit, last man with the belt is the champion, what do you think?

Buzzsaw: Draw up the paper work and I’m on board.

-Ms. Baines smiles, nods and walks away from the two.

Sid Simelia: Are you sure about this, you could lose that belt without ever getting pinned man.

Buzzsaw: It will be fine Sid, if these guys all want a shot well they will get just that, now lets get your junk looked at before it falls off, the medical center is right there, come on man.

-Sid starts to scratch his crotch and follows Buzzsaw.

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Scene switches to the sadistic sound of pain that seems to be running through the body and veins of a broken man. The Camera crew rush to the "Next Generation" locker room to see Tim leaning against the wall holding his bandaged ribs that were damaged at Hatewave. Tim is screaming out in bloody murder, a sight that not has been seen coming from " The King Of Chaos" in quit sometime as the camera slowly zooms in on the facial expression of Tim who litterly is holding back the pain by biteing his bottom lip. Tim just gets his emontions under controle as there is a sound from behind that slowly lerks up as to be none other then Carnage. Carnage slowly walks around Tim and stops for a brief moment with a twsited expression upon his face.

Carnage: Tim, I warned you that you needed me I made it clear that you don't have what it takes to survive anymore without me and what did you do? You decide to make a joke out of yourself so you could try and impress those pathetic fans out there in the arena at Hatewave. Tim they don't care about you, they don't respect you I mean come on look at the hell you put yourself through at Hatewave I mean I respect you for going out there trying to achieve that one moment of glory.

Carnage was going to proceed with the mocking but Tim turns around and stares at Carnage for a brief moment before slowly walking nose to nose with the giant. Tim has not taken his eyes of his so called "body guard" and with the expression on Tim's face it dosen't look like Tim is in the mood for jokes.

TT: Who in the hell do you think you are, you pathetic excuse of a human being? Carnage, you have the balls to strut in here after I put my body and career on the line and make a mockery out of me?

Carnage trys to speak up but Tim cuts him off showing nothing but disrespect.

TT: Shut your mouth! I am not finished. Carnage for the past month since you returned you have not only destroyed my friendship with Mountain Man, but you are walking around The Next Generation locker room acting like you own it when the fact of the matter is this.. THIS is my yard and you're nothing but a giant pain in the ass or I should say a pest standing in the middle of my yard.

Tim stands straight up to glare in the eyes of the giant but is unable to do so as Tim leans over holding his ribs. Carnage looks down at Tim and laughs before picking Tim up by the shoulder and helping him to his chair but Tim pushes Carnage away causeing the giant to bump into what he thought was a wall. Carnage turns around to see Mountain man standing behind him with an angry expression upon his face.

MTM: Carnage you got exactly five seconds to get out of here or there is going to be carnage as I splatter your blood all across this floor. Now why don’t you do what a body guard should do and make yourself useful and go stand outside the door and make sure no one walks in while me and Timmons have a heart to heart and discuss our business.

Carnage just looks at Mountain Man deciding if he should push it or not, and decides to do as he is told and make his way towards the door opening it and walking out, with Mountain Man and Tim watching him the whole time.

Mountain Man just looks over at Tim shaking his head while Tim is still holding his ribs, however Mountain Man doesn’t look much better after the Hell in A Cell with Garrett William. He has a bandage covering up a noticeable gash as well as marks up and down his forearms.

MtM: Man lets lay it all out on the table what the hell has been going on with us lately. You decide to bring Carnage back without saying a word to me for god knows what reason, that ass clown decides to wants to be my friend and start telling me that you are done with me and that I am a waste of talent and that you want to out on your own. So I try to call you on the cell over and over and you give me no answer, so what am I to think I go out on my own while watching you try to win over the crowd. Wondering where the Tim Timmons went that would care less about the fans and more about the Win at all cost. Now yes me and you have been on a losing streak as of late but it seems like we have an opputunity to avenge our status and show once again that TNG is a force not to be reckoned with and dominate the tag team division, so I gonna ask you here and now which Timmons will I get to come and watch my back as we make our way one step closer to capturing those CZW Tag Team Championships?

Mountain Man looks at Tim waiting a responce from his best friend. Tim takes a minute to regroup as he moves nose to nose with Mountain Man and glares at him for a moment.

TT: Mountain Man what makes you think that I have to come to you when it comes down to the decisions that I figure are best for The Next Generation. I am the leader I make the rules and you and Carnage follows them it is that playing and simple I am sick and tired of having to sto a blood bath between you two so as of this point you two will settle your differences because I am sick and tired of having to baby sit these two giants who call themselves monsters. Now the reason I diden't return your phone calls is because I had things to take care of as you may be aware that since this so called " Damage Control" bullshit started everyone has been put on notice. Alan Fiscus who is the former CZW World Champion is no longer here and if that wasn't shocking enough now Jesse Montana and others are no longer in the CZW. Point is this Mountain Man I am not here busting my ass just so I can be placed in a pointless contest against other wrestlers who have everything to gain and nothing to lose. I have been wrestling in CZW since the very start and I am not about to risk my career for you or anyone.

Tim looks at Mountain Man as if he was waiting for the big man to respond with a smart ass answer however that is not the case as Mountain Man just nods his head.

TT: Mountain Man I pretty much said that your career means shit all to me and all you can do is nod your head like an over grown puppet?

Mountain Man is just about to respond but is attacked by Tim with rights and lefts to his gash on his forehead. Blood begins to seap through the gash that has been re opened by the visious attack of Tim. Tim begins to take the attack to the next level as he begins to disrespect Mountain Man by slaing his acrossed the head. Mountain Man face is red with anger as he begins to shake with rage.

TT: Whats the matter big guy don't like being beaten around like a joke?. What is it Mountain Man don't like being treated like trash under peoples feet because that is exactly what is happening. See it is like this, you are a beast awaiting the oppertunity to be unleashed and your just waiting for that right time to come and that time is now my friend. I am not here trying to disrespect you because if that is what your thinking I am doing your dead wrong. Mountain Man you asked for the Tim Timmons who dosen't give a damn about anyone or anything and wins at any cause,,,. Well your looking at him and I want you to be at the top of the Mountain with me but if you are unable to get the job done I will have no choice to leave you at the bottom of the company where the rest of these non talented superstars remain until they are slowly but surely removed from CZW... Mountain Man the choice is yours, so what are you going to do about it. I know that I am going to do whatever it takes to survive because its every man for himself and I don't plan on having my walking papers handed to me.

Tim takes one last glance at Mountain Man before slowly walking past the beast as he taps him on the shoulder before exiting the locker room. Mountain Man is still enraged but seems to takes Tim comments to heart as the anger is replaced by a psychotic smile that comes across his face as the camera fades back to ringside where the show is under way.

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+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH FOR THE WORLD TELEVISION TITLE! -=-
"The sXe Enigma" Jacob Havok vs. "The Misfit" Mike Monroe

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Mike Monroe and Jacob Havok stare each other down from across the ring as the ref rings the bell, setting something off in Monroe as he runs at Havok, spearing him to the ground. The crowd cheers as he repeatedly punches Havok in the face, busting him open almost immediately under his mask. Monroe seems like a man possessed, jumping off of Havok and prowling around the ring as Havok gets up. Monroe goes in for another move, only to receive a kick to the gut and a step up Enzuiguri! Mike falls to his knees as Havok bounces off of the ropes and connects with a shining wizard! He goes for a pin, and only gets a two count. Havok wipes the blood off of his face, picking Mike up and going for the DIFH early, but Mike reverses it, connecting with a Rolling Elbow! Havok stumbles back, but keeps his footing, as Mike leaps back, then lunges forward with a Superkick! He covers, two count!

Mike has had enough as he yells out, waiting for Havok to get up as he rebounds off of the ropes and connects with an epic Glimmering Warlock! As Havok falls, Monroe rebounds again, rolling forward then leaping up and delivering a leg drop! Mike slides his thumb across his throat, turning Havok on his stomach and locking in the Burn Notice! Havok screams out, but his screams aren't as loud as Monroe's who seems to want to break Havok's neck! Havok has no choice, he taps out, but Monroe doesn't let go, causing the bell to ring as his long-time rival is forced unconscious! "Nightmare" by Avenged sevenfold blares as Monroe Keeps his job, becoming the number one contender for the CZW Televison Championship!

*** "Diamond Eyes" plays over the PA, and the crowd cheers as they expect Theresa Baines to walk out and address them. The cheers turn to jeers rather quickly, however, as they see who walks out is not Baines... but Derek Damage. He has a large smirk on his face and a mic in his hand, wearing a top dollar dary grey suit.

DAMAGE: "Oh, I know you were expecting more curves and longer hair, but I just wanted to have a little fun with you folks from down under. But, now I have a statement to make so this will be short and sweet. I've decided that the next show, in Perth, will be the last show that we have Damage Control matches on."

The crowd cheers

DAMAGE: "Oh, that makes you happy? That's great. So allow me to say which matches those will be. The main event will, of course, be the El Pablo and Sam Attic FTLC match for the X-Division title... and a DC match. Can't wait to get rid of ONE of those weird... 'special' people."

The crowd boos

DAMAGE: "Ha, like I care how the masses feel. I have a few more matches for Perth to announce. First, after that horrible television we just saw with Timmons and Newsome in the back, I've decided, on the fly... because I am a genius, and that's how we do things... that Tim Timmons will face the Mountain Man, one on one... in a Damage Control match! That will be fun."

The crowd is mixed

DAMAGE: "And as everyone saw to start the show, yes, Rob Wright will challenge Krimzon Blaze for the CZW World Television title... and that match will ALSO be a Damage Control match, ha! That's what Rob gets for making demands, and not knowing his role!"

The crowd boos

DAMAGE: "And one last match, but this isn't really all that important, is it? In fact, it will be the dark match so that we don't waste TV time on talent that hasn't proven itself yet. They all four have something to prove, in my opinion. We will have a tag match. It will be Yoshi Naniwa and Dwayne Campbell... two men who I can't recall if they've EVER won a match in CZW... against TJ Hix and Caleb Walker, who have been more.. prominent in the past, particularly Caleb, but have now faded due to their apparent apathy. Let's see if any of them even want their precious jobs."

The crowd boos still

DAMAGE: "Well, that's enough of looking out at you... people. Enjoy the show, and spend more money!"

The crowd continues, as Derek laughs to himself. He exits the stage, back from where he came, and we cut to a commercial.

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Backstage we once again find Matt Covey, carousing the halls. Incidently, he crosses paths with Eddie Rowan. Eddie stops and looks his former friend and former enemy over one good time, laughing to himself upon observing the Fiscus shirt. He then smiles warmly and extends his hand. Matt returns the sentiment and the two shake.

Eddie Rowan: You really doing this, man?

Bad Ass: Yes I am.

Eddie Rowan: This isn't your fight, man.

Bad Ass: That's where you're wrong. It's all of our fight. Only nobody else can see it yet.

Eddie Rowan: You know something? You're not a bad guy, Covey.

Bad Ass: I know. I'm an asshole.

Eddie Rowan: You keep telling yourself that. Oh, and should you choose to go upside his head... Hit him once for me, would ya?

Bad Ass: You can count on it. See ya around, Eddie.

Eddie Rowan: Yeah. But something tells me I won't. I'll tell Mayn you said "Fuck off".

Bad Ass: You know me well.

Both men share a quick laugh before Matt pushes on down the hall, cracking his knuckles as he goes. Eddie sighs and shakes his head as the camera fades out on him.

Daniels: So Covey IS going to assault somebody!

Masters: And you're excited about the fact?!?

Daniels: It's a guessing game, and I'm addicted!

Masters: Well you better get addicted to your job because we've got a match coming up!

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-=- NON-TITLE BATTLE OF THE X-DIVISION! -=-
The CZW X-Division Champion, El Pablo vs. "The Cult of Personality" Ryan Shane

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Daniels: Next up is the highly anticipated match between the 'Five Star Superstar' and the 'Straight Edge Curse'.

Masters: Well I don't know about you Daniels, but this guy has evolved overnight. I don't know how, but I do know why. Did you see what that psychopath said, and did, to Brian Kirkland a week ago?!

Daniels: It was all an organized plan, Masters. The guy did what he had to do survive in CZW. "Used" is an absolute under-statement. He took everything Kirkland had made and destroyed it in a matter of days.

Masters: Not only that, we're talking about a guy who is now on a mission to eradicate anyone and everyone who stands in his way of dominance here in CZW.

Daniels: Well instead of setting high goals like that, this guy should focus on his opponent this week, the former World Heavyweight Champion, El Pablo. Ryan Shane seems to believe he can do whatever he wants around here, but I am sure El Pablo has something to say about that.

Masters: I just can't wait to see this match, Daniels. A chiseled veteran like El Pablo going against an evolved Ryan Shane. This guy is set out to make an example out of Pabs.

Daniels: You should never count out El Pablo. If we've learned anything about Pablo in the last 3 years it's that he is no warm up. This guy is the real deal. And it looks like it's about to begin.

Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Feeding Off Your Weakness" by xAFBx ft. xREIGNOFTERRORx hits the P.A. with a resounding force as the 'Straight Edge Curse' Ryan Shane walks down to the ring among a chorus of boos as he then enters the ring, staring intently at the entrance ramp waiting for his opponent.

Towers: From Las Vegas, Nevada; standing 6'4 and weighing 245 pounds; he is the 'Straight Edge Curse', Ryan Shane!

Another chorus of boos erupt as Ryan stands in the ring smiling sadistically

Towers: And his opponent...

"Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction hits the P.A. as the heavy booing turns to an eruption of cheers as 'The Five-Star Superstar' El Pablo walks down towards the ring eying Shane as he then enters the ring.

Towers: From Tijuana, England; standing 5'11 and weighing 195 pounds, "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO!

A huge wave of cheers overshadow the other cheers from before as Pablo taunts to the fans while Shane just stares back, looking completely unimpressed.

*DING DING DING*

Daniels: This match is underway!

Masters: Indeed!

El Pablo and Shane quickly tie-up, Shane overshadowing Pablo immediately with a headlock but counters into his own variation of a headlock! Shane escapes with a huge elbow to the side of Pablo's face but El Pablo returns the favor with 3 huge right hands rocking the 'Straight Edge Curse' back! Shane quickly shaking the cobwebs, kicks Pablo square in the gut and shoots Pablo off the ropes with an Irish whip and on the rebound Pablo hits Shane with a Handspring Rebound Enziguri sending Ryan tumbling out of the ring and onto the padded floor. The crowd rises to their feet here....Pablo climbing the nearest turnbuckle! He's gonna fly!!!! Crossbody off the top!!!! HE LANDS STRAIGHT ON SHANE!!!

*"LET'S GO PABLO!! clap-clap..clap-clap-clap. LET'S GO PABLO!!" chants the fans*

Daniels: EL PABLO JUMPING RIGHT BACK INTO THIS MATCH WITH NO ABSOLUTE CARE FOR HIS OWN SAFETY!

Masters: What a move! Pablo looking like a flying squirrel there for a second.

Daniels: Back to the match. Both men are clearly disoriented.

The referee starts a count-out as Pabs and Ryan keep battling on the outside. Pablo takes Ryan and throws him headfirst into the steel, but Shane is quick to counter as he throws Pablo into the steel head first! Shane slides back in the ring then back out resetting the referee's count! Shane quickly back on the 'Five Star Superstar', throwing him back into the ring. Pablo fighting to get back to his feet, Shane circles around him, surveying his opponent's condition. Ryan shoving Pablo back on his rear, the Curse runs for the ropes, rebounds off connecting El Pablo face with a powerful boot to the face!

Daniels: Dear Lord, the echo of that connection! The KILLSHOT 2!

Masters: And Ryan Shane wastes absolutely no time in going for the pin!

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Daniels: Pablo isn't going to go out that easy.

Masters: He kicked out of a The Killshot?! Ryan surely must have not hit him hard enough.

Daniels: Can't you just admit that E.P. is one tough individual?

Masters: Oh please, tough? A tough man doesn't wear pink. A tough man, El Pablo is surely not. He peaked during his World Heavyweight reign and hasn't won big since.

Daniels: ...and yet he's the X Division Champion and former Superstar of the Year...

Masters: ...Dammit let me win one argument, will you?

Ryan picks up Pablo then hits a Spinning Back Fist sending him back down to the canvas. Without hesitation Ryan leaps connecting with a text book Standing Shooting Star Press! Pablo quick to kick out before the ref can hit the canvas for a count. Shane then picks El Pablo back up, irish whips Pablo to the far side, Shane ducking down for a back body drop, but Pablo stops in his place, football kicks Shane square in the chest as E.P. jumps back up top of the corner! He jumps! A finesse TORNADO DDT connecting! Sending Shane straight to the ground. Ryan nursing the top of his head as his legs kick around! EP with the quick cover!!

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Daniels: Kick out there by Ryan! This match is starting to pick up!

Masters: A Diving Tornado DDT on Shane and all of a sudden the match picks up?...Christ, you're easy to impress.

Daniels: You mad? Heheheh.

Masters glares at Daniels, as Pablo picks up Ryan this time, Irish whips to a corner, following Ryan with a Satellite Headscissors! Ryan Shane is dazed but the relentless Pabs continues his assault! He's going for a Running Suicide Front Flip! Ryan quickly moves out of the way! Once again allowing El Pablo to hit the canvas again as Ryan looks onward and gets in position...He grapples the groggy Pabs up on his shoulders!!! A Fireman's carry lift!

Daniels: Oh here it comes! Shane's gonna go for The Gallows!!!

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Masters: Damn that Pablo! Come on Ryan! Stay on him!

Daniels: Will you shut the hell up?

Shane and El Pablo both get to their feet and run at full sprint towards each other! Yakuza Kick!!! TO EACH OTHER!!!! THEY'RE OUT COLD!!!! THE REF STARTS THE COUNT!!!!!

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The crowd is cheering as Pablo just beats the 10 count! Shane's disappointed expression changes into rage as Ryan Irish-whips Pablo to a corner! Shane running at El Pablo at full speed! He goes for a clothesline but El Pablo dodges at the last second as Shane hits the turnbuckle hard, Pablo spins Ryan around and puts Ryan in the TREE OF WOE!!! Pablo runs to the other end of the ring and runs back at full force! BASEMENT SLIDE DROPKICK ON SHANE!!!!!

*"LET'S GO PABLO!! clap-clap..clap-clap-clap. LET'S GO PABLO!!"*

Daniels: This crowd is really behind El Pablo now after that move! Amazing!

Masters: Come on Shane, GET UP! Don't fail this!

Daniels: Looks like your boy Ryan's getting a 'Five Star' treatment.

Masters: Looks like you should shut the hell up.

Pablo picks up Ryan and kicks him straight in the gut. Shane's instinctive move to bend over to nurse his stomach gives Pablo the opportunity to hop on his back. He's going for a Sunset-Flip Powerbomb!!!! BUT NOO!! SHANE COUNTERS!!!! He catches EP!! Suplex position, he lifts E.P. up. Stalls for a second......BRAINBUSTER!!! But Shane's not done, he still has his arm around Pablo! IT'S A GUILLOTINE HEAD CHOKE!! The ref checks Pablo's status to see if he's still conscious. Raising his arm to let it fall....

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Shane's growing more aggressive as Pablo continues to fight the counts! His aggression turns to action as Ryan grabs Pablo's arms and begins to stomp El Pablo's head repeatedly.

Masters: Looks like Shane's turning this match into an absolute Boot Party. Make him bleed, Shane.

Daniels: How much do you want to bet Pablo comes out of this on top?

Masters: I would but I left my wallet backstage.

Daniels: ...Sure.

Ryan waits for Pablo to rise back to his feet, quickly picking him up in a torture rack position. Looks like Shane's looking to end this now BUT PABLO COUNTERS ONCE AGAIN BY THROWING SHANE TO THE ROPES and on the rebound, Pabs hits a dropkick on Shane sending him to the corner. Pablo quickly charges with a Stinger Spash! Pabs patiently waits in the corner as Ryan goes after him...Ryan comes running at Pablo... BUT HE'S QUICK TO DODGE AS SHANE IS STILL IN THE CORNER...EL PABLO WALKS THE ROPES INTO A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK ON SHANE!!!!

*HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!*

Daniels: THERE IT IS!!! FIVE STAR EXPRESS!!! SUCH A THING OF BEAUTY!!!!

Masters: God damn it...

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Daniels: The ref was a millisecond away from giving the match to Pablo! The ref with great eyes here. Pablo's going to have to try again to come out on top here.

Masters: Come on Ryan!!!

El Pablo looks up at the referee in anguish as he gets to his feet picking Ryan up, the groggy Ryan stumbles on his feet but is taken back down....EL PABLO IS GOING FOR IT....IDENTITY CRISIS....CONNE--NO! COUNTERED INTO A CURSEBREAKER!!! GOING FOR THE PIN!!!

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Daniels: Pablo isn't going out like that!

Masters: ...Yet.

Daniels: Face facts, Masters. Save yourself the embarrassment.

Pablo holds his neck after the neckbreaker. Shane is back up now, seeming to have an infinite amount of stamina. Shane picks up Pablo who quickly reaches out, grating the eyes of Shane who goes ballistic stumbling recklessly into the ref!! Launching him out of the ring!

Masters: Oh No! The ref is out of the ring and out cold!!!

Shane on one knee shaking his head frantically to regain sight. Pablo walks over to Shane going to raise him to his feet but Ryan quickly reacts!!! Shane goes for Pablo's mask twisting it around blinding Pablo!!! Shane buying time to get back to his feet, he looks at Pablo trying to readjust his mask and wastes no time taking opportunity! PANDORA'S BOXCUTTER!!

Masters: PIN HIM!!!! PIN HIM, SHANE!!!!!

Daniels: The ref's out cold, Masters. No Referee! This match is getting dangerously aggressive!

Shane looks at the unconscious ref then back at Pablo as he licks his lips almost seeing his plans unfold in front of him.

Daniels: I don't like that look....not one bit.

Shane slides out of the ring and shakes the ref with his foot as he walks over to the announcer's table throwing Daniels off, taking his chair.

Masters: Oh I AM LOVING THIS!

Daniels: WAKE UP REF!!!! NO!!! WAKE UP!!!!

Shane notices the ref twitching. He smiles and slides back in quickly unfolding the chair in the center of the ring. He taunts the rising Pablo, mouthing off the words "Stay the fuck down". Shane picks up Pablo in a torture rack and looks at the chair with a sadistic smile Shane runs going for a Driver BUT IS COUNTERED YET AGAIN WITH A DDT!!

Daniels: COME ON PABLO!!!!!

Masters: God dammit, Ryan....Get up!!!

Pabs taunts to the crowd as the entire audience points to the one turnbuckle near Shane, signaling to end it.

Daniels: The people came here to see the PABLO SPLASH!!! They're gonna see it!!!

Masters: Fuck my life...

Pablo jumps the turnbuckle and rises on his feet looking at the motionless Ryan Shane. Pablo takes one more look at the crowd and raises an arm signaling the end!! He jumps with a Swanton!

Daniels: PABLO SPL-...CROSSBODY? IS HE HOLDING-?

Masters: HOLY SHIT!!! RYAN!!!

Daniels: What the hell?!?!

Shane, playing possum, rolls with Pablo after connecting, SPREADING THE FORCE OF IMPACT AWAY FROM SHANE!!! SHANE IS STILL HOLDING ONTO PABLO THROWING HIM OVER HIS SHOULDER IN A TORTURE RACK!!!! SHANE KICKS THE CHAIR SLIDING IT A FEW FEET AWAY FROM HIM!!

Masters: MURDER SCENE ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!! CONNECTS!!!!

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Towers: Here is your winner.....RYAN SHANE!!!!

Masters: YES!!! SHANE WINS!!!!! SHANE WINS!!!!

Daniels: He may of won that match, but at what price? Ryan Shane definitely feeling the effects of Pablo's effort here tonight. Look at him, the guy can't even stand up! One thing's for sure though. El Pablo wont let this loss overshadow his priority in Sam Attic; the number one contender for his title.

Masters: What a great match!

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Backstage, perhaps for the final time tonight, we once again find Matt Covey. This time he stands outside of an elaborate mahogany door with gold trimming. the sign on the door reads "management". Matt pauses and takes a deep breath and then with one great burst of aggression, he KICKS THE DOOR OFF IT's F%@*ING HINGES!!! *sorry, that always excites me. lol* Inside, Therese Baines eyes go wide as if a bomb just went off. Her look of surprise and shock turns to confusion and then realization as Matt Covey storms into her office. In her excitement, she knocks a pile of papers off her desk. She quickly tries to gather them together, thinking she has time. She is wrong. Matt merely storms past her, his breathing intensifying and his face turning beet red as his feet trample the carpet beneath his steel-toed boots.

Ms. Baines: Covey, wait! WAIT DAMNIT!

Suddenly he becomes more important than her paper work. She drops the files and rushes after him, grasping at his jacket.

Ms. Baines: Don't do this, Matt! PLEASE!!!

Matt shrugs her off violently. Not one to give up, Baines picks herself up from the floor and runs ahead of Matt, blocking a door with her body. Matt pauses before her and the door, staring a hole through the last line of defense between himself and his future. Theresa nearly begins to plead...

Ms. Baines: There's gotta be another way! A different way! Please... Don't go in there. Just turn around and...and...go take it out on somebody else... Anything...

Matt puts his hands around her waist, his eyes fixated on her own. And for a moment, Baines is silent, lost in Matt's gaze one more time. Her breathing slows to shallow intakes, her heart beating a thousand times a minute. Before she can register what's happening, she is lifted off her feet and sat aside. Suddenly embarassment washes over her, and an intense fear. Matt opens the door and walks in...

Derek Damage: I was wondering when you would finally show up. It's rude to keep a man of my stature waiting.

Matt looked around the room. Damage sat behind a large marble desk, a plaster bust of himself adorning the table next to some ridiculously expensive Persian lamp. Gathered around Damage were more men in suits. Matt's eyes stopped on one man in particuliar. A black man in a purple crush velvet suit. If it were possible to be seen, you could watch as the blood vessels in Matt's eyes burst one after another. Theresa quickly raced into the room, still trying valiantly to stop fate. Damage turned his attention to her and waved his hand.

Derek Damage: That will be all, Baines.

Ms. Baines: But, I...

Derek Damage: I SAID that will be ALL! You are dismissed from my office!

Theresa Baines retired in a sulk, her eyes fixated on Matt Covey before shutting Derek's office door behind herself. Damage grinned wickedly, noticing now that Matt's eyes were still locked on one specific man.

Derek Damage: Allow me to introduce my associates. These men are the committee that drives this company. Men from my personal pocket. They decide the future of this company, and with it, the stars of today and tomorrow. I can tell by your unwavering gaze, that you are already familiar with Mr. Dubois...

Through gritted teeth, Matt's response came as a gravelled grunt.

Bad Ass: The man who single handedly destroyed the EWC, after I made it to the top of the mountain...

Tony Dubois: To be fair, I tried to knock you off that perch. But you were just too damn stubborn.

Bad Ass: I wouldn't play ball by your standards, so you tried to take me out. You failed at that too.

Tony Dubois: You left me little to no choice. To get rid of you, I had to tear my company apart from within. And in doing so, I made you solely responsible for everybody on that roster losing their jobs.

Bad Ass: Fuck you, Tony...

Derek Damage: No, Mr. Covey. Fuck YOU. Unlike Dubois here, I'm not going to tear apart my brain child just to rid myself of your plague. I'm going to go ahead and finish this trivial grudge between us, here and now.

Bad Ass: Far be it my business to comment on your choice of bed fellows, but I'm telling you right now... You're killing this company. And I'm not going to let that happen.

Derek Damage: I'M FIXING THIS COMPANY, DAMNIT!

Bad Ass: How? By getting rid of every last man who busted his ass to put this bitch on the fucking map in the first place? Why Fiscus, DD? Why Rowan and Pablo? Why not just me?

Derek Damage: Because this thing is bigger than just YOU! This is MY company! MY rules! Ungrateful shits like you, Fiscus, Montana, Rowan and Pablo refuse to play ball by my rules! You're so damn independent and stubborn, and you all make me sick! Do you hear me? YOU make ME sick!

Bad Ass: Well then... I suppose there's nothing left to discuss.

Derek Damage: What did you come here to do? Fight me? Hah! You can barely walk, let alone stand! You're used meat! These men may not be fighters or hired muscle, but in your current condition, they're more than enough to deal with you!

Bad Ass: You're wrong, Damage. I've got one good fight still left in me. And I've been saving it for you...

Matt immediately swings, driving his fist as hard as he can into Tony Dubois' face, the sound of sinew and bone crunching and tearing where the man's nose had been. Dubois falls back against a wall, clutching his face as the four other men swarmed Matt. Outnumbered, they easily take Matt to the office floor. But Matt is a caged animal, backed into a corner. He viciously bited down on one of the men's faces, tearing a chunk of cheek away with his teeth. The man squeels like a girl as blood flows from his face! This lossens one of Matt's arms, enabling him to drive a fist into another man's face before thrusting his thumb into the man's eye socket as far as he can force it! Trying to retreat in pain, the man backs off, giving Matt the mobility to drive a knee into a third man's crotch as hard as he can. The man whines in pain, grabbing at his testicles as Matt raises his leg, kicking the man full force in the foace with the heel of his boot. Blood is flying about the room now, staining the upholstery. One man left, and Matt has his hands wrapped tightly around the man's throat, choking him until his face turns a deeep shade of blue, his fingers digging so tight into the man's throat that his fingernails draw blood! Damage suddenly looks worried...

Derek Damage: Restrain him you fools!

Matt rolls on top of the man he's choking now, still squeezing the life from him. The man with the missing cheek clutches his face and tries to jump back in with a kick to Matt's ribs. The man with blind eye returns to the fray, spitting out a tooth on the way. Matt releases his grip on the last man who has left consciousness behind. Turning, he grabs an expensive looking wooden chair and kicks the leg out from under it, grabbing the wooden leg as a make-shift club. He swings with deadly accurate proficiency, catching the man with the missing cheek in the opposite cheek with a portuding nail! When he pulls back on the club, blood spurts from that side of the man's face as well! Matt then rears back as he turns, and drives the wooden leg across the one-eyed man's skull, snapping the wooden leg in two and drawing a large gash across the man's forehead! Matt is an enraged beast now, his eyes blank and his body breathing heavily as he whips the last of the broken chair leg at Damage, who ducks, causing the wood to smack a large window and crack it. Damage fumbles with his intercom nervously as he shouts in defense.

Derek Damage: You're fired! FIRED!!! Get out of my office! Somebody get me security!!!

Matt leaps over the table like a cat, his hands digging into Damage's suit as he headbutts the CZW owner in the face! They are now ducked down behind the desk where the camera can't follow for all the debris in the office. Yet the top of Matt's head can be seen, his face raging with fury as his right fist raises and slams back down below the desk several times. When next DD can be seen, his face is bruised and swollen and Matt is lifting him. Then Matt headbutts him in the face one last time, dropping DD behind the desk once more. Matt stands, and suddenly the office door can be heard opening. Matt looks off camera, a confused look upon his face...

Bad Ass: YOU'RE the last person I thought I'd see here...

Meanwhile, outside in the parking lot...

"Special Ed" Covey is sitting on a curb, his coconut pal Loki under one arm, and a small pink piglett under the other. Ed winces his eyes as he watches the last of the sun set over the Australian Horizon. He smiles, rubbing his hands together before looking down at his coconut pal.

Special Ed: I know we haven't been employed by the CZW in months, Loki. Truth be told, I don't know how we keep getting to these shows either. But the sky is pretty, the air is warm, and something tells me this is going to be a good day...

Suddenly the sound of shattered glass can be heard. Before Ed has time to register what's going on, shards and debris of glass begin to rain all around him. Ed looks to the sky, sheltering his face with a hand.

Special Ed: Santa Claus?

And then Matt Covey's body suddenly collides violently with the roof of a BMW, denting it all to hell and shattering the windows in all directions! Upon further inspection, the camera can see the missing window on the fourth story of the Adelaide Entertainment Centre, before returning to Matt Covey's broken frame in the twisted steel of what was once a car. He is unconscious and doesn't appear to be breathing any if at all. Ed leaps up with a burst of urgency.

Special Ed: Oh my God!!! Run! Go get help, Piggy Hilton!!!

Ed's pig runs off through the parking lot, probably to never be seen again. Ed measures the fall with his eyes before approaching his maybe dead cousin. Ed reaches into his pocket and retrieves a card, placing it in Matt's unmoving hand before walking away. The camera zooms in, the card reading "Ed Covey: Attorney at Law". The camera begins to fade as voices gather around, sirens squeeling in the distance.

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-=- TWO-ON-ONE HANDICAPPED MATCH! -=-
The Spectacle [Brian Blaze & Johnny Kerosene] vs. "The Hawaiian Hustler" Kimo Newton

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The match up begins with Kimo and Johnny in the ring. Kimo is in early control hitting Kerosene with multiple rights and lefts and a Superkick knocking Kerosene off his feet and to a near fall. Kerosene then crawls to the corner and sits in the corner as Kimo runs and hit’s a baseball slide into the lower region of Kerosene which has him reeling. Kimo is in complete control as he goes for the cheap shot in the corner to hit Blaze but Blaze ducks and hit’s a neck breaker over the top rope which sends Kimo to the mat. Kerosene is slowly crawling to the corner as he makes the tag to Brian who hopes over the rope. Kimo is up and he is down quickly with a dropkick. Kimo is quickly up and Brian hits him with that three kick combo he calls the money shot. He goes for the cover and only gets a two count. Brian tries to argue with the ref a bit as he turns around into a big close line from Kimo. Kimo then hops up and hits Brian with a Hurricarana taking Brian down. Kimo then climbs to the top rope and hits a shooting star press. He goes for the cover but only gets a two after Johnny gets in and breaks up the cover. Kimo now has a bottle of alcohol and goes to hit Brian with it. Brian ducks and grabs the bottle out of his hands. He then takes kicks Kimo in the midsection and this a DDT. He then starts to drink the alcohol form the bottle. He turns and gives Johnny a thumbs up who just shakes his head. Kimo is back on his feet but he is blinded by the alcohol spit from the mouth of Brian and into his eyes. Brian then goes and tags in Johnny who enters the ring runs and hits Flying V on Kimo. He goes for a cover and only gets a two count. Johnny is now waiting for Kimo to get up and goes for the Facemelter but Kimo spins out of it and kicks Johnny in the gut. He then goes for the running Powerbomb he calls the Reality Check but Johnny grabs the top rope keeping Kimo from running Brian makes the blind tag as Johnny turns the Powerbomb into head scissors as Kimo then stumbles into Brian who hits him with the Blaze of Glory and pins Kimo for three and the victory. The Spectacle leave the ring celebrating there victory with the crowd as Kimo has a hard time coming to terms with the fact he has lost his job. Security then makes there way to the ring as the physically drag Kimo out of the ring and the arena as Kimo is yelling and kicking trying to prevent it as CZW takes a commercial break.

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-=- ROWAN IN HIS SECOND DC MATCH AGAINST THE REAPER! -=-
"The sXe Reaper" Brian Kirkland vs. "The Clown, The Killer, The Saint" Eddie Rowan

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"Personal Jesus" blares out through the arena, and Brian Kirkland heads out to a chorus of jeers. He spouts off about 'saving' the crowd a bit and heads to the ring, entering and motioning around his waist.

"Slip Slide Melting" plays next, and Eddie slowly makes his way out, the fans cheering loudly for him. He cracks a grin and makes his way to the ring, focusing on his opponent.

Daniels: "Well, it's time to find out who else gets to leave CZW...and who will indeed head to Horrorcore to challenge Mortius! Eddie landed himself a SECOND Damage Control match by being so vocally opposed to CZW owner Derek Damage..."

Masters: "And now he's not only going to lose his title shot, but his JOB as well!"

The bell rings and both Eddie and Kirkland begin talking smack. Kirkland opens up with a slap across the face and before the crowd can start jeering him, Eddie retaliates, slapping the taste out of his mouth and then laying into him with a series of European uppercuts! Eddie rocks BK against the ropes and sends him for the ride, catching him on the rebound with a spinning heel kick! Gaining momentum, Eddie gets up and hits the ropes, dropkicking Kirkland in the temple as he tries to push himself up! Keeping his quick pace going, Eddie runs and spring-boards off the middle rope for a moonsault, but Kirkland stops his momentum dead by getting the knees up!

Daniels: "And just like that, momentum changes hands! Great counter there from Kirkland!"

BK gets up as Eddie fights for breath, and drops him with a rocker-dropper! Kirkland then hits a big knee drop, slowing the pace down in his favor. Kirkland pulls Eddie to his feet and sends him into the corner, laying in with a series of knife-edge chops! After the flurry, Eddie staggers out of the corner only to be taken off his feet with a spinning crescent kick! Eddie hits the mat and Kirkland makes the cover!

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BK mocks the ref for the 'slow count' and then lifts Eddie back to his feet, launching him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Eddie tries to get to his feet, but Kirkland stalks around him, kicking at him in a mocking fashion.

Daniels: "Kirkland now toying with his opponent, but that could be a huge mistake against a competitor like Eddie!"

Masters: "Kirkland knows what he's doing. He's in complete control!"

BK goes to pick Eddie back up, but Rowan counters with an inside cradle!!

Masters: "SHENANIGANS!!"

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Kirkland, furious, gets back up and begins a series of strikes on Eddie before grabbing him for a chokeslam! Eddie kicks BK in the gut and smacks the hand away, grabbing him and going for the inverted atomic drop, but Kirkland clubs him on the back, blocking the move! Kirkland then hooks Eddie up for the BK Edge, the sambo suplex, but Eddie rocks him with an elbow to the head, reversing the move into a reverse STO!!

Daniels: "Great reversal there, and both men are down! Now the crowd is jeering as...what...Mike King is heading to the ring! This isn't fair!"

Masters: "What's not fair? He's just coming out as moral support for his BFF!"

Eddie gets to his feet and motions to the crowd that he's about to fly! He heads to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, but Mike King jumps up and shoves his foot out from under him, causing him to crotch himself on the turnbuckle! The crowd boos loudly, but then cheers even more so as MORTIUS emerges from the back! Mortius heads to the ring and King leads him on a chase around it and back to the back! Meanwhile, BK has gotten up and moved up into the corner...

Daniels: "Kirkland is looking to end this with the Hang 'Em High! He's got the facelock, but Eddie fires back with a series of punches to the gut! Kirkland almost falls off, but Eddie grabs him and...what the hell is he doing!?"

Turning BK back towards him, Eddie butterflies the arms and moves up to the top buckle once more. He then jumps off, flipping over BK and landing on his back, pulling BK down with a SUPER EVENFLOW!!

Daniels: "HOLY CRAP! That move likely killed them both!! Eddie rolls an arm over Kirkland for the cover after that devestating maneuver!!"

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Towers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match...'the Clown, the Killer, the Saint,' EDDIE...ROWAN!!"

Daniels: "Eddie remains and continues to Horrorcore...and the leader of Youthful Aggression is FIRED!!"

"Slip Slide Melting" plays and Eddie, somewhat somberly, appeals to the fans. He looks at BK and shrugs helplessly, then heads to the back. Kirkland slowly gets up to his feet, wobbling to the left and right before he regained his composure. The crowd keeps letting him have it, starting chants like "Just go Home", "Kirkland Sucks", and the always favorite singing of "Nananana, nananana, hey hey hey, good bye!" Kirkland looks around the arena, looking like he's on the verge of tears. He snaps, screaming at the fans to shut up and leave him alone, trying his best to fight back with words but getting no kind of edge against them. He puts his hands over his ears trying to block out the sounds and the fact that all his work has been ruined.

Daniels: "Look at Kirkland trying to fight back the jeers of the fans! They're relentless!"

Masters: "NOOOOO! This is a bloody travesty! How can they fire such a go-.wait, what the hell is going on?!?!"

Kirkland catches a strange sight in the crowd. Near a small section, it seems that fans have rushed the barricade, all dressed in black hoodies, camoflauge pants and black bandanas around their faces! They point and scream at Kirkland, yelling out curses and insults, and "THE WAR IS HERE!" Kirkland has now idea what is happening, but fights back, screaming the same obscenities back at them. Kirkland goes between the top and middle rope as he keeps it up, CZW Security holding the deranged fans back. Kirkland has enough and backs up into the center of the ring, only not to notice that another man has slid into the ring behind him! The man, dressed the same as the fans in the audience, reaches into his pocket, puling something out as Kirkland turns around only to get dropped by........a RAILROAD SPIKE!!!!!! Kirkland hits the ground, blood starting to flow from his forehead as the masked attack jumps on top of him, continuously driving the spike into the same wound over and over again, Kirkland unable to defend himself. A strange hush falls over the crowd, confused on what exactly is happening, but the fans dressed like they attacker cheer extremely loud! The attack jumps off of BK, yelling out behind his bandana before standing over his victim, pulling the hood back and the bandana down to reveal RYAN SHANE!

Daniels: "That's Ryan Shane! "The Straight Edge Curse" has attacked his own leader!"

Masters: "That-a-boy Ryan! Show that scruffy wanna be what a real Straight Edger can do!"

Daniels: "William you were just throwing a fit over Kirkland's firing and now you're cheering for this?!?!"

Masters: "Kirkland's just another face in the crowd now, Daniels, and Ryan Shane is still one-hundred percent CZW, and that's not changing anytime soon, kill him Ryan!"

Shane grabs Kirkland by the hair, pulling the near motionless man to his feet before turning him around and lifting him up onto his shoulders, Kirkland's side on his neck. Shane backs up three steps, then yells out "I! AM BETTER! THAN YOU!" then runs forward, driving Kirkland head first into the ground with a Torture Rack Death Valley Driver!

Masters: "THE MURDER SCENE! Nobody gets up from that one, Daniels, and nobody ever will!"

Daniels: "Especially when they've been stabbed in the face with a Railroad Spike twelve times!"

Kirkland folds up in a hunched over position, blood covering most of his face and chest now. Shane rises to one knee, enjoying the work he's done before standing up and heading tot he ropes, "Feeding off You Weakness" by xAFBx ft XREIGNOFTERRORx blasting through the speakers as he begins to make his way to the back..........then stops. Shane's face twists into a sick smirk as he turns his head back to Kirkland, licking his lips. He quickly turns back, marching to the ring as he rips off his hoody, now revealing his tattoo'd upper half, the bandana still around his neck. Shane walks around the ring, first reaching under it to pull out a single black folding chair, throwing it into the ring. He then walks over to Jessica towers, throwing her from her chair, and tossing it into the ring too! Ryan rolls under the bottom rope, looking over the ring for what he should do. He unfolds one of the chairs, placing it infront of one of the turnbuckles, about five feet away. He walks back over to Kirkland, grabbing him by the now blood-soaked hair and screaming at him.

Ryan: "You wanna make me look like your bitch?!?! You wanna cost me MY TAG-BELTS?!?! HUH?!?! SAY SOMETHING!"

Kirkland can't, as he's out cold, but then again Ryan knows this, as he smiles and laughs again, dragging Kirkland to the chair. He knocks Kirkland down to his knees, placing his head through the back of the unfolded chair between the backrest, slamming Kirkland's head on the seat. A small pool of blood forms on the seat as Shane wipes his hand on Kirkland's face, then on his body from his face donw, wearing Kirkland's blood like war paint!

Daniels: "He's gone mad!"

Masters: "And I love it!"

Shane walks over to the other chair, picking it up in his right hand as he walks to the turnbuckle infront of Kirkland, climbing up to the second rope. The fans yell out in a mix of boos for the sick actions of Shane, and cries for the sheer terror of what Shane was about to do. Shane gripped both folded legs of the chair, studying Kirkland then looking around the arena with a look of disgust on his face. Ryan slowly brings the chair up over his head, yells out "STAY DOWN KIRKLAND!" before jumping from the middle rope, slamming the chair down and sandsiching Kirkland's head!!!!!!

Daniels: "OH MY GOD! DID YOU HEAR THAT SMACK!"

Masters: "Kirkland's dead! Someone call the medics! Ryan may have just killed Kirkland!"

Daniels: "That bastard!"

CZW medics rush down to the ring, two pulling a stretcher as Ryan throws the chair across the ring. His "Army" in the audience disbanding and running to the back! The medics try to pull Kirkland out of the wrecked chair, the seat completely caved in! When the do, he slumps to the ground. They begin securing his neck and placing him on the stretcher as Shane walks backward up the ramp, "Feeding off your Weakness" blaring again. The medics secure Kirkland to the stretcher and begin wheeling him to the back, while Ryan places his arms in the Straight Edge X, then placing his fists forward so the entire audience can read "Stay Down". He then laughs befor eheading to the back, Kirkland being brought to the waiting amublance.

Jenny Jacobs is in the back, waiting by the entrance to the arena as Ryan Shane walks through the curtain. Immediately she lunges at him screaming as she pounds him on his chest.

Jenny: "How could you? How could you do that to Brian?"

Shane stands there for a moment, taking the shots before grabbing Jenny by her now semi-regrown hair, pulling her away from him. He looks her dead in the eyes, his smirk from before now gone.

Ryan: "Jennifer, never touch me again! I've dealt with you and the rest of the poser clan called Youthful Aggression's idiotic nonsense for months! As I said earlier in the week, I'm cleansing CZW of weakness, I'm cleansing the Straight Edge movement of weakness! This is a new world order, Jennifer, and you and Kirkland and King, even Havok, you don't belong in it!"

Ryan pushes Jenny off-screen, turning to the camera facing him. He looks through the blood on his face, the blood of Brian Kirkland.

Ryan: "It's just begun tonight, CZW! I'm not done yet! One more victim is needed to seal my dominance! Tonight begins a new reign of supremacy in Combat Zone Wrestling, with myself at the head! There will be blood, oh yes, my project is far from over, and it will be fueled by blood! Fight back if you can, defend yourselves if you want, but in the end, you'll all face the same fate. You'll All....."

Ryan brought his fists forward again, showing his knuckle tattoos to the CZW Nation.

Ryan: "STAY.....THE FUCK.....DOWN!"

Ryan then grabs the camera, bringing it closer and closer to his face whispering "Stay Down" in a deranged manner over and over again, placing his eyes on the lens itself, Kirkland's blood rubbing onto the lens before Ryan throws the cameraman to the ground, the camera cutting to static.

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION, ONE ON ONE! -=-
The CZW World Champion, Mortius vs. The CZW Intercontinental Champion, Mike King

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"Welt" plays through the arena, and the Intercontinental Champion heads out to the ring looking quite upset at the fact that his friend has recently been fired and then assaulted. King heads to ringside. He enters the ring and does his best to look confident, displaying the IC belt overhead.

"Tearing the Veil From Grace" blares out through the arena as the lights dim, and Mortius heads out through a spooky light-show, the World Heavyweight Championship belted around his waist over his long black surcoat. Mortius stalks down to the ring in intimidating fashion, slowly entering over the top rope and posing briefly with his belt before removing the coat and staring down his opponent. Once both competitors are ready, the ref calls for the bell and this one is under way!

*Ding-ding!*

Daniels: "Main event time here on Overdrive! We saw these two get briefly involved in the previous match, and now they're here to settle their own score!"

Masters: "This isn't fair! King is likely traumatized by how Kirkland was unfairly fired and then attacked by Ryan Shane, which I STILL don't understand!"

Mortius paces slowly around King who moves quickly on his feet, hopping left to right, looking for an opening. Mortius goes for the grapple, but King ducks under and begins striking at the legs of the bigger man with swift kicks! King rocks Mortius and then goes for an elbow shot, which connects, but Mortius just stares him down, which the crowd cheers. King swings another elbow, but Mortius blocks, grabbing King by the throat and throwing him like a rag-doll into the corner!

Daniels: "Mortius now with a series of well-placed strikes on King in the corner, mauling the man! Mortius posesses a distinct power advantage over the Intercontinental champion, that much is clear!"

Mortius whips King to the far side and follws it up with a running body splash! King staggers out slowly and Mortius picks him up, DRIVING him to the mat with a sidewalk slam, hooking the leg for the pin!

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Masters: "Far too early to dispose of someone like King!"

Mortius picks King up and sets him up for a vertical suplex, but King is able to counter, slipping out of the hold and dropping down behind Mortius. He dropkicks him to the back of the knee, knocking the big man off balance. Mortius gets to a knee, but King hits a charging enziguri! King gets back up and quickly hits a standing shooting-star press!

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Daniels: "Mortius powers out of that pin and now both men to their feet again. King using his quickness to his advantage with another series of kicks to Mortius' knees! King off the near side, RUNNING ROARING ELBOW! Mortius falls back against the ropes and...MASSIVE LARIAT!! King flipped over onto his belly, but both men are down!"

King and Mortius make it back to their feet, and King looks to go on the offensive again, but Mortius grabs him by the neck with both hands, lifting him up in a choke-hold! King struggles, but is unable to break free, but then he blasts Mortius with a green mist!! Mortius drops King and stanggers blindly...

Daniels: "King now grabs Mortius...what's he...can he lift him!?"

Masters: "King hefts the massive form of Mortius up...REDLINE CRUSH!! HE DROPPED THE CHAMPION ON HIS HEAD!! KING WITH THE COVER!!'

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Masters: "HOW THE HELL!?"

King shares Masters' disbelief, and after overcoming the initial shock, he stands up measuring Mortius for another attack, possibly his Shining Metallica. Mortius gets up to a knee, and King charges in, but Mortius halts his advance with a deceptively swift punch to the gut! Mortius stands and grabs King, nailing a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER!! Both men remain on the mat as the fans cheer loudly!

Daniels: "Mortius and King are both down, slowly showing signs of movement. Wait..what's this, from the back! Ryan Shane is back out here!"

Masters: "And he still has that bloody, mangled chair!"

Shane enters the ring and shoves the referee to the mat, then measures up King, waiting for him to get to his feet!

Daniels: "Shane is looking to fully put Youthful Aggression down in one night!" Masters: "WHY!?"

Shane rears back and swings with all his might, but King dives to the side!

*THWAAAAACK!!*

Daniels: "SHANE HITS MORTIUS!! SHANE KNOCKED MORTIUS COLD WITH THAT CHAIR!!"

The fans boo loudly, then cheer as Eddie Rowan comes running out to the ring! Shane sees him just in time and slides out to the floor, but Eddie jumps off the apron, catching him! The two begin to brawl at ringside. In the ring, Mortius has been busted open from the vicious chair-shot, but is still attempting to get back to his feet!

Daniels: "What determination from the World Champion! Mortius is back up to a knee and-"

Masters: "SHINING METALLICA!! KING HITS THE SHINING METALLICA!!"

Daniels: "OUT OF NOWHERE!! THERE'S THE COVER!!"

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Daniels: "I can't believe it!! Mike King has defeated the World Champion Mortius!! He had help, though..."

Masters: "Excuses, excuses! Did he REALLY have help when Shane was going after HIM!? Mike King's stock just went up, Daniels, BIG TIME! He has a win over the WORLD Champ!"

Daniels: "What an evening we've had, ladies and gentlemen! Log on to CZW.com to read the fallout of this episode of Overdrive, and tune in again two weeks from tonight on Showtime for more CZW action!"

As we leave the announce booth, we open up backstage on none other than 'the JACKAL' Karl Jackson! He stands with his arms folded, his attention focused on a monitor in the foreground, apparently having just watched the show. As the shot pulls out even more, we find him standing next to DEREK DAMAGE! Damage regards the monitor as well, a smirk on his face. He glances to the Jackal and then back to the monitor, a thoughtful look crossing his features.

DD: "This Shane is causing quite a stir. I think we should plan a little surprise for him..."

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