CZW - Overdrive


| May 24th | *Anchorage, Alaska * Sullivan Arena |



COMBAT ZONE WRESTLING PRESENTS…OVERDRIVE!

LIVE from the Sullivan Arena...
Anchorage, Alaska
May 24th 2009

(Deadline on May 23rd 2009)

-=- MAIN EVENT -=-
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH (Winner recieves an undisclosed reward)
(1 RP Limit)

‘The Aerial Specialist’ KRIMZON BLAZE vs. 'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO vs. 'The Misfit' MIKE MONROE

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SLEDGEHAMMER UP A LADDER MATCH (Non-Title)
(1 RP Limit)


'The OGT' MAYNARD O'TOOLE vs. ‘Epitome of Technical Finesse' JUSTIN MARSHAM

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‘Testing the Waters' with guest ACE KING!

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TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT FINAL
(Winner faces Idolized at the PPV)
(1 RP Limit per team)

CUT THROAT THRILLERS (Razor & Blade) vs. THE UPPER CLASS (Meade & Fairbanks)

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SINGLES MATCH
(1 RP Limit)

'Rated E for Everyone' EDDIE ROWAN vs. SHRAPNEL

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CZW Overdrive presents…VIOLENCE FROM THE VAULT Pt.4

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TAG TEAM MATCH
(1 RP limit per team)

THE NEXT GENERATION (Timmons & Wright) vs. CAGE STRYKER & BRIAN BLAZE

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TAG TEAM MATCH
(2 RP Limit per team)

KRIS KAMIKAZE & TOTAL MAYHEM (Jakob & Ezra) vs. IAN CHADWICK & THE KAIJU WARRIORS (Sawyer & Kong)

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
(1 RP Limit)

'Badd Company' MIKE KING vs. CHINO vs. Mr. KILJOY

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* cZw! *

‘Out of my Way’ by Seether begins to play as another broadcast of CZW Overdrive begins. Various superstars are shown as the opening scenes of Overdrive flash up on the Combat Tron, before the camera zooms out as we see the whole entire Sullivan Arena, jam-packed with several thousand fans cheering loudly. Fireworks now begin to blast off the camera swirls around the arena, rotating around the centered ring. Eventually the cameras sit still on CZW Commentators Jarred Daniels and William Masters. The music begins to subside as Jarred begins to speak.

Daniels: Here we are again folks, and this time we bring you CZW action from the chilly parts of Anchorage, Alaska! It may be snowed under outside, but things are just heating up here in the Combat Zone as tonight, we are now just one week away from May’s big Pay Per View, CZW’s first ever Pandemonium.

Masters: I cannot wait Jarred, just like I cannot wait for these bloody heaters to work, what do they think we are, Jarred…bloody Eskimo’s?!

Daniels: Oh put a coat on and stop your whining, we have a lot to look forward, not only our PPV next week, but tonight we bring to you a series of enthralling matches. We have Rowan taking on new comer Shrapnel, we have the finals of the Tag team Tournament, we have sledgehammers, ladders, we even have that undisclosed reward promised by CZW General Manager, Jesse Montana.

Masters: I am sure he will not disappoint there, hopefully for our sakes, it is the pink slip from hell, yes that would be entertaining, to watch three members of XTC fight each other for the winner to get fired!

Daniels: You know what, I wouldn’t put it past our GM tonight William.

Masters: And you know what else, what is really making me shiver, that bloody ominous Steel Cage above the ring, if I am not mistaken Jarred, and I never am wrong, I believe there is no Steel Cage match here tonight.

Daniels: Your right William, there isn’t, do you think that is all apart of Montana’s reward?!

Masters: A steel cage?! I doubt that is a reward Jarred, more like a punishment, I just hope it doesn’t fall on us…well…I hope it doesn’t fall on me…if it falls on you the only reason I would be upset is the fact I didn’t bring a camera with me here tonight.

Daniels: Gee Thanks William. I am sure we will find out shortly what that is all about, and I was just about to announce the opening match for you all folks, but it seems like we have some scenes going on in the back, lets take you right to it folks.

Masters: Please be in the Women’s locker room…Please be in the Women’s locker room…

Tatum and Sirena seems to be talking in the hallway backstage as they felt someone eyes on them. They both turn around and looked who was standing there it seems to be Ruthless Aggression. She had on a pair of tight blue jeans with a white blouse that had the first few buttons open as her hair with the red in it seems to come down around her face. She walked over to the two women with a bit of a smirks look across her face.

Your both want to see me about my little interview last week?

She folded her arms looking right at them in the eyes not taking them off of them.

Sirena gives a slight smirk. She walks over to Ruthann not saying a word. Her eyes do not leave Ruth's, not until she comes nose to nose to her.

Sirena backs up and flips Ruth's bangs to get a better look at her face. Sirena then begins to look Ruth up and down before deciding to circle her.

Ruth seems slightly confused as Sirena continues profiling her. Sirena gets behind Ruth and seems to be playing with her hair. Sirena places a hand upon her shoulder as she finishes circling her and their eyes meet once again.

Ruthless glares at her a bit more and then it seems out of nowhere she push Sirena’s hand off her shoulder as she then push the girl away from her. Sirena stumble a bit right into Tatum as they both look on in shock it seems a bit.

What the hell is your problem? I don’t f**king roll like that. I know you have dreams of wanting to f**k me or even be me you know!

She looked a bit upset as she laughs a bit as she then looked between them both.

I have a feeling your don't believe anything I have mention last week on the show. So if I have to prove it to you that I meant EVERY word then I will!

She looked between them both as they looked at her closely it seems.

Sirena stands surprised a moment, but then regains her bearings.

"Heh, slow your roll right there sweetheart. f**k you...be you...hardly. Apparently you need to rewatch last week yourself. But if you wanna come at me like that...maybe I should believe Jesse."

Sirena steps toward her showing Ruth that she does not intimidate her.

"You wanna play who can be the biggest BITCH in CzW? Let's play. Who the f**k held the QoC title longest between the two of us? Who was able to dethrone the Thorn in that division?"

Ruth looks like she's beginning to get more pissed then she already is.

"Who wants to be who? Perhaps it's you who wants to be me. At least I have a loving partner who I never f**kin cheated on."

Ruth goes to slap Sirena, but Sirena blocks it and throws Ruth's arm back.

"Did I say I didn't believe you? Did I say I didn't trust you? So like I said, maybe you should take your uptight ass back to the viewing room and rewatch me on Overdrive."

Sirena and Ruth glare at one another.

Before any blows could be thrown, Tatum stepped in between the two women and seperated them.

Tatum: Listen, you both cool the shit now. You guys are both bigger than this. This is exactly what Jesse wants. He wants XTC to die.

She then shifts her focus on Sirena.

Tatum: And you and Cage need to watch yourself. Since you guys are friends of ours, you are in his crosshairs too. Now look, I have been through a lot of shit lately. The last thing I need is two of my best friends to fight over something that we all know didn't happen. So, squash the beef right now, okay?

Sirena steps back to try and regain her composure. After a moment, she looks at Tatum and smiles, then proceeds to hug her. Afterwards, she steps back face to face with Ruth again.

"She's right. Where you even get off thinking that we believed any of this BS is beyond me. Ruth, I've always idolized you since I first saw you in action. Hell, even if it was you behind the wheel...that bastard deserved it."

Sirena walks up a bit closer to Ruth before continuing on.

"Besides, this isn't the first time Jesse has tried to have his way. You realize how many matches I've been in since you've been gone? None. I had one against Lauren and a Tag match with Cage. My others, he cut off the air. And yet you think we'd trust his word over someone I consider a friend."

Sirena turns back to Tatum.

"Oh, don't worry bout Cage and I...we already know. We just haven't been his focal point lately...instead, he's been trying to make XtC implode."

She looks back at Ruth.

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly."

Ruth started to burst out laughing as she starts to play with the end of her hair a bit as she lick her lips looking at them before with this smile that just didn’t seems like Ruth came across her face as she place her hands in the front pockets of her jeans.

Well, guess what bitches and f**king trash hoe everything I say last week down till the point I don’t want to have nothing to do with Ace. Like it or not Tatum your little team leader Ace the Great f**king King told me to do. Now, why would I actually let someone tell me what to do.

She smirks as she fold her arms tossing her hair to the side as it fell around her face.

Maybe because of the fact I actually believe he loved me. Actually maybe because I thought he really did trust me and believe in me. I sat down one night and thought about everything. I thought about how when I lost that little demon seed that just maybe he would be there for me. He wasn’t! He only care about himself along with many others around here. Tatum where were you when I need someone to talk to about the lost of my child. Where were you when I got the news at the hospital about it! You were in the arena wasn’t you or don’t remember getting a call or anything about it.

She seems like she is holding back tears as she was speaking as she glares at Sirena now.

How about you little Miss. Star. If I am your so call f**king idol. If I am someone you truly looked up to. Where were you when I need someone to be there for me! All my life I place my heart and soul on the line in that ring! All my life I have let my guard down to let people into my life a bit just to actually maybe have a normal life. When I can actually feel like I am something in this world but you know what. I see what I am good for people around here. I just good to be someone little f**k partner then be someone lover or just be there for other people when they are in need.

She starts to tight up her fist as she looked angry right now.

Where was everyone when Jackal had my ass out in that ring! Did anyone come out there to stop him from breaking my ankle! Did you Tatum! Did you blonde hoe! No! Your was so happy at the fact that Jackal took me out of the game so to speak. As for XTC they can f**king kiss my ass the pussy bitches for all I care. I took a shit in there shirt and threw it into the trash earlier. Tatum the only reason why you even in XTC is because of Mike. Do you actually believe you can bring something different to the group? You know you only here to fill in my shoes since as of today I am no longer with XTC. XTC can go to hell! You and everyone as of today is looking at a new Ruthless f**king Aggression. You don’t like how I feel or see things. f**k you and f**k you hard because I don’t give a flying f**k!

She started to walked away from the girls as it seems from a distance another female voice spoke stop her in her tracks.

Reva: You look like Ruthless Aggression. You kind of talk like Ruthless Aggression but bitch. I know you are a fake and I have a feeling these two also believe so. Jesse need to try harder in my eyes.

The camera panned out and stood there was Reva Douglas as she was standing there with her hair in two pigs tails with a pair of blue jeans with a Justin Marsham shirt on it seems tied to the side as she walked into Ruthless’s face. They just stare each other down it seems and Reva was going to say something else but then out of nowhere Ruthless’s give her hard slapped across the face. That when Reva was about to jump on her when Tatum and Sirena pull her back as Ruthless just laughs as she walked off from them with Reva looking upset. She held her face looking at the girls in shocked with everything that just happened.

Daniels: Well I thought you were going to be in luck there for a second, William…

Masters: Not at all, it turned out to be that despicable wench Ruthless Aggression…I mean why is she even allowed to walk backstage here in CZW. I don’t feel safe with her around, Jarred.

Daniels: Well now you know what all the divas feel like when they hear your backstage, William.

Masters: Oh bloody shut your big earsplitting mouth Jarred, your like a constant hum I can’t get rid of.

Daniels: And Ruth seems to be having a bad time of late, with Montana’s obsession to break up XTC any means necessary…and something about her then, it just doesn’t seem like Ruth, William, I just can’t put my finger on it.

Masters: She is having a bad time because Karma has come back to bite her on her bottom, Jarred. For once I disagree with Jesse Montana, our beloved General Manager, he should bloody fire her on the spot, and that WAS Ruth…I don’t want to hear any more about it.

Daniels: Wow, William being stern there. And these divas, of course they are a little weary of Ruth right now, and she isn’t doing herself any favors acting like that. I just hope this ‘reward’ and this Steel Cage, it all…it all just feels like a trap, William.

Masters: Montana is a fair man, I am sure his promised reward will remain true.

Daniels: Yes…a fair man…Anyway, I am pleased to introduce to you, our opening contest for the night, triple threat action, lets get it on!

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
'Badd Company' MIKE KING vs. CHINO vs. Mr. KILJOY

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Mike King and Mr. Kiljoy stand ready inside the ring, the lights just turning back on after Kiljoy’s very dark entrance. The fans are cheering and chanting for Mike King as he warms up, preparing for combat, but then suddenly the lights flicker again, as Chino the third competitor begins to make his entrance.

Daniels: This man arriving now has been recruited by the newly distinguished Martina Hernandez, who seems to know her stuff, recruiting not only the Hardcore talent of Chino, but also two more extremists in Razor and Blade.

Masters: Yes we will see them in action later on in the night, as they compete for a chance to fight Idolized at the PPV for the Tag Titles.

Daniels: And why do you think Martina wants a group of extremists like these guys, having fought in Japan I do believe, they know how to make CZW even more Ultraviolent than it already is William.

Masters: Why not want these three guys?! They are willing to risk it all, they have bright futures in my opinion Jarred, inside the Combat Zone.

Daniels: And speaking of Ultraviolent, Mike King and Mr. Kiljoy have certainly been lurking around the divisions of the CZW Ultraviolent Title that Brian Kirkland possesses. Kiljoy wants people to know it was him behind the destruction of Beautiful Agony and the attack of Jacob Havoc, however I would not like to argue with the monster that is Shrapnel.

Masters: I wouldn’t either Jarred, we could se a big upset here tonight when the monster who is on a roll takes on Eddie Rowan.

Violence Fetish by Disturbed begins to play

Daniels: And it looks like Chino is coming down now, and being accompanied by his recruited agent, Martina Hernandez.

Chino slowly walks out to a mixed reaction from the fans, Martina Hernandez is at his side as pyro begins to shoot off around him, he walks through the smoke and makes his way to the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope and then separates the ropes for Martina to enter the ring. He throws his fists up in the air as the fans once again give him a mixed reaction

Masters: This guy looks impressive Jarred, and Martina certainly has a thing about her, I do like my ladies.

Daniels: yes if only they liked you in return, hey William. But your right about Chino, this man is powerful, he is extreme, he could take the Hardcore division by storm here in CZW.

Masters: And there is no better way to prove his Hardcore capabilities than beating King and Kiljoy here, two greats in the Hardcore division.

Daniels: Yes both of them have held gold, Kiljoy a former X Division champ, Mike King a former Hardcore Champ here in CZW.

The referee gets the guys ready as Martina now stands at ringside, yelling at Chino a few words of encouragement. The bell suddenly sounds as the match begins. Kiljoy begins with an attack on Mike, a knee to the hip as he follows up with a head butt, then a snap mare take down as Chino decides to stroll over. Kiljoy quickly backpedals, happy to allow Chino to get an attack on Mike King. Chino runs in and throws his shin into the side of Mike’s head, the impact making the fans to hiss in pure awe. Chino now glares over at Kiljoy who stands back to watch, almost chuckling at the sight of Mike King being in trouble. Chino lifts Mike up literally by just his head, then lifts him up high into the air…And throws him spine first into the corner as he bounces off…Chino catches him on the rebound…DOUBLE ARM DDT!

Masters: Look at Kiljoy, he is just sitting back and allowing Chino to do his thing. I’m not sure he will let him get the cover though, Kiljoy may be playing a clever game here.

Daniels: Yes you wouldn’t believe him to be intelligent to look at him, although he clearly is a very manipulative and scheming individual.

Masters: Do you think there may even be some cohesion between Chino and Kiljoy during this match?

Daniels: If there is, Mike King is going to find himself in hell.

Chino looks down at Martina who yells at him to injure his opponent, Mike King. Chino grins and almost growls at the same time as he lifts King up again, this time lifting the two hundred pounder above his head…

Daniels: Look at the strength of this man…OH NO HE THROWS HIM…MY GOD HE JUST LAUNCHED MIKE ACROSS THE WHOLE RING!

Masters: King goes airborne…ha ha and Kiljoy if I was him would just stand back and let him do whatever he wants.

Daniels: Chino now goes to cover though and Kiljoy needs to interrupt here…

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Chino stands up, now his eyes glaring at Kiljoy who steps back, trying to get out of having to fight the near 300 pounder. Chino grabs Kiljoy in a bare hug as he begins to viciously squeeze the life out of Kiljoy, Martina at ringside clapping her employee on as the fans begin to go silent at the sheer dominance of Chino. Kiljoy though now begins to bite the forehead of Chino, forcing him to let go.

Masters: My God, talk about getting out of a hold by any means necessary, Kiljoy just got a mouthful of skin right there.

Daniels: He is like a wild animal. And so is Chino for that matter.

Kiljoy now begins to kick the left knee cap of Chino as he goes down to one knee. Kiljoy then runs to the ropes and bounces off, heading at pace towards Chino, however Chino grabs Kiljoy mid sprint by the throat…Chino now stands to his feet…Chino throws Kiljoy as he bounces off the ropes again and this time, comes face first into a BIG BOOT by Chino. Mike King is now back up as he chop blocks the left leg of Chino, then runs at the ropes and comes back at pace…METALLICA KNEE KICK!

Masters: My God, Mike King just hit that maneuver at full force, and still Chino is now on his back, in fact…HE IS BEGINNING TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET!

Daniels: Can anything stop him right now?!

Mike King looks a little in shock as he goes back on the attack, hitting right and left’s however Chino just shrugs him off. King now intelligently dropkicks the left leg of Chino as he goes back to his knees again. Mike King runs off once more…BUT KILJOY PULLS DOWN THE ROPES AS MIKE CRASHES TO THE OUTSIDE!

Masters: Ha ha, Mike didn’t see that one coming.

Daniels: I’m not sure about that strategy from Kiljoy, it would have been in his best interest if he let King attack Chino there…

Masters: I see what you mean Jarred…AHHHHH!!! Chino is now back up, watch out Kiljoy…

Daniels: WHAT IMPACT! And what was that move Chino just hit?!

Masters: Whatever it was, it sure made Martina happy.

Daniels: I have just heard through my ear piece, Chino calls that the R.K.K. and it sure as hell took the wind out of Kiljoy, but he has managed to roll out of the ring it seems.

Mike King now tries to get back into the ring, but Martina holds his leg as Mike rolls in, and immediately looks over the ropes to confront Martina. Mike King reaches down and PULLS MARTINA UP ONTO THE APRON!

Masters: AHHHH Watch out Mike, she may be my next ex wife, be careful.

Daniels: Mike King needs to watch out for another reason here…

Masters: CHINO TURNS HIM AROUND…BIG RIGHT HAND…NO…MIKE KING DUCKS…AHHHHHHHH HE NEARLY HIT MARTINA THERE!

Chino was just inches away from connecting with Martina’s face as he manages to stop, Mike now from behind though…TIGER SUPLEX!

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KICKOUT!

The fans settle back down, as their hopes were raised then. Chino is quickly back up now though as he looks angry, Mike King runs straight into a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! Mike King was almost turned inside out as Chino now lifts Mike back up…

Daniels: It seems like Chino is angry here, he is turning it up another gear…

Masters: That’s it, protect my woman, maybe when we get together, we can both have Chino as our personal bodyguard.

Daniels: You know, I think Martina may already be married, William.

Masters: Do you think I care about that. I mean I had no problem getting with your wife Jar…I mean…LOOK…CHINO HAS KING UP…

Daniels: What did you just say?!

Masters: ANOTHER R.K.K. AND THAT SHOULD BE IT!

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Daniels: Kiljoy rolls into the ring, but he is too late, Chino has just got a very impressive win here, beating two Ultraviolent stars.

Towers: Here is your winner by pinfall…CHINO!

Masters: And look how happy Martina is, she has a great smile.

Daniels: Sadly, Chino doesn’t have suck a great smile, in fact, he still looks a little upset. Kiljoy leaves the ring and WHAT IS THIS NOW…CHINO WITH ANOTHER R.K.K. ON MIKE KING…OR NO REASON WHATSOEVER!

Masters: Than to prove his dominance here, and show the locker room he means business, this is a man to look out for.

Daniels: What a start to Overdrive, we will be back shortly folks, and after the break, it’s the Hollywood Knights against Next Generation.

Masters: Hollywood who?!

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TAG TEAM MATCH
THE NEXT GENERATION (Timmons & Wright) vs. CAGE STRYKER & BRIAN BLAZE

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(The match starts off with Brian Blaze facing off against Tim Timmons. They tie up and Timmons whips Blaze into the ropes. Blaze ducks a clothesline and comes back with a flying shoulder block. Timmons gets up clearly stunned and heads over to his corner discussing plans with his partner. Timmons tags Wright in. Rob runs in and immediately gives Blaze a drop kick. He picks Blaze up off the floor and whips him into the ropes and nails a power slam. Wright tags in Timmons and Timmons climbs to the top rope and hits an elbow drop. Timmons goes for the cover.)

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(Cage breaks up the pin. Wright runs in and clotheslines Cage. Cage and Wright roll out of the ring trading blows. Timmons picks Blaze up off the ground and is calling for a quick end to the match. He sets Blaze up for The T-Crusher however Blaze wiggles out of it… BLAZING ARROW OUT OF NOWHERE! He goes for the quick pin.)

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Williams: Brian Blaze and Cage Stryker have taken this match in quick fashion!

Daniels: Indeed it was an impressive perfo… Oh what the hell is he doing here?!

Williams: Oh snap! Ladies and gentleman stand up because Big Time is in the building!

(Kris Kamikaze is on stage and immediately runs into the ring completely blind siding Brian Blaze.)

Daniels: Why the hell is he attacking Brian Blaze?! What did he do to deserve this?!

Williams: He beat the man last week! He wants that belt and he’s sending him a message!

(Brian Blaze and Kris Kamikaze roll out of the ring trading punches. Cage Stryker turns around and out of nowhere He is blasted in the face with a chair from Timmons!)

Williams: Why the hell is that cage lowering!?

Daniels: I don’t know! Blaze and Kamikaze are probably somewhere in Ecuador fighting by now and now we have a cage! None of this is on the schedule!

Williams: Schedule? We have schedules?

(Timmons smashes the chair down on Stryker over and over and over again. He proceeds to pick him up and hits him with the T-Crusher to top the vicious assault off. He walks over and grabs a microphone.)

Timmons: I ACCEPT!!!

(Timmons picks up Stryker and tosses him face first into the cage.)

Daniels: Did you hear that, William, it’s on, Everything wrapped in Barbed wire for the X Division Title.

Masters: If I have any luck, I can get you wrapped up in that stuff, you would make a great decoration, Jarred.

Daniels: Thanks William, your so kind. Anyway, up next we have a clip you guys may want to see again, our first ever Unsanctioned match, it was a classic.

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CZW Overdrive presents…VIOLENCE FROM THE VAULT Pt.4

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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen... the next match is our co-main event of the evening and it is an UNSANCTIONED MATCH!"

The crowd explodes

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from your mother's fanatasies... weighing in at 225 pounds... 'Bad Ass' MATT COVEY!!"

The crowd boos as "Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir plays over the PA. Out comes Covey, wearing blue jeans, no shirt, and his trademark leather jacket. He ignores the boos completely. He walks down to the ring, with a calm demeanor on his face. He shrugs off fans trying to touch him. He slides into the ring, seeming focused.

TOWERS: "And his opponent..."

The crowd pops loudly as "Ace of Spades" by Motorhead begins to play... TOWERS: "Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 205 pounds... 'The Gambler' ACE KING!!"

Ace comes out, relishing in the cheers. The crowd loves this man, as he is making his official in-ring return to CZW. He is wearing red and black pants with a "Bet On It" t-shirt. He stares a hole into Covey, never taking his eyes off of him as he walks down to the ring. He high fives a few fans on his way. He gets in the ring, and immediately Matt grabs the mic from Jessica.

BAD ASS: "Look, what I did was wrong and it should have never happened. Not to you, not to anyone. It's true, I am an asshole. I am the son of a bitch that everyone of you loves to hate. But I believe in kids. They're innocent and should never be the victim of the sins of their parents. And for that I apologize to you. I'm giving you five minutes, Ace. Five minutes to rip my head off and shit down my throat. For that brief moment in time, I will not fight back. But the second my watch goes off, I will consider my debt paid, even if you don't. At that point, I'm going to break you, Ace King. You have no choice in the matter. I just started the clock..."

DANIELS: "And look, Ace isn't wasting any time!"

MASTERS: "Ace just leveled Matt with a thunderous lariat... what a noble man this Covey is."

DANIELS: "... He killed Ace and Ruth's baby!"

MASTERS: "Please."

DANIELS: "... Whatever. Ace picks up Matt. He's unleashing some frustration right here! Lefts and rights galore! Matt's on his back, and Ace is mounting him."

MASTERS: "This isn't fair! Matt, do something!"

DANIELS: "He will... if he can still breathe by the time his clock beeps!"

MASTERS: "Dammit, it looks like Matt is already busted open from those shots to his forehead! This isn't right!"

DANIELS: "Ace picks Matt up and whips him into a turnbuckle. Ace comes crashing in with a splash! This Milwaukee crowd is loving it!"

MASTERS: "Oh come on time, hurry up!"

DANIELS: "I have to commend this sick freak. He's really keeping his word. Ace chops him hard. He then grabs Matt's leather jacket and forcefully rips it off of him! He throws it down on Covey."

MASTERS: "Covey's going to be pissed about that!"

DANIELS: "Ace picks Covey up. Inverted atomic drop! Another chop! Ace is on fire!"

MASTERS: "Not hard to be when your opponent isn't fighting back!"

DANIELS: "Matt is bleeding from his forehead, and Ace grabs on a tight headlock. He slams him down with a takedown. Ace gets up and runs to the ropes. Running legdrop. Matt seems completely out of it, Ace could probably take the pin right here!"

MASTERS: "I doubt that very much so, Daniels! Ace picks Matt back up... his clock just dinged!! C'mon Matt!"

DANIELS: "Ace has control of him however. Ace throws him over the top rope! Matt goes crashing down onto the mat. And Ace follows up with a SENTON OVER THE TOP! Amazing’’

MASTERS: ‘’Damn, this would never have happened if Matt hadn’t been so racked with guilt at the start, honestly, how can you not respect that guy?’’

DANIELS: ‘’Ace is up, and picks up Covey, he puts him on his shoulder looking for a powerslam… no, he’s walking up the ramp, where can he be going? At the top he starts running Covey head first into the stage set.’’

MASTERS: ‘’But at the last second Covey slides down Ace’s back, pushing the Gambler HARD into the set, YES, now we’re going to see a fight’’

DANIELS: ‘’Well there goes my hope for a short end to this one, I know why Ace is so mad, but I have no desire to watch these guys try to kill each other. Matt now trying to get his bearings, wiping the blood from his forehead as he sets into Ace with some hard boots, screaming at him, he picks him back up, and throws King head first into the set, downing him once more.’’

MASTERS: ‘’Covey disappears behind the curtain?’’

DANIELS: ‘’You thing he’s gone?’’

MASTERS: ‘’Noooo…. AH, here he is back… with a TABLE!’’

DANIELS: ‘’But the table obscures his view so much he doesn’t notice King is back on his feet, DROPKICK to the table, sending Covey flying back through the curtain, and Ace follows. Can we get a portable cam through there?… Well we know that Ace has every reason to want to hurt Covey, I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I know it won’t be pretty’’

MASTERS: ‘’I have just received word that those two are slugging it out back there, I think… yes, we’re getting a feed now’’

DANIELS: We’re back with them now as we see the two making their way through the corridors in the back Ace seems to have the upper hand, forcing Matt back with some brutal knife edge chops, they’re coming to the end of the hallway, there’s no way to go.’’

MASTERS: ‘’Yes there is!’’

DANIELS: ‘’Ace, with an irish whip… Through the emergency doors, they’re outside! Covey landing hard on the sidewalk outside, he’s trying, but it seems he just can’t get one up on Ace, who is attacking with vengeance and fury in his eyes.’’

MASTERS: ‘’Just wait, Covey will get his in.’’

DANIELS: ‘’You might be right, King goes to pick up Covey, who fights back with a few gut punches as he gets back to his feet, swinging neck breaker on Ace, and now he’s pounding Ace’s head off of the sidewalk, oh god, I see blood, and not just the drops dripping from Coveys head, the back of Ace’s head is busted open.’’

MASTERS: ‘’I told you, look, Covey is SMILING as he continues the beating, the blood dripping down his face,’’

DANIELS: ‘’This is sick! Matt finally gets off of Ace, picking him up and whipping him… INTO THE ROAD! HOLY SHIT, he nearly got hit by a car, it’s swerved, DAMN IT’S CRASHED, and this is a busy road, it won’t be long until… yep, there goes another into the back of the first, it’s a pileup, but that’s not stopping Covey as he follows up with a clothesline on Ace, who had managed to stop his run into traffic, Ace is down and Covey lays a stomp straight into King’s groin, ouch, Ace is writhing on the ground as Covey goes to the nearest crashed car. All the drivers seem to be out of their vehicles, and actually watching the match!’’

MASTERS: ‘’No wonder, getting the chance to be right there, watching this… It’s worth the price of a car.’’

DANIELS: ‘’Matt jumps on the car… leg drop from the car onto the prone Ace, looks like Covey’s tailbone took a lot of impact there, but not as much as Ace, after a few seconds Matt is back up and on the attack, he lifts his opponent, onto his shoulders… SNAKE EYES on a nearby car, Ace turns back as Covey is rushing in… but King somehow has the presence to dodge and hit a drop toehold, Covey’s wound, if healing, has certainly opened back up now, the blood pouring all over the road.’’

MASTERS: ‘’Dammit, Ace is somehow getting back up, I don’t believe it!’’

DANIELS: ‘’Well he is a man on a mission, and it looks like Covey is going to have to try harder if he wants to keep this man down, and the ref is on the roadside, but neither man has even attempted a pinfall yet, now it’s Ace’s turn to jump on a car, right to the roof, what’s he going to try?… A falling headbutt, he hit a falling headbutt, right onto the opened wound on Matt’s head, the back of Ace it has to be said, is also covered in the crimson stuff from that savage beating earlier, but that doesn’t seem to phase him as he picks up covey and drags him onto the front of a car, lifts him onto his shoulders… BLACKJACK BOMB ONTO THE CAR!!! He finally goes for a cover as the ref runs over…

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MASTERS: ‘’He spit in Coveys eye, c’mon, that’s not on!’’

DANIELS: ‘’Well, it doesn’t look like he’s done yet, as he drags Covey from the car and lifts him, walking across the road to the doors of the arena… are they finally coming back? NO, Ace grabs Covey from behind, and hit’s a release german suplex, Covey bouncing off those doors, and lands awkwardly onto the ground.’’

MASTERS: ‘’Where the hell is Ace going now? He’s moving back to the cars, he’s shouting something, a small guy steps forward with a set of keys, Ace is getting in one of the lesser damaged cars, is he leaving?’’

DANIELS: ‘’I don’t think so, though if he’s planning on doing what I think he’s planning on doing, I hope he actually IS leaving… but no, as I feared, he’s reversed and turned the car towards Covey, who is trying to get up as we speak… DON’T DO IT ACE!!!’’

MASTERS: ‘’I can’t believe I’m saying this but… listen to Jarred, don’t do it!’’

DANIELS: ‘’Ace is revving up as Covey finally gets back to his feet, though he seems unfocused, LOOK UP MATT!

ACE SPEEDS TOWARDS HIM!…

MATT JUMPS!…

DROPKICK THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN! COVEY JUST TOOK ACES HEAD OFF! THERE’S GLASS EVERYWHERE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN INSIDE THE CAR WHICH HAS CRASHED INTO THE ARENA DOORS WITH A HORRENDOUS IMPACT! HOLY SHIT!’’

MASTERS: ‘’I’ve never seen anything like it in all my days here.’’

DANIELS: ‘’I think they’re hurt bad, this crowd has gone silent as they too realise that this has went too far… this is directed towards the back… get some damn E.M.T’s down there… Well as we wait we see the referee checking on them and looking into the camera shaking his head, we always have emergency vehicles standing by, though we never like the though of using them… and yes, here comes the ambulance now, I’m sorry to say that I think this one is over, both men bloodied and battered, and now unable, it seems, to move. The door of the mangled car is being opened as they try to untangle these two bodies safely, not knowing quite what injuries have happened where. We’ll try and keep you updated CZW fans, but, as the old adage goes, the show must go on, and go on it will.’’

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SINGLES MATCH
'Rated E for Everyone' EDDIE ROWAN vs. SHRAPNEL

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Daniels: There you saw Matt Covey at his most violent, and speaking of Matt Covey, we all know about the Covey/Whole Damn Show Saga. Up next is his victim in his diabolical schemes, Eddie Rowan.

Masters: Covey is the bloody victim after that maniac Rowan attacked him.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall..

"Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven starts playing over the sound system, as a chorus of boos greets the arrival of Shrapnel. He steps out onto the stage, and makes his way slowly down the ramp, black towel draped over his head.

TOWERS: ..Introducing first.. from Edinburgh, Scotland.. weighing in at 301lbs.. SHRAPNEL!

Shrapnel climbs the steps, and steps over the top rope into the ring. He glares at Jessica and the referee, who step backwards nervously. Shrapnel smirks, then removes his towel and drapes it over one of the ropes, before turning to face the CombatTron. "Slow Chemical" fades out, and after a few seconds, "Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa hits, sending the crowd into raptures.

TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Seattle, Washington.. weighing in at 205lbs.. he is "The Clown, The Killer, The Saint".. EDDIE ROWAN!

Eddie Rowan steps out onto the stage, his eyes fixed on the huge figure of Shrapnel in the ring. He raises his arms to the fans, who let out another excited cheer, then jogs down the ramp towards the ring. Eddie slides under the ropes, being careful not to take his eyes off Shrapnel, then hops back to his feet. Eddie performs a few stretches, Shrapnel's eyes piercing through him, before the referee calls for the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

DANIELS: Okay, we're underway here, and you have to wonder how focused Eddie Rowan is gonna be tonight, after being attacked after his last two matches by this masked "Devil man".

MASTERS: There's no way he's gonna win tonight, Jarred. With this masked stalker thing going on, coupled with the fact that he's going up against one of the most powerful, intimidating individuals this company has even seen.. he's entering a world of hurt tonight!

Shrapnel steps towards Rowan, who responds in kind, if a little more tentatively. Shrapnel lunges, but Eddie ducks out the way, slipping round behind the big man. Shrapnel turns, and Eddie kicks him in the midsection, then hits the ropes, but as he approaches, Shrapnel grabs him, and hits a huge sidewalk slam that has Eddie literally bouncing off the mat.

DANIELS: OH! And there's the power of Shrapnel, coming right to the fore!

Eddie rolls onto his side, coughing and spluttering after having the wind knocked out of him. He tries to get up, but Shrapnel grabs him, and hauls him up to his feet. He grabs Eddie round the throat, and hoists him into the air, hitting a backbreaker. Eddie flops to the floor, and Shrapnel makes the cover.

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Shrapnel picks Eddie up again, and whips him into the corner. Eddie crashes into the turnbuckle, and Shrapnel follows up with a body splash. Shrapnel then goes for another Irish whip, but he keeps hold, sending Eddie flying back into the same corner with such force that he bounces off and crumples to the floor. Shrapnel rolls Eddie onto his back, then drops to his knees and begins to choke him.

DANIELS: Come on, ref! That's a choke hold!

MASTERS: No DQ, Jarred, bloody hell, haven't you realized that yet?

Eddie thrashes about on the floor as Shrapnel tightens his grip, cutting off Eddie's air supply. The referee administers a 4 count, but Shrapnel refuses to let go.

DANIELS: Let him go, dammit! He can't breathe!

The referee now tries to physically pull Shrapnel off Eddie, but gets swatted away like a fly. Suddenly, though, Eddie manages to throw a leg up and kick Shrapnel in the side of the head, loosening his grip slightly. Eddie kicks again, and again, until finally Shrapnel releases the choke. Shrapnel staggers to his feet, attempting to shake the cobwebs loose, as Eddie tries to haul himself up using the ring ropes. However, just as he gets to his feet, Shrapnel turns and punts him in the stomach, dropping him to the mat once more. Shrapnel drags Eddie into the center of the ring, and hauls him to his feet again. Shrapnel tucks Eddie's head under his arm, and lifts him up, stalling for a second before hitting a brainbuster.

DANIELS: Oh my god! Eddie Rowan's head and neck, crashing into the canvas!

MASTERS: This match could be over soon if this carries on, Shrapnel is DOMINATING Eddie Rowan!

Shrapnel covers..

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DANIELS: OH! Near fall there, but somehow Eddie manages to kick out!

Shrapnel bangs the mat in frustration, and picks Eddie up again. He leans him against the ropes, then whips him across the ring. Eddie hits the ropes on the other side, and as he rebounds, Shrapnel lifts him up for a spinebuster. However, Eddie somehow manages to fling his legs up and hit a hurricanrana, throwing Shrapnel across the ring.

DANIELS: Nice counter by Eddie there, but can he capitalize> MASTERS: Of course he can't, look at him! All that's done is piss Shrapnel off even more!

Indeed, Eddie is laid out on the floor, still feeling the effects of Shrapnel's onslaught. His opponent, on the other hand, is sat on the other side of the ring, an angry look on his face. Shrapnel gets back to his feet, and marches over to Eddie, who is just standing up himself. Shrapnel lands a big haymaker to the head of Eddie, then whips him off the ropes again. This time he looks for a tilt-a-whirl slam, but again Eddie counters, planting Shrapnel with a DDT.

DANIELS: ANOTHER great counter from Eddie Rowan! Fighting with everything he has!

Eddie is quicker to move this time, only taking a few seconds to stagger back to his feet. He spots Shrapnel lying by the ropes, just starting to stir. Eddie hits the ropes opposite the big man, and hits a low dropkick to the back, knocking Shrapnel clean out of the ring! Shrapnel hits the floor with a thud, and writhes about briefly before slowly getting back to his feet. As he does so, Eddie hits the ropes again..

DANIELS: Eddie going all-or-nothing here!

Eddie leaps..

DANIELS: Corkscrew.. OH NO!

MASTERS: HAHA! He caught him!

Shrapnel staggers backwards, Eddie draped over his shoulder, upside-down, belly-to-chest. Shrapnel hoists him up slightly, so his head is raised, and turns towards one of the turnbuckles.

DANIELS: Oh no, I think we all know what Shrapnel's looking to do here..

Shrapnel charges, looking to ram Eddie face-first into the turnbuckle, but Eddie slides off at the last second, shoving Shrapnel into the steel instead. Shrapnel bounces off and staggers backwards, clutching his forehead. Eddie hops up onto the apron, and as Shrapnel turns back around, he runs forwards and leaps off, taking Shrapnel down with a modified hurricanrana.

DANIELS: Beautiful move! And you've gotta think the momentum might be starting to shift here!

Eddie gets back to his feet again, the crowd now firmly behind him. He pulls Shrapnel to his feet, and drags him over to the ring. Eddie bounces Shrapnel's head off the apron, then tries to force him under the ropes. However, Eddie struggles to lift the massive frame of his opponent, and Shrapnel manages to fight him off with an elbow to the ribs, followed by a clubbing blow to the back. Shrapnel then rolls Eddie into the ring, and climbs up onto the apron. He steps through the ropes, and drags Eddie into the center of the ring by the feet. Suddenly, Eddie hops up, and hits Shrapnel with an Enziguri. Shrapnel drops to a knee, and Eddie leaps up again, hitting the ropes and taking Shrapnel down with a shining wizard. Eddie covers..

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Shrapnel powers out, but Eddie jumps right back to his feet, and starts stomping a mudhole in his opponent's head. He then drops to his knees and starts pumelling him with right hands, the crowd on their feet in excitement.

DANIELS: My God, Eddie Rowan is just UNLOADING on Shrapnel!

Eddie hauls Shrapnel to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckle. He lands a couple of kicks to the midsection, then steps back into the center of the ring. He pauses for a second, then charges forwards, leaping for a body splash, but for the second time Shrapnel manages to catch him mid-flight, locking in a bearhug. Shrapnel steps forwards, but Eddie begins punching him in the head again, trying to fight out of the bearhug. Shrapnel stumbles, and Eddie swings himself round..

DANIELS: A reverse STO! That could do it!

Eddie covers again..

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DANIELS: Oh man! Right at the last second!

Eddie rolls onto his back, his head in his hands. He bangs the mat in frustration, and gets back to his feet. He picks Shrapnel up, and grabs him in a side headlock, signalling to the crowd.

DANIELS: Oh, hold on a second, this could be..

Suddenly, Shrapnel elbows Eddie in the gut, and lifts him up into a fireman's carry. He steps forwards, but Eddie slips off, landing on his behind him. Shrapnel turns, and Eddie hits him in the stomach, before..

DANIELS: THE EVENFLOW! HE HITS IT!

Eddie gets back to his feet, the crowd absolutely electric. He drags Shrapnel in front of the turnbuckle, and steps through the ropes onto the apron.

DANIELS: And now Eddie going up top!

Eddie looks down at Shrapnel from the top rope, taking a second to compose himself. He take a breath, and leaps..

DANIELS: YES! ST. EDWARDS FALL! IT'S OVER!

Eddie covers..

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*DING DING DING!*

TOWERS: Here is your winner.. EDDIE ROWAN!!!

"Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa starts to play again, as Eddie pulls himself to his feet. The referee raises his hand as the crowd gives a standing ovation. Suddenly, the music fades out, and the lights begin to flicker.

DANIELS: Oh hell, not again!

MASTERS: Uh, Eddie.. you might wanna get out of there!

Eddie's face drops, and he stands, hands on hips, facing the CombatTron, as a countdown appears on the screen in bloody lettering..

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The eerie melody of the last few weeks begins to play.

The nasty way the demons do

I exhale my wickedness in you

So when you open up your eyes I'm there to flatter with demise

There's nothing you can do

I am the children of the night

The storm in you that kills the light

Here I come

Charging out through your skull

My reflection in your eyes

You hear me laugh when you die

Evil deeds You satisfy my vicious needs

A wave of terror in your mind

Eats you alive

They laugh at you I swear it's true With blade in hand what will you do?

Kill yourself a fool

Suddenly they're right behind I've got revenge on your mind

You know what to do

Come try and catch me if you can I am the

Devil in a man

I am the evening and the dawn

The father to the morning star I teach the art of war

Sweet hate is pumping through your veins

The flame of fury burns inside

Exciter

I am the children of the night

The storm in you that kills the light

Here I come

Your Harbinger of Destruction

Suddenly, a lightning bolt strikes the stage, plunging the arena into momentary darkness, before the lights come back on. Eddie shakes his head, a small smile forming on his face. He looks at the fans nearest to him, and points behind him, rolling his eyes. He spins round 180 degrees, dropping down low.. only to find the ring empty. He looks quizzically around the arena, expecting to see the Devil Man ready to assault him again, but he appears nowhere to be seen.

DANIELS: Well, Eddie obviously expecting another surprise attack from this mystery assailant, as were we, but.. there doesn't seem to be any sign of him anywhere..

Eddie shrugs his shoulders, and goes to leave the ring. Just as he is about to step through the ropes, however..

"Die MF Die" by Dope hits the soundsystem!

DANIELS: WHAT!?

MASTERS: HAHA! HE'S BACK!!!

Eddie stands frozen in the ring, as "Bad Ass" Matt Covey steps out onto the stage!

DANIELS: What the hell is he doing here? I thought he was in rehab!

Covey storms down the ramp, as Eddie braces himself for battle. Covey slides into the ring, and lunges at Rowan, tackling him down to the ground.

DANIELS: AND HERE WE GO!

The two start brawling back and forth, but Covey soon gets the upper hand. He hauls Eddie to his feet, and drags him violently towards the corner, propping him up against the turnbuckle and continuing to pummel him. Eddie drops down to the mat, and Covey retreats a few paces, before charging forwards and crushing Eddie's skull against the turnbuckle with his knee.

DANIELS: OH BAH GAWD! What a sick, sick shot by Matt Covey!

MASTERS: This is what you get when you cross the Bad Ass!

DANIELS: Cross him!? Eddie hasn't done anything to Matt Covey! Certainly not anything that warrants this!

Covey looks around, a satisfied grin on his face. He stares down at the apparantly unconscious Eddie Rowan, then suddenly hauls him out of the corner, tucking his head between his legs.

DANIELS: Oh now COME ON! Not this as well!

Covey lifts Eddie up, and hits a devastating Blow It Out Your Ass.

DANIELS: DAMMIT! A Blow It Our Your Ass, and Eddie Rowan is out of it!

Covey calls for a microphone, even though the boos from the crowd are almost deafening. He paces around for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on the motionless body of his victim, before raising the microphone to his lips.

COVEY: EDDIE ROWAN.. PANDEMONIUM.. YOU AND ME..

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RIOT MATCH!

DANIELS: WHAT!?

MASTERS: YES!!!

"Die MF Die" by Dope returns to the sound system, as Covey drops the microphone to the mat. He takes one last look at the fallen Eddie Rowan, before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp, flipping off the fans as he goes.

DANIELS: BAH GAWD, I can't believe what we've just seen.. what we've just HEARD! MATT COVEY VS EDDIE ROWAN.. IN A RIOT MATCH AT PANDEMONIUM!!!

MASTERS: This is gonna be AWESOME!!!

DANIELS: The match created by one Alan Fiscus, how ironic that Matt Covey and Eddie Rowan will showcase CZW’s second Riot match ever! We will be back after this folks with the Final of the tag team tournament…Riot match…Wow!

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The crowd begin to make loud cheering sounds as on the Combat Tron, we see a backstage scene. Sitting in his locker room, we see Maynard O’Toole, not only preparing for his Non Title match later on with rival Justin Marsham, he is also just finishing watching the broadcast of Matt Covey attacking Eddie Rowan. A strange smile on his face appears as he whispers to himself…

‘Riot match…heh’

Suddenly there is a knock at the door as Maynard turns around in shock. The knocking continues at fast pace as Maynard switches the television off, then gets up stretching his arms out, wincing in pain as he does. Another loud knocking sound now is heard following by a grim sounding voice, though not clear what the person is saying. Maynard shouts out before opening the door.

‘Okay I am coming, damn you could have caught me at a bad time here, give me a sec-’

Suddenly loud boos come from the crowd as Maynard is cut off mid sentence, the door smashing open as a man is seen to charge Maynard backwards, smashing his spine into the TV set and then throwing him to the ground. The cameras show the man to be Justin Marsham, as he wears a large plaster over his nose, the same nose that was broken by Maynard last week on Overdrive with a sledgehammer. Marsham now begins to stomp Maynard down, not giving up as Maynard screams out. Justin now stands Maynard back up and throws him head first into the Television screen, then throws him into a large wardrobe, Maynard’s head now beginning to bleed. The fans carry on their loud boos as Maynard now steps outside, but returning quickly now with a large sledgehammer in his hands.

‘Maynard, you thought you could break my nose and get away with it? Screw this match we have tonight, I am going to take you out for good. You will never get your hands on MY Title!’

With those words Justin thrusts the metallic head of the hammer right into his gut, then again in the side of his head, smashing into his temple. Maynard flops to the ground as Justin now raises the hammer above his head, about to hit him again, Maynard now unconscious already…but to his savor a team of security flock into the locker room. Casey is seen to grab the hammer off Justin and restrain him, as the other check on Maynard who isn’t moving. The scene cuts off as Marsham is carried off, cursing and spitting at his opponent for the night.

Daniels: My God William, these two were meant to fight this evening, they were meant to settle this in the ring dammit.

Masters: Maynard attacked Marsham last week and was that in a match, Jarred?! NO it wasn’t. He broke his nose, Jarred, you know, Marsham may never look the same again because of that insane Tool.

Daniels: Well Marsham used that same ‘tool’ on Mayo just then, and by the looks of matters, Maynard could have suffered a damn concussion at the hands of this man we call our Intercontinental Champion.

Masters: He is just protecting himself and his Title, Maynard doesn’t play by the rules, so why should Justin Marsham? I know we were all looking forward to the ladder match here tonight, but e can safely say goodbye to that, Marsham proves his dominance instead.

Daniels: He proved he can attack people in their locker rooms, and throw weapons around. This man is supposed to be Technically gifted without the use of weapons, what has happen to all of that? He is a damn liar and a coward.

Masters: You know he wouldn’t have any problem breaking your nose Jarred, maybe if he did that he would smash it back into shape.

Daniels: My nose is just fine the way it is, William, but thanks anyway. And folks, I apologize, but we may have to wait another week for our Ladder match, hopefully at the Pay per View, it will be for the Gold.

Masters: And speaking of gold, up next we have two teams vying for a chance to grab Idolized gold, it’s our Tag team finals!

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TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT FINAL
(Winner faces Idolized at the PPV)
CUT THROAT THRILLERS (Razor & Blade) vs. THE UPPER CLASS (Meade & Fairbanks)

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“Got Money” hits over the PA, and the Upper Class strut out onto the stage, the crowd jeering them as they make their way down to the ring. Meade, Fairbanks, and Sophia all smile and move with confidence, completely oblivious to the fans’ reaction.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a match to determine the number one contendership for the CZW GLOBAL TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from Malibu, California and being accompanied by Sophia Montgomery, Ryan Meade and Victor Fairbanks…THE UPPER CLASS!!”

All three make their way up the steps, entering the ring and appealing for the fans with smug looks on their faces. The music stops and is replaced by Metallica’s “One,” and the reaction grows a bit warmer as Razor and Blade rush out onto the stage. The mixed reaction follows the two as they run down to the ring, diving in under the bottom ropes in unison, hopping to their feet in an instant as the Upper Class bail out.

Towers: “And their opponents, from Nashville, Tennessee, Razor and Blade…THE CUT-THROAT THRILLERS!!”

Blade and Razor taunt Meade and Fairbanks, who both slowly enter the ring. Both teams face off, inching closer. Just as it looks like they’re going to cut loose, the lights dim suddenly! Green laser lights flicker about the stage as “Paralyzer” plays, all the fans in attendance cheering loudly as Evan Tyler and Kyle Riley emerge on the ramp, the gold straps slung over their shoulders. They make their way to ringside, eyes focused on both teams in the ring. The Upper Class and the Cut-Throat Thrillers all stare back at the champions, hungry gazes fixed upon the titles. Idolized head around the ring and to the announce table, laying the gold on the desk as they sit, donning headsets.

Riley: “Whooooo, this crowd is hot tonight! Let’s get this show on the road!”

*ding-ding!*

Daniels: “Kyle, Evan, welcome to the booth. It’s clear you have great interest in this match-up.”

Tyler: “Indeed, we do, Daniels. Okay, we got Blade starting in with Fairbanks. Man, he’s a pretty big dude, this Fairbanks. Blade doing a good job of dodging out of the way, though. Victor looks like he’s getting pretty ticked off!”

Masters: “Well, Victor Fairbanks doesn’t look like a guy you’d want to make mad, but Blade seems like the kind of guy who likes to annoy! There’s Blade with a go-behind, and a series of quick kicks to the back of Fairbanks’ knee! Blade off the near side and he connects with a leg-lariat!”

Daniels: “Nice, quick offense here from one half of the Cut-Throat Killers! Blade off the ropes again and he hits a fast somersault-senton! There’s a quick tag to Razor!”

Riley: “Blade’s quick, but I hear he gets winded quick from all that ganja smoking he does.”

Tyler: “Yeah, when he gets cut, he doesn’t just bleed, he starts smoking out, too!”

Masters: “Ha!”

Daniels: “Recreational habits aside, you have to acknowledge their team-work. Nice spinning elbow drop there from Razor! Razor pulling Fairbanks up and whipping him into the far side. He hits the near ropes and comes off with a spinning-heel kick! NO! Fairbanks catches him in mid-air and drives him to the mat with a vicious POWERSLAM!!”

Tyler: “OW! I think there’s a Razor-esque indentation in the mat now! Too bad Fairbanks is too shell-shocked to make the pin, but he gets kudos for trying to make it to his corner anyway.”

Riley: “Hey, you know who the Upper Class remind me of?”

Masters: “They remind me of you guys when you first came to CZW.”

Riley: “Exactly. If you took away the talent, I mean.”

Daniels: “Well, Fairbanks now tags in Ryan Meade, the quicker of the two. Meade wasting no time in going after a stunned Razor, dropping down with a quick leg-drop! Meade lifting Razor and whipping him into the corner, following him in with a splash-RIGHT into Razor’s elbow! Razor hops up onto the turnbuckle…DIVING TORNADO DDT!!”

Tyler: “Okay, that was pretty good.”

Daniels: “Pin!”

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Masters: “Whew, close one!”

Daniels: “Razor drags Meade to his corner, tagging in Blade! Blade springs in with a corkscrew body-press! He rolls over his opponent and charges Fairbanks, knocking him off the apron!”

Tyler: “Pretty good strategy there. There’s hope for these guys yet.”

Masters: “Looks like Blade’s going high-rent!”

Daniels: “Blade scaling to the top rope, but…OH! SOPHIA!!”

Riley: “…daaaaamn..”

Masters: “I KNOW! She kicks high!”

Tyler: “That was a thing of beauty…”

Daniels: “That was a manager getting involved in a match! Sophia Montgomery onto the apron with a high roundhouse, kicking Blade right off the turnbuckle!”

Masters: “Man, that was a high kick. We need to see that again…”

Daniels: “No, you need to keep it in your pants and call the match!”

Riley: “Well, Blade takes a stiletto-kick to the back and he’s down, and Meade makes the tag to his very angry partner, Victor Fairbanks!”

Daniels: “Fairbanks pulls Blade to his feet, throwing him into the corner and now just MAULING him with those punches and body-strikes! He pulls Blade out and now setting him up for…POWERBOMB!!”

Tyler: “Right into the turnbuckle! Ouch!”

Riley: “Doesn’t look like he’s quite done yet, either. The big man locking in a Boston crab! Blade has nowhere to run!”

Daniels: “No, but there’s Razor springboarding in with a bulldog! He holds on, wrenching back with the face-lock!!”

Masters: “He’s not legal in there! What is this, Lucha Libre!?”

Tyler: “Now that could be interesting. Except there are no masks.

Riley: “No, but I DO see four posers.”

Tyler: “HIGH FIVE!”

Daniels: “Razor with the facelock, but here comes Meade again! He left himself vulnerable and now Meade, quick as a flash has him locked in a sharpshooter!!”

Tyler: “Now Blade’s back up, jumping onto Meade’s back! What the hell is he doing?”

Daniels: “Blade with…an octopus hold!!”

Riley: “Uh-oh, Victor is back up! He got a fancy-pants hold to throw on now?”

Daniels: “Fairbanks grabs…Meade? OH GOD! GERMAN SUPLEX!! Fairbanks just hefted his own partner, hurling him back and driving Blade to the mat!!”

Tyler: “That was pretty innovative there. Blade took all the impact and Meade rolls to his feet. Both members of the Upper Class now teaming up on poor Razor!”

Daniels: “The Upper Class with a double DDT on Razor! Fairbanks now grabs Meade and powerbombs him onto Razor’s back!! Good lord!!”

Riley: “Upper Class seems to have things in hand, but…well, looks like Blade’s got a surprise of his own!”

Daniels: “Blade on the outside of the ring, and he’s got a bag of some sort! He’s keeping it out of sight of his opponents, playing possum!! Fairbanks heads over, grabbing Blade by the hair to pull him in, but Blade SMASHES him in the face with some sort of bag!!”

Masters: “And that bag just ruptured, flinging tacks all over the place!!”

Tyler: “This is about to get messy, you can bet your ass.”

Daniels: “Meade rushes at Blade, but Razor trips him up!! Meade belly-flops onto a bunch of thumbtacks!!”

Riley: “HA! He’s rolling around in pain, but only making things worse for himself!”

Daniels: “Meade in all sorts of agony as the Cut-Throat Thrillers regain the advantage! Blade slides a table into the ring as Razor lifts Victor Fairbanks to his knees, laying into him with a stiff buzzsaw kick!! Fairbanks wobbles with a vacant look in his eyes and Razor with another sharp kick!!”

Tyler: “Yeah, ‘sharp’ kick. Nice one, Daniels.”

Daniels: “Pun not intended! Blade has the table set up and now he’s covering the surface with more tacks! Meade is about to be in a REALLY bad way as both Thrillers get him loaded up onto the table! Now both men climbing onto opposite corners! This can only spell disaster for one of these men at the VERY least, if not all of them!! The Thrillers make a simultaneous throat-cutting gesture and…OH MY GOD!!”

Masters: “HOLY SHIT!”

Riley: “Wow! Okay, now THAT I have to give them props for!”

Tyler: “HOLY-!”

Daniels: “Razor with a 450 splash and Blade with a Shooting Star Press, both men crashing into Ryan Meade through that table!! They BOTH pin Meade!”

Tyler: “Not that it matters. The ref should forget the three count and start checking for a pulse after that one!”

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*ding-ding-ding!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners and NEW number one contenders to the CZW Global Tag-Team Championships, Blade and Razor, THE CUT-THROAT KILLERS!!”

Daniels: “Phenomenal contest tonight! We’re all looking forward to Pandemonium where the men you see standing in the ring now, Razor and Blade, take on our gets here at the announce booth, Idolized! And it will be for tag-team gold!”

Tyler: “Take a good look, boys. This is as close as you’re gonna get!”

From the booth, Kyle and Evan remove their headsets, both standing and holding the gold high. Inside the ring, Blade and Razor gesture towards the belts, promising to make them their own. Both teams stare down as the referee checks on the condition of Ryan Meade.

Daniels: Oh my god!! Did you just see what the Thrillers just did! Masters: Yes...yes I did. I loved it. Daniels: You are one cold son of a bitch, you know that William. They could have just broke Meade in half. Masters: Hey...CTT is here to win, it's not their fault they were up against the snobby bastards of UC. Upper Class got in their way to gold...and they paid for it. Of course Idolized may be a much stiffer obstacle come Pandemonium, Jarred. Fairbanks has rolled outside to check on his partner as the Thrillers have already made their way to the back, followed by Idolized as they literally stalk their next challengers to the back. Meade still lies motionless. Fairbanks calls for EMTs Several men come running out with a stretcher. They begin checking Meade for breathing. The begin placing Meade on the stretcher and start heading back toward the exit. Fairbanks has entered the ring. Fairbanks: Razor...Blade...get your asses back out here. You may have won this battle...but you haven't won the war. I’ll take you both on for Meade. It's time for the devils to get their due!! The lights begin to flicker and a countdown appears on the tron in bloody lettering

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The eerie melody of the last few weeks begins to play.

The nasty way the demons do

I exhale my wickedness in you

So when you open up your eyes I'm there to flatter with demise

There's nothing you can do

I am the children of the night

The storm in you that kills the light

Here I come

Charging out through your skull

My reflection in your eyes

You hear me laugh when you die

Evil deeds You satisfy my vicious needs

A wave of terror in your mind

Eats you alive

They laugh at you I swear it's true With blade in hand what will you do?

Kill yourself a fool

Suddenly they're right behind I've got revenge on your mind

You know what to do

Come try and catch me if you can I am the

Devil in a man

I am the evening and the dawn

The father to the morning star I teach the art of war

Sweet hate is pumping through your veins

The flame of fury burns inside

Exciter

I am the children of the night

The storm in you that kills the light

Here I come

Your Harbinger of Destruction

Lightning stikes the stage and the lights come back on as EMTs are strewn about and the Devil dressed as an EMT stands on the stage with Meade on a stretcher. Fairbanks stares white as a ghost as the devil just stares toward him.

Daniels: Oh hell, not that again.

Masters: Fairbanks is probably rethinking his words about now.

Fairbanks starts yelling at the devil as the devil begins to wheel Meade around.

Daniels: What's he doing?

Masters: It's the Devil Jarred, how the hell am I suppose to know!!

The Devil begins pushing the stretcher toward the edge of the stage. Fairbanks jumps out of the ring.

Daniels: He wouldn't!!

Masters: He would!!

Daniels: That's like a 20 foot drop!!

As Fairbanks begins running up the ramp, the Devil runs Meade toward the edge and lets go, sending the unconscious Meade sailing over the edge, falling 20 ft into the electrical box below. Sparks begin to fly as the box catches fire with Meade still strapped to the stretcher.

Daniels: OH MY GOD!! THAT'S INHUMANE!!!

Masters: Do I smell flesh burning?

Fairbanks roars before charging at The Devil, who easily side steps and like a flash of lightning he pulls a sledgehammer out from underneath his coat. He smashes it into Fairbanks’s spine. The smoke begins billowing heavily from the side.

Daniels: Where's the firemen...someone needs to put that out? A human being is trapped in that!!

Masters: Surely he's not who's been sending those eerie video feeds during the tag matches. He's decimating one of our very tag teams right now.

Daniels: Why did he even involve himself in this match?

Masters: Fairbanks asked for him.

Daniels: No he didn't.

The Devil grabs Fairbanks by his hair and DDTs him onto the stage. He then drives the sledgehammer into the ankle of Fairbanks. The smoke has turned black and Meade is nowhere in sight.

Daniels: WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE EMERGENCY HELPERS!!

Masters: Jarred look at all those EMTs strewn about...they're probably afraid they'd be next.

Daniels: What's he doin now?

The Devil has draped Fairbanks across his shoulder as he begins making his own way down to the ring. He drags the sledgehammer behind him. Once he reaches the ring, he rolls Fairbanks and his sledgehammer into the ring and begins rummaging underneath it. He finds a chair, two tables, and a 15 foot ladder. He sets the tables on top of one another outside the ring and throws the chair and ladder into it. He looks back at the tables and throws a hand in the air as both tables are set ablaze.

Daniels: What the hell!!

Masters: I think this is about to get interesting.

The Devil rolls into the ring as Fairbanks begins to stir. As soon as the Devil stands over him, Fairbanks looks up and screams and starts trying to push himself away from the Devil who just stalks him all the way to the corner. The devil grabs Fairbanks by the busted ankle, Fairbanks screaming, and drags him back to the middle of the ring. Devil lifts Fairbanks up and slams him with another DDT. He picks up the chair and blasts Fairbanks across the head before trapping the other ankle in the chair. Devil then sets up the ladder and climbs it.

Daniels: NO!!

The Devil jumps off driving a knee into the chair.

Masters: I heard Fairbanks’s other ankle snap right there!!

Daniels: He has a mic!!

Devil: CzW...I have come...just as I had warned you.

Masters: There goes your Serena idea.

Daniels: My idea...that was yours.

Devil: For many months...I have been watching CzW attempt to rise to the top. I saw them falter...rise again...then falter once more. It made me sick. So instead...I decided to do something about it. The Whole Damn Show and XTC was your attempt to finally breathe life back into the CzW once more. You still continued to fail...you have a defunct Women's Division...and you have a defunct GM in your midst’s. It made me sick even more. Then you have your X-Division poster boy. That's who I decided to start with. Cage Stryker...yes...it was me who played your music all those months ago.

Masters: He's makin it clear that he don't like any damn one in the CzW. That's my kind of superstar.

Devil: Then...the last Fiscus match...it happened again...I inserted my word of warning into that match as well. Fiscus didn't compete again after that. He instead watched as his opponents dismembered his partner. After that, I put my message up some more...till I finally realized...it wasn't enough. My words of warning were just shrugged off. No one cared..."

The devil looks down at the unconscious Fairbanks. The fire by the stage had finally been put out as EMTs were being carted out by the Anchorage ambulance. He looked back up into the camera.

Devil: So I decided to make them care!! I would not be ignored any longer. Eddie was first...and second...he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I made an example out of him...just as I have tonight on these two fools. So here I am...letting all of the CzW roster no that they are now in check. The Devil will be paid his dues. Isn't that right Fairbanks...isn't that right?

The Devil walks over and repositions the ladder over by the side the two flaming stacked tables are. He then returns to Fairbanks and lifts him up and over his shoulder before scaling the ladder himself.

Masters: That's some power...look at him just carrying Fairbanks up the ladder.

Daniels: What's he about to do?

The devil reaches the top of the ladder and throws one leg over the top of the ladder, straddling it. The Devil looks out to the crowd, then down at the tables before throwing Fairbanks off his shoulders and through the flaming tables.

Masters: DOMINATOR!! DOMINATOR!!

Daniels: Holy hell man!! Through the flaming tables from almost 25 feet in the air.

Devil: CZW!! YOUR HARBINGER OF DESTRUCTION IS UPON YOU!!

Lightning strikes the laughing Devil as the lights go out again. When they come back on, The Devil is nowhere in sight.

Masters: That's one steady ladder.

Daniels: What is this all about...Cage...Whole Damn Show...Upper Class...? Why?

Masters: It's simple Jarred, The Devil is helping cleanse the CZW of all the no talent losers.

Daniels: I think he has completely destroyed Upper Class. They had such a bright future here in the CZW.

Masters: Not anymore.

A blanket is draped over Meade by the stage as more EMTs run down to check on Fairbanks.

Masters: And that's a wrap, Jarred.

Daniels: My goodness me, I can’t get the smell of smoke to clear from my nostrils here, we need to take a break, but when we are back folks, look out for testing the Waters, it’s next!

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‘Testing the Waters' with guest ACE KING!

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‘4 Words’ by Bullet for my Valentine begins to play as the crowd react with a roar of boos and ‘You Suck’ chants.

Masters: Oh give this man a break, he as not even arrived out onto the stage yet and these arrogant critics are already booing him.

Daniels: I think they know what to expect, William, Shawn isn’t exactly a crowd pleaser anymore.

Masters: Well who needs these fans to cheer for them really, he may not please this worthless sheep, but he sure as hell impresses me week after week.

Daniels: What you mean last week when he not only walked out on his own match, he also tried to interfere in the main event, not quite as injured as he made out.

Shawn suddenly walks out onto the stage, now receiving even more boos and jeers as Shawn is seen to wear a neck brace, and limping around with two crutches.

Masters: How dare these people and you for that bloody matter boo an injured man. I bet if you saw a man in a wheelchair, you would point and laugh Jarred.

Daniels: He is not even hurt. He is a damn phony and these people know it too well.

Masters: Oh be quiet, he is about to speak, I don’t think the poor guy can even make it to the ring here tonight.

Shawn holds up a mic to his mouth, making it seem as though it pains him to even hold a microphone up. The fans continue to boo as Shawn talks through the sea of abuse.

Waters: Yes I know you guys are all upset at the fact CZW’s greatest superstar is currently injured. And I too am just as upset as all of you sheep. The only person you have to thank for all of this pain and suffering I have been through, and the reason why I couldn’t beat Cage Stryker last week…which by the way I would have done…that one reason…one man…is…

ACE KING!

The fans now cheer loudly with chants soaring around the arena of the World Champion.

Waters: You can continue to cheer and gyrate that fraudulent sycophant, or you can step out of your sheep’s clothing for once in your sorry pathetic lives and listen to me Dammit. This is a man who brainwashes his girlfriend to attack another man with a vehicle. This is a man who previous to that, try to run Matt Covey over in a vehicle. He is no better than Montana. He is a violent and psychopathic excuse for a World Champion, and I am fully intending to sue for the pain he has caused me.

The fans now chant the famous ‘You Suck’ chants again as Shawn takes moment to look around the fans, a face full of disgust. Shawn now throws down his crutches in a fit of rage.

Waters: But you parasites can look forward to a change! You see, I am a true warrior, I battle through the thugs in this World like Ace King and all of you, and as much as I may be in pain right now, thus why I am not gong to perform to you bunch of ingrates here tonight…for Testing the Waters or Active Competition…I am still going to compete in the Main Event of Pandemonium next week, where I Shawn Waters, will become the next…CZW World Heavyweight Champion.

I WILL BURY YOU ACE!

Shawn Waters now walks off without the use of the crutches making everyone boo even louder.

Daniels: OH LORD…IT’S A MIRACLE…HE CAN WALK!

Masters: Oh shut up you buffoon, you heard this brave man, he is a warrior, and Ace King isn’t going to get away that easily…

Daniels: WAIT A SECOND…THERE IS ACE KING…HE HAS THE CRUTCHES!

Ace King appears to have climbed from the fans onto the stage as he picks up the crutches, and now starts to attack Shawn with them, kicking him from the stage as the fans go ballistic with cheers for the World Champion.

Daniels: Yes! Finally we have the World Champion to save the day again, and Shawn is running here, how can he run Mr. Genius if he is injured.

Masters: He is brave like I said, and why the hell is this bloody scoundrel out here anyway?! He should be in jail!

Daniels: He is just giving these fans what they want, and Shawn may be able to run this week, but next week, it’s Burial At Sea, and it’s for the World Title, I cannot wait!

Masters: I cannot wait either, for Shawn to get justice.

Daniels: Anyway, up next, it was supposed to be our Sledgehammer up a Ladder match, however due to the unprovoked attack by Marsham earlier in the night, we will have to postpone it…here is what happened folks…

The crowd begin to make loud cheering sounds as on the Combat Tron, we see a backstage scene. Sitting in his locker room, we see Maynard O’Toole, not only preparing for his Non Title match later on with rival Justin Marsham, he is also just finishing watching the broadcast of Matt Covey attacking Eddie Rowan. A strange smile on his face appears as he whispers to himself…

‘Riot match…heh’

Suddenly there is a knock at the door as Maynard turns around in shock. The knocking continues at fast pace as Maynard switches the television off, then gets up stretching his arms out, wincing in pain as he does. Another loud knocking sound now is heard following by a grim sounding voice, though not clear what the person is saying. Maynard shouts out before opening the door.

‘Okay I am coming, damn you could have caught me at a bad time here, give me a sec-’

Suddenly loud boos come from the crowd as Maynard is cut off mid sentence, the door smashing open as a man is seen to charge Maynard backwards, smashing his spine into the TV set and then throwing him to the ground. The cameras show the man to be Justin Marsham, as he wears a large plaster over his nose, the same nose that was broken by Maynard last week on Overdrive with a sledgehammer. Marsham now begins to stomp Maynard down, not giving up as Maynard screams out. Justin now stands Maynard back up and throws him head first into the Television screen, then throws him into a large wardrobe, Maynard’s head now beginning to bleed. The fans carry on their loud boos as Maynard now steps outside, but returning quickly now with a large sledgehammer in his hands.

‘Maynard, you thought you could break my nose and get away with it? Screw this match we have tonight, I am going to take you out for good. You will never get your hands on MY Title!’

With those words Justin thrusts the metallic head of the hammer right into his gut, then again in the side of his head, smashing into his temple. Maynard flops to the ground as Justin now raises the hammer above his head, about to hit him again, Maynard now unconscious already…but to his savor a team of security flock into the locker room. Casey is seen to grab the hammer off Justin and restrain him, as the other check on Maynard who isn’t moving. The scene cuts off as Marsham is carried off, cursing and spitting at his opponent for the night.

Daniels: Just damn right despicable and unprovoked, and it wrecks our penultimate match for the night. But I am certain Maynard will have recovered for next week…and maybe at Pandemonium…it will be for the Title!

Masters: Unprovoked?! If you cast your mind back to last week, Jarred, you may remember Maynard actually broke Justin’s nose, now that was unprovoked, Jarred.

Daniels: He was protecting his friend, Maynard was, and next week, he looks to become a two time IC Champion. I have just heard in my ear piece, Maynard has just arrived at hospital, he has sustained minor head injuries, but they say situations are very stable, in fact they assure me Maynard should be out of there some time tomorrow. Anyway folks, we will take a break now, but when we return, it’s straight down to the Main Event match, XTC…

Masters: Implodes…Ha ha!

Daniels: I sure hope not, we will see you soon.

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH (Winner receives an undisclosed reward)
‘The Aerial Specialist’ KRIMZON BLAZE vs. 'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO vs. 'The Misfit' MIKE MONROE

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Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT FOR THE NIGHT!

‘Rebel Rebel’ by David Bowie begins to play, as the fans react immediately, diving off their seats and burst out into cheers.

Towers: First to the ring, he weighs in at 195 lbs and hails from Portsmouth, England…The Five Star Superstar…EL PABLO!

El Pablo makes his way out, jeering both sides of the crowd on the staging area. He then runs down to the ring, but stops on the ramp to give one of his masks to a fan members, keeping one still on his head. El Pablo then slides into the ring and mounts the corner.

Towers: And on his way to the ring now, weighing in at 201 lbs, and hailing from Tiffin, Ohio…The Misfit…MKE MONROE!

Mike enters out onto the stage with ‘The River’ by Good Charlotte playing. The fans stay on their feet as Mike hit’s a similar entrance to El Pablo, showing the X Sign to both sides of the fans before running at pace down the ramp and sliding deep into the ring. The music cuts as now ‘Headstrong’ by Trapt begins to play instead.

Towers: And on his way to the ring last, he weighs in at 235 lbs and hails from Detroit, Michigan…The Aerial Specialist…KRIMZON BLAZE!

Blaze walks out with an X Sign, as fireworks blast off in the shape of the X, an XTC logo. The fans scream for all three men as Blaze now makes his way down the ramp, clapping the hands of each fan on both sides, and then vaults over the ropes to enter the ring, all three men seeming to be now discussing something.

Masters: They may be friendly now, but I hope as soon as this bell goes, they realize they have no friends, they all want to win this reward, and I can’t be swayed otherwise.

Daniels: Even more, they all want to put on a show for these great fans here tonight,, its time for the main event folks, lets get it on.

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- The fans stand in appreciation as Pablo, Blaze and Monroe all knock knuckles in the center of the ring to begin the contest.

Daniels: I remember hearing from Krimzon Blaze a few days back, as he mentioned that all three of XTC may lay down for the count, thus ending in a draw.

Masters: That would be a very unwise decision, when Montana puts you in a Main Event, he expects the show of the night from these guys. They can try and say Montana is being fraudulent making this match as much as they like, but s much as they fight it, they HAVE to compete against each other.

Daniels: I really doubt they are frightened of the consequences William, but these guys know that the fans here in Anchorage want a spectacle, and deserve a spectacle, and just like XTC always do, there going to put on a spectacle here tonight.

Masters: Hey, it’s Montana who made this spectacle possible, these guys are just doing there job here, and if they want this Reward which Montana has kindly offered the winner, they better make it a worthy spectacle!

Daniels: Don’t worry folks at home, I can assure you, these three members of XTC are about to steal the show.

- The crowd are still loudly chanting for the team of XTC, all three men looking around feeling proud of competing in the main event. However, all three men know this is a match, and all want to try and get the win. Suddenly Mike steps up to face El Pablo in the center of the ring as the spotlight shines down on them. Mike goes to tangle up as El Pablo shoots around to the back, then dives up rolling through into a victory roll. Mike struggles out before the ref gets down for a one count. Mike now back up goes to kick El Pablo in the gut, but EP grabs his foot as Mike wastes no time, hit’s an Enziguri…NO…El Pablo ducks as Mike lands on the mat, El Pablo now runs off to the ropes, rebounds off as Mike is back up but EL PABLO HITS HIM WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK…as Mike Monroe now rolls out of the ring.

Daniels: Straight away we get the fastest pace action we have here in CZW, three legends of X Division Wrestling inside this match.

Masters: I am just glad I have my aspirin here with me tonight, I’m about to get dizzy very fast I expect.

Daniels: And now with Monroe out of the ring, it’s one down, one to go for El Pablo here now as Krimzon Blaze steps up.

- The fans cheer just as loud now as Krimzon goes to tie up with El Pablo. The Five Star Superstar quickly takes Krimzon down with a hip toss, as KB gets back up but goes down again with an arm drag. Krimzon gets back up now quickly as El Pablo Irish whips Krimzon to the ropes…Krimzon dives up though and vaults off the top rope…BACK ELBOW…NO…El Pablo rolls through ducking the move while doing a forward roll. El Pablo now keeps the pace up as he now also vaults off the ropes, this time the second rope as he does a Moonsault, however this time Krimzon rolls out of the way, dodging the attack, El Pablo with his veteran ways manages to land on his feet, expecting KB to dodge the attack, both men now back on there feet as Krimzon goes for a running dropkick which he hits, moonsaults off the chest of El Pablo who goes back towards the ropes, Krimzon landing on his feet as the fans are now in hysterics with appreciation. Krimzon follows up as he runs towards El Pablo, but the Former World Champion ducks, pulling the top rope down as Krimzon falls to the outside.

Daniels: My God some of the moves we are witnessing early on in this contest is mind bending.

Masters: Mind bending, and bloody cross eyeing!

Daniels: El Pablo getting the advantage straight away, both opponents ending up on the outside, El Pablo now celebrating in the center of the ring, these fans love it.

Masters: He better watch out though, not one, but two opponents now up…OH MY!

Krimzon and Monroe both back up both leap up onto the apron and up onto the top rope in one swift movement, El Pablo just noticing as he tries to run, but already both Monroe and Blaze are now leaping off hitting…

SIMULTANEOUS MISSLE DROPKICKS!!!!!!!

Masters: HA HA…El Pablo just got squashed like a bug from both sides!

Daniels: And the fans go insane, what a great start to this contest, El Pablo now out the ring, as Krimzon and Monroe now lock up!

- El Pablo is lying on the outside as Krimzon grabs Mike in a hammerlock, Mike runs towards the ropes as he manages to lever himself off, hitting a moonsault thus releasing himself from the hold, while managing to take Krimzon down with an arm drag on the fall. Both men now up again as they lock up for the second time…Mike now with the advantage as he grabs Blaze in a headlock, Blaze lifts Mike up though, going for a side suplex but Mike springs off, falling on his feet behind Blaze…MIKE HIT’S A REVERSE IMPLANT DDT!

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Mike steps off as Blaze kicks out, now trying to lever himself up on the ropes. Mike runs off as he comes towards Blaze…Mike pushes himself up of the ropes as Blaze lies across the bottom rope…DOUBLE STOMP down on Blaze as he chokes himself across the bottom rope.

Masters: I like that, Monroe using each part of the ring as a weapon, I was afraid these guys may go soft on each other, but Monroe stepping it up a gear there is just what this match needed.

Daniels: No chance of them going soft on each other, each one of these men want to win and wants to showcase their talents.

- Mike now lifts Krimzon up as he hit’s a knife edge chop, just as the match seems to be slowing down, El Pablo now climbs up onto the turnbuckle out of no where, from the outside but now he finds himself on the top rope…Mike and Krimzon notice though as both men step backwards, bouncing off the ropes as El Pablo loses his balance…and crashes down groin first onto the turnbuckle!

Daniels: BIG NUTZ GO SPLAT!

- Krimzon now climbs up onto he second rope, looking to superplex EP off. However Mike Monroe dives up over the top of Krimzon, now sitting on the back of Krimzon, right on the top rope…THE FANS EXPLODE AS XTC ALL ARE MOUNTED ON THE TOP ROPE!

Masters: TIMBER!!!!!!!!!!

- Mike Monroe hit’s a Hurricarana on El Pablo at the same time as hitting a Shiranui on Krimzon Blaze!

HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…

MIKE MONROE…MIKE MONROE…MIKE MONROE…

XTC…XTC…XTC…

Daniels: Can you believe it, Mike Monroe killing two birds with one stone there.

Masters: Yes only those two birds were his team mates and that stone you talk about…was his own body! AHHHH!!!

Daniels: And if Mike can somehow get a cover on either one of his team mates now, he may be able to get the win in this match!

- The crowd are now willing Mike on to get a cover, impressed after that show of floorless athleticism. Mike crawls over, finding Krimzon who is the nearest man to him, now reaching over and getting a cover…

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- All three men now begin to rise, all looking a little weary after the previous maneuver. Mike is up first as El Pablo follows, Mike now with a right hand, no, Pablo ducks picking him up…Side Suplex! Krimzon is now up though as he grabs Pablo fro0m behind…Release German Suplex…NO…PABLO LANDS ON HIS FEET…Mike Monroe is now up too as El Pablo and Mike…WAIT…KRIMZON BLAZE WITH A PELE KICK TO BOTH EL PABLO AND MIKE MONROE!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: How did he get both of them like that?!

Daniels: Both men in the wrong place at the right time, I doubt it though, Krimzon has perfected that Pele style attack to the point of well…perfection!

Masters: And yet another bloody thing to set these hyenas off…talk about giving me a headache…

- The fans are now beginning to will on Krimzon this time, once again, astonished by the high style attack he managed to make. Krimzon crawls over, trying desperately just to find one of his opponents to cover. Mike is the nearest as Krimzon reaches over, and gets the arm on Mike’s chest…

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Daniels: Wow de ja vu here, William.

Masters: De ja what?!

- Both Krimzon and El Pablo are now up, Mike rolling away from danger resting in the corner now. El Pablo ducks a right hand from Krimzon, then backpedals bouncing off the ropes, ducking another right hand, El Pablo now building up momentum as he bounces, almost flying off the ropes this time and SPINNING BACK ELBOW! Krimzon almost bounces back off the mat though as El Pablo awaits him, hitting now a hip toss and following up with a moonsault splash, getting the cover…

Daniels: Great series of moves here by Pablo and now into the cover…

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- Krimzon kicks out as the fans cheer. El Pablo now gets back up and sees Mike running from the corner charging towards him. El Pablo now slides underneath Mike then from behind dropkicks his back as he flies straight into Krimzon Blaze. Both men rise back up looking a little stunned and dazed, El Pablo grabbing Mike, now looking to hit him with a DDT. Wait no…El Pablo twists Mike around, could this be a Neckbreaker?! NO…El Pablo now dives up still with one arm wrapped around the neck of Mike, and now plants his feet on the shoulder of Blaze, wrapping his legs around his neck.

Daniels: These fans are looking a little confused here, as are we, what in the World is El Pablo trying here?!

Masters: Well we have already seen Monroe and Blaze hit a double attack, is Pablo trying one of his own?!

Daniels: He certainly is! MY GOD WHAT A MOVE!

- El Pablo pulls off a stunning attack as he hit’s a Head scissors takedown on Krimzon, twisting and throwing him off with his legs, meanwhile, hitting a spinning modified neck breaker on Mike Monroe. The fans are almost epileptic after that maneuver, making a wave of noise around the arena.

XTC…XTC…XTC…

- Mike Monroe meanwhile seems to be out of it as Blaze has rolled under the ropes onto the outside. El Pablo rises as he soaks up the appraisal from the crowd. Krimzon is about to get into the ring but suddenly El Pablo now hit’s a THUNDEROUS BASEBALL SLIDE! Krimzon Blaze flies backwards and actually topples over the guardrail into the fans. El Pablo now gets back up as he jumps up onto the ropes looking for the grounded Monroe. El Pablo now…FLIES OFF!

PABLO SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: El Pablo has it…HE HAS THIS ONE WON!

Masters: Just pin him and get this one over with, I need a glass of water, I need a rest, dammit I need a holiday after this one.

Daniels: El Pablo gets the cover!

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Masters: Was that a three?!

Daniels: I have no idea…the referee now gets up…

MY GOD NO…THIS MATCH CONTINUES!

Masters: Krimzon Blaze was like George of the bloody Jungle right there, where did he grow up?! In Africa like Tarzan! My goodness me this man isn’t the Aerial Specialist, he is a bloody chimpanzee.

Daniels: Calm down William, we still have plenty of this match to call.

Masters: Yes and it will be the bloody death of me, Jarred.

- All three men now lie motionless on the floor as yet again the fans are up on their feet applauding the performance these men of XTC are putting on for CZW. El Pablo is first to move, now levering himself up on the ropes. As El Pablo reaches his feet, Krimzon Blaze kips up quickly gaining another loud pop from the crowd. El Pablo runs towards Blaze but Krimzon quickly kicks EP in the gut, then lifts him up…

Daniels: I think the fiery Mr. Blaze is going for the Kode of Silence here…

Masters: No…El Pablo slips of the back! WAIT THERE IS MONROE!

Daniels: MONROE HIT’S THE BLOOD FROM A STONE ON EL PABLO!

- Monroe goes for a quick cover but Krimzon is quick to split up the count. Krimzon now lifts Mike up as he lifts Monroe up onto his shoulders…THE BROKEN KODE!

Daniels: Finally Blaze hits his finisher, but where is he going?!

Masters: The fool, he is so obsessed with top rope maneuvers, I think he has forgotten about pinning his opponent, you don’t win the match from leaping off the most bloody turnbuckles!

Daniels: You do when you can do this though…HOLY SHOT! Wait…NO!

Masters: MONTANA!

- Krimzon Blaze sits on the tope rope, now eyeing up the stage as ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play, creating not only a huge negative reaction from the crowd, but also Blaze too.

Daniels: Damn this man, so his plan all along was to wreck this great main event.

Masters: Not at all, it’s just the fact that he made the match, he has the right to end it too.

Daniels: Not like this he doesn’t!

Masters: Great! He is with the Jackal, and he seems to have made a huge recovery.

Daniels; Yes and isn’t that all so very convenient.

Jesse Montana and Karl Jackson walk down the ramp as Krimzon Blaze has now jumped down form the top rope, now signalling for them to get into the ring. Suddenly from behind Blaze coming out from the crowd, there is Matt Covey with a steel chair. He slides into the ring as the fans boo loudly, trying to warn Blaze of the attack. It’s too late though as Covey swings the chair with all of his might…

*CRASH*

Masters: Blaze the human fly just got exterminated!

Daniels: This was all a damn trap, I was right and now these three guy are in serious danger here.

Masters: Ha ha, I love Montana’s rewards.

- Jesse Montana now signals for Karl to get inside the ring as he picks up Blaze and Overhead Belly to Back suplexes him over the top rope, Krimzon already bleeding from that vicious chair shot by Covey. Montana nods his head a sickening wide grin on his face as yells at Covey to now attack the other two. El Pablo tries to stand but Karl swipes his legs as he flops to the ground. Covey now slams the edge of the chair down on El Pablo’s ankle, making him scream in severe pain. Karl immediately locks in the Jackal lock, his whole body going into snapping his ankle, ripping and tearing at it as Covey looks towards Monroe. Montana tells Covey to stand him up as the GM slides into the ring himself. Covey now starts laying into Monroe with rights and lefts, busting his nose up quickly and then lifts him up. Montana rubs his hands together as Covey thrusts him towards his boss, Montana now with a hard MONTANA EXPRESS!

Daniels: How long is this darn assault going to go on for?! Somebody has to stop this.

Masters: Montana can carry this show on for as long as he wants, we could be here all night, Jarred, I may buy some popcorn off that rather obese fellow up in the stands.

Daniels: Yeah your enjoying this aren’t you Jarred. Actions have repercussions though, I hope XTC gets these bastards!

Masters: Watch your mouth, Jarred, this is a family show…GO ON MONTANA…RIP HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF AND STICK IT UP HIS SHITHOLE!

Daniels: Yes…family show.

- Montana now begins to kick El Pablo, almost just prodding him, getting even more boos from the crowd. Suddenly there is an air of hope as Blaze jumps up back onto the apron and vaults over heading for Montana. However Covey spots it as he swings the chair. Blaze flies into the steel weapon, hitting it in mid air, head on.

*CRASH*

Masters: OH MY! What a shot, Covey should be in the Baseball league, he can swat those pests away with the best of them.

Daniels: He just hit another human being with a steel chair, William, that wasn’t a damn ball, or a fly, these men could be severely hurt.

Masters: Well they shouldn’t have turned on their friends then and tried to compete against each other for Montana’s prize. There is a moral to this story and that is don’t compete with your friends, you will only get hurt. Montana would never do that with his buddies.

Daniels: Montana has turned on almost everyone he has been friends with, and what in the World are you talking about William. Are you even on the same planet as the rest of us?!

Masters: I am on the same planet, and I am watching exactly what you are, three delinquents getting what has been coming to them.

- Montana, Covey and Jackal continue to beat down, all three XTC members now in a pile in the middle of the ring, all now virtually unconscious from the vicious attack. Montana orders Jessica to pas him a mic as she does quickly, in pure fear. Montana walks over to El Pablo as he gets Jackal to lift his head up with a handful of his mask.

‘Congratulations, Mr. Pablo and the rest of your little creepy-crawly maggots. You were correct. This match was for a special reward. I am a man of my word. The winner of this contest, like you guessed a few days ago in an interview I saw…

THE WINNER GETS A WORLD TITLE SHOT…AT PANDEMONIUM.

I was going to place one of you in a triple threat match with Ace King and Shawn Waters. But seeing as you put on one of the worst shows I have ever seen, literally destroying my main event and boring these fans…’

BOOOOOOOOOOO…YOU SUCK MONTANA!

‘You have not only bored these people, you have bored me too. So I did what any professional General Manager would do and I took matters into my own hands, ending this contest the only way I know best. And seeing as none of you have won my special reward, I have a generous reward still going free.’

Masters: What a kind man, even though his main event was ruined by these men, he is still going to treat one of his superstars to a chance of a lifetime.’

Daniels: I am not stupid, William, I can see where this is going. The only man who ruined this main event was Montana and now lets see what he does…

‘I am going to reward KARL JACKSON…a much deserved challenger to Ace King’s Title…HE GETS A SHOT AT PANDEMONIUM!’

Daniels: What a travesty, this man has not even wrestled for months and now he comes back in and gets a World Title shot?!

Masters: he deserves revenge against Ace King, the man who set up his attack, and he is a rightful challenger.

Daniels: Montana has set this up all along you gullible oaf. Ace King had nothing to do with Karl’s attack, I’m not even sure the man was really hurt. Montana now has Jackal enraged against Ace King, going for his Title, and the rest of XTC have been severely attacked by this monster.

Masters: Pure genius. I mean…would you stop your whining Jarred, Montana is trying to speak here.

‘Karl, congratulations man, I told you I would sort everything out for you. I hope you crush that violent thug, Ace King, and I hope you bring the World Title back to team Montana. Good luck Jacko.’

- The crowd are left in a fit of boos and outrage as Karl now holds his arms up in the air like he has just won the Olympics. Jesse Montana and Matt Covey swiftly kick each member of XTC in the gut again as they begin to leave the ring, followed by the new number one contender.

Daniels: What a sorry end to Overdrive, and a shameful way of going into Pandemonium.

Masters: Are you kidding. Ace King, Karl Jackson and Shawn Waters, that is a main event made in heaven.

Daniels: Neither Shawn or Jackal deserve this opportunity, and I am sick of Montana abusing his damn power. I just hope…WAIT…MY GOD…MY PRAYERS MAY BE ANSWERED…WE KNOW WHO THIS IS…

‘Here Comes the Money’ now plays as the arena stands to their feet, Montana and clan now staying in the ring looking angered and worried by the appearance of their bosses.

Daniels: MY GOD IT’S DEREK DAMAGE! The new Board of Director may want to exorcise his power here, and the fans here in Alaska tonight may have just exploded with excitement, while Montana may have just swallowed his own tongue!

Masters: Can’t we ever get rid of this old man. Derek has done nothing for the Company in the past year. And his son is even more bogus.

Daniels: Your forgetting William that together they own this company, Derek Damage is the founder and his son is the new Chairman of the Board, the same board good old Derek is now a member of.

Masters: Montana has made a glorious match, he better now try and overrule that.

Daniels: Praise the Lord. there is a God. And his name is Derek Damage…WOOOOOO!

Masters: Shut up you bloody retarded owl.

- The fans sit down and being to quiet down as Derek stands on the stage, holding a microphone up to his mouth, however is cut off by Montana, who looks enraged.

Montana: Before you speak old man, you better think very carefully about what you say. Last time you were out here, I made a threat to you, I don’t take that back at all. In fact, if you try and interfere with my plans here tonight, I promise, no I Guarantee that I will make you regret ever coming back to CZW…MY COMPANY!

Derek: NO JESSE THIS IS MY COMPANY…IT BELONGS TO MY FAMILY…AND ALL OF THESE FANS! WOOOOO! You can threaten me all you like, but your not going to break a Company I built, and a Company that my son runs to this day WOOOOOOO Jesse Montana…I OFFICIALLY OVERRULE YOUR MATCH AT PANDEMONIUM!

Derek…Derek…Derek…Derek…

Masters: Damn this senile washed up old fool, can’t he just let Montana run this place and butt out.

Daniels: He is here to make sure fairness is seen in CZW, and these fans love him for making his return. Montana if he was allowed to run things here would close this damn show down within a month.

Masters: Your bloody stupid Jarred, Montana is the reason we are here today, not Derek Damage, and certainly not these moronic fans.

Derek: It’s not going to be Karl Jackson in the main event WOOOOOOO…UNLESS…

Montana: Unless?! What are you getting at Derek. Just spill the beans before you have a heart attack on live televis-

Derek: UNLESS JESSE…UNLESS YOU AND KARL…can beat three men very close to you…in fact…there in the same ring as you WOOOOOOOO…IT WILL BE AT PANDEMONIUM…Jesse Montana and Karl Jackson in a 2 on 3 handicap match again…MIKE MONROE…

WOOOOOOOOOO…

KRIMZON BLAZE…

WOOOOOOOOOO

AND EL PABLO WOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOO…

AND THE WINNER…THE MAN WHO GETS THE PINFALL…THEY ARE ENTERED INTO THE MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE MATCH AS THE THIRD MAN…WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: my God what a match Derek Damage the old son of s gun has made!

Masters: This is ridiculous Jarred, Jackal deserved that match, and now he has to fight in two matches, one of them being a bloody handicap match?! This is just a biased…

Daniels: it’s not biased William, it’s set, and you and your Montana loving cronies will just have to get used to it…MY GOD THESE FANS ARE WILD!

‘Here Comes the Money’ plays again as Derek walks out wooing and waving at the many thousands of loving fans. Montana and crew now look at each other, a withered irate look on all their faces as the show begins to close.

Masters: Montana should not be overruled like this, he is a great match maker and the Damage’s are old news, it’s time for new blood to run this place.

Daniels: As much as you moan just like Montana is here, we have a great Pay Per View for you all next week folks. And as we have just heard, Ace King, Shawn Waters, and one of the five men in that match fighting for the World Title in a Burial at Sea match. I am almost speechless.

Masters: Well do us all a favor and shut up then.

Daniels: I am sorry folks, William Masters here has just lost his dummy, so I better close this out. Next week, join us live in for yet another Pay Per View, it won’t disappoint you, that’s next week folks be sure not to miss it. From me Jarred Daniels and my partner, William Masters, I bid you a farewell.

Jesse Montana
CZW President

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