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-=- DARK MATCH -=-
Rosman Ballard vs. Robbie Ramone

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Rosman came out with the Dungeon Master and entertained the fans with his over the top antics before putting Robbie Ramone away with his finisher.

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BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

The camera pans around the arena as “Gimmie A Riot” plays, the Brisbane fans jump and cheer and display this weeks signs:

“ALAN WHO?”

“BUZZ+COVEY+MAYHEM=More Hardcore than Ron Jeremy!”

“SHAWN WATERS IS A TRAITOR!”

And “RYAN SHANE BOUGHT ME THIS TICKET SO I WOULDN’T TELL THE WORLD ABOUT OUR NIGHT OF PASSION!” by the same creepy fat guy.

This guy.

Daniels: “Welcome to Overdrive, ladies and gentlemen, and I couldn’t be happier in telling you that it is the first day of an era in which we no longer have to suffer the presence of Alan Fiscus! I would personally like to thank Eddie Rowan for making this possible!”

Masters: “Psh. You should just thank Big Nasty.”

Daniels: “Nonsense. He was just doing what he was paid to do.”

Masters: “Wait, what do you-“

Daniels: “Tonight we have a great show for you! Incredible action all the way up and down the card as usual, topped off by what is sure to be an INSANE main event in the Death Cell for the Ultraviolent Championship! GM Theresa Baines is also in the building tonight and she has information of our next Overdrive’s main event, promising that it will match this weeks’ match in terms of insanity!”

Masters: “Let’s not forget that the trimming of the fat continues this week with a pair of Damage Control matches. Maybe some of THESE will be settled fairly!”

Daniels: “Either way, it’s time for our opening contest!”

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-=- OPENING MATCH! -=-
Riley O'Connor vs. Sledge

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Daniels: We are coming to you live tonight from the Brisbane Entertainment Center in Brisbane, Australia. We are in the mist of our Australian Tour. We have an action packed show this week, by nights end two members of our roster will be unemployed and in tonight’s Main Event, The CZW Ultraviolent Championship will be on the line. I am of course joined by William Masters and we are happy to be joined once again my Sid Simelia….

Masters: We are all not happy to be joined by Sid, please explain to me why he’s out here.

Daniels: He gives us insight to some of our Hardcore Wrestlers…

Masters: Insight, these men are mindless drones….

Daniels: Come on now William, they are not mindless drones….

Sid Simelia: Always so negative Willie.

Masters: Speaking of mindless drones, here is the king….

Sid Simelia: Where you not hugged as a kid Willie, maybe you can pay one of those broads you use for sex to give you a hug instead of giving you head one night.

Daniels: SID!!!!!

Masters: I DO NOT PAY FOR SEX!!!!

Daniels: Moving on, lets head up to the ring for our opening contest.

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Towers: WELCOME TO OVERDRIVE!!!!!! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being lead to the ring by Kitana Masterson, from Austin, Texas, weighing in tonight at 215LBS…..please welcome ‘THE SIXTH STREET SAINT’ RILEY O’ CONNOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘King of the World’ by Porcelain and the Tramps hits and Kitana walks out first and is followed by Riley O’ Connor. The fans let him hear it with boos as the two make their way to the ring. Kitana climbs up on the apron and opens the ropes for Riley.

Jessica Towers: And his opponent from Akron, Ohio….weighing in tonight at 290LBS……THIS IS SLEDGE!!!!!!!!

‘Albatross’ by Corrosion of Conformity plays over the PA as Sledge walks out with a metal chair, he holds it high in the air and the fans go nuts.

Daniels: These fan have taken a liking to Sledge after last weeks battle with Waylon Krew, people are still talking about that match.

Masters: Yeah they are saying, ‘did you see those two morons last week on Overdrive?’

Sid Simelia: Always a hater, no they were saying damn those are two of the craziest bastards in the business.

Daniels: Sledge climbs into the ring and Riley is telling the ref to make him get rid of the chair.

Masters: This isn’t a hardcore match….

Sid Simelia: This is the CZW, chair are aloud, hell they are encouraged.

Daniels: Well from behind Kitana gets down on all fours behind Sledge and Riley walks up to him jawing him, Sledge just smiles, but Riley get right up in his face, and shoves Sledge who falls back over Kitana…..

Masters: What a moron, did you see that?

Daniels: Well Riley and Kitana seem proud of themselves as Riley goes on the attack dropping a series of elbows to the chest of Sledge and finishes it off with a leg drop across the wind pipe of his opponent.

Masters: You are going to see the different levels of talent here tonight, one man can wrestle and the other falls for a second grade playground move.

Daniels: Riley thrusts his arms into the air and walks away from Sledge and climbs to the second rope to yell at the fans.

Sid Simelia: Big mistake, Sledge isn’t out and he’s back up to his feet, stupid ass mistake right there.

Daniels: Sledge from behind grabs Riley and pulls him off the second rope….SIT DOWN POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS HIGH IMPACT!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT WILLIE, A WRESTLING MOVE!!!!!

Masters: I wouldn’t have believed he knew what a power bomb was let alone know how to spell it.

Daniels: Sledge taking advantage of Riley being stunned and Sledge hops up onto the second rope…..

Sid Simelia: SLEDGE COMES OFF WITH A SECOND ROPE FROG SPLASH!!!!

Masters: I can’t believe this….

Daniels: Sledge going for the pin….

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Daniels: Riley kicks out, but Sledge stays on the attack.

Sid Simelia: That cost him last week, he learned from that defeat.

Masters: I can’t believe Edward Croft or Big Nasty will be fired by the end of the night and we are still going to have this guy, look at that toothless grin, I swear to god we scrapped the bottom of the barrel when we signed this guy.

Daniels: Sledge rips Riley up and sends him flying into the ropes and catches him and SPINEBUSTER!!!!!

Sid Simelia: And Sledge skies and drops a knee into the chest of Riley O’ Connor.

Masters: I would have never thought a fat ass like this could even jump in the air.

Sid Simelia: Keep it up Willie, your mouth is writing checks that your ass is going to have to cash.

Daniels: Sledge of course is friends with out UV Champion Buzzsaw who is of course friends with Sid here, be careful William….

Masters: Of course these fine upstanding citizens run in the same circle, we like keeping our criminals all together in case something comes up missing.

Daniels: Sledge drops down and fires a series of right hands onto the face of Riley O’Connor, and Kitana jumps up on the apron and is screaming at the ref.

Masters: And rightfully so, those are closed fists.

Sid Simelia: When did the CZW turn into a pussy company….

Daniels: Sledge jumps up at starts to walk towards Kitana, he is smiling at her, he walks up to her and….SHE SMACKS HIM RIGHT ARCOSS THE FACE!!!!!

Sid Simelia: That bitch has spunk.

Masters: That is no way to talk about a women.

Daniels: But from behind Riley is up and drops Sledge with a drop kick to the knee.

Masters: See once again this oaf turns his attention and it bits him in the ass.

Daniels: Kitana is yelling at Riley to grab the chair and Riley picks it up…he is measuring Sledge….

Sid Simelia: Willis why are you not screaming about the chair now?

Masters: Hey Sledge brought it in, he’s going to get what he asked for.

Daniels: Sledge is up and RILEY SLAMS THAT CHAIR ACROSS THE HEAD OF SLEDGE….

Sid Simelia: But look at Sledge he’s just smiling, his head is hard as a rock kid, you have to hit him harder than that!

Masters: HIT HIM AGAIN, HIT HIM AGAIN!!!!!!

Daniels: Riley is stunned and raises the chair up again but Sledge kicks him in the groin….and Riley drops the chair and drops to his knees.

Masters: That’s an illegal move ref, DQ him.

Sid Simelia: SHUT IT WILLIE.

Daniels: Sledge grabs the chair and raises it over his head….but Kitana jumps up on the ropes and grabs the chair, she is trying to pull it away…..

Sid Simelia: Bad move sweetheart.

Daniels: Sledge pulls her into the ring and grabs her….

Masters: Don’t you dare….

Sid Simelia: SLEDGE PLANS A KISS ON HER!!!! HE’S STICKING HIS TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT!!!!!!

Daniels: Um, I have no words for his.

Masters: YOU BASTARD!!!!

Daniels: Sledge releases her as Riley gets to his feet…SLEDGE DRILLS HIM IN THE FACE WITH THAT CHAIR AND RILEY DROPS TO THE MAT!!!

Sid Simelia: Get him Sledge, get him.

Daniels: Sledge pulls Riley up and scoops him up….BLOCKBUSTER ONTO THAT CHAIR!!!!!!!!

Sid Simelia: Ball game boys.

Daniels: Sledge covers…

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*DING DING DING* Jessica Towers: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH….SLEDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Sledge picks up his first win here in the CZW.

Sid Simelia: That a boy Sledge, victory party at the titty bar!!!!!!

Daniels: What a way to kick off Overdrive!!!!!

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+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=-TOLWAR TRIES TO PROVE HIMSELF!-=-
Chris Tolwar vs. Axel St. James

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Daniels: Last week we had our first DAMAGE CONTROL match where we saw the end of an era here in the CZW with the firing of former CZW World Heavyweight Champion Alan Fiscus. Tonight two more men will join him in the unemployment line.

Masters: Listen, nobody that’s on the chopping block is going to top us losing Alan Fiscus and tonight lets face it these four men who stand to lose their jobs, come on will it really be that big of a lose?

Daniels: Chris Tolwar, Axel St. James, Edward Croft and Big Nasty, by nights end two of these men will no longer be with us, this is the brain child of Derek Damage, so without further ado. We give you our first DAMAGE CONTROL MATCH!!!!

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Towers: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and is our first Damage Control Match, the loser of this match WILL BE FIRED FROM THE CZW!!!!! Introducing first from ‘The Funhouse’ in Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at 245lbs…..THIS IS AXEL ST. JAMES!!!!!

‘Quote The Raven’ by Traumatosis hits and these Australian fans are letting Axel hear it as he walks out. He stops at the top of the ramp and poises for the fans which draws more heat. Alex walks down to the rings and slides under the bottom rope sits down in the far corner.

Jessica Towers: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by the CZW Intercontinental Champion Mike King, from San Jose, California, weighing in tonight at 219lbs….PLEASE WELCOME CHRIS TOLWAR!!!!

‘You’re The Best Around’ blasts over the PA and the fans are mixed as Mike King walks out first and is followed by Chris Tolwar. Mike King walks to the ring as Tolwar motions to the fans and then runs to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope.

Daniels: But before Tolwar can get up Axel jumps up and starts laying the boots to Chris Tolwar.

*DING DING DING*

Masters: Look at Mike King, he’s beside himself that Tolwar didn’t get up fast enough.

Daniels: Axel rips Tolwar up and locks him around the waist and a text book belly to belly suplex!

Masters: This guy looks like he’s here to rob the concession stand not wrestle.

Daniels: Axel is self trained, and is showing early here tonight that he wants to keep his job here in the CZW. He pushed Tolwar over on his back and drops a knee to the chest of his opponent.

Masters: But look at him, come on man, where in the hell do we find these guys?

Daniels: Well Axel is rolling back out of the ring and grabs a chair and tosses it back into the ring.

Masters: This isn’t a hardcore match…

Daniels: Well the ref seems to be letting it slide here, Axel folds it up AND SLAMS IT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF CHRIS TOLWAR!!!!!

Masters: Mike King is trying to point that out to Jason Humel but he is going to let it go, and look at King…

Daniels: Mike King pushes Jessica Towers off her chair and takes it in his hand.

Masters: It doesn’t matter, in the ring King’s protégé is being beat like a mule.

Daniels: Axel is driving the end of that chair into the spine of Tolwar and Mike King climbs up onto the apron, Axel sees this and charges at King….

Masters: Axel swings and misses and Mike King grabs him around his head and hangs him across the top rope.

Daniels: Axel falls backwards and King slides Tolwar a chair. Chris picks it up and taps it to the ground a few times waiting for Axel to get to his feet…

Masters: Axel rubbing his throat and turns towards Tolwar….

Daniels: AND CHRIS LIGHTS HIM UP WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE!!!!!!!

Masters: And Axel is split wide open and is gushing blood out of his forehead.

Daniels: Tolwar tosses the chair into the air and starts yelling at King…

Masters: He’s looking King to praise him for busting Axel open.

Daniels: King screaming at him to follow up and continue, and Tolwar turns drops down on Axel, hooks his arm and leg and, well look at this, an old school Abdominal Stretch….

Masters: Mike King has this kid classically trained, he doesn’t need a chair or a table to hurt you.

Daniels: Well Jason Humel is half heartily checking to see if Axel wants to tap out but Axel reaches out and grabs the rope forcing Chris to break the hold.

Masters: Axel rolls out of the ring and looks up at Tolwar who walks over towards the ropes and yells for him to get back in there.

Daniels: Axel reaches into the ring and pulls Chris Tolwar out of the ring, Tolwar takes a swing and Axel blocks it and brings up a knee lift to Tolwar’s midsection. Axel grabs Tolwar by the head and sends him flying into the metal steps.

Masters: Look at Mike King, he is backing off and letting Tolwar work out of this.

Daniels: Axel walks over to the rail and is yelling at a fan, she is handing him her heel, and Axel takes the shoe and drives it into the forehead of Chris Tolwar.

Masters: Jason Humel should be stopping this.

Daniels: Axel continues to drive that heel into Chris’s face and Chris is screaming….

Masters: Axel is a sick sick man.

Daniels: Axel backs away and Tolwar is now busted open and the blood is running down his face, Tolwar is kicking his legs trying to wipe the blood off his face, and here comes Axel and drives his knee into the face of Chris Tolwar.

Maters: Axel wipes the face of Chris Tolwar’s and has his blood on it and, oh bloody hell, he’s wiping Chris Tolwar’s blood on himself, like it’s a badge of honor.

Daniels: Axel picks up Tolwar and sends him back into the ring, Axel yells something at Mike King but slides back into the ring.

Masters: Don’t forget, Axel St. James use to run with Kirkland who is stable mates with Mike King, so there might be some lasting heat between these two, and Axel would love to be the man that takes out King’s protégé.

Daniels: Axel sets up a chair in the middle of the ring and grabs Tolwar who has gotten to his feet, he whips Tolwar to the ropes and DROP TOE HOLD AND CHRIS TOLWAR’S FACE CRACKS DOWN ON THAT CHAIR!!!!!!

Masters: Axel shoves the chair aside and drops for the pin, this could be it for Chris Tolwar….

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Daniels: but Tolwar kicks out with authority.

Masters: Chris Tolwar still has some fight in him, he doesn’t want that pink slip.

Daniels: Axel rips him up and snaps him back down with a powerslam, Axel bounces back off the ropes and drops a knee to the face of Chris Tolwar.

Masters: Seriously though, can’t we just fire both of these men and bring back Alan Fiscus?

Daniels: Axel pulls Chris Tolwar’s up and lifts him up onto his shoulder….DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!!!

Masters: Chris Tolwar’s goes limp….

Daniels: Axel covers…….

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Daniels: CHRIS TOLWAR’S KICKS OUT!!!!!!

Masters: You have to be kidding me, and look at the shocked look on Axel St. James, he can’t believe he kicked out.

Daniels: Axel jumps on top of Chris Tolwar and rains down rights and lefts….

Masters: He’s pissed, he’s going nuts.

Daniels: But Chris Tolwar’s bucks him off, and gets to his feet, Axel bounces back off the ropes and Axel goes for a spinning punch but Chris Tolwar’s ducks it and drives a kick into the mid section of Axel St. James. Tolwar hooks Axel and lifts him into a belly to belly and then into side slam!!!!

Masters: DANGER ZONE, good job Mav, are you kidding me, this kid named his moves after Top Gun, what’s next, he going to challenge the roster to a beach volleyball match with ‘Playing with the Boys’ in the background?

Daniels: Tolwar pulls Axel up by the hair, and swinging inverted DDT!!!!

Chris Tolwar: ‘CHIPOLTE!!!!!!!’

Masters: Dear god, really man, I mean really?

Daniels: Tolwar grabs Axel’s right leg and balls up his first, Axel is pleading no, no, but Chris Tolwar is in some short of trance, look at his face.

Masters: He has bad intentions on his mind and by the looks of it Axel St. James is about to be speaking in a higher tone….

Daniels: COCK PUNCH!!!!!!!

CZW Fans: OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Masters: But Tolwar jumps up holding his hand and shaking it….

Daniels: Axel rolls up, no way he took that with no effect, but look at Chris Tolwar’s hand, he might have broken it or at least some knuckles, he’s holding it at a weird angle…..

Masters: Axel taps his groin, HE’S WEARING A METAL CUP!!!!!!

Daniels: He has that scouted, but Chris Tolwar’s who still is in that trance seems to be blocking out the pain and charges in at Axel, AND AXEL HITS A SUPERKICK TO THE GRILLE OF CHRIS TOLWAR’S FACE AS HE COMES RUNNING IN!!!!!!!

Masters: Chris Tolwar’s neck just snapped back…..

Daniels: Axel walks over and picks up a chair, he sets it up and grabs Chris Tolwar….he hooks him around the neck and flashes a sick smile……THE FUNHOUSE EFFECT DDT ONTO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!

Masters: THE SEAT OF THAT CHAIR HAS BEEN CAVED IN BY CHRIS TOLWAR’S FACE!!!!!

Daniels: Axel St. James wipes his face and now has his blood on his hand, he drops down and wipes it across the chest of Chris Tolwar’s and hooks a leg…..

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*DING DING DING*

Daniels: IT’S OVER AND THAT’S THE END OF CHRIS TOLWAR’S HERE IN THE CZW!!!!!

Masters: That means there will be one more person that my tax money is going to have to pay for!

Jessica Towers: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH……AXEL ST. JAMES!!!!!!!!! And due to this being a Damage Control match, Chris Tolwar’s you’re…..

CZW FANS: FIRED!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Axel rolls out of the ring with his arms raised and is talking junk to Mike King who is climbing into the ring….

Masters: This has to be tough to for Mike King…..

Daniels: Mike King pulls Chris Tolwar’s to his feet, Tolwar’s wobbles a bit but seems to be coming too…..Mike King shrugs his shoulders and METALLICA KICK TO THE FACE OF CHRIS TOLWAR!!!!!!!!!

Masters: What is going on, that’s his protégé!!!!

Daniels: Mike King drops down and starts slapping him across the face and head…..

Mike King: I TOOK YOU UNDER MY WING AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO? THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? YOU LOST TO THAT GARBAGE?

Daniels: Mike King pulls his protégé up, and runs to the ropes and DRILLS CHRIS TOLWAR’S IN THE FACE WITH THE IC BELT……

Mike King: WE ARE DONE, GOT IT, DONE!!!! I DON’T WANT TO EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, WE! ARE! DONE!

Daniels: I’m at a lose for words right now, Chris Tolwar’s is laying motionless in the ring and Mike King is heading to the back, Chris Tolwar’s has been fired and then his mentor just piled on….

Masters: He got what he deserved, and now Chris Tolwar’s hit the unemployment line and someone get that bum out of the ring!!!!!

The camera cuts backstage, where some sort of press conference or public address appears to have been set up. A stylish metal and glass lectern stands in the centre of the shot, placed a few feet forward from a black curtain that spans the width of the screen and beyond, emblazoned with the famous CZW logo. Between these two inanimate objects stand two people; one man, one woman.. both dressed in brightly-coloured wrestling attire, with masks concealing the majority of their facial features. The man - instantly recognizable as X-Champion El Pablo - stands with his hands pressed on the top of the lectern, supporting his weight as he stares down at the floor, a rather sombre expression on his face. The woman - obviously his partner Cristal - stands a pace or two behind the Five Star Superstar, her expression similarly downbeat, hands clasped behind her back, EP's title belt draped over one of her nicely-tanned shoulders. Despite the unusual lack of humour present in the scene at this time, the fans respond with typical excitement, all manner of whooping and cheering and propositions of intercourse ringing out around the arena. After a few moments, the noise dies down, and EP slowly lifts his head to make eye contact with the camera.

EL PABLO: Ladies and gentlemen.. I speak to you tonight, not to make jokes.. not to belittle the careers and livelihoods of lesser-known CZW superstars, past and present.. not even to make some grandiose claim regarding one of this company's title belts - mine or otherwise.

No.. I am here - live in the Brisbane Entertainment Centre...

CHEAP POPSICLES

EL PABLO: ..to apologise.

EP pauses briefly, allowing that sentence to sink in with the millions of people watching either in the arena or at home.

EL PABLO: Two weeks ago, in Sydney, Australia.. I, El Pablo, committed an act that not only had immediate, short-term implications for my professional wrestling career.. it could lead to potentially DEVESTATING long-term implications for the CZW - and indeed, professional wrestling as a whole.

That's right..

I..

El Pablo..

The Five Star Superstar..

Reigning X-Champion..

First and only Grand Slam Champion..

Hero to millions of boys, girls, men, women and fuzzy little creatures around the world..

LOST to Kimo Newton.

EP shakes his head despondently, as Cristal buries her face in her hands, whimpering softly to herself at the memory of the previous show's events.

EL PABLO: Now, I know that people will say I only lost because "Psycho" Sam Attic interfered, sucker-punching me and leaving me to the wolves.. and God love all of you for giving me that benefit... but that still doesn't change the fact that Kimo Newton now has a win under his belt against one of this company's top draws. And after all the whining.. after all the complaining.. after all the reckless endangerment of loyal CZW fans.. you can bet your ass that he's gonna make a monumental deal of this victory at every single opportunity! CZW is in for a whole lot of ego-peddling "I'M THE BIG DAWG!" spiel, and - to all intents and purposes - it's MY fault.. IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!

EP suddenly turns and wraps his arms around Cristal, burying his head in his arm as she responds in kind, a theatrical sobbing fit ensuing on behalf of both parties. As this is going on, attention is drawn to the far side of the screen, as home country-hero Shawn Waters steps into shot, looking a little bemused at the scene before him. He folds his arms across his chest, looking awkwardly round the room, waiting for EP and Cristal to pull themselves together. After a few seconds, Cristal does notice Shawn standing there, and signals to EP with a cough, pulling away from the embrace. EP turns round, but when he notices Shawn, he quickly spins back again, and starts "fixing" his appearance, as if casually trying to pretend the previous few minutes haven't happened. A stroke of the ears, a tweak of the boas, and some under-the-breath mumbling later.. EP turns back around, one hand on his hip, an achingly-cool pout on his face.

EL PABLO: ..Sup?

Shawn smiles.

Waters: Was the crying really necessary?

Shawn holds his hand out for El Pablo to shake, which he does.

Waters: I wouldn't worry too much about Kimo Newton...I'm going to shut him up tonight...what you really should worry about is the security of your title.

Shawn holds up the Money in the Bank briefcase.

Waters: I could come afer you title anytime I want...after a big match...tonight...right now even! But...I'm not like that! I want my title match to be fair...so you'll know ahead of time.

El Pablo nods.

Pablo: Fair enough... Just be warned.. if you DO come after the X title.. I'll be hitting you with the full force of an old-school.. El.. Pablo.. Experience.

Waters: I wouldn't expect anything less...

Shawn nods and walks away. He then stops.

Waters: Oh...and Pablo...losing to Kimo Newton isn't as bad as you might think...just don't let it happen again...

Shawn walks out of the locker room, leaving EP and Cristal to reflect on that brief conversation. A wry smile spreads across EP's face, as he turns to face his partner.

EL PABLO: So.. a Money In The Bank winner looking to cash in on El Pablo's X-Title? Better call Boris and tell him he's about to be brought out of retirement!

CRISTAL: Was that a 2008 reference?

EL PABLO: Shhhhhhhhh.....

*****

+++++DAMAGE CONTROL+++++
-=- TAG PARTNERS FACE-OFF WITH THEIR CAREERS ON THE LINE! -=-
"Canada's Finest" Edward Croft vs. "The Living Legend" Big Nasty

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TOWERS: "This next match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Damage Control match."

The crowd boos

TOWERS: "Introducing first... currently residing in New York, by way of Canada... weighing in at 228 pounds... He is 'Canada's Finest'... EDWARD CROFT!"

"Rock Bottom" by Eminem plays as the majority of the crowd cheers. Croft comes out, amped up and wearing black and white trunks. He high fives fans on the way to the ring.

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

Almost surprisingly, most of the crowd boos as "Battery" by Metallica plays. Nasty walks out, cool an collected, with red and black attire. He smirks to the crowd as he continues to just walk to the ring.

DANIELS: "Well here's another one of these Damage Control matches... we're seeing one of these men for the last time!"

MASTERS: "It'd better be Croft."

DANIELS: "As the bell rings, Nasty offers to shake the hand of his tag partner in Gods Amongst Men. That's good sportsmenship right there. I'm not sure why he was booed from the crowd, he helped CZW get rid of Alan Fiscus!"

MASTERS: "They're booing him because they know he is good! AND LOOK! Croft had accepted the handshake... and Nasty surprised him with a short arm clothesline! I love it."

DANIELS: "Cheeeeeap."

MASTERS: "Are you a bird?"

DANIELS: "I'll give you a bird! Nasty grabs Croft back up, and smirks to the crowd... okay, he IS cocky, I admit it. He sets Croft up..."

* THUD! *

DANIELS: "NASTY BOMB! ALREADY! Croft folds up like an accordian!"

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DANIELS: "And Croft is fired! He joins the ranks of Fiscus, Montana, and Tolwar!"

"Battery" plays again

MASTERS: "And I don't think Nasty could give two shits about costing Croft his job. He laughs to himself as he kicks at the fallen, much smaller man. Wait!"

DANIELS: "From the crowd!"

MASTERS: "Who could mistake that beast! IT'S GARRETT WILLIAM!"

DANIELS: "Looking for revenge, no doubt! Nasty doesn't see him as he steps over the guardrail, and gets into the ring. From behind! Garrett nails a heavy forearm to the back of his head! Garrett unleashes on Nasty as he is down, with kicks and punches! He picks the big man back up!"

* THUNK *

MASTERS: "Straightjacket DDT! He's completely side swiped Nasty here! He's now locking him in the Excaliber! Jesus that would hurt coming from such a giant!"

DANIELS: "As security comes down to try to break this up, we'll shoot to an emergency commercial. We'll be right back"

Ryan Lewis chases after CZW IC champion Mike King.

Ryan: Mike, Mike King!

King does not answer.

Ryan: Mike, can I talk to you?

King still does not answer.

Ryan: MIKE?!?!?

King finally turns his head towards Ryan. He looks mad.

King: What do you want shit brick? I am busy.

Ryan: What was that about?

King: What was what about shit brick?

Ryan: You beating up Chris Tolwar.

King: Oh that, it's a simple he is not welcome here anymore greeting. Where I come from in Buckeye, Arizona it is typical if people like him walk around like he has entitlements. I got tired of his bullshit and I dropped him like a bad habit. There are many more men out there that deserve to have a shot than him. I abused my power bringing him in and I realize now I made a mistake. I am sorry to anyone hurt by the actions of Chris Tolwar. However I am not sorry about taking his ass out and driving him out of CZW for once and for all. As he says, BOOM, know about it.

King pushes Ryan out of the way. He starts walk away and Shawn Waters is standing up against the wall. Shawn is tapping his money in the bank briefcase. King stops and look at him.

King: What do you want?

Waters: I am just offering a friendly warning, watch out you might be next.

King: Really you want to be "friends" after running me down on commentary for all those months?

Waters smirks at King.

Waters: I said that as a friend, perhaps I should have said as a competitor. I doubt the two of us would be friends anyway.

Shawn smirk disappears.

King: You and your idol threats, why don't you do something about it Shawn?

King steps forward closing in on Shawn.

King: Or perhaps you are too chicken to do something.

Shawn's smirk at King reappears.

Waters: Or perhaps I want bigger things than you.

Shawn turns and walks away from King as he is left alone wondering why Waters taunted him like that.

*****

-=- TAG-TEAM GRUDGE(s) MATCH! -=-
"The Hawaiian Hustler" Kimo Newton & "The Real Deal" Rob Wright vs. Fire & Ice (KB and Waters)

*****

Kimo and Waters open the match, starting out slow but soon Waters begins thrashing Kimo with clotheslines and kicks, followed by pounding him on the ground. Waters then tags in Blaze, who launches an attack with a few springboard moves before going up to the top rope for a Shooting Star Press, only for Kimo to counter it by getting his knees up! This gives Kimo the time he needs to get to his corner and tag in Wright. Wright now attacks the still prone Blaze, stomping away a few times before lifting him up and performing a series of impressive suplexes. Wright goes for a pin, but a kick-out is made at 2.

Wright tags Kimo back in as they begin to double-team Krimzon. Waters runs in to try and prevent the double-team attacks, but is quickly dispatched. After a solid minute of beating, Kimo finally goes for the pin, only for Waters to come out of nowhere and deliver not only a Spear to break up the pin, but also transitioning the Spear into a Waterboard! Kimo taps, but the submission is negated since Waters isn't the legal man. Wright finally delivers a boot to Waters' back to break the Waterboard, and the illegal men retreat to their corners. Krimzon is up first, but the double-teaming has clearly done its damage. He pulls Kimo to his feet and lifts him up for a Broken Kode, but Kimo squirms out and counters with a Russian Legsweep. Kimo tags Wright back in, who lifts Krimzon up only for Krimzon to respond back with kicks and a Twist of Fate that seemed to use up his last reserves of strength. Now both men are clawing toward their respective corners, trying to make a tag. They both make their tags at about the same time, but Waters is clearly the fresher man and it shows, as the strings of attacks favor him. Waters goes for a cover, but then begins a ground and pound attack as he only gets a 2.

Wright tries to inspire Kimo to get out of it, but just as he's about to come to Kimo's aid Blaze attacks, knocking Wright off the apron to the outside and then landing a Holy Shot! As this is happening, Kimo finally manages to escape, and the pounding attack seems to have exhausted Waters. Waters goes for a double-leg takedown, presumably into another Waterboard but it's easily countered. Meanwhile, Wright and Krimzon are brawling on the outside, oblivious to what's going on in the ring. Kimo goes for an irish whip, but pulls Waters back into a T-Bone Suplex, which is only good for 2. Beginning to get frustrated, Kimo goes up to the top rope for the Tequila Shot, when Krimzon notices and tries to disrupt Kimo. However, Wright notices as well, and grabs Blaze, performing a huge back suplex from the apron to the outside! Up and noticing Kimo seemingly distracted by the commotion, Waters charges Kimo, only for Kimo to leap off over Waters' head and Waters to find no one home! Kimo puts Waters in a roll-up out of the turnbuckle and gets the three-count.

As the bell sounds no one wants to end the match, as brawling continues both in and out of the ring, as security is eventually called to peel the combatants apart.

*****

We head backstage where Ryan Lewis is with Eddie Rowan. Eddie is wearing a CZW t-shirt and brown cargo pants, definitely not dressed for competition tonight.

Lewis: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Eddie Rowan, the man who last week, competed in a Damage Control match, not only winning a world title shot at Horrorcore, but also completely eliminating Alan Fiscus from CZW. Eddie, I’m sure you have a lot to say at this point. What are your thoughts?”

Eddie: “Well, on one hand, it’s great to be able to headline Horrorcore with a shot at the big one, and against my buddy Mortius at that. But it’s bitter-sweet, really. I honestly have a big problem with this whole Damage Control initiative. It’s just...it’s not right. People who have given their all for months to get this company back on track are just being let go because of Derek Damage’s ego. Nobody here liked Fiscus, and to be honest, I’m not too terribly sad to see him go. That being said, his career deserved a better end than it got. Unfortunately it doesn’t look like this gimmick of Derek’s is going to end, so I just have to consider myself fortunate enough to still have a job.”

Lewis: “And with that job, a world title shot in a few short weeks at Horrorcore.”

Eddie grins, nodding.

Eddie: “Yes, there is that. And how lucky am I to get the scariest guy on the roster at the Halloween themed show? I guess I-“

The lights suddenly flicker and go out for only a brief moment. As they fade back on, CZW World Heavyweight Champion Mortius is standing right beside Eddie. The champion is wearing his leather surcoat and he has the World Title slung over his shoulder. He stares at Eddie in intimidating fashion and Eddie moves into a more defiant posture, returning the glare. Slowly, both men begin grinning and then bump fists.

Lewis: “A..ha. Still friends, I see.”

Eddie: “Of course. And at Horrorcore, we plan on giving everyone the match of a lifetime. Two good buddies who have never faced off one-on-one going head-to-head for the gold. See, when we were in Beautiful Agony together, we-“

Another interruption occurs, this time with less theatrics. CZW Owner Derek Damage enters the shot, looking at all three men with disdain.

Damage: “Beautiful Agony is DEAD. And you, Rowan, are trying my patience. You have a problem with the way I’m running MY company? You take issue with me making people actually EARN their place within it? More than that, you think you’re really worthy of your shot? I’ve got a surprise for you, then. Congratulations, Eddie, because you’re the only member of the roster who gets not one, but TWO Damage Control matches! Next Overdrive, you’re going to face off against the man who led the team that destroyed Beautiful Agony...BRIAN KIRKLAND! You win, and he’s gone. He wins, and YOU’RE gone, AND he takes your place at Horrorcore! The stakes are raised, Eddie. Maybe now you’ll keep your mouth shut and know your place!”

Damage glares at all three in turn, shaking his head in disgust as he walks away, leaving Eddie and Lewis speechless. Mortius just watches Damage leave with a baleful glare.

*****

-=- IC #1 CONTENDER THREE WAY DANCE! -=-
Ronnie McNeil vs. "Father Hardcore" Waylon Krew vs. Godzilla Sawyer

*****

The Godzilla Theme plays and Sawyer makes his way out to the ring to a chorus of jeers. He simply grins smugly before entering the ring, pulling on the top rope as he warms up.

“Fuck the System” plays, and out comes Waylon Krew with his trusty weed whacker. Krew slaps a few hands on his way to the ring before entering the ring, motioning around his waist that he’s going after the gold.

Finally, “King of My World” plays, and Ronnie McNeil returns to the Combat Zone after a lengthy hiatus. He heads to the ring, ignoring the mixed reaction from the crowd, entering the ring and discarding his hooded jacket before facing off with his opponents, a focused look on his face.

*DING-DING-DING!*

Daniels: "There's the bell and all three men begin to pace around the ring. What a unique blend of styles we have here in this match!"

Masters: "A technical wizard, an old-school specialist, and a hardcore hoodlum? Everything except a bloody jumping bean!"

Krew goes for the lock-up with Sawyer, but Zilla jabs Waylon in the eye! McNeil comes in, nailing Ronnie with a fist, but Sawyer retaliates with a knife-edge chop! They trade shots, McNeil with right hands and Sawyer with his Flair-esque chops, but suddenly both men are caught off-guard by a charging Waylon Krew!

Daniels: "Krew with a running double clothesline that neither man saw coming! Waylon now pulls Sawyer up and whips him into the buckle...running shoulder to the gut drives the wind from Sawyer's lungs!"

Masters: "Krew measures Sawyer up for a headbutt...it connects, but Krew also looks like he dazed himself!"

Daniels: "Godzilla Sawyer is the last person I want to try something like that on..."

As Krew is dazed, McNeil runs in, sliding down and rolling Krew up in an attempt to take advantage of his dazed state!

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Daniels: "Close call there, but Krew was able to regain his senses and kick out of the predicament! McNeil is back on the attack, however, rocking Krew back with forearm shots, staggering him against the ropes! McNeil with the Irish whip, but Krew with the reversal...HUGE back body drop!"

Krew: "TES-TI-FY!"

Masters: "I hate it when he says that...what does that even mean!?"

Daniels: "Sawyer back out of the corner now, but Krew sees him coming, ducking the right hand and countering by scooping the big man up...BODYSLAM!! The fans here are behind Krew as always...they love this guy!"

Waylon appeals to his cheering fans again, and notices Ronnie getting to his feet near the ropes. Krew gets a full head of steam and charges in, but Ronnie hits the deck and pulls the top rope down with him, sending Krew flipping over the top to the outside!!

Masters: "HA! Testify to THAT!"

Daniels: "Textbook move by McNeil there showing just how much of a wily veteran he is. Ronnie now sizing up Krew on the outside...SLINGSHOT PLANCHA!!"

Masters: "Watch Sawyer!!"

As Ronnie and Krew struggle to their feet on the outside, Sawyer runs to the ropes on the near side, charging across the ring towards his opponents, diving between the ropes at them just as they stand!!

Daniels: SUICIDE DIVE BY SAWYER!!"

Crowd: "CZ-DUB!! CZ-DUB!! CZ-DUB!!"

All three men are slow to get back to their feet, but Sawyer and McNeil end up trading shots before Godzilla takes advantage after a cheap shot to the throat! Sawyer scoops McNeil onto his shoulder and moves to run him shoulder-first into the ring post, but Ronnie escapes out the back door, shoving Sawyer into the post instead!! McNeil whips Sawyer around and NAILS the FLAWLESS!!

Daniels: "FLAWLESS ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!! Just like that!! Sawyer could be done for!!"

Masters: "LOOK OUT!!"

*THWACK!!*

Daniels: "WAYLON KREW!! KREW JUST FOLDED THAT STEEL CHAIR OVER RONNIE'S HEAD!!"

Masters: "That lunatic!! This is a match to determine the contender for the Intercontinental Championship, not the Ultraviolent!!"

Daniels: "Yes, but this is CZW, and Krew plays for keeps!!"

Krew picks McNeil back up and bashes him head-first into the ring apron, widening a small cut that was caused by the initial chair-shot. Krew then whips Ronnie into the barricade! Waylon retrieves the steel chair and measures Ronnie up one more time.

Daniels: "Waylon looks like he's going for a Babe Ruth! He swings and-OH MY GOD, McNeil moves!! Krew checks his swing just before he clobbers a fan! McNEIL WITH A BACKSTABBER!!"

Masters: "That was beautiful!! Not only was it a backstabber, but he grabbed the steel chair and pulled it into Krew's FACE when he executed the move!!"

Daniels: "Truly innovative there on the part of 'the Enigmatic Angel!' It's clear that McNeil is not suffering from any ring-rust at this point!"

Ronnie is slow to rise, but he makes it to his feet, several fans nearby cheering after that maneuver. He grabs Krew and pulls him to his feet, rolling him into the ring, following and making the cover!!

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Daniels: "Wow, what fortitude on the part of Krew to kick out from that!"

Krew struggles to get to his feet as McNeil sizes him up. As Waylon stands, Ronnie grabs him in a rear waist-lock, but Krew connects with a back-elbow, dazing him! Waylon spins around and hooks Ronnie up for a FISHERMAN’S DDT!! Krew dazedly makes the cover!

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Daniels: “Another near fall there, but McNeil is not done for yet!”

Both men slowly make it to their feet once again, trading shots back and forth. Neither of them sees Sawyer, however, as he climbs to the top turnbuckle, flying off and blasting BOTH men with a flying axe-handle!

Masters: “KABOOM!!”

Daniels: “Sawyer blasts Krew and McNeil, finally having recovered from that Flawless on the outside! Sawyer picks Krew up and now goes for an atomic drop...ATOMIC DROP SLAM!! Godzilla now measuring Ronnie as he gets up...FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!!”

Masters: “DUCKED!! HE TAKES OUT THE REF!!”

Referee Jason Humel is knocked almost out of the ring with a flying shoulder from Sawyer, and now this match has no official. Sawyer is looking at the ref now, but McNeil whips him around, locking him up and driving him to the mat with the IMPERFECTIONS!!

Daniels: “McNeil has Sawyer down for the count, but there’s no referee! McNeil now trying to revive Humel but Krew grabs Ronnie, spinning him around and shouldering him before planting him with the Death Valley Driver!! KREW SPILLER ON McNEIL!! Waylon is pinning Ronnie, but no one is there to make the count!

After several moments, referee Darrin Powers rushes out from the back! He slides in and makes the count!

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Daniels: “Sawyer is back in action just in time to break the count! It looks like Darrin Powers is here to cover the officiating with Humel incapacitated!”

Sawyer chops at Krew, and then at Ronnie as he stands as well! The crowd ‘wooo’s along as Sawyer alternately chops at Krew and McNeil, staggering them both back into the same corner! Sawyer then mounts the turnbuckle, locking both men in front-face locks while standing on the second rope!

Daniels: “Sawyer looks like he’s going for the Atomic DDT on BOTH Krew and McNeil!”

Masters: “Oh, and look, Humel is back on his feet somewhat. Wake up and do your job, pansy!”

Sawyer looks to go for his finisher, but both McNeil and Krew begin punching him in the ribs! As one, Krew and McNeil lift Sawyer, carrying him out of the corner and then lunging forward with a MASSIVE double spine-buster!! Krew and McNeil both roll through, hooking Sawyer’s legs!

Daniels: “It’s a pin!! BOTH Humel and Powers make the count!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

The bell rings and Powers raises McNeil’s hand...and Humel raises Krew’s!

Daniels: “What’s going on here!? Who won??”

Masters: “That pin wasn’t legal! Sawyer should win by default due to both men cheating him!”

There is much confusion before “Diamond Eyes” plays, the fans cheering as Theresa Baines walks out onto the stage.

Theresa Baines: “Well, well, well, what an interesting situation we have here, hm? I have to say, after such an exciting match, you both deserve to be rewarded. Therefore, I’m declaring BOTH Ronnie McNeil AND Waylon Krew as co-number one contenders, and they will BOTH challenge Mike King for the Intercontinental Championship at Horrorcore!”

The fans cheer and both Ronnie and Waylon regard one another with grudging respect in the ring. They have a long stare-down as we head to a commercial.

*****

"Diamond Eyes" by Deftones plays over the PA. The crowd mostly cheers as Overdrive's GM, Theresa Baines, makes her way out on the ramp. She is wearing black business pants and a dark purple top. Her brown hair hangs down to his midsection. She waits for the music to stop, and puts the mic in her hand to her mouth.

BAINES: "Hello Brisbane!"

The crowd cheers

BAINES: "I am very excited to be in Australia for my first time! It's very unfortunate I had to miss the Sydney show due to travel issues, but I'm happy to be here. I wanted to take this time before the show began, to make a brief statement. I wanted to address this... Damage Control iniative."

The crowd mostly boos

BAINES: "Derek Damage, well, he is the chairman of the CZW. He is, technically, the owner of the company. So, unfortunately... there is nothing I can do to stop this."

More boos

BAINES: "But, I am still the Overdrive General Manager, appointed by the shareholders. Which means, Derek Damage CANNOT fire me. And with that position, I DO have power in this company. If he wants to rip this company apart, and fire good, talented people just to amuse himself... I will have to do the best I can to work with what I have. I can only hope he comes to his senses, and calls this whole thing off."

DANIELS: "I'm just glad Fiscus and Montana were fired. NOW we can call it off."

MASTERS: "Hush up, yankee."

BAINES: "With that being said, I am going to do what I do, I am going to continue to run this show. At Hatewave 3, which is by far our BIGGEST and most successful show to date, a match took place before the live feed came on. A battle royal, with the winner earning a title shot to be determined. We saw a lot of great talent who, unfortunately, doesn't get a lot of CZW TV time just yet go at it and try to make them get noticed. Well, I certainly noticed the winner. 'The Paragon' Alexander Slate."

The crowd mostly boos, but there are cheers scattered in there

BAINES: "This is actually Slate's second run in the company, but he's really catching eyes this time around. Winning the royal justified what we were already thinking. So, Alexander Slate will be getting a title shot. At Horrorcore. And he will be facing... the winner of the next match I am about to announce."

There are cheers for Horrorcore, and excitement for her next words

BAINES: "On the October 18th edition of Overdrive, in Perth... after an awesome match at Hatewave... Sam Attic, this time as the challenger... against the CZW X-Division champion, El Pablo!"

Immense cheers

BAINES: "AND... it won't just be a normal match like round one. It will be a match type we haven't seen in CZW in quite some time. A match we've seen for the X championship in the past. It will be what we like to call a FTLC match! FLAMING TABLES, LADDERS, and CHAIRS!"

Cheers get even louder

"Diamonds Eyes" plays again as Baines waves to the crowd, and goes to the back. Just as she’s about to pass under the Combat Tron, the owner of CZW appears on-screen.

Derek Damage: “Very, very clever, Theresa. That is quite the main event you’ve come up with, but I think I can top it. In addition to the flaming tables, ladders, and chairs…in addition to it being the main event of Overdrive AND in addition to this match being held for the CZW X Division Championship…this match will also be…”

Baines shakes her head, silently asking Damage not to finish his statement.

Derek Damage: “A DAMAGE CONTROL match!”

With a sadistic grin, Damage fades from the screen and a frustrated Theresa Baines heads to the back.

*****

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP DEATH CELL THREE-WAY!-=-
Jakob Mayhem vs. "Bad Ass" Matt Covey vs. "The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw (c)

*****

MASTERS: "Wow!"

DANIELS: "Yeah, an FTLC match! We haven't one of those in a long time!"

MASTERS: "No, you fool... she's HOT!"

DANIELS: "Oh, yeah... well... yeah, of course. She is. Anyway, and what about rewarding Alex Slate with a PPV X-Division title match? He'll face either Sam or EP at Horrorcore! And you heard the Owner…the loser of the Overdrive match will be FIRED!"

MASTERS: "Magnificent."

DANIELS: "But now... now it is time for our main event!"

MASTERS: "And what a massacre it is going to be, Jarred. Three maniacs in what they call a Death Cell... for the CZW Ultraviolent title. If you want hardcore, if you want blood, if you want violence... look no further than this deadly division."

DANIELS: "Definitely, and these three combatants are as extreme as it gets. Matt Covey, Jakob Mayhem, and the champion, Buzzsaw. Oh my goodness. The no escape cage has been lowered, and the crew members are placing various objects with no doubt in my mine, placed there to be used as weapons. This is going to be gruesome."

MASTERS: "The CZW showcases many different types of divisions, and its Ultraviolent one is the best in the world if you ask me."

DANIELS: "I have to agree. It looks like everything is set, lets take it to Jessica Towers for the introductions."

MASTERS: "I'd take it to Jessica Towers, mate."

TOWERS: "It is now time for tonight's main event!"

The crowd cheers

TOWERS: "This will be CZW's first ever Death Cell triple threat match, and it is for the CZW Ultraviolent championship. Introducing first... from Parts unknown... weighing in at 305 pounds, and one half of arguably CZW's best tag team ever... JAKOB MAYHEM!"

"Born in a Burial Gown" by Cradle of Filth plays over the PA, as the crowd mostly boos. Jakob walks out alone, no brother, no agent. He is wearing no shirt and black jeans, and combat boots. His long black hair hangs over a face damaged from the incident in Sydney with Covey's empty gun. He ignores the crowd as he storms down to the cage that encompasses the ringside area, and enters the door. He examines all the weapons as he awaits for the other two

MASTERS: "Mayhem looking hot here tonight, and he should be after Buzzsaw put out his brother last Overdrive. This is one hell of a feud, I tell ya."

DANIELS: "Quite heated indeed, and I hope for the sakes of everyone involved's future, that it ends here tonight. This is dangerous."

TOWERS: "His first opponent... hailing from wherever he damn well pleases, and weighing in at 225 pounds... a former tag team champion... 'Bad Ass' MATT COVEY!!"

"Tapping into the Emotional Void" by Excel plays over the PA. Most of the crowd cheers as Covey stumbles out onto the ramp. All three men are beaten up still after the infamous Scaffold match and incidents that have followed. Covey is wearing a pair of old jeans and is wearing this shirt:

He also ignores the fans as he puts out a cigarette midway to the cage door. He walks in, and the referee makes sure Jakob and Covey keep their distances before the match begins. Covey also looks at the weapons hung and strewn all over the place.

MASTERS: "That is the most insane man I have ever seen in my life."

DANIELS: "CZW would definitely not be the same without Covey's presence, that's for sure."

TOWERS: "And their opponent... hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in at 310 pounds. He is the current CZW Ultraviolent champion... 'The Hardcore Icon'... BUZZSAW!!"

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn plays over the PA. The crowd cheers as Buzzsaw walks out alone, with the UV belt around his waist. He is wearing baggy gray gym sweats and a CZW t-shirt. He poses for the crowd for a moment before walking down to the cage.

MASTERS: "Now let me get this straight... there is no pin, no submission... it's a last man standing match? So they beat each other so bad, the match ends when only one man can stand up in time for a ten count?"

DANIELS: "I believe so, yes. Head ref, Darrin Powers, is in the cage with these men but I don't think he'll be doing anything BUT the ten count. And knowing him, he'll stay far away from all three of these crazy men."

MASTERS: "Damn, that's exciting."

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw has handed the belt to Towers before entering the cage. He gets in, eyes on both Covey and Jakob. The heat is just broiling now, as he enters the ring. He also admires the weapons all over the place, and man are there a lot."

MASTERS: "I even see a kitchen sink down there on the floor! This is going to be insane."

** DING DING DING **

MASTERS: "Oh hell, there's the bell! It's begun!"

DANIELS: "Well don't expect to see classic wrestling moves and holds here, folks. This is going go be an all out bloody brawl. They all three stare at each other from neutral sides. They all begin to slowly move forward, in unison. They're almost within striking distance here, and now they're more hesitant. Covey and Buzzsaw look at each other..."

MASTERS: "And they both leap at Mayhem at the same time! No fair! They are ganging up on him, and try as he might, they overwhelm him. Each man taking turns with punches. Covey takes charge as Buzzsaw looks to get the first weapon of the match. That sure as hell didn't take long."

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw tells Covey to move..."

* THWACK! *

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw with a STIFF shot to Jakob's forehead with the weapon of his choice, the singapore cane! That echoed throughout the arena! Now Covey goes and gets... good lord, a hockey stick that was laying near a corner. Jakob is reeling from that first shot..."

* THWACK! *

MASTERS: "And Covey hits Jakob right in the same spot as Buzzsaw, with full force! Jakob falls down to the mat, and you can already see blood dripping from his forehead! That has to be a record for the quickest draw of blood in a CZW bout!"

DANIELS: "And it doesn't look like they're done, as Covey and Buzzsaw continue to team up against the Mayhem brother. They pick him up and throw him to the ropes... they each grab an end of the hockey stick and lariat Jakob with it!"

MASTERS: "The passion these three men have for each other in their hate is remarkable. You would have to live under a rock if you're a CZW fan and don't know what's been going on the last few weeks. Buzzsaw picks Jakob back up..."

DANIELS: "And Covey seizes the opportunity and nails Buzzsaw in the back of the head with the stick!"

* THWACK! *

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw stumbles off, holding the back of his head. Covey turns his attention to Jakob..."

* THWACK! *

MASTERS: "Another shot to the forehead for good measure! Jakob seems to momentarily be out of it, as Covey turns his sights back on the champ. He comes from behind and puts that stick over Buzzsaw's head... he's now choking him with it! Buzzsaw tries to fight it off, but Covey's got him locked up. Get 'im, Covey!"

DANIELS: "Covey finally lets go and kicks Buzzsaw hard in the back. He picks him back up and throws him over the top rope, onto the floor! He quickly follows."

MASTERS: "Well, you say quickly... none of these men are even near 100%. But their 65% beats your 100% any day, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "Thanks for that. Covey is stalking Buzzsaw as he begins getting up... Yakuza kick to the side of the head! Covey then mounts Buzzsaw and delivers a furious series of punches to his forehead! He gets back up, looks around... oh... OH MY GOD."

MASTERS: "Ha, yes! Covey picks up a cheese grater, much to the chagrin of the crowd! He has that sick smile we've grown to love on his face, as he takes that grater..."

The crowd: "OHHHH"

DANIELS: "Covey, with all his force, grates that deadly construction of metal across Buzzsaw's forehead repeatedly! Listen to Buzzsaw's yells of agony! This is not for the squeamish!"

MASTERS: "No shit, Sherlock! The blood immediately flows from Buzzsaw's forehead as Covey lets go, and look... Covey is licking the blood off of the grater! Hands down, the sickest man ever to enter a professional ring."

DANIELS: "You're most likely right, and we've certainly seen many sick freaks come and go in this company alone. Covey drops the grater and goes back to work with fists on that bleeding forehead. Jakob is still out in the ring, but moving slightly."

MASTERS: "You can never count that big man out."

DANIELS: "Exactly. Covey picks Buzzsaw back up and elbows him hard. He goes to irish whip him into the cage! !!"

* CRASH! *

MASTERS: "But Buzzsaw reversed it, and Covey slams back first into the cage, and bloody hard too!"

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw wipes.. or tries to wipe the blood out of his eyes rather, and grabs Covey by the neck. He lifts him back up..."

* CRASH! *

DANIELS: "And slams his face hard into the wall again, for good measure! Covey might be momentarily blacked out!"

MASTERS: "Now Buzzsaw looks around for an instrument of destruction... oh lord, he has his sights set on... a bloody LIGHT TUBE."

DANIELS: "He picks it up! This is not going to go well for Covey!"

* SMASH! *

The crowd: "OHHHHHHH"

DANIELS: "OH MY GOD! Buzzsaw just smashed the light tube right across the dazed face of Covey, shattering it into many pieces and causing Matt to drop like a bag of potatoes! He has shards stuck in his face!"

MASTERS: "You knew this would be like this, Jarred! Parents, if you have kids watching the show... sending those brats to their rooms now!"

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw in complete control now and ... OH! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! Jakob just blindsided Buzzsaw with a lariat to the back of his neck, and a move like that alone could cause a severe concussion!"

MASTERS: "Jakob kicks on Buzzsaw some, and then gives a few to the downed Covey as well for good measure. Oh, now what? Jakob lifting the apron up and getting something from under the ring... it's... it's... well you can't have hardcore without that! It's a table!"

DANIELS: "And he's setting it up on the outside! What does he have in mind? Nothing but violence, I guarantee it!"

MASTERS: "You saucy bastard, always with a quip. He has the table set up now and picks up Buzzsaw. Instead of instantly using the table, though, he throws the champ back into the ring while Covey continues to lay in a pile of broken glass and blood."

DANIELS: "Jakob follows Buzzsaw, and both men are now standing in the ring. Jakob throws a punch, no! Blocked and retorted! Buzzsaw hits another right fist! He runs to the ropes... OH! Jakob kicks him hard in the gut. He positions him for a power bomb! He lifts him up! He turns around and stumbles over... OH!"

* SPLINTER! *

MASTERS: "Jakob just powerbombed Buzzsaw from the ring into the table set up on the outside! Buzzsaw decimated that table with his back, and he's twitching like he just had a heart attack!"

DANIELS: "Mayhem looks around, and then looks at Darrin... and yells at him to make the first 10 count attempt!"

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..."

MASTERS: "Blast, Covey has stood up and sluggishly slides into the ring... right into a flurry of kicks from the Mayhem brother! Mayhem picks him up and vertical suplexes him, strategically placed to where Covey's back lands squarely on that hockey stick, hurting Covey's back just a wee bit more. That might be the only technical move we see here in this contest."

DANIELS: "This slaughterhouse, is more like it! Covey still has pieces of glass in his face, and although he's not bleeding as badly as Jakob or Buzzsaw yet, he's lost some blood. Jakob wipes his ass as well, trying to get the blood out of his eyes that is seeping from his head. Those stick shots opened up that tender wound left there by Covey himself, thanks to the butt of a gun!"

MASTERS: "And speaking of, LOOK! Mayhem has grabbed a hand gun of his own, WHY IS THERE A GUN IN THERE!?"

DANIELS: "You can obviously see it has no cartridge, William! I assume it's in there BECAUSE of what Covey did last show!"

MASTERS: "Well Jakob has it regardless, and turns around..."

* THUNK! *

DANIELS: "Jakob with some pay back, pistol whipping Covey like Matt did him last show! Covey is bleeding heavier now, as that tore some of the small punctures on his face more! Mayhem hits him again! Covey is going to be dead before this match is over, I just know it!"

MASTERS: "Buzzsaw is barely beginning to stir on the outside, as Covey is down. Mayhem yells at Darrin again!"

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..."

DANIELS: "Covey is up again, pulling himself up with the pant legs of Jakob's! Jakob is laughing at him, knowing his time is very near to winning this bout."

MASTERS: "Jakob is a sick and twisted man, Jarred, and -- OH! COVEY JUST SURPRISED JAKOB WITH A FULL ON LOW BLOW! Jakob's eyes roll up in the back of his head as he falls down hard! it makes me cringe just looking at it! Ouch!"

DANIELS: "Me too, yikes. All three men are down right now, with Covey making the most movement. Covey pulls himself up with the ropes this time, and stumbles over to Jakob, kicking him hard in the guts. Covey looks around... oh no. Covey sees... a STAPLE GUN."

MASTERS: "Holy shit."

DANIELS: "The crowd is electric as Covey picks it up, eyeing it with malicious intent on his face! He walks over to Jakob, and picks him up by the hair...."

* KANK! KANK! KANK! KANK! *

MASTERS: "Oh man, Covey with a series of clips into the flesh of Jakob, ending with one right in his forehead's wound! I am going to be sick I think!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is eating this up, as Covey is now the only man standing! Jakob is flopping around like a fish!"

MASTERS: "More like a stuck pig! Darrin counts!"

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..."

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw is back up and slides into the ring, breaking the last man standing count! Covey nods to himself as he then kicks hard on Buzzsaw, who is still wiped out apparently from that table shot."

MASTERS: "Yeah, I'd say so. I can't imagine this match lasting much longer than this, with all the hell these three have been through the last few weeks... I'm surprised it's lasted this long! These are modern day warriors right here. The Huns have nothing on CZW!"

DANIELS: "Covey picks up Buzzsaw, and positions him in a standing fireman's carry. Bad Ass tosses their legs into the air and drops them with a brain buster! That's the 'Blowing Out Your Brains', one of Covey's finishers! Buzzsaw was barely in, but he's definitely back out now!"

MASTERS: "Covey sees both men down, and as Darrin counts, Covey gets out of the ring to get something else from under the table. OH NO. He's got a board covered with barbed wire! He throws it into the ring, as Jakob barely stands up to break the 10 count!"

DANIELS: "Covey was already back in the ring, however, and kicks Jakob hard in the kidney from behind. He turns him around... DDT!"

* THUNK! *

MASTERS: "Jakob is back out!"

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..."

DANIELS: "While Darrin was counting, Covey positioned that barbed wire board in a corner and... well, he could have won the match, but he picks Buzzsaw back up himself to break the count. Covey doesn't care about winning, we all know this. He only wants to inflict pain."

MASTERS: "Covey slams Buzzsaw in the opposite corner, and keeps on him. He sets him up after a few more kicks... the irish whip!"

* THWICK!! *

The crowd: "OHHHH!!!"

DANIELS: "Good lord, that completely ripped Buzzsaw's shirt as he is stuck in the barbed wire! The look on his face tells it all! He's hung upside down, stuck to the board in the corner! Covey might win this right now!"

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9..."

DANIELS: "At the last possible moment, Jakob barely gets up on his feet, breaking the count and keeping this match alive."

MASTERS: "Jesus, look at him. Staples in him, covered in blood, pain on his face. Preseverence on his face. These three men are some of the toughest bastards to ever walk the face of the Earth. Covey runs at Jakob, nailing him with a few times with some punches. Covey throws Mayhem to the ropes... Covey was gonna back body drop him, but Jakob kicks him hard in the chest! Jakob then grabs Covey, and sets him up.... piledriver!"

* THUD *

DANIELS: "And for right now, it's between these two men as Buzzsaw is still stuck in that barbed wire, bleeding from multiple wounds."

MASTERS: "He looks pathetic."

DANIELS: "Go in there and show him how it's done, then!"

MASTERS: "Nah, Jakob is doing that right now."

DANIELS: "Can't really argue with that, as he's the man in control right now. He picks Covey back up, and slams him back down with a bodyslam. Some technical stuff here, but it's all ten times more painful after what has transpired. Jakob now on the hunt for something... he seems it down on the floor, as he slides out and picks up... a bag of something! What is in that! He gets back in the ring... opens the bag... spills out... THUMB TACKS onto the canvas!"

MASTERS: "Some classic hardcore stuff here tonight, a true homage to the division."

DANIELS: "Jakob now picks up Covey... he's gonna goozle him onto them! NO! Covey fights it off with some elbow shots! Covey goes for another DDT onto them... but no, blocked as well! Jakob picks up Covey from that position!"

* THUYD!!! *

DANIELS: "AND SPINE BUSTERS HIM RIGHT ONTO THE TACKS!"

MASTERS: "Gross! He has tacks sticking out of the back of his head!!"

DANIELS: "Look, Buzzsaw has got himself loose from the wire finally! Jakob sees it, and walks over to him... hard punch in the head. Each man moving and standing like a zombie here, each almost literally on their last legs of survival. Each man is covered in blood, with multiple sources, and looks like they've been in a war. They HAVE been in a war, for the CZW Ultraviolent championship. But that's really secondary, probably for all three men here. This is about WHO is the baddest, they all three have shown the world they are some of the toughest ever, but who is the toughest PERIOD? We're going to find out really soon, no doubt."

MASTERS: "Covey is definitely out of it right now, also twitching like a stroke victim. Tacks in his body, blood on his face. Jakob is in a sluggish control of Buzzsaw, the champion."

DANIELS: "Jakob drops a few forearms to the back of Buzzsaw, and goes and sets that barbed wire board back up in the corner. MORE of this for Buzzsaw!?"

MASTERS: "He deserves it!"

DANIELS: "... Okay. Damn. There's so much history between these two men, in past feds... they share the same agent, and Buzzsaw is with Jakob's sister even! That doesn't warm the blood though, as there is only bad blood between them. Buzzsaw put Jakob's brother Ezra out of action for the time being, hurting his arm really bad last show. Where does the pay back stop?"

MASTERS: "When there's not enough left in the tank to retaliate, I'm afraid. These men will send each other to their grave, I'm sure of it."

DANIELS: "Jakob has Buzzsaw up now and in the opposite corner again, and he's attempting to throw Buzzsaw right back into the barbed wire board... Buzzsaw blocks it! Jakob tries again, with his might... but Buzzsaw blocks it again by holding the ropes! Buzzsaw kicks Jakob in the gut, and gets behind him... wraps him arm around Jakob's neck and lifts up... THE PRAYING POSITION!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "Buzzsaw's deadly inverted brain buster, and now all three men are down again. Covey is just laying still now, leaving a puddle of blood where he lays. Buzzsaw stirs back up, and as he gets up, Darrin begins the count again. Buzzsaw is looking for something."

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8..."

DANIELS: "Jakob has stood back up, but Buzzsaw seems to have picked up something that was on the mat... what is that... is that..."

* BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!! *

MASTERS: "IT WAS A TASER AND HE JUST LIT JAKOB MAYHEM UP WITH IT! OH MY GOD!"

DANIELS: "HEY! That's my line."

MASTERS: "Jakob is smoking as he falls down in a mass! Dear Jesus, Buzzsaw could have killed him! I'd have to say Jakob is out of the picture now!"

DANIELS: "But Covey's not! From behind... ANOTHER LOW BLOW!"

* YIKES! *

MASTERS: "Buzzsaw falls down to the mat, and Covey stays on all fours, not fully with it obviously."

The crowd: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "These chants are deafening as this Australia crowd is totally into this main event."

MASTERS: "I can't even hear myself think, and you KNOW I have to hear myself think!"

DANIELS: "Covey rolls out of the ring, and he's looking for something else that's under the ring... it's another table. Oh hell. He throws it into the ring, and gingerly gets back in himself. He sets it up on all fours, near a corner. What has he got in mind?"

MASTERS: "Something deadly, I know it."

DANIELS: "He goes back over to Buzzsaw, and kicks him hard a few times in the ribs. He picks him up, and slaps him hard across his bloody face. Covey then headbutts Buzzsaw, to the point that he's transferred some of the shards that were in his face into Buzzsaw's face!"

MASTERS: "Christ."

DANIELS: "In control, Covey takes a moment to pull out some of the tacks from the back of his neck, much to the dismay of the crowd. I see people throwing up in the crowd, even."

MASTERS: "They're just drunk."

DANIELS: "Covey drags Buzzsaw over to the corner by the table, and punches him a few times. He begins trying to set Buzzsaw up on the top turnbuckle. The champ tries to fight him off, but isn't having much luck. He might be going for a top rope Blowing it Out Your Ass through the table!"

MASTERS: "Are you serious? That would KILL Buzzsaw!"

DANIELS: "Covey's point exactly, I assure you! He gets him all the way up now, and punches him more as he tries to join him. Buzzsaw is fighting it off, though. They exchange a few more punches... Covey is up on top now, as well... BUZZSAW WITH A RETURN LOW BLOW! Receipt!"

MASTERS: "Don't dish it if you can't take it! And that sick fuck can take it!"

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw grabs Covey by the arms... He's.... He's lifting him up!"

* CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *

DANIELS: "BUZZSAW JUST NAILED COVEY WITH THE BUZZKILLER FROM THE TOP ROPE, AND THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY GOD!!"

The crowd: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "All three men are down, however, and Darrin can't count! That might have been for nil!"

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw is slowly moving already, though, and the crowd is chanting his name in unison!"

The crowd: "BUZZSAW! BUZZSAW! BUZZSAW!"

DANIELS: "He's up! He lumbers over to the ropes, using them to keep up! DARRIN COUNTS!"

DARRIN, with mic: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!!!!!!!"

* DING DING DING *

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" plays over the PA, drowned out by the cheers of the crowd

MASTERS: "Holy hell it's over."

DANIELS: "And Buzzsaw retains!"

TOWERS: "Your winner... and STILL CZW Ultraviolent champion... BUZZSAW!!"

DANIELS: "Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed one of the most fearsome battles ever held in a pro wrestling event. By god, I hope this is over now. The cage is being raised, and EMT crews quickly rush down to the ring."

MASTERS: "This does not look good. This would probably be a good time to say goodnight folks."

DANIELS: "Thank you everyone for watching, We will see you in two weeks on Showtime! Good night folks!"