CZW - Presents OVERDRIVE


| December 5th | * Buffalo, New York * HSBC Center |



Combat Zone Wrestling presents OVERDRIVE

live on television from
- Buffalo, New York -
HSBC Center
December 5th 2008

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- ODD COUPLE TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

EL PABLO & RONNIE McNEIL -vs- THE JACKAL & MORTIUS

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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-

"Bad Ass" MATT COVEY -vs- "The Human Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM

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-=- EXTREME RULES SINGLES MATCH -=-

"OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE -vs- "The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND

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-=- SINGLES MATCH-=-

"The Living Legend" BIG NASTY -vs- "The Working Man" JA SAWYER

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-=- DIVAS TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

HELLENA & DIXIE CANE -vs- REVA DOUGLAS & TATUM REGAN

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=-

JUSTIN MARSHAM -vs- TIM TIMMONS -vs- MIKE MONROE

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-

"The Real Deal" ROB WRIGHT -vs- MOUNTAIN MAN

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-=- DIVAS NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-

DEBRA LOPEZ -vs- LEAH KIMARA

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* cZw! *

CZW's Overdrive fades in with the sound of an ambulance's siren. The shot is right outside of the HSBC center, as dusk has just came to pass. The ambulance pulls up, and immediately the two men in it get out and hurry their quickest to get a stretcher out and to the door. They enter, and the camera follows. Almost immediately inside of the building, a throng of people stand over something with worried looks on their faces. The two EMTs get to them, as they spread. On the ground lies an unconscious and severely injured Mike King. They carefully place a neck brace on him and place him on the stretcher. Brian Kirkland is watching on, with anger on his face, as Mike was to properly announce his leave of absence from CZW tonight. Everyone moves out of their way, as the EMTs rush Mike to the door and towards the ambulance. Krimzon Blaze walks up to Brian Kirkland.

KB: "Man, what happened?"

BK: "I have no idea. But I can tell you this... whoever did this, they're going to have hell to pay. And I can guess who it is."

Blaze nods and begins to walk away, as Brian Kirkland stares at the door with anger in his eyes.

The scene cuts to the live crowd, as music begins to blare and an introductionary fireworks display goes off. Music is playing loud as the fans are going wild. Various signs are seen throughout the center, saying things like "McNeil - Champion Elect," "El Pablo Rulez!," and "Fiscus & Covey sitting in a tree..." The camera pans around some more before the feed switches to right in front of Daniels and Masters.

DANIELS: I guess Mike King was taken out by Ala…

MASTERS: Don’t say what you can’t prove Jarred!

Daniels: Well anyway…Were sold out here in Buffa...*static interference*... for Over...*static interference*... and w... just...

The lines begin to bounce on the screen distorting the images and the sound crackles before the whole screen turns to static. After a few seconds, the images return to normal, but the scene is now set somewhere else. Nothing can be seen but a thick billow of fog. The camera moves through the fog and in the distance an image is made out. The camera gets closer and closer, until it reaches it's destination infront of a wooden cross stuck into the ground. There seems to be letters carved in the cross. The camera starts to pan close, it reads... ?inc... the ground starts to shake. The camera slips and crashes to the ground, sending the images to static again.

After several seconds of static, the scene reappears, this time as the cross is light on fire. The glow from the flames reveals an image standing next to the cross. Black boots and jeans are the only thing made out as the camera moves up and discovers a man standing next to the flaming cross. The black of the night hides any chance of revealing an identity. The only thing that can be seen is a heavy gold chain with a golden charm that reads CZW. The camera does a 360 around the dark image and stops at his back. Over his shoulder, in the distance can be seen the HSBC Center, which on this night is home to CZW. The man takes a step forward, seemingly towards the arena as the feed returns to the normal telecast.

DANIELS: Well this week’s Overdrive starting off with some strange incidents William, I would love to introduce the show folks but instead, lets just get on with the show, and I have just heard Debra Lopez is waiting to speak backstage…

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We are now backstage as the camera focus on the new QOC champion Debra Lopez who is just minutes away from facing Leah Kimara as she has her belt wrapped around her waist and a microphone in hand smiling with the two Jennifer's by her side.

Debra Lopez-What’s up guys. Last week at Collateral Damage I won this title right here. As much as I hate being stuck strictly in the women's division and not being able to show you where I truly shine I will defend this title with honor and respect. Tatum you gave me one hell of a run for my money last week but I was just the better woman. You have nothing to be ashamed of and I will be glad to give you another shot at any time.

Flicking her hair to the side as she continues.

Dixie Cane or whatever your name is if you ever pull another stunt like that again ill take you out myself. Many people have done this before and trust me they were never the same so consider this my Christmas present to you...a free pass. If you want a fight do it the old fashion way in the ring in a match.

Flexing her muscles while continues yet again.

Leah it seems me and you meet yet again. You got the better of me last time but that was last time and this is now. Now you are facing the women's champion and a pissed off champion at that. I know you are a worthy opponent and I respect that so I know this is going to be one hell of a match and the same with Tatum if you want a title shot in the future you got it but tonight is non-title so if you have something to prove tonight do it now I know I will.

Debra drops her microphone was heading to the ring as she turn around to walked away. There stood someone wearing all black on with a hood cover her head.

Person: So, you are the Woman Champion.

She lower her hood as she have this smile across her face with a bit of a smirk.

"The Mistress of Misery" Evangeline Morgan: I know you don’t know me but you will soon. I am "The Mistress of Misery" Evangeline Morgan who will debut soon but just know this. You standing here talking about how you believe you above all the women wrestlers that on the roster. Believe it or not. You not all that and you will be show that here at Combat Zone Wrestling. I will make sure I be the one to show you where you really and truly belong.

She smirks as she push passed Debra Lopez as she have a glare on her face as she walk away.

-=- DIVAS TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

(2 RP per person team)

DIXIE CANE -vs- REVA DOUGLAS

The crowd was getting ready to wait for Dixie Cane come out but instead “Last Resort” came blasting over the speakers. The crowd was on their feet for their hometown girl it seems as they starts to sing along to her theme song. She stood on the top of the ramp taking in the fans with her eyes close softly.

Daniels: This is suppose to be a match with Dixie Cane, Hellena, Reva and Tatum but it seems instead we having Ruthann coming out here.

Masters: In my mind she still cheated in her match against Hellena.

Daniels: Listen to this crowd. They are letting their hometown girl they are love here.

Masters: New Yorkers are idiots anyway.

Ruthann had on a pair of blue jeans that was a bit tight to her body wearing a black dress like top with necklace around her neck with her hair coming around her face. She play to the crowd as you could tell she was in a match past week. She had all these bruises you can see but could tell she was wearing them proudly. She step inside of the ring as she wait for the crowd to calm down some.

Ruthann: I know right now you are expecting to have a tag team match tonight but it seems Dixie Cane couldn’t make it tonight. I really have no clue why but as far as know she have some answering to do not just me and the board. She have to answer to every single of you have paid to see a match tonight in this ring.

She smirks as the crowd starts to clap a bit to that as she brought the microphone as she smirks. She place her hair behind her ear as she speaking.

Ruthann: As for Hellena she will be away it seems for awhile. The board have informed because of the match that happen over last weekend and the injuries she have receive in that match. She is unfit to be in the match tonight. So, that mean tonight match will not happen.

The crowd starts to boo a bit it seems as they heard this.

Daniels: The crowd isn’t liking this one bit.

Masters: I am not either I was hoping for some tits and hair flying tonight.

Daniels: Don’t worry it we still have the match with The Queen of Combat Debra Lopez against Leah Kimara.

Masters: Who I believe should the champion anyway in my eyes but Debra is one hot woman also.

Ruthless wait for the crowd calm down.

Ruthann: Don’t worry tonight match between Debra Lopez and Leah Kimara which is going to happen now. Play her music!

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-=- DIVAS SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP per person limit)

DEBRA LOPEZ -vs- LEAH KIMARA

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Ruthless climb out of the ring as the lights dim down as "Ricochet!" by Shiny Toy Guns blasts through the P.A. system. Out walks Leah Kimara to a purple, pink, and blue light show. She gets to the top of the ramp and looks around a bit before smirking from the cheers and boos she receives from the crowd. She bends over and comes up quickly with her hands in the air as purple and pink pryos sparks rain down on the set.

Daniels: Well it seems like The GM over the Women Division isn’t happy at all.

Masters: Well she is trying to run this women division when we all know she can’t. I do not know why the board thought she would be a great pick for this.

Daniels: Maybe because of the fact the woman love her fans more then anything.

Masters: How about you stop kissing ass and look over at one of the hot women wrestlers we have here.

The sparks continue as she walks down the ramp looking at the fans reaching for her touch. She ignores the fans as she waves them off and continues her way to the ring. After walking up the steel steps, she enters the ring through the lower and middle ropes. She gets to the farthest turnbuckle and stands on the middle rope, taunting the crowd with a stroke of her hair. She hops off and walks around the ring as she waves off the crowd's boos. She was in the ring and notice that Ruthann was sitting right at ringside it seems in the chair watching her closely as she smirks a bit over at her. The lights dim as red and orange pryo's erupt around the stage for a good minute. The pryos stop and the arena goes silent again. One final BOOM goes off the center stage and Ain't It Funny begins to play over the P.A System As Debra Lopez and sister Jennifer Lopes appears and manager Jennifer Montgomery on the center stage hands on hips gazing over the crowd as they cheer and whistle. They begin to strut down the runway as they shake their hips and booty to the beat of the song and slapping fans hands.

Daniels: Here come the Queen of Combat now Debra Lopez.

Masters: That woman along with Tatum show why they were the ones picks to become the new “Queen” around here. But now shut up I love this part. Hhmmm… Oh yea nice ass almost could see her panties almost.

As they approach the ring she slowly climbs the ring steps then enters the ring through the middle rope with one leg, bends over enters the ring with her body then pulls in their other leg *like Stacy Keibler did*. Once in the ring they goes to the center and being their sexy dance again as pryo's erupt out of the ring posts. She walked over to where Ruthann was sitting and point to the title with a smirk and over at Leah.

Before the referee ring the bell Ruthann brought the microphone to her mouth.

Ruthann: Now before we start this match. I am banning from the ring both your sister and manger again from this match.

Both Jennifer climb out of the ring and starts to speak Spanish all at once to her. Ruthann then gives them both the fingers as they are in shocked that felt disrespect.

Ruthann: Now take that anyway you want. Just like how last time this two when at it. Leah had Jeran out here helping a her in her match and if I remember correctly also one your also try to get in this match. This match between this two for once and for all will settle in a straight up match. With NO one helping either of them. Plus if she a good champion she will not need your both out here. Also a little note to the back if Tatum or Reva come out during this match anyone. They ass will be fine. Now GET the FUCK away from my ring!

She glares at them both as both Jennifer look up at the ring up at Debra as she just nods over at them. The bell rang as both woman starts to size each other up and start up in lock up it seems in the begin of the match as Ruthann sat back down.

Masters: I think someone got hit in the head too many times at this past pay per view.

Daniels: Ruthann is really pushing her weight around here to make sure things go right but I believe something is going up in that head of Ruthann over here.

Debra now have Leah in a headlock it seems. Leah push her against the ropes and she let go of the hold as she came back and try to go for shoulder block but it seems they both had the same idea and they both just stood their ground it seems. Debra give her a hand it seems as she then slap Leah across the face. Leah smirks and she came back with a slap of her own. Both women are now starting to threw punches in each other faces as it seems but instead coming back with a punch Leah slap Debra across her chest. Debra came back with a few chest chops came back a bit harder as she back up Leah against the corner. Debra then grab her arm and try to swing her across the ring but Leah came out of nowhere with a kick to the midsection. Debra is bend over when Leah give her a kick to the face that seem her on to her back.

Daniels: That was a hard kick to the face.

She stood over her and grab Debra but the hair and that when Debra rolled her up into a small package.

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Kick out!

Leah and Debra both got up at the same time and was running towards each other by Leah took down Debra with arm drag. Debra got back up Leah came after her and she took her down with a arm drag. They both got back up again as this time Leah came back with a close line that took down Debra. She climb outside of the ring and she looked over at Ruthann with a smirk. She then look over at Debra was still down on the mat and did a flip over the top rope and land on Debra with a leg drop right across her chest. She covers Debra.

1...

2...

Kick out!

She growls as she stood up and look down at her and grab her by the hair.

Do you think you better then me!!!!!

Debra push her off her as she hit Leah with her elbow. Leah is bend over a bit as she hold her stomach and Debra got up as she push herself off the ropes when Leah came at her she did a standing dropkick to Leah. The crowd seems to start get behind Debra as she was getting in a few move but she was about to go for a suplex and she had her up in the air but Debra move her weight where she landed right on her feet behind Debra and Debra when to turn around right into Eye of Ra.

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3...

Leah stood over her in the ring as she look down at the Debra in the ring as her hand was raised in the air. She took her arm away from the referee as she was start to walked over to where the Queen of Combat title was lay down at that when Debra pop out and turn Leah around getting in her face. Soon the women both were talking trash with each other. Ruthann starts to speak.

Ruthann: Now ladies… calm down. Leah tonight you have show why you should be the one to be against Debra at the next Pay Per View but you see there a little problem with that.

Daniels: What going on here?

Master: I told you the woman had too many shots to the head.

She climb inside of the ring as Debra now have her title over her shoulder as she looked over at Leah. They are just glaring at each other with hatred right now.

Ruthann: You see there are a few around here think that The Champion friend Tatum should have one more shot at the title but in my eyes she don’t.

Debra looked over at Ruthann confused as Leah grin licking her lips a bit as form a little grin.

Ruthann: To me Leah should just have the shot because of the fact when we had planned to have the Cage of Doom match for the title. She actually won her match to get inside of that cage to have her shot for this title. Due to things I couldn’t control that match was taking off the card. I couldn’t make the match at the last pay per view a three way because she lost that chance because of the little thing of missing her match but tonight she have prove to me that she want to be inside of this ring and she want that title over there.

She point to the title as Leah motion to her waist as the crowd boos.

Ruthann: In order for that to happen Leah I will have to put you in a match next week against Tatum to become the Number 1 Contender. Now whoever win out of that match next week will go against you Debra at “The Beginning of the End” on the 31st of this month for the Queen of Combat Title.

The crowd goes crazy as both women glaring at each other as she finish speaking and Ruthann song goes over the speakers “Last Resort” blast over the speakers as she walked out of the ring as Debra and Leah stood there in the ring glaring at each other.

*****-----*****

Daniels: What a way to kick off the first Overdrive following the events that unfolded this past week at Collateral Damage.

Masters: I couldn’t agree more. CZW keeps hitting homeruns every single show.

Suddenly “Fly From The Inside” by Shinedown plays, the fans erupting into a chorus of boos as Eric Collum, Gregory Grantham and Jackal make their way onto the stage. Collum smirks and almost appears to be basking in the hatred the crowd is showing him. Nonchalantly, he swaggers down to the ring with his friends in tow behind him. They enter the ring, Collum barking orders at Jessica Towers until she hands him a microphone from ringside, a frightened look on her face. Collum smiles, giving the crowd a last couple of seconds to make themselves hoarse from shouting at him. He leans in, grinning.

Eric Collum: Are you done yet?

Grantham laughs as this statement infuriates the audience even more. They begin to throw random cups and trash into the ring. A stray cup filled with something hits Jackal and splashes across his body. Jackal shrugs as Collum laughs.

Eric Collum: Hey Jackal, you did mention something about being thirsty before we came out here. But seriously, if you clowns will cool your jets for just a moment, we’re here to address some actual business. That’s right. We’re here to recap the most amazing turn of events to take place inside of a CZW ring, and it was all due to the efforts of the three men you see standing before you. We turned what could have been possibly the biggest bore-fest into an action packed extravaganza. Now all of you don’t have to thank us as we were just doing our jobs, but you damn sure have to respect us!

The crowd erupts into chaos once more as Grantham and Jackal talk back and forth, obviously making light of the fans and their idle threats.

Daniels: Respect? For what? These guys unceremoniously attacked several other superstars and ruined what should have been a crowning moment for the world heavyweight champion!

Masters: You’re a fool, Daniels. These sporting young men even the odds and helped to stop the assault that Maynard O’Toole’s friends had started.

Daniels: Oh yeah, and then they just beat the hell out of El Pablo for fun, right?

Masters: Of course. It’s what I would have done.

Eric Colum: Everyone was shocked to see that a man capable of nothing but violence, had the social skills needed to put together a vast and impressive stable called… Wait. What was it called? Whole Dumb Slow? Well, it doesn’t matter what they were called, because simply put, what should have been their golden opportunity to show dominance, backfired when the three of us beat them at their own game. Not only did we outshine them at Collateral Damage, but we showed the world what the three of us are capable of. The CZW is officially on notice, and everybody, from the announcers to the world champion had better take notice and watch their steps!

“Pet” by A Perfect Circle suddenly cuts Collum off. The arena becomes a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers, unlike the full on hatred that Collum had received. “Bad Ass” Matt Covey, Alan Fiscus, Maynard O’Toole, Big Nasty, and Eddie Rowan come marching down the ramp, individual titles in hand. They stop halfway down the ramp, Matt holding a mic.

Masters: And now we’re joined by the Whole Damn Show.

Daniels: This could be explosive!

As the crowd dies down, Matt gazes at the crowd awkwardly.

Bad Ass: Who in the hell told you guys you could cheer for us? When the hell did THAT happen?

The guys laugh as the crowd suddenly delivers a few more cheers. Matt just shrugs.

Bad Ass: Now I’m sure everybody witnessed something life changing last night. I had been preaching for weeks now about how a change was coming to CZW. And truth be told, most of you might have seen Nasty coming over. After all, it’s only obvious that a man of his potential should want to escape the monotony of being a sidekick when clearly he was born to shine under the spotlight. But nobody, and I mean NOBODY saw Eddie Rowan coming. That has to honestly be the blindside of the year!

Though the cheers can still be heard, the thought of the crowd’s X-Division hero being corrupted brings back a healthy wave of jeers from the crowd. Matt smiles at the familiar sound.

Bad Ass: As I had promised, change arrived at Collateral Damage. And it’s effects will continue to be felt for weeks to come. Look at the combined talent we have here. I enlisted the friendship of the greatest general manager the CZW has ever known, “The One Man Riot” Alan Fiscus! I I then asked for the favor of a close friend of mine, receiving the back up of the longest reigning Intercontinental champion and the best member the System of Supremacy had to offer, Maynard O’Toole! And as if that wasn’t enough, I offered an invitation to the greatest X-Division champ the CZW has ever seen, taking the leg that held Beautiful Agony up, Eddie Rowan! And last but certainly not least, I set free on the CZW the biggest meanest son of a bitch to ever grace this sport in any federation, stripping away the glue that was holding the Outlaws together, Big Nasty! In one fell swoop, we have cut down SoS, Beautiful Agony, and the Outlaws without having to lay a single hand on any of them!

Masters: He’s right. We may as well stop printing merchandise for all of those groups, their days are done!

Daniels: I think you’re right. That’s depressing.

Bad Ass: I’ve taken the best each group had to offer and bringing them together we have made the best group this industry has ever seen! Any single one of us can easily live without the CZW, because let’s be honest, we don’t need it. We could shine no matter where we went. But on the other side of that spectrum, the CZW CAN NOT live without us! We aren’t simply card fillers like the rest of these jokers that run around in their tighty whiteys, we’re better than that. We will no longer be satisfied taking part of the show, when in reality we are the “Whole Damn Show”!

Alan then takes the mic out of Matt's hand.

Alan: From the opening match, to the main event, we are the heat that packs the seats! I look out there, and I see the faces of those who are cheering.. who already know the score... and then I see the faces of those who are booing, and I see in your eyes that you know how unstoppable we are. So swallow your pride and bow down, bitches!

The crowd mostly boo, and Eric Collum has had enough.

Eric: Who in the hell do you think you are? This is OUR time, just as this is OUR show. You are a drunk, a cripple, and three loud mouth bottom feeders. We call the shots around here, just like we did at Collateral Damage. We owned you rejects!

Alan: Oh, that's right, sorry.. we didn't see you there, Eric. So you owned us? I can't speak for anyone else, but you didn't lay a finger on me. Down there at the announcer's table, you threw a bottle of water at me, I came over, and you proceeded to swat at me like a sissy girl. Then, as you tried to steal our thunder to close the show, you sloppily swung a chair at me that was so far off the mark, someone had to remind me to leave the ring. What do you have? Eric Collum? The TV Champion? I'm the CZW Pay-Per-View Champion, and you can be damn sure my ratings destroy yours. The results are in, and your show SUCKS. Gregory Grantham? That pu**y is too busy shoving needles up his ass to be bothered with actually wrestling a match. Karl Jackson? The Intercontinental champion. You may have broken some legs of has been nobodies who have since disappeared, but if you EVER get in that ring with me.. you're gonna have my boot shoved so far up your ass you'll be shining my shoe with your teeth. Eric Collum, you ain't got shit in that ring. You're looking at the deadliest ensemble of superstars this company has ever seen. From pillar to post, it is US that own YOUR ass, son.

The rest of the Whole Damn Show appears to agree as they nod. Matt eyes Eric, a look of contempt growing on his face.

Bad Ass: How did you do it, Eric? For weeks now, I made announcement after announcement, speech after speech about how me and the boys were going to take our grievances straight to the people who run this hell hole and in the process take the CZW back for ourselves. And somewhere along the way you sneak up from behind, as you have a habit of doing mind you, and piggy back on my idea. You not only stole our idea, but you hid in the shadows in a vain attempt to take us out of the picture. Well you fucked up Plan A because as you can clearly see, we’re still standing. As a matter of fact, allow us to be first in line when we tell you that we’re nobody’s stepping stones and you just made the list. Two weeks ago, Maynard and myself put you and Grantham in your place, and tonight a get a second chance to do the same.

Eric Collum: Last time? You chumps had Alan Fiscus watching your back! Let’s see how you fare without your boys by your side!

Bad Ass: What? You scared of the handicap?

The crowd laughs at the statement, causing Eric to make threatening gestures at the crowd as he yells for them to shut up. Matt smirks as the crowd calms back down.

Bad Ass: Look at me Eric. I’m a big boy. I can hold my own. I promise you that here tonight I will take to that very ring you’re standing in, by myself, and I’ll beat the notion out of you that you’ve suddenly become the best thing to grace the cover of a wrestling magazine. However, in return you better keep those rabid bulls of your on a leash, unless of course you want them put down.

Eric Collum: That’s the way you want it, Covey? Fine! Just you and me tonight! And after I’ve ripped you a new one, there will be no doubt in anyone’s minds that the most dominant force in the CZW is… is…

Bad Ass: What? You boys don’t even have a name yet? Might I say that this has got to be the biggest debut of a bunch of losers that I have never wanted to see. And as far as most dominant faction in the CZW goes, I think the name you’re looking for is The Whole Damn…

Matt is suddenly interrupted as “Guerilla Radio” by Rage Against the Machine, fills the arena. The crowd bursts into unanimous cheers. Much to everybody else’s shock, XTC hit’s the top of the stage. Pablo bounces around to the cheers of the fans, the world heavyweight title draped across his shoulder. Krimzon Blaze and Ruthless Aggression join him, looking about to their adoring fans.

Daniels: this is getting bigger by the minute! XTC has now taken to the stage while the Whole Damn Show stand between them and Collum’s gang in the ring!

Masters: Well, don’t go popping a boner or anything, Daniels.

Pablo waves his hands, silencing the crowd as he draws his own microphone close as to speak. However, rather than verbalize straight away, he arches his back and stretches his arms out to the side, as if letting out a huge yawn.

El Pablo: ..Oh, sorry.. were you guys done?

A ripple of laughter emanates from the crowd, as the CZW Superstars on the ramp and in the ring look up at the XTC members with a scowl. El Pablo, completely unfazed, just looks around at the CZW fans with a wry smile on his face.

El Pablo: Now, while I can appreciate the excitement that each and every one of you is feeling right now at actually finding a group of like-minded deviants to take part in your after-show "special circles".. it does seem as though something's been forgotten amongst all these latest developments.

See, while you guys may all be out here trying to convince the CZW fans that it's "your time", that the rest of the CZW is "on notice", and that you're the "most destructive force in CZW today".. I can't help but get the feeling that you've all overlooked THE most exciting, influential, groundbreaking, exciting, Five Star stable in CZW history..

That of course, my friends, is Team XTC.

Over the course of this past year, no CZW entity has sold more merchandise.. filled more arenas.. and held more gold than XTC. We've seen THREE World Heavyweight Champions.. the first EVER North American and Global Tag Team Champions.. the first ever CZW Multi-Champion.. The lo-SECOND longest reigning X-Champion.. The shortest reigning X-Champion..

*Blaze holds his arms out in protest, as EP turns and looks back at his stablemate.*

El Pablo: What? Me and you man.. *thumps chest*

EP turns back to face the ring.

El Pablo: The point is.. if you boys REALLY wanna prove yourselves as the biggest and baddest sons-of-bitches rocking the CZW.. then you'd best prepare to get yourselves fixed up with an ALMIGHTY dose of Team XTC!

Now I know what you're thinking.. no Ace King, no Ed Covey, no Shawn.. *turns to KB again* no Shawn Waters?

*KB just shrugs.*

El Pablo: ..But believe me, this right here *points at each of the XTC members stood on stage* is more than a match for anything you bunch of back-stabbing, back-alley banditos can throw our way.

So, Gregory Grantham, Karl Jackson, Eric Collum, Matt Covey, Alan Fiscus, Maynard O'Toole, Big Nasty, John Belushi..

*EP hands the mic over to KB.*

Krimzon Blaze: The Kode Of Silence..

Crowd: HAS CHOSEN YOU!!!

*KB hands the mic back to EP.*

El Pablo: For an EL.. PABLO.. EXPERIENCE!!!

The fans explode into cheers for XTC as their foes down below scowl with grimacing faces. Pablo takes a bow as his crew turns to exit the stage. As they make their way back through the curtain, they are suddenly rushed as Tim Timmons forces his way past them out onto the stage.

Daniels: Good lord! When does it end?!?

Masters: I have no clue, Daniels. We may see the entire roster all at once before we’re done here.

Daniels: What possible reason could Tim Timmons have for coming out here?

Pablo points a finger at Timmons’ chest, causing TT to look down. When he does, El Pablo runs his finger up Timmons’ face, laughing at the flustered Timmons who swats at him like a fly. The group of XTC laugh as they disappear into the back once more. Everybody turns and stares at Timmons, unsure of his motives or why he’s even out here. But these questions are soon answered as he approaches Matt Covey and crew, proudly displaying a Whole Damn Show t-shirt. Mic in hand, he comments on his new attire.

Tim Timmons: It seems to me, that when you guys decided to throw together this little shindig, you accidentally forgot about the greatest hardcore champion that’s ever lived. And that would be none other than the newest addition to the Whole Damn Show, the “Hardcore Master” Tim Timmons!

Matt and Maynard look at each other with a bewildered look in their eyes, unsure of what exactly is going on in front of them. Fiscus turns and buries his face in Nasty’s arm, laughing himself to tears. Undaunted, Timmons continues.

Tim Timmons: Now it seems to me that if we’re going to make this impact that we are rightfully owed as the best in this business, then we need to go down to that ring and prove to these jockstrap sucking monkeys, just why we are the best in this business! Who’s with me?

Matt, Maynard, Alan, and Rowan all look excited and anxious to throw down with Eric Collum’s crew who suddenly turn defensive, waiting for anything to happen. Realizing he got the crew fired up, Timmons marches towards the ring. As Rowan and Nasty begin to follow, Matt suddenly holds his arms out, stopping them in their tracks. They look at him confused, but then smile as he smirks, backing away back up the ramp.

Masters: Oh this is Christmas come early!

Timmons slides in the ring, standing face to face with Eric Collum, mouthing off at him with no fear what so ever. The Whole Damn Show make it back up to the top of the stage, cracking up at the abandoned Timmons. Eric suddenly shouts something back at Timmons and points towards the stage. Tim turns and finds that he has been left all alone to his own fate. He gulps hard, slowly turning back around, sweating now as he gazes at a grinning Collum, Grantham and Jackal. Before he can make a move, they jump him like a pack of wild dogs, tearing at him viciously. Timmons screams high pitched squeals as he tries to crawl away, but Jackal clutches his ankle tightly and pulls him back into the center of the ring, twisting Timmons’ ankle to the verge of snapping as Collum and Grantham drive the stiff heels of their boots into the back and ribs of the hardcore master.

Daniels: I don’t believe this! The Whole Damn Show has left Timmons out to dry and now Eric Colum’s crew is just tearing him a new one! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but poor Timmons!

Masters: This is absolutely beautiful! It’s like an art, I tell you! I could watch this all day!

Grantham exit’s the ring and grabs up two steel chairs, sliding them in to Collum who places one beneath Tim’s face. As Jackal continues to apply pressure to the already swollen and nearly broken ankle, Collum lifts the second chair high into the air and brings it crashing down against it’s twin counterpart beneath Timmons head! Eric smiles at his handy work sickeningly as Jackal finally applies enough pressure that a small snap can be heard as far back as the fourth row of the crowd. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Collum, Grantham and Jackal exit the ring, taking in the chorus of boos like they were being honored with an esteemed reward for their heinous deeds. The show cuts to a commercial break as medics rush the ring.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP per person limit)

"The Real Deal" ROB WRIGHT -vs- MOUNTAIN MAN

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William Masters: Oh my, as we come back, the chaos has been cleared and poor Tim Timmons…HAHAHA!!!!

Jarred Daniels: What the hell are you laughing for? This stable situation is getting out of hand, and now we have an injured superstar just because these guys are desperate to prove who is dominant here in CZW!

William Masters: I know I know, I shouldn’t really laugh, it’s just when Tim finally realized he had no back up, then he looks around to see three hungry sharks wanting to rip him to pieces, his lip quiver, you know, I even saw a slight trickle of tears roll down his cheeks, it was AWESOME!

Jarred: Well anyway, I guess we will see this situation develop more throughout the show, but on with the show, this next match should be interesting. Rob Wright may be The Real Deal, but he is in a world of hurt when he faces Mountain Man.”

Mountain Man’s music hits the speakers – flooding the arena with its country twang. He is a country boy and he is determined to survive, especially this match against Rob Wright. He storms out from the back and quickly makes his entrance felt, fans hooting and hollering at him while he slides into the squared circle.

William Masters: “This man is disgusting, but this man is The Real Deal!”

Linkin Park’s “In The End” is the next entrance song heard and, out from the back, emerges Rob Wright. He hurries towards the ring, diving into the ring, and then – fluidly – comes straight up, face-to-face with The Mountain Man. These two stare each other down with neither one submitting to the other’s intimidation.

Jarred Daniels: “Well, Rob Wright is 6’4” and Mountain Man is 6’2” – but Mountain Man has him outweighed immensely.”

William Masters: “—and you can see that now! Rob Wright and Mountain Man tie-up, but Mountain Man is taking the advantage. He’s pushing Wright into that near by corner turnbuckle and having his way with him. He’s just tearing into Wright and, well Jarred, this kind of reminds me of Deliverance.”

Jarred Daniels: “You’re disgusting, not Mountain Man, and you just affirmed that.”

Mountain Man delivers a series of high knees lift into Wright’s sternum before tossing him into the center of the ring with a massive hip toss. Wright lands hard, but is eager to return to his feet. When Mountain Man charges, Wright catches him with a drop-kick to the jaw. The shot staggers Mountain Man long enough for Wright to apply an arm wrench and step through into a hammer-lock.

William Masters: “Wright with the hammer-lock, but Mountain Man’s landing those hard back elbows. One. Two. WAIT! Wright steps through and there’s a short armed clothesline!”

The short-armed clothesline goes nowhere. Wright’s arm impacts Mountain Man’s chest and bounces off. Mountain Man just looks aggravated by the blow and lands a short armed clothesline of his own! Wright is shot down and Mountain Man promptly hauls him overhead. He is looking for the Fallen Timber, but Wright slides behind him and applies a rear waist lock.

Jarred Daniels: “German Suplex!”

William Masters: “He’s bridging!”

The referee slides down to make the count:

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Thr—NO!

Mountain Man kicks out! He throws all of his weight behind the kick-out as well, allowing him to roll to his feet and meet Wright with a huge clothesline as his opponent rises! Mountain Man has an explosive will to win this match and it is shown as he utilizes his brute strength to lift Wright up over his head in a military press. He holds him like a really large rag doll for several seconds, then drives him face first with a flapjack!

Jarred Daniels: “Mountain Man with the pin.”

The referee counts once more, checking the canvas to make certain it’s a pin:

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Wright hooks Mountain Man’s arms and shifts his weight, rolling him up with an awkward looking pin; and the referee restarts his count, this time for The Real Deal.

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Jarred Daniels: “Mountain Man just managed to get a shoulder up.”

William Masters: “How did he get his shoulder up! Did you see how he had him pinned?!”

Quickly applying a standing head-scissors, Wright looks to attempt a power-bomb – but Mountain Man is having none of it. He back body drops Wright and then heads to the ropes. On his return, he tries to clothesline Wright, but The Real Deal ducks and spears Mountain Man down. Bouncing back up, Wright takes to the ropes to pick up speed and then drops a huge knee drop across Mountain Man’s brow!

Wright applies another quick lateral press.

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Mountain Man kicks out!

William Masters: “Wright’s trying to make a come back. He’s off the ropes and there’s a stiff boot to the face. Mountain Man’s wobbly and Wright scores with a quick swinging neckbreaker.”

Jarred Daniels: “Wright floats over for the cover!”

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Mountain Man kicks out, tossing Wright into the air, and off from him. As he begins to stand, Wright is already there on the offensive! He sends a series of boots into Mountain Man’s upper abdomen and then Irish whips him to a corner. Wright is hot on his trail, driving a hard shoulder into Mountain Man’s gut.

Jarred Daniels: “That shot rocked Mountain Man and Wright’s putting him up on the top turnbuckle. He’s taking it to Mountain Man, just utilized speed to counter his strength.”

William Masters: “We could see a super-plex!”

Hooking Mountain Man for a super-plex, Wright pulls back and attempts to haul his opponent overhead to finalize the maneuver. NO! Mountain Man hooks that top turnbuckle and – instead – hauls Wright up into a vertical position from on top of the turnbuckle. He holds him there, allowing the blood to rush to Wright’s skull, blurring his vision.

Jarred Daniels: “Mountain Man’s going to send him in with that top rope gourdbuster!”

From the top turnbuckle, Mountain Man leaps, twisting in mid-air, and powerslamming Wright into the canvas. Fans erupt with cheers as Mountain Man has executed his finisher – Fallen Timber – from the top rope. The impact is absolutely brutal! Mountain Man can only manage to get an arm over the top of Wright; and the count begins:

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THREE!

Jarred Daniels: “Mountain Man just won this hard fought match with that amazing counter!”

William Masters: “He may be a back country mud man, but he’s got my vote.”

Jarred Daniels: “Be nice. There’s just no killing The Mountain Man, no matter what you throw at him!”

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"Wings of a Butterfly" by HIM starts to play as the crowd explodes in cheers as Beautiful Agony makes their way to the stage. They are all wearing Beautiful Agony t-shirts, Mike in his ring gear with Jacob and Tatum in street clothes. They high-five the crowd on the way to the ring, but have looks of all-business on their faces. They get into the ring and Mike grabs a microphone.

Monroe: "Before anybody says anything, Beautiful Agony is not dead. We will stay around for a hell of a long time. We just got rid of some dead weight, and infused some new blood in our veins. Without further ado, let me talk about our newest member. He has gone full speed since he has been here. He has beaten some of the top names in CZW; Tim Timmons, Mike King, and "The Pathetic Solution" Alan Fiscus. Let me present to you...the CZW Hardcore Champion, "The Reaper" Brian Kirkland!"

The crowd erupts in cheers as "Time of Dying" by Three Days Grace plays and Brian Kirkland appears in the crowd. He is wearing a Beautiful Agony t-shirt and has the Hardcore title across his waist. He slaps hands with the fans as he has a smirk on his face. He hops the barrier, gets in the ring and shakes hands with the other three members before taking the mic from Mike.

Kirkland: "Thanks, Mike. Now I know many of you fans might be upset about Youthful Aggression dying, but it couldn't be helped. Mike King had to leave, and you know we couldn't have a two man stable. After I told Blaze, I had alot of things to think about. I was wandering all around and I didn't know what to do. But one night I got a call fro Mike Monroe, and I was offered a spot in Beautiful Agony. I want to thank you for that, Mike. You made my path in CZW so much clearer. You may have lost the X champion, but you gained the Hardcore champion."

Brian gave the microphone back to Mike and joined the rest of the stable. Mike looked out to the crowd with a huge smirk on his face.

Monroe: "Speaking of the X title, let's talk about that spineless bastard, Rowan. Word in the back is he did that because of personal problems. I call bullshit. You knew that if you were going through shit, you had three people to come too. But you decided to sleep with the enemy. That's all fine and dandy. You remind me of my childhood dog that got ran over, you are both dead to me. The bridge is burned, my hands are washed of you, all those analogies and cliches apply."

Mike has a grin on his face as he has the crowd whipped in a frenzy.

Monroe: "If there is one thing I know that hasn't changed about you is that you are a competitor. I have a plan for Beginning of the End. And it is not open for discussion. You. Me. The X title on the line. And go ahead and bring your cronies. As a matter of a fact, have them come ringside. Because, Beautiful Agony will also be ringside. That's right, genius. I mean a Lumberjack match. So everybody can see what a phony you are. I expect an answer soon. Don't make me come looking for you."

Mike dropped the microphone as "Wings of a Butterfly" started playing and all four members posed on the turnbuckles as the fans went crazy.

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The ring announcer prepares to make his introductions for the next match, and the arena is expecting to hear one of their favorite wrestlers theme songs... when instead an odd music, sounds of erie bells and humming plays through the pa system. The lights in the arena turn dark red and the titantron has a blood effect run down it. Words can be made through the blood...

"the CZW's only true Monster...

is coming...

HOME...

The Return is upon us..."

Sounds of thunder reign through the arena. When they stop, the lights and titantron return to normal. A group of CZW officials speak with each other trying to figure out what has just taken place as the crowd stirs. They get conformation from the back that everything is under control and the officials agree to continue with the show.

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=- (2 RP per person limit)

JUSTIN MARSHAM -vs- TIM TIMMONS -vs- MIKE MONROE

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DANIELS: This contest should be very interesting. I heard a few comments from this newcomer Justin Marsham in the back William, it seems as though he doesn’t believe in the hardcore division here in CZW, this is a man who believes in technical wrestling, ability in the ring, now outside of the ring, this man if he had his own way would abolish the Hardcore division from CZW altogether.

MASTERS: Apologies for my broadcast partner spouting rumors again, fact is, you never heard Marsham say those exact words, this is just what you were told, or were you stalking out newest commodities again, following them backstage and making them feel uncomfortable. I know you make me feel uncomfortable every time you sit next to me Jarred.

DANIELS: Well I’m sorry you feel that way, but I heard what I heard and maybe this is why Marsham has been booked against part of the hardcore division here tonight, it was meant to be a triple threat match with Marsham, Monroe and Timmons, but due to the suicidal behavior of Tim earlier, unfortunately this match will just be a one on one match now, Marsham and Monroe.

MASTERS: I still can’t get over that Jarred, how could Tim be so stupid, The Whole Damn Show wanting Timmons on their group, then they would have to change their name to the Whole Damn Show and extras!

DANIELS: Not nice there William, but back to this match, Marsham has yet to experience this type of challenge, don’t get me wrong, he has been in the ring with some of the best, Jeran Hudson maybe one of the most gifted athletes CZW has ever seen, however a new challenge for Marsham here as he fights the high flying hardcore dare-devil, Mike Monroe.

MASTERS: Yeah, Mike has a lot on his mind, with Beautiful Agony and stable wars seeming to be in affect, Marsham may have a perfect opportunity here tonight to take advantage of Monroe’s mindset and continue up the ladder of success.

DANIELS: Here it is then folks, not as scheduled but great nevertheless…Marsham & Monroe!

*DING DING*

- Both men already in the ring, now both beginning to stare down one another. The fans are heavily on the side of the veteran Mike Monroe, Justin still curious to the fans, not many cheering him as he came out. Monroe bounces off the ropes, trying to get Marsham off balance, but Justin stands still, not moving an inch. Mike now decides to lock up with Marsham but he gets overpowered quickly, Justin throwing him away. Justin now walks up and kicks Mike in the gut, then hit’s a strong European Uppercut, Mike quickly wobbling. Justin now hit’s a solid suplex as he quickly covers, only to get a one count. Mike springs back up, both men lock up again, Justin now with a headlock, Mike unable to use his speed game as Marsham takes him down with a headlock takedown. Mike fights out and springs up again, but this time gets leveled with a powerful clothesline, Mike for the first time now looking hurt.

- Justin stomps down Mike, then hits an elbow drop, keeping the attack going. Justin lifts Mike up as he whips his chest, making it red roar, Justin again and again, Mike unable to find his breath as Justin relentlessly on the attack, hit’s a second European Uppercut, sending Mike into the corner. Justin from here hits an elbow into the face of Mike, then a kick to the gut, then a combination of rights and lefts, Mike defensive all the time, Justin pulls him from the corner and goes for a huge Enzuguri…BUT MONROE DUCKS!

- The fans cheer as Monroe hits lefts and rights on Marsham, then runs off to the ropes as he launches into a Hurricarana. Marsham is quick back up though as Mike goes blasting off towards the ropes again, this time launching himself and swinging around the frame of Marsham, the fans hissing in excitement and pure amazement until Mike lands and applies an Octopus stretch on his opponent. The fans cheer as Mike pulls hard, looking for an early tap out, however Marsham with too much energy still manages to hit a powerful hip toss on Mike, then as he gets up again, Marsham quickly hits an Enzuguri, the one he was looking for before. Marsham covers…

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- Mike kicks out, but Marsham still all over him. He lifts him up then whips him into the corner. Marsham follows as he hit’s a body splash, then grabs Mike, hitting a Russian Leg Sweep as well. Marsham now back up as he yells at Mike to follow him to this feet. Mike though clambers around, looking almost out of it, Justin viciously kicks him in the throat, the echo is heard throughout the whole arena as the fans hiss, not knowing what to make of this.

- Justin now picks up Mike, throwing him onto his back as he walks to the center of the ring and plants him down with a mouth watering Pump-handle backbreaker. The commentators look stunned as Justin goes for another cover…

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- Monroe kicks out again though as the fans try to urge him on. Marsham angrily picks him up again, this time by his hair and plants him in the corner. Marsham now takes several paces back, before coming charging in at Monroe. The fans yell as Mike moves just in time. Marsham gets stuck in the corner as Mike now runs at him, hitting a Shining Wizard, however modified as he hit’s the back of Marsham’s head. Mike pulls him out of the corner now as he covers…

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- This time Marsham confidently kicks out. Mike now standing back up, gaining his own breath, Marsham is back up too though as Mike ducks a right hand, then hit’s a kick to the shin, then a right fist to the jaw, Mike now whips Marsham to the ropes but he counters, Mike now heading towards the corner though as he goes for a springboard attack, diving off the second rope, but Marsham intelligently scouts it as he his a Yakuza kick to the back of Mike’s spine. Monroe is now stuck in the corner as Marsham grabs him, pulls him and hangs him off the ropes…HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER!

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- The fans are stunned but loving it, Marsham smashes his fists to the ground, now picking Monroe up and goes for a suplex, Monroe though drops down behind Marsham as he dropkicks his left leg, Mike now running off towards the ropes and dives at Marsham…FRONT DROPKICK!

- Mike now gets up as he starts thrashing the ropes back and forth, pumping himself and the whole arena up. Mike now though drops and rolls out of the ring, looking under the apron and finding a kendo stick. He crawls back in, waiting for Marsham to get back up, the fans cheering but the referee trying to stop him. Mike swings at Marsham but misses as he ducks, Justin then grabs Mike and hits out of no where…ASSASSINATION DDT!

- Marsham now though instead of covering Mike, picks up the fallen keno stick. Marsham hovers over Mike for a few seconds before strangely dropping the item, rolling his hands over his head. Marsham stutters for several seconds as Masters yells at him to make the cover. Marsham then though, as Mike amazingly begins to rise, Marsham now picks back up the kendo stick and…

SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Marsham swings it around the face of Monroe, then drops for the pin…

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PINFALL!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: What the hell was that all about? I thought Justin was the Epitome of Technical Finesse…I thought he was against the Hardcore Division…I thought he w…

MASTERS: You thought wrong, you think too much, Marsham doing what it took to win, plus by taking Mike down with his own hardcore appliance, he puts a huge dint in the Hardcore division, very impressive.

DANIELS: Contradictive if you ask me, however I have to admit, he did dominate this match from start to finish. Marsham leaves with the win, now his second here in CZW!

*****-----*****

-=- SINGLES MATCH-=-

(2 RP per person limit) "The Living Legend" BIG NASTY -vs- "The Working Man" JA SAWYER

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DANIELS: Up next is Sawyer and Nasty, these guys have history, if we remember all the way back to the Twin Towers and the Union, this feud was fought with passion and angst, people getting hit with appliances, Nasty time and time again getting covered with…well I guess he got hit with excrement…

MASTERS: Shit Jarred, he was covered in shit…

DANIELS: Thanks William. But nothing in their history could have exploded as much as last week at Collateral Damage. It was supposed to be Sawyer and Nasty going for the Tag Titles against the one man champion, Matt Covey. Well, that was the way it seemed, all up until after the match end when Covey and Fiscus hit a brutal attack on JA, using that lead pipe to split his head wide open, and what did Nasty do?!

MASTERS: Don’t pick up that tone Jarred, Nasty, Covey, Fiscus, in fact the Whole Damn Show clearly outsmarted not only JA, not just you and me, they shocked the whole CZW World, JA may have got hit from behind, but he just realize that the Whole Damn Show is too powerful to defeat, so what? He thinks he can beat Nasty tonight? You think Nasty will be alone?

DANIELS: I highly doubt it, but JA is passionate about this sport, he believes in fair competition, not getting brutally attacked by two thugs, so JA maybe fighting the odds here tonight, but never count the Working Man out!

‘Swagga Like Us’ by T.I. & Jay-Z begins to play throughout the arena.

TOWERS: On his way to the ring, hailing from South Beach, Florida and weighing in at 295 lbs…The Living Legend…BIG NASTY!

Big Nasty comes out holding a huge portable toilet seat as the fans gasp, creating mixed reactions all around the arena. Big Nasty seems to have a smile on his face, thinking back to his feud months ago with JA Sawyer, involving toilets and other plumbing appliances. Nasty reaches the ring as he leaves the toilet on the outside, then climbs over the ropes with his long legs. Nasty then raises one arm as he stands tall in the middle of the ring, the fans still booing and cheering

MASTERS: I hope he didn’t just use that thing Jarred.

DANIELS: What is it with this duo of Sawyer and Nasty, always involving some kind of bathroom appliance in their matches?!

‘Blue Collar Man’ by Styx now begins to play as a roar of cheers is heard around the arena.

TOWERS: And his opponent haling from Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighing in at 270 lbs…The Working Man…JA SAWYER!

Sawyer walks out with nothing in hand, just a look of pure determination in his face. As he makes his way down the ramp, he does not take his eyes off Nasty inside the ring, but still has time to clap the hands of many adoring fans to his side. Sawyer reaches the toilet as he doesn’t break out in a smile at all, climbing onto the apron and points at the bandage on his own head, saying ‘you caused this’ to Nasty, but the big man just smiles. Sawyer climbs in aggressively as he brushes past Nasty, climbing the turnbuckle as he raises his hands to salute the adoring crowd.

DANIELS: The scars are clearly still apparent with Sawyer, not just physically but by the look in his face, mentally too William.

MASTERS: The Whole Damn Show got him good last week, I don’t believe Nasty has much to worry abut though!

DANIELS: Well we shall see, both men are ready and set for action. The referee just telling them the rules and now as he signals for the bell to be rang, you hear it folks, this match is under way.

MASTERS: They meet in the middle and it looks like Rocky and Thunderlips, David and Goliath, a Living Legend and a…Plumber!

DANIELS: Don’t you think he has had this same criticism his whole professional career, many people have doubted this man JA Sawyer, many laugh at the mere thought of him being in the ring with these toned, muscular men, but as we see time and time again, JA Sawyer makes up for his lack of fitness with heart, technical ability and a whole lot of character.

MASTERS: This is no talent contest won on heart, charisma and not even technical ability, when you step foot in the ring with a man who is over a foot taller than you, your not just disadvantaged, your plain screwed!

DANIELS: Well I would say there are just about 50 thousand fans here who disagree with you, they chant for JA as both men are yet to make a move. Nasty holds up his hand, he wants a test of strength with Sawyer, but it’s not going to work, Sawyer has been arou8nd the block enough times to know Nasty has other plans.

MASTERS: I don’t know, JA seems out be reaching up there, Nasty has him just where he wants him…NO…NO…

DANIELS: Haha the fans love it as Sawyer stomps on the toe of Big Nasty, now takers advantage of the situation with a side headlock takedown.

MASTERS: A damn illegal attack and what, these fans can cheer for Sawyer but if Nasty ever dreamt of doing it, they would be complaining more than RAVE!

DANIELS: Nothing illegal about that and nothing illegal about this, side headlock by Sawyer, Nasty though powering up, Sawyer wisely letting go as he runs to the ropes, not sure how wise this is, shoulder block on Nasty, but the giant doesn’t fall, he just stands there. Sawyer goes for another one though…

MASTERS: He can hit as many as he wants, you can’t run at a brick wall and expect it to collapse!

DANIELS: A second, but again, Nasty stays on his feet, Sawyer looking for third time lucky as he runs off, the fans are willing this monster down, Sawyer for a third time runs at Nasty…BUT LOOK OUT!

MASTERS: HAS HE CAUGHT HIM…NO!

DANIELS: Nasty going for the big boot there but Sawyer expected it, ducked and now from behind…SURELY NOT!

MASTERS: HOW IN THE WORLD?!

DANIELS: Sawyer showing incredible strength there as he plants Big Nasty down for the first time with a Side Suplex!

MASTERS: I think the adrenaline lifted the Living Legend there, but either way, he is going for the cover…

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DANIELS: The big man isn’t going to stay down just after that, but at least he has him down.

MASTERS: And if I had a monster like him down on the mat, I wouldn’t let him back up, I would do everything in my power to keep him down and grounded.

DANIELS: And exactly what Sawyer is doing here, as he drops and elbow to the heart of the seven footer. Sawyer back up, now trying to left him up, not sure this is wise…

MASTERS: I told him…Now Nasty reaches out and grabs Sawyer by the throat, you don’t want to be there folks let me tell you. Nasty now to his knees, Sawyer hitting a double axe handle, but Nasty won’t let go, he stands up, and now lifts Sawyer up…OH MY…EARTHQUAKE!

DANIELS: Don’t be ridiculous William…however he has just hit Sawyer with yes…The CHOKESKLAM!

MASTERS: After the ring stops shaking he goes for a cover of his own…

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DANIELS: I thought it may had been over early then, but Sawyer has much more fight in him, he wants revenge here tonight and one choke slam is not going to stop this man.

MASTERS: NO…But two will…Nasty has Sawyer up again, he goes for another…

DANIELS: But Sawyer slips off, he knew I he was hit with another, this contest would be over…Sawyer now kicking Nasty in the ribs, runs to the ropes again…BUT NO…THIS TIME NASTY GETS THE BIG BOOT!

MASTERS: There is only so many times you can duck that foot, it’s about two feet long and when it’s charging towards your face like that, you better cover up otherwise your face won’t ever be the same again. I think the cut on Sawyer’s head may have been re-opened there…

DANIELS: Dangerous going into the ring with an injury, especially against a man the caliber of Big Nasty. Nasty now picking Sawyer up with almost one hand, that is an near three hundred pound man and he lifts him up with one hand.

MASTERS: Three hundred? Is that IT?!

DANIELS: Nasty now throwing Sawyer into the corner…Not a place you want to be when a seven foot giant is on your tail. Nasty with right and lefts to the body, and now one to the head, and yes ladies and gentlemen, we have blood clearly streaming down the face of Sawyer.

MASTERS: But look at him, he won’t stop at that, he is now biting the forehead, Nasty is exactly what his name says, now grabbing him by the throat and literally throwing JA around like a rag doll.

DANIELS: Has JA bit off more than he can chew here? But he keeps getting back up, he is determined to beat this monster. Nasty though grabbing him again…Lifts him up…BACKBREAKER!

MASTERS: And with that much impact, it may have done exactly that…broken this man’s spine in half!

DANIELS: The big guy not going for a cover now, instead he wants to enjoy the moment, this guy must feel on top of the World now, with backing from four veterans in CZW, he is allowed to stomp through anyone he wants, JA Sawyer needs to be careful.

MASTERS: He could of stomped through anyone he wants anyway, he is seven feet tall, that’s is twice the size of you!

DANIELS: Nasty now slowing this contest down, almost to a grind, I’m not sure if he just wants to punish Sawyer here, but he stomps on Sawyer like he was putting out a fire. Nasty now lifts him up, placing his fingers in his nostrils, and Sawyer is beaten bad, blood pouring from his re-opened cut, Nasty hasn’t finished though. He wraps him up…Bare hug.

MASTERS: Very clever. A man the size of Nasty, squeezing the air out of your body, after all Sawyer has been through, this could be the killer. I give Nasty points just for being able to get his arms all the way around Sawyer!

DANIELS: For goodness sake. Sawyer has support from these fans but will it be enough? Sawyer’s eyes are drooping, his head drooping, his arms drooping, Nasty has mauled him from start to finish.

MASTERS: Exactly what I predicted, yet you wouldn’t listen. Big Nasty has come a long way since his feud with the Union months ago, he has been IC Champion, Tag Team Champion, he is now in maybe the most talented stable we have ever seen in CZW!

DANIELS: He has a great résumé, no doubt. Sawyer starting to feel it a bit now though, he begins to make movements as the fans get jeered up. Sawyer with a head butt, Nasty beginning to lose grip, Sawyer now with another…

MASTERS: Sawyer maybe safer locked in that bare hug, Nasty only has plenty more offence for poor JA.

DANIELS: Sawyer isn’t going to just give up, the third head butt and Nasty is reeling, Sawyer breaks free and the crowd go wild…

ONE HIT!

TWO HITS!

THREE HITS AND NASTY IS DOWN!

MASTERS: Calm down, you will get yourself excited, if you do, at least there is a toilet at ringside!

DANIELS: Sawyer has this place electrified! Nasty is up, Sawyer goes to whip Nasty but Nasty reverses, Sawyer bounces off the ropes but no…

MASTERS: HAHA…Now all these maniacs can settle back down…SIDEWALK SLAM BY THE LIVING LEGEND!

DANIELS: Damn…just when I thought Sawyer had the momentum to turn this match around. Nasty wisely this time goes for a cover…

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DANIELS: Sawyer is like a sponge, as much as you de-shape him and squeeze him and cut him open like Nasty has, he keeps on rehabilitating and gaining energy from no where. Nasty must be thinking now, can Sawyer be pinned…

MASTERS: He knows he can be pinned, he has done it before, I will agree with you on one thing though…JA is like a sponge…

DANIELS: I don’t mean like that, I mean his toughness and heart…

MASTERS: Stop trying to big up Sawyer, we all know he has heart, every guy here has heart and passion for the business, but Nasty has something else which makes him a champion…He is ruthless.

DANIELS: Nasty now kicking Sawyer, and I think he is rolling him out the ring, this sick bastard wants to take it to the outside…

MASTERS: Watch your language towards the Living Legend, like I said…He is DOUBLE your size!

DANIELS: Whatever. Nasty now planting Sawyer’s head into the guardrail, how much more can this man take? The fans now having a front row ticket to Sawyer’s demise. Nasty again pounding his head off the guardrail. Nasty has seen something, he has a smile across his face, I think he has seen…no…not now…

MASTERS: Nasty needs a toilet break…HAHAHA! Isn’t this great?!

DANIELS: This is humiliating. Nasty taking Sawyer over to the toilet, I just hope the camera doesn’t show what foul things are down there.

MASTERS: Well the next foul thing down there will be Sawyer’s face…HAHAHA!

DANIELS: WAIT…SAWYER GRABBING NASTY…FACE FIRST NASTY GOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘NASTY STINKS…NASTY STINKS…NASTY STINKS’

DANIELS: He sure does, and these fans are loving it, I’m loving it, what a turn-a-round!

MASTERS: Oh yea that’s it, you can whine and moan when Nasty is planning it, but when your beloved plumber sticks the million dollar face of Big Nasty down that foul appliance, the whole arena can laugh!

DANIELS: It made me chuckle. Wait though, Nasty is up, he looks mad, Sawyer watch out…

MASTERS: THAT WIPED THE SMIRK OF ALL YOUR FACES!

DANIELS: HOLY CRAP! SPINEBUSTER ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

MASTERS: Never joke at a giant’s expense, haven’t you or Sawyer learnt that?!

DANIELS: Sawyer is in a bad way after that, and what is nasty doing here? He places the damn toilet around the head of Sawyer. He lifts them both up, and rests Sawyer on the steel steps, I think Nasty has something sick in mind…This looks bad!

MASTERS: Nasty is angry, I can’t blame him…

DANIELS: NO…NASTY IS GOING TO KICK SAWYER’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL POST WITH THAT DAMN TOILET ON HIS HEAD!

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MASTERS: The crowd are relieved here, and even I am a bit, I mean that would of crushed his skull Jarred.

DANIELS: Sawyer now hopefully can mount some offence, and look at Nasty, as we take a look at this again, as we can see, Nasty wrapped his leg around the turnbuckle, and looking at the slow motion, it seems his leg bent between the post and the stairs William.

MASTERS: Big men always have one major weakness Jarred, no, not that they are scared of heights, but if there legs get chopped down, the rest of the frame crumbles down too, and if Sawyer has anything left Jarred, that is exactly what his goal must be.

DANIELS: And Sawyer ain’t no rookie, he has been in this business for years, he is a veteran not only in CZW, but in sports entertainment, Sawyer knows what he must do here. The fans cheer as Sawyer takes off the large toilet from his head, boy…I never thought I would say that while commentating!

MASTERS: Nasty hasn’t hardly moved since the mistake he made, maybe his leg was damaged further than we know.

DANIELS: And just as we expected, Sawyer goes to work on that leg, stomping it down, the man is desperate to capitalize on this weakness. Sawyer now takes Nasty off from the steps, he lifts him up…KNEE BREAKER BACK DOWN ON THE STEEL STEPS!

MASTERS: Echoing through the arena!

DANIELS: Nasty is in pain here, Sawyer now with a shoulder block into the back of the knee.

MASTERS: He is going well here, but he needs the big man back in the ring to pin him.

DANIELS: Sawyer just wants to stick to his plan now, stomping back down on the leg. He traps Nasty’s leg in his own now, and drops a knee drop down into Nasty’s knee cap. He lifts his leg up again, and does exactly the same.

MASTERS: Relentless. And the referee seems anxious here, he wants the men to get back into the ring, Sawyer do your damn job and get him back in the ring!

DANIELS: Well it was okay for Nasty to take him outside in the first place. Sawyer though does the decent thing and places him back in. Sawyer rolls in now as he begins to prowl behind the large frame of Big Nasty. As he stands, Sawyer…yes…he connects with another chop block, Nasty not being able to stand here.

MASTERS: Nasty may not be able to stand Jarred!

DANIELS: Sawyer seems to be licking his lips here, maybe he has thought of something. He grabs Nasty’s leg, drops and elbow down on the thigh, he gets back up, does another, your right William, he is now relentless, he doesn’t care about the blood dripping down his face, or the bruises on his body from this contest, he smells a weakness here and the only way to survive himself is by taking out this giant.

MASTERS: Sawyer now locking in some kind of leg hold…what is it?

DANIELS: In my professional opinion, I would say that is a knee bar, simple enough William.

MASTERS: I knew that you idiot, I was just…testing you!

DANIELS: Well simple it may be, but effective it is too, JA now ripping the tendons from Nasty’s leg, focusing on the knee area, and Nasty screams in pain, Sawyer could have it here with this hold.

MASTERS: I doubt it, Nasty is strong, look, we can see him moving himself and Sawyer backwards towards the ropes.

DANIELS: Your right, and because Nasty is not only powerful, but a very large man, it is hard to keep him enough distance away from the ropes. Sawyer now breaking the hold up wisely. But also wisely, giving Nasty no time to recover, now turning him over, and this time he locks in cleanly, an STF!

MASTERS: What is this man, suddenly a damn submissionist?!

DANIELS: You underestimated JA’s ability in the ring. Sawyer now ripping and tearing once more, but the same problem still occurs, Nasty is near the ropes still. Sawyer lets go again, now literally picking up and that must hurt, driving his knee straight into the canvas, that could jar a a ligament William.

MASTERS: Don’t go all technical on me now, I can see your face brightening up, your loving this, however, I know Nasty, I know he won’t quit, an I know this will not keep him down for the pin.

DANIELS: Maybe your right William, but how is Nasty going to hit the Nasty Bomb with one leg?!

MASTERS: He’’ find a way, right now though, JA has yet another hold locked in…Go on expert, what is this one called?

DANIELS: You don’t have to be an expert to know this is a Muta lock, well…I guess you do, but anyway, as you can see, it is similar to the STF, however, Sawyer is mixing it up a little by little just to pull and tear every single part of Nasty’s leg. It is very effective William.

MASTERS: Damn Muta lock, what is this, a freakin’ Jiu-Jitsu contest?

DANIELS: JA just doing what he needs to win. It is legal William, so why are you so against it?

MASTERS: I’m not. Nasty is strong enough to persevere.

DANIELS: And this is true, which is why Sawyer yet again has to break this attack up. Sawyer goes straight back though but Nasty catches him with the other boot, now begins to rise, using the ropes as leverage. Sawyer runs in trying to kick away the injured leg, but Nasty dodges, now lifting Sawyer up and yes…OVER THE ROPES!

MASTERS: Sawyer landed like a ton of bricks there. And why are the fans so elated?!

DANIELS: I’m not sure, although looking at Sawyer, it seems as though he has found something, is that…is that a pipe in his hand??!

MASTERS: Yes, we see on the replay, Sawyer pulling a pipe from under the ring, the cheating scu…

DANIELS: Calm down William, it’s not like he has used it, and besides, wouldn’t this be the same pipe that just last week, Nasty and his mongrel friends rabidly attacked JA with?!

MASTERS: You always have to see the good side of people don’t you…

DANIELS: Sawyer holds it up in the air, the fans going wild…

MASTERS: These thugs…

DANIELS: WAIT! NASTY JUST REACHED OVER AND GRABBED THE PIPE! SAWYER TURNS AROUND…NASTY CRUSHING JA WITH IT!

MASTERS: That teaches him. Just like we say, you shouldn’t run with scissors, or kids shouldn’t play with knives, well Sawyer shouldn’t of held that pipe in his hand unless he was prepared to use it.

DANIELS: I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS WRONG TO USE IT?!

MASTERS: Don’t shout at me Jarred.

DANIELS: Oh Lord, and now Sawyer is collapsed here on the outside, the blood trickling from his body, we need help.

MASTERS: After this match is over, nasty needs to win first. He rolls hi back into the ring, now climing in himself, limping all the way, what a brave man he is.

DANIELS: You make me sick. And yes…he covers…

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DANIELS: WAIT…NO…SAWYER KICKS OUT!

MASTERS: WHAT?!

DANIELS: Nasty is just as shocked as we are, and the fans here, but Sawyer is still alive. Nasty though not taking it lying down, he stands back up, favoring that right knee. Sawyer begins to crawl back up, now pulling himself up on the tights of Nasty.

MASTERS: He is helpless, just admit it.

DANIELS: Nasty looks to be setting him up. The fans try and will Sawyer on but Nasty now, kick to the gut…He lifts Sawyer up…Can his leg withstand it?!

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DANIELS: My God, what impact! Sawyer would have to be indestructible to kick out of this!

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MASTERS: HE HAS HIM! THREE BABY!

DANIELS: It was back and forth all the way through, but the blood loss caught up in the end, what a valiant effort by JA Sawyer.

MASTERS: He never should of tried to extract revenge upon a Living Legend. Nasty now grabs the pipe back in his hand. JA better hope for a miracle.

DANIELS: AND WHO ARE THESE?! HIS MIRACLE?!

MASTERS: HOLY CRAP, THAT’S DEREK DAMAGE WITH CALEB WALKER…AND…AND…WHAT THE HELL…AM I ON DRUGS…THERE IS A MINITURE VERSION OF CALEB WITH THEM!

DANIELS: I have heard about him, I believe he is Caleb’s cousin, Jordan or something. But this is mind boggling, Derek once part of Nasty Damage is now with Caleb Walker and Jordan, and Nasty is inside the ring.

MASTERS: Nasty has that lead pipe, they would be fools to jump an armed man.

DANIELS: And JA is crawling out of contact, now walking off past these three men, I guess they are not with Sawyer then…

MASTERS: Who knows…Derek though?! It’s awesome to se the Chairman again…But is he really wanting a piece of Nasty?!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD…THEY CLIMB IN AND ALL THREE MEN ATTACK NASTY!

MASTERS: Caleb grabbed the arm of Nasty, and hit a knee in his sternum, Nasty drops the pipe and Caleb hit’s a huge spine buster. Jordan picks up the pipe as Derek orders him to hit Nasty…

DANIELS: I guess Derek does want a piece of Nasty then! Jordan swings the pipe into the stomach of the seven footer. Derek from behind taking out that injured leg of Nasty. OH NO…LEGENDARY LOCK!

MASTERS: And Caleb and Jordan are both stomping on Big Nasty…This is just sick!

DANIELS: Caleb now grabs the pipe and repeatedly starts ramming it in the gut of Nasty. Derek now lets go as wait…FINALLY!

MASTERS: Covey and Eddie run down, but they are too late, and the two Walkers and Damage hightail it. Nasty has just been destroyed!

DANIELS: We’ll clear this up folks, see you soon.

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A video package is set to play recaping Collateral Damage's main event match. As the Buffalo crowd turns their attention to the set, the arena lights cut out. All the lights are dead and the package shutsdown before it even starts.

Masters: What the hell is this, a black...

The headsets and all other electronic equipment go dead. The arena is dead, except for the boos from the fans. Chants of bullshit and refund emit through the HSBC Center. As all hope of finishing the Overdrive seems dead while techinicians try to figure out a solution to the problem, the titantron begins to flash with various images of random things, such as a barbed wire steel cage, gunshots from an ak-47, a burning police car, a laughing skull, d-day, images of hell, an electric chair, rain falling onto an empty street, a cotton field, a shot from a tank, a bloodied ice pick and many other various images. The crowd looks on in awe and confusion as this video plays for several minutes until shuting off. A calm silence emits until a bolt of lightning strikes the Overdrive set, causing a piece of it too break and fall onto the stage. The titantron reappears with a simple message...

"next Overdrive... THE RETURN"

The arena buzzs with curiousity and speculation as the lights return to normal and the show is back in control of CZW........ maybe.

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-=- EXTREME RULES SINGLES MATCH -=-

(2 RP per person) "OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE -vs- "The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND

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TOWERS: "Our next match is schedule for one fall, and is an Extreme Rules match!"

MASTERS: "How's that any different than any other CZW match?"

DANIELS: “I don’t know, I’m still confused by all these technical difficulties we have been having, and who is returning next week on Overdrive?!”

MASTERS: “It could be a number of people!”

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Dallas, North Carolina... weighing in at 228 pounds... he is the current CZW Hardcore champion... 'The Reaper' BRIAN KIRKLAND!!"

"Time Of Dying" by Three Days Grace plays and the crowd cheers. The newest Beautiful Agony member Brian Kirkland comes out, and a small fireworks display goes off. He holds his title up high above his head, before making his way down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and poses on a turnbuckle.

DANIELS: "The Hardcore champion is looking to break this tie, as this long lasting rivalry is about to come to a head!"

TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina... weighing in at 275 pounds... he is a member of the Whole Damn Show... 'The OGT' MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!"

Tool's "Die Eier von Satan" plays as most of the crowd boos. The lights dim and a lights display plays as Maynard comes out. He means business, immediately locking eyes with Brian and ignoring the crowd's reactions. He jogs in place for a brief moment, before making a beeline down to the ring. He slides in, and Brian immediately attacks him.

MASTERS: "Business is underway!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland lays some stiff shots in, and picks up Maynard in a headlock. Maynard tries to shove him to the ropes, but Kirkland has a death grip on his head and doesn't let go. Kirkland positions and slams him over with a headlock takedown. I can't imagine this match will have very many wrestling holds, William."

MASTERS: "No, it should be a blood bath!"

DANIELS: "Maynard connects with a punch and Kirkland lets go of the hold. They both start duking it out on their knees, each man trying to stand up first. Maynard takes the advantage with the cheap shot, a poke to the eye. Maynard then slaps Kirkland hard across the mouth. He picks him up and irish whips him to a corner. Maynard comes running in, but Kirkland moves out of the way! He gets up on the second turnbuckle and begins to unleash hell."

CROWD: "ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR.... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE... TEN!!"

MASTERS: "Kirkland with that classic, stupid ten punch crap. Maynard stumbles out of the corner, and Kirkland runs to the ropes... he nails a bulldog. He then locks on the Crossface! Maynard is frantic and still fresh enough to quickly grab the bottom rope. Thank god. Brian breaks the hold and stands up, kicking at the fallen Maynard. He picks him up.. and tosses him over the top rope!"

DANIELS: "Maynard spills out onto the floor, and the crowd is firmly behind The Reaper. Brian acknowledges their support for a moment, but immediately returns his attention to O'Toole. He is on strike, and awaits his opportunity... Maynard is slowly getting up, and Brian takes off... he runs, jumps to the top rope... AND NAILS A TOP ROPE SENTON TO THE OUTSIDE!!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "What an insane move, and both men are laid out on the floor now. Brian is up first.. and a fan just handed him a trash can lid! Get that fan out of here, that is interference!"

DANIELS: "This isn't football, William. Brian turns around and..."

* SMASH *

DANIELS: "Slams the trash can lid over the head of Maynard as he was on his knees! The crowd is loving it. Kirkland is now taking a few steps back, as Maynard tries to catch his bearings. Maynard is getting back up on his knees. Kirkland takes off and... OH!"

MASTERS: "And O'Toole nails Kirkland with a spine buster right on the floor!"

DANIELS: "That could cause internal bleeding!"

MASTERS: "And I love it. Maynard is still a little out of it though, and both men are laying down. Maynard slowly gets up, and grabs the dented trash can lid. He places the lid on Kirkland's head.. and stomps down on it! Ha, what a vicious beast!"

DANIELS: "Well, I guess Extreme Rules means NO rules, William. Maynard now picks up Brian, punching him along the way. He pulls him, and irish whips him right into the ring post!"

* DING *

MASTERS: "BOO YAA KAA! He's lucky this match isn't for that Hardcore title of his, or Maynard would be walking away with it! The crowd is booing Maynard, and it only seems to energize him more. He goes and grabs a steel chair from under the bell keeper's ass. He needs to stand up and get some exercise anyway. He folds it up, and measures..."

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DANIELS: "Maynard with a vicious chair shot to Kirkland! Kirkland folded up like an accordion. It appears that Maynard has busted Brian open, with a cut over his right eyebrow. Maynard is acting like he smells the blood, and picks Kirkland back up. He is going to irish whip him into the steel ring steps now!"

MASTERS: "O'Toole will prove once and for all that he is better than Kirkland. Here it comes and... no! Kirkland reverses!"

* CRASH *

DANIELS: "Maynard is tosses into the ring steps with reckless abandon, and he is clutching his right knee now as he's laid out. Kirkland stumbles back and forth for a moment before lifting up the ring apron. He's... he's getting out a table!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

MASTERS: "That bastard... even though the blood is spilling over his face, he knows where the table is. He leans it up against the guardrail and turns his attention back to Maynard. This can't be good. He goes and picks up Maynard. Maynard's trying to fight him off though. Oh, Kirkland with a hard knee to Maynard's gut. He goes to irish whip Maynard into the table.. but my boy is too smart! He hit the brakes right before contact!"

DANIELS: "Maynard turns around... and Brian spears him into the table!"

* CRUNCH *

DANIELS: "The crowd is going wild as both men are laid out yet again. I don't think either men will come out a winner after this one. Brian is slowly the first one up, and he struggles with picking up the prone Maynard. His face is nearly covered with a crimson mask now. He recklessly pushes Maynard back into the ring. But instead of following, he goes back to under the ring and grabs out two chairs. He throws them both in the ring. He's not done! He pulls out another table and slides that into the ring as well!"

MASTERS: "He'd better be careful, we need to protect our investment in Maynard! Kirkland, now he's expendable... but Maynard we need to keep!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland is a valued member of this roster, William, no matter how much you try to discredit him. He slides into the ring and goes towards Maynard... but Kirkland took too long, and Maynard nails a straight away low blow! OUCH!"

98% of the men in the crowd cringe at this

MASTERS: "Well I know what Kirkland WON'T be doing tonight!"

DANIELS: "The referee is just trying to stay alive in this one, and he doesn't seem to care about the low blow. But then again, Extreme rules. Maynard picks Kirkland up and chops him hard. Another chop. He grabs him and tosses him to the ropes.. the rebound, and Maynard lifts him up.. what a show of strength by Maynard, with a Gorilla press! He slams Kirkland down hard, and goes for the first pin attempt in this contest!"

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MASTERS: "How did Kirkland kick out of that!"

DANIELS: "He's not the Hardcore champion for nothing, William! Maynard seems a little surprised himself. He picks up Brian and nails another chop. He kicks him in the gut, and sets him up for a power bomb.. this could be the Opiate! He lifts him up.. but Brian slides out of it, and kicks Maynard hard in the gut. He grabs Maynard in a front facelock."

KIRKLAND, yelling out: "THIS ONE IS FOR MIKE KING!"

DANIELS: "The crowd cheer in respect to King's mention, and we've just recently learned that he has been admitted to the hospital and is in stable condition. We will keep you updated as we receive information. Kirkland drops Maynard down with an Evenflow DDT! Brian hooks the leg!"

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MASTERS: "That was too close for comfort! Kirkland is back up, and grabs one of those chairs. He places it in between the top and second turnbuckle in a corner. This can't be good for The OGT! Brian goes and picks him up.. kicks him in the gut... oh no.. irish whip.. and Maynard crashes into the chair with his face!"

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DANIELS: "And now it looks like Maynard has a cut on his forehead! Both men have drawn blood from the other, as was expected I would say. The rivalry between these two has been heated for months now. Brian stumbles over to Maynard, turns him over, and goes for the pin attempt."

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MASTERS: "That's my boy!"

DANIELS: "The crowd seems a little surprised Maynard kicked out. Brian seems frustrated, and picks Maynard up. He positions him and irish whips him to the ropes. The rebound, and Kirkland with the Fujiwara armbar... and the Crossface!! He has the Crossface on again! This should be it!"

MASTERS: "Don't say that, Daniels! Maynard, c'mon man!"

DANIELS: "Maynard is squirming, but he's nowhere near the ropes this time. He refuses to give up still, however. Maynard has both hands on Kirkland's wrist.. and with all his might, he breaks the hold! Kirkland is back up and begins stomping away at Maynard's lower back. Maynard is hurt here, William."

MASTERS: "But he's not out! That slime ball Kirkland picks him back up. and OH, heavy chop to the chest! Again! Maynard's chest is beat red now. Kirkland with a stiff right hand, right to the area where Maynard is bleeding from. He goes to the ropes... springboards and leaps towards Maynard... but Maynard catches him! Fallaway slam from Maynard!"

DANIELS: "Excellent counter there, and both men again laid out. They each reach a rope at about the same time, and begin pulling themselves up. They're both up, and they're both exhausted and beaten. After a few moments of rest, Kirkland makes a dash for Maynard and they collide, as if each with a second wind, throwing punches and kicks!"

MASTERS: "The hatred here is more than evident. Maynard takes control with a kick to the gut. He grabs BK... and nails a Full Nelson slam! That's it, Maynard, beat his ass!"

DANIELS: "It looks like Maynard has made up his mind to set that table up, and the crowd boos him as he does it. He gets it up and placed near the corner. He goes and grabs Brian... but Brian surprises him with a inside cradle!"

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MASTERS: "That sneaky bitch!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland is a warrior, a fighter. He'll do whatever it takes. They're both on their knees and beginning to throw punches at each other again. Both men now wear a crimson mask. Kirkland takes control with multiple shots. He jumps to his feet and dropkicks Maynard's chest. The OGT falls back on his legs. Kirkland picks him up, and nails a sidewalk slam. He then points to the corner near the table, and the crowd oblige!"

MASTERS: "Don't do anything stupid, Kirkland! Oh wait, what am I saying... that's all he does!"

DANIELS: "He grabs Maynard and walks him to that corner. He slaps him hard on the chest!"

* SWAT *

CROWD: "WOOOOO!!!!"

DANIELS: "He lifts Maynard up on the top turnbuckle. It looks like he is going for a super Frankensteiner through the table here, William!"

MASTERS: "Oh God no, Maynard, do something!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland slaps him again and climbs up with him... Maynard tries to fight back. BK fights him off and leaps up to his shoulders... but Maynard counters! MAYNARD COUNTERS!"

* CRASH SMASH *

MASTERS: "Maynard just Super Bombed Kirkland through the table!! OH MY GOD!!!"

DANIELS: "Hey, that's my line! Can Maynard recover to go for the pin? He seems out of it... he's back up on his feet... but he's not going for the pin?"

MASTERS: "Maynard wants to make sure the Reaper is reaped!"

DANIELS: "He picks up Kirkland and drags his body near that chair which is folded and laying on the mat. He kicks Kirkland in the gut, and places him in a power bomb position... Oh shit.... OPIATE ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!"

* THUNK *

MASTERS: "That's it, he's done, cover him and say goodnight!"

DANIELS: "He's not covering him!?"

MASTERS: "What are you doing, O'Toole??"

DANIELS: "He's just staring down at the motionless body of Kirkland!"

MASTERS: "Pin him, OGT!"

DANIELS: "He goes down to his knees and he's grabbing Kirkland.. He's locked in the Undertow!"

MASTERS: "HA HA YES!"

DANIELS: "The referee is checking on Kirkland... I think he's out cold, William!"

MASTERS: "Put him in the freezer then, Maynard!"

DANIELS: "The ref is checking but Kirkland cannot respond! HE CALLS FOR THE BELL!!"

* DING DING DING *

TOWERS: "Your winner, by way of knock out... MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!"

DANIELS: "Kirkland never gave up! He never submitted!"

MASTERS: "No but he passed out, and that's just the same!"

Tool's "Die Eier von Satan" plays over the PA as the crowd is booing. Maynard looks down at Brian for a moment, and then nods to himself. He leaves the ring. Kirkland begins to stir around, and the crowd begins giving him a standing ovation for his effort. He looks disappointed, and hurt. He stands up, and CZW heads to a commercial.

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December 31st... New Year's Eve... While some will be partying...

Some will be fighting!

Live, from the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin... CZW proudly presents...

BEGINNING OF THE END!

Titles will be on the line... pride will be on the line... IT ALL will be on the line as the best CZW superstars bring the year 2008 to close in the only fashion they know how. See such superstars as the CZW World Heavyweight Champion, El Pablo...

The CZW Intercontinental Champion, Karl "The Jackal" Jackson!

The Whole Damn Show, consisting of Matt Covey, Big Nasty, Eddie Rowan, Maynard O'Toole and Alan Fiscus!

The CZW World Television Champion, Eric Collum!

"The Hardest Working Man in the CZW" J.A. Sawyer!

The CZW Hardcore Champion, Brian Kirkland!

"The One Man Show" Ronnie McNeil!

The CZW Queen of Combat, "Miss Sexy Thong" Debra Lopez!

AND MANY MORE!

Tickets are on sale NOW, be sure to be there... or be square!

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We return to CZW, as Kirkland is up on the ramp and waving to the crowd. He turns around and goes behind the curtain.

The feed cuts to backstage, right where he entered. Kirkland looks disappointed, but assured that he gave it his all. He's beaten Maynard before, and Maynard's beaten him before. There will be a fourth match, he knew. He wasn't sure where, or when. But he'll be ready to even it up with his old nemesis. He continued to think to himself, heading towards his locker room. Suddenly, he is blindsided from the left!

DANIELS: "Wait, who is that!? Is that... That's 'Flawless' Frank Finch!"

Finch is wearing a dark gray business suit, and his hair is in a ponytail. Suddenly he is joined by "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus!

MASTERS: "FISCUS IS GETTING HIS REVENGE!"

They double team Kirkland, and although he tries to fight back with all of his might, he is just too exhausted to last against such adversaries. Fiscus continues pounding away at Kirkland, making him bleed more from his wound. Finch leaves, and is off screen. Alan shouts out at him, directing traffic. Finch comes back into view and has a large...

crucifix!

DANIELS: "OH MY GOD, what are they going to do with that!?"

Finch stands it up between two pillars, and Alan picks Kirkland up. He drags him over to the crucifix, and both men proceed to tie his wrists to the crucifix with some rope that Finch also had with him. The crowd is going crazy, and it can be heard even here. They are deeply offended at what has just happened, the mockery of their saint, Jesus Christ. Finch and Fiscus get Kirkland all tied up, and they laugh to themselves.

MASTERS: "I... I am speechless."

Fiscus slaps Kirkland hard in the face, to revive him just enough for him to hear what he has to say. The camera can pick up on it rather well.

ALAN: "The day of reckoning is upon you, Kirkland! What, did you think I would forget? You've noticed I've been more active recently in CZW, haven't you? You'd be a fool not to know that I would come for your blood at some point. Are you a fool, Kirkland?"

Alan slaps Kirkland again, as Finch helps hold the crucifix up and laughs.

ALAN: "I think you are. I think you forgot what you and your partner, Michael King, did to me a few months back. I think you forgot the fact that both of you decided it was a good idea to BREAK the ankle of the One Man Riot! Well look what it got you, son? It got you pain. It got you anguish. It got you... crucified, ha ha! But you're not saviour, Kirkland. You're no hero. You are just a pathetic parasite, trying to leech yourself on to fame and fortune at my expense. You think joining a group of rejects in Beautiful Agony will help you? You are a seriously ignorant human being. Revenge is a dish best served cold, Kirkland. Just ask... Mike King what we did to him earlier tonight!"

Fiscus and Finch laugh as Daniels interjects

DANIELS: "And it has been confirmed that Mike King will miss an indefiniate amount of time from a VERY serious concussion, which we just learned was at the hands of these two monsters."

FISCUS: "Mike King got what he deserved. And you, Kirkland. This is what you deserve, you piece of SHIT!"

Alan rears back and gets a head of steam....!!

* CRASH!!!! *

DANIELS: "Alan Fiscus just Yakuza kicked Brian Kirkland in the chest... with that special boot... and THROUGH that cross!! Dear Lord! The crowd is going crazy, we might have a riot on our hands William!!!!"

MASTERS: "I.. I..."

Quickly, a slew of CZW personnel come running onto the scene to check on Kirkland and distance him from Fiscus and Finch. Casey Rogers, head of security, makes it them and quickly gets in Alan's face.

CASEY: "Fiscus you need to LEAVE this arena IMMEDIATELY."

Fiscus smiles crazily at Casey as Finch tries to hold him back.

ALAN: "Or what, big man!"

CASEY: "Or else I'll remove you MYSELF. You've just offended EVERY single crowd member out there tonight, and most likely EVERY viewer of this damn television show! You and Finch GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!"

Finch convinces Fiscus to pull back, as Casey means business. On site EMTs have reached Kirkland, and are checking on him. He is concious and breathing, but holding his chest.

DANIELS: "This is horrible, William! Just despicable!"

MASTERS: "I... I..."

DANIELS: "What, you don't know what to say!? C'mon, asshole, you know you loved it!"

MASTERS: "I think I am in love with Alan Fiscus."

DANIELS: "You are a piece of trash, and a horrible man. A HORRIBLE man."

The feed cuts to Fiscus and Finch as they are walking down a hallway, presumably towards an exit. They seem very proud of themselves, smiling and laughing it up. They must have pre-determined their banishment, as they have bags packed and ready to go near the exit they are approaching. Suddenly, Alan jumps.

ALAN: "Holy shit!"

The camera pans, and shows the Nagaski Ninja standing near the door, with his arms crossed. Alan's eyes are huge, and he immediately steps behind Finch, as if to put Finch in the line of fire. Finch looks very alarmed as well... now, anyway. The Ninja uncrosses his arms and points at Fiscus."

ALAN: "... F**k this, Frank, let's get the hell out of here! Badaaah!!!!"

Fiscus and Finch quickly pick up their bags and haphazardly slam out through the exit door. The Ninja puts his hands on his hips and nods to himself. Daniels and Masters remain silent as Overdrive cuts to another commercial break.

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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-

(2 RP per person limit) "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY -vs- "The Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM

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Daniels: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, if you’re just now joining us, we just witnessed the most horrific, sadistic events I have ever seen since I’ve been here in CZW and that says a lot.

Masters: Indeed, Jarred, Brian Kirkland will never be quite the same after that.

Daniels: Well up next we have a grudge match, to say the least, “The Human Highlight Reel” Eric Collum taking on “Bad Ass” Matt Covey, Jessica Towers is standing by.

Towers: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is set for one fall

"Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir floods the arena as well as a wave of boos from the crowd as “Bad Ass” Matt Covey busts out from the curtains, stands at the entrance ramp and stares a hole right through the booing fans. Covey flips them off and stalks the ring. Covey gets in and waits for Collum to show up.

The lights in the arena go out and are replaced by multicolored flashing lasers and strobes. "Fly From the Inside" by Shinedown hits the P.A. system and the fans jump to their feet with a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Eric Collum comes walking out onto the stage, baring a crutch in hand.

Daniels: What the hell has Collum brought out here, is that a crutch?

Masters: I believe it is indeed, Jarred.

Collum slowly makes his way to the ring as he waves the crutch around, threatening Covey. Collum gets in the ring, puts the crutch in the corner and then aggressively walks right up to Covey’s face as Jenny begins to make the introduction.

Towers: Introducing first, standing to my left, he hails from Houston, Texas, standing at five foot, ten inches tall and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds…..THE HUMAN HIGHLIGHT REEL…..ERIC…..COLLUM!!!!!

A mix of cheers and boos are heard from the crowd.

Towers: And standing to my right, he hails from….Wherever He Damn Well Pleases?.....standing at six foot, one inches tall and weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds……BAD ASS….MATT COVEY!!!!!!!!

Massive boos fill the arena from all the fans. Jessica gets out of the ring and out of harms way as Covey and Collum circle each other and the bell rings.

The two men tie up, Covey launches Collum into the corner then follows behind but Collum jumps off the corner rope and nails Covey with a springboard pele kick, sending Covey to the mat, hard. Collum jumps on top of the turnbuckle and sets up for the Aerial Revolution….

Daniels: Eric Collum is trying to end this quick, he’s setting up for the aerial revolution, IT’S ALL OVER!

Masters: Please, Jarred, don’t count Covey out just yet.

Covey jumps up from the mat and drop kicks Collum in the knees, Collum falls to the ropes, groin first. Covey hooks Collum’s head and nails a DDT.

Masters: See, I told you.

Covey covers Collum for the pin….

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Daniels: What the hell is he doing? He had Collum pinned to the mat, he may have won the match right there.

Masters: Well it’s quit obvious, Covey isn’t looking for a win, he wants to punish this man and teach him a lesson.

Covey gets up, walks over to the corner turnbuckle and proceeds to take the protective padding off. Collum gets back to his feet, sneaks up behind Covey and nails him with a drop kick to the back, sending Covey’s face hard into the exposed turnbuckle. Collum grabs Covey from behind and hits a German suplex, then another German suplex, then another and another. The crowd goes nuts as Collum nails multiple German suplexes on Covey. Covey is laid out on the mat; Collum runs at the opposing ropes and hits a lionsault on Covey. Collum contemplates going for the pin but he slides out of the ring instead and grabs a steel chair, then climbs on the turnbuckle. Collum leaps off with the chair placed underneath his right leg….

THWACK!!!

Collum hits a steel chair leg drop on Covey’s face, busting him open as Collum goes for the pin and the referee gets in place.

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Daniels: How in the blue hell did Covey manage to kick out of that sadistic chair shot?

Masters: How many times must I tell you, silly man? Never count a Covey out, well except maybe Ed.

Daniels: Oh, that was low, Masters, just low.

Collum begins stalking Covey’s broke, bloody corpse but Covey sees his own blood and proceeds to snap. He gets back to his feet and begins wailing on Collum with right hands to the face. Covey tosses Collum into the corner and lays body checks, punching Collum several times to the gut then kicks Collum in the ribs and Collum falls to the ground. Covey stomps a mud hole in Collum as he lies in the corner. Covey slides out of the ring, reaches underneath the structure and pulls out a ladder then slides it into the ring. Collum is still sitting in the corner of the ring, writhing in pain; Covey picks up the ladder, backs up to the other corner and runs at Collum. Right before Covey can nail the ladder in Collum’s face; Collum grabs the ropes for leverage, swings his legs up and kicks the ladder into Covey’s face, sending Covey to the mat, hard.

Daniels: OH MY GOD! What a counter by the human highlight reel, Eric Collum. He damn near took Covey’s head, clean off.

Masters: Indeed this is not looking good for the bad ass right now.

Collum grabs the ladder and begins mutilating Covey with several strikes to the gut and legs. Collum places the ladder on top of Covey, climbs turnbuckle, leaps off and nails an Imploding 450 splash on the ladder and Covey, who is trapped underneath it.

Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Collum looks at Covey and contemplates going for the pin but decides to climb the turnbuckle and go for yet another aerial move. Collum leaps off but Covey raises the ladder in the air causing Collum to land on the ladder but not Covey. Collum rolls around on the mat, in pain and Covey some how gets back to his feet.

Daniels: Collum is going to kill himself, he had strict orders from his doctor NOT to attempt any aerial moves and he his paying dearly for it now.

Masters: Who are you, his mother? If Eric Collum wants to kill himself, then let him.

Covey garbs two chairs from outside the ring, he then places one chair behind Collum’s head then takes the other chair and reaches back…

THWACK!!!!

CON-CHAIR-TO!!!!!

Covey nails a con-chair-to on Collum and now he is busted open, both men are busted open now. Covey then signals to the crowd that he’s going for the Blow it our your Ass….meanwhile, there’s a ruckus in the crowd.

Daniels: What the hell is going on, Masters?

Masters: OH MY GOD, LOOK THAT’S KARL JACKSON!!!!

Karl Jackson runs through the crowd and jumps over the security railing, slides in the ring as Covey sets Collum up for the Blow It Out Your Ass. Karl spins Covey around but out of nowhere, Maynard comes hauling ass down to the ring for the save but

THWACK!!!!

Daniels: AY DIOS MIO!!!!! THAT CAMERA MAN JUST NAILED MAYNARD WITH HIS CAMERA!!!!

Masters: Well that camera man is going to be fired before the night is over.

Daniels: WAIT….THAT’S NOT A CAMERA MAN……THAT’S GREGORY GRANTHAM!!!!

Grantham looks at the fallen corpse of Maynard then slides into the ring, he clothes lines Covey then picks him up. Jackal and Grantham set Covey up then nail him with a double powerbomb. Collum sets the ladder up, climbs on top…..

AERIAL REVOLUTION FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!!!

Collum covers Covey for the pin…

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Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER……THE HUMAN HIGHLIGHT REAL…..ERIC COLLUM!!!!!!

MASTERS: The Whole Damn Show going one down there…

DANIELS: What and you condone all those attacks? Arh I can’t be bothered asking you anymore, anyway, this stable feud is going insane!

MASTERS: It’s exciting Jarred, for us and for the fans.

DANIELS: Speaking of exciting, up next we have exactly what the headline says…ODD COUPLE…Tag team match!

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ -=- ODD COUPLE TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

(2 RP per team) EL PABLO & RONNIE McNEIL -vs- THE JACKAL & MORTIUS

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Masters: Well its our main event coming up.

Daniels: That’s right, and a strange one at that. We have the Jackal teaming up with the very man he went to war with at Collateral Damage. And they are teaming against El Pablo and one of the two men he faced at Collateral Damage, Ronnie McNeil.

Masters: One thing we know is that this one is going to be explosive. How can these teams possibly work together?

Daniels: I feel that the team that works that one out may be our winners tonight. Jessica looks to be standing by for this one.

Towers: The following Tag Team contest, it is set for one fall.

Tearing the Vale from Grace begins to play. The fans give a mixed reaction, although it is predominantly cheers that greet Mortius into the HSBC Arena.

Towers: Heading into the ring, from San Antonio Texas. Weighing in at 304lbs… Moooortius!!!!

Daniels: Mortius put on one hell of a showing at Collateral Damage. Many feel he would’ve won the intercontinental title had it not been for the interference of Gregory Grantham.

Masters: By many I take it you mean Jarred Daniels, Jarred Daniels and maybe… err…Jarred Daniels?

Daniels: Well whatever, you can be sure he and Jackal have plenty of unfinished business after that controversial end. Will they be able to put there differences aside for just this one night.

Gold Medal by Trademarc begins to play and the crowds erupt with booing as the Jackal comes onto the stage area. His eyes focus on the ring and his tag team partner as he holds up his intercontinental championship belt.

Towers: And his tag team partner, now residing in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He weighs 235lbs… the CZW Intercontinental champion… Karl The Jackal Jaaaackson!!!

Masters: There he is, the man who took Mortius out at Collateral Damage to retain his title, despite an assisting low blow from Jenny Jacobs.

Daniels: That as may be but take a look at this. The Jackal with his ice cold eyes locked on Mortius and Mortius staring right back with a look of total distain.

Masters: And now they are face to face, Jackal and Mortius look like they are going to go at it right now.

Daniels: There are a lot of combustible elements in there already.

Masters: Absolutely, how about adding a bit more fuel to the mix?

King of My World by Saliva begins to play as Ronnie McNeil arrives on the stage, his head covered by a hood as he bounces from side to side to the sound of resounding boos from the fans.

Towers: And the opponents, first… from Birmingham, Alabama…weighing in at 260lbs…he is the One Man Show, Ronnie McNeeeeeeil!!!!

Masters: Well this guy is one of the best in CZW, why he has never won the world title is beyond me. How about the CZW giving this guy some real opportunities?

Daniels: Now you really are talking out of your proverbial backside, this guy had a golden opportunity this past weekend at Collateral Damage. He is good, I’ll agree with you, but he was beaten in that match… just like he was in his previous three attempts.

Masters: What exactly are you trying to say Jarred? Are you saying he isn’t good enough to be champion?

Daniels: I never said that, now you are putting words in my mouth again.

Masters: You better watch yourself there, Ronnie may come and slap the taste out of your mouth if you continue to bad mouth him.

Daniels: I wasn’t bad mouthing anyone! Can we just get on with commentary for this match?

Masters: You were bad mouthing him.

Daniels: I don’t want to argue.

Masters: Well I could stick my boot up your ass if you’d prefer that.

The crowds start cheering as Been Training Dogs by Cooper Temple Clause begins to play. There is darkness with just a few bright spotlights from the stage before a wall of pyro announces the arrival of El Pablo.

Towers: And his tag team partner, he hails from Portsmouth, England and weighs in at 205lbs. He is the CZW World Heavyweight Champion… The Five Star Superstar… Elllll Paaaablo!!!!

Masters: This guy makes me sick, how the hell did he manage to get out of Collateral Damage with the championship?

Daniels: Well… he beat his opponents and won the match.

Masters: Alright smart ass!

Daniels: Well it appears Ronnie is holding the ropes for El Pablo.

Masters: A true gentleman is Ronnie.

Daniels: Well that remains to be seen. It appears Pablo is choosing to go around, not falling for any reuse by his tag partner here tonight.

Masters: It’s just typical of this El Pablo. Ronnie just offered this guy the olive branch, a truce… and what does Pablo do, he shoves it right back in his face.

Daniels: Well the match is almost upon us now; it looks like it will be Ronnie McNeil and Karl Jackson to start.

DING DING

Masters: Well Ronnie and Karl Jackson circling the ring. These two have never met one on one, infact have only been in the same ring on one previous occasion… that being the big Assault versus Warzone match a few months ago.

Daniels: That’s right William. But tonight they are about to go at it… and its Karl Jackson with a side headlock to start, no McNeil sends the Jackal to the ropes and he rebounds… collision…neither man goes down.

Masters: A cocky smile on the face of Ronnie McNeil, but the Jackal looks focused… as he always does.

Daniels: Collar and elbow tie up now, its Ronnie with that size advantage pushing the Jackal back to the ropes… and… a clean break. Unusual for Ronnie, but good nonetheless.

Masters: And the Jackal now looking at Mortius, Ronnie is willing the Jackal to tie up again… no, the Jackal tags Mortius.

Daniels: Well Mortius is a big guy… the biggest man in this match.

Masters: Ronnie and Mortius in a collar and elbow tie up. Woooah!!!

Daniels: Mortius just pushed Ronnie half way across the ring to the canvas. Take at look at Ronnie’s face; I don’t think he can believe the power of Mortius.

Masters: Well he is strong; just ask the Jackal he felt that strength at Collateral Damage. Wait… it’s a tag, El Pablo now the legal man.

Daniels: And El Pablo now circling, maybe trying to figure out a way of taking down his much larger opponent. Mortius comes in with a swinging right hand… Pablo ducks, kick to the gut. Mortius tries another right hand… Pablo ducks again…dropkick… Mortius staggering. Another dropkick, Mortius staggers back further… El Pablo charges in. Mortius lifts him up… Pablo turns it into a flying head-scissors in mid-air!!! The crowds love their high flying World Champion.

Masters: Well I don’t like the guy.

Daniels: Well Mortius getting back up to one knee but Pablo has already climbed the turnbuckle… Missile Dropkick! Mortius down, Pablo hits the ropes…Rolling Thunder.

Masters: Damn El Pablo, he’s so fast.

Daniels: The cover

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Daniels: But Pablo is ready… Mortius rolling out the ring to maybe try and catch his breath. Wait… what the…

Masters: I don’t like the guy but that was impressive…a Running Suicide Front flip over the top rope to the outside.

Daniels: Well that’s why he is the champion. Wait… the Jackal is coming round. El Pablo very cleverly gets back in the ring.

Masters: The Jackal imploring Mortius to get up. I don’t blame him, Mortius taking his time getting up.

Daniels: Well Mortius has just been hit by a flying… oh my god!!! Both the Jackal and Mortius taken out by an El Pablo cross body from the top turnbuckle to the outside. The crowd is going mental!!!

Masters: Someone needs to control this guy. He’s trying to get Mortius back in the ring now, but struggling.

Daniels: And Ronnie just looking on, shouldn’t he be down there helping El Pablo?

Masters: Why should he? Anyway, Pablo now is putting the boots to Mortius, the Jackal getting back to his feet.

Daniels: And a swift kick to the Jackal as he is getting up… no Jackal catches Pablo’s boot… Enziguri by Pablo… Jackal down!

Masters: Mortius has rolled himself back into the ring, and Pablo going in after him.

Daniels: The Jackal is getting back up as Pablo is now in the ring with Mortius down on the canvas. El Pablo… what’s this going to be… Split Legged Moonsault from the top.

Masters: And the cover…

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Masters: I don’t think that was an instruction Jarred.

Daniels: Mortius is being dominated here.

Masters: And Pablo isn’t even letting Ronnie McNeil get in on the action… he’s a selfish…

Daniels: El Pablo on the top turnbuckle again. He’s indicating the Pablo Splash, this could be it already. The fans are cheering

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Masters: That was great, the Jackal just kicking Pablo’s left ankle… he’s straddled across the top turnbuckle. That’s got to hurt Jarred… the crowd don’t like it, but I do.

Daniels: Well Mortius is stirring now; this has to spell trouble for El Pablo.

Masters: Well I’m no Jackal fan, but that was probably enough to turn this match around.

Daniels: Or maybe not… El Pablo is back up on the top turnbuckle… Flying Body Press onto Mortius… Mortius catches him.

Masters: And he’s at the mercy of this man now… what will he do here to the champion.

Daniels: Oh my god… that was a sickening thud as Mortius just dropped El Pablo in the sidewalk slam.

Masters: And now he is eyeing up the Jackal… the Jackal looks like he wants in. Mortius going back over to El Pablo…picks him up… hard Scoop Slam.

Daniels: You can see the pain on El Pablo’s face William. This man is a powerhouse and when he hits those slams they sure as hell hurt. And once again he has the champion up… Lifting Choke!!!

Masters: Mortius just holding El Pablo up like a young child.

Daniels: He’s stopping the oxygen getting to his brain. Mortius could end the match right here… and he drops him with another sickening crash. El Pablo is hurt. And Mortius now tagging the Jackal with a hard slap across his shoulder.

Masters: The Jackal doesn’t look happy. He’s not always the sharpest knife in the drawer. He needs to turn around and concentrate on El Pablo, not Mortius.

Daniels: The Jackal with his back to his opponent as he argues with Mortius… El Pablo is up…Roll up from behind!!!

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Masters: That was unfair, I am sure I just saw a hair pull by Pablo!

Daniels: The Jackal has no hair you moron.

Masters: Who are you calling a moron? I definitely saw a hair pull!!!

Daniels: The Jackal charges in and El Pablo with a Spine buster!!!

Masters: I think that took the last bit out of El Pablo though, he’s down on the canvas as is the Jackal.

Daniels: Well Pablo is making his way over to tag in his partner who has yet to have a decent part in this match.

Masters: The Jackal getting up to his feet… El Pablo almost there.

Daniels: What the hell!!! Ronnie McNeil just dropped off the apron as El Pablo went for the tag. Ronnie smiling… this is bad news for El Pablo, looks like his partner has walked out on him.

Masters: The Jackal is back to his feet and stalking his prey.

Daniels: Turn around El Pablo…

Masters: Whoa what a vicious clothesline. El Pablo just spun 360 degrees I the air. The Jackal celebrating.

Daniels: Well the fans hate it. Ronnie just standing there smiling as Jackal now mounting Pablo and dishes out hard right hands to his cranium.

Masters: El Pablo could be in big trouble here… this is great.

Daniels: Jackal has El Pablo up… overhead belly to belly suplex!!!

Masters: The Jackal in total control for his team. Now he is just stomping on El Pablo.

Daniels: Well Ronnie may have had a change of heart; he is back on the ring apron stretching out his hand to El Pablo. But it may be too little too late for El Pablo. Jackal now lifting up El Pablo one more time… vertical suplex… no Pablo reverses…DDT!!!

Masters: And now Ronnie is waiting for him to make the tag. Jackal rolling over towards Mortius, the tag is made and Mortius running in.

Daniels: El Pablo!!!! No!!! Ronnie just stepped off the apron again… and this time he is laughing as El Pablo is greeted by a hard running kick to the temple by Mortius.

Masters: Mortius has El Pablo down. No he has him back up again, what next for El Pablo… it’s a Full Nelson Slam.

Daniels: El Pablo looks like he’s been in a car wreck, how much more can this poor guy take… Mortius covering!

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Masters: Yes but Pablo is done here. Mortius lifting him up again… where is he taking him.

Daniels: We’ve seen this before, he’s on the second turnbuckle…I think he may be setting him up fro the Mortius Slam!!!!

Masters: What the… I thought El Pablo was finished.

Daniels: Never count the World Champion out, that was a great Tornado DDT from that second turnbuckle and it has bought El Pablo a little time.

Masters: And he is going to need that as he is going alone on this one. El Pablo is going to the top turnbuckle.

Daniels: He says it is time. Ronnie McNeil back up on the apron…Wait!!! I think he may have made a tag.

Masters: I don’t think El Pablo noticed… was that a tag Jarred?

Daniels: I don’t know… but… PABLO SPLASH!!! He got it!!! He got it!!!

Masters: The cover…

Daniels: But no count, Ronnie did make the tag. El Pablo is not the legal man. The crowd is booing, he had the match won.

Masters: El Pablo cannot believe this. Ronnie in the ring now, Pablo looks pissed Jarred.

Daniels: This is despicable; Ronnie not only left El Pablo to do all the work but then tags in at the worst possible moment.

Daniels: Well they are busy arguing and Mortius is crawling over to the Jackal. Pablo pushes Ronnie… Ronnie pushes El Pablo back. The referee needs to sort this out.

Masters: Well Mortius is nearly there, the Jackal foaming at the mouth wanting to get in to the ring here.

Daniels: And it’s the tag!!! The Jackal is legal!!! And now El Pablo goes back to the apron, he doesn’t look happy though.

Masters: Ronnie turning around and seeing the Jackal. Ronnie charges at the Jackal.

Daniels: Drop toe hold by the Jackal, taking Ronnie down. Wait, he’s going for the cover already!!!

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Daniels: What!!! The Jackal won with a Drop Toe Hold!!!

Masters: That can’t be right. El Pablo is in the ring, he’s shouting something at Ronnie.

Daniels: The crowds are stunned here. That was somewhat surreal to see a world class athlete like Ronnie McNeil beaten, by a drop toe hold!

Masters: Hey, it’s exploded here!!! El Pablo is all over Ronnie McNeil!!!

Daniels: El Pablo with a clothesline, sending Ronnie McNeil over the top rope. And now… diving body press!!!

Masters: El Pablo showing himself to be a truly sore loser and a truly poor tag team partner.

Daniels: That’s bullshit and you know it. Pablo’s eyes tell the story. He feels screwed here tonight. Ronnie with a kick to Pablo… this is an all out brawl.

Masters: Too right, these two despise each other.

Daniels: What the!!! The Jackal has just laid out Mortius with a chair shot from behind as he was watching Pablo and McNeil go at it.

Masters: They heard that shot in the cheap seats Jarred.

Daniels: Mortius is down, that sick Jackal with his second victim of the night.

Masters: Wait, that’s Collum and Grantham!

Daniels: That spells real trouble for Mortius. Tim Timmons may be out indefinitely after these three sick bastards did a number on him earlier. We may need some help out here. Wait!!! Eric just nailed Pablo from behind with a hard kick between the legs just as he was laying into Ronnie McNeil.

Masters: That was painful to watch, even if it was on El Pablo.

Daniels: What is going on here? Grantham now picking up El Pablo and placing him in the ring with the Jackal.

Masters: They are following, taking there time to casually enter the ring.

Daniels: I really don’t like the look of this William. The Jackal is armed and dangerous here.

Masters: El Pablo may finally get what he deserves.

Daniels: Come on, even if you don’t like the guy… you can’t wish this on anyone. We know what these animals are capable of. Oh no… Jackal has dragged Mortius to the apron edge and is standing on the edge himself. I feel he has something sick in…Oh sweet Jesus!!!

Masters: That was sick… I admit it. That was too far.

Daniels: That twisted Jackal just stamped on the back of Mortius’ head as his face was over the edge of the apron.

Masters: Jackal has just decimated Mortius with one move.

Daniels: And now just kicks him out the ring like a piece of trash. And Grantham has El Pablo up… 4.0!!!!!

Masters: That is an awesome move Jarred… from an awesome superstar.

Daniels: Awesome move maybe, but El Pablo has just been decimated.

Masters: And now Collum is on the top rope… it’s the AERIAL REVOLUTION!!!

Daniels: And he hits it!

Masters: That is a thing of beauty.

Daniels: Wait, Ronnie McNeil is entering the ring now.

Masters: Does he have a death wish?

Daniels: And this could explode at any second. All three of this destructive stable are staring at Ronnie, and he is staring back… not backing down despite the obvious odds against him should this erupt.

Masters: I think Grantham just gave the signal for his team to back up.

Daniels: You may be right. Grantham, Collum and Jackson are all standing back now. Ronnie seeming to be looking at El Pablo.

Masters: He’s definitely focused on El Pablo. He’s lifting him up…

Daniels: Oh no, please… El Pablo has taken enough.

Masters: He has him up… and hits the IMPERFECTIONS!!!!

Daniels: El Pablo has now taken three finishing maneuvers. And Ronnie doesn’t look to be finished. Oh no… the Flashing Lights!!!!

Masters: El Pablo is screaming in pain… but there is nowhere for him to go. This is why I love CZW!!!

Daniels: Come on now, that’s enough. These four guys have done a real number on the World Champion… and Ronnie McNeil is not letting up.

Masters: Well CZW have held Ronnie down for so long, he’s finally had enough and it looks like El Pablo has to be the one that suffers for it.

Daniels: Someone needs to stop this; there are people in the crowd in tears.

Masters: And it’s great to see. El Pablo’s career being ended tonight in that very ring!

Daniels: And finally Ronnie McNeil releases, but El Pablo is out cold. And now we have a situation… Grantham, Collum and Jackal have closed in on Ronnie McNeil.

Masters: Ronnie looks worried Jarred…

Daniels: Ronnie could be the next victim of this faction.

Masters: I’m not so sure…he seems to be smiling and so are Grantham, Collum and the Jackal.

Daniels: What the hell! Please don’t tell me…

Masters: I think Ronnie McNeil may have just joined this group of CZW haters. And why not, he is the biggest CZW hater of all.

Daniels: This spells real trouble for the superstars of CZW. Not just three, but four world class athletes working together with one aim… to destroy CZW and its superstars.

Masters: And now that is a sight to see… these four men raising there arms as they stand over the fallen champion.

Daniels: It’s a worrying sight; the last thing we need is for this group to get any stronger. Wait… on the stage… that’s Matt Covey!

Masters: And Alan Fiscus… Maynard O’Toole… Big Nasty…and is that… yes its Eddie Rowan, the X-Division champion.

Daniels: That’s the ‘Whole Damn Show’ that’s who it is… and they are clapping the efforts in the ring. Although by the looks on there faces, I don’t think they are here to congratulate.

Masters: Absolutely not, it looks like a challenge being made here. Two of the most powerful upcoming forces in CZW are now eyeing each other up.

Daniels: And the four men in the ring look to be inviting the five men on the stage into the ring. The Whole Damn Show is still clapping. This looks similar to what we saw earlier.

Masters: Except there is no Tim Timmons… poor sucker.

Daniels: Well as these stables grow how many more casualties are CZW going to have to suffer. How many more innocent men and upcoming stars? Not forgetting to mention our CZW World Champion who has suffered here tonight.

Masters: They’re casualties of war Jarred… and that’s what this is becoming… a war.

Daniels: And I for one am fearful of the future here in CZW. As these two factions stare each other down we are Jarred Daniels and William Masters for CZW Overdrive.

Masters: Goodnight folks. I’m sure El Pablo will be sleeping well tonight.

Daniels: Masters…please. Goodnight.

Jesse Montana
CZW President

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