CZW - OVERDRIVE


World Champion
El Pablo

 
Queen of Combat
VACANT

 
TV Champion
Eric Collum


 
X-Champion
Eddie Rowan

 
Global Tag Team Champions
Fiscus & Covey

Intercontinental Champion
The Jackal


Hardcore Champion
Tim Timmons

Rise Against
"Give It All"


CLICK THE BANNER FOR OVERDRIVE RESULTS
-=- ‘The Five-Star Superstar’ EL PABLO -VS- KARL ’The Jackal’ JACKSON
OVERDRIVE LIVE NOVEMBER 7TH 2008 Combat Zone Wrestling Tour Dates

LIVE From
Charleston, West Virginia
November 7th

-=- MAIN EVENT NON-TITLE MATCH -=-

'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO -VS- Karl 'THE JACKAL' Jackson

-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

GRANTHAM & COLLUM -VS- FIRE & ICE (Krimzon & Shawn)

-=- SINGLES NON-TITLE MATCH-=-

"Rated E For Everyone" EDDIE ROWAN -VS- "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY

-=- 2-on-1 HANDICAP MATCH -=-

"Mr. HardKore" Jase Johnson -VS- BRIAN KIRKLAND & MIKE KING

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-

"The Working Man" JA SAWYER -VS- "The Realist" KRIS KASH

-=- STEEL CAGE TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

TOTAL MAYHEM (Jakob & Ezra) -VS- NASTY DAMAGE

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-

"Mr. Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE -VS- "The OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE

-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-

MIKE MONROE & MOUNTAIN MAN -VS- ROB WRIGHT & MORTIUS

-=- DIVAS CoD QUALIFIER MATCH -=-

TATUM REGAN -VS- DEBRA LOPEZ

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-

DEAN HOBKIRK -VS- STEVEN RUSSELL

-=- DIVAS CoD QUALIFIER MATCH -=-

ALISHA WYLDE -VS- LEAH KIMARA

CZW Overdrive begins as ‘Give it All’ by Rise Against is heard blasting out from the stereo, filling the jam packed arena. Suddenly clips from the previous week plays on the Combat-Tron, showing highlights of the end events of Horrorcore:

MASTERS: "Jesse and Ronnie are laid out on the mat, as Matt tries to fight EP off. EP counters though, and takes back control. He lifts him up on his shoulders... dear God, what is this idiot going to do?"

ALAN: "It looks to me... like he's paying homage to one of his XTC buddies! That looks like a Blackjack Bomb attempt!"

DANIELS: "AND IT IS ---"

** CRASH!! **

MASTERS: "EL PABLO WITH A TOP ROPE BLACKJACK BOMB ON MATT STYLEZ... RIGHT ONTO THAT CHAIR!!!"

ALAN: "Holy Shit! The cover attempt!!!!"

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DANIELS: "WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!!!"

MASTERS: "HOLY SHIT!"

ALAN: "Jesse can't believe it, look at him as he is on his knees, covered in blood!! Now, every member of the original AMP XTC has held the greatest belt of them all!"

"Been Training Dogs" begins to blare over the PA.

JESSICA TOWERS: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND _NEW_ CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR" EL PABLO!!!!"

The crowd is going ballistic.

ALAN: "I wouldn't take my eyes off of Jesse though, he looks up to something!"

As the cage was being lifted, with Ronnie just stirring and Matt Stylez laid out motionless, the referee is handed the World Heavyweight belt. He turns around to hand it to El Pablo, but Jesse side swipes EP with a running lariat. He then kicks the referee in the gut, and takes possession of the belt.

ALAN: "Jesse with the crazy eye, something I'm all too familiar with... he might be delirious!"

Jesse has the belt, and leaves the ring. He maniacally walks up the entrance ramp, clutching on to the belt with dear life. He goes behind the curtain, and everyone is looking around confused. "Been Training Dogs" has stopped playing, and the arena is silent.

DANIELS: "What is going on here, can't we get a camera back there!?"

MASTERS: "I'm receiving word... hey look at the sky box right above the entrance ramp!"

U.S. Bank Arena's sky box suite's lights are on, and everyone can see Jesse Montana at the window. He has the World title in a death grip. He looks out into the ring, and El Pablo sees him and motions around his waist that he is the new champion. Jesse shakes his head no, almost irrationally. Suddenly, Jesse turns around as if someone else just entered the box.

DANIELS: "What is going on here..."

ALAN: "Jesse is exchanging some words with someone in that suite... wait... what --"

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

DANIELS & MASTERS: "OH DEAR GOD!!"

The crowd is going crazy.

ALAN: "Holy hell! LOOK AT WHO IT IS!!!"

The person who was dressed up as Jesse Montana from earlier is at the gaping hole that once was a window, looking down. He has Montana Expressed Jesse right through the window, and onto the concrete floor some 20 feet down. A EMT crew rushes to Jesse as he is motionless. The man in the Jesse outfit looks very satisfied, as he turns around and leaves..

DANIELS: "Who the hell was that!!?!"

ALAN: "JESSE COULD BE CRIPPLED!"

MASTERS: "JESSE COULD BE DEAD!"

DANIELS: "Wait did you see what that man's jacket said on the back? What did it say?!"

ALAN: "I didn't get a good look... but all I can say, THIS time the masked man ISN'T me!"

MASTERS: "Shit, and we got to go! Everyone tune in to the next Overdrive, where we hope at least SOME of our questions can be answered!"

The highlights end as the cameras soar back over the fans, who seem to be delighted by that piece of footage. The fireworks now blast off as Overdrive begins, to kick it off, we have commentators Jarred Daniels and William Masters.

DANIELS: What a night we had at Horrorcore ladies and gentlemen, some describe it as the greatest event CZW has ever had, I couldn’t disagree with that statement, we had new champions, we had new feuds, we had endings to feuds, we even may have had an ending of a career. Jesse Montana, the longest reigning World Champion, his reign was cut short by new crowned champion, El Pablo, but as we just saw moments ago, the real drama happened after the match as we watched Jesse Montana plunge over 20 feet.

MASTERS: And it just shows what despicable fans we have here tonight in Charleston, West Virginia, how in the hell can they cheer something as heart wrenching as that?!

DANIELS: Have you forgotten who Jesse Montana is? The most hated man in CZW and he was named that for a damn reason, I am not saying he deserved what he got, but he had it coming to him…

MASTERS: If we were not live on TV right now I would smack you right in the face for that, Jesse Montana was the heart and soul of CZW and shame on you for denying that.

DANIELS: Unfortunately we have not been able to get any updates on the health of Montana, all we know is that he is resting in a hospital in his hometown of Miami, Florida. The question still remains, who pushed Jesse Montana? Of course with Montana gone, the show must still carry on, and what a show we have.

MASTERS: Yes, I hardly feel like working today to be honest, Montana was an idol of mine, however Joel Fernandez has made a few additional matches for tonight, he is in charge for this show and I guess, without Montana around, he is the acting GM.

DANIELS: That right. And tonight, we not only see the crowing of El Pablo as new World Champion, we also see him compete against the other winner of Horrorcore, ending the reign of another $o$ member, The Jackal. He impressively beat Maynard O’Toole at his own game to end the streak, now new IC Champion. And what a contest that should be, World champ against IC champ, tonight.

MASTERS: We also see Collum and Grantham team up, what an alliance they should be, they fight Fire & Ice.

DANIELS: And don’t forget Shawn Waters, he is in control, he can choose any title he wants to compete for, whenever he wants!

MASTERS: Yes, how can we forget the fancy dress battle royal, however, if it wasn’t for that, maybe we would know the assailant who attacked my hero, our hero…Jess…

DANIELS: Oh would you stop it, next thing you know, you will be building a damn shrine for that guy on our commentary desks.

MASTERS: I might just do that, I may also just decide to throw you from a 20 foot sky box, see how you freakin like it!

DANIELS: Wait…already we have something happening, I guess tonight could be the most chaotic, who is this…

MASTERS: Ronnie McNeil…Where the hell did he come from?

DANIELS: I guess he came from the crowd William, and it seems as though he has something to say…

MASTERS: By the look on his face, it doesn’t look like good news too…

(The cameras point towards ringside. A solemn Ronnie McNeil is shown inside the ring. He's leaning in a corner, casually dressed, and holding a microphone.)

RM: Ladies and gentlemen, I had another purpose for coming out here, but I'm gonna shoot straight for a minute. I had intended to come out here, cut an old school promo, saying this and that, and vow to do something...maybe even retire. Sleep deprivation will do that to you. But I won't do that tonight. I'm gonna keep it real tonight. Horrorcore saw the end of Montana, and that can't be anything but good for CZW.

(crowd pops huge for that)

RM: Horrorcore also saw the crowning of a new world champion, and....it isn't me.

(Some cheer, some boo at that remark)

RM: Congratulations, Pablo. You had the backing of everyone in CZW, wrestler, fan, and management alike. You deserved to win. Enjoy your walk to the ring with your championship tonight, Pablo. Savor it.

(Crowd goes crazy at the mention of Pablo)

RM: I could mention a few things, but i won't. Tonight is your night, and I won't sully it by discounting you. Horrorcore also brought out a bit of a change in myself. Being sleep deprived also lets you reflect on some thing as well.

I've been giving you a side of me that isn't consistent with who I am. I'm no Messiah. I'm no Franchise. That's obviously clear to you. I am a legend...my career speaks for itself, but I don't need a moniker or a nickname to constantly speak to that. So, no more nicknames...I'm just Ronnie McNeil. And Pablo, that leads me right back to you.

You won the world title in a match that's in your element. You are the most extreme of us all around here, no questioning that. But being the world champion isn't all about extreme. It's about being the best of us all, and a victory roll and a cage full of weapons and sleep deprived men isn't what defines a champion. A champion is defined by going out and winning in any element, especially ones that aren't your best. Three weeks ago, I left you laying while earning my spot in last weeks match. Two weeks ago, you took advantage and got the win. You didn't dominate me, i dominated you, Pablo. I don't think that you can do it again, and I'm challenging you for your world title. One on One, straight up wrestling match, with normal wrestling rules. No weapons, nothing that isn't the original art of professional wrestling. Either you prove your championship worth, or I take whats now yours, and make it mine. I expect your answer by the end of the show.

(Ronnie drops the mic, and walks out, as "You Know My Name" plays.)

DANIELS: Well Ronnie may have surprised a few here tonight, rumors that this man may hang up his boots and retire have been spreading around these past few days, but Ronnie McNeil is far from done, now challenging El Pablo to a Title match.

MASTERS: And what makes him be Number one contender, he had his shot and he blew it.

DANIELS: Well he was never actually pinned, we all know Matt Stylez was pinned by El Pablo.

MASTERS: Exactly Jarred, Jesse Montana was never really beat for HIS Title, and if some deranged sycophant hadn’t of pushed him from the sky boxes, maybe he would be winning his Title back next week on Overdrive, rather than Ronnie McNeil taking his spot.

DANIELS: Well I think it would make for a breathtaking main event next week on Overdrive, hopefully we can get answers from the champ later on in the night in response to this challenge from Ronnie, but that’s next week and this is this week, to kick of the show tonight, we have two ladies ready to battle it out for a spot in the Cage of Doom…

MASTERS: Couldn’t think of a better start, Jarred!

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-=- DIVAS CoD QUALIFIER MATCH -=- (2 RP's per person) ALISHA WYLDE -VS- LEAH KIMARA

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Daniels: This next match will highlight the prominent athleticism that can only be found here in CZW’s diva division.

Masters: I just like watching them touch each other.

“Scream” by Avenged Sevenfold blats the arena as the funs jump to their feet in applause for Alisha Wylde. She acknowledges her fans as she makes her way into the ring. This is followed by “Ricochet” by Shiny Toy Guns as Leah Kimara hit’s the stage to a chorus of boos from the women in attendance, but a hail of wolf calls and whistles from the men. Leah blows kisses to the men and puts a hand in the face of women who shout obscenities at her. She enters the ring as well.

Daniels: And this match is underway!

The bell sounds and Leah makes a quick attack on Alisha, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her around before tossing her across the ring via the hair whip. Alisha hit’s the mat hard but quickly rolls back on to her stomach. Leah follows up with a heel to the face kick, dazing Alisha. Leah mounts Alisha’s back and locks in a camel clutch, trying to force Alisha to submit. As the ref checks on Alisha’s current situation, Leah reaches back and grabs the ropes for leverage, trying to steal a victory.

Daniels: Leah’s cheating!

Masters: She’s doing what it takes to get the win, ya pansy.

The referee finally notices Leah’s grasp on the rope and interjects, kicking Leah’s arm to break the hold. Alisha rolls onto her back, still beneath Leah and grabs her foe’s hair, pulling in her in close for a headbutt to the face! Leah stumbles backwards, grasping her nose as Alisha gets back on her toes, delivering a beautiful standing dropkick to Leah’s midsection, sending his spiraling backwards through the ropes and out to the arena floor. Alisha quickly takes advantage of the situation and performs an over the top rope vault, colliding with Leah as she rises to her feet, sending both women crashing to the floor. The fans are behind Alisha now as she grabs Leah up by the hair, placing her back against the ring apron and delivering repeated chest chops much to the audience’s delight as they chant “WHOOOOO!!!” with each blow.

Daniels: Alisha Wylde is in top form at the moment.

Masters: I’d love for her to be in top form on top of me.

Daniels: You have no respect for women, do you?

Masters: Oh, I respect the hell out of’em. Respect’em until they pass out from exhaustion.

Alisha rolls Leah back into the ring and then climbs the turnbuckle. As Leah stands, Alisha leaps off the top with a double axe handle, but Leah counters with a high kick to Alisha’s face as she comes down, sending Alisha Wylde to the mat on her back. Leah grabs Alisha by the hair, but Alisha counters again placing her legs under Leah’s stomach and kicking her across the ring. Leah lands near a turnbuckle, looking to have had the wind knocked out of her. Alisha gets a running start at Leah, but Leah hits her with a drop toe hold, causing Alisha’s face to collide with the turnbuckle before Leah rolls her up with a school boy, placing her feet on the middle rope fr the steal.

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The bell rings and the ref holds up Leah’s hand. She looks confident and sinister as the fans boo her illegal pinfall. But she pays them no mind and sexily walks away from the ring, blowing kisses to the men around her as Alisha Wylde looks defeated in the ring.

Daniels: I can’t believe that! She plays dirty and gets the win. Whatever happened to sportsmanship?

Daniels: That ship has sailed my friend. And now Leah Kimara has qualified for the Cage of Doom match for the Queen of Combat championship. Way to go, Leah!

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Daniels: What a great first match. You won’t see diva action like that anywhere else, I guarantee you!

Masters: I ca believe that, Dan… Wait. I’m getting word that something is going down in the back.

Daniels: Can we get a camera back there?

The scene cuts to the back where two CZW crew members are found motionless on the floor. Just behind them, “Bad Ass” Matt Covey is stalking the halls, his hair dirty and matted, and wearing a torn, sleeveless, black button up work shirt. In his right hand rests a long steel cylinder pipe. Down the hall, a voice cries out, “He’s this way! Somebody get him!” Undeterred, Matt continues to walk on as five more members of the staff and three members of the production team come rushing at him. Matt steps to the side and cracks one guy across the back with the pipe, dropping him instantly. Matt turns and slams the pipe into the gut of another with a baseball like swing, stealing the breath from his body and incapacitating him. He then thrusts the pipe forward like a lance and gut checks a third before cracking him across the head with the steel. The last two for the crew jump in simultaneously, but Matt turns the pipe sideways and presses it up under their necks, forcing the two of them back against a wall, choking the life from them as he turns his head, casting a cold and unemotional gaze upon the production staff who turn and run. A new voice suddenly calls out from behind, gaining Matt’s attention.

Joel Fernandez: Excuse me, Matt. But what are you doing to my crew, big guy?

Matt releases the men who’s faces have turned blue and turns to the assistant GM, gripping the pipe tightly in his hand.

Bad Ass: I’m looking for somebody. And regardless of what you think, or what you intend to do about it, I’m going to continue on til I find what I’m looking for. You got a problem with that?

Joel Fernandez: Not really. As a matter of fact, since the cameras are following you around at the moment, it seems to make for good ratings. So you just go ahead and do what you gotta do to whoever deserves what, and I won’t say a word against it. But you keep your aggression tuned to the roster. For God’s sake man, leave the crew alone. They’re not professional fighters.

Bad Ass: Keep’em off my back.

Joel Fernandez: Done and done. Go get’em champ.

Matt eyes Fernandez for a while longer and then turns and rolls down the hall, fronting an attck on one of the crew members who is coming back to his senses. The man flinches and Matt smirks as he disappears around a corner. The scared crew member approaches Joel, still looking down the hall. Joel looks him over and shakes his head.

Joel Fernandez: You big pu**y. Clean this shit up.

DANIELS: Bad Ass Matt Covey is on the prowl and you know what that means…

MASTERS: It means I sure as hell am not stepping foot backstage, that’s what it means!

DANIELS: That man’s eyes, the way he stares a hole straight through you, we all know the damage he is capable of, I guess we will keep you posted as the night goes on folks.

MASTERS: Wait…Now what?!

The lights in the arena darken for a moment before coming back on when To the Threshold by Hatebreed blares over the PA system. From behind the curtain come Brian Kirkland and Mike King to a great amount of cheers, both dressed in nice suits. They slap hands with some fans while coming to the ring. Mike slides under the ropes to enter the ring while Brian jumps over them. After playing to the crowd a bit Brian take a Mic from the corner of the ring and begins to speak.

BK:Lets just cut to the chase here, over the past few weeks all of you have seen Myself and Mike King aligning will one another. And over the past few weeks i keep getting asked, why? so tonight i figured, what the hell, I'll let everyone in on it. you see ever since I've debuted in CZW I've talked about making changes, changes that would better CZW. But for a while I didn't know what those changes were...until a few weeks ago when it dawned on me. Just for an example I want you all to look at the participants main event of Horrorcore. Brian points to the tron

BK:Now tell me, where in that match is CZW's new blood represented? I'll tell you the answer, it isn't. If you actually stop and think you'll realize that almost every main event is made up from the same little pool of people. Its not that I don't like the CZW vets and want them to step aside, I just want them to make room for the youth of CZW. Witch brings me to my next point, Mike King!

Mike steps forward and is now beside Kirkland.

BK:Mike King, A former tag team and Hardcore champion here in CZW, hes already done things that half the locker room wishes they could do but do you see him in the PPV Main events or in world title matches? No you don't, and thats one of the biggest shames I've ever seen.

Brian hands the Mic to King

King: Thank you Brian. I think you are right about this. You see for some reason or another CZW has tried to hold us back. I think it jealousy, see you look at the top-card guys, they have all come from the old WarZone side of CZW. Only Jesse Montana was the only Assaulter that have have consistent main events and that is because he was the almighty CZW World Champion. Us Assault guys were the new blood of CZW and the up-stars who the fans were buying into as the future but we were treated as second rate citizens. Everyone talked about how Assault was a farm-league of WarZone or how WarZone had a better than us on Assault.

Jesse Montana, I got a question for you. Jesse when you were champion, did you give me the longest reigning CZW Hardcore Champion a shot at your title? No and instead I faced men like Corey Jackson, Big Daddy Brown and Karamatic Syptom who all were below me. None of those were at my level and instead you put me down to their level because you wanted your title and you knew that I would beat you for it if I got the chance to fight you for it. What about my friend Brian Kirkland, you never got a shot now did you Brian?

*Brian nods his head*

King: While I was a champion that got sub-level challengers, Brian Kirkland showed his own against comparable challenges night in and night out, he was more deserving than I and he got the same treatment that I have received. hell what about your sparring partner Dwayne Campbell, he's only had what one match and he's had a contract for as long as you have? I think it is time that the status-quo that has ran CZW since April is questioned. Brian Kirkland and myself are not blind to the ways of the establishment and now is the time we challenge it. Now let me introduce you to our hand picked third member.

Mike points to the ramp

Let Me Entertain You starts playing over the sound system as Brian Blaze appears on the stage. He has a microphone in hand as the people are excited to hear what Mr. Entertainment has to say.

Brian: You boys are nothing but correct. Well I'm sure you can be other things but that is not what matters here. What matters here is that the future is ready to take over this industry and the future is standing right here. Mr. Entertainment Brian Blaze, Mike King and Brian Kirkland. I'll learn your nicknames later. This is what will be taking CZW to the promise land everybody.

The fans cheer as a Brian Blaze chant breaks out as you can also hear Kirkland and Mike King being chanted as well.

Brian: You see it is times like these where everything is changing. New champions are being crowned left and right and those that were are wondering if they still are. Well it's time for you people to stop wondering because you are simply that the people of yesterday. It is now time for tomorrow to come over the horizon and with tomorrow comes a future that shines so bright you could even call it the sun. However, more importantly it is the future and it is the blood of CZW. We are the future of CZW.

BK:That right there is why you were hand picked for this spot, the third member of Youthful Aggression!

To the Threshold plays over the sound system as Blaze drops his Mic and air high fives Mike and Brian Kirkland as he walks to the back.

DANIELS: So finally we have learnt what exactly Brian Kirkland and Mike King were up to, they have been planning behind the scenes and now, aligned also with Brian Blaze, they now call themselves Youthful Aggression, they are the young blood of CZW and they feel it’s time for a change, William.

MASTERS: I can understand their frustration Jarred, but come on, guys like El Pablo and Matt Stylez have been headlining shows consistently for a reason, because they are the best, I’m not sure it’s smart these guys call out men like that, and don’t forget Alan Fiscus, do you think he has forgotten what Brian and Mike did to him?

DANIELS: All good points there William, and great to see new alliances begin formed. Now speaking of young blood here in CZW, up next are two guys that could be called young blood, Hobkirk and Russell.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) DEAN HOBKIRK -VS- STEVEN RUSSELL

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DANIELS: Both men stand in the ring, both will be looking to make an impact here tonight. Russell debuted last week as we all know, at the biggest PPV CZW has seen, however it wasn’t exactly the most successful start, Mountain Man barely getting the better of him that night. Now the stakes are even higher, he faces another new star in Dean Hobkirk.

MASTERS: Stakes are high and they always are in CZW, these guys will have to get used to that, with the amount of new talent we get, not all of them will make it, but I have to say, I saw thee two preparing for this match and they do seem focused.

DANIELS: We can see that clearly now William, both men with that eye of the tiger as they call it, full of passion.

MASTERS: It will take more than an eye from a tiger to make it here in CZW!

DANIELS: Dean makes the first move here as he takes down Steven with a standard takedown, now looking for an armbar but Steven quickly struggles free. Both men back on their feet, both men lock up again, and again, Dean with the power to take down Russell.

MASTERS: Yeah being the much bigger man Jarred, he is taking full advantage, Dean now with a headlock.

DANIELS: He is being kept down, Russell, the high flyer that he is, he will get frustrated being powered down, Russell is back up though, now fighting out, an elbow, now another, Dean has let go, Russell flies off towards the ropes, bounces off, Tornado DDT by Russell…COVER!

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MASTERS: No that’s not going to be enough. Dean now getting back up quick, he seems determined Jarred.

DANIELS: It’s his debut, everyone in the company must make their first impression on him on his first match, of course he is determined. He strikes out, right, then a left, Russell is reeling quickly now as Dean presses him against the ropes and now irish whips him to the opposite side. Russell comes back…BELLY TO BELLY!

MASTERS: Russell went flying Jarred, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a little chilly up there getting that high. Dean is straight back on him, now stomping away at Russell.

DANIELS: And do you believe his size is going to make it difficult for him in CZW?

MASTERS: We certainly haven’t seen a man this small here before, he has skills but compared to a few big guys here in CZW, he is going to find it tough, speaking of which, Dean has him up on his shoulders now, what is he thinking?

DANIELS: He has him where he wants him William. He lifts him up…OUCH!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: HIt’s a devastating Stomacj breaker, and Russell is couching and spluttering, that could do it…AND ANOTHER!

DANIELS: Dean dropping an elbow drop on Steven, and goes for the cover…

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DANIELS: Dean looks frustrated, and I’m not sure if that is good or bad for him, certainly not good for Russell as Dean throws him at the ropes, Russell WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: OH MY GOD!!! THAT CLOTHESLINE TURNED HIM INSIDE OUT!!!

DANIELS: He landed on his head ladies and gentlemen, that was just a sick connection…

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MASTERS: Good God, I hope Russell is okay, that landing looked horrific.

DANIELS: Well the good news is that he’s moving, bad news is that he couldn’t get a win again this time, but Dean was highly impressive here tonight, both should be proud of their efforts, good showing!

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The camera shifts to a hallway in the back of the arena with a row of doors. There are a few arena workers that walk by the camera and down the hall and we see Mortius, in his face-paint but only partly in his ring gear as he walks toward the camera. He looks up to notice the camera personnel.

Mortius: “What are you doing here? I have to get ready for my match. I have no time for interviews.”

Camera person, off screen: “We were told to record wrestler’s reactions to the new Wrestling World Magazine’s Ranking of all CZW wrestler’s.”

Mortius rolls his eyes and reaches the door to his locker room to find a manilla envelope hanging from the doorknob. In it is what appears to be a photocopy of a magazine page with the list. Slightly curious, Mortius looks at the list.

1. El Pablo

2. Jesse Montana

3. Matt Stylez

4. Tim Timmons

5. J. A. Sawyer

Mortius reads that fifth entry a second time. “Five?” he spits, “He’s only had one match back. How did he get #5?” Irritated, he scans down the list to find his own name.

56. Jimmy Chainsaw

57. Darren Masters

58. Ring crew Bob

59. Ring crew Steve

60. Ring crew Larry

61. Mortios

Mortius looks directly up at the camera and growls, “Is this some kind of joke?”

Camera person, still off screen: “I don’t think so. That issue came out yesterday.”

Suddenly the scene shifts to another camera down the hall. This looks like a smaller, hand-held variety, and we can see Mortius from the opposite side and the first camera behind him.

Mortius: “Who in hell is Jimmy Chainsaw? And Masters? He’s a commentator! And they spelled my name wrong.” Mortius goes into his locker room and out of camera view with a loud slamming of the door. The hand-held camera moves sideways just a bit to show The Working Man J. A. Sawyer hiding around the corner with a huge smile on his face before he walks out of view.

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"Ramblin' Man" comes blastin over the PA, and out rolls Buck Evans in a wheelchair. The crowd mercilessly boos Buck, who is dressed in a black CZW t-shirt, jeans, boots, and a black cowboy hat. The boos last a few minutes, before finally silencing enough for Buck to be heard.

Buck: Hell, I reckon ya'll sumbitches 'memeber me?

The crowd erupts in boos again, and again they last a while.

Buck: Well, reckon I don't like ya'll neither?

Another huge wave of boos comes from the crowd.

Buck: Now look here, there's a lotta sumbitches back 'ere in tha back that seems to think I'm the one who tied Kirkland up. How the hell am I supposed to tie his childmolestin ass up when I'm stuck in a wheelchair. Hell, I don't know and sure as hell don't care who tied Kirkland up at Horrorcore. It wasn't me and that the fact of the matter.

With that Buck drops the mic and turns his wheelchair back around, disappearing behind the curtain.

DANIELS: Well that’s told you, William.

MASTERS: What do you mean, you’re the gossip queen of the Combat Zone.

DANIELS: Anyhow, it’s great to see Buck again, even if it was for only a couple of minutes.

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DANIELS: Well as you may know, poor Tatum has been unwell this week, we don’t have much details, but she will be back next week, unfortunately, or fortunately for the Lopez camp, this match won’t be taking place and Debra has automatically qualified.

MASTERS: Yeah, sorry to hear that about the lovely Tatum, maybe she could do with some comforting…

DANIELS: Oh please, I highly doubt you’re the type of nurse she is looking for, now next…

MASTERS: Wait a minute, something seems to be happening backstage folks…

The scene cuts to the backstage area where Mike Monroe is seen walking down the hallway before his tag match with Mountain Man. He continues down the hall when all of a sudden The camera shows a masked man running up behind Monroe. The man gets to Monroe and strikes him in the back of the head with a glass bottle. The glass bottle smashes immediately upon impact. Monroe drops to his knees as the back of his head starts to drip blood. The masked man continues his assault by dropping viscous right hands to the wound. Monroe tries to fight back with a couple of shots to his assailents gut, but they have no effect. The masked man continues by throwing Monroe through a locker room door. Once inside the locker room, the masked man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. He mounts Monroe and again starts to deliver stiff right hands to the open wound causing the wound to bleed even more. After about ten shots to the back of Monroe’s head, the masked man stands up. He looks around and sees a leather belt hanging in one of the lockers. He garbs the leather belt and wraps it around the neck of Monroe. Monroe starts to slowly pass out. The masked man drags Monroe back out into the hallway. The masked man stands over Monroe as he lays there lifeless, and the mask falls next to his body. The camera pans up and standing there is…”The Real Deal” Rob Wright. Wrigh bends down and grabs Mike by the hair and says…

Real Deal: See you in the ring, Mikey…if you can make it out there.

Rob starts to back away and laughs as security and EMT’s rush to Mike’s aid.

DANIELS: What the hell was that?!

MASTERS: What your big mouth Jarred, it looks like Rob is coming down to ringside, and Mortius is waiting for him in the ring, they were meant to have a tag team match, but it seems as though Rob has taken care of the competition all on his own.

DANIELS: Monroe could be severely hurt folks, we will keep you informed on this situation, but here he is…And the fans are not liking the Real Deal after that assault, and I certainly can’t blame them, William.

MASTERS: Rob coming down straight towards the ring here, Mortius is inside, situations could explode here.

DANIELS: Rob climbs in, both men looking cautious of each other. It seems as though Rob is telling Mortius they don’t need to worry about the match, and of course they don’t for God sake, Rob just blindsided Monroe, and the reason must just be because he is deranged.

MASTERS: The question is Jarred, does Mortius thank him, or does he feel upset he couldn’t get a chance to fight on Overdrive…

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

DANIELS: I THINK WE JUST FOUND OUT!!!

MASTERS: Mortius, what is he thinking?

DANIELS: Well, Rob may have not wanted to fight here tonight, but as we just saw, Mortius certainly does. Mortius knocking Rob down with a single right hand, and he seems to have stars in his eyes.

MASTERS: A damn cheap shot!

DANIELS: One that Rob had coming to him, Mortius clearly not liking the way Rob took it upon himself to screw up the match here tonight, Mortius took out his frustration on Wright, and who knows what could happen between these two men after this…

MASTERS: Mortius has left, Rob still in the ring, he looks shell shocked. Well, up next hopefully we can finally have some more action for you all, otherwise Jarred here will have to entertain us with his endless comedy commentary…

DANIELS: Hey, I may not be Mr. Entertainment, but I can sure entertain! Speaking of entertaining, up next Brian Blaze finally gets a big chance, now being part of Youthful Aggression, can he overcome the longest reigning IC Champion in CZW history…We’ll find out next!

MASTERS: You…Entertaining?!

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) "Mr. Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE -VS- "The OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE

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Daniels: Well ladies and gentle, to continue our action packed night of thrills, up next is the teacher versus the student as former intercontinental champion, Maynard O’Toole will get his opportunity to take out all of his aggression on Brian Blaze.

Masters: Indeed, Maynard is beside himself right now, having lost his precious Intercontinental championship. I don’t like Mr. Entertainment’s chances here tonight. He is quit an impressive athlete but he has simply been picker to go against Maynard on the wrong night.

Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is set for one fall…

Robbie Williams - "Let Me Entertain You" hits the speakers as “Mr. Entertainment” Brian Blaze arrogantly makes his way out to the ring with a huge smirk on his face. He slides into the ring and jerks the microphone out of Jessica’s hand.

Blaze: OK before this match starts, I’d just like to say that you people are all about to witness an upset, courtesy of MR. ENTERTAINMENT!

Daniels: Strong words and a very cocky prediction from Blaze.

Masters: I’ll say, who the bloody hell does this guy think he is, Baby Ruth, calling a homerun before he gets the first pitch? Blaze may be Mr. Entertainment but he won’t be so entertained tonight.

Blaze hands the mic back over to Jessica as “Die Eier Von Satan” floods the arena as does a massive sound wave of boos from the crowd. Maynard steps out from the curtains as he takes a swig from his water bottle and then tosses it into the crowd.

Masters: Ahh here comes Maynard O’Toole and all I can say is, whoever booked this match, has certainly led the lamb to slaughter.

Maynard stares a hole right through Blaze as he makes his way to the ring. Maynard gets in as Blaze confronts him and the two men are now literally face to face as Jessica Towers speaks.

Towers: To my left, standing at 6 feet 1 inches tall, weighing in at 220 pounds…he is…MR. ENTERTAINMENT….BRIAN….BLAZE!!!!!

Towers: And to my right, standing at 6 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 275 pounds…he is the former and longest reigning intercontinental champion in CZW history….O.G.T…..MAYNARD….O’TOOLE!!!!!!

Jessica steps out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins..

DING! DING! DING!

Maynard and Blaze tie up, Blaze gains the advantage as he grabs Maynard and tries to Irish whip but Maynard proves to be too strong as Maynard just pulls Blaze back to him and nails him with a massive clothesline. Maynard begins to stomp on Blaze and then hits him with an elbow drop. Maynard then leans down over Blaze and begins punching him in the head but Blaze counters with a roll up…the referee goes for the three count…

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Both men get back to their feet as Blaze smiles and gestures to Maynard that he almost had the win.

Daniels: Oh wow, Blaze so close with the upset but Maynard kicks out just in time.

Masters: Indeed, I nearly had a bloody heart attack

Daniels: You should lay off the sweets then

Masters: Perhaps I should lay off your mother then.

Daniels: Ouch!

Masters: Yeah, that’s what she said.

Blaze runs at Maynard with the Blaze of Glory but Maynard ducks and counters with a suplex, sending Blaze to the mat, hard. Maynard backs up and bounces off the ropes, he comes running at Blaze with a knee drop but Blaze rolls out of the way, Maynard’s knee hits the hard canvas. Blaze picks up Maynard and begins pummeling him with hard shots to the back. Blaze throws Maynard into the corner and begins kicking him in the midsection until Maynard drops down and Blaze starts stomping a mudhole in to Maynard.

Daniels: OH MY GOD….Blaze has snapped, he is beating the living hell of Maynard right now.

Blaze picks Maynard up and sets him upside down on the ropes. Blaze backs up and runs at Maynard…

Daniels: TREE OF WOE!!!!!

Blaze nails Maynard with a tree of woe, drop kicking Maynard right in the face. Blood begins to flow from his forehead.

Masters: Maynard is busted wide open.

Maynard stumbles back to his feet as Blaze is pumped up. Blaze runs at Maynard and goes for the hurricanranna but Blaze can not get Maynard flipped over and Maynard nails a devastating powerbomb.

Masters: OH BLOODY HELL….you could here that thud from Canada.

Maynard goes for the cover and the referee goes for the three count..

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Daniels: How the hell did he kick out of that?

Masters: Indeed, Jarred, I thought for sure, Maynard had this match won.

Maynard is arguing with the referee, Blaze gets up and drop kicks Maynard right on to the outside of the ring, Maynard hits the floor, hard. Maynard gets back to his feet as Blaze runs toward him and nails Maynard with a suicide dive. Both men get back to their feet, Blaze runs at Maynard again, in an attempt at a clothesline but Maynard ducks and sends Blaze hitting his arm, hard into the ring post. Maynard grabs Blaze and launches him into the steel steps. Maynard picks up Blaze and throws him back into the ring, Maynard climbs back into the ring and goes to pick up Blaze again but NO!!! SMAL PACKAGE!!!

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Maynard kicks out again. Maynard gets back to his feet and he looks pissed, you can see a very angry expression on his bloody face as he goes ballistic on Blaze with several and brutal punches to the face, he then throws Blaze into the ropes and nails him with a massive clothesline from hell, sending Blaze inside out. Maynard begins to stomp the living hell out of Blaze, once again. Maynard picks up Blaze and lifts him up in an impressive military press, he holds him up for what seems like forever then he drops Blaze into a modified spear. Maynard then goes for the cover as the referee goes for the count…

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Maynard picks Blaze’s head up before the referee could continue the count.

Daniels: Oh now this is ridiculous

Masters: I knew it, Maynard did not come here to get a win, that man is pissed and he is teaching a lesson to the new comer.

Maynard picks Blaze up and launches him into the corner, Blaze hits the turnbuckle hard and lands on the mat. Maynard then lifts him up onto the top rope and then executes a superplex. Both men get back to their feet….Maynard turns around….Blaze runs at Maynard and goes for the Blaze of Glory again but Maynard grabs Blaze’s foot and flips him around…..THE UNDERTOW!!!!!!

Daniels: OH MY…he’s got the Undertow locked in and he is not letting go.

The referee slides in to position as he is asking Blaze if he wants to submit but Blaze is holding on for dear life. Blaze is almost at the ropes but Maynard pulls him back and locks the hold in even more. BLAZE DOES NOT WANT TO SUBMIT….THE REFEREE HOLDS BLAZE’S HAND UP..

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DING! DING! DING!

Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….BY SUBMISSION….MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!!!

Maynard still has the hold on Blaze and he will not let up. Security comes sliding into the ring to break the hold as Maynard goes ballistic on the security staff with Opiates all around. Maynard slides out of the ring and grabs a sledgehammer and begins punishing the staff.

Daniels: Maynard O’Toole just made Brian Blaze tap and now he has gone ballistic.

Masters: indeed, he made Blaze pay dearly in this match and something tells me, this is not the last we will see of Maynard O’Toole.

Maynard’s music hits the speakers as he looks right into the camera with blood flowing from his face as he begins gesturing at his waist as if to say he will hold gold again.

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Eddie Rowan patrols the back hallways and corridors of the Charleston Civic Center with a wary eye. He seems to be having a little fun with it, darting back and forth across the hall, tumbling across doorways, and humming a James Bond-esque theme song. He draws his ‘hand’ gun and speaks in a movie trailer announcer style voice.

Eddie: “Coming to a theater near you, Eddie Rowan is… ‘Rated E for Espionage!’ His mission, to find the mysterious assassin and bring him to justice… and…”

He seems distracted as he suddenly looks down another corridor, seeing someone moving from the shadows. Eddie moves down the hall, entering the boiler room. Realizing his surroundings, a slight look of worry crosses his features. The predicament does little to stifle his dry wit, however.

Eddie: “Nope, nothing bad could happen in here…”

Looking around the room, he spots something on the floor. Picking it up, he finds a paper with a message seemingly written in blood.

-NOTHING PERSONAL, BUT YOU SHOULD NOT MEDDLE IN AFFAIRS THAT ARE NOT YOUR OWN.-

Suddenly the lights go out, and a loud slam is heard, followed by rattling chains and a loud ‘clicking’ sound. The lights flicker back on slowly and, seemingly having had enough fun, Eddie makes for the exit, only to find that the door will not open. He struggles against it but to no avail. As he begins pounding on the thick steel door, we are shown the outside where it has been chained shut and secured with a heavy padlock. A shadow shifts to the side, but as we turn towards it, we see nothing but a dark, empty corner.

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-=- STEEL CAGE TAG TEAM MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per team) TOTAL MAYHEM (Jakob & Ezra) -VS- NASTY DAMAGE

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Jessica Towers stands in the ring ready to announce the next entrants. The cage has already been lowered and secured in place.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a tag-team STEEL CAGE MATCH!!”

The lights darken as blue stage lights illuminate the entrance ramp as ‘Born in a Burial Gown’ blares out through the arena. Ezra and Jakob Mayhem stalk out towards the ring, their menacing grins worn across their faces like demonic masks.

Towers: “Introducing first, from parts unknown, Jakob and Ezra, TOTAL MAYHEM!!”

The two walk up the steps and through the doorway, testing the integrity of the steel structure as well as eyeing the ring announcer, making her squirm nervously. Both of their attention is suddenly directed towards the stage as Big Nasty’s theme, ‘Swagga Like Us’ hits. Out walks ‘the Living Legend’ onto the entrance ramp, side-by-side with his partner, ‘Old Stone’ Derek Damage to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Towers: “Making their way to the ring, from South Beach, Florida, ‘the Living Legend,’ Big Nasty, and his party, from Hartford, Connecticut, ‘Old Stone,’ Derek Damage, they are NASTY DAMAGE!!”

DD and Big Nasty make it to ringside and Towers gets the hell out of Dodge. Nasty Damage enter the ring, eyeing their opponents as the officials close up the ring. The referee calls for the bell and Total Mayhem immediately leap on the offensive!

Daniels: “Total Mayhem charging out the gates! Ezra pouncing onto Derek Damage, drilling him with fists! Meanwhile Jakob has DD backed into the corner, driving knees into his midsection!”

Masters: “This one is going to be brutal and FAST, that’s how Total Mayhem work.”

Ezra leans into Big Nasty, strangling him with both hands, a wicked glare on his face. Meanwhile, in the corner Jakob backs off from Damage only to come charging in! Damage counters, scooping the charging Mayhem up with a double-leg takedown, only to fall BACKWARDS! Jakob’s head bounces off of the chain-link cage, and Damage powers forward, driving him down with a spinebuster!

Daniels: “Great counter move there from DD!”

Regaining his composure, Derek runs over to aid his partner, driving a hard elbow to the back of the head of Ezra. Derek pulls Ezra to his feet and lays in with a pair of right hands before whipping him to the ropes. Ezra reverses however, whipping Damage face-first against the ropes, bouncing him off of the unforgiving steel! Nasty is up but he is blind-sided by a bloody Jakob who gives him a harsh kick to the back of the knee, dropping ‘the Living Legend’ to one knee. Total Mayhem simultaneously move into an attack stance and launch simultaneous roundhouse kicks, blasting Big Nasty and sending him to the mat in a heap!

Daniels: “The pure aggression of Total Mayhem is truly a sight to behold!”

Masters: “I feel better ‘beholding’ it from out here, on the other side of the cage! They’re like rabid animals and right now, it’s like Nasty Damage is the first meal they’ve had in weeks!”

Ezra moves to Derek Damage, but he is caught by surprise by a devastating groin punch! Mayhem’s knees buckle beneath him and DD makes it up to his feet. Jakob approaches, but Damage rocks him with an assault of rights and lefts, driving him into the corner! He continues pounding away, dropping Jakob down onto the floor and then instantly transitions to brutally stomping at his head and chest! He makes a ‘smoking’ taunt before driving one final kick to the head of his opponent!

Masters: “Damage just SMOKED him!”

Damage turns around only to find Jakob’s large hand wrapped around his throat! Out of nowhere though, Jakob finds himself being launched into the air from an overhead release German suplex, courtesy of ‘the Living Legend,’ Big Nasty! Nasty and Damage nod to eachother and pick up Ezra, with Nasty putting the big man on his shoulders. Damage climbs to the top rope!

Daniels: “DD going to the top, bracing himself with the sides of the cage! What’s he going to do now! THEZ PRESS FROM THE TOP ROPE!!”

Nasty falls back as DD dives onto Ezra, dropping back with an electric chair at the same time! DD rains in right hands, only to be kicked in the jaw by Jakob! Nasty then hits Jakob with a big boot!

Masters: “It’s anarchy in there! “

Nasty pulls Ezra to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle! Mayhem bounces off and ‘the Living Legend’ snags him up driving him to the mat with a sidewalk slam! DD is up and he grabs Jakob, setting him up for a suplex, looking to suplex him up against the side of the cage! Jakob blocks and nails DD with a knee to the gut, turns the move into a powerbomb and drives DD against the steel! Continuing to hold him, he pulls him away and drives him back into the steel a second time! Jakob twists around and drives DD to the canvas with a vicious powerbomb! Meanwhile, Nasty has Ezra backed into the corner, holding the ropes and driving his foot across his windpipe! He looks over his shoulder to see Jakob approaching. He turns and throws a clothesline but Jakob ducks! Nasty turns around and is caught with a headbutt right in the face!

Daniels: “Big Nasty staggered after that move, Ezra is back into it now! DOUBLE-CHOKESLAM!!”

Total Mayhem then move on to Derek Damage, Ezra kicking him in the gut then both grabbing him and dropping ‘Old Stone’ with a double Russian legsweep! With fire in their eyes, Total Mayhem move to the corner. Jakob sits up onto the top turnbuckle and Ezra climbs over him! He goes flying with the ROCKET LAUNCHER!!

Masters: “NOBODY HOME! DAMAGE MOVES!!”

Enraged, Jakob jumps down and moves for Damage, but Nasty nearly decapitates him with a vicious clothesline, sending him head over heels! Nasty up and he sees Ezra pulling himself to his feet in the corner. He charges in and drives home a running back elbow! DD is up and he grabs Jakob, kicking him into the corner as well! Damage and Nasty look at eachother from across the ring and send both Mayhems towards eachother with Irish whips! Jakob reverses! Derek Damage and Ezra Mayhem collide! Jakob quickly grabs DD and Nasty grapples Ezra! Nasty setting up Ezra in a crucifix powerbomb position, going for the Nasty Drop! Jakob lifting DD up, looking for Lights Out!! Ezra struggles and falls free behind Nasty! He smashes him face first into the steel! DD is able to grab the ropes as he hangs upside down, pulling himself and Jakob towards the steel, smashing Jakob’s already bloody face into the chain links!! Ezra grabs Nasty, looking for his double-underhook powerbomb! DD gets to his feet as Jakob is dazed! BONG ON JAKOB!!! CRASH LANDING ON NASTY!!!

Daniels: “Ezra with the pin! DD with the pin as well!!”

Masters: “The ref doesn’t see Damage!!!”

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Damage gets up raising his arms in victory, but the ref raises Ezra’s hand instead!

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, TOTAL MAYHEM!!”

Daniels: “Damage is FURIOUS!”

Masters: “As he should be, ass! He just got robbed!!”

DD gets right in the ref’s face, yelling at him that he had his opponent pinned. The ref tries to explain that he didn’t see it. Ezra looks on with a grin and drags his brother to his feet, leaving the ring. Damage glares at the ref and then throws his hands up, turning to walk away…

Daniels: “Wait! DD spins the ref around! BONG!!!”

DD nails the ref with a vicious stunner, then stands over his unconscious body, raising his fists in the air while talking smack down to the fallen man. He goes over to Nasty and raises their arms, glaring at Total Mayhem as they grin back with their wicked, toothy smiles.

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Daniels: If you’re just tuning in, folks. We’ve been having an awesome night of action here on Overdrive. But the world is abuzz currently as to the vicious agenda being dealt with by Matt Covey.

Masters: It all started with some creepy blood message at Horrorcore and appears to have put Matt on edge.

Daniels: I don’t know about on edge, but he’s pissed off. And a pissed off Matt Covey does not bode well for anybody here in this arena tonight!

Backstage, Matt is found standing outside of a locker room door, steel pipe still in hand. He knocks on the door and waits. A voice calls out from the other side.

Voice: Who is it?

Bad Ass: A redneck in a wheelchair.

The door opens to reveal Derek Damage as he calls out…

Derek Damage: Buck! Wait… You’re not…

Before he can finish, Matt nails him in the side of the face with the pipe and jerks him out into the hall. Inside the room, Nasty suddenly gets up and charges towards the door. But Matt slams the door closed and slides a steel grate under the door handle. Nasty pounds at the door from within as he can’t get the door open. Derek crawls back against a wall as Matt hovers over him, eyes crazed as he breathes like a demon with intent to kill. Derek tries to find anything to grasp hold of, but Matt kicks him sternly in the ribs with his steel toe boot. As Damage reels from the blow, Matt begins to stomp away at his ribcage until Damage begins coughing up small traces of blood. Matt kneels down and grabs Damage by the jaw, leaning in close.

Bad Ass: Alright, asshole. I want to know who’s fucking with me. And I want to know now.

Derek Damage: I already told you over the phone… I don’t know!

Bad Ass: Yeah, but you just don’t sound convincing enough. Maybe you just need some motivation…

Matt stands up and kicks Damage in the jaw with the steel toe boot, forcing Damage to grasp his face in pain and blood seeps from between his fingers.

Bad Ass: I can do this all night, old man.

Derek Damage: I DON’T KNOW!!! I would tell you if I did, but I don’t!

Bad Ass: That sounds a bit more convincing. But just in case…

Matt jerks off one of Damage’s elbow pads and shoves it in his mouth. He then backs up next to the wall, next to the locked door that Nasty is still tearing viciously at. Matt points at Derek and makes a “be quiet or else” gesture. The door finally comes off it’s hinges and Nasty rushes forward to Derek’s side as Derek waves frantically at him. But it is too late, Matt brings the pipe crashing so hard against the back of Nasty’s head that the pipe bends across his cranium. But the deed is done and Nasty is out cold on the floor. Matt non-chalantly tosses the bent pipe aside and smirks again as he walks away. Leaving a bleeding Derek trying to call out for help between spurts of blood that spew forth from his mouth.

MASTERS: GOOD GOD!!! HE JUST ATTACKED…WELL…GOD!!!

DANIELS: Nasty Damage has yet again been taken out by Covey…I just hope that there are paramedics following the footsteps of Matt Covey backstage, he is leaving a trail of broken bones here tonight!

MASTERS: If he comes out here Jarred, I am sacrificing you, I know you may not like it, but that is just the way it has to be.

DANIELS: Thanks for that William, I don’t feel at all scared right now…DO I?!

MASTERS: Every man for themselves, anyway, the show continues, unless Matt takes out everyone on the roster, but at the moment, I think Sawyer and the returning Kash is okay.

DANIELS: Yeah, what an asylum Kris Kash has come back to, but he has, and he takes on the also recently returned, JA Sawyer.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) "The Working Man" JA SAWYER -VS- "The Realist" KRIS KASH

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Daniels: Well, it's time now for the returning superstars matchup, it's J.A.Sawyer, who, recently, has been hiding behind the guise of The Enigma, taking on Kris Kash, who hasn't been seen in a CZW ring in quite a few months.

King Kong by Sean Price plays as Kris Kash makes his way to the ring, to a great ovation from the audience. But it pales in comparison to the reaction as Enigma steps out, the fans blowing the roof off the place. Both men are in the ring now as the bell rings signaling the beginning to the match

They start with a tie up, Sawyer getting the upper hand with an arm wrench into a hammerlock, he then moves quickly into a headlock and goes for the takedown, but is stopped by Kash with some sharp eldows to the ribs. Kash takes advantage of the now loosened hold to break free and head for the ropes, his return is met by a shoulder block by Sawyer, Kash is quickly back up and heading back off the ropes again, J.A sets up for another block but Kris slides between J.As legs and gets back to his feet as Sawyer turns round in time to catch Kashs foot as it was coming up for a kick, he then uses Kashs foot to spin him around in a three sixty spin and raises his arm to catch Kash with a clothesline on the return... but Kash anticipates the move and ducks the arm, and catches the spinning J.A with a headscissor takedown.

Daniels: And this crowd cheering the initial tussle between these two stars as they get back to thier feet.

Masters: I don't see much ring rust on Kash i must say.

Daniels: Which is just as well, as Sawyer certainly has none on him.

Both men tie up again but J.A takes the advantage as he pushes Kash away slightly and starts chopping at his chest, chop after chop drives Kash towards the ropes, Sawyer then takes him off the rope and places himself in the middle and leans down waiting to backdrop the returning Kris Kash...

Daniels:... But Kash leaps over Sawyer with a sunset flip into a rollup

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Masters: He's an idiot, he should be using this time to follow up

Daniels: It's hard to follow up if you've no steam, Sawyer is just being smart, but he seems to have recovered as he makes his way back to the still downed Kash, he raises Kashs upper half and applies a chin lock, Sawyers knee firmly in the nape of Kashs neck as he pulls back

Masters: And the refs down at Kash, do you think he'll quit?

Daniels: Well he's in pain, but i still think this match has a way to go yet.

Kash reaches up and manages to get his hands on the back of Sawyers head and brings it down with all his strength, both men both now in pain, after a few seconds Sawyer releases the hold followed by Kash, Sawyer back to his feet first and knee drops Kash, and a cover...

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Masters:...But Kash mule kicks Sawyer right in the wrench and bolts, haha, this is more like it, he then reaches up and performs the reverse DDT himself, Kash is back up, amazing

Daniels: It certainly is, i cant see anywhere in the last few moments he would have got his wind back, but here he is, up and back at 'em, he goes to the head of Sawyer now, picks it up, and snapmare, he then runs and bounces off the ropes... and returns with a picture perfect Shining Wizard.... beautiful

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Masters: Yeah, very back and forth

While both men are down, one inside and one outside the ring, the fans start cheering encouragment, after a few moments Sawyers arm reaches up for the apron, and he starts climbing slowly to his feet, just as he is nearly there...

Daniels: KASH JUST NIPPED UP!, hes ran for the ropes.... A ROLLING THUNDER STRAIGHT OVER THE TOP!!!, Sawyers straight back down as Kash is STRAIGHT back to his feet, the crowd are going nuts, what a move

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Masters: What a great match, and what a return for Kris Kash, look, Sawyer is on his feet somehow, and he... he's extending his hand

Kris Kash looks at Sawyers hand and up to his face, it's hard to desipher his expression, after a few seconds he nods his head and grasps Sawyers hand

Daniels: What a great display of sportsmanship, something we don't see enough of these days, and Kash leaves the ring as the crowd cheer both men.

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**The arena Lights fade out as a fainted guitar lick and a steady drum beat begins to play over the P.A system, as a cartoon game style beast running up a cliff side shows on the video titantron. The crowd look towards the entrance ramp when the music is interupted.**

I'M BACK!!!

I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN!!!

**Back In The Saddle by Aerosmith fully kicks in as the video package starts to change slightly into the face of a slightly familiar figure. The crowd erupt into a vast amount of cheers as the one time cZw star and British wrestling legend SJ Funk walks out through the curtain wearing a black "Original Showstealer" t-shirt and a pair of khaki army trousers, he walks to the ring leading his bulldog Barry and carrying a small black bag.**

Towers - Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, "The Original Showstealer" S.........J.........FUNK!!!!

Daniels - I don't believe it, SJ Funk is back here in cZw.

Masters - I didn't think the guy was every going to comeback after what happened to his last partner.

**SJ lifts his dog onto the apron and jumps on before stepping between the ropes and leading his dog under the second. He lets the dog plump down into the centre of the ring in front of one of the two chairs, SJ picks up a microphone from one of the chairs. SJ turns and walks back to the centre of the ring, as the music fades out.**

SJ - Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, children of all ages, it's time once again for everybody to come aboard the FUNK TRAIN!!!!!!

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And if your not down with that I got two words for ya..... .FUNK

Crowd - U.

SJ - Now Ladies and Gentlemen, I've got an announcement to make regarding the future of SJ Funk.

**The crowd rips into come back SJ chant, SJ takes the chant in for a minute or so before quieting down the fans.**

SJ - Well unfortunately, I've had to have an operation last month, but don't worry it wasn't an operation that will cause any problems what so every to me being able to wrestle.

**The fans cheer hugely at the news.**

SJ - But unfortunately I've got to give it a few more weeks before I can fully return to wrestling, so for those next few weeks, I've decided and with the authorisation of the staff at the helm of the cZw. I am going to be bringing back, "THE FUNK TRAIN"

**The fans begin a Funk Train chant which dies down as SJ continues.**

SJ - I know the ring is decked out in the colours of XTC which, I know you were all expecting maybe Shawn Waters doing another episode of his Testing the Waters, but well there is not going to be. But there is a reason as to why the XTC colours are prevailing instead of the standard Union Jack Funk Train colours, and that's because of my special guest at this time. So without further adue I'd like to welcome my first guest to the Funk Train, he is a fellow Brit and a member of XTC, not to mention the current reigning Combat Zone Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, please give a warm welcome to EL........PABLO!!

**Been Training Dogs by The Cooper Temple Clause bellows throughout the arena, the crowd goes nuts as El Pablo emerges and walks to the ring where he climbs in and shakes hands with SJ before talking the second microphone.**

SJ - Firstly El Pablo, welcome to the "Funk Train" and of course congratulations on being the man to end Jesse Montana's title reign to become the World Heavyweight Champion.

EP - The NEW World Heavyweight Champion, *winks* thanks very much.

SJ - Now EP, before I go on with the interview, I've got something that you may find useful being the world champ.

**SJ picks up the bag that he placed on the chair and opens it up, El Pablo looks a little confused at SJ Funk, who removes the CZW World Title and drops the bag. He hands the title over to El Pablo, who gazes adoringly at the shiny gold plate.**

SJ - After Jesse's fall, the EMT's decided to hand the title belt back to our Assistant General Manager, Joel Fernandez. So he asked asked me since you are the rightful owner of the title belt, to give you it back. Now on with the nitty gritty, first question EP, how does it feel to be the World Heavyweight Champion, and of course how does it feel to finally be the man to stop that punk Jesse Montana's title reign?

EP - Like I've been saying all week buddy, it feels amazing, as though the Lion Blackbird..

CROWD - LEO CROW!!!..

EP - ..s have finally come home to roost!

SJ - Well you know some fans may have missed your promo, but then you do get ones who can't watch everything, and well I myself know what it is to hold the most prestigue title in the whole of a company, and I know myself what it feels to have that big bullseye not tattooed upon your back, but these fans have never held a world title, so EP could you tell these lovely fans what that pressure of having to look over your back all the time is like?

EP - Well, to be honest, I'm not really feeling it too much so far, probably just because I'm still basking in the glory of actually holding the thing. That whole paranoia and sense of being in everyone's crosshairs will soon set in though, I have no doubt of that. The crucial thing is how you're able to handle it. I've obviously seen the damage this thing can do to a person if they aren't mentally strong enough to handle the pressure, hopefully I can learn from that and be a bit more prepared. I had a similar sort of pressure towards the end of my X-Title reign, so I'd like to thing I won't be completely caught out.

SJ - That's true, holding other titles does slightly help, but as you'll find out, the world title is the main one, and there is always someone out there that will stab you straight in the back the moment you look away. But don't worry, from a Fellow Brit, your safe here. You won the title fair and square, and well I'll just say that it is fantastic for a fellow Brit to hold the title. I know I'd love to hold that title myself, and well for the past day I have. I know it's not as good as holding it with your own name on the tag plate. Now earlier today as Overdrive started we saw and heard from one of your opponents from last weeks show. Ronnie McNeil. The guy did congratulate you, but then went on to say how much the match made was in your favour. What do you make of those comments?

EP - Yeah, that was a weird one wasn't it? I mean, I was in the match with the longest-reigning World Champion in CZW history, a former 2-time World Champion, and a man who considers himself to be some sort of god in the world of professional wrestling. Not to mention the fact that the first two of those men, for my money two of the greatest wrestlers in the industry today, have had well-documented intense, bloody rivalries with me here in the past. So you'll forgive me if I really don't see how I had any more advantage in that match than anyone else.

SJ - Well the guy was saying it was the actual match type that suited.

EP - Because I'm so experienced in Prison matches? Because I just love not being able to eat or drink for 24 hours? I mean.. I SUPPOSE my being a former X-Champion stands me in good stead for those types of matches, but come on.. if Ronnie McNeil was really as good as he claims to be he wouldn't have to resort to such petty excuses.

SJ - I'll be honest EP, from the way he spoke to me he sounds bitter, but he has challenged you to put your money on the table, and put the world title on the line in a one on one encounter with him in a match with no special stipulations. To which he want's an answer by the end of the show. So since I'm here, and your out here, and well I'm gonna ask. El Pablo do you accept Ronnie's challenge to take him on one on one for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship?

**EP looks around with a grin as the crowd erupts, willing him to accept Ronnie's challenge. Very slowly, EP raises the microphone to his lips, holding it there silently for a few tantalising seconds.**

EP - I accept.

SJ - Well it's official, SJ Funk's Funk Train goes into the history book by having set up a World Heavyweight Title match. Well Pablo, thanks for joining me here on the first ever Funk Train, and good luck for your match tonight against Karl "The Jackal" Jackson.

EP - Hey, no problem. Good luck with your.. whatever you're doing now.

SJ - That would be buying boats, I've got three already and a forth on order. And damn it's an expensive hobby this new one is costing me $23 million. I really should come back to wrestling.

EP - You certainly should, us Brits need a bit more representation around here!

SJ - And that's no word of a lie, I'll be back sooner rather than later. Once again thanks for joining me, and Ladies and Gentlemen, this has been the Funk train, and if you've been bored, then all I gotta say is.... FUNK......

**SJ Looks to EP to finish the phrase. EP looks around briefly with a confused expression, as if he's unsure of what to say. However, after a few seconds he clicks his fingers, and that trademark grins spreads over his face again.**

EP - YOU!

**SJ laughs and offers his hand to EP. EP accepts, and the two shake hands.**

DANIELS: Well there we have it folks, next week live on CZW Overdrive, El Pablo will be defending his newly won CZW World Heavyweight Title, taking on a man who has had two shots in the past at the top prize, maybe it will be third time lucky for one Ronnie McNeil.

MASTERS: That promises to be great, however I would prefer El Pablo to fight someone with more class…more pizzazz…more…Oh heck I am talking about Jesse Montana!

DANIELS: Well I am sure one day we may see that match, however Montana after last week will not be thinking of such things, unfortunately we still have no update on the condition of the General Manager, however I can promise more news next week on Overdrive.

MASTERS: Controversy is high in CZW and no more so than the Hardcore Title situation, last week Tim Timmons became a four time Hardcore Champion, the way he did that, people may say was controversial…

DANIELS: Controversial, more like a damn travesty, our next match, it was scheduled to be two on two, however, because of unknown reasons, Tim Timmons will not be competing this week, so it’s been changed to a one on two handicap match as Jase Johnson faces two member of Youthful Aggression, revenge is on the plate!

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-=- HANDICAPPED 1 VS TAH MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per team) "Mr. HardKore" Jase Johnson -VS- BRIAN KIRKLAND & MIKE KING

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Daniels: Ladies and gentlemen, next up is the handicap match involving, new comer, Jase Johnson going up against Mike King and Brian Kirkland.

Masters: Indeed, Jarred, Jase Johnson certainly getting a welcome with this handicap match, it’s not going to be easy on Jase but we shall see what transpires.

Towers: Ladies and gentle men, this next match is set for one fall and it is a handicap match.

“I Don’t Wanna Stop” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play through out the arena as Jase Johnson makes his way out to the ring, holding up his guitar in the air as the fans boo. Jase gets in the ring, climbs the turnbuckle as the fans continue to boo.

Just then, “Time of Dying” by Three Days Grace floods the speakers of the Charleston Civic Center as “The Reaper” Brian Kirkland makes his way through the curtains, along side “The Phoenix” Mike King. Bothe men make their way to the ring as the fans all cheer them both. King and Kirkland stand right across from Jase Johnson as Jessica Towers stand in between them and begins to speak.

Towers: To my left, standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall, JASE JOHNSON!!!...and standing to my right, at a combined weight of 438 pounds….MIKE KING and BRIAN KIRKLAND!!!!!

Jessica gets out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins, Mike and Brian are talking strats over in their corner when all of a sudden, Jase comes running and nails them both with a double drop kick, sending Mike King falling out of the ring and on to the floor. Kirkland was sent flying into the turnbuckle, face first. Jase then grabs Kirkland and starts bashing his head into the turnbuckle padding. Jase grabs Kirkland by his arm and Irish whips him, hard across the opposite turnbuckle, Jase runs behind him for a hard clothesline attempt but Kirkland reverses it, and nails Jase with a whisper in the wind. Meanwhile, Mike King gets back to his feet on the outside and climbs up on the apron as he begins to motivate Kirkland. Kirkland picks Jase up by his hair and then executes a full nelson suplex into a bridging pin and the referee goes for the count….

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Kirkland gets up and steps out onto the ring apron as Mike takes over on offense. Mike walks over to Jase and begins stomping on him. Mike then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off but Jase moves out of the way and Mike goes crashing into the mat, hard. Mike gets up, in pain, Jase kicks Mike in the midsection and nails him with a swinging neckbreaker. Jase goes for the pin but Kirkland runs and kicks Jase in the head for the save. Kirkland picks up Jase and Irish whips him into the ropes, Jase comes running back as Mike and Kirkland attempt a double clothesline but Jase ducks the attempt. Jase bounces off the ropes again and comes flying back at Kirkland and King and nails them with a double clothesline instead. Jase walks over to Kirkland, picks him up and launches him to the outside of the ring. Jase turns around, only to be greeted by a hurricanranna into a pin as the referee goes for the three count….

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THWACK!!!!! TIMMONS LEVELS MIKE KING WITH A MASSIVE GUITAR SHOT!!!!!!

The referee comes to just in time to see Jase hoist Kirkland onto his shoulders….

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Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….JASE JOHNSON!!!!

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After Brian Kirkland’s match, he is found walking back towards his locker room, trying to shake off the pain from his action packed match. As he rounds a corner, he comes face to face with a sign in the middle of the hallway that reads “Don’t look now. But there’s a Bad Ass behind you.” BK gulps and tries to slowly turn, but before he can, Matt Covey grabs him from behind, an arm placed tightly under his chin. BK struggles, but Matt drags him along to the stairs that lead down to the boiler room. He places BK before the stairs and then kicks him in the ass, sending him falling down the stairs, landing awkwardly on his side at the bottom. He grasps his ribs as Matt approaches the boiler room door, only to find it locked and chained. Not questioning as to how it came to be that way, Matt just unfastens the chain and wraps it around Kirkland’s neck. He unlocks the boiler room door and drags BK into the room by the chain around his neck. Inside, Matt finds Eddie Rowan, apparently singing in a corner by himself, unaware that he has visitors.

Eddie Rowan: If there was a problem, yo I solve it. Check out my hook, while the DJ revolves it. Ice Ice Baby. Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-du-du-du.

Bad Ass: What the hell, Rowan? You said you was going to find the guy who’s been fucking with my business. And instead you’re down here getting your Vanilla Ice on?

Eddie suddenly stops in his tracks and turns to see Matt…and BK on the chain.

Eddie Rowan: Wait. Kirkland did it?

Bad Ass: Not sure. Gonna find out soon enough.

Matt latches the chain over a boiler pipe and leaves it so that BK is hanging by his neck. Placing his left hand over BK’s face, Matt begins wailing away at the guy’s midsection with his right fist, causing the already choking BK, to cough between desperate gasps of breath. Eddie tries to intervene.

Eddie Rowan: Hey man, I think the guy’s suffocating or something.

Bad Ass: You do things your way, and I’ll interrogate my way. Now get lost. I’ve got work to do here.

Eddie Rowan: Whatever you say, Batman. But you might want to know whoever it was, locked me in here. And they handed me this.

Eddie hands Matt the blood message, telling him to butt out. Matt crumbles it up and shoves it in BK’s mouth.

Bad Ass: Looks like I’m on my own in this. Fine by me. Get lost, Rowan. Before you lose your lunch.

Eddie shrugs and exit’s the boiler room as Matt continues to wail on Kirkland. He finally stops and grasps BK by the jaw.

Bad Ass: I got a funny feeling that you have an idea as to what’s going on here and as to why I’ve strapped you up by your neck. So this is how this is gonna go. I’m going to ask you a series of questions. If I feel that you’ve answered them to my satisfaction, I’ll let you down. If I think you’re lying to me, you can hang until somebody finds your rotting corpse down here, weeks from now. If you pass out before we’re done here… Well, see option B again.

Matt spins the hanging BK around and stops him when they come face to face again.

Bad Ass: Question number one. Is it you? Is it you that’s trying be a wise ass, making empty threats that you know I’ll never let come to pass?

BK: Ugh… No… I’m not stupid…

Bad Ass: Well, you look pretty stupid to me right now, what with your eyes all bulging out of your head. Seems the mystery man, as CZW often has many of them, is somebody I harmed in the past but didn’t finish the job on. As I recall, Mayn, Hellena and I gave you a pretty good beating on Assault once. But we didn’t break anything on you. That seems like evidence of your guilt, if you ask me.

BK: No… I swear… ugh… I let that go. No retaliation… I swear!

Bad Ass: Well. You do seem the type to learn his lesson. But how do I know that you’re not involved, or that you don’t know who the mystery dead man is?

BK: I… haven’t heard… anything… Nobody tells… me anything…

Bad Ass: Hmmm… I wouldn’t tell you anything either. You look like the kind of guy who would open his mouth at the first sign of trouble. Guess that means you didn’t do it. But let’s say, hypothetically, I was going to let you die here anyway, what with me having been to the joint before and all… Would you admit it then?

BK: If I did it… I’d come to… ugh… your face first! Don’t need… no stupid video… message…

Bad Ass: That’s good enough for me.

Matt lets BK down from the boiler pipe and takes the chain from around his neck. BK gasps violently for air, his face striving to return to it’s normal colored tone. Matt swiftly kicks him in the stomach once more for good measure and then turns, leaving the boiler room. Outside, he closes the door and places the chains back around the door, locking BK within like Rowan had been done before.

MASTERS: Do you think in some sick way Matt Covey is enjoying this spree of interrogation?

DANIELS: Do you even have to ask? He loves to punish people. Brian Kirkland just one of many men that is in his way.

MASTERS: At least one good thing has come about after all this…

DANIELS: What that, William?

MASTERS: Brian Kirkland is locked down in that basement, no escape is possible, I’m just glad I don’t have to see him anymore, he annoyed me.

DANIELS: What a nice guy you are, William. Anyway, I guess it was Eddie and Covey scheduled but seeing as Covey seems to be running the show tonight, I have no idea what is going on…

MASTERS: Wait…here we go again…

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Excitement pulsates throughout the arena as CZW cameras redirect to the backstage. Several CZW performers are spied from the corners of the camera’s eye – but the attention of the viewers is aimed forward. One single white door, newly painted though old as evident by the discolored door knob, rests as the sole focus of the scene. To the left of the door rests a single stack of wooden pallets no taller than three feet. To the right of the door, nothing except a bare concrete wall.

Commentators can be heard – breaking the silent backstage scene;

Masters: “It’s been a damn good night. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us later.”

Daniels: “We have El Pablo and The Jackal tonight. What else could you ask for?”

Masters: “Well – I’ve got to ask why we’re looking at a door in the back of the arena.”

When Masters’ statement is spoken it is as if he summoned some from beyond the door. Hinges shriek as the door is opened, unveiling a single man on the opposite side. He comes forth from darkness and allows the off-set backstage lights to cascade over him. He enters in a black Armani suit – exhibiting a sense of wealth and style only contradicted by the peculiar red and white keffiyeh adorning his head.

No immediate reaction is given as the image of the man strikes the audience. Some are unsure of who the man is. Others are shocked that he is on a CZW camera. These moments pass quickly and soon the arena is flooded with the thunderous cheers of fans. It is now realized. The Epitome of Technical Finesse is here.

Masters: “Is that—?”

Daniels: “That’s Justin Marsham.”

The camera follows Marsham’s movement as he proceeds past the cameraman and down the adjacent corridor.

Masters: “I cannot believe Justin Marsham is here in CZW.”

Daniels: “I don’t think these fans can believe it either. I didn’t even know he was supposed to be here tonight, but he’s here and he’s walking with a purpose.”

Not too far down the corridor is Marsham allowed to travel before coming to an abrupt halt – his progression forward apparently stopped by CZW interviewer, Ryan Lewis. Marsham smirks, knowing his arrival would attract the attention of the staff. He crosses his arms across his chest, knowing the request for ‘a quick word’ is inevitable. Coming armed with a microphone, the camera shifts in close and Ryan Lewis attempts to interrogate the CZW newcomer.

Lewis: “Justin Marsham? Marsham in CZW?”

Lewis sounds shocked as he greets Marsham, not allowing him a moment to respond.

Lewis: “I’d like to be the first to welcome you to CZW. Could I welcome you by getting a quick word like what brings you here?”

Marsham: “How about you just point me in the direction of the General Manager?”

Though, at first hesitant, Lewis points and replies;

Lewis: “That way.”

Marsham nods and pushes past Ryan Lewis. It would appear he leave without another word, but after a few steps past Lewis – Marsham shifts upon his heels and answers Lewis’ inaugural question.

Marsham: “Competition. Competition brings me here.”

Short and sweet. Justin Marsham's response leave the fans with questions, but that is of no concern to him now. His presence is known; and, now, he has business to attend to. With that, the camera records Marsham’s departure and the commentator’s are once again returned to the fans.

Daniels: “Marsham’s here for competition, eh? Well, he’ll find plenty of that here.”

Masters: “Indeed, he will. What another great addition to that locker room. But speaking of competition, let’s get on to some more action now.”

Daniels: Yeah, next we see Collum & Grantham, teaming together, and this faction has the potential to diminate CZW Overdrive that is exactly what their here to do and who can stop them?!

Masters: Well I wouldn’t like to be Fire & Ice tonight, however they believe they can stop them, they believe they should still be Tag Team Champions, they believe a lot of things Jarred…

Daniels: Well between them they have held TV, X and Tag Team Gold, they have every right for that belief William.

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-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per team) GRANTHAM & COLLUM -VS- FIRE & ICE (Krimzon & Shawn)

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Ding Ding!!!

Gregory Grantham and Krimzon Blaze both step out onto the apron leaving Eric Collum and Shawn Waters to start the match, which they do with a tie up in the centre of the ring. Immediately Eric Collum goes for a side headlock but Shawn powers him off and as he comes back off the ropes he goes for a hiptoss, but Eric blocks it and places Shawn back in the side headlock. Shawn again attempts to power him off but, using a handful of hair, Eric holds on. As Eric squeezes on Shawn’s head he drops to one knee, but is quickly back up to his feet as he shoots a couple of fists into Eric’s body… forcing him to release.

The two men now lock eyes and begin mouthing off to each other, as tempers flare it is Eric Collum that throws the first blow as he slaps Shawn around the face. Shawn immediately responds by running towards Eric… but Eric quickly tags Grantham before rolling out of the ring.

Grantham enters the ring, tensing his huge pectorals and then posing as he attempts to intimidate Shawn. But Shawn does not seem intimidated and goes to kick Grantham in the gut… Grantham catches the foot but Shawn delivers an Enziguri and Grantham is down.

As Grantham gets back to his feet he is holding his face, waving for the referee to come over. Waters holds up his hands, taking in the roar of appreciation from the fans, as the referee checks on Grantham, who appears to be indicating that he is hurt. The fans continue to cheer as Waters and Blaze both now hold up there hands, Waters in the ring and Blaze on the ring apron.

Then, with the referee tending to Grantham, Eric Collum runs in and waits for Shawn to turn… Super kick!!!

Collum catches Shawn hard under the chin and then rolls out of the ring. Grantham immediately pushes the referee out the way and lays a number of hard stomps to Waters as the fans boo and Blaze looks on in frustration

Daniels: Damn those two, it was obviously a ploy to distract the referee and Fire and Ice.

Masters: And it appears to have worked, Grantham and Collum look to be in control of this match now.

Grantham lifts up Shawn and talks some trash to him before lifting him above his head and dropping him with a powerful Gorilla Press Slam that silences the fans and causes Shawn to scream in pain as he hits the canvas.

Grantham again lifts up Shawn, he attempts to fight back with a couple of right hands to the jaw that stagger Grantham, but Gregory uses an eye gouge and a vertical suplex to stop any momentum Shawn may have been getting.

With Shawn down on the mat, Grantham tags in his partner and then holds Shawn face down as Collum mounts the top rope.

Moonsault Leg drop!!!

Collum comes off the top rope and drills Waters with the leg right across the back of his head and neck. Waters rolls around in pain as Grantham leaves the ring, a sick smile across his face. Blaze looks worried and the fans wince as the move is hit.

Collum goes for a cover, but seeing Blaze enter the ring he immediately stops and stands up to face Blaze. They argue and attempt to get to each other but the referee gets between the two of them. With the referee distracted again, Grantham is able to pull Shawn out of the ring by his legs, lift him and then run him into the steel corner post… back first. Without letting go he rolls Shawn back in the ring, and Collum goes for a cover.

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Collum then mounts Waters and delivers numerous right hands to his cranium. With Shawn down he then rolls him onto his front and after mocking the fans, which causes them to boo all the more, he hits a break dance legdrop… again targeting the back of the neck and head.

Masters: Collum and Grantham are doing a great job here of isolating Waters. And they are doing a great job on his neck too.

Daniels: And doing a great job of attacking illegally when the referees back is turned too!

Masters: Nonsense Daniels, it’s called good team work. You would know that if you had ever actually been in the ring.

Collum tags in Grantham and he again holds Shawn in position, face down as Collum heads to the top turnbuckle.

Daniels: They seem intent on seriously injuring Shawn Waters. Another high impact move coming up I feel.

At the same time Blaze jumps up to the top turnbuckle of his corner, and as Eric mocks the fans he jumps off

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Grantham rolls out of the ring as Blaze connects. This causes Collum to dismount and charge towards Blaze with a clothesline

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Blaze makes his way to the apron and wills on Shawn to make the tag. The crowds are cheering as Shawn inches closer. On the opposite side Grantham has made his way back to his corner and Collum is crawling over to make the tag.

Collum tags Grantham and he charges in.

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Grantham is sent into the centre of the ring, where he lays motionless. Blaze mounts the top turnbuckle of his corner but changes his focus as he sees Collum running towards him from the opposite side of the ring. He jumps off towards Collum, but Eric ducks…

Blaze lands on his feet but Collum knows exactly where he is and is quick to Irish whip Blaze into the corner… he follows in but Blaze runs up the turnbuckles

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Whisper in the Wind!!!

Collum gets hit hard on the top of his head and rolls out of the ring.

Blaze mocks Collum but Grantham is up and makes his way behind Blaze

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The 4.0!!!!!

Daniels: Oh my god!!! That was absolutely devastating!!!

Masters: That’s it Jarred, he won’t get up from that.

Grantham hooks the leg and makes the cover.

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Grantham is up and both he and Waters go at it with rights and lefts. The referee attempts to get Waters out of the ring and he eventually manages it by prizing himself between them both.

Blaze is still out cold as Grantham picks him up. Looking over at Shawn he motions to him that he is going to finish his partner and then lifts him up across his back…

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4.0!!!!

Daniels: A second one! Blaze could be seriously hurt here!

Grantham stands over Blaze with a grin on his face, knowing he has floored one half of his opponents.

He then lifts him up again… and back across his back…

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Shawn has had enough and runs into the ring. Grantham drops Blaze and Shawn covers his partner, as if to protect him from anymore abuse. Grantham cockily grabs a handful of Shawn’s hair…

Shawn kicks him in the gut

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Daniels: Grantham is down! Grantham is down!

As Collum enters Shawn charges to meet him and hits him with a running double knee facebreaker. Collum falls to the floor, holding his face.

Shawn, despite not being the legal man, is fired up!!!

He runs at the ropes… SAULTY WATERS to Grantham!!!

Collum is back on his feet but Shawn hits a dropkick… sending him to the outside. Seeing Grantham down and out he focuses on Collum, charging the ropes and then dives through the ropes… Spear on the outside!!!

He hits Collum and both men crash to the mats.

In the ring it is Blaze who manages to roll over onto his front and stretch an arm over Grantham’s large chest.

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Grantham just gets his shoulder up. Blaze crawls to the corner looking to make a tag but Shawn is not there, still out on the outside. The same is true for Grantham and Collum.

Grantham is first to his feet and he staggers over to Blaze. He takes a handful of hair and lifts him; Blaze looks out cold as Grantham holds him up, slapping his face a couple of times. He smiles cockily before placing him over his back.

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The fans roar as Blaze has hit Grantham with his finisher. He looks around, seemingly dazed, before falling on top of Grantham for the cover.

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Blaze looks frustrated and hold onto the top rope, he looks set to catapult over the top rope but Collum jumps up and tugs his foot as he is about to mount the rope. Blaze falls backwards, banging his head on the canvas inside the ring.

Grantham crawls over and makes the cover.

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Blaze kicks as Grantham rolls onto his back, his hands over his face as he appears to be tiring from the hard match. He begins crawling over to his corner, as does Blaze. Collum and Waters are now both in there corners and waiting for the tag.

Blaze tags first and this brings Waters in. Grantham is about to tag but Waters knocks Collum off the apron before Grantham can make the tag. Collum immediately tries to get back in the ring at Waters, and whilst the referee is distracted it is Fire and Ice that double team as Waters tags in Blaze and then drops Grantham with a spinning neckbreaker… followed almost instantly by a corkscrew moonsault from Blaze, who had already mounted the top turnbuckle in preparation!!!

Seeing that his distraction is causing his partner to be double teamed, Collum goes back onto the ring apron and Waters does the same.

Krimzon Blaze picks up Grantham and lifts him up in preparation for a second Code of Silence, but this time Grantham is too heavy and Blaze drops him… this allowing Grantham to hit a DDT, sending both men to the canvas.

Again both men are crawling to there partner who are waiting with arms outstretched. It is Blaze that reaches first and he tags in Waters who enters the ring to the sound of cheers from the crowds. Before he can get across Grantham makes the tag and Collum enters.

Both men charge at each other… Shawn goes for a clothesline but Eric ducks… sending Waters into the ropes and rebounding off… Eric with a dropkick!!!

But Shawn shows excellent ring presence as he holds onto the ropes… avoiding the contact and causing Collum to hit the canvas. Shawn wastes no time grabbing his legs and … WATERBOARD!!!!

Waters gets the hold locked in perfectly as Collum screams in agony shouting for Grantham. But Grantham is still almost out of it on the outside.

Daniels: There is no one to help him. Grantham is out and look at the angle he has that Waterboard synched in! Collum must be in agony… he has to tap.

Masters: Don’t be ridiculous, he is the TV champion… he won’t tap.

Collum attempts to claw himself to the bottom rope and break the hold, but Shawn has it locked in hard… and in the centre of the ring. As Collum screams in agony, biting his own fists to contain the pain, Grantham finally begins to get to his feet.

Collum raises his hand

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Masters: He won’t tap… he can’t tap… can he???

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Grantham levels Shawn across the back of the neck with the TV title belt. Shawn releases the hold and falls to his knees, almost knocked out but not quite.

Grantham helps Collum up to his feet, and although dazed and confused, he has enough left to hit Shawn with…the COLLUMBINE!!!

Collum falls on top of Shawn for the cover.

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Daniels: Damn those cheating…

Masters: They did it! They did it!

Daniels: A great match, all four guys gave it there all… but in the end, it came time to an illegal shot with that TV Title.

Masters: Nonsense, in the end it was Eric Collum’s finisher the Collumbine that decided the match. Collum and Grantham tested tonight, but they look unstoppable!

The match is over! Collum and GG are celebrating their victory. Blaze begins walking up the ramp, slightly dejected...but Waters remains in the ring, an enraged look on his face. Collum turns around...

THWACK!

Shawn nails a superkick. GG fails to notice...that is, until Shawn spins him around and destroys him with a Brainwash! Shawn tears the turnbuckle pad off. He then whips Collum into the corner, his back crashing hard into the steel. Collum stumbles out, holding his back. Shawn grabs Collum's hair and drives his head into the exposed steel repeatedly, busting him open. He nails a DDT, before locking in a Waterboard. Collum screams with pain and begins tapping.

WATERS: YOU HUMILIATED ME!!!! YOU HAVE WHAT IS MINE...AND I WANT IT BACK!!!

Grantham walks over to Shawn, trying to save his new partner, but Shawn leaps forward, spearing GG to the ground. He locks in another Waterboard, viciously wrenching the back of GG, who also taps. Shawn eventually releases GG, before exiting the ring, expressionless, and walking backstage. He passes Blaze on the ramp, not acknowledging him at all. Blaze...and the rest of the fans look very confused as medics tend to GG and Collum.

DANIELS: What more is going to happen???

MASTERS: WAIT! Isn’t that Jeran Hudson standing on the top of the ramp?

DANIELS: Yeah, and he seems to be wearing $o$ colors, it’s good to see him back but why is he here.

MASTERS: He must just be enjoying the action.

Jeran claps on as he celebrates the end of the match, staring into the ring with a smile on his face, watching as Eric and Grantham are being treated for injuries. The fans don’t know what to make of it as he finally disappears backstage.

DANIELS: Could this be stable wars…PART 2?!

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Daniels: This night has gotten insane. We’ve already seen Matt Covey assault the staff, tear into the Outlaws, and hang Brian Kirkland by the neck in the boiler room in his mad quest to find his stalker. I don’t think he’ll be happy until he kills somebody!

Masters: Personally, I’m enjoying the hunt. It’s like a suspenseful horror flick with just a dash of drama. Our ratings have got to be through the roof right now!

Backstage once more, Matt has made his way to a door reading “XTC”. He kicks the door open and inside, Shawn Waters and Krimzon Blaze quickly jump up on their feet. Waters is clutching a pair of brass knuckles and Blaze is firmly grasping a chair. Matt looks them over and smirks again.

Bad Ass: That’s cute. You boys wanna play hardball?

Waters: We’ve been watching the things you’ve been doing all night. And if you think you’re going to just walk all over XTC on this night, then you’ve got another thing coming!

Bad Ass: I’m not hear to kick your ass. I’m here to speak with the jumping bean.

Krimzon Blaze: Over our dead bodies!

Bad Ass: If that’s what you want. After all, I’ve run over you boys once before already. What makes you think I won’t do it again?

Waters gets jumpy, but a hand on his shoulder suddenly calms him as CZW world heavyweight champion, El Pablo, approaches from behind Fire and Ice. He looks Matt over, standing face to face with the Bad Ass.

El Pablo: We got a problem here?

Matt’s smirk turns into a grin as he takes pleasure from Pablo’s lack of fear.

Bad Ass: I have reason to believe that your boy, Ace King, might be jerking my chain. So you’re gonna spill the beans on everything you know about my current situation.

El Pablo: Wait. You seriously think Ace is your mystery stalker, sending you bloody love letters?

Bad Ass: The guy is obviously somebody I’ve harmed but not done in. As I recall, I beat your boy alongside you in a tag match just before he retired. Now I never saw the need to finish him off, so that makes him a likely candidate for the mystery I’m about to crack wide open.

El Pablo: Let me reiterate. You think Ace, Mr. “I’m such a good guy, my farts fill the air with the smell of potpourri” is doing something sneaky and dastardly like calling you out from behind the scenes instead of coming to you like the man he is?

Bad Ass: I don’t put the notion past the guy.

El Pablo bursts out laughing, patting Matt on the shoulder much to Matt’s displeasure. He walks on by Matt, leaving the room on his way to the ring for his match. As he continues to laugh he can be heard speaking as he disappears out the door.

El Pablo: Ace… A stalker… Bwa-ha-ha-ha! That’s rich!

Looking aggravated, Matt turns his attention back to Fire and Ice who seem nervous once more.

Bad Ass: Well, I know it’s not you guys. You’re dumb enough to take an ass whooping head on. Too bad though. I might have given you the tag titles for any information you might have had on the subject.

Blaze’s eyes suddenly widen as Matt turns to walk away.

Krimzon Blaze: Wait! Uh… uh… It was Rave! Yeah, Rave did it!

Bad Ass: You’re a terrible liar. And the moment has passed.

Matt exit’s the room and shuts the door behind himself as Waters and Blaze sit down on the couch in their locker room. Shawn shakes his head and looks at Blaze.

Waters: Rave? Out of everybody in the company, you had to go with something as unbelievable as Rave?

Krimzon Blaze: I was on the spot. I don’t work well under pressure.

Waters: Wait… Do you hear that?

A beeping sound can be heard followed by the sound of metal colliding with wood. Waters rushes to the door, but finds he can’t open it as something is blocking the other side. On the other side we see Matt has parked a forklift up against the door. He hops out of the machine and leans towards the door to listen to Shawn beating on it from the other side.

Waters: Hey! What are you doing? Let us out of here!

Bad Ass: Sorry boys. No time for that. I got a plane to catch. Gotta go see Ed about an ass kicking interrogation session.

Waters: What?!? No! You son of a bitch! Let us out! Don’t you fucking touch him!

Matt grins and lights a cigarette as he heads out of an arena exit door.

DANIELS: My God, Covey started out with his fists, terrorizing the locker room, now he has moved on to heavy machinery?!

MASTERS: If I were Ed…I would…well actually if I were Ed I would stand there like the retard that he is, but if I were a normal guy, I would get out of dodge, I’m not talking about leaving the arena, I’m not even talking about leaving the damn state, I mean get on the next plane you can, fly far far away and just hope Covey hates air travel!

DANIELS: Well, maybe tonight has been the craziest we have ever witnessed, however, we still have a main event to air.

MASTERS: Yeah, the newly crowned King of Jumping Beans lands square into the Jackal’s lair…

DANIELS: Jackal and El Pablo…Lets get it on!

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-=- MAIN EVENT NON-TITLE MATCH -=- (2 RP’s per person) 'The Five Star Superstar' EL PABLO -VS- Karl 'THE JACKAL' Jackson

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TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for CZW Overdrive’s MAIN EVENT!

DANIELS: Its been a long night, especially for the superstars backstage after Covey was patrolling the corridors all night, but folks, we finally got here, tonight’s main event. Two superstars who gained huge success last week at CZW’s biggest Pay-Per-View Horrorcore. Both of these men ending Championship reigns from Maynard and Jesse, both reigns lasted 126 days, Jackal the new Intercontinental Champion, El Pablo the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

MASTERS: Such a shame, two of the greatest champions we have ever had grace our ring, Maynard O’Toole and Jesse Montana, their reigns cut short, it is almost a travesty of justice I have to say, but here we are, to…

DANIELS: Are you going to continuously be biased tonight William. We saw it with our very own eyes, Jackal, he beat O’Toole at his own game, therefore their can be no arguments, Jackal was the better man on the night.

MASTERS: He was…ON THE NIGHT…But you can’t deny the fact it was a fluke result, an upset, Maynard O’Toole held that belt for 126 days, do you realize how long that is…that is the same amount of days you have gone without kissing a woman, it’s a long time Jarred!

DANIELS: It is a long time and I congratulate the FORMER champion for that…

MASTERS: Nah see…don’t do that, don’t say former as it was meant as an insult, you show no respect for the talent here in CZW, you should bow down to men like Montana and O’Toole. I suppose you feel it was fair that El Pablo stole the belt of Montana too right?

DANIELS: Stole?! Look William, I know it’s hard for you to grasp, but there are people out their who don’t have their noses stuck to the GM’s for eternity…you can pull it out every once in a while just to blow you nose you know…I mean I congratulate Montana just like O’Toole, they both had impressive defenses while champions, but no one can deny the fact that El Pablo deserved the World Title, he is part of what makes this company great.

MASTERS: Montana makes this company great and it’s about time you realized that. El Pablo did not even pin Jesse to get Gold, Jesse quite rightfully grabbed it back at the end of the match, took it up to the sky boxes and then what goes and happens, some Montana hater, probably inspired by your blasphemed words we hear day in day out, they went and attacked Montana, not only that, they pushed him through a glass window, Montana falling 20 odd feet, you think that is JUSTICE DO YOU??!

DANIELS: No of course not, he is human after all and I just like everyone else wishes him a speedy recovery. But as we know, the show does go on and we are about to witness two of the most, diverse characters in CZW history, both specialized in their own forte, both at the top of the ladder, both Golden Champions, both wanting to prove themselves to be the absolute best CZW has to offer!

‘Gold Medal’ by Trademarc begins to play throughout the arena.

TOWERS: First, on his way to the ring, haling from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 235 lbs, he is the CZW Intercontinental Champion…KARL ‘The Jackal’ JACKSON!

The lights go out and darkness fills the arena as only the dim glow of spotlights can be see scattered around the arena roof. After a moment of darkness and silence, the quiet tones of single guitar tones can be heard as the titantron explodes into life with images of Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson. Fans are kept waiting for a few moments as the images and guitar tomes continue to play. Suddenly a single explosion of sparkling red fireworks and the playing of 'Gold Metal' by trademarc announce the arrival of The Jackal to the stage area as he stands with eyes focused on the ring, bouncing from one foot to the other. ON his right shoulder he holds the IC Title he won the previous week. He then walks slowly to the ring, not taking his eyes off the ring, his cold stare piercing a hole into the eyes of many fans. As he reaches the ring he climbs the steps and climbs carefully through the middle and top rope. Once inside he mounts the second turnbuckle of the corner post which is above the steps he has just used to enter the ring. He performs a breaking action with his hands, indicating his intentions in the match he is about to have. He then descends off the turnbuckle and turns to hand over his Title to the referee, watching the ramp closely for an arrival of his opponent.

MASTERS: I hate this Jackal…

DANIELS: I highly doubt he gives a crap what you think of him William!

MASTERS: What is it with you today? Someone put speed in your freakin coffee? What I was about to say was, I hate this Jackal for what he has done in the past, most importantly, ending the reign of a royal figure here in CZW, however I have to respect his grit, his drive, his passion and most of all, his abilities in the ring.

DANIELS: Yes, whether you love him or hate him, and these fans are certainly giving him a mixed reaction here tonight, well you have to respect him, his record stands alone, 11 wins, 3 losses, 1 draw, he is the IC Champion, and some people say, the Most Dangerous Man in CZW today!

"BEEN TRAINING DOGS" by The Cooper Temple Clause now plays throughout the arena.

TOWERS: And his opponent, hailing from Portsmouth, England and weighing in at 205 lbs…He is the CZW World Heavyweight Champion…The Five Star Superstar…EL PABLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

A hush descends over the crowd as the lights go out, leaving the arena in total darkness. The opening riff to "Been Training Dogs" has kicked in, with bright white spotlights switching on and off in various places across the arena, keeping time with the beat. As the drums kick in, a huge wall of pyro shoots up from the stage, and El Pablo steps out to huge cheers from the crowd, dressed in his ring gear with dark sunglasses on his face and holding his precious World Title in his hands. He stands on the stage for a few seconds playing to the crowd, before bounding down the ramp with the Title up in the air. He jumps up onto the apron and vaults over the top rope, then heads over to one of the far turnbuckles and climbs up, saluting the crowd and showing off his brand new Gold. He repeats this on the adjacent turnbuckle, then removes his sunglasses and tosses them to a stagehand outside the ring, handing the Title to the referee and stands off, staring at his opponent.

DANIELS: Every time this man comes out, the arena blows off it’s hinges, these fans love him and they always have, some say it was the greatest day in CZW the night he won the World Title, I say it was a night I will never forget.

MASTERS: For all the wrong reasons.

DANIELS: What an atmosphere we have here in Charleston, and there we have it, both Champions are in the ring, both are ready for action!

- Both men stand opposite corners of the ring, the fans on their feet, 95 % of them chanting for El Pablo, Jackal does not lose concentration, his cold eyes fixed upon El Pablo, the World Champion. Both Titles are placed carefully down at ringside as both men walk towards the center of the ring.

*DING DING*

- EP bangs his right fist on his chest as to signal respect for the Jackal, unfortunately, no response is shown by Karl. Jackal walks in and grapples up with El Pablo, getting the quick advantage as he uses his strength to push him back into the corner. Jackal now hit’s a couple of European Uppercuts as EP starts to taste blood from his bottom lip. Jackal now drags him from the corner and goes for a powerful short arm clothesline as EP quickly ducks, using his great awareness to step behind the Jackal and takes him down with a reverse twist of fate, Jackal down for the first time in the match.

- EP stands up as he runs off towards the ropes, bounces off and lands a somersault splash down on the sternum of the Jackal. EP gets back up as the crowd are going crazy. EP helps Jackal to his feet as he begins to chop him down, knife edge chops stinging across the windpipe of Karl. EP then Irish hips Karl as he bounces off the ropes and quickly gets taken down with a fluent head scissors. Karl now stands back up, clearly reeling from the fast attacks, EP runs off towards the ropes again, bouncing at pace towards Karl…

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

- Karl out of no where explodes by hitting El Pablo with a T-Bone suplex, EP almost landing on his head Jackal walks over towards him, eyes piecing, wiping off the sweat from his face, the fans silenced as Jackal preys on EP. He stands up, Jackal grabs him…Swinging Neckbreaker. Jackal lies over him, quickly securing a submission, a Triangle Hold, EP quickly finding it hard to breathe as Jackal squeezes his legs into the throat of Pablo. One of his arms are secluded, the other trying to push up against the canvas, trying somehow to turn the Jackal over. Eventually he does, but ends up in an even more uncomfortable position as Jackal is sitting on top of Pablo’s back. Jackal now starts hitting forearms into the back of his head, then roughly grabs the throat, clinching in a chokehold, turning EP over and wrenching back, EP once again getting stuck in a deadly hold.

- The fans try and will their favorite on, but Jackal seems obsessed with making the FSS either tap out or pass out. El Pablo begins to wriggle around, causing Jackal to lose grip, the momentum gets high as the fans are the loudest they have been all night, EP gets to his knees, Jackal barely even having a rear naked chin hold on EP now. Elbow to the gut, then another, EP pushed Jackal off as he runs at the ropes, EP follows him though as he spins around, kicking Jackal with a spinning heel kick, both men ending up collapsing onto the outside.

- El Pablo is first up as he begins to hit Jackal with kicks, kicks to the shin, then the sides, Jackal grabs the left leg though as he drives his elbow down into the kneecap of El Pablo, causing him scream in pain. Jackal then picks up El Pablo as he goes for a knee breaker, but instead viciously throws Pablo knee first into the turnbuckle, creating a sickening shudder.

- Jackal now begins to stomp on the leg of EP, the referee trying to get Jackal back into the ring. Jackal lifts EP up as he throws him inside the ring, but keeps hold of his left leg. He then begins to constantly wrap the leg around the turnbuckle, time after time, the fans going white with sickness. Jackal climbs back into the ring, laughing as EP rolls around screaming, holding his kneecap. Jackal then lies down, locking in a modified leg lock.

- EP once again screams in pain, and once again the fans are right behind him. However now, Jackal is intentionally ripping the kneecap of El Pablo, licking his lips as he hears every little crack in the bones of El Pablo’s leg. The fans try and will him on but he moves no where, he can’t reverse.

- The referee asks if he wants to quit, however El Pablo is loud when he screams ‘NO’. Jackal rips and tears, but in the end, El Pablo manages to gain enough energy to pull and drag with everything he has towards the ropes, Jackal having to release the hold. El Pablo gets up, now hopping on one leg. Jackal springs up as he runs towards El Pablo, diving spear aiming for the leg…

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

- El Pablo jumps up on one leg and hit’s a miraculous enziguiri. Jackal actually gets launched through the ropes and onto the outside with the extreme impact of the kick. El Pablo lies motionless inside the ring. The referee checks on both men, El Pablo now getting up, still hopping on his right leg. The fans cheer him on as Jackal climbs to his feet. El Pablo without hesitation dives over the ropes on one leg, looking to take Jackal out…

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- El Pablo is in a horrid position as Jackal places El Pablo on his shoulders, it seems as though he wants to F-5 El Pablo’s leg into the turnbuckle. Jackal swings him back, but El Pablo manages to crawl off the shoulders and stand on the guardrail. Jackal turns around…EL PABLO…

DIVING HURRICARANA…

- Jackal goes face first into the turnbuckle as El Pablo lands awkwardly on the concrete below. El Pablo still though is first up as Jackal tries to stand, a slight cut being opened on his head where his head met the turnbuckle. El Pablo rolls back into the ring. The referee glad things have calmed down, but the fans know El Pablo oh too well for that. El Pablo suddenly dives through the ropes, but hangs onto the turnbuckle with his hands, hitting a modified version of the 619 around the turnbuckle, Jackal’s head getting crushed.

- El Pablo now throws Jackal back into the ring. El Pablo stands back onto the apron, then dives over the top ropes, hitting a Rope-Vault Body Splash. El Pablo goes for the cover…

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JACKSON CRUSH…

GOGOPLATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Groundhog day is upon CZW as Jackal once again manages to reverse a pinfall into his finisher move, which so far has decimated any opponent it has found. El Pablo frantically moves around, the fans almost shocked by what their seeing, and just as usual, within seconds, El Pablo makes no movements. The referee checks on El Pablo…

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NOT OUT OF IT…NOT OUT OF IT YET!!!

- El Pablo begins to build up any energy and momentum he has got left, now managing to turn the hold around, moving onto his side as he barely, but successfully manages to hook a leg over the bottom rope, Jackal now having to break up the hold.

GO EP…GO EP…GO EP…GO EP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- El Pablo climbs up, but Jackal is there as he charges into El Pablo, knee straight to the side of the head. Jackal picks him up, side suplex. He picks him up again, another side suplex. Jackal pulls down his straps as he builds up aggression, the fans booing but it doesn’t stop the Jackal building up towards…

JACKAL LOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- El Pablo is once again trapped in yet another diminishing hold. Jackal rips and tears at ankle of EP, the left leg that was weakened earlier now beginning to collapse in on El Pablo, the World Champion. The referee does his job once more, this time El Pablo hovering his hand over the mat, the fans still screaming with all their might…

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REVERSAL!!!!!!!!!!!

- EL PABLO WITH A ROLL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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- Jackal somehow gets out at the last split second. The fans booing with all their might, but Jackal gets back up now and stomps down the weakened leg even more. Jackal now tries to get his patented hold on once again, but EP this time kicks out, springs up and hits yet another Enzuguri out of complete desperation. El Pablo places a hand over Jackal, another pin attempt…

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- Jackal and El Pablo, both slow to get to their feet now. El Pablo is first up as he kicks Jackal in the gut, then hit’s a neck breaker. El Pablo gets back up again as he helps Jackal up, swings a right hand but Jackal ducks, now with a GERMAN SUPLEX!

- Jackal keeps the lock on, he hit’s a second, with even more power than the first.

- Jackal now creeps up again, he lifts El Pablo, looking for a third…

NO…EL PABLO WITH ANOTHER ROLL UP!!!!!!!!!

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- The crowds literally fall off their seats as yet again, the match is on a wire. Jackal gets back up, now staggering around, El Pablo holding onto the ropes, both men run at each other…

DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT…WHO IS THIS???

MAYNARD O’TOOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maynard begins to walk down the ramp looking to climb inside the ring with two men who have been in a battle. Jackal and El Pablo are both trying to get to their feet, but as the fans boo loudly, Maynard climbs inside the ring. Maynard walks up to Karl Jackson…

OPIATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now over to El Pablo…

OPIATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maynard now orders the referee to place both Title belts inside the ring, with both competitors now completely out of it. Maynard grabs the microphone, almost laughing down it as the fans boo loudly.

Maynard: Calm down, you all knew it was coming, what, you thought I would be satisfied with a mid-card match against Mr. Boredom, Brian Blaze? I am used to wearing gold, your used to seeing me wearing gold, I am royalty in CZW…

So Jackal…listen carefully…Maynard wants his GOLD BACK!

Maynard suddenly drops the microphone as he picks up the IC Title that lay on the floor. Jackal slowly rises, looking completely dazed. Maynard gets ready, takes a step back then…

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT THE HELL?!

MAYNARD JUST HIT EL PABLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maynard drops the IC Title, and now stands over El Pablo, gazing into the man he has just taken out. Jackal meanwhile rolls out of the ring where a few medics attend to him. Maynard now picks up the World Title and slowly raises it above his head, standing over the beaten World Champion in the center of the ring.

Daniels: There we have it, Maynard O’Toole wants Gold again…

Masters: But instead…he wants the CZW WORLD TITLE!

Daniels: What events we have seen here tonight, next week we will have answers, an update from Montana, and a World Title match, but for now folks, goodnight!

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Blaze is in the XTC locker room after the show, watching repeats of the ending of the main event. The locker room door bursts open, and in walks Shawn Waters, his usual smirk upon his face.

Waters: Hey KB! Listen...I'd like to apologize...I'm sorry I walked out on the match...

Blaze: What are you talking about?

Waters: I must have walked out...one minute I'm wrestling in the ring...the next I'm backstage cleaning my hands...

Blaze: Huh...I saw you in the rin...

Waters: Come on, KB! Let's get going...wanna get a jumpstart on next week...

Blaze looks at Shawn confused...before shrugging as the camera fades...

Jesse Montana
CZW President



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