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CZW kicks off as the eleventh Pay-Per-View, Collateral Damage, begins. Scenes flicker onto the Combat-Tron as superstars in CZW do their favorite moves and taunts. The music kicks in as the fireworks blast off, the fans crowding the sold out arena in Philadelphia. The cameras soon turn towards Daniels & Masters.

DANIELS: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Collateral Damage, the eleventh sold out PPV CZW has to offer, and this lines up to be a record breaker.

MASTERS: Yeah, were calling this the Golden PPV as every single CZW Title is on the line.

DANIELS: Yes, QoC, Hardcore, Tags, IC, TV, X and World, it’s all here tonight, I’m so excited I could dance with you right here right now William.

MASTERS: No need for that Jarred, but your not the only one excited for tonight.

DANIELS: And what’s this?!

All of the sudden out of the excitement and shock throughout the arena, the lights dim. The lights stay out for a minute; anticipation steadily building inside of the dark building. Then..

"The Graduation Theme" hits on the arenas PA System!

The crowd boos passionately awaiting the arrival of Gregory Grantham on the entrance ramp. Minutes pass and Grantham still does not appear, and the fans calm down. Until Grantham appears on the jumbotron. The boos return, much to the sick approval of Grantham, whose trademark cocky smile is apparent as always. He awaits to speak, allowing the fans to show their disdain..

Grantham: "You fickle pieces of fuck!"

(The crowd screams in shocked disapproval. Jarred Daniels offers commentary..)

Daniels: "Wow. Well, I'm glad we are on Pay-Per-View and not cable tonight."

Grantham: "You all loved me when I was GM, doing my best to kiss your asses so that I could retain my position of power. Well guess what, that was a mistake, and now I have began to right the wrongs. I have aligned myself with Eric Collum, a former foe of mine who is one of the most highly regarded competitors in the business, as well as Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson, who I have competed against as well. Both are champions, and myself? Well, I have stood at the footsteps of supposed greatness and kicked 'his' ass until he was 'red, white and blue', so-to-speak. Well tonight, as you can see, I am unable to be at the event in Philadelphia. I---"

(Grantham is cut off by the fans cheering over his absence..)

Daniels: "I can't say I am surprised by the fans reaction, Masters."

(William Masters nods in agreement..)

Grantham: "I have business that I am attending to at home in Texas. I do wish both of my associates, Eric Collum and Karl Jackson the best of luck in their title defenses; although I know they'll be fine without my wishes. I know this because we are the best in the game today. This super-alliance that we compose is by leaps and bounds, the most impressive assembly of both mind and body that the CzW has ever seen. Eric Collum is a man who is known by his peers as 'The Human Highlight Reel'. Quite simply, he makes lesser foes look almost comical in the ring. Karl 'The Jackal' Jackson is the most insane player in the game, as well as a physical powerhouse. The things that this man can and will do to his opponents are simply disturbing. And myself? Well, though I am still not back with you all in full force due to personal matters, I am still the most intelligent man to ever grace the CzW roster. I has amassed one of the CzW's most impressive records dismantling my opponents both mentally and physically."

(Grantham pauses as the fans boo..)

Grantham: "In closing, I simply want to make it known to all of you in the beautiful ghetto of Philidelphia, as well as the superstars in the back, that whoever gets in our way, you will be taken out. The innovation of professional wrestling as you know it is only but a moment away.."

(The picture fades leaving all of the fans pondering as the pay-per-view cuts to commercial..)

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH TO FACE HARDCORE CHAMPION -=-
MOUNTAIN MAN -vs- STEVEN RUSSELL -vs- JOHN WALKER

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Mountain Man and Steven Russell are already in the ring when a video comes up on the CZWtron. We see Mountain Man just destroying John Walker. The main highlight was Mountain Man giving John Walker a crucifix powerbomb through a backstage door. The cameraman focuses on Walker who is not moving at all.

The bell rings and Steven turns around from watching the footage and gets caught with a viscous clothesline from Mountain Man that turned him inside out. Mountain Man grabbed a table from the outside and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then sets him up and hits a falcon arrow through the table. He then whips him in to the ropes and hits an avalanche and Russell slumps into the corner.

Mountain Man grabs Russell and throws him head first into the ring post with a sickening thud. Mountain Man then grabs a chair, unfolds it and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then grabs Russell, sets him up and hits the Fallen Timber on the unfolded chair. Mountain Man then gets the easy three count.

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-=- TLC MATCH FOR VACANT QoC TITLE -=-
TATUM REGAN -vs- DEBRA LOPEZ

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Daniels: The next match that coming up is our Queen Champion title match.

Masters: I am ready to see some tits right now.

Daniels: I believe this will be on great match.

All is quiet in the arena, the lights dim as red and orange pryos erupt around the stage for a good minute. The pryos stop and the arena goes silent again. One final BOOM goes off the center stage and Ain't It Funny begins to play over the P.A System As Debra Lopez and sister Jennifer Lopes appears and manager Jennifer Montgomery on the center stage hands on hips gazing over the crowd as they cheer and whistle. They begin to strut down the runway as they shake their hips and booty to the beat of the song and slapping fans hands.

Daniels: Debra Lopez has been almost unstoppable since she have arrive here at Combat Zone Wrestling.

Masters: Debra is about to do my favor part of her entering the ring. So shut up right now!

As they approach the ring she slowly climbs the ring steps then enters the ring through the middle rope with one leg, bends over enters the ring with her body then pulls in their other leg *like Stacy Keibler did*. Once in the ring they goes to the center and being their sexy dance again as pryos erupt out of the ring posts. Once they and the pryo's stop the music fades out.

Masters: Damn I love that girls ass!

Daniels: That is a very nice ass but it not about her ass right now.

Then inside of the arena it sound like it pouring rain inside of there and then the crowd jump on their feet knowing who it was and coming blasting out of the curtains was Tatum Regan as she came down to the ring to “All the things she said.”. She had on all black it seems with a pair of black wrestling boots on in a dress like wrestling outfit that was tight to her body.

Daniels: Now this woman is also getting the chance many in the back believe she should have gotten along time ago. She going after the title she been wanting since she arrive here at Combat Zone Wrestling.

Master: That might be true but she will have a fight on her hand in my eyes with this Lopez girls.

She walking down the ramp playing to the fans it seems as she get inside of the ring and walked right over to the corner of the top turnbuckle and threw her hands up playing to the fans a bit. She did a back flip off the turnbuckle and landed on her feet like a cat in the ring looking right at Debra with a smirks across her face licking her lips as a grin came across her face. Debra just grins looking at her in the corner with a smile as they both looked up at the camera and saw Ruthless was sitting on her desk looking down at them in the ring.

Tonight match is going to be history in the making as we crowd a new Queen Combat Zone Wrestling. To make sure that happen both Jennifers are banned from ring side.

Both of the Jennifers starts to argue about this as Debra looked over at Tatum and Tatum looked over at them as the image of Ruthless goes off the screen.

Daniels: It seems Ruthless Aggression the GM want to make sure this match goes as planned.

Masters: Sometimes I believe Ruthless don’t know how to have fun.

Debra was watching as both her valet and sister was banned to the back and that when Tatum took the chance and rolled up Debra in pinned and Debra kick out. Both woman jump right back on their feet at their same time looking right at each other ready with a bit of a smirk.

Daniels: This seems going to one good match.

Masters: I bet it will be but all I care is I want to Lopez panties.

Daniels shake his head as the match is going on. It seems that Tatum had took a bit of advantage over Debra. She threw Debra into the ropes and Debra climb out of the ring. Tatum when to go after her as she reach over the top rope for her that when Debra hit her in the face with her elbow and then snapped Tatum neck on the top rope which made her fall backs on to the matt. That when Debra jump off the apron and starts to toss the chairs inside of the ring. She has toss about 3 chairs inside of the ring.

Masters: It seems it time for chairs!

Debra was climbing inside of the ring but she didn’t notice that Tatum had got up and Tatum had one of the chairs. She bounce off the ropes and then place the chairs in the front of her feet as she kick it right into the side of Debra. Debra when through the ropes right down on her back. She was stood up and Tatum came flying over the rope with the chair on top of her. Both girl seems to be lay out a bit from the move and the crowd was chanting CZW!!!.

Daniels: I never saw that coming!!!!

As they were replying it seems that Debra got up from the move as she was holding her back a bit. She wait for Tatum to get up as she did she took the chair that was in her hand and hit her across her head. Tatum just landed on her knees as Debra took the chair again and smash it on her head. Tatum seems a bit whopping and wasn’t going down. That when Debra place the chair in front of Tatum’s face and with her right boot kick her right in the face through the chair. Tatum fell sideway on the ground as Debra stood over her. She pick her up by the hair and toss her inside of the ring. She cover her and

1..

2..

Before he could count the three that when Tatum raised her arm up off the mat. Debra was shocked that she kick out as she pick her up by the hair and goes to give her power slam and that when Tatum starts to rolled her up in a small package.

1...

And Debra kick out real fast as she got up and walked right into a close line from Tatum. Debra got up again and into another close line and this time it send her back outside of the ring over the top rope. Tatum notice the chair and as Debra try to get back into the ring again Tatum baseball slide into her and as Debra was coming down she hit her face right on the apron down to the ground. Tatum was on the other side of the ring as Debra was getting herself together and she when under the ring and pull out the table. She didn’t see Debra coming as Debra took her down from behind him. Debra starts to set up the table that Tatum was going to set up for her it seems.

Daniels: This women really going at it seems.

Masters: Debra had already bloody up Tatum with the face chair slam earlier.

They both now somehow had climb up on the top of the table and was throwing blows like men at each other on the top of the table. It seems that Tatum got the best of her and then Tatum planted a gory bomb right on the table that took them both out. The crowd was on their feet as both ladies was lay out in the broken table.

Daniels: Who going to get out of it first?

You see both women were moving slowly and Debra seems to had a piece of the wood in her hair. They both start to climb inside of the ring slowly as it they were trying to catch their breath a bit. They were on opposite side of the ring with each other and they were start to use the ropes to pull there self up. Debra notice the chair from the corner as her eyes as Tatum bounce off the rope and in mid air Debra hit her across the midsection with the chair. She then pick up Tatum and threw her into the corner and go on the opposite corner of her. She had the chair in her hand as she ran and splash in Tatum in the corner with the chair that made Tatum hit the mat face first. Debra then rolled out of the ring and when under the ring and start to pull out a ladder from under the ring. It was a 12 foot ladder it seems and was setting it up. AS she was setting it up it seems that Tatum got some air in herself and jump on to the ladder from the other side as Lopez was climb up. Soon both girls was on the top of this 12 foot ladder throwing fist at each other.

Daniels: Whoever fall I believe will not be a nice fall anyone here!

Masters: This bitches are crazy for been up there!

Tatum took Debra by the hair and she smash her face on the top of the ladder. It send Debra back a bit but her feet was lock on the in on the ladder it seems. She then came back and took Tatum by the hair and smash her head not once but twice on the top of the ladder. Tatum seems a bit out of it like Debra but Debra took the chance and brought Tatum forward and sit her up on the top of the ladder. Debra climb up a few move steps and then jump right on top of Tatum shoulders and give her a spinning hurricanranna off the top of the ladder and they both came crashing down on inside of the ring hard. Their body seems to jump in the air when they landed in the ring by the impact. The crowd was cheering Debra name as she slowly starts to crawl over to Tatum and place an arm over her body.

1...

2.…

3.…

Winner: Debra Lopez

The crowd jump up as “Ain’t it Funny came blasting over the speakers it seems.

Daniels: Debra Lopez is the new Queen Combat Zone Champion.

Masters: That my girl!!!

She was handed over the title as Debra looked down at it with a grin as she stood up and place it over her head. She looked over at Tatum and she help her up and Tatum look upset at herself as she shook hands with Debra inside of the ring. She raised her hand in the air pointing to Debra as they were shaking hands.

Daniels: Look out Debra and Tatum!!!

Once Debra turn around she got hit in the face by a boot to the jaw it seems and hit the mat hard. Tatum was about to go after the girl but she close line Tatum and once Tatum got up she got hit in the jaw also by this young blonde hair female boot.

Daniels: This woman did it again. She came out last week in one of the women matches and out here now!

Masters: Whoever she is. She want to make impact.

She reaches down where Debra’s title had falling and look down over at it and pick it up looking at it. She smirks as it seems she want to put on the title but then you notice Reva Douglas coming running out from the back as she slide under the ring. Reva grab the chair and hit the mat waiting on the girl to turn around and once she did she got hit in the head with the title. Soon Reva was on top of the girl and both Reva and the girl were rolling in the ring throwing punches at each other. Big Daddy came inside of the ring to break up the fight as Debra and Tatum start to want to go after this girl as she was getting drag out of the ring by the other guards. Reva, Tatum and Debra were on the top of the apron pointing at the woman as she have this smirk on her face.

Daniels: I don’t know who that was but I believe she on the hit list of those girls now.

-- A promo for the main event is shown --

Jenny: Now we are in the back and if you haven’t notice but we just had crowded us a new Women Champion Debra Lopez but then again it seems a young blonde hair woman came in and broke her celebration short.

That young blonde hair woman would be me dearly.

The camera spin around and could see a young blonde female that had on some cowboy boots in a pair of blue jeans with a short shirt on with her blonde hair in curls coming around her face.

Dixie Cane: The little blonde hair woman have a name and it Dixie Cane. I am here because of the fact I notice how this little company need a bit help. They have about 3 women on the roster that actually fighter it seems and then you have one who really don’t want to do what the boss want. So decide to kill the boss baby to get her back into the ring. Then you have others around here that just want to be in the ring once and while. I am here to make impact and I have not once but twice. I am ready to do that again.

That when you could hear someone clapping and it was Ruthless Aggression as she came into view. Jenny jump a bit as Ruthless smirks.

Ruthless: Don’t worry I am not going to place a hand on you this time Jenny. Now you little missy. Want to come here and just cause trouble. I will agree you have made a impact since you have sign with us but you still have to prove a bit something to the board.

Dixie: What would that be?

Ruthless: You still need to have a match so I am going to make a match for you this week show. It will be You and Hellena the baby killer against Reva Douglas and Tatum Regan.

Dixie smirks as she place her hands on her hips.

Dixie: I don’t care if it a single match or a tag team match. As long I am debuting. Now I can show everyone around here something.

Dixie walked away from Jenny and Ruthless. Jenny turn around and Ruthless scream boo as Jenny ran off away from her. Ruthless just laughs as she goes the other way.

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-=- HANGMAN'S MASSACRE -=-
RUTHLESS AGGRESSION -vs- HELLENA

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William Masters: “I don’t think the next match will be for the faint at heart.”

Jarred Daniels: “What you are looking at here is the mechanics piecing together the contraption for the next match. Ruthless Aggression and Hellena have had a long history with one another and these two women are looking to end it with this match.”

William Masters: “Please explain the match to the fans, Jarred.”

Jarred Daniels: “Well – it is pretty simple. The winner of the match will be the woman who is able to suspend their opponent by that wire affixed atop the ring. The idea is to use a ladder, climb to the top, pull down that barbed wire noose, attach it to your opponent, and then head to the outside to crank it up on the pulley system.”

William Masters: “That sounds gruesome. I’m going to love it.”

Puddle of Mudd’s “Psycho” hits the speakers and out comes Hellena. She hurries to the ring and slides in beneath the ropes. Her eyes search ringside for the crank and she makes complete certain she knows how to operate the mechanism. Slipping out of the ring, she heads to the upright ladder and awaits her opponent.

William Masters: “Hellena is inspecting that ladder. She needs to use that not just to reach that noose, but to beat the hell out of Ruthless Aggression! Ruth has just called this upon herself. She came back here pushing her weight around! How would you like it if I went away for a while the came back, taking your job!”

Papa Roach now hits the speakers – playing “Last Resort” – and Ruthless Aggression emerges from the back to a great crowd reaction. Ruth darts towards the ring and there is no question that this match will be explosive.

Jarred Daniels: “—maybe you could just go away.”

William Masters: “That’s not funny.”

Ruth does not enter the ring, but instead circles it – heading directly for Hellena. Both women meet at the ladder and that is when the slugfest begins! Both women start exchanging rights and lefts. Ruth dominates Hellena at the start until Hellena is able to trip her up, drop-toe-holding Ruth head first into the ring barricade. With a hand full of hair, Hellena drags Ruth to her feet and throws her into the ring.

William Masters: “Hellena has control of this match. She has control and I feel she will maintain control.”

Hellena leads with a series of boots, knocking Ruth towards the ropes. Then, she presses forward – choking Ruth across the middle rope. Using her weight, Hellena closes off Ruth’s air passage, attempting to make her black out. Right now, it is not about winning the match. Right now, it is about hurting Ruth. Hellena continues the choke, then heads off the opposite ropes. Hellena tries to use her body weight in one, single motion – but Ruth moves and Hellena gets hung up on the middle rope.

Jarred Daniels: “Quick move for Ruth and now that allows her to retaliate. Ruth responds with a neckbreaker and she’s leading her up to her feet. Quick arm wrench and Hellena is whipped to the ropes.”

Off the ropes, Hellena picks up speed and finds herself caught in Ruth’s grasps. Hellena counters any attempt maneuver and whips around behind Ruth. An attempted head-scissors is blocked by Ruth and Hellena, instead, lands in a position to Russian Leg Sweep Ruth down. Fluid like water, Hellena pulls Ruth back and brings her down. Hellena floats over for what appears to be a pin attempt, but – instead – begins clawing at her face.

Jarred Daniels: “She’s trying to tear Ruth’s face off it looks like, but—NO! Ruth blocks and kicks her off. Ruth is back pedaling and here comes Hellena once more. Clothesline attempt and Ruth ducks. She’s off to the ropes and NICE! Spinning Heel Kick!”

A Spinning Heel Kick takes Hellena down. When Hellena reaches her feet once more, she steps into Ruth’s clutches and is taken down with a Sidewalk Slam! Now, with Hellena down and not immediately returning to her feet, Ruth heads to the ropes and slips outside to retrieve the ladder.

William Masters: “Ruth has the ladder and now Hellena’s starting to stir. I can’t believe Ruth is going to use the ladder as a weapon. It’s a tool to win – a way to get that noose! There’s no need for it to be used as a weapon. That’s straight up cheating.”

Jarred Daniels: “Well, Ruth’s in and so is the ladder. Hellena’s back up and she grabs that ladder away from Ruth. Both women charge and—NO! WHAT?! Hellena swings that ladder, but Ruth just drop-kicked the ladder into Hellena’s face.”

With the ladder in hand, Ruth props it up into the corner turnbuckle at an angle. She immediately returns to Hellena and throws her into the ladder – it resounding with a loud clamor. Then, pulling Hellena back, Ruth slams the back of her head into the rungs. The shot dazes Hellena and Ruth scoops her up and then spikes her down with a quick Michinoku Driver!

William Masters: “Wait. What is Ruth doing?!”

Climbing to the top turnbuckle, Ruth holds the ladder in her hands. Sizing the prone Hellena up, Ruth dives off! She sits down on the top portion of the ladder and slams it down across Hellena’s chest! Fans groan and then erupt with cheers, loving the hard-core action of the match. This single move has spent both Ruth and Hellena as Ruth took huge damage to her tailbone.

Jarred Daniels: “Both of these women are taking it to each other. Ruth knows she needs to hang Hellena up in order to win. She’s looking wasted, but setting the ladder up. Hellena’s out.”

Rung by rung, Ruth begins to climb. One. Two. Hellena stirs and heads to intercept Ruth’s upward momentum. Three. Four. Hellena snags a hold of Ruth from behind, pulling her down from the ladder in a Crucifix position. Hellena steps forward and sits, throwing Ruth overhead with a Crucifix power-bomb! The impact rocks Ruth and Hellena rolls to a knee. She takes a breath, now turning her attention up towards the barbed wire noose.

William Masters: “Climb Hellena! CLIMB!”

Hellena starts up the ladder. One. Two. Three rungs! NO! Ruth snatches a hold of her right foot and pulls her down. Then, with an eye gouge and a quick step forward, Hellena Irish whips Ruth into the ropes. Upon her return, Hellena pulls her up – going for a powerslam – but shifts momentum and throws Ruth overhead with a fall-away slam! Ruth hurls through the air and strikes the upright ladder!

Jarred Daniels: “Hellena is now setting that ladder back up. Both of these women are spent. I can’t believe the amount of pain their putting their bodies through tonight.”

Before Hellena can begin climbing the ladder again, Ruth is back to her feet. Hellena takes a hold of her with a front face chancery, but Ruth lands two strong forearms into her opponent’s abdomen. This opens the door for Ruthless Aggression once more. Ruth attempts a vertical suplex, but Hellena hooks Ruth’s left leg with her right. The attempt is blocked, so Ruth drives him backwards into the corner turnbuckle. Hellena immediately reacts with an eye gouge and Ruth stumbles backwards. This allows Hellena enough time to pull herself up onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position and then pull Ruth by the hair toward her. Hellena signals for a tornado DDT!

When Hellena kicks off the turnbuckle, Ruth shifts her weight and uses Hellena’s momentum to pull her up onto her shoulders into a fireman’s carry. Hellena looks stunned as Ruth pivots and then drops her opponent head first into the canvas with a Death Valley Driver.

Jarred Daniels: “Ruth is determined to earn back Hellena’s respect with that.”

William Masters: “Hellena doesn’t give a damn about Ruth. Ruth is a coward!”

Jarred Daniels: “Ruth’s going to put an exclamation point on this night. She is setting Hellena up for The Nightmare! Hellena’s trying to fight out of it, but—WAIT! NO!”

Hellena counters with a quick arm drag, but Ruth rebounds to her feet. Both women engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Hellena wrenches Ruth’s left arm and then steps through trying to sling her off into the ropes. NO! Ruth holds on and pulls Hellena towards her with an attempted short-arm clothesline! Hellena ducks and switches behind Ruth, applying a rear waist lock. With a single back elbow, Ruth is able to switch positions and hauls Hellena over head with a German suplex.

NO!

Hellena lands on her feet and charges toward Ruth! She drops an elbow onto the canvas, but Ruth rolls aside. Both women regain a vertical base and the fans give a great applause. Neither woman stops to admonish the cheers, though. Hellena dives toward Ruth and takes her down with a Lou Thesz Press and proceeds to land repeated rights into her opponent’s head.

Jarred Daniels: “Hellena has Ruth now. She has her by the hair! Let her go!”

William Masters: “Wait. Hellena’s dragging her over toward that ladder. That ladder’s on the canvas and—WHAT?!”

Hellena pulls Ruth up into a power-bomb position. It looks like Ruth is trying to fight Hellena off, but—NO!

Jarred Daniels: “That’s the Rorschach Test! The Rorschach Test and Hellena just spiked Ruth’s face into that ladder!”

That simple shot opens up Ruth. Blood now stains the canvas as Hellena applies a standing neck lock. She uses all of her might and it appears as if Hellena is bent on twisting Ruth’s head completely off. There’s no question that Hellena is a formidable opponent. Mustering as much strength as she can and shutting out the anguish from her wounds, Ruth fights back.

Jarred Daniels: “Ruth is battling up to her feet. She’s to a knee. Her foot is planted and—COME’ON! Hellena’s just slammed her backwards with a tug of the hair. Hellena’s not finished. She drags Ruth to her feet and—WAIT—Ruth reverses! There’s a forearm shot and then a big right hand!”

William Masters: “Ruth has had her chance. Hellena is simply to powerful for her.”

Jarred Daniels: “Ruth with a quick snapmare and she heads off to the opposite ropes. Guillotine leg drop and—NO! Hellena avoids the leg and gets to her feet. An arm twist and Ruth is sent to the ropes.”

When Ruth returns off the ropes, Hellena catches her with a diving lariat. The shot rocks Ruth, but she still gets back to her feet quickly. Hellena follows suit and charges once more. Ruth ducks a second diving lariat and heads to the opposite ropes. Picking up steam, Ruth greets Hellena with a spear. Hellena hits the ground, but Ruth retains a hold of her. In one fluid motion, Ruth stands, holding Hellena by the waste, and throws her over head with a belly to belly suplex!

William Masters: “Hellena’s not backing down. She just got suplexed, but she’s right back up!”

Hellena feints another charge toward Ruth, but – instead – ducks outside. Ruth gives chase.

Jarred Daniels: “These two women used to be such good friends. I cannot believe that this is where they are today.”

William Masters: “Maybe Ruth shouldn’t have run away after her title loss. Maybe Hellena would still have some respect for her then.”

Ruth chases Hellena around the ring and never sees her pick up the steel chair. When Ruth bounds around that corner, Hellena swings!

--AND MISSES! The chair rings out loud as it hits the turnbuckle. It stings Hellena’s hands and she is forced to drop the chair.

Jarred Daniels: “There’s a stiff kick to the midsection and now Ruth has that chair!”

William Masters: “Illegal! Illegal!”

BLAM! The chair shot rocks Hellena’s skull. Instantly, Ruth slides the chair into the ring and proceeds to stomp the Hell out of Hellena. She quickly returns Hellena to the ring and follows close behind. Ruth does not waste time. She plants Hellena in the nearby corner and formulates her next plan.

Hellena’s dazed in the corner and Ruth picks up the ladder. Running toward her opponent, Ruth dives the end of the ladder into Hellena’s midsection. The fans cringe when it makes impact. Crumpled down in the corner, Hellena looks for a moments rest. Ruth won’t let her have it; and it looks like she has a plan.

Placing the ladder onto Hellena’s shoulders, Ruth lifts her opponent wearing the ladder up onto the top turnbuckle. As quick as she can, Ruth follows. What small portion of Hellena’s head that is sticking out through the rungs of the ladder is gripped and Ruth points toward the center of the ring.

Jarred Daniels: “She’s not going to do that. No. She’s not.”

Leaping off the rope, Ruth executes a modified version of the Ruth Awaken. The move exhausts both women with Hellena taking the brunt of the impact. Neither woman has yet to reach the barbed wire noose hanging above the ring. They only look to hurt one another and nothing more; and this shot is no different. Hellena’s now been busted open and blood spews from her brow.

Jarred Daniels: “If this was a Last Man Standing match, I don’t think either one of these women could finish the match. Both are down for the count. But, this man isn’t a Last Man Standing. This is a Hangman’s Massacre match.”

William Masters: “We may see this noose come into play now! Ruth’s setting that ladder up. It’s so badly damaged I don’t even think it can support Ruth’s weight as she climbs.”

The ladder sits on crooked legs and wobbles as Ruth climbs. Hellena begins to stir, but Ruth makes her way up the ladder faster. That is until Hellena spies Ruth atop the ladder.

Jarred Daniels: “Ruth has the noose in hand and she’s pulling it down. You can see the gears cranking over there and—wait! Hellena grabs Ruth on the ladder from behind!”

William Masters: “Backstabber! Ruth just went down hard! Hurry up Hellena! You can do it!”

With a hand full of hair, Hellena drags Ruth back up to her feet and then spikes her back down with a DDT. She then grabs the barbed wire noose as it sways in mid-air and pulls it down the rest of the way. As Ruth gets to a knee, she is greeted by the malicious digits of her opponent. Hellena rakes the barbed wire noose across Ruth’s brow, drawing forth a torrent of blood.

Hellena then winds the barbed wire noose around Ruth’s neck. NO! Ruth fights free and sends Hellena crashing backwards after a violent shove. Ruth grabs for the noose, but Hellena lunges forward and drives a single boot with great force into her enemy’s chest. Ruth buckles and Hellena returns to the noose. This time, however, she winds the noose around Ruth’s waist.

William Masters: “Here we go!”

Jarred Daniels: “Hellena’s going to go crank that machine. She needs to raise Ruth up above the ring to win. But, Ruth’s not going to be so easy about that! Rear waistlock applied on Hellena and Ruth’s hauls her overhead—NO! Hellena blocks and—WAIT!”

William Masters: “Cobra clutch bomb! Ruth drops and slams Hellena down with a Cobra Clutch Bomb!”

Jarred Daniels: “She’s untying the noose from around her waist and now she’s going to do the same to Hellena!”

Quick to react, Hellena rolls free from Ruth’s grip and rolls to the outside. Ruth sneers and charges forward – diving through the ropes – and spearing Hellena down on the outside! Both women slam into the guard railing.

Jarred Daniels: “Ruth’s up and looking around ringside for something. Wait. What? She’s peeling back the floor padding and exposing that concrete. She’s got Hellena by the hair and—WAIT! Hellena with a charging headbutt! She’s got Ruth and—OH!”

SLAM!

Hellena ignores the exposed concrete and – instead – slams Ruth head first into the machinery that controls the noose! The shot dazes Ruth and Hellena immediately rolls her opponent back into the ring. Hellena climbs up onto the apron and waits for Ruth to stir. Ruth gets to a knee, staggering on all fours. As Ruth begins to go vertical, Hellena springboards into the ring to catch her with a Fame-Asser!

Jarred Daniels: “COUNTER! Ruth levels Hellena with a clothesline!”

William Masters: “What the Hell?!? Look at Ruth’s arm!”

Jarred Daniels: “Oh My! We didn’t even see that! Neither did Hellena! Ruth had wrapped that barbed wire noose around her forearm! That clothesline could have decapitated Hellena!”

William Masters: “I wouldn’t go that far!”

Wrapping the barbed wire noose around Hellena’s waist, Ruth ties the wire and heads for the mechanism. When Ruth begins to walk away, Hellena springs to life and grapples Ruth. Her efforts are desperate and ill-fated. Ruth is able to overpower Hellena – digging deep within herself – and dropping her opponent with a huge drop-kick. Hellena slams backwards and Ruth catapults herself toward the mechanism.

She rolls to the outside and starts the crank, causing the wire to tighten and drag Hellena into the air. Hellena fights to unhook the wire, but cannot. Ruth cranks the machine with all of her might, lifting Hellena high enough into the air, to where the official calls the end of the match. Blood pours from fresh wounds on Hellena – showering down into the ring. The ring bell sounds and several officials go to the machine to lower Hellena to safety.

Ruthless Aggression has official won the Hangman’s Massacre Match.

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

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The California Beast" CALEB WALKER -vs- "The Original Showstealer" S.J. FUNK

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

“Let’s Get Rocked” booms out through the arena as SJ Funk heads out to the arena, the fans in attendance cheering him on.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it involves two returning CZW Originals! Making his way to the ring, from Durham, England, ‘the Original Show Stealer,’ SJ FUNK!!”

Funk interacts with the fans as he makes his way down, and then climbs into the ring as Nazareth’s “Hair of the Dog” kicks in. Caleb Walker heads out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos.

Towers: “And his opponent, hailing from Sacramento, California, he is ‘the California Beast,’ CALEB WALKER!!

More boos as Walker makes his way to the ring, walking up the steps and entering, the two men facing off in a stare-down immediately. Towers exits the ring and the opening bell sounds, and Funk and Walker immediately lock up, with SJ taking control with a side headlock. He pulls him over his hip to the mat, holding him down. He cinches in the hold, but Walker powers his way to his feet. After a moment, Walker shoves Funk to the ropes and takes him down with a big shoulder-block on the rebound! The crowd boos Walker as he grins down at Funk, flexing his arms.

Daniels: “Walker showing his power there!”

Masters: “Caleb Walker is the man! I’m so glad he came back.”

Funk rises and they go for the lock up again, and Walker powers him into the corner, immediately driving a series of shoulder-blocks to Funk’s midsection! He stands and pulls Funk out of the corner, tossing him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Walker poses to the jeering fans again before moving back after SJ, but the gesture costs him time. Funk lays in with some fists as Walker pulls him to his feet.

Daniels: “SJ Funk firing back now!”

Funk with three punches to the head, rocking Walker back. Caleb blocks the fourth and swings with an attempt at a lariat! Funk blocks and hooks the arm! He hooks the other and executes a beautiful arm-trap suplex! Funk quickly rolls to his feet and charges at Walker, nailing him as he starts to rise with a shining wizard! Funk now stalking Walker, rolling his hands to the crowd who begin to respond with louder and louder cheers. He grabs Caleb from behind and locks in an octopus stretch!

Daniels: “Caleb Walker is in trouble here! He’s in the center of the ring!”

Funk keeps the hold locked in for several moments, but then in an incredible display of power, Walker heaves him off with a hip-toss! Funk rolls to his feet and hits the ropes, spring off with a cross body block! Walker catches him and instantly tosses him back! Fallaway slam! Walker pulls Funk up and hooks his arms behind his back. He hoists him up and drives him to the mat with a double-underhook sit-out powerbomb!!

Kick-out!

Daniels: “Funk’s not done for yet!”

Masters: “Give him a few more minutes; I’m sure he’ll stay down!”

Caleb pulls Funk to his feet and whips him in, lifting him in a military press! He holds him aloft for several moments before planting him onto the canvas. He flexes again, grinning out to the crowd as they boo him mercilessly. As he turns around, Funk nips up into an STO, catching ‘the California Beast’ off guard! He quickly goes for the cover!

Kick-out!

Daniels: “So close!”

Both men rise slowly, slugging it out. Walker quickly takes control, punching him back to the ropes. He whips him to the far side, swinging a clothesline! Funk rolls under the attack and retaliates with a dropkick! Walker falls and quickly moves to his feet, but Funk is ready! He grabs Walker by the neck!

Daniels: “Funk looking for the ‘Go Home Driver’ I think!”

He lifts walker and chokeslams him across his knee, then switches to a double-underhook clutch! He tries to lift him up over his shoulder, but Caleb struggles! He gets his feet under him and breaks free of the arm-lock, grabbing Funk by the waist and taking him over with a Northern Lights suplex! Walker is up now, and he drags Funk to his feet, throwing him into the corner. He lifts him to a seated position at the top and climbs up after him. He goes for a hurricanrana!! Funk pushes Walker off, sending him sprawling face-first to the mat! He repositions himself as Walker rises, and leaps off! Missile Dropkick!! The fans give a loud ovation as Funk resumes control, pressing the attack. He rains down several shots to the head and back of Caleb, forcing him into the corner. He whips him to the far corner, but Caleb reverses and launches Funk back into the other corner with authority! Funk bounces out and Walker seizes control! He grabs Funk, and lifts him up into a vertical suplex position…

Masters: “Here it is, Daniels! ‘THE BEAST WITHIN!!”

Daniels: “No! Reversal by Funk!!”

SJ rolls out of the move, falling down behind Walker and rolling him up with a school boy!!

2!!

Caleb struggles!

3!!!

*ding-ding-ding!*

Masters: “NO WAY!”

Daniels: “Funk wins! He stole that one right from under him!”

The fans cheer as Funk rolls out of the ring, celebrating with the cheering fans at ringside. Caleb Walker gets to his feet in complete disbelief, his eyes wide. The referee wisely gets away from Caleb who is not happy in the least. “Let’s Get Rocked” booms out once again as SJ Funk celebrates his return victory.

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

-=- CZW HARDCORE TITLE NO ESCAPE CAGE MATCH -=-
"The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND (c) -vs- "The Hardcore Master" TIM TIMMONS

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

The steel cage is set up, and Jessica Towers stands in the ring, ready to announce the participants.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No-Escape Steel Cage match, and it is for the CZW Hardcore title.”

‘Inside the Fire’ plays and Tim Timmons makes his way to ringside.

Towers: “Introducing first, the challenger, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, ‘the Hardcore Master,’ TIM TIMMONS!!”

Timmons gets a good reaction from the crowd as he enters the ring, inspecting the structure of the cage. The crowd cheers loudly as ‘Time of Dying’ blasts over the PA, and ‘the Reaper,’ Brian Kirkland, title around his waist, makes his way to ringside along with Dwayne Campbell.

Towers: “And his opponent, from Dallas, North Carolina, the CZW Hardcore Champion, ‘the Reaper,’ BRIAN KIRKLAND!!”

Towers leaves the ring after Kirkland enters, handing his belt to the ringside staff. The door is closed and sealed, and Kirkland and Timmons stare down as a loud ‘CZW’ chant breaks out.

Daniels: “Hardcore championship on the line here in this no-escape cage match. Weapons of all sorts have been worked into the cage itself, which has also been enclosed from the top. It’s like a Hell in a Cell, but the space is even more enclosed. Violence is going to be hard to avoid.”

Masters: “Like they care? If they wanted to avoid brutality, then they’re in the wrong division!”

The bell rings and they pace around eachother before going to lock up. Kirkland quickly takes control with a big right hand, followed by an Irish whip to the corner. He charges in, but Timmons gets the feet up. Kirkland, however, stops short and catches Tim’s feet, flinging them to the ground and grabbing Timmons by the head, whirling around and driving him face-first into the steel! Timmons is groggy, and Kirkland takes advantage with a reverse DDT!

Daniels: “This match is getting physical right from the get-go! Timmons is down, and ‘the Reaper’ stands over him before dropping a big leg-drop! Pin attempt!”

Masters: “Ha, Timmons didn’t even stay down for a one-count. This one’s got a ways to go!”

BK starts to pull Timmons up, but Tim grabs him by the hair and falls backwards, smashing BK’s face into the cage! Both men up to their feet and Timmons takes advantage, lunging forward with an elbow and clocking the champ! Kirkland slumps against the cage as Timmons pulls a kendo stick free from it’s hanging! He smashes Kirkland in the gut with it, making him double over in pain, and he drives a vile shot home to the back of the skull! Kirkland falls to the mat in a heap!

Daniels: “Timmons just broke that kendo stick over Kirkland’s head! Tim with the cover!”

Kick-out by Kirkland! Timmons picks him up from the mat and pushes him into the corner, stomping him in the midsection repeatedly. He moves away and charges in with a clothesline, rocking the champ hard against the turnbuckle! Tim paces back a second time, and lands a second devastating clothesline! Again he moves away, holding his hand up to the cheering crowd, and he charges in a third time…right as Kirkland pulls a stop-sign free from the cage, smacking it into Tim’s face as he comes rushing forward! As Timmons staggers back, he steps forward; throwing a punch, but Kirkland ducks and hooks his arm and neck…Side Effect!! Cover!

2!!

Kick out by Timmons!

Daniels: “Close call there, excellent counter by Kirkland!”

Masters: “I never saw that stop sign!”

Daniels: “That excuse never works with the cops.”

Kirkland picks Tim up and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a high-impact spinebuster. He then goes to the side of the cage, working free a table that has been secured to the top of the cage! He sets it up and turns around, but Timmons has recovered and he lunges forward with a sick lariat, sending Kirkland head-over-heels!

Masters: “They’re tearing eachother apart in there. Both of them are slow to rise!”

They’re up, and Kirkland swings first with a clothesline. Timmons ducks however and grabs BK, tossing him back with a release German suplex! He gets up to a chorus of cheers and drags Kirkland over to the table, lifting him up and setting him up for a pump-handle slam! Kirkland drops behind him and whips him to the turnbuckle, but Tim reverses! BK crashes into the corner, and Tim rushes in, but Kirkland lifts a knee up, intercepting him! Kirkland heads the top, hooking Tim’s arms for the Intervention!

Daniels: “Is he… he’s going to try and drive him through that table!!”

Masters: “Not so fast, Tim’s fighting back!”

Timmons is able to wrench and arm free and throw a series of strikes to Kirkland’s ribs. He suddenly switches position, pulling ‘the Reaper’ onto his shoulders! CANADIAN DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!! Both men are down, unmoving! Finally, after several long moments, Tim starts to stir. He rolls slowly, draping his arm over Kirkland!

Kirkland with the shoulder up somehow!! The fans go nuts!

Daniels: “Somehow ‘the Reaper’ is still alive!

Slowly they begin to move to their feet. Tim on one side of the cage and reaching for a steel chair. Kirkland rises on the other, pulling down a golf club. They move at eachother at the same time, Timmons with the chair over head, but Kirkland jabs him in the gut with the club like a spear, causing him to drop the chair! Kirkland grabs him in a front facelock, yelling out to the crowd and then…

Daniels: “KIRKLAND WITH THE KING KRASH!! Small package driver!!”

2!!

3!!!

*ding-ding-ding*

Daniels: “That’s it! ‘The Reaper’ Brian Kirkland successful in his title defense!”

Kirkland nods to Timmons as he starts to make it to his feet, exiting the cage. He retrieves his belt and poses for the cheering fans.

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

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
JUSTIN MARSHAM -vs- ADONIS

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

The usually-restless Philadelphia crowd is silent, waiting for the next competitor to appear. Their curiosity is soon satisfied as the heavy riffs of “Last” by Nine Inch Nails finally obliterate Wachovia Centre. The crowd is cheering as scenes of war and chaos are depicted on the CombatTron before being replaced by one solitary name: MARSHAM.

Jarred Daniels: I have to tell you, William, that I have been extremely impressed with this young man since his debut in CZW.

William Masters: I can’t cheer for this joker! The guy wears a headdress, and it’s just wrong!

Jarred Daniels: That’s waisis.

William Masters: What the hell did you just say?

Jarred Daniels: I just called you a waisis.

William Masters: I’ll have whatever the hell you’re on right now!

The action cuts back to Justin Marsham, who is now standing at the top of the entrance ramp. Blue and white lights are spinning uncontrollably around the entrance before focusing on the physical features of young Marsham. Jessica has the formal ring introduction.

Jessica Towers: This match is scheduled FOR one-fall, introducing first… FROM Fort Wayne, Indiana, weighing in at 219 pounds… He is “The Epitome Of Technical Finesse”… JUSTIN MARRRRRRRRRRRSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!!!

Wachovia Centre is trembling with excitement as Marsham soaks in the crowd adoration before proceeding to the ring and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope unhindered. He paces around the ring a little bit, waiting for his opponent. “Last” slowly fades out as Jarred and William continue to talk.

Jarred Daniels: How can you not be impressed by what Justin Marsham has done so far, William?

William Masters: Because I currently don’t have a boner at the sight of him, unlike you!!!

Jarred Daniels: …

Jarred is about to respond to William’s latest insult at him when “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred blasts through Wachovia Centre, to which fans give a mixed reaction. Marsham can only shake his head in the ring and try not to laugh or vomit as Adonis makes his way out to the entrance ramp, pointing to women and winking at them while mouthing the words to the song.

Jarred Daniels: NOW who’s got the boner, Masters? HUH?

William goes beet-red as Adonis enthusiastically rips his bottoms off to reveal his wrestling attire, to which the (female) fans go wild. Once again, back to Jessica with the in-ring introductions.

Jessica Towers: And introducing his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds… AAAAAAAAAADONIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!

As pink and white strobe lights follow him down to the ring, Adonis gyrates suggestively with the song before climbing over the top rope and into the ring, making sure to give Marsham a full view of his rocket launcher and grenades in the process. Marsham shields his eyes, while Masters appears to have a hungry look in his eyes.

Jarred Daniels: Umm… William… You DO know we have a match to call here, right?

William Masters: *Staring admiringly at Adonis* Uh-huh…

Jarred is about to throw up when the ring bell tolls, and the match starts. After a few minutes, Marsham and Adonis lock up in the middle of the ring, and it is a fairly even match at this point, although Adonis is now starting to use his size to his advantage, powering Justin down to the mat to the point where Marsham needs to take a knee. However, Justin is able to use his other leg to sweep Adonis’ legs out from underneath him, sending the big man crashing to the mat. Marsham slowly gets up to his feet and promptly takes advantage of the fallen Adonis, landing a couple of stomps to the sternum to the delight of the crowd.

Jarred Daniels: Both men trying to make an early statement here, but it looks like Justin Marsham currently has the advantage.

William Masters: Are you kidding? Adonis likes to take it rough to start.

Jarred is doing his best not to laugh at the innuendo that is apparently oblivious to William as the match continues. Adonis has gotten to his feet, but Justin has worked him into a corner, landing plenty of body shots. Marsham attempts an Irish Whip, but Adonis reverses it and quickly chop-blocks Justin, sending him plummeting to the canvas. Adonis attempts to take advantage by going for a pin…

…

Kick-Out by Justin before Darrin’s hand hits the mat for a second time. Adonis just shrugs his shoulders and resumes his attack on Justin, with strikes to the head of Marsham before Powers separates the two combatants. Adonis lets out a primal roar as Marsham slowly regains his footing. As soon as he does, he is hit by a kick to the gut, followed by a German Suplex from Adonis. However, as Adonis completes the Suplex, an odd noise can be heard…

SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!!!

Jarred Daniels: What the hell was that?

William Masters: I don’t know what it was, Jarred, but it sure as hell didn’t sound good. GET UP, ADONIS!!! FOR ME!!!

Jarred’s jaw drops in William’s direction once more. However, back in the ring, Adonis is struggling to get to his feet, and once he does get to his feet, it appears as though he cannot put any weight on his right leg whatsoever.

Jarred Daniels: It looks like there’s a problem with the right leg of Adonis, William. We may have a serious injury on our hands here.

William Masters: … … NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

William has a breakdown at the announcer’s table, as Jarred now looks absolutely stunned by what he’s seeing beside. Meanwhile, in the ring, Adonis continues to put up a brave fight despite the obvious injury to his leg. He continues to work Justin over with his fists, but he is unable to perform any power maneuvers due to only having one leg to stand on. Justin is able to turn the momentum around when Adonis attempts to Irish Whip him into the ropes. Adonis cannot put any power behind the attack, and he crumples to the ground. Marsham takes the opportunity to hit a Curb Stomp on Adonis before going for a cover…

…

SOMEHOW, Adonis is able to kick out of the pinning predicament, even while working injured. Justin applies an Octopus Stretch on Adonis, who is screaming in agony due to the fact that Marsham is wrenching back on his injured leg. Adonis strikes Marsham with a few elbows to the head in order to release the hold. Adonis eventually goes back on the offensive, hitting Justin with a Spike DDT from out of nowhere! He goes for the pin…

…

3-KICKOUT by Marsham before Darrin counts the three. Adonis is in pain, and is now trying to argue the point with Darrin that he should have gotten the three count. Justin attempts to take advantage, but Adonis becomes aware of Justin’s presence, turns around and nails him with a closed fist, effectively dropping him. Adonis attempts to go for a pin, but Marsham is able to roll away from Adonis, and as Adonis attempts to get back to his feet…

Jarred Daniels: ENZUIGIRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

William Masters: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THIS ISN’T FAIR, ADONIS IS HURT!!!

Adonis crumples to the canvas once more, and Marsham attempts to take advantage by going for another pin…

…

3!!!

--NO, KICKOUT!!!

Jarred Daniels: What an incredible display of guts by Adonis, sticking this match out until the very end!

William Masters: His acts are nothing less than noble, and they bring a tear to my eye just watching him.

Jarred Daniels: Oh, go slit your wrists, you big baby.

In a CZW first, William Masters is left speechless at the announce table, and the action continues in the ring. Adonis and Justin are in a standing slugfest in the middle of the ring, but Justin is starting to use his agility to his advantage against the injured Adonis. Somehow, the big man is able to land a HUGE clothesline on Marsham, sending him flying over the top rope. However, Justin hangs on to the top rope and stays on the apron. He then hops up on to the top rope, leaps…

Jarred Daniels: THAT WAS AMAZING!!!

William Masters: ADONIS, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jarred Daniels: Adonis now has a permanent connection to John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr., as all three have now been victims of an ASSASSINATION!!!

William Masters: *Incredulous look on his face* You heartless prick.

Mercifully, Justin crawls over and makes the cover on Adonis…

…

PINFALL!!!

The ring bell tolls once more, and “Last” once again blasts through Wachovia Centre. The fans are cheering, although Justin does not appear overly happy as his hand is raised by Darrin Powers…

Jessica Towers: Here is your winner… “The Epitome Of Technical Finesse”… JUSTIN MARRRRRRRRRRRSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!!!

Jarred Daniels: We need some help out here for Adonis, somebody call some EMT’s to the ring.

As he says this, a team of paramedics come rushing down to the ring to evaluate Adonis. Justin stays with Adonis until the paramedics arrive in a rare show of respect between opponents. Once the paramedics arrive, Justin takes his leave from the ring, still not quite feeling satisfied by his victory tonight.

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

-=- I QUIT MATCH -=-
"Faithless" MIKE MONROE -vs- "The Real Deal" ROB WRIGHT

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

“In the End” kicks over the PA, and ‘the Real Deal’ Rob Wright hits the stage to a chorus of boos. He swaggers down to ringside with a smug grin on his face, posing to the crowd.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is an ‘I Quit’ match! Making his way to the ring first, hailing from Springfield, Massachusetts, ‘the Real Deal,’ ROB WRIGHT!!”

More boos for ‘the Real Deal,’ who acts like they’re showering him with applause. Suddenly the crowd’s reaction does a 180 as “Almost Easy” hits, and the fans cheer loudly as Mike Monroe makes his way out onto the ramp with a determined look in his eye.

Towers: “And his opponent, from Tiffin, Ohio, ‘Faithless’ MIKE MONROE!!”

More cheers for Mike as he slides into the ring, and he and Rob instantly charge eachother, hitting the mat and brawling relentlessly. Rob gains the upper hand, laying into Monroe with a series of headbutts on the ground. He stands quickly and drives a knee to Monroe’s head. Wright lifts him up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Monroe bounces out and Wright levels him with a stiff lariat! The crowd boos furiously as Wright poses, then grabs Mike’s arm, locking in a triangle choke! He yells for him to quit, and the referee is there with the microphone!

Monroe: “NO WAY!!”

Eventually, Monroe is able to pry himself free of the hold, but Rob still maintains an armbar. Rob pulls him in, going for a short-arm clothesline, but Monroe ducks, grabbing Wright by the head and falling down with a snap neckbreaker! Monroe lifts Wright up and pushes him into the corner, kicking away at his midsection. He nails ‘the Real Deal’ with a spinning backfist and then moves away, charging in and driving his foot to Rob’s face with a Yakuza kick!! Monroe snap-mares Wright down and locks in a dragon sleeper!! The ref asks Rob if he quits!!

Wright: “…..NO!!”

Wright flings a knee up, catching Monroe off guard and breaking the hold instantly. He staggers and comes back at Wright, but gets caught with a boot to the gut! Powerbomb!! Wasting no time, Wright locks in the figure four!! Once again, the referee checks on Monroe! He refuses to quit, and eventually rolls the hold over! Wright winces in pain and works to break free of the hold. Both men stand slowly and Mike reacts first, grabbing Wright and planting him with a straight-jacket powerbomb!! Monroe moves out onto the apron. Rob stands groggily, and Monroe leaps, going for Shock Trauma!! Rob lunges forward, spearing him out of midair!! Both men lie groggy on the mat for a few moments before working to their feet. Rob moves first, kicking Mike with a stiff shot to the side of the head, spinning him around against the ropes. Rob pulls him back, setting him up for the ‘No Laughing Matter!’ Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mike spins out of it, whirling around and taking Wright down with the BURN NOTICE!!

Wright is in extreme pain, and the referee holds the mic down to his mouth!

Wright: “…N….NOOO!!”

Mike wrenches back with all his might, screaming! Rob screams as well, frantically trying to break free, but unable!

Wright: “I…..I…..”

Gathering all the strength he can possibly muster, Mike torques the hold, yelling at Rob.

Wright: “I….QUIT!!”

The bell rings and Mike holds on for a couple more seconds. The referee has to shove him pretty hard to get him to break the hold. “Almost Easy” plays once again as Mike stands, celebrating his victory with a wild look in his eyes, completely psyched for his win!

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, ‘Faithless’ MIKE MONROE!!”

The referee checks on Rob Wright as Mike leaves the ring, celebrating with some of the fans at ringside before heading to the back.

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

-=- CZW WORLD TELEVISION TITLE MATCH -=-
JERAN "J-Ra" HUDSON -vs- "The Human Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM (c)

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

*DING DING*

- Both men begin to circle the ring, the fans gaining more and more velocity in their cheers as time goes on. Jeran stares at Eric with his beady eyes, Eric does the same, both waiting for their first move. Eric goes to lock up but Jeran cowardly kicks him in the gut, then hit’s a following European Uppercut as Eric stumbles back. Jeran now hits another, then another, three vicious uppercut as Eric drops to his knees. Jeran picks him back up by his throat as he hisses, staring a hole through his opponent, the fans booing both men’s every move, Jeran then hit’s a final fourth uppercut which sends Eric reeling, dropping to the canvas and rolling under the ropes.

DANIELS: Eric looking stunned early on here, needing to take a break.

MASTERS: Isn’t Jeran just impressive, and now psyching his opponent out, signaling he will wear the TV Title.

DANIELS: Eric must have seen it and heard it all before, he knows what he is doing.

- Eric climbs back in cautiously as the referee holds Jeran back. Eric and Jeran now square back up again. Eric holds his jaw as a sign of blood appears from his lip. Jeran goes to lock up now but Eric does almost exactly the same move Jeran did, kicking him in the gut, Eric then with a jumping axe kick across the back of Jeran’s head. Eric stands Jeran back up as he whips him in the chest, Jeran unable to breathe for a few seconds, Eric then Irish whips him to the ropes, Jeran bounces back, Eric connects with an athletic drop kick.

DANIELS: The match can certainly swing around in a blink of an eye when watching the Highlight Reel perform.

MASTERS: And look at him, now posing to the floored Jeran, what is he playing at?!

DANIELS: Erm William, didn’t you call it mind games?

MASTERS: I call it wasting time, shut up Jarred.

Jeran dives up off the ground making a quick lunge attack at Eric, however Collum reaction speed is outstanding, hitting Jeran with a drop toe hold, Jeran lands hanging on the bottom rope. Eric then climbs onto the apron as he runs at Jeran, hitting a vicious drop kick right into the side of Jeran’s head.

MASTERS: Mind the face!

DANIELS: I think Eric is prepared to do almost anything to defend his Title, not only for himself but also his team.

Eric now climbs to the top rope as Jeran stands back up, hardly being able to see as Eric flies off…

DANIELS: FLYING BODY PRESS…

MASTERS: OH MY GOD! JERAN JUST COUNTERED WITH A DROPKICK IN MID-AIR!

Eric fumbles to the ground in serious pain, grabbing his ribs, Jeran managing to counter his aerial attack. Jeran gets up now, incensed on hurting Eric. He begins by hitting calculated stomps to the body, then drops an elbow purposely on the injured ribcage. Jeran then finishes it off by driving his boot into the ribs with a punt kick.

MASTERS: De ja vu Jarred, Jeran doing exactly what he did to Marsham last week, finding a weakness and picking it apart.

DANIELS: He seems to be a dangerous individual.

Jeran now picks up Eric who can hardly stand, scrounging over to hold his ribs, Jeran picks him up and hit’s a rib breaker, then covering…

KICKOUT!

Jeran, almost expecting the kickout get straight back up, and begins to stomp Eric down again.

MASTERS: Collum isn’t even being left any room to breathe, another master class by the Future of CZW!

Jeran goes for another quick cover but Eric kicks out straight away. Jeran now lifts Eric up by his jaw, then hit’s a judged elbow into the face, busting his lip up further, Jeran then Irish whips Eric to the ropes, Eric clearly unable to use his quickness, but manages to pull off a Running Headscissors out of no where. Jeran gets back up as Eric is there waiting, going for another dropkick, however Jeran intelligently back up, allowing Eric to miss and land on his injured ribs.

MASTERS: What great awareness shown by Hudson.

DANIELS: Eric seems unable to mount any substantial attack here.

Jeran now runs and makes a quick roll up…

KICKOUT!

Eric kicks out again. Jeran though once again foresees this and waits for him to rise. Eric turns around…

MASTERS: RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY…AND ERIC GOES FLYING!

DANIELS: And I’m not sure if the blood coming from his mouth is from his lip or now in fact internal bleeding!

Jeran begins to slow matters down as he walks around the ring, soaking up all the boos from the aggressive crowd. Jeran then places his foot on the stomach of Collum to get a cover but mainly impose more hatred for himself. Eric kicks out straight away.

DANIELS: What that really a serious cover?!

MASTERS: He has Eric dominated, he is just playing with the champ.

DANIELS: Well in my memory, you don’t play with the TV Champion, he is so resilient, he could quickly turn this match right around.

Jeran picks Eric up but Eric explodes with lefts and rights, Eric then throws a huge right fist but Jeran ducks, then from behind hit’s an inverted headlock backbreaker.

MASTERS: But not this time Jarred…and he covers!

KICKOUT!

Jeran is now beginning to gain frustration as his pin attempts are not working. Jeran almost throws Eric up onto a vertical base, then drives him into the corner, hitting him with shoulder thrusts, each one affecting Eric more and more, blood dripping down form his mouth. Jeran hit’s another European Uppercut, then sets him up as he Irish whips him hard into the opposite corner, Eric almost flies over the turnbuckle, but lands back in the ring as he stumbles around, letting Jeran charge at him…

MASTERS: Jeran could finish it here…he is like a bull…

DANIELS: BUT HE MISSES…ERIC DUCKS…JERAN CRASHES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!

The fans begin to make loud cheers and boos, mixed reactions for these two men. Eric manages to breath as Jeran is almost stuck perfectly still in the corner post. Eric manages to gain enough strength to make his way up and grabs Ra from behind…

DANIELS: AMAZING…GERMAN SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE PIN!

MASTERS: I’m surprised he could do that with all the punishment he has received!

DANIELS: NO…JERAN KICKS OUT JUST BARELY!

MASTERS: MY HEART JUST STOPPED!

Eric gets back up, running off towards the ropes, clearly in pain still but manages to springboard off the ropes and land an elbow drop on Jeran. Eric then gets back up, lifting Jeran up as he whips him in the chest then again, then a kick to the gut, Eric then hit’s a Twist of Fate out of no where…

DANIELS: The momentum is swinging Eric’s way now and his quick pace action seems to be effective.

MASTERS: He may have an adrenaline boost right now but the damage Jeran caused on him earlier will come back to haunt Eric!

DANIELS: Who knows, but Eric is thinking of finishing it now…

Eric climbs to the top rope as fans begin to climb off their chairs, anticipating flying. Jeran is down on the canvas, but suddenly like a cat he shoots up and trips Eric, making him land groin first on the top rope.

MASTERS: Never count the Future out Jarred.

DANIELS: I never counted him out, and now he is going for this disgusting move.

MASTERS: Eric, prepare for a concussion.

Jeran grabs Eric’s head and leans him on the top rope, before crashing him down with an Elevated Spike DDT!

MASTERS: This has to be it…

MASTERS: HOLY CRAP NO…HE KICKS OUT!

DANIELS: HOW IN THE HELL?!

Jeran bashes his fists down on the ring, now clearly frustrated. Jeran now backs up as he anticipates the rise of Collum. Jeran is puffing and panting, hissing and eyeing up Collum. As Collum rises, Jeran flies in like a shark smelling blood…

DANIELS: WATCH OUT!

MASTERS: OUCH!

Jeran misses as Eric wisely rolls out of the ring, Jeran getting stuck in the middle rope groin first. Eric climbs up with momentum back on his side now, launches himself up and off the top rope and hit’s a Corkscrew Dropkick. Jeran gets thrown from the impact into the middle of the ring, Eric climbing up onto the top rope again.

DANIELS: Maybe this time William…

MASTERS: MOVE!

Eric flies…

AERIAL REVOLUTION CONNECTS!

DANIELS: No body kicks out form this…

DANIELS: Pinfall, and what an impressive match.

MASTERS: Damn. Eric’s team getting the one up over the System! I hope poor Mr. Montana wasn’t watching.

DANIELS: Jeran was impressive, but in the end, Collum is possibly the greatest TV Champion in CZW history.

Eric leaves clutching his belt and wiping the blood from his mouth. Jeran is left in the ring, staring a hole through everyone involved.

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

-=- CZW X-DIVISION TITLE FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH -=-
BRIAN BLAZE -vs- KRIMZON BLAZE -vs- KRIS KASH -vs- EDDIE ROWAN (c)

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

Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall and it is for the CZW X Title.

“King Kong” by Sean Price floods the arena as Kris Kash makes his way down to the ring, he climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd.

“Let Me Entertain You” by Robbie Williams plays over the speakers as Brian Blaze makes his way out to the ring. Kash gets out of the ring to give Brian Blaze his time as the fans all boo him.

"HEADSTRONG" by Trapt hits the P.A. system as Krimzon Blaze makes his way out to the ring, the fans all chanting his name.

Finally, as the fans go nuts, “Doomsday Clock" by Smashing Pumpkins blares over the speakers and the fans continue to show their support for the X Champ as Eddie Rowan runs down to the ring and slides in. He climbs the turnbuckle and holds up the X Title high in the air. All four men surround each other as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins.

All four men circle each other, Kash grabs Eddie and Irish whips him into the corner then runs toward Eddie but Eddie springboards off the turnbuckle and nails Kash with a whisper in the wind. Meanwhile, KB goes for a kick to the midsection to BB but BB grabs his foot but then KB nails BB with an enzugiri, sending BB down to the mat and KB goes for the cover…

EDDIE STOMPS ON KB FOR THE SAVE!!!

Kash runs up behind Eddie and hits a running bulldog; KB then grabs Kash and throws him to the outside of the ring. KB is standing by the ropes, leaning over and talking trash to Kash as BB runs up on KB and drop kicks him to the outside as well. Eddie then returns the favor by tossing BB to the outside as well. BB, KB and Kash begin exchanging punches on the outside of the ring when Eddie climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off; he hits all three men with moonsault.

Daniels: OH MY GOD! This match has only just begun and already it has become insane.

Masters: Eddie Rowan is showing exactly why he has become the most successful champion in CZW history.

Eddie grabs BB as KB grabs Kash and they both launch them into the steel steps. Eddie and KB look at each other as they run toward the two men and nail them with a drop kick, BB and Kash are now writhing in pain. Eddie and KB throw Kash and BB into the ring. Eddie slides into the ring, grabs Kash and throws him into the corner, Eddie then climbs on top of Kash and begins punching him in the face as the crowd begins to count.

“ONE”

“TWO”

“THREE”

“FOUR”

“FIVE”

“SIX”

“SEVEN”

“EIGHT”

BB runs up behind Eddie, hooks him and nails him with a power bomb, Eddie hits the matt hard as BB goes for the cover.

KASH WITH AN ELBOW DROP ON TOP OF BB FOR THE SAVE!!!

Kash turns around only to be greeted by a super kick to the jaw by KB. BB picks up KB and places him upside down on the turnbuckle.

Daniels: Oh no, it’s the tree of woe; this is not going to bode well for KB.

BB runs and nails KB with a baseball slide. Kash goes to the outside of the ring, walks over to the time keeper and takes his chair, Kash slides into the ring, Eddie runs up on Kash and drop kicks the steel chair right into Kash’s face. Meanwhile, BB goes to the outside of the ring, reaches underneath the ring and grabs a table; he sets it up on the outside, BB reaches into the ring and pulls KB out by his legs, and sets Kb on top of the table, Eddie then pulls Kash out and sets him up on the table, on top of KB. BB and Eddie look at each other and both give the nod. Eddie and BB slide into the ring, climb opposite turnbuckles. Eddie and BB leap off and both nail KB and Kash with a leg drop right through the table.

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

Daniels: OH MY GOD! KB and Kash crashing through that table courtesy of Eddie Rowan and Brian Blaze.

BB gets back to his feet and begins posing for the crowd, Eddie runs up behind BB and nails him with a running bulldog, sending BB’s head into the security railing. BB hits the ground hard, Eddie climbs up on the apron as BB jumps up on the security railing, Eddie doesn’t see him as he leaps off, BB jumps off as soon as Eddie is in position…

BLAZING ARROW IN MID AIR!!!

Crowd: “C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!! C Z DUBB!!!”

Eddie hits the ground, hard, he is rolling around on the ground, clutching his face in pain. KB gets back to his feet, he sneaks up behind BB and throws him into the ring, Kb grabs a chair from underneath the ring then slides in the ring. KB throws BB into the corner and stomps him until he falls to the ground, in the corner. KB places the chair in front of BB, then walks over to the corner to the right, climbs the turnbuckle, KB jumps off as far as he can….

KB WITH THE VAN-TERMINATOR ON BB!!!!!!

Daniels: These men are going to kill each other, this is the sickest display of arsenal I have ever seen.

Masters: Jarred, have you forgotten where we are? This is CZW, anything and everything goes.

KB goes for the cover…

NO, EDDIE ROWAN PULLS THE REFREE OUT OF THE RING FOR THE SAVE!!!

Eddie then slides back into the ring, grabs the chair and tosses it at KB, KB catches it and THWACK! Eddie nails KB with the Van-Daminator. Kash is finally back to his feet on the outside; he shakes off the pain and then grabs a ladder from underneath the ring and slides it into the ring. Kash slides into the ring and sets the ladder up in the corner, Kash turns around bun then gets speared right into the ladder. BB gets back to his feet, he backs up as KB starts to get up, as well.

THWACK!!!!

BB NAILS KB WITH THE BLAZING ARROW!!!

Kb is knocked out cold, BB goes for the cover but Kash grabs BB and locks in the Money Clip…

Daniels: OH THAT’S GOT TO BE IT, THE MONEY CLIP, HE MAY TAP RIGHT HERE!!

Eddie sees what is going on and he hits Kash with a bulldog, Eddie drop kicks KB to the outside then throws BB to the outside as well. BB and KB lay helplessly on the outside of the ring, both men are out cold. Eddie sets up the ladder then begins stomping Kash just to make sure he won’t get up. Eddie climbs the ladder; he stands at the very top of the ladder and signals to the crowd as they all chant his name.

Crowd: “EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!”

Eddie jumps off the ladder

ST. EDWARDS FALL FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!

Eddie covers Kash for the pin…

3!!!!!

Jessica Towers: Here is your winner….AND STILL CZW X CHAMPION……EDDIE ROWAN!!!!

Eddie climbs back up the ladder and holds the X Title high in the air. KB slides back in the ring as Eddie gets down from the ladder and both men embrace in a handshake and a hug out of pure respect.

Daniels: What an intense match up!

Masters: It had it moments, Daniels. But somehow it feels as though it’s missing something. Where was the “oomph” in the match?

Suddenly, “Pet” by A Perfect Circle airs, the audience immediately turning focus to the ramp as Maynard O’Toole, “Bad Ass” Mat Covey, and Alan Fiscus, wearing a special boot over his broken ankle, make their way towards the ring. They grin malevolently, looks of malice upon their face.

Masters: Oh, here’s the “oomph”. My bad.

Daniels: what the hell are they doing out here? The match is over, and this can’t be good for Eddie Rowan.

The crowd boos as the men enter the ring, Fiscus and O’Toole carefully stepping over the fallen bodies, while Matt just steps on the bodies. They peer down at Rowan who notices them through his tired eyes. He crawls back into a corner, grasping for the top rope as he tries to pull himself to his feet. Maynard approaches him first, putting a hand around Rowan’s throat, mouthing unheard words at the defenseless man. Krimzon Blaze forces himself up, trying to climb up Maynard’s back to stand, but Matt intercepts with a kick of his steel toe boot into Krimzon’s ribs, sending him back down to the mat. While Maynard continues doing what appears to be trash talking to Rowan, Matt and Alan turn their attention to the rest of the bodies. Matt lifts Brian Blaze to his feet and effortlessly clotheslines him over the ropes, sending the second Blaze sprawling out onto the arena floor as the fans continue to boo the uncalled for assault.

Daniels: Oh no, it looks like everybody’s going to get a piece here tonight. This disgusts me. What are they trying to prove, attacking four men who have just laid everything they had on the line?

Masters: I have no idea what you’re talking about Daniels. These guys are clearly marking their territory. And I like it!

Alan grins and speaks something unheard to Matt, pointing out Kris Kash on the mat. Matt nods and kicks Kash over onto his stomach before sitting on his back, holding his face up. Alan lines up and delivers a stiff punt kick to Kash’s face with his special boot! The crowd cringes at the sight as Alan laughs maniacally at the act. Matt stands again and kicks Kash, rolling him out of the ring as medics begin to storm the arena, checking on Kash and Brian Blaze. They try to get in the ring to aid Krimzon as well, but Matt starts punching any one of them that gets near. Fiscus swings a crutch, taking out another medic as it bends across the man’s throat. Maynard turns to see the action and then calls out for Krimzon Blaze. Matt lifts Krimzon off the ground and holds him steadily from behind, an arm wrapped around the throat of KB. Fiscus grins, waiting for the pummeling to begin. Maynard releases Rowan’s throat and turns to Blaze, driving a stiff right into his face.

Daniels: This is too much! They’re attacking tired men, medics, and Krimzon is still suffering inside the ring!

Masters: But at least Rowan is free, right? Hey, where’s he going?

Rowan took the chance to escape the ring. He move Jessica Towers out of the way and takes the steel chair she was sitting in. He slides back into the ring, Matt and Fiscus notice and quickly retreating from the ring. Somehow Krimzon is still standing but completely out of it as his legs wobble beneath his weight. Maynard turns around to find Rowan wielding the steel chair. Maynard quickly throws his hands up, trying to calm Rowan down. But it’s to no avail as Rowan rears back and swings the steel chair…

HITTING KRIMZON BLAZE!!!

Daniels: What the hell?!? Rowan just nailed the wrong man!

Masters: Give him some credit, Daniels. He’s obviously tired and probably has double vision at the moment.

Rowan suddenly smiles as does Maynard, the two of them embracing in a hug. Matt and Alan return to the ring, laughing as the each take a turn shaking Rowan’s hand. Maynard takes the chair from Rowan, Matt picks up Blaze and holds him on his feet once more, and Fiscus points to the turnbuckle. Rowan grins as the fans suddenly realize they’ve been had. Booing louder than ever before, Rowan flips the crowd off, ascending the turnbuckle. Maynard holds the steel chair out in front of Krimzon Blaze’s face as Eddie Rowan sails of the top rope with a shooting star press into a dropkick, driving the steel chair directly into Krimzon Blaze’s face! Mayn helps Rowan back up and hoists his hand high into the air with one hand and hoisting Alan’s high into the air with his other hand. They turn and call to Matt who seems preoccupied kicking Blaze out of the ring. But finally, he comes over to the group and grabbing Alan’s free hand, raises his into the air also, the crowd beginning to throw cups and trash into the ring as the four men grin.

Daniels: I can’t believe this! Rowan has turned his back on these fans and his morals!

Masters: Please, Daniels. Turned his back on the fans? I don’t recall them lifting one finger to help him out in the past, and they certainly haven’t done anything to help him here tonight! I say screw the fans and Rowan has made the right decision!

Medics tend to Krimzon Blaze as the four men make their way to the back, ignoring the mass hysteria this recent turn of events has created throughout the arena.

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

-=- CZW GLOBAL TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH -=-
BIG NASTY & J.A. SAWYER -vs- "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY (c)

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

A video of various clips of heavy machinery and work vehicles shows on the Combat tron, followed by the words “The Working Man” as “Blue Collar Man” by Styx hits the P.A. system. J.A. Sawyer emerges from behind the curtain and walks purposefully to the ring, shaking the hands of fans as he goes.

Jessica Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a two-on-one handicap match scheduled for one fall, and is for the CZW Global Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, from Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighing in at 270 pounds...“The Working Man,” J.A. SAWYER!

Sawyer circles ringside, then climbs into the ring and makes his way to the nearest corner. He climbs to the second rope and acknowledges the fans as they continue to cheer loudly for him. He climbs down and waits in the middle of the ring as the music dies down.

“Swagga Like Us” by T.I. and Jay-Z hits the P.A. system and Big Nasty walks out onto the stage to a big 'pop' from the crowd.

Jessica Towers: And his tag team partner, from South Beach, Florida...weighing in at 295 pounds...BIG..NASTY!

Big Nasty makes his way down to the ring and climbs the steel steps onto the ring apron before stepping over the top rope into the ring. He throws his hands up to feed the fans' cheers and unites with his tag team partner in the middle of the ring.

“Puritania” by Dimmu Borgir blares over the speakers and the crowd's reaction quickly turns to hate. Matt Covey walks out onto the stage, with one of the tag titles around his waist, the other in one hand and carrying a lead pipe in the other hand as the fans continue to boo. He looks around at the crowd with a disgusted look on his face before turning and pointing back to the curtain with the pipe. Alan Fiscus walks out onto the stage without crutches, and instead is wearing a protective boot cast. The fans boo even louder as the Global Tag Team Champions walk down to the ring.

Jessica Towers: And their opponent, the man who currently holds both Global Tag Team Titles, being accompanied by Alan Fiscus...weighing in at 225 pounds...“Bad Ass” MATT COVEY!

Jarred Daniels: Come on, what kind of man brings a weapon to the ring?

William Masters: I like to think of it as an “equalizer.”

Big Nasty and J.A. Sawyer have climbed out of the ring, allowing the tag champs to have their moment in the spotlight. Matt Covey climbs the steel stairs and steps into the ring while Fiscus takes his place at ringside. The referee takes the tag team titles from Covey and holds them up in the air before handing them to the time keeper and calling for Big Nasty and J.A. Sawyer to get in the ring as the music dies down.

Jarred Daniels: Well, Matt Covey may have his hands full tonight defending two titles against Big Nasty and “The Working Man,” J.A. Sawyer.

William Masters: Not only does he have to defend two titles, but one of them doesn't rightfully belong to him! He'd better not lose this match, for his sake.

Jarred Daniels: Well, technically, he won the Global Tag Titles without Alan Fiscus, so they both belong to him.

William Masters: And technically, you're an idiot, but we don't talk about that in front of you.

Matt Covey stands in the center of the ring, holding the lead pipe, daring his two opponents to enter his yard. Big Nasty tries to sneak around one side as Sawyer distracts Matt, but Covey turns and chases Nasty away from the ropes, swinging the pipe in the hopes of making contact with something. The referee pleads with him to drop the pipe, but Covey simply raises the weapon in a threatening manner and the referee cowers and stumbles backward. Sawyer seems a bit hesitant to climb into the ring with the madman, and is standing at the base of the ramp shouting into the ring. Big Nasty, however, makes another attempt at gaining access to the ring. While Covey is arguing with the referee who was finally able to snatch his pipe, Nasty sneaks up to the side of the ring behind Covey. Matt turns around and notices Big Nasty, and the big man tries to run away, but Alan Fiscus is there to hit him in the back of the head and roll him halfway into the ring! Matt Covey quickly reaches down, grabbing Big Nasty by the hair and dragging him the rest of the way into the ring and the referee signals for the bell to start the match.

Jarred Daniels: And finally this match can get under way. You would think Covey was scared of facing both Big Nasty and Sawyer.

William Masters: Blasphemy. “Bad Ass” isn't scared of anything, and you're damn lucky he didn't hear what you just said.

Covey whips Nasty into the ropes, and meets the big man with a hard clothesline as he rebounds back toward him. Matt then mounts Big Nasty and begins raining down hard lefts and rights to the face. The referee tries to get in the middle of it, but Covey simply shoves him away with one hand and continues wailing on Big Nasty. Sawyer takes matters into his own hands by stepping into the ring and running over and clubbing Covey in the back of the head, allowing his partner a chance to regain his composure. The referee restrains Sawyer, forcing him back to the corner and yelling at him to exit the ring.

Jarred Daniels: Well, that's an advantage that Matt Covey certainly doesn't have in this match, and that is a partner to have your back when you need him.

William Masters: What are you talking about? You need to take a couple days off, go get your eyes checked or something. Do you not see the “One Man Riot” at ringside with Covey? That's also the man to whom one of those belts RIGHTFULLY, not technically, belongs.

Jarred Daniels: That is true I guess. Alan Fiscus has already proven himself useful, specifically by interfering in matches he's not a part of.

William Masters: Oh, now what are you on about?

Jarred Daniels: I'm referring to him hitting Grantham over the head with a crutch to cost him and Collum their tag match last week.

William Masters: He did what had to be done to teach those punks some manners, end of story.

In the meantime, Big Nasty has made it back to his feet and nailed Matt Covey with a sucker punch to the jaw. The punch catches Covey off-guard and Big Nasty is able to back him into the corner. He whips Covey across the ring and “Bad Ass” lands hard back first in the opposite corner. Nasty wastes no time and takes off running right behind Covey and is there to nail him with a big turnbuckle splash, taking the breath from Matt Covey. As Matt stumbles forward out of the corner, Big Nasty catches him in an embrace and lifts him off his feet with a bear hug. He wrenches the hold on tighter while Covey's face twists in pain. The referee is in Matt's face, asking if he would like to give in, but Covey shouts at him to leave him alone. He puts the palm of one hand in the face of Big Nasty and pushes back, allowing himself a little bit of room to use his other arm for a hard forearm shot to the side of Big Nasty's head. It's not enough to break the hold, so Covey throws another, and another, and another. On the fourth shot, Big Nasty finally releases the hold and Covey drops to his feet. He takes advantage of Big Nasty's shock by throwing a few quick jabs to the face. Covey kicks Nasty in the gut before running and bouncing off the ropes, coming back with a swinging neckbreaker. Big Nasty attempts to climb to his feet but is met with a hard boot to the back of the head as Covey stomps him back down to the mat. He then mounts Big Nasty's back and begins choking him out with a camel clutch.

Jarred Daniels: The tables have certainly turned now in the favor of the man without a partner.

William Masters: Never underestimate a Covey.

Covey can be heard screaming down at Big Nasty, asking, “How do you like it?!” The referee is on his hands and knees, waiting for Big Nasty to say he's had enough. Before that chance ever presents itself, J.A. Sawyer steps into the ring and runs toward his partner. Matt Covey sees him coming and releases the hold in time to meet Sawyer with a hard right to the jaw. Covey and Sawyer trade punches back into the corner until Big Nasty comes from behind and clubs Covey in the back of the neck. Nasty spins him around and nails him with a snap suplex, moving the fight out of the corner. The referee again forces Sawyer outside as Big Nasty continues the offense by grabbing the legs of Matt Covey and attempting to lock in a sharpshooter. Covey telegraphs the move and kicks Big Nasty right in the face, allowing himself time to make it back to his feet. He runs toward Big Nasty, who attempts a big boot. Covey ducks and bounces off the ropes, but he is met with a hard spinebuster from Big Nasty. Nasty picks Covey up and backs him into his tag corner. He tags in Sawyer, and while Covey is slumped down a bit in the corner, J.A. hits him in the back of the head with a headbutt before climbing into the ring.

Jarred Daniels: And now J.A. Sawyer gets a legal shot at Matt Covey in this match, as he is tagged in for the first time by Big Nasty.

William Masters: The key word there is “legal.”

Jarred Daniels: So you're telling me that Alan Fiscus wouldn't run into the ring to help out his partner when he's not the legal man, or even when he's not in the match?

William Masters: What? He's not doing anything! Look at him, he's just cheering on his tag team partner.

Jarred Daniels: Yeah, well, we'll see.

As Covey was caught off-guard with the headbutt to the back of his head, it gives Sawyer an opening to nail a belly-to-belly suplex. He walks over to Covey and quickly hits him with a leg drop before attempting the first pinfall of the match.

-Kickout!

Jarred Daniels: Covey gets the shoulder up shortly after the two-count.

William Masters: It's gonna take a whole lot more than that to put away Matt Covey.

J.A. stands up and drops another leg drop, then stands back up and drops yet another. He stands back up and quickly grabs Covey's legs and rolls him over into a Boston crab. He wrenches back on the hold as Covey screams out in pain. Covey crawls toward the ropes but is only able to move a couple of inches from his place in the middle of the ring. The referee is keeping his distance this time, although still making sure Covey knows he has the option of tapping out. The referee is then distracted by the sight of Alan Fiscus climbing up onto the ring apron on one knee, attempting to get inside the ring. While the referee urges Fiscus back down to the floor, Big Nasty runs in and begins stomping on the back of Matt Covey.

William Masters: See, would you look at that? Fiscus isn't even allowed in the ring, but Big Nasty can come in illegally and attack the legal man? That's garbage.

Jarred Daniels: Alan Fiscus isn't even a part of the match!

William Masters: No, but he IS a part of the tag team champions, and he's just trying to protect what's his.

J.A. has released the hold and now joins his tag team partner in stomping on the back of Matt Covey. Seeing that the submission hold has been released, Fiscus backs down and yells at the referee to stop the double-team. The referee turns around in time to see Big Nasty stepping back out of the ring and runs over to yell at him. Meanwhile, Sawyer has climbed to the second turnbuckle.

Jarred Daniels: Matt Covey's back has got to be killing him by now after both a Boston crab and a bearhug, and now Sawyer is going to set him up to put him away!

William Masters: It's not gonna happen.

Covey makes it to his hands and knees, favoring his back. Sawyer jumps from the second turnbuckle and nails The Staple Gun! He catches Covey with a fist right to the back of the head, sending him back down to the mat. Rather than go for another pin, he now climbs to the top rope. As Covey rolls over onto his back, Sawyer leaps off the top rope with The Wrecking Ball! He goes for the pin...

Kickout!

William Masters: HA! I told you it would take more than that to put away the “Bad Ass.”

Jarred Daniels: Well Sawyer hit two of his signature moves on Covey, and that still wasn't enough. Matt Covey has no intentions of going down without a fight.

Frustrated that Covey was able to get his shoulder up before the three count, Sawyer climbs to his feet and brings Matt with him. He whips Matt into his corner and runs and nails him with a body splash. He tags in Big Nasty, who climbs into the ring and continues the damage on Matt Covey. Big Nasty pulls Matt Covey out of the corner and kicks him in the gut before lifting him up and hitting not one, not two, but three powerbombs in succession! He rolls Covey over onto his stomach and locks in the Legendary Hold!

Jarred Daniels: That's got to be it! Covey's back has been targeted through the whole match, and now this just adds more damage!

Matt screams out in pain, but refuses to tap out. The referee is too busy tending to Covey to realize that Alan Fiscus has moved around to the outside of the ring behind Big Nasty, grabbed Covey's foot, and placed it on the bottom rope! Alan catches the referee's attention and points out the rope break and the referee in turn forces Big Nasty to break the hold.

William Masters: I told you Fiscus was a valuable asset to have at ringside with you!

Jarred Daniels: Give me a break, he's cheating!

William Masters: All's fair in love and war, Daniels.

Meanwhile, J.A. Sawyer has climbed down from the ring apron and is moving around toward Alan Fiscus' position. Fiscus picks up the lead pipe that Covey had earlier and dares Sawyer to keep coming.

William Masters: And now I hope he teaches Sawyer a lesson to mind his own business and stay out of O.M.R.'s way.

The referee leans outside between the top and bottom ropes and attempts to restore order outside the ring, yelling for Sawyer to get back in his corner and Fiscus to drop the lead pipe. Fiscus brandishes the pipe at the referee and scares him back into the ring just as Big Nasty hits Covey with a Nasty Bomb! He goes for the pin...

3! NO KICKOUT!!!

Jarred Daniels: Matt Covey STILL refuses to go down!

William Masters: This match means more to him than you know.

Big Nasty is astonished that Matt Covey continues to accept defeat. He picks Covey up and sets him up one more time for a Nasty Bomb.

Jarred Daniels: Well, nevermind how much it matters, this thing may be over right here.

Alan Fiscus slides the lead pipe into the ring through Big Nasty's legs and then quickly grabs Nasty's ankle as to create a distraction. Nasty releases Covey and turns to deal with Fiscus, as does the referee. Meanwhile, Matt Covey picks up the lead pipe. Sawyer sees it and runs into the ring but is met with a hard shot to the gut from the end of the pipe, courtesy of Matt Covey! And now a shot to the back of the neck! J.A. drops to the mat and rolls around in the corner, holding the back of his head.

Jarred Daniels: Dammit! Alan Fiscus' interference continues to screw people over!

William Masters: Christ, how many times do we have to go over this? That's his tag team partner and his tag team title, he's not gonna let this one end like that.

Big Nasty sees that the referee is dealing with Fiscus, so he turns around and is met with a lead pipe swung like a baseball bat from Matt Covey right to the gut! Covey drops the pipe and sets Nasty up and hits him with the Blowing Out Your Brains! The referee feels the ring shake and turns around to see Matt Covey attempting a pinfall on Big Nasty...

Sawyer breaks it up!!

Jarred Daniels: Well, a lot of good it does him because in the end, Big Nasty still has a legal partner in this matchup.

Covey jumps to his feet and begins brawling with J.A. Sawyer. Covey gets the best of Sawyer and hits him with a clothesline, spilling him over the ropes and onto the floor outside right in front of Alan Fiscus. Fiscus takes advantage by kicking Sawyer right in the face with that boot cast! J.A. Sawyer is out cold outside the ring!

Jarred Daniels: Dammit all to hell! Alan Fiscus may have just caused Nasty and Sawyer the tag titles!

William Masters: Alan Fiscus can do whatever he wants, you leave Alan Fiscus to be Alan Fiscus!

Matt Covey has now turned his attention to Big Nasty. Nasty has crawled up in the corner and is now being met by a succession of hard boots from Matt Covey. Covey sees the pipe laying in another corner that he had dropped before and goes to pick it up. The referee is arguing with him, pleading him not to use it. Meanwhile, Alan Fiscus has rolled into the ring just behind Big Nasty as he makes it to his feet.

Jarred Daniels: Here we go again, get that madman out of the ring!

William Masters: Are you gonna do it?

Jarred Daniels: No, but--

William Masters: Then shut up.

Big Nasty goes to take a step toward the referee and Matt Covey but is stopped dead in his tracks as Alan Fiscus kicks him in the groin from behind with the boot cast and Nasty doubles over!

Jarred Daniels: This is getting ridiculous! Damn that Alan Fiscus!

William Masters: No, this is getting good. Finally the odds have been evened up.

As Alan Fiscus rolls back out of the ring, Matt Covey shoves the referee to the side, letting him have the lead pipe. He runs over and takes advantage of the ailing Nasty by hitting him with the Blow It Out Your Ass! He falls over him for the pin...

3!!!!!

The referee calls for the bell and “Puritania” hits the P.A. system. J.A. Sawyer had entered the ring at the last second, but was too late to break up the pin attempt again. Covey makes it to his feet and reunites with Fiscus and the tag titles in the corner of the ring as Sawyer tends to his fallen comrade.

Jarred Daniels: I can't believe this. For the second week in a row, Alan Fiscus has interfered in a match he wasn't a part of to hand Matt Covey a win on a silver platter!

William Masters: I love it!

The music stops playing as Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus take notice of J.A. Sawyer in the middle of the ring, crouched down over Big Nasty, who has now made it to his knees in an attempt to get up. Covey and Fiscus begin walking slowly toward the two of them. As Sawyer notices, he stands and turns his attention to the tag champs. The referee takes Sawyer's place in tending to Big Nasty and helps him roll out of the ring.

Jarred Daniels: Oh come on, now what?

Without warning, Matt Covey runs toward J.A., swinging his tag title like a lunatic. He hits Sawyer in the head and lays him out on the mat before he and Fiscus begin stomping on J.A. in the middle of the ring. Big Nasty is walking up the ramp with his back toward the action.

William Masters: Big Nasty doesn't even realize that his partner is getting dismantled!

Big Nasty turns around to see Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus stomping a mudhole in his tag team partner, but continues to back his way up the ramp.

Jarred Daniels: What the hell?! Big Nasty saw Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus attacking J.A. Sawyer, but he isn't doing a damn thing about it!

William Masters: He couldn't do a damn thing about it even if he wanted to!

Matt Covey has now once again picked up the lead pipe and is staring at it with his eyes glazed over. Alan Fiscus helps Sawyer to his feet, only to use the boot to kick him in the groin! J.A. falls to his knees and Matt Covey swings the pipe like an ax, hitting Sawyer right on the top of the head!

Jarred Daniels: Good God! Come on, that's enough!

William Masters: Guess he should've been wearing his hard hat! Headache!

J.A. Sawyer is now out cold in the ring, with the referee checking on him and calling for help from the back. Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus stand tall in the middle of the ring, holding the Global Tag Team Championships up in the air for everyone to see.

Jarred Daniels: This is disgusting, they had no business attacking Sawyer like that. Some champions they are.

William Masters: Hey, don't blame them, they were just sending him a message to stay out of their business. If it was as big a deal as you make it out to be, then maybe his tag team partner should've backed him up. Then they could've used him as a martyr as well.

As J.A. is being helped out of the ring by the paramedics, the lights suddenly go out. After a few moments, green strobes begin flashing throughout the arena, revealing Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus alone in the ring with bewildered looks on their faces. Then, the lights go out completely again. After a few moments more, they come back on and a masked figure attired in green and black clothing, resembling that worn by a ninja, stands in the middle of the ring just behind Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus, holding the lead pipe that Covey brought to the ring and used to his advantage throughout and after the match.

Jarred Daniels: Who the hell is that?!

William Masters: I don't know, but I don't like the look of where this is going!

Alan Fiscus turns around and is met with a lead pipe shot to the head! Covey then turns in shock and is hit with a roundhouse kick to the face! Both Alan Fiscus and Matt Covey are out cold in the middle of the ring, with the masked figure standing over them.

Jarred Daniels: Oh my God! That masked man just took out our Global Tag Team Champions!

The lights then go back out. After a few moments, the lights come back on, and the masked figure is gone.

Jarred Daniels: Who the hell was that, and where did he go?

William Masters: I have no idea, but he sneaked in here, took care of business and sneaked back out...that guy's a regular ninja!

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

-=- CZW INTERCONTINENTIAL TITLE FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH -=-
MORTIUS -vs- KARL "The Jackal" JACKSON (c)

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

*DING DING*

DANIELS: Jackal getting a pretty horrific reaction here in Philadelphia tonight, most here may hate Montana but the attack he made on him last week was totally unnecessary. And Mortius is looking to take advantage of Jackal and his group’s obvious desire to dominate CZW, where Jackal has been attacking Montana, Mortius has been scouting!

MASTERS: And it serves Jackal just right if he lets this one slip, it would be considered a major upset here in CZW but I’m not sure he has given Mortius enough credit here, and I was sickened by his attack on the man who gave him his damn job in the first place, Jesse Montana.

DANIELS: Yeah, first time we agree on something William, and I think Mortius agrees too by the way he lunges in and take Jackal down straight away in the match, Jackal getting floored by the power of Mortius.

MASTERS: Jackal finding a way out though as he gets back up. Mortius making his heart race early in the match, and straight away, Jackal is learning, you don’t underestimate this monster.

DANIELS: And as some of us may know, Mortius has had Jackal’s heart racing all week with these attacks on his well…I guess his girlfriend, Jenny Jacobs.

MASTERS: Hold on Jarred, I thought she was Covey’s girlfriend.

DANIELS: I think she is most guys girlfriend, but nevertheless, Mortius has certainly managed to infiltrate his way into the mind of Jackal early on.

MASTERS: And yeah, I heard Jackal’s response, I’m not sure exactly what his relationship with Jenny actually is but he seems pissed Jarred, however, so far Mortius has him overpowered in this match.

DANIELS: Yeah, Mortius now with a hammerlock on Jackal, and I can almost see the veins popping out of his head William, Jackal wants a piece of Mortius but so far, he has slipped up every step.

MASTERS: He has and that is what Mortius was planning, if you can’t technically beat a wrestler, mentally beat him and in my mind, Mortius has done a great job of that.

DANIELS: Jackal though turning it around, an elbow to the jaw of Mortius, now he breaks free and hits him with rights and lefts, look at the fire in the eyes of the Jackal!

MASTERS: Mortius is not down yet though, he fights back with a knee to the gut, and look at that, one clubbing shot to the back with a huge forearm and Jackal is straight back down on the canvas.

DANIELS: It seems like he is fighting an up hill battle here, however in my mind and in many CZW fans minds, Mortius taking home the IC Title tonight would be some what of an upset.

MASTERS: I can’t say I like this Jackal but the intensity he brings to the ring, and his athletic ability, I mean his record speaks for itself, but I don’t know, I think he has been pre-occupied and I would love nothing more than to see Mortius taking back the Gold.

DANIELS: But attacking a defenseless woman, your condoning that are you?

MASTERS: Of course not, but Jenny? Come on, she was probably enjoying it!

DANIELS: Wow. Well Mortius has Jackal back up now as he charges him into the corner. Mortius begins to unload with aggressive shots to the head and body of Karl, punches and kicks combining, Jackal looks in danger here.

MASTERS: He was in danger as soon as he stepped foot in this ring tonight. And you know what, I hope Mr. Montana is watching this with a bag of chips and a nice cold beer, because Jackal is going to get exactly what he deserves.

DANIELS: You keep saying that, but Jackal keeps himself safe in this match as he ducks a right hand, now the tables are turned, Jackal with the advantage now as he begins his own attack, right and lefts, Mortius actually seems stunned for the first time in this match.

MASTERS: Yeah, Mortius has not yet faced an opponent with the natural talent Jackal brings to the ring, he was set to be booked against Ronnie McNeil last week, and that would have tested him for this match, however it was cancelled so we really don’t know if Mortius is capable of defeating such an obstacle.

DANIELS: Jackal brings him from the corner, European Uppercut, Jackal now with a kick to the knee, and did you see the way he placed that kick perfectly over the knee cap, that was sick!

MASTERS: Most things about this Jackal is sick Jarred!

DANIELS: Jackal now trying to whip Mortius to the ropes, but as I expected, Mortius reverses, Jackal running at pace, OH MY GOD!

MASTERS: The Jackal’s head just came right OFF!

DANIELS: Mortius just hit a tremendous Clothesline, just as we thought Jackal maybe grinding Mortius down, he comes back with that, and I think he may have broke a few of his teeth there!

MASTERS: Mortius isn’t done yet, he lifts Jackal up but as we can see, Jackal is out of it, Mortius lifts him up above his head…OH MY GOD IS HE THINKING WHAT I THINK?!

DANIELS: DON’T DO IT, HE IS GOING TO THROW JACKAL RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!

MASTERS: Hang on, Jackal slips down behind Mortius, I thought he was out of it, and what’s this?

! DANIELS: The Jackal is very clever, he wraps Mortius up in a Guillotine Choke and wraps his legs around his prey, Mortius now at the Jackal’s mercy.

MASTERS: The tide can literally turn that quick and now Mortius could be out of it, this choke traps your windpipe folks, it restricts the flow of blood to the brain, Jackal has it locked in.

DANIELS: The fans are trying to get behind this monster, anything to see Jackal perish, but the only man who is being taken out is Mortius now. Jackal rips and he tears, and do you think he has Jenny in mind William when he rips and tears Mortius like that?

MASTERS: I don’t know Jarred, but what I do know is that he has got the IC Title in mind right now, and he would do anything to keep it.

DANIELS: Well this move could very well slay the beast that is Mortius, and what a win that would be. Mortius isn’t out of it yet though, he still has fight in him, he tries to prize the lock the Jackal has.

MASTERS: Yeah, Jackal’s leg grip is beginning to fade as Mortius uses all his strength, the fans are on their feet, can he power out?

DANIELS: YES HE CAN! Mortius rolls out under the ropes and Jackal’s Guillotine didn’t work this time.

MASTERS: But it just shows how the Jackal operates, so many vicious, dangerous array of attacks and holds, Mortius must now be weary.

DANIELS: What is Jackal thinking here? HOLY CRAP!

MASTERS: JACKAL JUST COMMITTING SUICIDE AS HE KAMIKAZIS OVER THE TOP ROPE!

DANIELS: Jackal made that move look easy and Mortius, what must he be thinking, you can’t get rid of this Jackal. And as we all know, this match is a Falls Count Anywhere.

MASTERS: Who knows where it could end up!

DANIELS: Well I just hope they don’t decide to bring it towards the commentary boxes, I’m not sure I could do my job with these two maniacs fighting each other in my place of work.

MASTERS: I hope they come and attack you, it would make my day for sure!

DANIELS: Well your one sick bastard, and two more sick bastards now are walking up the stage, they are heading backstage folks, my God who knows where they will end up. Jackal grabbing Mortius by the hair as he walks him up the ramp. Mortius though with a vicious backhand to the groin of Jackal, that would stop even the most fierce of creatures.

MASTERS: And not surprisingly, Jackal is down, Mortius now getting his breath back. NO…HE RUNS IN…

DANIELS: AIMING FOR JACKAL’S HEAD!

MASTERS: JACKAL REVERSES…HOLY CRAP…BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX ON THE CONCRETE RAMP!

DANIELS: DID YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF SPINE MEETING METAL THERE?! THESE FANS ARE LOVING IT HERE IN PHILADELPHIA!

MASTERS: Jackal quite rightly here going for the first cover of this match!

DANIELS: This could be it…

DANIELS: MORTIUS SOMEHOW GETS A SHOULDER UP!

MASTERS: It’s going to take more than that Jarred, this man has took much more than that in his life.

DANIELS: Jackal seems determined to take action backstage, maybe he has his associates back there.

MASTERS: Well Jackal isn’t the smartest man on the roster, but they way his group operate are very damaging, Mortius should be aware of an attack by either Grantham or Collum.

DANIELS: Well Mortius has Jackal to worry about right now, virtually dragging him up the ramp. Mortius fights back though, but clearly feeling the effects from that Suplex connected by Jackal moments ago.

MASTERS: Both men are now teetering on the edge of the stage, we don’t want to see another fall here in CZW.

DANIELS: The fans are almost anticipating destructive here. Jackal has Mortius backing up, Jackal with a hard right, Mortius now inches away from the edge.

MASTERS: That’s it, push him like you pushed Montana you stupid fuc…

DANIELS: Woah what do you mean William, we can’t accuse anyone like that.

MASTERS: Jackal sickens me.

DANIELS: Jackal is actually trying to push Mortius off the stage here…MY GOD!

MASTERS: YES! TAKE THAT YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!

DANIELS: Mortius turning the tables as he quickly lifted Jackal up and the thud from that Scoop Slam was resounding throughout the whole arena here.

MASTERS: Now Mortius is looking to finish his opponent, Jackal with no buddies to help him now, Mortius is going to throw him off the stage.

DANIELS: MY GOD THIS MATCH IS GOING TOO FAR!

MASTERS: MORTIUS LIFTSA JACKAL UP OVER THE EDGE…LIFTING CHOKE TOSS!

DANIELS: NO…JACKAL REVERSES…IMPLANT DDT ON THE STAGE…AND BOTH MEN NOW SAFE FROM THE FALL!

MASTERS: I wouldn’t call Mortius safe after that fall, my goodness, if Jackal has enough awareness here he could end this match.

DANIELS: Both men seem to be down though, and the referee is checking on both. Mortius seems to have a trickle of blood down his face after that move, Jackal splitting Mortius’s head clean open.

MASTERS: That’s what the fans want to see, these two guys are known for their vicious ways, there not fan favorites but when they step into the ring with each other, they put on one hell of a show.

DANIELS: They sure do William, and I think Jackal is beginning to show signs of consciousness, now getting up to his feet.

MASTERS: Mortius is right behind him, both men making their way out of the front arena Jarred!

DANIELS: Folks inside the arena, please devote your attention to the Combat-Tron, guys at home, sit tight!

MASTERS: Why have you always got to sound like a commercial Jarred?!

DANIELS: Do I? Anyway, as we see backstage here, Mortius and Jackal are brawling, not sure how much left these guys have, but it’s all in the name of Gold tonight, every CZW Title on the line.

MASTERS: And you know what! I see pizza! I see French fries!

DANIELS: Jackal and Mortius are now taking it into some kind of canteen area, the staff of flooding out and I can’t blame them one bit.

MASTERS: Well Jackal goes for a spear and that wasn’t very clever as Mortius dodges, Jackal head first into the selection of chocolates.

DANIELS: Not a bad way to land though. Mortius picks Karl up, and I dare say this canteen is going to be turned upside down…CHOKE TOSS THROUGH THE DRINKS!

MASTERS: I hope Jackal is thirsty!

DANIELS: Jackal gets quickly back up though, his eyes red, the Champion is enraged…He tries again…SPEAR THROUGH THE CHECKOUT!

MASTERS: Haha, and did you see that little Chinese woman Jarred? I think she was trying to hide out in the checkout, well surprise!

DANIELS: Yeah, the food staff here in CZW certainly having the night off here tonight!

MASTERS: These guys still trading lefts and rights, Mortius with that cut on his head after the DDT not long ago.

DANIELS: And OH MY GOD! WHAT DID JACKAL JUST PICK UP?!

MASTERS: THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET NASTY! HE JUST PICKED UP A DAMN FORK!

DANIELS: AND THE SICKO…HE IS GRINDING IT INTO THE CUT OF MORTIUS…EVEN BITING IT!

MASTERS: I tell you what, this Title sure does change people…But what the hell?!

DANIELS: IS MORTIUS LAUGHING?!

MASTERS: The sick freak is actually enjoying it. DANIELS: And Jackal stands back up as he drops the folk, he looks a little shocked here. Mortius picks it up as OH GOD! He licks the fork clean of his own blood.

Jackal…

MASTERS: And there are those haunting words again from this disturbed sick freak!

DANIELS: But Jackal seems to have had enough, he stomps on Mortius again and again. He picks him up, he seems possessed. He is setting him up for something.

MASTERS: A crash landing is about to go down.

DANIELS: He lifts him up…OH MY…

MASTERS: SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

DANIELS: Jackal stepping it up another level here, all in the name of his Gold, and maybe with thought of Jenny Jacobs here.

MASTERS: We all have thoughts of Jenny Jacobs Jarred. Well maybe not you…

DANIELS: And yes…he has enough to make the cover…this could do it!

MASTERS: NO…NO…KICKOUT!

DANIELS: I thought that was it. But no, Mortius gets his shoulder up out of no where.

MASTERS: And what must both men be thinking now, how can they put one another way.

DANIELS: Still, there men keep standing, both men now crawling though down the corridor. Mortius is first up surprisingly, now stumbling around. Jackal is up as he lunges at Mortius…and wait…they crash through a door, can we get cameras in there please?!

MASTERS: HOLY CRAP! THAT IS JENNY JACOBS!

DANIELS: Speaking of the devil!

MASTERS: And look at this poor girl, she has been through quite enough, now these two thugs are going to hurt her again.

DANIELS: All three stand frozen, but Mortius seems to be approaching her…WAIT! THE JACKAL…

MASTERS: FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD…BUT IN SAVING HER…HE ALSO HURT HER IT SEEMS.

DANIELS: Yes, can we watch this again. Mortius was approaching Jenny as Jackal tried to save her, but by hitting Mortius, he flung across the room and totally obliterated poor Jenny Jacobs.

MASTERS: I better go and make sure she is alright.

DANIELS: What you want to enter a room where Jackal and Mortius are fighting?!

MASTERS: Maybe I’ll just stay here, she will be okay.

DANIELS: Thought you may say that. Anyway, Jackal now carrying on, I’m not sure he noticed. But he picks up Mortius…OH MY GOD!

MASTERS: WHAT STRENGTH! JACKAL WITH AN OVERHEAD RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

DANIELS: That has to be it, it must be all folks, no man can get up from that. But Jackal I think has finally noticed Jenny Jacobs, as he walks over to her. He almost has tears in his eyes.

MASTERS: Well I didn’t know the Jackal had this much compassion Jarred, but it’s going ot do him no good here…cover Mortius and win the match you fool!

DANIELS: I think the Jackal has become emotionally attached to Jenny, even though most the roster are in some form or another, Jenny really has a hold over the Jackal.

MASTERS: PIN HIM KARL! What is he doing? Jenny seems to be stirring though…OH…OH…

DANIELS: THE CROWD ERUPT…I CANNOT BELIEVE IT…JENNY JACOBS…

MASTERS: SHE JUST LOW BLOWED THE JACKAL!

DANIELS: Well I guess she really doesn’t want either of them. However Mortius is now beginning to show signs of movement, Jackal is totally out of it, what an uppercut that was, makes me never want to mess with Jenny!

MASTERS: I doubt you have ever messed with any girl though, right?

DANIELS: Whatever. Mortius now though on one knee, these fans sense a change of champion. Jackal tries to stand but he can’t, Mortius on the other hand, he is up!

MASTERS: Mortius now grabs Jackal…

DANIELS: MORTIUS SLAM…MORTIUS SLAM…

MASTERS: And I think Jenny has just screwed the Jackal here…

DANIELS: Cover…and we could have a new champion!

DANIELS: NO…OH MY GOD! GRANTHAM IS THERE AND BREAKS THE PIN!

MASTERS: I think he accidentally charged into Jenny their too, not the best week for poor Jacobs.

DANIELS: Jackal that lucky SOB! Grantham now lifts up Mortius…HE JUST HIT THE 4.0!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: Not only that, but he drags Jackal on top of Mortius…

DANIELS: This is sick!

DANIELS: That is a pinfall ladies and gentlemen, and it is a totally despicable win in my opinion.

MASTERS: I don’t like them Jarred, but that is what team work is all about.

Jackal gets up dazed as Grantham hands him his IC Title. Jackal pushes him away as he goes to check on Jenny, Grantham smiling as he looks at Jenny unconscious. Grantham then kicks Mortius in the gut just for one more sick act.

TOWERS: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…KARL ‘THE JACKAL’ JACKSON!

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

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~ -=- CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=-
MAYNARD O'TOOLE (w/ Alan Fiscus) -vs- RONNIE McNEIL -vs- EL PABLO (c) *****-----*****

TOWERS: "This match is scheduled for one fall and is your Collateral Damage Main Event Triple Threat match for the CZW World Heavyweight Title!"

The crowd cheers loudly

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina... being accompanied to the ring by Alan Fiscus... the longest reigning Intercontinental champion in CZW history... The OGT... MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!"

Tool's "Die Eier von Satan" begins to play as Alan and Maynard make their way from behind the curtain. Alan is wearing that specialized boot, a "Listen to Black Sabbath" black t-shirt, and he's walking. He yells out encouragement to Maynard as he seems poised and ready. The crowd is mostly booing, but there are scattered supporters. They make it to the ring, and enter. They do a pose as a small lights display goes off.

TOWERS: "And next... hailing from Birmingham, Alabama... a former CZW TV champion... The CZW Franchise... RONNIE McNEIL!!"

"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor begins to play and the crowd gives a more evenly mixed reaction. Ronnie comes out, in red and silver gear, and poses for the crowd. A small firework display goes off. He comes down to the ring with a confident grin on his face, and slides in.

TOWERS: "And their opponent... hailing from Portsmouth, England... The current reigning and defending CZW World Heavyweight Champion... The Five Star Superstar... EL PABLO!!"

A hush descends over the crowd as the lights go out, leaving the arena in total darkness. The opening riff to "Been Training Dogs" kicks 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. He has the CZW World title draped over his right shoulder. He stands on the stage for a few seconds playing to the crowd, before bounding down the ramp. 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. He repeats this on the adjacent turnbuckle, then removes his sunglasses and tosses them to a stagehand outside the ring. He hands the CZW World title to the referee, who then holds it up for the crowd to see.

DANIELS: "This is going to the perfect way to close such a memorable evening in CZW history. El Pablo has quite a challenge ahead of him, as he doesn't necessarily have to even be pinned in order to lose the holy grail of the CZW, the World title. Darrin Powers, head CZW referee, is checking each man's boots and tights for foreign objects."

MASTERS: "Yeah, THAT'S what he's doing."

COLLUM: "Ha! Good one, Masters."

DANIELS: "And it looks like we're underway! The bell rings, and all three men are on immediate alert. Alan Fiscus is shouting out encouraging words to Maynard."

COLLUM: "Why is this cripple even out here? What has he got to do with the World Heavyweight title?"

MASTERS: "He's a former champion, hoping to manage Maynard to his first belt, Eric."

COLLUM: "He has no place out here, and I should be up there in this match, not Maynard."

DANIELS: "That's not your decision to make, and it looks like Ronnie and EP have joined forces to double team Maynard!"

MASTERS: "Those fiends! They are stomping a mudhole in the fallen O'Toole. They pick him up, and hit a double suplex! This is unfair, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "Everything is fair in this free for all. But it's every man for himself, and I can't imagine this union will last long. Pablo has Maynard up and throws him to the ropes. El Pablo with a drop toe hold, and Ronnie comes running from the side and drops down a hard legdrop to the back of Maynard's head. Ronnie immediately directs traffic, and El Pablo hesitates but only for a second. He picks up Maynard and they both throw him to the ropes. Maynard ducks the double clothesline! On the rebound, and Maynard takes them both out with a double clothesline of his own!"

MASTERS: "You can't keep the OGT down for long."

COLLUM: "I could, and I will. I have to give a hand to these guys though, they are all talented athletes. They're just not good enough to defend the CZW from my elite group. Soon, you'll both be working for me."

DANIELS: "That would be horrible. Maynard picks up Ronnie first, and kicks him hard in the gut. He bounces off the nearest ropes and hits a heavy kneelift, rocking Ronnie back. Maynard turns around and ducks just in time, as El Pablo comes flying and he inadvertently lariats Ronnie over the top rope."

MASTERS: "And as El Pablo turns around, a kick to the gut from Maynard. Fiscus shouting words to Maynard, who proceeds to nail EP with a bulldog."

COLLUM: "Someone tell that cripple to shut up, I'm trying to watch a match here!"

DANIELS: "Maynard has EP up and irish whips him to a corner. He comes rushing in, but EP leaps up, twists, and rolls Maynard down in a surprise corner sunset flip!"

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT

MASTERS: "That sneaky brit, he almost surprised Maynard with a pin!"

COLLUM: "It only takes three seconds."

DANIELS: "Both men are back up, and Maynard levels EP with a lariat. He turns around, only to be greeted by a springboard dropkick from Ronnie McNeil!"

MASTERS: "You can never take your attention off of the Franchise, because the second you do and BAM! He's got you beat."

DANIELS: "Ronnie lifts Maynard up, and locks in a headlock. He leaps and spins, kicks a just-standing EP with a kick to the solar plexus, and drops Maynard down with a bulldog of his own. Such a good double move there. Ronnie is back up, picks Maynard back up, and locks in a standing dragon sleeper. The ref is asking, but O'Toole is declining."

COLLUM: "Smart move by Ronnie here, wear down the biggest man in the match as soon as possible. But he's got to keep his eye on that jumping bean, he's not the World champion by chance."

MASTERS: "And on that note, El Pablo breaks up the submission with a forearm to Ronnie's back. Maynard falls to the mat, and EP continues his focus on Ronnie. He leaps up, with his feet to Ronnie's chest, and monkey flips him across the ring. Ronnie's feet hit the bottom rope. EP is up, and runs to the ropes. He hits a damn Rolling thunder, and stays on top for the pin attempt."

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MAYNARD BREAKS IT UP

DANIELS: "Maynard is up, and has EP in a headlock. He slams him over with a takedown. He then turns around and grabs a hold of Ronnie. He nails him with a back suplex. Smart moves here, as he goes back to EP and lifts him up. Gorilla press! Impressive strength from The OGT here."

COLLUM: "All brawn, no brains."

MASTERS: "Maynard uncaringly drops EP behind him, and EP lands on his face. Maynard turns his attention again to Ronnie, and irish whips him towards a corner. He waits for Ronnie to stumble back, and kicks him in the gut. He throws him to the ropes, but Ronnie ducks the clothesline. Maynard bounces off the ropes, and Ronnie grabs him. Belly-to-belly suplex!"

DANIELS: "Ronnie is a man of 1,000 holds, and Maynard just tasted one of them. Ronnie is cunning, and can hit any move at almost any time he wants. He is up, and EP is on his knees. Ronnie goes to kick him in the face, but EP blocks with his arms. EP stands up, and they beginning trading blows. Ronnie takes control, and kicks him in the gut. Ronnie locks in and executes a double underhook suplex."

COLLUM: "Ronnie is a man of 1,000 holds, Jarred, but I am a man of 2,000 holds and he can't hold a candle to me or my group."

DANIELS: "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you, Eric?"

COLLUM: "Extremely."

MASTERS: "Maynard is back up, and while Ronnie was looking down at EP, he kicks him in the lower back. Maynard grabs him and nails a reverse DDT. This match is going back and forth quite frequently. Maynard picks up Ronnie, and tosses him over the top rope!"

DANIELS: "And Maynard follows, they're.. taking it to the streets!"

MASTERS: "That's my line, jackass!"

COLLUM: "Dangerous territory here, but that's the life of a fighter. I hope these bastards kill each other."

DANIELS: "They're not paying attention to the high flyer though, are they? As they're going back and forth on the floor, EP is up and stalking. He sees an opportunity and runs to the ropes. He runs, he vaults, he twists, and NAILS a springboard moonsault onto Ronnie and Maynard! All three men in a puddle now on the floor."

MASTERS: "Awesome to watch, idiotic to execute. The blood thirsty crowd is chanting CZW's name, as they're barely stirring still."

COLLUM: "These idiots look like they've been in a car wreck. Get up already!"

DANIELS: "Are you suggesting you'd be up already, then?"

COLLUM: "OF COURSE, Daniels! And quit taking that tone with me, son, call the match like you're supposed to before I slap the taste out of your mouth."

DANIELS: "You're not perfect, Collum, and I'll leave it at that. Maynard seems to be the first one up, but he's a little dizzy. He picks up EP and nails a kneelift. He then goes to slam his head into the guardrail... but EP blocks it! EP then nails Maynard's head onto the rail, with a thud! EP then grabs Maynard and irish whips him into the other guardrail!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "Ronnie is up now, and has his hands up to attack EP.. but that british fool sees it, and kicks Ronnie in the gut. EP goes to irish whip Ronnie into Maynard, but Ronnie reverses and EP slams into O'Toole! C'mon, Maynard!"

COLLUM: "Tell that cripple to get out of there, ref!"

DANIELS: "Alan is near Ronnie, yelling at him. Ronnie looks at him and flips him off. Ronnie reverts his attention back to EP and walks over to him. He picks him up and blatantly slaps him across the face. What arrogance."

MASTERS: "McNeil is a spitfire, Jarred. He knows how good he is. He throws EP back into the ring."

COLLUM: "But the ref isn't seeing that Fiscus just handed Maynard a chair!"

* SMACK *

DANIELS: "Maynard crashes that chair across the back of Ronnie! Maynard drops the chair and tosses Ronnie into the ring as well. Maynard slides in and picks up Ronnie. He positions, and nails a Death Valley Driver! The pinfall attempt!"

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KICK OUT

COLLUM: "Close call there."

DANIELS: "EP is up, and as Maynard turns around, he dropkicks Maynard's knee out from under him! He lifts up Maynard and whips him to the opposite corner. In these three way and four way matches, the element of surprise is very important. EP comes running in, and nails a splash to Maynard. He lifts him up on the top-rope.. positions... leaps and nails a top-rope Hurricanrana! But Ronnie was up on his knees and scurries over for the pinfall opportunity theft."

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KICK OUT

MASTERS: "EP took offense to that, as he is positioned and waiting for Ronnie to stand back up. He does, and EP leaps, nailing a missile dropkick! This match is so back and forth, my head is spinning."

COLLUM: "This ain't nothing. I'm surprised this was even booked as a main event, I mean, without Collum in the match... how could it be?"

DANIELS: "Anyway, EP has Ronnie up and kicks him in the gut. EP nails Ronnie with an enziguri! He goes for the pin!"

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KICK OUT

MASTERS: "Close call there. Maynard is using the ropes, and he's back up on his feet. He waits for EP, and lunges.. clothesline from hell, Jarred! EP spun around like a rag doll!"

DANIELS: "EP could be injured now, and Alan is down there laughing.. what a horrible human being. But he is a CZW lifer, and that still garners him respect."

COLLUM: "Alan is an idiot. CZW is a dying breed. The revolution is coming, boys, and creeps like Fiscus and Covey don't have a place in it."

DANIELS: "I'm sorry to hear that you have no respect for this company, Eric."

COLLUM: "I don't give a damn what you're sorry to hear, Jarred. Call the match."

DANIELS: "... Maynard is now focusing on Ronnie, hammering forearms to his back repeatedly. He picks him up, positioning him for an electric chair.. but Ronnie fights back. Ronnie rolls forward into a victory roll!"

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KICK OUT

MASTERS: "They're both up now, and sluggishly brawling. Maynard's got the edge in any fist-to-fist action, I'd have to say. EP is still laying on the mat. Maynard does take the lead, and pushes Ronnie to the ropes. He whips him into the opposite ropes, and Ronnie ducks a lariat. On the rebound, Ronnie kicks Maynard in the gut. He lifts him up.. and nails his own DVD! The Birmingham Driver! The pinfall attempt."

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EP BREAKS IT UP

DANIELS: "Just when you thought he was out. EP then slaps Ronnie across the mouth. Ronnie returns the favor. Alan's being frantic at ringside, and he's walking around.. he's right near us now. Eric!"

Eric just threw a bottle of water at Alan

COLLUM: "Get out of here, you bum! Take your crippled ass backstage!"

Alan walks up to them, and you can hear him over the commentator's headsets. Eric stands up.

ALAN: "Mind your own business, Collum!"

Alan swipes at Eric, and a struggle ensues. Masters gets in between the two men eventually, and neither came up with a clean shot. Alan smiles sadistically at Eric, who just smirks at him. Alan then walks over to the other side of the ring. Eric sits down.

COLLUM: "That crippled piece of trash is messing with the wrong beast. Now he'll have a bullseye on his back."

DANIELS: "In the ring, Maynard is still laying down as Ronnie and EP are duking it out. Ronnie takes the control with a sudden kneelift. Ronnie grabs EP, and nails a capture suplex! Ronnie then picks up Maynard, who was about to get up anyway, and locks in the Sharpe Shooter! Ronnie might get the win right here!"

MASTERS: "That move is sinister, and Maynard is wigging out! He hasn't submitted yet though. Ronnie wrenching it in. Alan is screaming at Maynard to get to the ropes. Maynard reaches, but Ronnie struggles to keep him in the same spot. Ah, EP with a dropkick to Ronnie's face! Ronnie breaks the hold."

DANIELS: "EP then nails an elbowdrop to the small of Maynard's back, and rolls him up!"

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KICK OUT

COLLUM: "No go, just yet, but I can tell all three of these men are on their last legs."

DANIELS: "All three men slowly get to their feet, and begin a succession of punches. Ronnie hits EP, EP hits Maynard, Maynard hits Ronnie. Maynard breaks the cycle by kicking Ronnie hard in the gut. He then kicks EP hard in the gut as well. He grabs EP, and lifts him up... thunderous power bomb! Maynard stays in the hold, for the pin."

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KICK OUT

DANIELS: "This match is getting so intense, I'm sweating like this is a steam room!"

COLLUM: "And you smell of B.O. real bad, man, you should take a shower after this."

DANIELS: "Please. Maynard is back up, and turns to Ronnie... who nails him with the Flawless!! That high angled cutter out of nowhere, but Ronnie is too groggy to capitolize! All three men are now laid out in the ring. Ronnie is the first to stir, and he pulls himself up with the ropes. EP has now done the same. Ronnie goes to cover Maynard, but before even a one count EP has slammed down on Ronnie's back. He slowly picks him up and throws him to the ropes with all his might. Ronnie on the rebound, and EP pushes up.. PABLO SLAM!!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "But again, all three men laid out on the mat! No one can capitolize! Maynard begins to stir now, and rolls over... he's draped an arm over EP!"

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KICK OUT

COLLUM: "Amazing."

DANIELS: "This is insane. This is a mad house. This is one of the best matches I've seen!"

COLLUM: "Don't get too carried away there, again, -I'M- not in this match!"

DANIELS: "No, you're not. All three men are laid out again. Maynard slowly gets up first. He grabs EP, and sets him up. Power bomb... no, OPIATE! OPIATE!!!"

* THWUD *

MASTERS: "BUT AGAIN, the executor is too out of it to take advantage of that devestating move! AGAIN all three men are laid out in the ring! Dear God! Alan is going crazy at ringside, shouting for Maynard to get up."

DANIELS: Wait, he has his arm draped over Ronnie!

MASTERS: WHO DOES?!

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THREE!!

DANIELS: HE WON IT…HE WON IT!

MASTERS: WHO?!

Inside the ring, Ronnie McNeil was laid out, and one man managed to get their arm over Ronnie, and that man was…

EL PABLO!

TOWERS: THE WINNER AND STILL CZW WORLD CHAMPION…THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR…EL PABLO!

Suddenly celebration get demolished as Matt Covey and Eddie Rowan come running down.

DANIELS: These again! Ronnie and Pablo could be in danger here. What an alliance.

MASTERS: Wait, why is Big Nasty following them?

DANIELS: I have no idea which side he is on anymore! Is he going to defend El Pablo?!

Covey climbs into the ring and kicks the left leg out from El Pablo. Big Nasty then climbs over the top rope and quickly walks up in the face of Covey and Eddie Rowan. The fans cheer as Big Nasty goes to hit Covey, but stops inches away, turns around and…

DANIELS: I KNEW IT…I KNEW IT…NASTY IS WITH COVEY AND EDDIE!

MASTERS: Covey, Eddie, Alan, Maynard and Big Nasty by the looks of it!

Big Nasty hit’s the Nasty Bomb on Ronnie McNeil, over the top rope to the outside. Covey now begins to circle El Pablo, spitting insults at him. Eddie Rowan then suddenly baseball slides right into El Pablo’s face as Big Nasty laughs. At this point, Alan Fiscus gets into the ring, rubbing the cast on his boot taunting as the fans boo heavily. He then runs in and kicks El Pablo straight in the face, blood pouring from his nose upon impact. Nasty, Covey, Fiscus and Rowan then pick up Maynard who grabs the World Title. Maynard viciously throws the Title down on the face of El Pablo, leaving Ronnie and Pablo destroyed.

DANIELS: What in heavens have we just seen here, this stable is monstrous!

MASTERS: WAIT! I doubt we are even finished yet, Collum is stalking them, now LOOK…GRANTHAM & JACKAL…WITH CHAIRS!

DANIELS: I think stable wars are truly upon us now, but what about the System? And XTC? And these two demonic forces?

Collum kicks Ronnie in the head to make sure he stays down, then distracts Covey as Jackal dives in and swings the chair violently into the head of Covey, knocking him straight down. Nasty tries to attack Jackal with a big boot, but Jackal ducks, then Grantham who is now in the ring takes Nasty down with a shot to the back with a chair. Jackal then swings at Fiscus but barely misses his head. Eddie and Maynard quickly and intelligently roll from the ring. Both Covey and Nasty roll out and hobble up the ramp. All five of those men now look on as Collum , Grantham and Jackal stand tall inside the ring. The fans are booing loudly now.

DANIELS: What is Eric doing?

Eric Collum then climbs the turnbuckle and hits his Aerial Revolution on El Pablo who is destroyed inside the ring. The three men then grab the World Title belt as all three of them raise it up above their heads, the other five now leaving via the ramp, growling with anger as their impact was cut short by this trio.

MASTERS: I am shocked!

DANIELS: What an event, and what an ending, my thoughts with the World Champion El Pablo though, managing to defend his Title only to get heinously attacked like that. Then we have the introduction of a five man group that could send tremors through the CZW World, only then to end the show with the trio of Collum, Grantham & Jackal dominating CZW once again…what is in the future for CZW and who will give us answers?!

MASTERS: I see the return of the STABLE WARS!!

DANIELS: Well, thanks for tuning in folks, as we head into December we ask, which stable will be on top…Goodnight folks!