CZW - Presents OVERDRIVE


| Feb. 21st 2009 | * Cali, Colombia * Coliseo El Pueblo |



Combat Zone Wrestling presents OVERDRIVE

live on television from
- Cali, Colombia -
Coliseo El Pueblo
February 21st 2009

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Sensation" JESSE MONTANA -vs- "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO

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-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
(Team WDS) EDDIE ROWAN & MAYNARD O'TOOLE -vs- (Team 2-8-1) ERIC COLLUM & GREGORY GRANTHAM

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~~ INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE CONTRACT SIGNING ~~
Karl "THE JACKAL" Jackson & "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
MORTIUS -vs- "The One Man Show" RONNIE McNEIL

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Ripper" BRYAN McNALLY -vs- "Krazy" CHRIS ROSS

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Emo Prince" JACOB HAVOK -vs- "Epitome of Technical Finesse" JUSTIN MARSHAM

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Serial Thriller" MATT STYLEZ -vs- "Devils Advocate" MATTHEW JONES

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Aerial Specialist" KRIMZON BLAZE -vs- "The Future" JERAN HUDSON

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++ CZW UNLEASHED!- ++
(CZW's internet exclusive show!)

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Sadistic Solution" ALAN FISCUS -vs- "The Outlaw" BUCK EVANS

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-=-TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
TOXIC -vs- THE NEXT GENERATION [Timmons & Wright]

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Living Legend" BIG NASTY -vs- IMPALER

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -=-
MR. KILJOY -vs- MIKE MONROE -vs- PSYKO STEVE

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-=- OPENING SINGLES MATCH -=-
"Mr Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE -vs- "Badd Company" MIKE KING

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* cZw! *

Tom: Hello Everyone and welcome to another edition of Overdrive. I’m Tom White and here we are, one week before Volatile Day, a PPV that is shaping up to be one of the best in CZWs history. This week you can believe there will be a lot of heightened emotions as each man competing next week takes one last chance to go on to Volatile Day hot off a win. More on what awaits us in Overdrive later. This weeks Unleashed is by far the most action packed we have ever had. You will be treated to FIVE matches, and the main event is the best to date as The Sadistic Solution Alan Fiscus takes on The Outlaw Buck Evans. Of course we will have our regular slots, including part two of that Eric Collum interview. We had an absolutely brilliant first match for you though, we all know that next week the vacated T.V title will be decided at Volatile Day in a triple threat match, the result of a tournament held here, on the first ever Unleashed, thematch will be between Brian Blaze, Mike King and Ronnie McNeil. Now McNeil is facing of later on Overdrive against ex-Elite Revolution team mate Mortius. But in what was supposed to be a special preview to Volatile Day, we had Mike King versus Brian Blaze. However, things didn’t quite work out like that, as we found out only moments before. It seems King had entered through the curtain, beating Blaze over the head repeatedly with a chair, now we don’t know how long it had went on backstage, but by the time they reached the ring Brian Blaze was unconscious. Blaze is now in the back getting stitched up, he is okay, but King knocked him out. This of course means that King pulled out the victory, which you have to believe puts him in a much better position to walk out the champion next week. Mike certainly showing a vicious streak there and made his intentions for next week crystal clear, that T.V title will be his, whatever the length he has to go toto get it! But you have to believe that Brian will be more on his guard from now on, and then throwing McNeil into the mix, and the winner of this T.V title match is wide open once more.

Now earlier in the week another chapter in the Nasty/Unleashed President unfolded, and we’re going to take you back and show you what happened..

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**The static clears, and we see the President of Unleashed sitting at his chair. There is a knock at the door. The President looks up, but before he can say anything, the door comes flying in. Big Nasty comes into the room.**

Big Nasty: What...WHAT!?!? What could you possibly want? I thought you were done with me, I lost, quit toying with me foo!

**The Unleashed President just begins laughing, as he strokes his beard. Then stops laughing.**

Unleashed Prez: I like you Big Man...I want to keep you around. You could be great as my muscle. You could make Unleashed great! That's why I'm going to give you one more shot. You dominated that match against KB, so I'm going to extend my offer. You need to win against Impaler, and you need to beat Buck, and we'll see what we can work out. But, before we can get things started with that...I need something from you.

**Big Nasty folds his arms, and stands waiting to see what the President of Unleashed wants.**

Big Nasty: Go on.

Unleashed Prez: I need a cup of coffee. Go to Starbucks, and get me a half-caf double skim chai tea lotte! And make it zippie! I need my caffein.

**Big Nasty just stands there...mouth agape. He can't believe what he's hearing.**

Big Nasty: I'm supposed to be your muscle...and you want me to do WHAT!?!?! You've gotta be out your damn mind! I'm not doing it.

**The Unleashed President just laughs.**

Unleashed Prez: You poor unfortunate soul. You will do as I say if you want to be put back to the status that you feel you rightfully belong. You scratch my back, and I'll make sure you're taken care of...now that chai tea isn't going to get it's self. Hurry!

**Big Nasty leaves the room, as the scene cuts out.**

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**The scene picks back up as Big Nasty is walking down the hallway, carrying a large Starbucks cup. He is speaking to himself.**

Big Nasty: What in the hell is this crap...trying to make me his coffee bitch...Big Nasty don't play that...I don't believe this shit...this is so degrading...I'm going to give this guy what's coming to him...he's going to get a face full of steaming hot coffee...yeah, that'll teach him to make me his coffee bitch...what is he thinking...I'm going to take this foo out...then I'm going to take out Impaler...then I'm going to get Buck...everybody will pay for this...starting with the Prez!

**Big Nasty comes to the President's door. He knocks very hard, then gives a middle fingered salute. He walks in the office, with a large smile on his face. He walks forward, and hits a chair.**

Big Nasty: Um...woah?

**Big Nasty falls forward, squeezing the coffee, as it goes flying toward the President. The hot liquid spews all over the face and upper torso of the President. Big Nasty pulls himself up, to look at his work, as the President begins to scream....

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Tom: Well Nasty not made the best impression there, not only losing his match, but spilling… coffee… on the… boss?! My oh my, we have not heard from the boss since that incident, though we have to wonder if Nasty is still in his good books? Is his shot still there? Well either way, he will be trying his hardest to get the win over Impaler tonight, only on Unleashed. Right now though its time for our history of violence match. This week we have a special match to show you. Now next week we know that Krimzon Blaze will be taking on Jesse Montana in a match that is sure to be absolutely off the chain. It is sure to be one of the highlights in the whole of the pay per view, but of course the joint attraction that night, the main event, will be Eddie Rowan taking on Champion Eric Collum, of course, that interview with the champ is coming up. But right now we’re going to take you back to July, back to Warzone, where Eddie Rowan took onno other than the then X division champion… KRIMZON BLAZE! In a match that has stuck out in minds since it first aired, these two will be headlining Volatile Day in separate matches, but lets take you back and see these two and their obvious in ring chemistry against each other.

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Eddie Rowan vs Krimzon Blaze
X-Division Championship match
First aired 7/10/08

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Masters: And this, is for the CZW X Championship.

Daniels: Eddie Rowan has earned a shot against X-Ellences, Krimzon Blaze, lets see if the champ retains his gold.

Masters: Well, this is CZW and if anything is for sure anything is possible..

Daniels: That’s right partner, now lets got to ringside

The bell rings and the camera focuses on ring announcer, Jessica Towers.

Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the X Championship! Introducing first, the challenger from Seattle, Washington....EDDIE ROWAN!

A quick countdown appears on the screen, followed by an old-time announcer's voice.

"You are watching Ed-E.T.V."

"Doomsday Clock" by Smashing Pumpkins then begins to play, and smoke begins pouring down from the entranceway. As the drum intro ends and the guitar kicks in, Eddie emerges through the smoke, looking back and forth to the crowd with a broad grin. He is attired in a pair of long black shorts, flame-trimmed wrestling boots, and one of many various rock band or anime character t-shirts, typically with the sleeves removed. His hands are taped from knuckle to mid-forearm, with a single black 'X' drawn on the back of each hand.

He proceeds to make his way to the ring with a bit of a hop in his step, the smile on his face is one that shows that he loves to be where he is, doing what he does. He interacts with the ringside members of the crowd a bit before rolling into the ring. He stands and throws his arms up, and a small pyro blasts from the ring-posts. He poses a bit more, bouncing on the middle of the second rope a bit while waiting for his opponent, the champion...

Towers: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan he is the CZW X Champion KRIMZON BLAZE!

The lights go out. Headstrong by Trapt hits the P.A. very loudly, with only a single white spotlight at the top of the entrance-way. K-Blaze walks out, and throws his arms into an X, as a smatter of red X's in pyro shoot off from each side he's standing. Around his waist is what this match is all about, the X gold. K-Blaze then gets to the ring steps, walks up them, and springboards off the ropes and lands on his feet. Eddie then attacks Blaze from behind, as our referee signals for the bell, the match officially starting.

DING DING!

Daniels: Rowan, blindsiding the champion early. Good strategy on the part of the challenger.

Masters: Krimzon Blaze made a huge mistake there, as Eddie isnt the type to turn your back on. Rowan pounding away at the small of the back of the champion, pressing him in the corner.

Eddie delivers repeated forearms to the back of K-B, as the referee reprimands Rowan in the corner

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A clean break by Rowan, as Blaze holds his back. Eddie moves in as K-B counters with a sharp kick to the gut. Blaze battles out of the corner with rights and lefts, as he charges but Eddie counters!

Masters: Drop toe hold by Eddie Rowan, as he rolls over and places K-B in a side headlock. Wearing down the high flyer. A smart move by the challenger..

Daniels: But the question is, can Rowan keep on the pressure? Blaze is champion for a reason.

Masters: We haven’t seen much technicality from Blaze, so who knows if he can operate without his high flying arsenal.

K-B is up on one knee, now he’s on both feet elbow to the gut a second one and now a third Blaze runs and rebounds off the ropes headscissors! Eddie snaps off that maneuver, as he tries to connect with a clothesline Blaze ducks, and hooks Rowans arms for a backslide

Masters: Backslide, the cover!

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Daniels: Near fall watch Eddie!

As soon as Daniels words reach our ears, Rowan rolls out of the pin, and connects with a Shining Wizard across the temple of Blaze. K-B falls to the canvas in a heap, as Eddie hooks the leg.

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Daniels: I was sure we had a new champion there.

Masters: K-B is showing the heart of a champion, refusing to go down easy.

Daniels: Speaking of going down easy our next match is a fatal four way featuring our Queens.

Masters: You mean three queens and an it Eddie, has Blaze up EUROPEAN UPPERCUT nails Blaze!

Eddie hits another Uppercut, as he goes for a third, Blaze blocks and leaps up attempting a hurricanrana countered by Rowan into a powerbomb. Eddie uses the ropes for leverage caught by the referee. Eddie shoots a look of disgust towards the official, as K-B is on his feet LOW DROPKICK! K-B signals towards the turnbuckles, as he begins to climb. The crowd is electric, as Blaze is perched on the top rope.

Daniels: Blaze on the top Eddie turns around

K-B leaps off, wrapping his legs around Rowans neck in the senton position, as Rowan turns K-B then flips backwards, taking Eddie with him, as Rowan lands flush on his head!

Daniels: AND THATS WHY HES THE AERIAL SPECIALIST!

Masters: DRAGONRANA!

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THR--NO KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

K-B holds up three fingers in shock, pleading with the referee as the crowd feels his emotion. Eddie is stalking him, holding his head as he then wraps his arms around Blazes waist GERMAN SUPLEX. but Blaze lands on his feet. Eddie turns around, as Blaze delivers a kick to the gut. He pulls in Eddie with a headlock

Masters: K-B going for a DDT perhaps?

K-B leaps up, attempting a Tornado DDT, as Eddie counters with a double leg takedown. Eddie then crosses K-Bs left leg, and turns him over onto his stomach, locking in the Texas Cloverleaf. You can see the pain on Blazes face as he tries to get to the ropes...clawing scraping wriggling his way there..

Daniels: He’s just fingertips away. and there we are! K-B grabs the ropes but Eddie refuses to let go.

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Eddie relinquishes his grip, as he once again stalks K-B once again, Blaze is ready, as he rolls though hitting a reverse dropkick to the chest of Rowan, sending Eddie stumbling to the turnbuckles. K-B charges towards Rowan, and hits a monkey flip

Masters: ROWAN LANDS ON HIS FEET!

K-B then backflips attempting a moonsault, as Rowan catches him. He tosses K-B on his shoulders, and spins out into a Sit-Down Piledriver ED-DVD!

Daniels: The ED-DVD! That’s got to be all

Eddie then steps over the fallen K-B, and climbs the turnbuckles for himself. Eddie makes a screen-like gesture with his fingers, as he then rolls once. twice LEGDROP!

Daniels: SAINT EDWARDS FALL!

Masters: The cover!

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DING DING DING!

Towers: Your winner, and the NEWWWWWWWW CZW X CHAMPION, EDDIE ROWAN!

Masters: There we have it folks a change in power has come to CZW, as Eddie Rowan is our new X Champion.

Eddie is awarded the belt, as he clutches it to his chest. He then looks down at the now former champion, as he holds the X Championship high.

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Tom: What an amazing match, and you have to think, next week these high profile stars are going to be in their perspective matches with seven months more polish under their belts. If they were that good then…..

Well I’m exited to say the least.

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Right now however we’re going to push on with our second match of the…. What the hell?

There is a knock. Tom looks around confused. Shawn Waters strolls onto the scene, Tom looking as excited as a rich kid in a candy store.

Tom: Oh my goodness...Shawn Waters...here in the studio?

Waters: Howdy Tom...how's it going? Thought I'd pop in and say hi...plus...I doubt any random losers are gonna try and attack me in here...

Tom and Shawn laugh.

Tom: So...what are you doing here Shawn?

Waters: It's simple...what better way to get a message out to my fans than on an internet show which only losers with no life will sit and watch...

Tom looks cut. Shawn smirks.

Waters: I'm kidding Tom. I loved Unleashed! Anyway...I'm here...because I need a quiet environment to make my big announcement...

Shawn clears his throat...

Waters: I'm returning at Volatile Day!

Tom opens his mouth in shock.

Waters: I'm not sure in what capacity...but I promise I'll be there! That's right...one week...count it down people...I'll be back at Volatile Day. Soon enough...you'll see Shawn Waters and Krimzon Blaze tearing up CZW...just like before!

Shawn grins and leaves the scene...

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Tom: What a shock, Shawn Waters here… in the studio with me… wow! And what a statement too, Shawn Waters, back at Volatile Day, I can’t believe it, what an exclusive. Shawn Waters has, of course, been out for a few months now, and he’s made his intentions fairly obvious, there’s one man he has his sights set on, this PPV is getting me so hyped, hand on heart, I’ve never been more excited for a CZW event. So many scores to be settled. But first we have what looks set to be a great match, featuring Mike Monroe, Psycho Steve, and of course, the brand new star Mr. Killjoy, now this might be Killjoys first match, but it’s not his first appearance, which makes Mike Monroe’s involvment in this match all the more profound. Because, as we seen last week, Mr. Killjoy decided to make an impact by taking out Monroe’s Beautiful Agony tem mate Brian Kirkland. This match looks to be a great setting for revenge. However, it would beniave to count out Psycho Steve, hot off his first victory last week. And it seems they’re on their way out right now, so let’s get down to ringside

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Mr. Killjoy vs Mike Monroe vs Psycho Steve

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I Will Be Heard starts to play as Psycho Steve steps out from behind the curtain, The newest member of Next Generation rolls into the ring to the boos of the fans to await his two opponents. He looks up top as Sweet Dreams starts to play. It’s now time for the official debut of Mr. Killjoy. His scary visage appears through the curtain with a wide smile on his painted face. He steps out, the crowd not exactly sure how to react to him… Suddenly Mike Munroe bursts from the curtain, wearing a Beautiful Agony t-shirt and looking deranged. The crowd cheer like crazy, causing Killjoy to turn around… straight into a brutal superkick from Monroe. He mounts the clown and starts viciously punching him, standing once more he takes a few steps back, coming in with a standing corkscrew as the crowd go absolutely wild. He gets off and walks to the end of the stage, ripping off his t-shirt and throwing it to the fans. He turns to find Psycho Steve running towardshim in a clothesline, Mike ducks and hooks Steves neck from behind, pulling him backwards, he lifts him up as the crowd cheer louder… Inverted implant DDT! He bounds back up, but the fans are booing and screaming, Mike looks perplexed as he turns… Straight into a snap suplex by Killjoy, who is slow to get up, still recovering from Monroe’s attack. He shakes his head slightly and lifts Monroe back up, leading him so Mikes back is to the ring… and hits him with a low blow!. Mike sinks down to the floor curled up. Mr. Killjoy starts KICKING Mike down the ramp, rolling him over and over. The sadistic circus acts cocky twisted smile back in place. Once at the apron, he picks the still hurting Monroe up and spins him around, grabbing him around the waist. With extreme force he performs a release german suplex, sending Mike careering into the steel steps at ring side. The crowd gasp at the violence of the impact, which sent both Mike and the steps overnear the guardrail. Killjoy turns to see the end result, and starts clapping and hopping from foot to foot, his laughter echoing throughout the arena.. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Psycho Steve, running down the ramp towards him, and at the last second he sidesteps and hit’s a drop toe hold, sending Steves head bouncing off the apron, he collapses to the mat as Killjoy walks over to the wrecked Monroe and drags him to the apron, with some difficulty he lifts Mikes dead weight and rolls him into the ring and the waiting referee. He rolls in after and goes for a pin.

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And a kickout by Monroe… But Killjoy just keeps on smiling, he springs to his feet, and gets knocked straight back down by an incensed looking Psycho Steve, Steve turns Killjoy over and hooks a leg around his opponents leg, and bridges back into the Psycho lock! There’s no smile on Killjoys face now as he screams out in pain, the ref asks him if he wants to give it up… but he refuses, reaching out blindly, trying to grab the nearby rope. He keeps falling short though

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But Monroe is there, he reaches out and grabs Killjoys arm, stopping him giving in. Monroe keeps hold of that arm as he rolls to the outside, pulling Killjoy to the ropes. The ref makes Steve break the lock.

Steve gets up as the crowd cheer on Mikes actions, Steve slides from the inside out, catching Mike and sending him to the mat. He picks Monroe up and gets him in a belly to belly, but Mike applies the brakes, reversing the move into a belly to belly of his own. He gets up and runs straight to the barrier, leaping up and coming off in a double rotation moonsault and landing perfectly to the surprise and awe of the fans. But before he can take advantage Killjoy is already on him, having had time to recover. After a few stiff blows to the face he grabs Mike and rolls him inside, where Mike gets straight back to his feet, only to be met by a shoulder thrust from Killjoy from the apron, he steps inside and whips Mike to the turnbuckle, following up with a stiff clothesline. Mike falls from the force, straight onto Killjoys shoulders, who had gotten to one knee straight after the clothesline. He stands up and moves to the middle of the ring, Monroe out of iton his shoulders…. F5! And the cover

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NO, Steve got in there to break it up, just in time. Killjoy looks up… and smiles, rubbing his hands together like an exited child, the crowd, and Steve seem unsure as Mr. Killjoy starts to giggle. He raises to his feet, the laughter getting louder, he reaches into his inside jacket pocket… and pulls out…. A GUN!

The crowd start to scream as he points it at Steve, who just looks angry at the situation, though the realisation that this deranged freak may not be bluffing.

Killjoy looks at Steve…

He pulls the hammer back…

He pulls the trigger as Steve flinches violently…

BANG!!!

A giant BANG sign sticks out of the end, the crowd start to laugh at Steve and they’re own gullibility, Killjoy takes advantage of Steves distraction to spin him around and into a reverse suplex… COULROPHOBIA! And the cover

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NO! Unbelievably Mike is back up, and this crowd are going absolutely nuts with chants for Monroe he lifts Killjoy up and whips him to the ropes, landing a picture perfect dropkick on the return. He picks Killjoy back up and turn him, hooks his arms over Killjoys arms and turns, spinning in mid air, spiking his head on impact… executing the Blood from a Stone perfectly, even the audience gasps as Killjoys head bounces off the canvas, Mike is straight into a cover

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He hits Mike with a club to the neck, but too late, the ref calls for the bell and Mike Monroe has pulled out the victory, he raises to his feet as the ref holds up his hand….

BOOM!

Monroe gets floored by a hard spear from Steve, Killjoy rolls to the outside and gets helped up the ramp by staff , holding the top of his head.

Back in the ring and Steve has grabbed up Mike, who’s already worn out from the match. Steve goes for a short arm clothesline, but it’s ducked and countered into a swift DDT, the crowd explode, but just as suddenly start screaming. Mike turns around to find the other two members of The Next Generation sliding into the ring. Mike heads straight for Tim Timmons and floors him with a roaring elbow, he nips back up in time to block a swing from Rob Wright, sending in a few chops to Wrights chest, sending him back towards the turnbuckle.

Timmons is up and runs towards Monroe’s back, who sidesteps at the last minute, sending Timmons full force into Wright in the turnbuckle, Monroe laughs and turns…

DING!

Straight into a shot from Psycho Steve from the ring bell. Monroe is down and busted open as Timmons and Wright get back up, all three Next Generation members start laying boots into the bleeding Mike, over and over. The crowd suddenly raise the roof and Tim, Rob and Steve turn to see Brian Blaze and Brian Kirkland running down to the ring carrying chairs, they slide in and make a beeline for the CZWs newest stable, who all bail to the outside. Blaze keeps them at bay with the threat of the chair as Kirkland goes down and helps up the busted Mike.

Next Generation are over by the empty announcers desks, all with smug smiles on their face, watching Kirkland help Mike up the ramp, with Blaze following them, keeping an eye on the three men. Suddenly Blaze smiles, and turns no longer concentrating on the men, he taps Kirkland on the shoulder, he and Monroe turn… Kirkland takes a look and smiles, which infuriates the Next Generation. The crowd start cheering too, and with a seriously confused look Timmons turns and looks behind him, and sees both members of Toxic, standing on the announce table, looking down.

They leap, taking Timmons, Wright and Steve down in a double cross body as Beautiful Agony make their way behind the curtain.

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Tom: Well, without further ado, it looks like we’re getting the tag match earlier than expected, as Toxic have dragged Timmons and Wright into the ring and asked the ref to call for the bell… back to ringside

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Toxic vs Next Generation

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Mark and Jason lift Tim and Rob up and perform a double flapjack, Mark now holding Tim’s legs open as Jason scales the turnbuckle and jumps down ion a double leg drop, sending Tim rolling around the ring, grabbing his crotch. Jason then applies a figure four to Rob, who starts writhing in pain as Mark now goes up the turnbuckle, coming down in a headbutt. Mark holds his head at the pain of impact, but Rob seems knocked for six. Jason keeps the lock in and the ref raises the knocked out Robs arm

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But Timmons is there and throws the ref out of the way, knocking down Mark with a haymaker, he leg drops Jason, who breaks the hold.

Timmons then goes down to Rob and slaps him a few times until he comes round. Looking dizzy, Rob raises, and sidesteps Mark as he came shooting for him, but isn’t so lucky with Jason as he runs in and hits Wright with a flying elbow. Timmons locks up with mark, and takes him into a hammer lock, but Mark reverses into his own hammer lock and hit’s a bulldog, taking Timmons down.

Both Mark and Jason go to separate corners each and Mark flies of in a moonsault on Timmons, and rolls off just as Jason comes off his turnbuckle in a frog splash for the cover

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But Wright breaks it up in time, but Jason is already there, and hits Wright with a german suplex, sending him flying to the outside. They pick Timmons up and land a double drop kick and signal for the Toxic Surprise. Jason backrolls into Mark, who grabs his legs and slams him onto Timmons, staying there for the pin.

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PSYCHO STEVE FROM THE OUTSIDE! Knocking Jason off of Timmons, and spearing Mark to the ground, he looks deranged as he picks Mark back up… PSYCHO SLAM!, he then goes over to the rising Jason and throws him to the ropes, following close behind and taking them both over with a vicious clothesline. Once on the outside Steve raises back up, and for the second time this evening locks his leg into his opponents arching back into the Psycho Lock, he keeps it in place while on the inside Timmons has crawled over to Jason and drapes his arm over

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It’s over, the Next Generation win, Steve lets go of the lock and goes into the ring, just as Wright is coming in from the other side, Steve lifts Jason and punches him so hard he spins, right into the waiting clutches of Wright. Who raises him in a suplex… SEAL THE DEAL on Jason, Mark rolls to the inside to try and help his partner, only to be met by Wright and Steve, they hit a double clothesline as Timmons gets back up. He sees what’s going on and smiles. The crowd all around screaming their disapproval. He goes to Mark and picks him up swinging him upside down… T-CRUSHER! He shouts at Steve to drag Jason onto Mark, which he does as Wright springs onto the turnbuckle.

Jason is piled on top of Mark as Rob comes off with great height in the Wright Flight, landing with such force that he rolls off grasping at his ribs. Timmons helps him up as all three men face the crowd and raise their hands in the air, as the crowd boo. They walk up the ramp, leaving their opponents ruined in the ring as the Next Generations music starts to play.

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Tom: My god what a statement by The Next Generation, after dismantling Mike Monroe, who was none the less the victor, they went on to pull apart Toxic, sending a message to the CZW locker room that The Next Generation is here, and they are here to dominate. And it looks like they made a wise choice in recruiting Psycho Steve, who by all accounts looks to be dominant in his role as ‘the problem solver’.

Now we move on to the second part of the interview with World Heavyweight Champion Eric Collum, you’ll remember that last week we left it just at Jackal joining with Collum and Grantham, forming the Elite Revolution. And we pick it up from there. Oh, as a side note, at this time the screen beside us stopped working, so we had to finish the interview without refresher clips. But of course we know that you CZW fans will remember all this the night that it happened anyway. Now, on with the Interview

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Tom White interviews Eric Collum
Part 2

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Tom: We left things at the beginning of the Elite revolution, a team that would go on to gather two more members in the form of Mortius and Ronnie McNeil, at the time, how did you feel having them on board?

Collum: Well, to be quite honest with you Tom, a team composed of Eric Collum, Gregory Grantham, and Karl Jackson doesn't need very much help to be able to dominate the way we wanted to. But, as I've stated several times, our main enemy at the time was the Whole Damn Show. They continued to add members like Eddie Rowan and Bryan McNally, so we needed a couple of names to rival that. The three of us got together and decided that McNeil and Mortius would be the best fit for our group of elitists. So I guess while I didn't personally feel that we needed any additional members, it was nice having the two of them on board to help get us closer to our goals of domination.

Tom: Goals of Domination which came incredibly close, even so far as a match that if you won, would put you in control of CZW. But as we all know, Ronnie and Mortius betrayed you that night, Ronnie it seems just wanted to get a little more exposure to move up the ladder, and Mortius only to meet his own Grievance with the Elite Revolution after you got involved in his IC title match against Jackal the month before, Then to top it all off, JACKAL left to join with then CZW president Jesse Montana, not being presumptuous, but that must have been a dark time for you?

Collum: It definitely was something that neither Greg or myself saw coming. When it all started to crumble around us, I knew that the premonitions had come true. The Elite Revolution was falling apart, just like everyone had predicted. The first thought that entered my mind as I lay there on the mat, watching McNeil and Mortius run back down to the ring was that they weren't there to help, and that things were about to get ugly. It was one of those moments where I looked at Greg and he just kinda looked back at me like...."What the hell" y'know? And then it just kept getting darker and darker as I watched Jackson turn on us, and then even Grantham turning on myself. That was when I think the realization finally set in that it was all over.

Tom: but it seems that you and Grantham quickly that it was your destiny to be together, and after a short few weeks you got back together, and you won a shot at the world heavyweight championship. like a pheonix rising from the ashes, the Elite Revolution was born again. What was your mindset going into Evil Intentions?

Collum: My mindset going into Evil Intentions was one of complete focus. I had put all of the Stable Wars mess out of my mind, and even momentarily forgot about my alliance with Grantham. It was the biggest match of my career thus far, so I knew that I had to push it all to the side and remain concentrated on nothing other than defeating Maynard O'Toole and El Pablo and walking out of that arena with the World title around my waist.

Tom: Well, it was quite a moment, of course, furthering your Elit Revolution version 2 plans was the introduction of the returning Jeran Hudson, after which, you changed your name to 2-8-1, just quickly, why Jeran, and why the name change?

Collum: When Greg approached me after the one year anniversary show and tried to convince me that we should remain a tag team, with no other members in the group to distract us from success, I agreed. Then, I got a call from Jeran Hudson, who also wanted to form an alliance with me. After only a few moments of consideration, I knew that adding Hudson to the group could only make us stronger. I talked to Grantham about it, and we agreed to make this one exception. As for the name change, it fit perfectly. Jesse Montana had banned Elite Revolution from continuing on together. Grantham had just moved from Beaumont to Houston, where Jeran and I both reside. We needed a different name, a name with more simplicity, and yet, a name so unique that there would be no confusion when it was spoken aloud as to who the speaker was mentioning. 281 is an area code in Houston. Three simple letters, yet a phone call isn't even possible without them. Myself, Grantham, andHudson...Without the three of us, CZW would be just another run of the mill wrestling company. Thus, 2-8_1 was born.

Tom: Sound reasoning, and now, to end things off, im just one week you have your first title defense, there seems to be a curse since Jesse Montana held the title, and no one has passed thier first defense, how do you intend on beating the odds? Also, your thoughts on a very worth opponent in Eddie Rowan

Collum: I don't believe in curses, Tom. If there is one man in this company to break that streak of losing the title on the first defense, who better than the only man in the history of this company to have held two championship titles and never lost a title match? I was undefeated in title matches during my tenure as World Television Champion, and so it shall be during my reign as World Heavyweight Champion. As for Eddie Rowan, he is definitely not someone to be taken lightly. Eddie and I have been in the ring against one another twice before other than tonight, and I've come out on top on both occasions. But next week Eddie Rowan and I finally step into the ring one-on-one for the most prized possession in this industry. Eddie Rowan says I don't have a pinfall over him? That's all going to change at Volatile Day when I become the first man since Jesse Montana to walk away from my first World Title defense still...the World...Heavyweight...Champion!

Tom: Strong words from the champ, and we will have to wait till volotile day to see if they indeed come to fruition. Eric Collum, it has been an honour having you here on CZWs Unleashed, good luck next week

Collum: Thanks for having me Tom.

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Tom: Well, there we heard it from the champ, he’s looking to break this ‘’curse’’ that’s been plaguing the CZW champions as of late. But it’s time to press on, and now we have the important match between Big Nasty and Impaler. Impaler off course, out to prove that Jesse didn’t make a mistake by hiring him, and Nasty, as covered before, needs this win so he can move one step closer to being in contention for the Intercontinental Championship. Well, they are already in the ring, waiting to go, so lets take you down there…

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Big Nasty and Impaler are already in the ring. The bell rings and Nasty hits Impaler with a hard clothesline, knocking him to the ground. Nasty puts a few boots to Impaler and drags him to the center of the ring and locks on THE LEGENDARY HOLD! After a minute or so Impaler raises his hand to tap, but Nasty lets go of the hold, not wanting the match to end so soon. He picks Impaler up and grabs Jesse’s newest bitch by the neck. NASTY SLAM! But Nasty doesn’t go for the pin. One – two – three elbow drops on Impaler, followed by more stomps. Nasty picks Impaler up again and whips him hard into the far corner. Nasty comes running in and lands a huge splash on Impaler. Again Nasty grabs Impaler by the throat, but sets him up on the top turnbuckle. THE LEGENDARY FALL! Impaler is lying on the mat, face down and motionless. Nasty rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He slides back under the bottom rope and puts the chair under Impaler’s head. Nastygrabs Impaler by both arms….CURB STOMP ON THE CHAIR! Impaler has been busted open, and possible knocked out as Nasty picks him up and sets him up for a powerbomb type move. NASTY DROP! Nasty stands over the beaten and broken Impaler. Nasty goes for the pin…

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As Nasty celebrates, the Combatron goes out and comes back with Buck Evans, being shown from the shoulders up in front of a white wall, presumably back stage.

Buck: Nasty, you’ve shown a couple movin pitchers of me the last few weeks that I ain’t too sure was me after all. So I’m here, in yer locker room to see how yer doin it.

The camera zooms out to show the locker room. Buck reaches down in front of him and pulls Nasty’s bag up.

Buck: Let’s see what we got here.

Buck reaches with both hands into the bag.

Buck: Oooooooo, these here is pretty.

Buck pulls out lacy pink panties and twirls them on his finger. Nasty stands in the ring, speechless, mouth wide open.

Buck: Wonder why you got them in this here bag with all the rest of yer clothes. Let’s see what else we can find.

Again Buck reaches into the bag.

Buck: Well well, whata we got here?!

Buck pulls out a mask that looks an awful lot like him.

Buck: So this here is how you did it? I knew I didn’t ‘member nothing bout bein in the trunk of yer car, or bein in that bar the other night. Nasty, you may’ve been spendin time here lately with fake me, but at Volatile Day, you got the real me.

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Tom: Wow! It turns out that the recent smear campaign against Buck has been fully orchestrated by Big Nasty, maybe in the hopes to discredit him and make a mockery of him. Well, whatever the reasons he can’t escape facing him, one more time, to hopefully end their feud once and for all, at Volatile Day, in a last… man…. Standing match. This match looks set to be brilliant, two men, to settle the score.

Now it’s time for Unleasheds main event, that’s right, The aforementioned Buck Evans, hot off his message to Nasty, is going to step into that ring, to go one on one with…

WAIT! I have just been told that Brian Blaze has caught up with Mike King and demanded a match after the assault earlier… and King has agreed! Unbelievably we’re heading to ringside to finally see Blaze and King get it on

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Mike King and Brian Blaze square off in the ring, slowly pacing around as the bell rings.

They head to a lock-up, and Blaze takes control with an arm-wringer. He drives an elbow to the shoulder, followed by a second, and then wrings the limb once more. King takes Blaze over with a snapmare, breaking the hold, slapping his arm to get the feeling back.

Blaze hops up and charges in but King takes him down with a huge clothesline with his good arm! King pulls Blaze up and hurls him into the corner, following him in with a shoulder spear! He whips him to the far corner, but Blaze reverses! Blaze holds on, dragging him back with a short-arm, catching him with an inverted atomic drop! Standing enziguri! King hits the mat and Blaze goes for the pin!

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Blaze moves to the turnbuckle, hopping up quickly and leaping off with a diving elbow! King rolls out of the way! Blaze slowly starts to get up from the mat, but King charges in with the Shining Metallica!! Blaze dodges the kick just barely! He grabs King and goes for a German suplex! King rolls back and lands on his feet! He grabs Blaze in an inverted face-lock! CURTAIN CALL!!!

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Tom: Well, King may have still come off the victor, but Blaze finally got his fight, albeit with the injury from earlier, which must have played at least a small part in the decision. It may have been short, but it was fast paced and showed just a little of the skill these men have to offer, and I can’t wait until next week to see them going at it full tilt.

Now, we finally make it to the main event… Buck Evans to take on Alan Fiscus. Alan of course is embroiled in a bitter feud himself. Now, right now is where I would usually go on to detail some key point between Alan Fiscus and Matt Stylez, however it seems this week I was beaten to the punch, and rather than go over old ground with new shoes I’m just going to take you back to that scene form earlier in the week. Ladies and Gentleman…. Mean Dean Pokerland

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"... I am 'Mean' Dean Pokerlund, and I want to address at this time, a situation. A confrontation. Two men, each in their own right very successful, pitted against each other in a battle of strength... determination... and skill. Saturday night, February Twenty-Eighth... live in Austin, Texas. One is a thriller... the other is the solution. The build up all began last month in Puerto Rico, during CZW's pay-per-view event 'Evil Intentions.' It was a tag team affair, a street fight at that. On one side... the unholy union known as Jesse Montana and Karl Jackson. The other side... the brothers of anarchy, Matt Covey and Alan Fiscus. They were going tooth and nail, fisticuffs, until two men took it upon themselves to intervene. One, had vengeance on his agenda. 'The One Man Show' Ronnie McNeil had heard what Jesse Montana and The Jackal had to say about him the week before, after their swerve at the end of the stables elimination chamber match at the oneyear anniversary show in Rochester, New York. He wanted revenge on both men, but anyone in his sights was victim to his rage. The other man, seemingly had nothing to do with any of the four participants except for history. Making his return to the CZW after months of hiatus, Matt Stylez stole the spotlight and nailed both Montana and Fiscus to the surprise of the crowd. Then, a week later... Matt Stylez faced Bryan McNally, and directly after that bout Alan Fiscus sought his own revenge as he came down and attacked Matt. Later in the night, Matt came back down to the ring when Alan Fiscus was attacking Gregory Grantham after he narrowly defeated Alan's friend and stablemate, Eddie Rowan. But it didn't end there."

~~ As the man talks, you become more and more familiar with him. It dawns on you that this is CZW play-by-play analyst, Jarred Daniels, uncomfortably playing a role in his retro homage. ~~

'Dean'/Jarred"Last week, in Peru, another tag team match was held. Ronnie McNeil and Matt Stylez, known to dislike each other, against Whole Damn Show members Alan Fiscus and Bryan McNally. Days before the match took place, Alan Fiscus challenged Matt Stylez to a singles match at Volatile Day. Matt Stylez accepted, telling Alan to name any type of match he wants. After a surprising showing of teamwork on Matt and Ronnie's side, Matt Stylez got a clean pin over Alan Fiscus. This leads us to right here, right now, a week before the showdown. Each man has a 'warm up' match against a different opponent. Matt Stylez will face Matthew Jones on Overdrive, and Alan Fiscus will face Buck Evans

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Tom: And that of course leads us neatly on to the match itself, so it just remains for me to say see you in two weeks. Next week, like you, I will be sitting at home, in as much anticipation, watching the sure-to-be excellent Volatile Day. Enjoy Overdrive everyone, and I will see you soon

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Alan Fiscus vs Buck Evans

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“Ramblin Man” by The Allman Brothers plays through out the arena as Buck Evans makes his way out from the back. He receives cheers from the crowd as he gets in the ring.

"STREETCLEANER" by GODFLESH blasts through out the arena as The Sadistic Solution; Alan Fiscus makes his way out to the ring, staring right through Buck Evans.

The two men get in each other’s face and Alan proceeds to slap Buck in his jaw. Alan grabs Buck and attempts to Irish whip him into the corner of the ring but Buck reverses it, sending Alan into the corner, crashing right into the turnbuckle. Buck lifts Alan up and sets him on the top, Buck then climbs the turnbuckle, hooks Alan and executes a superplex. Buck goes for the cover…

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STUN GUN!!

Buck is down now after he bounced off of the ropes. Alan turns around to pose to the booing crowd as Buck gets back up to his feet, he grabs the ropes and begins shaking them profusely. It seems Buck has been struck with a sudden surge of energy. HE’S BUCKING UP!! BAH GOD HE IS BUCKING UP!! Alan throws a punch but it has no effect on the Buckster. Buck bounces off the ropes and nails Alan with a clothesline. Alan gets back up but Buck hits another clothesline on Alan. Buck picks up Alan in a gorilla press, he holds him up for a few seconds then drops him and Alan hits the mat hard as the crowd goes nuts. Buck covers Alan…

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MISSISSIPPI TWISTER!!!

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Suddenly Big Nasty is there in the ring, he looks at Fiscus, who looks back and smiles a sadistic smile. He picks up Buck and throws him towards Nasty then, without a backwards glance he rolls under the ropes and walks up the ramp, leaving Buck trying to struggle out from Nasty, who has rolled him up onto his shoulders. As Fiscus goes behind the curtain Buck manages to jump over Nasty’s head, landing and turning, both men ready to attack… suddenly the combatron goes black and a voice issues out, stopping both men in their tracks as they look up to the screen.

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The screen turns to the CZW Unleashed logo, in red. The crowd are silent as the familiar voice of the president of Unleashed is heard over the speakers.

PoU: Nasty, I told you to win tonight’s match to get your shot for IC gold, and like a good little monkey you did as you were told.

Buck and the crowd start to laugh as Nasty turns red with anger.

PoU: But lets face it, this week you ruined a damn expensive suit, and you still refuse to leave Buck Evans alone, even though your sights should be set on something bigger. So as I’m a man of my word, I’ll tell you what, you will get your shot at the IC title… IF you win against Buck at Volatile Day.

Nasty smiles and nods his head

PoU: HOWEVER! If you lose… your shot goes to BUCK!

This time it’s Buck that smiles, looking around as the crowd go wild. Nasty’s smile drops slightly, but he seems confident as he steps through the ropes and starts towards the back. Buck waiting in the ring as the crowd chant his name

BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!

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Overdrive begins as it shows on the Combat-Tron many clips of CZW wrestling, skits from 2008 and classic events, every superstar involved. Eventually the cameras cut live into the Coliseo El Pueblo in Cali, Colombia. Fireworks blast off as the fans are loud, drowning out the CZW Overdrive theme tune that plays over the speakers. The cameras soon cut on the CZW Commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.

DANIELS: Hello and welcome to the final Overdrive of February and the final episode of the South American tour, we are live here in Cali, Colombia. This is last Overdrive before Volatile Day, the second CZW Pay-Per-View of 2009...but about this week, what a show we have for you.

MASTERS: Main Event here tonight folks, Mr. Montana against El Pablo, the man who stole his World Title off him, they fight one on one for the first time ever.

DANIELS: Stole? Anyway, we also have a battle of stables as we find out who is the best between Whole Damn Show and 2-8_1.

MASTERS: Yeah and if you remember the last stable wars, then if that is anything to go by, it should be quite some match.

DANIELS: That is tonight, and last week we saw the return of Brian Damage, now the new CZW Chairman, most of us here still reeling from that, especially Jesse Montana…

MASTERS: The man who should be CZW President.

DANIELS: But he is the former President, and our opening match for tonight’s Overdrive was made by the FORMER CZW President.

MASTERS: That is up next, and I can’t wait to see Krimzon Blaze get what he so rightly deserves.

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"The Aerial Specialist" KRIMZON BLAZE -vs- "The Future" JERAN HUDSON

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TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, Overdrive’s opening contest is set for one fall.

DANIELS: Yeah we kick things off here with this opening match, set up last week by the devious Jesse Montana.

MASTERS: I believe it was actually Jeran’s idea this match, it’s like this, he scratches Montana’s back then Montana scratches his, other CZW superstars should learn from Jeran Hudson, he shows Jesse Montana respect and he is indeed the Future of this Company.

DANIELS: That he may be, but could he be the future CZW X Division champion, as we found out last week during the meeting between Montana and Hudson, he is clearly after the X Division Title, and he may very well get his shot if he beats Krimzon Blaze here tonight.

MASTERS: Well that is a certainty, and I respect what Jeran Hudson is doing, I mean a man with his ability could fight for Intercontinental, even World Title maybe, but he wants to become and X Champion and give the Title the credibility it deserves, what a kind man he really is.

DANIELS: Well I believe Brian Kirkland and Jacob Havok have done a great job of making that Title belt as prestigious as it can get, Jeran clearly is yet again letting his ego flail out of control. However with Montana allowing this match to take place, he is only helping in making Jeran’s ego that little bit bigger, and who knows what lengths this man is willing to go to.

MASTERS: He will do what he needs to do, win this match, impress Montana and shows the World and especially Jacob Havok, that the Future is after his belt.

DANIELS: Yes and the X Title has a flurry of contenders at the moment, Mike Monroe, Brian Kirkland, the new guy, Mr. Kiljoy, and of course the man who owns the X Division briefcase, Bryan McNally.

MASTERS: There not true contenders like Jeran Hudson is, their merely extras.

DANIELS: Oh and like a jack in the box, these fans spring to life as the sound of the ever familiar ‘Headstrong’ by TRAPT plays on our stereos, and as the song echoes throughout this sold out arena we wait for the arrival of the Aerial Specialist, and the man who has embarrassed our esteemed General Manager not at the end of TWO Overdrive’s now, Krimzon Blaze!

MASTERS: Only giving Jesse Montana more fuel for Volatile Day, not a smart thing in my books.

TOWERS: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 lbs and hailing from Detroit, Michigan…The Aerial Specialist…KRIMZON BLAZE!

The lights go out. TRAPT - HEADSTRONG hits the P.A. very loudly, with only a single white spotlight at the top of the entrance-way. K-Blaze walks out, and throws his arms into an X, as a smatter of red X's in pyro shoot off from each side he's standing. The CombatTron video shows K-Blaze pulling off high-risk moves such as the Shooting Star Leg-Drop on El Pablo during the Tag Team Tandem Match, and hitting the Kode Of Silence on an already busted-up Shawn Waters & AAN, as well as that Moonsault off the ladder onto Mido in the TLC Match, and highlights of the Ultimate X Chamber contest. K-Blaze then gets to the ring steps, walks up them, and springboards off the ropes and lands on his feet.

DANIELS: Krimzon managing to bring the house down tonight, what an opening contest this should be.

MASTERS: Not for Krimzon I can assure you, as we now witness the arrival of the future X Division Champion.

TOWERS: And his opponent hailing from Houston Texas and weighing in at 245 lbs…The Future…JERAN HUDSON!

Jeran walks out, his eyes focused on Blaze inside the ring, getting a few boos from the fans until they spot Jesse Montana who walks behind him, causing a racket of boos. Jeran walks confidently down the ramp as Montana follows, staying out of the ring.

MASTERS: Oh and lucky for us Jarred, looks like we are going to be joined by Jesse Montana, our CZW General Manager.

DANIELS: I’m afraid not William, put your tongue back in your mouth, he is just watching this match from ringside, however this doesn’t spell good news for Krimzon Blaze, as they both stare at each other before this match begins…AND OH CHEAP SHOT BY JERAN!

MASTERS: It was totally called for, Krimzon was not even paying attention.

DANIELS: But the bell had not sounded yet!

MASTERS: Doesn’t matter, as soon as you step foot into the ring with this dangerous man, you better watch him without even blinking, as we all know or SHOULD know by now, he is like a viper, he can attack and end the match within a matter of seconds.

DANIELS: Well as Jeran beats down Krimzon, making this sick SOB at ringside smile, the bell eventually rings, Krimzon Blaze clearly starting this match badly. Jeran lifts up Blaze as he hit’s a strong European Uppercut, Blaze has not even had a chance to breath yet.

MASTERS: That is Jeran’s game, stay on the opponent, attack him from all angles and keep them down where he is most dangerous.

DANIELS: Well he looks dangerous here, although he did get his advantage from blindsiding the Aerial Specialist. Jeran is now stomping Blaze in the corner, and Jesse Montana his screaming words in the ear of Blaze, but I don’t think he can hear him.

MASTERS: I doubt Blaze knows where he is right now. Jeran lifts Blaze up again, although the little guy can hardly stand, Jeran with another thunderous European Uppercut.

DANIELS: Blaze hasn’t been able to gain focus yet in this match, and Jeran is pounding him down now with fists in the same corner, Montana is getting his wish alright, and these fans are hating this assault.

MASTERS: You really think Jeran cares? Hell no, he is looking out for number one, and if hurting Blaze means he gets his Title shot, then so be it.

DANIELS: That is just deranged, and Krimzon Blaze could be hurt early on here, Jeran dragging him to the center of the ring where he drops an elbow, and a quick cover here…

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DANIELS: Kicking out is not being stubborn, it is being brave, Krimzon will lay down for no man, and I believe the fact Montana is watching this contest from ringside will only spur him on to fight back more.

MASTERS: Spur him on all it can,. He is going to need a miracle to get past Jeran here tonight, the man who beat KB’s partner El Pablo just a fortnight ago.

DANIELS: Big win for the Future that was. Jeran is now applying a sleeper hold to the Aerial Specialist, and so far we have not been able to see any of that aerial expertise Krimzon can bring to a match, so far we have not managed to see him gain any offence at all, William.

MASTERS: Just like I predicted Jarred, Jeran is cruising through this match to take his rightful spot as number one contender for the X Division Title belt.

DANIELS: Well as these fans pick up their chants for Blaze, he begins to fight back, now having a resurgence of energy, he gets to his knees, Montana is screaming for Jeran to apply more pressure but I believe Blaze is about to break free, elbow to the gut, he is now on his feet, another elbow, and a third, Jeran lets go…but no he pulls him back…OH MY!

MASTERS: There it is again, the dangerous modified back/neck breaker, only Jeran Hudson does that move and so far it has destroyed his opponents. Jesse Montana has a huge smile on his face…

DANIELS: Maybe he is wishing he had this Hudson on his side for all time…

MASTERS: I doubt the Sensation, YOUR BOSS needs anymore muscle on his team, Jesse Montana and the Jackal is more than enough, but Jeran Hudson would be an impressive addition to the team.

DANIELS: Well unfortunately for Jesse he is apart of the newly named 2-8_1, accompanied with Jesse Montana’s former team mate Gregory Grantham and the World Heavyweight Champion Eric Collum.

MASTERS: Quite impressive don’t you think…

DANIELS: Very…but back to the action here, and as the fans are silenced, Jesse Montana hit’s a drum roll on the apron, and everyone knows exactly what the Future is thinking here, Jeran Hudson now slithering around on the canvas like a snake ready to pounce.

MASTERS: Seems like he has made quick work of the Aerial Specialist here, and how is this man believing he can combat Jesse Montana at the PPV?!

DANIELS: Jeran Hudson waits, Krimzon climbs up to his feet using the ropes as leverage, this could very well be it, Jeran Hudson has picked his spot…and here he is…EYE OF RA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MASTERS: How in the World did he reverse the Eye of Ra?!

DANIELS: This Krimzon is fast, we all know his pace and technical ability, and I put my money on saying that super kick had something to do with Montana out here at ringside, who by the way is furious, wow look at him, he looks more red than El Pablo’s face in one of his normal matches!

MASTERS: Calm down Mr. Montana, it will all be okay.

DANIELS: Krimzon is back on his feet now as he stares down at the Sensation, these two men will compete against each other one on one for the first time even next week folks at Volatile Day…be sure not to miss that, however our opening match may just have turned completely around here now, Jeran standing back up but there is Blaze, right hand, left hand, right…left…right…

MASTERS: My goodness me Jarred, you sound like my damn GPS for my porche.

DANIELS: Krimzon now Irish whips Jeran to the ropes, he bounces off, this match has just picked up the pace as KRIMZON JUST HIT’S A FEROCIOUS SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!!!!

MASTERS: What the face you idiot, that could be worth millions.

DANIELS: Jeran is back up but Krimzon spears him into the corner, now hitting stinging knife edge chops, the echo is loudly sprawling through this sold out arena. Krimzon now Irish whips him to the opposite corner…

MASTERS: But Jeran intelligently rolls out under the ropes, regaining his breath, how smart from the Future.

DANIELS: And why is Montana taking it upon himself to shout at Jeran, if he is not too careful Jeran may knock Montana out here…WAIT…KRIMZON BLAZE…NO WAY…

MASTERS: AHHHH…MR. MONTANA!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: THESE FANS HAVE JUST GONE INSANE FOR THE AERIAL SPECIALIST….SUICIDE DIVE KNOCKING BOTH MEN DOWN!!!!!!

MASTERS: How dare Krimzon aiming for Mr. Montana like that, he should be escorted from the arena for that.

DANIELS: It’s Jesse that should be escorted away, he is not even meant to be out here for this match. And he deserved everything he got there.

MASTERS: You’re a sadist Jarred, just like all of these lone shark Colombians!

DANIELS: Krimzon now picks up Jeran, and I have no idea how Blaze can even stand after that, but he can and he gets a quick cover…

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DANIELS: Jeran with a fairly easy kick out there. Blaze is back up though running off at pace once again…

MASTERS: Not another suicide dive, this time he may aim for us Jarred!

DANIELS: No suicide dive…a LIONSAULT! And another cover!

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DANIELS: Longer count that time, but Jeran still not staying down. Montana still looks to be down though.

MASTERS: He probably caught a foot in the mouth from that crazed lunatic Krimzon Blaze, not that you seem to care Jarred!

DANIELS: Can’t say I do. But what I do care about is this match, Krimzon now lifting Jeran up and I am not sure this is wise, maybe it’s best to keep Jeran grounded for the time being, while Krimzon has the momentum.

MASTERS: Jeran could snap his fingers and hit his Eye of Ra at any second.

DANIELS: Not this time though, Krimzon now hit’s a TWIST OF FATE…NO…JERAN COUNTERS…NO…KRIMZON ENDING UP HITTING A REVERSE TWIST OF FATE…AMAZING ACTION HERE!

MASTERS: He should try and get the cover here now, I have no idea why he is trying to go to the top rope here, he is just giving Jeran more time to recover.

DANIELS: You could be right William, however Krimzon has always been a daredevil. He reaches the top and I think we all know what could be coming here, the fans are on their feet as Krimzon lines up Jeran for the…HOLY SHOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DANIELS: PATHETIC! Jesse Montana there with a blatant interference, cheating as he knocks the ropes thus knocking Krimzon of balance.

MASTERS: Your leaving out the best part, Blaze landing on his genitals, and Jesse Montana looks happy again.

DANIELS: The damn cheat. And look at this, Jeran almost springs off the canvas knowing he has a perfect opportunity for the win here. Jeran grabs Krimzon who can’t fight back now.

MASTERS:I think this could be his dreaded Elevated Spike DDT, and Krimzon is in real danger here.

DANIELS: You don’t say, and this would be a despicable way for this match to end. HE HITS IT…GOOD GOD WHAT IMPACT!!!!!!!!

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MASTERS: Your not going to kick out from that, not even everyone’s hero Krimzon Blaze.

DANIELS: And what was this supposed to be some kind of revenge from the boss tonight, how disgraceful.

TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this contest…the Future…JERAN HUDSON!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: This man is simply impressive, and he goes on to fight for the X Title, don’t know when but when the time comes, the champion better wish for a miracle.

DANIELS: Wait Montana is now getting into the ring, has he not had enough excitement out here, what does he want now?!

MASTERS: He wants to prove his point Jarred, you don’t cross the boss.

DANIELS: And he needs Jeran with him to prove that does he?

MASTERS: I think Jeran is just doing it because he enjoys to hurt people.

DANIELS: Someone needs to stop this, Montana is now holding Krimzon down, he can’t fight back, I doubt he even knows where he is after that DDT.

MASTERS: A very bad place, that is where your Aerial Specialist is right now, and we all know what could be coming here, another career ending move from the Future, Jeran Hudson…

DANIELS: NO…NOT THE PUNT KICK…SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS…

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DANIELS: YES! El Pablo helps his friend out, and of course El Pablo knows all about that Punt Kick, almost being hit with it two weeks back now, and who knows what would have happened if this mad man had got both of them.

MASTERS: Jeran and Jesse walks back up the ramp, heading to the back and Jeran leaves with his side of the deal complete, although you have to think, he did not truly achieve what he wanted.

DANIELS: No that lunatic wanted to end the career of Krimzon Blaze here tonight, helped by the deranged Former CZW president, Jesse Montana.

MASTERS: I can’t wait for Volatile Day for their match up Jarred…

DANIELS: Yeah that next week, thanks to El Pablo, if he had not saved Blaze who knows when we would have seen him again. Anyway folks, we will be right back after these commercials.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Serial Thriller" MATT STYLEZ -vs- "Devils Advocate" MATTHEW JONES

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TOWERS: "This match is scheduled for one fall"

"Papercut" by Linkin Park begins to play over the PA

TOWERS: "Introducing first... begin led to the ring by Jennifer Pure and hailing from parts unknown... weighing in at 297 pounds... The Devil's Advocate... MATTHEW JONES!"

The crowd boos as both of them walk out. They pose for a moment, but head directly to the ring as if they meant business

TOWERS: "And his opponent..."

"Psychosocial" by Slipknot begins to play

TOWERS: "Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio and weighing in at 235 pounds... The Serial Thriller... MATT STYLEZ!"

The lights dim as Matt comes out and dances it up for the crowd. They cheer loudly for him as he high fives fans on the way to the ring. He slides in, and Jones immediately attacks him as he's still down

MASTERS: "Get him, Jones!"

DANIELS: "The referee, Wyatt Lewis, calls for the bell and this match is officially underway."

** DING DING **

MASTERS: "Jones is laying into Matt, repeatedly pounding on his back with double ax-handles... He picks Stylez up and throws him to the ropes... back body drop! Matt caught some air on that one!"

DANIELS: "Jones is looking to make a name for himself with this match, as he's just unleashing fury on Stylez."

MASTERS: "He picks Stylez up and takes him to a corner... slams his head down on the turnbuckle... again... I think he's going to beat Stylez here tonight!"

DANIELS: "He is certainly vying for such an opportunity, he turns Stylez around and chops him hard across the chest. He irish whips Matt into the opposite corner... He comes running in... no, Matt with a boot to the incoming head of Jones! Jones stumbles back... Matt springboards off of the nearest ropes and nails Jones with a dropkick! He picks Jones up and chops him hard across the chest. He runs to the ropes, and ducks a clothesline by Jones. On the rebound, Jones goes for another back body drop... but Stylez stops and grabs his head... swinging neckbreaker! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Stylez gets up and picks Jones up... He throws him to the nearest turnbuckle... but Jones comes storming right back with a vicious clothesline, nearly taking Matt out of his boots! Jones looks a little dazed but he's trying to shake out of it. He picks up Stylez and slaps on a sleeperhold. Stylez waves his arms around... but he grabs Jones' head and drops it down in a jawbreaker!"

DANIELS: "Both men are out for a moment... Matt slowly gets up... nails a kick on the back of Jones. He picks Jones up and nails an elbow to his face. He runs to the ropes.. but Jones catches him by the throat! Jones nails Matt with a choke slam! Pinfall attempt!"

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DANIELS: "Jones is frustrated. He picks Matt back up and nails a bodyslam. He steps outside and climbs to the nearest top turnbuckle. The crowd is booing him as he eggs them on. He runs his thumb over his throat, indicating Matt's end. Matt is stirring.. Jones jumps... STYLEZ CATCHES HIM IN MIDAIR WITH A HIGH STYLE!!"

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TOWERS: "And here is your winner, MATT STYLEZ!!"

DANIELS: "Stylez pulled out the win out of nowhere, with the element of surprise as his arsenal. He --"

Suddenly, "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh begins to play

MASTERS: "Oh damn."

DANIELS: "You know what that means! Alan Fiscus is about to make his presence known!"

Alan Fiscus walks out, as Matt Stylez is looking up at him. Matthew Jones rolls out of the ring. Fiscus is wearing faded blue jeans, combat boots, and a "Dead Kennedys: In God We Trust Inc." t-shirt. His beard is full, and his hair is wild. He has a microphone in his hand

FISCUS: "Cut the music! CUT THE MUSIC!"

The music abruptly stops

FISCUS: "Matt Stylez! Listen up, punk! What happened last week, that was a FLUKE. You getting the pin over me, it took BOTH of your finishers for such a feat! If you expect more of the same at Volatile Day, you are sadly... sadly mistaken. Austin, Texas is gonna hold host to a brutal massacre. A proverbial lynching. A bloody mess. You say you don't care what type of stipulation we have for our match? Well, neither do I, son! But I have been dreaming about the possibilities ever since you revealed your ignorance in the form of apathy. I thought about... a 3 LEVELS OF PAIN MATCH!"

The crowd cheers for the mention of this CZW classic

DANIELS: "Look at Matt's smile of suprise to that suggestion!"

FISCUS: "... but then, I thought better of it. That one didn't have the right... feel. So I thought to myself... another Cage match? A Hell in a Cell, perhaps?"

The crowd also cheers for this

FISCUS: "No, no... that doesn't justify the means. You're right, Stylez, it doesn't truly matter what type of match it is. As long as I can get my hands around your throat and shake the life out of you, I'll be satisfied. As long as I can feel your blood pour between my fingers, bathing in your life source, I will be pleased."

DANIELS: "Stylez isn't liking this, he's telling Fiscus to bring it!"

MASTERS: "Stylez can wait, that's the mastermind talking to him!"

FISCUS: "But there was a little nugget I stumbled upon that struck my eye a fancy. Another one from the vaults. A match I have always been intrigued by, but never had the chance to participate in... until now."

Fiscus has a sadistic smile stretching across his face, as Matt in the ring isn't intimidated one bit

FISCUS: "You're not fooling me, I know you're itching in your pants to know what I have in mind. You don't impress me, Stylez, you never have. You try to pull that crap you just did with Jones on me, and you'll be wearing your ass as a hat for a month. I want to see you bleed, Matthew. I want to feel the THRILL. So in Austin, Texas.. at Volatile Day.. I challenge you to..."

"A GREENHOUSE MATCH!"

The crowd react loudly

DANIELS: "Whoa! A greenhouse match! El Pablo's creation!"

MASTERS: "And look at Stylez, he's smiling and shaking his head!"

FISCUS: "So you accept then?"

Stylez shakes his head yes, the crowd is chanting "STY-LEZ! STY-LEZ! STY-LEZ!"

FISCUS: "Excellent. You just signed your death warrent, Stylez. I'll see you in Austin!"

DANIELS: "A Greenhouse Match is where there are panes of glass placed all around the ring, for each combatant to use and abuse. There are also four custom built glass tables on each side of the ring. We have had two Greenhouse matches before and they were bloody brawls and ended up looking like severe carwrecks! What havoc could these two bring in Austin?"

"Psychosocial" begins to play as Alan drops the mic from his mouth. He smiles widely down at Matt, who returns the stare and smile. Suddenly, Matthew Jones is up and attacks Stylez from behind! He picks him up and smashes him down with a power bomb. Matthew stares down at the fallen Matt as Alan continues to smile, mockingly clapping his hands.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Emo Prince" JACOB HAVOK -vs- "Epitome of Technical Finesse" JUSTIN MARSHAM

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Marsham and Havok are already in the ring, ready to face off. The crowd are cheering Havoks name.

Daniels: And here he is, Jacob Havok, hot off his unification win against Brian Kirkland, the X-Division champ locks up with the IC number one contender Justin Marsham. And it’s Marsham who comes of better, as he throws a few chops before applying an armbar takedown.

Havok is quick to break the hold though and rolls back up. Marsham goes for another tie up, but Havok ducks under, landing a dropkick to Justins back, sending him down to the mat. Jacob is quick to take advantage as he hit’s a standing moonsault and the cover

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Havok rolls off clutching his midriff while Marsham scrambles over and locks in the Executioners Song. The ref gets down, asking Havok if he wants to give it up. But he refuses and Marsham pulls back, adding real pressure to the hamstrings and lower back of Havok, Havok screams out and the referee asks once more if he’s ready to give it up. Jacob shakes his head violently and starts crawling over to the ropes, egged on every step by the cheering of the fans

HAVOK HAVOK HAVOK

Marsham shakes his head as he tries to apply the brakes, but to no avail as Jacob finally reaches the ropes, grabbing them tightly, holding on for dear life. The ref makes Marsham break the hold, and once he does Havok rolls straight to the outside, looking for a little reprieve.

He doesn’t get one however as an incensed looking Marsham follows him out. He grabs Havok into an irish whip… reversed…. And Marsham himself goes flying into the barricade full force. Havok reaches under the ring and grabs out a chair, which he sets up near the apron. He himself gets on the apron and starts goading Marsham to get up. Which he does and jumps onto the apron and starts trading blows with Havok, both men out on a limb, Marsham lands one… two… three…. The third spinning Havok around, Marsham grabs him and goes for a reverse scoop…

Daniels: HAVOK REVERSED! HURRICANRANA SENDING MARSHAM INTO THE CHAIR ON THE OUTSIDE!!! Amazing, the set up chair just crumpled under Marshams impact. Havok stands back up and heads to the ring announcers table… grabbing his belt? Masters: What are you doing you idiot? The match isn’t over yet.

Daniels: I think he knows that… he goes up top the turnbckle facing away from Marsham and holding that title to his chest… I think I know what’s coming…

Masters: Oh god, so do I! NO!

Daniels: YES! AGONY MOONSAULT WITH THE BELT! He lands with FORCE on Marsham, in the process doing quite a bit of damage to himself.

Havok is holding his stomach, as he makes his way to his feet, he drags up Justin and rolls him into the ring for the cover

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Daniels: NO! Marsham with a foot on the ropes, the crowds cheers quickly turns to boos as they realise.

Masters: Thank god, Marsham still has a chance to be the victor, as he so obviously deserves

Havok lifts the unresisting Marsham back up, and sets him up for a swinging cutter, but Justin reverses on the swing… turning it into a quick lungblower! He goes for a cover

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Daniels: Both men slowly back to their feet as they hook up once more. Marsham hit’s a gut kick and sets up for the Assassination DDT

Masters: Dammit, Havok reverses and signals for the D.I.F.H

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Masters: But the masterful Marsham turns it into a sitdown powerbomb and stays there for the pin

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Daniels: But these fans are on their feet as Marsham and a severely out of breath Havok raise once more, what’s left that these men can do to one another?

Marsham runs in and goes for and Enziguri of his own, but Havok ducks and goes to one knee, which Marsham lands on as a result of the botched move. Marsham gets to one knee, he too now holding his ribs. Both men hook up again and Marsham comes off better, sending Havok into the ropes and crouching down for a back body drop on the return, but Havok is ready and hooks Marshams head

Daniels: D……I……F……H!!! Marsham is down an Havok gets a double hook pin

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Masters: MARSHAM WINS, LIKE HE ALWAYS SHOULD! WOOO!

The crowd roar their disapproval at the result as Marsham rolls out of the ring and makes his way backwards up the ramp, a cocky smile on his face.

Daniels: Next up we see the man Marsham has had a rivalry with for many weeks now, Chris Ross against the Ripper, Bryan McNally, stay tuned folks.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Ripper" BRYAN McNALLY -vs- The King Pin" CHRIS ROSS

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Daniels: What a show it has been so far and it’s only going to get better up next King Pin Chris Ross is taking on the monster from the Whole Damn Show, Bryan McNally.

Last by Nine Inch Nails then hit’s the sound system as Justin Marsham is on the stage and is walking down the ramp towards the announcers table.

Daniels: Here comes Chris Ross’ opponent at Volatile Day Justin Marsham, wonder what he is doing out here.

Masters: That answer is obvious, he is scouting Chris Ross to see if he can actually wrestle and he wants me to have someone with a brain to talk to.

Justin: Time to see if the King Pin can actually perform a move that doesn’t involve a damn weapon.

Masters: Great to have you out here Justin, and judging by the music playing over the sound system here comes your opponent for Volatile Day.

Phenomenon by Thousand Foot Krutch is playing over the sound system as the fans start to cheer as Chris Ross is on the stage taunting for the fans as he makes his way to the ring.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring, he is from Honolulu Hawaii . “The King Pin” Chris Ross.

Chris Ross is in the ring as he notices Justin Marsham at the announcers table and starts yelling some smack talk when Live Forever by Soulidium is playing and the fans begin to boo as Bryan McNally is on the stage.

Jessica: And, his opponent hailing from Chicago Illinois he is The Ripper Bryan McNally.

Masters: McNally is in the ring and damn it he means business one person who I would not want to meet in a Dark Alley.

Justin: Let’s just hope he gives Ross a lesson in how to wrestle. Nice start there by McNally Chris Ross goes for the tie up and McNally turns it into a quick vertical suplex. Actual wrestling is something Ross isn’t accustomed to.

Daniels: McNally is back in the corner as Ross is on one knee quickly getting back up from the suplex as the lock eyes. Chris Ross goes back into the center of the ring as he motion to McNally to bring it on. McNally charges as Ross hit’s a drop toe hold. Ross spins around and turns it into a Front Headlock great mat work from Chris Ross.

Justin: It’s alright but McNally is on his feet as now Ross has a standing front headlock sinched in.

Masters: Not for long McNally hit’s a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex and a cover 1...no Chris Ross gets the shoulder up. Ross is up as he charges at McNally who hit’s a overhead Belly to Belly suplex. McNally is clearly in the driver seat Justin as Ross slides out of the ring.

Justin: Exactly, Ross can’t hack it when it comes to actual wrestling.

Daniels: McNally is on the prowl as he goes to grab Ross’ hair to pull him in the ring and Ross just cracks McNally in the skull with a steel chair, the no rules of CZW living up to the hype.

Justin: Absolutely disgusting. There is nothing skilful about cracking some guy in the skull with a steel chair, that is just cowardice.

Masters: What is disgusting to some is beautiful to others as Chris Ross is clearly in the drivers seat. He has the Steel Chair in the ring with him as he is letting McNally to his feet as he is swinging for the fences as McNally ducks and Chris turns around and is met with some Green Mist.

Justin: Not technically sound about mist but Ross clearly started it with a chair. I wouldn’t have needed the mist if I was in the ring.

Daniels: Maybe Justin, but you wouldn’t have a head either as Chris |Ross is down on one knee and met with a Glowing Magician from McNally Chris Ross could be unconscious.

Masters: This is just beautiful there is no one stopping McNally as he lifts Ross up and going for his Second City Saviour but it appears like Ross is blocking it. McNally trying again to lift Ross up as he blocks it again and Ross hit’s a suplex of his own. McNally is quick to his feet charging at Ross and he is hit with a Samoan drop. Ross goes for the cover 1...2...no McNally gets the shoulder up.

Justin: Nice little sequence from Ross there.

Daniels: Ross doesn’t appear to be done either as he is calling for a power bomb. He has McNally up, an amazing show of strength by Ross and Ross hit’s the power bomb. Ross goes for the cover 1...2...no McNally gets the shoulder.

Masters: Ross wondering what he has to do to beat McNally as he is waiting for McNally to get up. Ross is charging as McNally side steps and throws Ross into the corner. McNally is now choking Ross with his boot just a perfect move nothing Ross can do about that. McNally breaks before the Ref counts to five as Ross stumbles out of the corner and Bryan hit’s a Standing Gut-wrench Power bomb.

Justin: Out of no where, just like when he stole my ride…

Daniels: Ross although clearly lost a lot of stamina in this match, he still seems to be wanting to climb the top rope, and this is a daredevil tactic..

Masters: It’s what you have to do to put down a man of 7 feet tall Jarred, have you ever tried? No, I didn’t think so.

Daniels: Well no I haven’t, but I am certainly not a 300 pound Hawaiian either. The crowd seem to be enjoying this contest so far, and Ross is now balancing on the top rope…could it be…

Justin: I know all about this one…TIDAL WAVE SPLASH!!!!!

Masters: No Bryan springs up, what agility for such a big man…Ross is going to get caught here…

Daniels: I DON’T BELIEVE IT! BICYCLE KICK ON ROSS AS HE WAS LANDING!!!!!!!!!!

Justin: Ouch, that is lights out!

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Towers: The winner of this match by pinfall, BRYAN McNALLY!

Daniels: What a counter by the Ripper! WAIT…WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!

Masters: Stop asking so many questions, he doesn’t have to explain himself to you.

The match concludes and the winner is announced -- but that does not look like the end. Justin Marsham throws down his head-set and quickly departs the commentator's table. He slides into swiftly to take on an oblivious Chris Ross. Marsham launches himself across the ring, striking Ross from behind with a clubbing forearm blow to the back of his shoulders. This propels Ross forward and -- as quickly as he can muster the strength -- rolls out of the ring!

Marsham goes to follow, but Ross waves him off and snatches a microphone up from the ring hand.

Chris Ross: "No, no! Wait, wait, wait Mr. Marsham! I'd think heavily about what you're planning to do. Remember. I hold your Mr. Black's life in my hands. Any time, I could pull the killswitch. You have one week. You have until Volatile Day to bring me my money or else your friend sleeps with the fishes."

Marsham growls as Ross backs away and disappears out of the area. Fans are left to wonder how Marsham will get the money and what will become of this situation. Daniels: It seems that Ross has found Marsham's weakness.

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Jarred: And we're back. Thanks everyone for sellin out the arena. It's been an amazing night thus far. And best of all, there's still more to come.

William: If that's what you call it. We have had an excellent night thus far, but the best part is still to come. We still have a contract signing...and my experience with those two thus far...Jackal and Bad Ass...it's not goin to be your friendly sit down shake hands signing. Somethin is going to go down. We also get to see the Whole Damn Show in tag action...somethin they excel at. But the match I'm lookin forward to, is my hero...Jesse Montana....he's gonna send that British Wanker on a one way trip on the Montana Express.

Jarred: Don't count Pablo out just yet, both those men are former Heavyweight champs...

William: Yeh, but who's reign was the longest?

Jarred: It' because he cheated his way through all his matches and didn't defend it half the time.

William: Bullshit, Montana was fighting champion.

All of a sudden the lights in the arena go out.

Jarred: What's going on?

William: Did they forget to pay the electric bill here again?

On the tron a countdown appears.

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Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in... again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?

I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

Blue and yellow lights begin strobing as a blue fog begins to form.

Jarred: When did she get in the ring?

William: Who?

Jarred: Sirena.

William: Really no idea...but we know what that means. Where there's Sirena....there's always...

Jarred: OH MY GOD!! IT CAGE STRYKER!! CAGE HAS FINALLY RETURNED TO THE RING!!

A man wearing a black and white hoodie with the hood up. At first he has his back to the roaring crowd. Sirena Starr stands in the ring all smiles.

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

In time or so i'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

The man spins around and faces the crowd and the fans erupt. He smirks and points out to the crowd. He throws off his hood indeed reveling himself to be none other than High Definition, Cage Stryker. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping high fives and shaking hands and hugging the youth in the crowd trying to get his attention.

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend

Cage slides into the ring as Sirena applauds for him. He climbs up on a turnbuckle and throws off his hoodie out into the crowd. He flexes and looks out into the crowd pointing. He smirks again and then hops off the turnbuckle. He walks over to Sirena and gives her a kiss. Then he stands in the center of the ring and appeals to the crowd.

Sirena: HELLO CALI COLOMBIA!!

*cheap pop. crowd roars. *

Sirena: And welcome to episode 2 of HD TV. Not the first and definitely not the last! And here he is...the man of the hour...livin the California Dream. He comes to you every night in HD...and he is the One Man Legacy...HIGH DEFINITION CAGE STRYKER!!

Sirena kisses Cage and hands him the mic before going and leaning in the corner. Cage smile and looks out through the crowd one more time before bringing the mic to his lips.

Cage: I told you I was comin back. I promised to bring the entertainment back to the CzW. Due to unforseen circumstances I was unfortunately forced to allow my contract to expire a while back. I got injured and was forced to step out of the limelight. But I fought and worked hard to get myself back up to par. And Ladies and Gentlemen...I'M BACK!! I've refed a couple of matches, I've done a few interviews...I've done a few commercials...I've signed some autographs and made some guest appearances. All this time...I've tried and tried...but the doctors only cleared me for light work...but now boys and girls...I'm cleared to re enter this ring...I'm cleared to fight...and best of all, I'm cleared to jump back on the championship path. However....the question is...which path do I want to get on? Where do I see my career goin?

Chants of TV flow throughout the arena.

Cage: Heh, glad you all think I was a damn good champion. Much better than The Balla ever was. But I was thinking...I wanted to add a little more depth to what I'm capable of...a little more variety. There's only one title that would allow me to do that...especially now that it has been unified...and that is the X-TITLE!

Holy shit...holy shit rings through out the crowd.

Cage: That's right...I could see myself as a future X Division Champion. Obviously, I'm not demanding a shot at it just yet...I'll start wherever I have to and show each and everyone of you and the CzW roster...I can...and will back my words and challenges that I dish out. But don't fret, I can and will hold that TV Title again...I can guarantee that. And it seems as though the competition has greatly improved. With that being said though, I do have one challenge I'd like to throw out there. And that's to you Mr. Entertainment Brian Blaze. I'm the original entertainment in CzW, but I hear you've made quite a name for yourself here, so I would like to face you one on one and see if the stories are true. It's good to hear that someone else was able to pick up where I left off here in the CzW and keepin the entertainment alive. It's what the fans deserve. Thank you all, and have a good night. It's good to be back."

Cage lays the mic down and walks over to Sirena. They share another kiss before rolling out of the ring together.

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
(You know they all... pretend)
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
(You know they all... pretend)
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Jarred: Hooray, the people's champ has finally returned. I've been hearing the rumor of his return for a bit now...and finally, here it is.

William: Yeah, but who's he think he is. Comin in and demandin stuff like he's the boss or somethin. I bet you Jesse will have somethin to say about that.

Jarred: He didn't demand anything. He just offered some friendly challenges.. I'm pretty sure that rather he gets what he's asked or not, it won't phase him one way or another. I think he's just glad to be back in action.

William: I don't know, it soundin like demands to me.

Jarred: Well, we'll see. We'll be back after this to bring you action from Mortius and Ronnie McNeil.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
MORTIUS -vs- "The One Man Show" RONNIE McNEIL

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DANIELS: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen and what a show we have had so far. We just witnessed the windy city psycho, Bryan McNally do battle with the newly deemed “King Pin” Chris Ross, but after that e saw the official return to the ring of Cage Stryker, and I can’t wait for his first match back!

MASTERS: Yeah me too…Wait a second…The Windy City Psycho? I’m going to tell him you said that.

DANIELS: Anyway, folks, next up is the heated battle between two former team mates, Mortius and Ronnie McNeil so let’s go to Jessica Towers for the introductions.

The lights go dim as some dark, eerie music eases over the speakers of the arena.

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light

A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in NIIIIIGHT!

Mortius appears on the entrance ramp as the fans boo. Mortius just stands there, glaring at the crowd with a sadistic grin on his face. Mortius stalks the ring as Jessica Towers makes the first introduction.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in three hundred, four pounds, standing at six feet, seven inches tall, he hails from San Antonio, Texas. He is … MORTIUS!!!

The fans boo some more as Mortius sits on the turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of his former stable mate, Ronnie McNeil.

"King of My World" By Saliva floods the PA system and the fans cheer as Ronnie McNeil makes his way out from the back. Ronnie makes his way to the ring with his eyes fixated on the eyes of Mortius.

TOWERS: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred, sixty pounds, standing at six feet, five inches tall, he hails from Birmingham, Alabama, THE ONE MAN SHOW…..RONNIE….MCNEIL!!!!!

Jessica gets out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell and the match ensues.

DANIELS: Alright folks, we are underway with this grudge match. Ronnie and Mort begin circling each other now and they lock up. Ronnie gets a head lock on Mort, Mort pushes him into the ropes, here comes Ronnie off the rebound and Mort nails him with a shoulder block.

MASTERS: Indeed, Jarred, these two men have a history together in the Elite Revolution but this is a different story now. Mortius picks up Ronnie, shoves his head between Mort’s legs and nails him with a double underhook piledriver. Mortius goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: What an impressive pile driver by Mortius but Ronnie kicked out. Mort picks Ronnie up and Irish whips him into the ropes again. Here comes Ronnie on the rebound..

THWACK!

DANIELS: SPINNING HEEL KICK ON MORTIUS! Bah God, what an athletic maneuver by the One Man Show. Ronnie turns Mortius over on his back, he hooks his feet in Mort’s legs then grabs his arms and falls back. MEXICAN SURFBOARD! The referee gets in place, Mort could tap!

MASTERS: Bloody hell, he is fighting it. Mortius, some how gets his hands free , leans forward, then spins around and counters said move into a figure four leg lock. Now Ronnie is locked into a submission hold.

DANIELS: What a counter by Mortius. Ronnie is fighting the submission now, he lays back and the referee counts.

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DANIELS: Ronnie uses some momentum to turn around, now applying the pressure back on Mortius. Mortius breaks out of the hold and now both men are on their feet. Mort turns around and lunges at Ronnie but he ducks and Mortius goes over the second rope and onto the outside.

MASTERS: Mortius stumbles back to his feet on the outside. Ronnie backs up and runs at the ropes…SUICIDE DIVE! He nailed Mortius with a suicide dive to the outside. Ronnie picks up Mortius and slings him right into the steel steps.

DANIELS: My God, Mortius has got to be in some kind of pain now. Ronnie slides Mortius back into the ring, he straddles Mortius’ legs over the ring post. Ronnie grabs Mort’s legs and hooks him in some sort of figure four leg lock.

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! RONNIE HAS MORTIUS IN A LEG LOCK AROUND THE RING POST! Ronnie is hanging off the ring post and applying pressure as Mortius is screaming bloody murder.

DANIELS: Finally, Ronnie breaks the hold, he grabs a chair and slides in the ring. He picks up Mort and sets him up in the tree of woe and places the chair in front of Mort’s face. This does not bode well for Mortius. Ronnie backs up to the opposing corner, he runs at Mortius. BASEBALL SLIDE but NO, Mortius lifts himself up in the nick of time, sending Ronnie right into the ring post.

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL! TALK ABOUT A ONE MAN SHOW NOW! I think his little tag team just broke up.

DANIELS: Really, William? Testicle jokes. Really? Well anyway, Mort is now standing on the top rope with that chair and Ronnie is out on the mat. Mort jumps and nails Ronnie with a leg drop with the chair. OH RIGHT ON HIS FACE, THAT’S GOT TO HURT! Mort covers…

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DANIELS: Ronnie, some how kicks out from that devastating move. Both men are back on their feet now and Ronnie hits Mort with a standing drop kick out of desperation. Mort is out on the mat now as Ronnie climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off. FROG SPLASH!! But Ronnie is in too much pain to make the cover.

MASTERS: Both men are on the mat now, writhing in pain. Ronnie uses the ropes for leverage and gets back to his feet as Mort does the same. Mortius grabs Ronnie and Irish whips him across the ring to the other turnbuckle. Mortius runs behind him but Ronnie nails Mort with a springboard roundhouse kick.

DANIELS: Ronnie picks Mortius back up and jumps on his shoulders for a hurricanranna but Mortius counters and nails Ronnie with a powerbomb. Mort grabs Ronnie’s legs and catapults him right into the turnbuckle but Ronnie uses his agility to jump onto the ropes like a cat.

MASTERS: BAH GOD! What agility shown by Ronnie, Mortius turns around and gets leveled with a missile drop kick. Ronnie goes for the cover.

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DANIELS: Mortius kicks out in the nick of time. Mortius stand sup, runs up behind Ronnie and executes a running bulldog. Mortius climbs the turnbuckle, what is he thinking? Ronnie’s back up quickly, he runs up the turnbuckle but Mortius grabs him. Mort has Ronnie in position.

MORTIUS SLAM!!!!!

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TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..MORTIUS!!!!

The lights go out and the tron comes to life with flames licking at the shape of a cargo container. The crowd while confused, is shocked with the screams that echo from the tron. The fire begins to grow larger as the container seems to melt.

Fires breakout on the stage, down the ramp to the ring and with flickers, surrounds the ring and then just as quickly goes out. The stench of burnt meat fills the air.

Masters: What in the hell is going on?

Daniels: I don’t know, but Mortius looks scared shitless. Like he is living a nightmare.

A coffin slowly makes its way out on the stage, followed by a second, a third and finally a fourth.

Each slowly starting to burn. As they settle at the top of the ramp.

Masters: This is not good, Mortius looks like he is about to shit himself and the crowd looks totally stunned.

Daniels: I think this is payback for what Mortius tried to do to Total Mayhem.

The flames illuminate the stage as Mortius slowly walks towards the ropes. With a loud bang, the coffins implode and fall over. Several people scream with the coffins action as the lights come back on. Standing around Mortius are four men dressed in solid full body black suits. The masks are only visible because of the white skulls that make them look even worse.

Masters: Oh Hell. Mortius turn around!!

Daniels: I don't think he can hear you.

Slowly Mortius turns around and looks at the four men standing around him. A shocked look crosses his face as he throws his hands up as if to say stay back. Before he can do anything else, they attack full force. Mortius, is surrounded and quickly beat down at the end of their fists and feet. One reaches up and removes his mask, Jakob Mayhem is revealed.

Walking over to the ropes, he motions for a mic and gets one. He slowly turned back to Mortius, who is being held between the three others.

Jakob: What’s a matter Mort? See a ghost did you? Did you honestly think a little fire would take us out? DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD PLAY A GAME WITH US AND NOT BE PAID BACK?!!?

Nodding to the others, they begin to pound his face. Blood begins to run down as Mortius is left defenseless.

Jakob: I have plans for you Mort, I intend to make you feel pain so severe that you will pray for death, but it won’t come Mort. You hear me? Death won’t have you because it has us to do its dirty work. Welcome to hell, you have just became the most wanted man on our list.

Nodding to the others as he watches, they let him fall and remove the masks.. Ezra, Anthony and Gabriel stand looking at Mortius as he lays at their feet. Ezra slips out of the ring, grabs a table from under the ring and slides it in to Gabriel. The table set up, Anthony takes a can from the waistband of his tights and sprays the table as Ezra had came back in the ring and pulled Mortius up and lay him on the table.

Jakob: At the PPV, we are going to give you a taste of what you gave us. We are going to have a tag team inferno match. Only one way to win that match Mort. Let me show you how it’s done.

Taking a pack of matches from his waistband, he strikes them and tosses it at the table. Flames erupted as Mort managed to fall of the table, but not before he catches fire. His tights burning as the security hits the ring and puts him out. The brothers look at each other with a totally evil grin as they stand over Mortius. The crowd booing, trash raining down on them as suddenly...

Brian Blaze charges the ring as he slides under the bottom rope with a chair in hand swinging wildly as The Mayhem Brothers take off and Brian Blaze grabs a mic and begins to speak.

Brian: You pansy ass wusses. Trying to get a leg up on the competition by doing a two on one eh? Well too effin bad for you two that at Volatile Day you won't be facing just Mortius, Brian Blaze will be there as well.

The fans cheer as Brian throws the chair over the top rope at Total Mayhem as they are on the ramp watching Brian.

Brian: You two will realize what a Disasterpiece really is and you two will not only get destroyed in this ring but lose your tag titles in the process. It's going to be a career night for Brian Blaze. He's going to beat Total Mayhem, Mike King and Ronnie McNeil in one night to walk out of CZW as a Double Champion and I am going to cement my status as not only a legend in CZW. I will also be cemented as the biggest, and fastest rising star in the history of CZW.

(Suddenly ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play throughout the arena. The fans automatically shower the arena in boos as Brian looks on a little confused, Jesse Montana the CZW General Manager walking out with a mic in hand.)

Montana: Okay before you continue Brian, and make yourself look like an ass, I just though I would save you the embarrassment. The thing is, like I said to Collum a few weeks back now, I can’t have you as a double champion, nothing against you Brian, it’s just well…it would be a waste of gold.

(The fans boo heavily now as Total Mayhem stand next to Jesse Montana, all looking pleased with themselves, Mortius now sitting in the corner of the ring refusing medical attention, Brian with his eyes pierced on the Sensation.)

Montana: So what I propose is this, you have two Title matches at the PPV, a Tag Title match with Mortius against these guys right here…and a TV Title match against Ronnie McNeil and Mike King…it is simple enough Brian Blaze, you can choose one. If you choose the Tag Title match to compete in, you automatically rule yourself out of the TV Title match, vise versa, and if you choose the TV Title match, I guess poor old Mortius will have to go it alone.

(Jesse Montana turns around about to leave, a chorus of boos for his presence. He then turns back towards Mortius and Brian.)

Montana: I hope you understand, it’s not that I like to do these things…it’s well…it’s…because I LOVE to do these things, hit my music…bitches!

(Montana leaves with Total Mayhem to his theme tune, leaving a dejected Mortius and Brian Blaze inside the ring, the fans chanting for them both as it cuts to commercials.)

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~~ INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE CONTRACT SIGNING ~~
Karl "THE JACKAL" Jackson & "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY

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(Jarred Daniels stands in the center of the ring, a table set up with two seats on opposite sides, along with an assortment of paperwork packed up on the desk. Jarred holds a mic in his right hand as the fans cheer, waiting the Contract Signing for the IC Title match at Volatile Day)

Daniels: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. Now if you have been following the events over the past couple of months, you may know that a rivalry of legendary proportions has been brewing, taking violent twists and turns. As I stand in this ring here now, two men are waiting in the back, two men who literally despise each other but as we have seen over the last couple of weeks, have grown a strange liking for each other’s characters, inflicting pain upon the poor couple of Ruthann and Ace King. Now as we are only one week from Volatile day, we are also only one week from the first ever one on one match these two men have had, and it will be for the coveted CZW Intercontinental Title, ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey challenging Karl ‘The Jackal’ Jackson. Who is the Most Dangerous man in CZW?! We will find that out, and before we bring both men out, we need our CZW security out here, come on down.

(Several members of security walks down, all looking nervous about this up-coming event, strangely Jarred looking the most calm. They get into the ring as they surround the table.)

Daniels: Okay, without further a dew then, first coming down to the ring, he is the challenger…MATT COVEY!

(Matt Covey walks down, a strange looking lawyer by his side. Both men walk down the ramp, not really acknowledging the fans, just focused on the ring as they climb straight in, Matt Covey sitting straight down, not even saying anything to Jarred Daniels)

Daniels: Okay thank you Matt, and now for his opponent and the current CZW Intercontinental Champion, Karl ‘THE JACKAL’ Jackson!

(The Jackal walks out as Matt Covey stands from his chair, the security closing in one step to get ready in case something happens. Karl stands still on the stage for a while until a hoard of lawyers come walking out, clearly paid by Montana. The team of lawyers follow Karl to the ring as they all climb in, Jackal and Matt being separated by the security as jarred tries to welcome them both, both ignoring him though as they sit down, opposite each other)

Daniels: Okay, thank you Karl, thank you Matt, I can see you both want to just get down to business, but I have to ask you both, is there any words you want to speak before we continue?

(The crowd boo both men as Jackal and Covey sit motionless, staring into each other’s eyes as Jarred tries to get just one word from both men, but both are completely silent, almost robotic as they stare down each other)

Daniels: Okay, so not one word from either of you?!

(He tries for the last time, but yet again he fails to get any words out of them as the fans are now booing heavily)

Daniels: Well if you just read through the contract set out in front of you, then we can get this thing finalized.

(Matt Covey wastes no time as he signs it, not even looking at the page, still staring at Karl. The jackal however stares back, now having his many lawyers look over his contract, until tell allow him to sign it, which he does. The fans chanting ‘you suck’ into the ring now)

Daniels: Okay then I guess this match is signed up and ready to be fought at Volatile Day…it will be one on one for the Intercon…

(Jarred stops speaking as something strange happens in the middle of the ring. Jarred carries on though…)

…It will be Matt Co…

(Jarred now steps back a few steps, his face pale white as it becomes clear table their sat at is beginning to move on it’s own. The stare from these two men are now broke, both freaking out due to this paranormal event until…

Daniels: OH MY GOD!

Masters: THAT IS ACE KING…THAT IS ACE KING!!!!!!!!!!

(The table shoots across the ring as Ace King is uncovered to have been under the table all along, the faces of Matt and Karl absolute pale as Ace King wastes no time but to start hitting them with rights and lefts, both men getting knocked down. The fans are incredibly loud, their chants for Ace King drowning out the Colombian arena. As the security try to separate all three men, Ace King breaks free and grabs a chair, swinging it into the head of Matt Covey. Casey, the head of security grabs the chair, but not Ace as he leaps across the ring, hitting the High Roller on Karl Jackson. Jarred is now left the ring and back sitting with William, everyone shocked about the events. Eventually Matt and Karl manage to escape, now hiding behind hoards of security. Ace King is left inside the ring as he picks up the contract and holds it above his head the fans going wild)

Masters: What is this mad man going to do with that contract? He can’t destroy it, it is legally binding, he would get in deep trouble.

(Ace King then picks up the black pen that is lying on the canvas. Without hesitation he signs his own name on the contract and drops it back on the floor as the camera shows his name on the sheet. The fans chant for Ace King as Jackal and Covey exit up the stage, completely annoyed by what Ace King has done)

Daniels: I can’t believe it, the Gambler is back and I guess, he has just signed himself into the IC Title match at Volatile Day.

Masters: He can’t do that, he has no authority to make that match.

Daniels; He just signed the damn contract, he is in the match, and so is Covey and so is Jackal, a triple threat match for the belt, OH BOY!

Masters: I am in need of some aspirin…wow!

Daniels: We’ll be back right after this break folks, we need to let these fans settle down.

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-=- TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
(Team WDS) EDDIE ROWAN & MAYNARD O'TOOLE -vs- (Team 2-8-1) ERIC COLLUM & GREGORY GRANTHAM

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TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 245 pounds... He is the self-proclaimed smartest man in the CZW... The Graduate... GREGORY GRANTHAM!!"

The crowd boos as "Upgrade^Brigade" by Fair to Midland plays over the PA. Grantham comes out, with a very cocky grin on his face, and poses as a small lights-firework display goes off. He struts down to the ring, looking at the fans who are yelling at him. He smirks at them as he enters the ring to pose.

TOWERS: "And his tag team partner... hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 215 pounds... the reigning CZW World Heavyweight Champion... The Human Highlight Reel... ERIC COLLUM!!"

Collum walks out, with Leah Kimara at his side and "Taking You Down" playing over the PA. He wears the CZW World Heavyweight title around his waist, as both pose to a small fireworks display. They walk down to the ring, slide in, and pose with Grantham as 2-8_1.

TOWERS: "And their opponents... representing The Whole Damn Show..."

"Doomsday Clock" by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play, as most of the crowd cheers

TOWERS: "Hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... Rated E For Everyone... EDDIE ROWAN!!"

Eddie comes out, and poses with a confident smirk on his face. He awaits at the entrance as he looks down at his opponents

TOWERS: "And his tag team partner... hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina and weighing in at 275 pounds... The OGT... MAYNARD O'TOOLE!!"

"Symphony of Destruction" plays over the PA, and again, most of the crowd cheers Maynard as he walks out and poses with a light display on during his entrance. He and Eddie bump knuckles and walk down to the ring

DANIELS: "This match will be a slobberknocker, guaranteed! Maynard wants revenge on Gregory, and Eddie is facing Eric at Volatile Day for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship!"

MASTERS: "And I can't decide who I like more! I love BOTH of these teams!"

DANIELS: "Of course you do. Eddie and Maynard slide into the ring, and a stare down begins. They play paper, rock, scissors and Eddie wins, letting him start the match. On the opposite side, Gregory Grantham will begin for his team."

MASTERS: "And they begin circling each other, with Grantham talking trash to Eddie. Eddie smirks as they lock up. Gregory nails him with a knee lift. Gregory bounces to the ropes... but Eddie explodes into him with a double ax-handle to the chest! Eddie chops him! Again! Again! AGAIN!"

CROWD: "WOOOOOO!!!!"

DANIELS: "Eddie throws GG to the ropes. Leap frog. On the rebound... perfectly placed dropkick! Gregory slides out of the ring, checking his mouth for blood."

MASTERS: "Smart move by the smartest man in the CZW. Don't let Eddie get a pace, slow things down a bit."

DANIELS: "Eddie runs... and leaps out onto Gregory! That wasn't very smart, afterall!"

MASTERS: "But the Champ takes advantage, and quickly attacks Eddie from behind. Great teamwork here."

DANIELS: "Teamwork? Please. Here comes Maynard to even it up! There's a brawl on the outside! The referee, Peter Pimper, isn't even counting."

MASTERS: "He knows better."

DANIELS: "Looks like they're breaking away now.. neither team taking the control with that scuffle. Eddie hits Gregory and slides into the ring, GG follows soon after. Maynard and Eric go back to their respective corners. GG and Eddie circle each other again, lock up. Eddie immediately locks on a headlock and drags GG to his corner. He tags in Maynard."

MASTERS: "The OGT in da house!"

DANIELS: "Maynard punches Gregory hard in the forehead, and then throws him to the ropes. Powerslam! He picks Gregory up... Stun gun! Maynard goes for the pin!"

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MASTERS: "A little too early still. Maynard picks Gregory back up and throws him to the ropes. Gregory ducks the clothesline! He turns around and grabs Maynard.. Inverted DDT! Gregory storms over to Eric and tags him in as Maynard is dazed for the moment."

DANIELS: "The World Champion comes in, immediately taking advantage of the situation."

MASTERS: "He's the champ, he's the best in this company right now, of course he knows what to do Jarred!"

DANIELS: "He picks up Maynard and elbows him a few times in the face. Kick to the gut! Swinging neckbreaker! He runs to the ropes... perfectly placed Asai moonsault! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Not perfect enough, however! Eric questions Peter's count, but quickly turns his attention back to Maynard. He poses, waiting for Maynard to stand up. As he's almost up, Eric takes off to the ropes again. Another Asai moonsault! NO! Maynard catches him! Eric squirms... Maynard twists him into a fireman's carry... DDT! What a great move! Maynard with the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Eddie isn't taking this, he springboards into the ring and dropkicks Grantham out of it! He goes back to his corner, as Maynard picks up Eric. He grabs him in a full nelson, Eric squirms again.. lifts him up... full nelson slam! Maynard goes and tags in Eddie who immediately jumps to the top turnbuckle... he leaps... and nails a frog splash! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "It's takes a HELL of a lot to put Collum down for the count!"

DANIELS: "Eddie and Eric will fight over the World Heavyweight Title at Volatile Day, what a great match up that will be. This is a perfect precursor to that match. Eddie picks up Eric and throws him to the ropes. He goes for a spinning heel kick, but Eric holds on and Eddie catches air! Eric immediately nails Eddie with a running legdrop. He quickly gets back up and nails a fist drop. He picks Eddie up, and kicks him in the gut. He positions him.... what is this.... OH DAMN!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "CANADIAN DESTROYER! The champ goes for the pin!"

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DANIELS: "Close one! Maynard immediately goes back to his corner, and you know, Peter Pimper isn't being as biased as he usually is for the Whole Damn Show. I think management got on to him."

MASTERS: "You don't know jack shit. Eric picks up Eddie and takes him to his corner. He tags in Grantham. Eric nails Eddie with a bodyslam, and Grantham quickly follows it up with an elbowdrop. Grantham picks Eddie up and nails a European uppercut. Another one. He grabs Eddie and nails a belly-to-belly suplex. He goes for the pin."

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DANIELS: "Gregory picks Eddie back up, and chops him hard across the chest. Again. He irish whips him into the corner, and hard. Gregory runs in.. Eddie lifts up a boot to his face! Eddie gets up to the second turnbuckle and grabs Gregory by the head. He leaps! Tornado DDT! Both men are now laid out.."

MASTERS: "What an awesome move. Maynard and Eric are yelling to their partners to get up and get the tag in. Eddie begins to stir first. He is up on his feet, and grabs Gregory by the hair. OH! Gregory with the blatant low blow!"

DANIELS: "And there's nothing the ref can do about it, these no DQs can either be a good thing.. or a very BAD thing!"

MASTERS: "Well it's bad for Eddie as he is laid out on the mat, holding his crotch! Gregory stumbles over to his partner and makes a tag."

DANIELS: "Here comes Eric and he immediately picks Eddie up. He's slapping him in the face! He's talking mad trash to him about trying to take the title from him!"

MASTERS: "This is why Collum rules, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "That's no way for a champion to act! He grabs Eddie and nails him with a twist of fate! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Holy hell, how did Rowan kick out of that?"

DANIELS: "Collum is up in Pimper's face, accusing him of a slow count! Maynard takes the opportunity and enters the ring... running forearm smash to the back of Eric's head! Pimper nonchalantly tells Maynard to get out of the ring. Eddie rolls over onto Eric for the pin!"

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MASTERS: "This is ridiculous! Who is going to win this match?"

DANIELS: "Who knows, we might be here all night long! Eddie and Eric are now on their knees, punching at each other. Eddie gets the better of it... stuns Eric enough to stand up... and OH!"

* THWACK *

DANIELS: "HARD kick to the temple of Eric! Eric is out of it! Eddie picks him up... THE EVENFLOW!! THE EVENFLOW!!!!!"

MASTERS: "Eddie goes for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "Grantham! And now Maynard comes into the ring, attacking Gregory."

DANIELS: "We have a melee here!"

MASTERS: "This isn't a renaissance festival, Jarred!"

DANIELS: "... Maynard and Gregory are duking it out in one corner... Eddie is beating on Eric in the other... no man is listening to Pimper's warnings!"

MASTERS: "Pimper can't do anything, and isn't he supposed to be on the Show's side? What the hell?"

DANIELS: "He's acted straight this whole time, Masters, you tell me!"

MASTERS: "Hell, I don't know! Pimper looks pissed off though! Gregory just shoved him away as he was working on Maynard! He's... what is he doing? Calling for the bell!? There is no DQs!"

** DING DING DING **

DANIELS: "Jessica has mic, right here next to us!"

TOWERS: "The referee of this match, Peter Pimper, has declared it... a NO CONTEST!"

MASTERS: "WHAT!?"

DANIELS: "The referees have to have respect somehow, William! If they can't call DQ... they can call no contest!"

MASTERS: "LAME!"

DANIELS: "Maynard just threw Gregory over the top rope! He's looking down at him, with a very angry look on his face!"

MASTERS: "He looks like he's got to poop!"

DANIELS: "Eddie walks over to Maynard, as Eric rolls out of the ring... Eddie taps Maynard on the back... oh no!"

MASTERS: "In a fit of rage, Maynard just turned around and leveled Eddie with a vicious punch! Oh man, Maynard's face tells it all!"

DANIELS: "He is shocked! Look at Eric and Gregory on the outside, even in their pain, they can laugh at Maynard!"

MASTERS: "Maynard is checking on Eddie, looking down at them.. oh, he's gotta poop again!"

DANIELS: What chaos ladies and Gentlemen, when we return we will bring you our Main Event for the night, I just hope that one doesn’t end in a no contest too, we will be right back folks…

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

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Sensation" JESSE MONTANA -vs- "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO

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“For Whom the Bell Tolls” blares out, the fans in attendance instantly jumping to their feet and issuing a deafening chorus of jeers and derogatory exclamations. With a wide grin on his face, Jesse Montana steps out onto the ramp, holding his arms wide as if he were being showered with adoration.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is this evening's MAIN EVENT!! Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, he is ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE MONTANA!!”

Jessica’s voice is barely audible over the thundering boos, but Jesse takes it all with a grin, smacking away on his gum as he heads down to ringside. He expertly dodges a thrown drink, pointing in the direction of the thrown cup and giving a sly wink. He nonchalantly heads up the ring steps and hops through the ropes, posing to the fans despite their obvious hatred as a brilliant pyro display fires off behind him.

Daniels: “There he is, ‘the Sensation,’ but no longer the president!”

Masters: “We’ll see about that, Daniels! As far as I’m concerned, he’s still the boss!”

The lights go down, and the excitement reaches fever pitch as the opening riff to "Been Training Dogs" starts to play, accompanied by the familiar sight of spotlights flashing on and off. After a few seconds, though, the music slows right down, like a cassette player running out of batteries, leaving the fans - and Jesse Montana - looking around in confusion.

DANIELS: “Erm... we apologize, folks, we appear to be having a few "technical difficulties."

MASTERS: “Yeah, "difficulties" like hiring people incapable of operating any form of technology! Probably a bunch of locals hired to save on labor costs.”

DANIELS: “Ahem... the views expressed by my colleague here are representative of his OWN views, and not necessarily those of the CZW.”

MASTERS: “What!? You big girl!”

Suddenly, the CombatTron flickers into life, broadcasting the following written message.

CZW

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EL

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PABLO

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EXPERIENCE!!!

The crowd explodes, possibly with the biggest cheer of the night, as the following music and video begins to play.

As the drums kick in, El Pablo steps onto the stage, sporting a whole new look. His head is covered in a silver luchador mask with pink, fluffy mouse ears, his torso and legs in a black and silver halved shirt and pants combo, covered by a few bright pink feather boas snaking their way around his body.

MASTERS: “Oh for the love of God!”

DANIELS: “Here IS the Five Star Superstar! And to say he looks different... well, that'd be the understatement of the century!”

MASTERS: “As if this dump wasn't bad enough, NOW we find out it has a RAT infestation as well!?”

Towers: “And his opponent, from Portsmouth, England, ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL PABLO!!”

EP takes his time playing up to the fans, showing off his new look with gusto. When he feels the moment is suitably savored, he steps to the top of the ramp, and thrusts his arms out, causing a huge wall of pink and green pyro to explode from the CombatTron behind him.

DANIELS: “WOAH!”

El Pablo charges down the ramp, and dives THROUGH the ropes, rolling across the ring. He gets up, and ascends the turnbuckle, tugging on his boas and making the "X" symbol with his arms. After a few seconds, he turns and flops down off the turnbuckle, bouncing off the ropes and stretching in preparation for combat, focusing his gaze on Montana.

*ding-ding!*

Daniels: “Well, there’s the bell, and it looks like Jesse isn’t sure what to think of Pablo’s new getup!”

Masters: “Who the hell WOULD know what to think about that? He looks like a fool!”

Daniels: “Well, the fans here are loving it! Both men circle slowly and there’s the collar-and-elbow tie-up! Jesse with and arm-wringer into a hammer-lock! Pablo now reverses, holding Montana’s arm twisted behind his back now! Jesse into the ropes, yelling at the ref to get EP off of him.”

Masters: “Smart move by Jesse there, knowing where he is at all times!”

Daniels: “And there’s a clean break. Jesse talking a little trash as they circle up again. They lock up and Pablo takes Montana into a side headlock. He spins, transitioning it into an arm-lock and then a drop toe-hold! Jesse is down and Pablo wastes no time in floating over, locking in the headlock again!”

Masters: “I don’t see how you can even follow this stuff. I keep getting distracted by those flamboyant boas!”

Daniels: “Imagine that. Jesse now fighting back up to his feet. He backs Pablo to the ropes and flings him off, breaking the headlock! EP on the rebound takes Jesse down with a shoulder block! Pablo off the ropes again and Jesse slides onto his stomach, EP hops over. Jesse up, hip-toss! Pablo lands on his feet! He leaps up and takes Montana over with a monkey-flip!”

Masters: “JESSE lands on HIS feet! EP hops up and both men go on the defensive! The crowd here loves it!”

Daniels: “Indeed they do, and now EP motions to the crowd as he and Montana begin pacing around once again. They go for the lock-up, but Jesse with a thumb to the eye!”

Masters: “Oh-ho! They don’t like that one bit, but that’s too damn bad for them! Jesse with a couple of rights to the mouse’s head, and then a snap-mare! Dropkick to the back of the head!”

Daniels: “Jesse with that trademark smirk to the crowd as he pulls Pablo up by his boa. He wraps it around Pablo’s neck and takes him down with a Russian leg-sweep!”

Masters: “That’ll teach him to wear boas in a match, Daniels!”

Daniels: “Jesse rolls over and starts pounding away at Pablo, driving his fists into ‘the Five Star Superstar!’ Now look at him, tearing at the mask! Pablo finally able to shove Montana off of him. Jesse is up as Pablo works to his feet…running bulldog from ‘the Sensation! Cover!”

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Daniels: “EP isn’t finished yet. Montana back on the offensive now, stomping away at him. Jesse pulling Pablo to his feet, whipping him into the turnbuckle! OW! What impact from that knife-edge chop! And another! And Pablo retaliates! Jesse with another chop! Pablo with another! Both men exchanging chops and Jesse with another cheap shot at the eyes!”

Masters: “You call it cheap, I call it smart! Now it looks like Jesse is going to set Pablo up for a superplex!”

Daniels: “Wait, Pablo is fighting back now, a series of punches to the abdomen! He grabs Jesse and jumps! SITOUT JAWBREAKER!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!! What impact!”

Masters: “Holy crap! He could’ve just shattered the boss’ jaw!!”

Daniels: “He’s not the boss anymore! And that was definitely a tide-turner right there! Pablo now getting to his feet, as is Montana. Jesse up slowly, holding his jaw…ENZIGURI! Montana is down, but Pablo springs to his feet! He hits the ropes…Montana slowly pushing up from the mat…RUNNING ARABIAN FACEBUSTER!! The crowd is going nuts here as Pablo goes for the pin!!”

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Masters: “Whew! Montana still in this one!”

Daniels: “Pablo still pressing the attack, pulling Jesse up and whipping him into the turnbuckle! He heads into an adjacent corner, appeals to the crowd for a second…now what’s he doing…? HOLY SHIT! El Pablo with a tight-rope running dropkick to Jesse in the corner! The crowd is going mental here! And Pablo is still not done! He springs up…split-legged moonsault! Pin!!”

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Daniels: “Amazing! Pablo can’t believe it! The crowd here thought it was over as well!”

Masters: “Like El Pablo, these fans don’t realize the tenacity of ‘the Sensation!’ He’s not even close to being done yet!”

Daniels: “El Pablo now heading out to the apron, looks like he’s going back up top! Montana slowly getting to his feet! Pablo with a flying lariat!”

Masters: “MONTANA EXPRESS!!”

Daniels: “Pablo ATE it! Both men are down after that counter!! Montana sits up, trying to shake the cobwebs loose. He sees EP and starts to crawl over slowly… Cover!!”

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Masters: “NOOOOOO!!”

Daniels: “Pablo is still in this one! Montana is livid! He gets back up, pulling Pablo to his feet…setting him up for a suplex. It connects! Jesse rolls him over...another suplex!”

Masters: “Fisherman’s Amigo-WAIT, NO!?”

Daniels: “Pablo with an inside cradle!!”

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Masters: “Whew!! That was close!”

Daniels: “Back to their feet quickly, but Jesse is faster, sinking a knee to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Jesse now heading to the top!”

Masters: “Here we go! Flying elbow!!”

Daniels: “PABLO MOVES!! Montana crashes and burns!! The crowd goes ballistic! Pablo slowly pulling himself up on the ropes now, and Montana pushing himself up from the mat. Jesse rushes EP, but Pablo ducks! Montana tumbles to the outside as EP pulls down the rope!!”

Masters: “Oh, thank goodness, here comes the Jackal from the back!”

Daniels: “He has no business being down here!”

Masters: “Nonsense, he’s just here to make sure his partner is all right! See, look at him help Jesse to his feet!”

Daniels: “Here comes Pablo…top rope springboard…PLANCHA ONTO JESSE AND JACKAL!!”

Masters: “Uncalled for!”

Daniels: “Well, it’s an occupational hazard! He should’ve stayed in the back where he belongs! Pablo pulls Jesse to his feet, rolling him into the ring. EP climbs to the apron and now heading up top, motioning to the crowd that it’s time to finish this! We could see the Pablo Splash!! Wait, Jackal on the apron… He takes Pablo’s legs out from under him! Damn him!!”

Masters: “Occupational hazard, bitch! Jesse now heading up…looks like he’s going for that superplex again! It connects!”

Daniels: “And now he’s heading up again, maybe going for that elbow again! He-wait! KRIMZON BLAZE!! He crashes into the Jackal, assaulting him with a flurry of strikes! Jesse sees Blaze and hops down from the top! It looks like he’s going out after him… EL PABLO WITH THE ROLL-UP!!”

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Masters: “NOOOO!”

*ding-ding!*

Daniels: “Amazing! El Pablo with the victory and- OH! MONTANA EXPRESS!! Jesse blindsides EP with that super kick! And now here’s KB!! He assaults the former president relentlessly with punches and kicks, and nearly takes his head off with that roundhouse! Montana rocks against the ropes and now Blaze loads him up! KODE OF SILEN-OH! The Jackal breaks it up with a low-blow! Blaze drops Montana and Jackson spins Blaze around! IMPLANT DDT!!”

Masters: “Blaze thought he’d one up the boss again this week, but it looks like he thought wrong! Jackal now picking Blaze up, motioning to Jesse who is back on his feet, glaring at KB! Jackson shoves Blaze…RIGHT INTO A MONTANA EXPRESS!!”

Daniels: “Jesse finally gets some payback on Krimzon Blaze! These two absolutely hate each other, and you have to wonder if they will finally settle things at Volatile Day!”

Masters: “It’s going to be a war for sure, but I’m positive that it’s going to end just like this! Jesse Montana standing tall in the end! ‘The Sensation’ ALWAYS has the last laugh, Daniels, you know that!”

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” blares out as Jesse Montana and the Jackal stand in the ring, boos showering down from the crowd as Pablo and Blaze lay sprawled out on the mat. Jesse Montana suddenly tells Jackal to get something from the outside. The fans look on with concern as Jackal rampages to the outside, but thankfully the mad man is only grabbing a mic off Jessica Towers.

Masters: Great way to end the show Jarred, not only with Krimzon Blaze getting his noggin knocked off inside the ring, but also we get to hear from our President!

Daniels: That is FORMER President William, and these fans have surely endured enough of these two for one night, now this…

Masters: I know it’s fantastic isn’t it!

Jesse Montana is handed the mic by the Jackal as Montana signals for his music to be stopped. A few EMT’s and security staff are now attending to Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo, though the pair don’t seem to be to badly hurt, now looking up at Montana who smiles, getting a ferocious roar of boos from the fans.

Montana: Oh come on, don’t boo, I have enough money to buy all your secret stash of coke you have at your homes. Colombia, ha, now I knew a person like Derek Damage would have us come here. Okay…it’s time to shut up and listen, especially you Krimzon.

For weeks now you have decided to introduce yourself informally to the Sensation, and you know what, at first I took no notice of you, but guess what boy, NOW you have my attention. At Volatile Day, it will be just us two inside this ring, quite possibly a match you have awaited since your debut here at CZW, huh?

Krimzon Blaze smiles and licks his lips as he nods his head, the fans cheering for that match.

Something else you have awaited since your debut, well more like obsessed over is the CZW World Heavyweight Title, HUH?

The fans now go mental with huge cheers, Krimzon almost standing to his feet with excitement now.

Well as the General Manager of Overdrive, I am going to add a little twist to our match. It will firstly be a TLC match, that’s right, tables, ladders and chairs. Not only that, above the ring will be a briefcase, inside that case…wait for this…a CZW World Heavyweight Title shot within the next month.

The fans roar chants for Blaze as he gets to his feet, Krimzon bouncing up and down almost shook off any injuries he had, his face full of passion.

Masters: These fans cheering for the boss, oh what a popular man he is.

Daniels: These fans are cheering for Krimzon Blaze you moron, however Jesse Montana does seem to be surprisingly nice here, I smell a huge BUT on the way.

Masters: That would be you your smelling, the biggest BUTT in America!

The Jackal looks at Jesse with a look of confusion as Jesse Montana now smiles. His smile though is one of menace.

Montana: Yeah you like that don’t you? Blaze you will get your shot…IF you beat me, I however don’t care for the World Title at this point in time, lucky for all of you. I will get my kick from watching you squirm and bleed. Good luck Blaze, I hope you finally get your shot at the Gold.

The fans keep cheering as Jesse Montana goes to descend the ring, climbing through the ropes until he stops dead, turns back around with an almost smirk on his face.

Daniels: I knew it was too good to be true, what now?!

Masters: Poor guy, must have forgot something, my memory is a little like that.

Daniels: Your just like a sieve William, never gets full and leaks when he has too much liquids.

Masters: Ha ha, so very funny.

The fans stop cheering now as Krimzon looks on with worry. Montana stares him down.

Montana: Oh just one more thing, inside that briefcase will be one more important little document…YOUR CONTRACT! Yeah if I win…then I get what I have wanted since your arrival…Krimzon Blaze…you will be FIRED!!!!!!!!!

The fans boo as El Pablo and Krimzon Blaze try to attack Montana and Jackal who just grin, then walk out of the ring.

Daniels: He can’t do this. He can’t just fire whoever he wants, that is ridiculous.

Masters: Your hair style is ridiculous, and yes he can, he may not be the President, but he is still the General Manager of Overdrive. Anyway, what’s wrong, don’t you or these fans have any faith in Blaze winning this match?!

Daniels: I have every faith he can win, but this is just absurd.

Montana walks out without any music, just a chorus of boos and provocative chants. Jesse and Jackal high five each other as they reach the top of the ramp, then stop dead as music begins to play…

‘SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION’ screams through on the PA System as Montana and Jackal gulp. Walking out onto the stage, receiving an abnormal amount of cheers is Maynard O’Toole, strangely being accompanied by the CZW Chairman Brian Damage.

Daniels: What a turn of events here, just as Montana and Jackal were about to depart, the chairman comes out to Maynard’s music, O’Toole is with him. And look at the faces of Montana and the Jackal…Priceless!

Masters; They don’t have any business being here, this show was set to close, I want to go to my sex party Jarred!

Daniels: Boy George is in Colombia???!

Masters: You tart!

The fans settle down as Blaze and El Pablo watches on from inside the ring, smiling as Montana and Jackal go face to face with Maynard and Brian. Brian grabs the mic from Montana’s grasp.

Damage: I see your still making rules here then Jesse, and I am fine with that, as long as I can make one myself.

Montana grits his teeth as the fans cheer.

Damage: I understand you know the man standing to my left very well? Huh Jesse? That is good, so I guess therefore you know the referee for your TLC match very well then too!

The fans roar with cheers and some with mixed reactions as Krimzon, though does not happen to be best friends with Maynard, he still begins to smile.

Daniels: Does that mean what I think it means?

Masters: Brian’s hair is more white than Derek’s?

Daniels: Well that too, but no I meant that Maynard O’Toole is now the special ref for the TLC match between Montana and Blaze at Volatile Day..

Masters: Oh that…yeah!

Daniels: Well after seeing Pimper’s display a few moments ago, maybe it is for the best, I doubt Montana is going to like that though!

Maynard now grabs the mic as Montana and Jackal growls at him, but Maynard simply just smiles.

Maynard: And I take it Jesse you know the man standing to my right…who is he again? Oh yeah the CZW PRESIDENT…

The fans cheer as Jesse Montana shakes his head, getting redder by the second.

Maynard: You hear me Hannah? He is the PRESIDENT…who are you again? Your not the PRESIDENT are you?

Jesse Montana gets right into his face as Mayo backs up, smiling and almost laughing now, as the fans are chanting, ‘Who’s the President’ to Jesse Montana.

Maynard: Okay easy there little feller, you don’t want to accidentally soil yourself and Jacko get a faceful now do ya?! I shall get to the point, at Volatile Day, it will be you and KB in that ring in TLC rules, but you won’t be alone, oh no…I will be their to make sure you and your rabid bald headed skunk over there don’t pull any fast ones, we wouldn’t want that to happen now would we?! Come on Brian, we have some PRESIDENTIAL duties to take care of.

Symphony of Destruction begins to play again as Maynard and Brian leave, chuckling to themselves as Jackal and Montana stand on the stage, the fans laughing at them and cheering almost like they have embarrassed themselves. Krimzon and El Pablo stay in the ring jeering on the fans as they cheer for XTC, ending the show In a drowning of cheers.

Daniels: So many revelations here tonight, as we just heard, the match between Montana and Blaze will now be fought in TLC rules, a briefcase suspended above the ring, holding two things, a World Title shot for Krimzon and Krimzon Blaze’s contract. But as we just heard from the new Chairman of the board, Maynard O’Toole will be the special guest referee.

Masters: I don’t know why thee fans are cheering, Maynard is on Montana’s side still.

Daniels: I don’t believe that to be the case, true he has made some mistakes these past few weeks but these two couldn’t hate each other any more.

Masters: Just like me and you Jarred.

Daniels: Thanks William. And a big thank you to our Colombian fans here tonight, and to all of you watching at home around the globe, it has been quite a show tonight, but be sure not to miss our second Pay-Per-View of 2009, Volatile day next week! Until then…So long folks!

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