CZW presents OVERDRIVE!


| March 8th | * Columbia, South Carolina * Carolina Coliseum |


CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
live on television!

March 8th 2010
Carolina Coliseum
Columbia, South Carolina
(Deadline is Thursday March 4th, 9pm EST)

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP GREENHOUSE MATCH! -=-
"The King of Chaos" Tim Timmons vs. "Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler" Brian Blaze (c)

~~ THE FINAL CONFRONTATION BETWEEN CAGE AND ALAN BEFORE ROAD TO GLORY! ~~

-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
Karl "The Jackal" Jackson vs. "The Artist Formerly Known as the Emo Prince" Jacob Havok

-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
"The sXe Curse" Ryan Shane vs. "The Hawaiian Hustler" Kimo Newton

-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
"The Reaper" Brian Kirkland vs. "Bad Ass" Matt Covey

-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
Godzilla Sawyer vs. "Psycho" Sam Attic

-=- ROCK STAR vs. STRAIGHT EDGE! -=-
"CZW's Resident Rock Star" Johnny Kerosene vs. "The Phoenix" Mike King

-=- KASH BEGINS HIS QUEST FOR A GAUNTLET OF REVENGE! -=-
"The Realist" Kris Kash vs. "Flawless" Frank Finch

-=- A DARK MATCH DEBUT! -=-
Alex Kaelin vs. Yoshi Naniwa


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-=- DARK MATCH DEBUT! -=-
Alex Kaelin vs. Yoshi Naniwa

***

Alex Kaelin made his CZW debut with all the confidence in the world. As soon as the opening bell rang, he confidently paced around his opponent, locking up briefly before immediately taking control with a headlock. From there, Alex transitioned into an arm-bar, wrenching on the limb before dropping down with a short arm-breaker. He continued to stomp away at the injured limb while his opponent was prone, and then drove a running knee to Yoshi’s face as he tried to stand. Measuring his opponent, Alex patiently stalked him like a hunter, waiting for Yoshi to rise and turn before drilling him with the ‘Fade to Black’ elbow to the face. Though a pinfall could’ve easily been counted, Alex opted for an even more decisive win, locking in ‘the Devil’s Delight’ and causing Yoshi to tap out instantly. Kaelin confidently celebrated his victory, leaving a great first impression on the fans in the Combat Zone.

***

The camera pans around the arena showing another hot crowd full of CZW fans as “Breathe in to Me” blares through the arena, and the opening Overdrive video plays on the Combat-tron.

*BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!*

After the opening pyro, the cameras do another slow pan to show off some of this evening’s crowd signs:

“KB for President”

“Mountain Man ate my dog!”

“Lock Timmons up!”

“Montana and Butter 4 Tag Champs!”

“Frank Finch: Flawless Record 0-17!”

Daniels: “Welcome again to another action-paced edition of CZW Overdrive! Jarred Daniels here along with my broadcast partners William Masters and Shawn Waters, welcoming you LIVE to Overdrive from the Columbia Coliseum in Columbia, South Carolina! We’ve got a lot on our plate this evening, fellas.”

Waters: “Absolutely right, Jarred. Tonight we have all four qualifying matches for the Tower of Power match to take place at Road to Glory 3! The four winners of those matches will compete in this year’s Tower of Power with the prize being the next guaranteed title shot for the CZW World Heavyweight Championship.”

Masters: “And let us not forget the main event of the evening. Tim Timmons will set that ponce of a cousin of his straight and take his X Division championship at the same time. It’s going to be a wonderful evening!”

Daniels: “While that remains to be seen, it will definitely be a brutal match as “Mr. Entertainment” Brian Blaze defends the X Title against Tim Timmons in a GREENHOUSE MATCH! It is going to get ugly, I assure you of that. Right now, let's go backstage where our own Ryan Masters, er, pardon, Ryan Lewis is in the back with Kris Kash and new arrival Alex Kaelin!

***

|+| The scene fades into the locker room of Blood & Money Inc where Ryan Lewis is standing by with both members, Kris Kash and Alex Kaelin. Ryan looks towards Alex to start. |+|

|| Ryan Lewis|| Ladies and gentleman, here I am with Blood & Money Incorporated and Alex Kaelin, you looked fantastic out there tonight, but the real thing is for you, Mr. Kris Kash. Tonight is your redemption. Your return as you call it. Seconds away from going out there and facing the thousands of people out there and millions watching at home, how exactly do you feel?

|+| Kash looks at him strangely and begins to shake his head |+|

|| Kris Kash || How I feel? What the HELL do you mean how I feel? Tonight is the night I get check the "X" off for one of Alan's cronies, before I can get to him and that World Heavyweight championship. Heh. How am I feeling? STILL I am miserable...STILL I am pissed off...but I can show you...BETTER than I can tell you. Kris Kash, Alex Kaelin...Last of a f*ckin dyin' breed. Blood Money Inc..You jus F*CK wit US! HOLLA! Now if you will excuse me...Mr. 187 has to commit jus that on Mr. Finch.

***

-=- KASH BEGINS HIS QUEST FOR A GAUNTLET OF REVENGE! -=-
"The Realist" Kris Kash vs. "Flawless" Frank Finch

***

“Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck” is played through the arena as we see Frank Finch in the ring.

Towers: “The following is the opening contest of CZW Overdrive. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighting in at 245 pounds, “Fearless” Frank Finch.”

The crowd boos as Finch poses.

Daniels: “Here we go. A big match on Kris Kash’s fight for redemption against Alan Fiscus.”

Masters: “Yeah but it is a tough fight for him tonight. Frank Finch is a consummate professional.”

“Exhibit A” pumps through the arena to massive cheers as Kris Kash walks out to the ring.

Towers: “His opponent from Brooklyn, NY, weighting in at 220 pounds, “The Realist” Kris Kash.”

The crowd goes wild as Kris Kash runs towards the ring to face off with his opponent for the evening Frank Finch.

Wasters: “Kash is not waiting on anything tonight, he’s ready for the fight."

Kris Kash enters the ring and takes down Frank Finch, mounts him and punches him. The ref sees this and calls for the bell. The bell rings.

Daniels: “Bell rung, underway and Kash is pounding Frank Finch like there is no tomorrow.”

Waters: “He is gunning for Alan Fiscus and Frank Finch is his lieutenant. Nice series of European Uppercutts.”

Kris Kash hits a t-bone suplex and follows it up with an overhead exploder suplex. Frank Finch rolls over of the ring. Kash slides out of the ring too to follow Finch. Kash grabs Finch and gives him a chop. Kash chops Finch again and then tosses him into into the barricade.

Daniels: “Finch’s back slam hard into the guardrail.”

Kash appeals to the crowd.

Masters: “Oh come on Finch, get up and fight this guy. Take advantage of his taunts to the crowd.”

Waters: “Now I normally don’t say this, but he’s right. Frank Finch should he recover has a great chance to take advantage and win this match despite Kris Kash’s in ring ability and God given talent.”

Kris Kash backs away and charges at the downed Frank Finch. Kash goes for a facewash but misses as Finch rolls away. Kash holds his foot. Finch gets back up and kicks Kash right out from on his feet. The crowd boos as Finch starts kicking him while he is down.

Daniels: “Wow, William you were right for once.”

Waters: “Yeah and Finch is going to toss Kris Kash into the ring which he has. Now Frank has to go in and work on the leg and force Kash to submit.”

Frank Finch gets Kris Kash into the ring and awaits him to get up onto his feet before kicking his leg out from under him once again. The fans boo Finch as he taunts to the crowd.

Masters: “I don’t agree with this either. Frank needs to go for the kill.”

Daniels: “This is nuts. Eventually his cockiness will be the reason he loses this match.”

Frank Finch drags Kris Kash into the corner and gets in a chop, then another, then attempts a third but Kash grabs him by the wrist and lifts it into the air, slips around behind him, and locks in Finch's arm behind him. Finch grabs the rope and Kash holds on as the ref counts. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Kash finally lets go to prevent a disqualification.

Waters: “I don’t agree with that at all. Kris Kash should have let the hold go.”

The referee warns Kris Kash about holding the hammerlock while Frank Finch holds onto the rope. Finch recovers around and runs at Kash. Finch goes for his kneelift but Kash dodges, grabs him and tosses him with another overhead exploder suplex.

Masters: “That’s number 3 if you are counting the suplexes in this match.”

Frank Finch is helped up by Kris Kash who tosses him into the ropes. Kash ducks a Finch clothesline attempt but hits a dropkick on the rebound which in turn sends Finch back to the ropes. Kash gets off the mat and charges at Finch who tries to dump him over the top rope but to no avail. Kash lands on his feet. Finch realizes this and goes for a punch but it is blocked. Kash slingshots back into the ring going for a crossbody. Finch drops down and Kash jumps over him.

Daniels: “That should hurt a little bit, perhaps knock the wind out of Kris Kash.”

Kris Kash gets up holding his stomach but Frank Finch whips him into the other side of the ring. Kash bounces off the ropes. Finch drops to the mat and Kash goes over him. Kash hits the ropes again but holds on to them. Finch charges at him and Kash beils him out and over the top-rope. Kash slides out of the ring He turns back to Finch and begins pulling him up to his feet as the referee begins counting.

ONE!

Kash gets Finch to a knee but he thumbs Kash in the eye and follows it up with a pair of kneelifts.

TWO!

Frank grabs Kash in a bearhug slams into the turnbuckle. Frank lets go and Kash slumps to the arena floor. His body collapses onto the ground as the fans cringe at the sound of the collision.

THREE!

Frank lifts Kash back up to his feet and rolls him into the ring again. He then gets into the ring and follows it up a running kneelift. Kash is down and Finch covers him for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

The fans give a combination of gasping and cheering as Kris Kash gets his shoulder off the mat. Frank Finch is visibly upset as he stands back up. He begins to argue with the referee when all of a sudden Kash rolls him up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!!

Kickout...

Frank finch rolls back up to his feet and begins stomping into Kris Kash. The ref gets him to back up. Kash begins getting up to his feet but Finch grabs him, and drops him with a single arm DDT.

Waters: “Greatings from San Diego and Kash is clutching his arm.”

Frank Finch lifts Kris Kash up off of the mat and biels him into the. Finch tries to assault with chops but Kash reverses. Kash grabs Finch and throws him into the corner. He then mounts himself on the first turnbuckle and begins punching Finch hard with periodic punches. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!" the fans chant, as they count the punches being thrown into King's face. "SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!"

Daniels: “Come on, that was illegal referee.”

Kris Kash dismounts, then walks to the other side of the ring. He sets his target and sprints to the corner. He leaps into the air and plants his knee right into the face of Frank Finch.

Waters: “Nice Shinning Wizard variation there by Kris Kash.”

Frank Finch is rocked by the knee. Kris Kash goes for a flying clothesline but Finch rolls out of the area and Kash slams straight into the turnbuckle with an enormous thump. He turns around and receives a thunderous kick to the midsection from Finch. Finch butterflies the arms of Kash, lifts and drops him with a suplex. Kash is rocked and Finch taunts the crowd. Finch picks Kash up the mat taking his time. Finch cockily sets up for a fisherman suplex but Kash reverses into an overhead exploder suplex. Kash repeats with another exploder.

Masters: “That’s number 4 and 5.”

Daniels: “Will you be serious?”

Kris Kash brings Frank Finch back to his feet and whips him to the ropes. He bounces off and receives a thunderous kick to the face from Kash that's heard all around the arena. Kash then grabs him, lifts him up and drops Finch with the Bankruptcy! The fans begin to cheer as he rolls Frank up into a pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!!!

Daniels: “What’s going on? Kash had him?”

Masters: “I don’t know, I just don’t.”

Waters: “I know what he is doing. He is sending a message to Alan. It is not about winning a match to him right this minute. He wants to injure Frank Finch as a symbol to the champion.”

Kris Kash walks over to Frank Finch’s legs and slaps him in the Money Clip. The half out of it Finch starts tapping instantly.

Daniels: “It’s over. A Bankruptcy followed by a Money Clip and Frank Finch is left in the middle of the ring, down and out.”

Waters: “Alan Fiscus watchout, Kris Kash is coming for you.”

Jacobs: "Your winner, Kris Kash!"

Kash walks out of the ring to his theme and the scene fades away.

***

Masters: Look on the Combat-tron guys, I think Ryan Lewis is outside the office of the Greatest President this Company has ever seen…Jesse Montana.

Waters: Jarred, have you got a bottle of rum down there? If Willie kisses Montana’s ass anymore, I’m going to have to use it.

Masters: Quiet, something important is happening.

Waters: He’s tempting me…

(The fans suddenly set off with a chorus of boos as we focus on the Combat-Tron, as Ryan Lewis and the camera crew stare at the closed door to Montana’s office.)

Lewis: Folks we are just inches away from the office of Mr. Montana, our CZW President. The reason was initially to get some sort of interview with him about recent events involving his nemesis, Karl ‘The Jackal’ Jackson, and Montana’s involvement within the Next Generation. However, it seems as though Montana is busy in a meeting at the moment so…

(Lewis is heard whispering to his camera crew)

Lewis: Actually folks, I have another idea. Lets try and give you guys exclusive access to the meeting going on inside Mr. Montana office. Unfortunately we cannot get inside, however we will try our hardest to catch the words spoken by Mr. Montana and others to try and shed some light on this situation.

(As Ryan and the camera crew get closer to the door, words begin to become hearable as the crowd fall into silence, listening to the Combat-Tron.)

Montana: I ordered you to take the Jackal out.

Timmons: And I did that Mr. Montana.

Montana: You did that, huh? Then why is it the Jackal ends up attacking me and Derek this week in our own homes. When I mean take him out, I don’t mean do a half-assed job, I mean cripple the son of a bitch, end his damn career.

Timmons: Mr. Montana, you know better than anyone Tim Timmons doesn’t do half-assed jobs, I’ve ended the careers of several CZW superstars in the past. When you got Tim Timmons on this job for you, you got the best.

Montana: Then prove it.

Timmons: Oh, Mr. Montana, are we still on for tonight? You know, for my Title match?

Montana: We shall see. But I want the Jackal in a hospital bed before the month is up. You got it?

Timmons: Got it.

(Suddenly there is a disturbance within the room, as they begin to whisper. Immediately after, the door flies open as we see Mountain Man and Tim Timmons standing in the door way, staring down at Lewis and the camera crew.)

Montana: So what do we have here, boys? A few people wanting to join our little discussion.

Timmons: I think we should invite them in boss.

Lewis: No really sir, that isn’t necessary.

Montana: No Ryan, I’ll tell you what isn’t necessary. It isn’t necessary for you and your team of apes to spy on my Office, while I’m in the middle of a very important meeting.

(Timmons suddenly grabs Ryan as Mountain Man grabs a few members of the camera crew, dragging them inside the office. Timmons then grabs one of the cameras as his face comes up on the Combat-Tron.)

Timmons: Sorry folks, were going to take a short intermittence. We’ll be back straight after this.

(As the scene cuts off, a loud crashing and screaming sound is heard, the Combat-Tron switching back the commentators as the fans boo loudly.)

Daniels: Revelations galore right there.

Masters: Phew it’s lucky Ryan never captured anything of what went on inside the Office, Jarred.

Daniels: What do you mean, William. We heard everything.

Masters: You heard NOTHING. And if you want to keep your job here, I suggest you tell the audience watching at home exactly that.

Daniels: I’m not going to lie to the CZW viewers, William. Timmons and Mountain Man was clearly paid off by Montana, and what exactly was Timmons talking about? His match tonight? What does he have planned?

Waters: Well I doubt Timmons has much planned, it’s Montana the brains behind all of these repulsive schemes.

Masters: Anyway folks, like Tim said earlier, we’ll be back after a short intermittence.

(Going into the break) Masters: Keep your mouth shut, Jarred.

***

Back from the break, the scene opens in the Beautiful Agony locker room. Stablemates and soon to be opponents, Mike Monroe, Eddie Rowan, Brian Blaze, and Johnny Kerosene all seem to be very united at the moment as they blaze through another song on Rock Band.

Mike: Damn, Eddie, you’re really sucking it up on this song!”

Eddie: “Hey, I’m not used to the bass parts of these songs, whereas I have them all memorized on guitar! It’s not my fault that Johnny always hogs the lead guitar when we play this!”

Johnny: “It’s not my fault that you don’t rock as hard as I do. Well, I guess technically it IS, but…”

Brian Blaze speaks to the tune of “Anyway You Want It” by Journey, and since it doesn’t matter what you actually SAY while you’re ‘singing’ so long as the tune is right, it does not hinder the groups score in the least.

Brian: “We’ve almost got the five stars, stop screwing it up Ed, aaaanyway you want it!”

As the song ends, the group is surprised to hear real-life applause from behind them. As they turn, so does the camera pan to the left to reveal Kyle Riley and Evan Tyler of Idolized dressed in their street attire.

Evan: “So this is how Beautiful Agony trains for their matches, eh?”

Mike: “It seems to be working if you haven’t noticed all the gold we currently have in our possession.”

Kyle: “Hey, hey, relax buddy, we’re not here to start anything. Just wanted to tell my man Brian and his partner…good match on Overdrive, guys. But we also wanted to let you know that just because you won that match doesn’t mean you’ve gotten rid of us. Whichever two of you comes out of the pay-per-view with those belts will be defending them against us not long after, so just keep that in mind.”

Eddie: “So what, you guys are the ‘#2 contenders,’ eh?”

Evan and Kyle share a smirk before Kyle shrugs.

Kyle: “Sure, if that makes you feel better. Remember, they didn’t beat us in that match. They beat Glassjaw Timmons. As far as ‘the’ team in CZW, you guys are looking at them.”

Brian: “Anyway you want it, we’re #1 contenders, any way you want it!”

Johnny: “Dude, the song is over…”

Eddie: “Hey, if that makes you feel better. However, it would seem that Mike and I have the belts, making US ‘the’ team in CZW.”

Evan: “Well, we can’t very well argue that right now. You guys enjoy your match at the pay-per-view. Just remember, whoever walks out with the gold, we’ll be knocking on your door soon. Good luck tonight, too. You’re all going to need it.”

With that, Evan and Kyle leave the room. Eddie and Mike share knowing looks before rolling their eyes.

Eddie: “It’s tough being the best sometimes.”

Brian: “That’s the way you need it, AAAANYWAY YOU WANT IT!”

***

-=- ROCK STAR vs. STRAIGHT EDGE! -=-
"CZW's Resident Rock Star" Johnny Kerosene vs. "The Phoenix" Mike King

***

Daniels: The following match is giving us a preview of this developing Youthful Aggression and Beautiful Agony feud.

Masters: That is correct and the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship is going to win.

Waters: I wouldn’t go out and count out CZW’s resident Rock Star just yet. He himself is going to be contending for the Tag Team Titles.

Masters: Yeah, if his partner even makes it after he gets destroyed by Timmons in the Greenhouse Match.

Daniels: Kerosene and King is up next let’s throw it to Jessica.

Jessica is standing in the ring as Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Godsmack begins to play and the fans boo.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring he hails from Buckeye, Arizona. He is the Straight Edge Phoenix. Mike King.

Mike King confidently struts to the ring as the fans continue to boo him.

Masters: There he is the future Intercontinental Champion and the future winner of this match.

Just then Johnny B Goode by Judas Priest hits and the fans go nuts.

Daniels: I think this man may have something to do with that.

Just then Johnny Kerosene is on the stage with his keytar as the fans cheer and he make shis way to the ring.

Jessica: And his opponent he is from Bristol, England. Johnny Kerosene!

Johnny slides into the ring as he poses for the fans with his keytar as the cheer and go nuts. Jessica then leaves the ring as Johnny slides his keytar to the outside of the ring.

Daniels: Both men are in the ring the bell rings and the match is under way.

Waters: It starts off with a bang as well these two have just started brawling. They are unloading on each other with rights this is a massive brawl.

Masters: I love it. These two are dismantling each other and eventually it will lead to an MK victory.

Daniels: Not after moves like that. Johnny kicks Mike in the stomach and lifts him up and hits him with a suplex. Johnny rolls over and cover 1.…no Mike King kicks out.

Waters: Now look at Johnny. He has Mike by the legs and he jumps. He dropkicks Mike King right in the groin.

Masters: That’s cheating disqualify him!

Waters: This is CZW moron there are no Disqualifications.

Daniels: Johnny attempted another cover and Mike King kicked out at two. Johnny is now seemingly stalking MK. Johnny now runs and he goes for a Flying Forearm as Mike lowers the top rope and Johnny goes flying over and crashes onto the floor.

Waters: Great ring awareness there by Mike as he knew where he was and that sent Johnny to the outside of the ring.

Masters: Mike King isn’t done there Johnny is getting to his feet as Mike bounces off the far ropes. Mike comes charging and hit’s a suicide dive onto Johnny. Mike King is in control and that only means good things.

Waters: Great move by Mike King not afraid to sacrifice himself to get a win. He rolls Johnny back into the ring and goes for a cover 1.….2.…no.

Daniels: Johnny gets the shoulder up but Mike King is in control. He starts stomping away at Johnny as he is now down and starts choking Johnny.

Masters: Whatever it takes to win. He then picks Johnny up and has him locked into a full nelson. Oh he hit’s a big dragon suplex on Johnny as he bridges and turns it into a cover. 1.…..2.…no Johnny gets out of it.

Waters: Mike King is in complete control as he starts going to work on the lower back of Johnny. He is stomping the lower back of and dropping some elbows into that lower back. He picks Johnny up and hits him with a backbreaker. As he goes for a cover 1...no Johnny gets the shoulder up.

Masters: Mike has a chinlock locked in now as he is digging his knee into the back of Johnny. Mike starts hitting some forearms into the chest of Johnny. Johnny is feeling the energy from these dumbass fans though.

Daniels: He most certainly is as he is getting to his feet. Mike is trying to not break that hold as he has him in a side headlock now. Johnny is hitting some elbows to try and get out of it. Mike King is reeling from the elbows to the gut as Johnny is finally free. He runs and bounces off the ropes and is knocked off his feet by a Metallica Kick from Mike King.

Waters: That awesome Yakuza kick almost took Johnny’s head off as Mike goes for another cover 1.…2.…no! Johnny kicks out again as Mike King is going for and locks in a Sharpshooter.

Masters: Mike has been working on Johnny’s back the whole time Johnny should tap out.

Daniels: Johnny has a lot of guts though. He’s just not going to give up that easily. Mike is just wrenching back though as Johnny is in obvious pain as. Johnny is scrambling he’s trying to get to the ropes. He is crawling but Mike pulls him back to the center of the ring. Johnny is trying everything he can to get out of it. He then uses his leg strength and pushes Mike King off of him.

Waters: What strength displayed there by Johnny but you can tell he’s hurting.

Masters: He should have given up.

Daniels: Johnny sis using the ropes to help him up as Mike makes his way over and he hooks in a Cobra Clutch. Mike then spins Johnny out and goes for a close line but Johnny ducks. Johnny keeps running and he bounces off the ropes. Johnny comes back as he hit’s a flying forearm. Mike King is quickly to his feet and he is taken down with a big close line. Mike then grabs Johnny and sends him to the ropes. Miek goes for another close line and Johnny ducks. Johnny then bounces off the ropes and this a baseball slide chop block.

Waters: Great display of offence here from Johnny as he is proving he’s not yet out of it.

Masters: Just delaying his inevitable defeat. Mike is still down as Johnny hit’s a standing Moonsault and stays on for the cover 1.…2...KICK OUT MIKE!

Daniels: And he does kick out after the two count. Mike is now sprawling as he makes his way to the corner. Johnny is right behind him as he jumps to the second rope and hits Mike with ten punches to the face. He then moves and hit’s a one handed bulldog onto Mike. Another cover 1.….2.…..NO!

Waters: Neither man is giving up easily and neither man is going to give in so easily here. Johnny is now on the outside of the ring as he is waiting for Mike to get up. Mike is slowly but surely to his feet as Johnny jumps and spring off the top rope and hit’s a swinging DDT!

Daniels: What a great move there from Johnny and he isn’t done. Johnny is quick to his feet as he jumps to the top rope. Mike is getting to his feet as he stumbles towards where Johnny is and Johnny takes flight and hit’s a Corkscrew Cross Body!

Masters: That was a nice move.

Waters: Cover 1.…..2.…..NO! Somehow Mike King gets the shoulder up.

Daniels: Johnny wondering what he has to do to get a win here. He is waiting for Mike to get up and he could be going for the Facemelter. He has the full nelson set in but Mike gets out of it. He gets Johnny in a Cobra Clutch and goes for another short arm close line but Johnny ducks again. Johnny goes for a super kick but Mike catches his foot. Mike spins Johnny around and goes for another Metallica Kick but Johnny catches his foot. Mike goes for an inaugural but Johnny ducks. Mike is quick to his feet as Johnny throws a right and Mike blocks it. Mike goes for a right of his win which is then blocked. Mike takes a step back and goes for a roaring elbow and Johnny ducks that. Johnny then spins Mike around and is hit in the face with a green mist.

Masters: HA HA HA! Now he can’t see.

Waters: Johnny is blinded he is scrambling around the ring trying to se as Mike grabs himand hits him with the King Krash!

Masters: He’s going for the cover 1.…….2.………..NO!

Daniels: I don’t believe it Johnny somehow kicked out of the King Krash!

Waters: Johnny’s vision is still obviously impaired as Mike is waiting for him to get up. Johnny turns right into a Shining Metallica from Mike. Miek then again quickly grabs him and hits another King Krash!

Masters: He goes for another cover 1.…….2.……..3!

Waters: It’s all over folks!

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked begins to play as Mike’s hand is raised by the referee.

Jessica: Here is you winner. The Straight Edge Phoenix. MIKE KING!

Daniels: What a match what heart from Johnny kicking out of the first King Krash but Mike had him where he wanted him. Hitting him with Shining Metallica then another King Krash and Johnny just couldn’t kick out.

Waters: That Green Mist surely helped out as well.

Masters: Who care you people can all say what you want Mike King won this match and I hope Maynard O’Toole is taking notes for he is losing his title to this man at Road to Glory.

Daniels: It was a great effort from Johnny but Mike King comes away with the win.

***

Mike King and Chris Tolwar are backstage after the match that King had with Kerosene. King is wiping his brow with a towel while Tolwar is excited about being backstage at a CZW show.

Chris Tolwar: Michael, good match out there. That was a good one.

King stares at the jumpy, excitable Tolwar.

Mike King: Please, please call me Mike Chris.

Tolwar: OK Mike, what did you think of the match?

King: Meh it was nothing special. Johnny put up a good fight. Win or lose, I am prepared for Maynard O'Toole and winning the Intercontinental title from him.

The eager Tolwar interrupts King.

Tolwar: Yes, yes, yes, but what about me, when's my first?

King: I don't know. Maybe, just maybe at Road to Glory. No guarantees but...

Tolwar cuts King off.

Tolwar: Yes, yes, yes. Now that's the shit right there. OH YEAH! OH YEAH!

King shakes his head as Tolwar looks like he is orgasming.

King: I'm getting out of here before you jizz your pants.

King leaves Tolwar before he jizzes his pants. All of a sudden Ryan Lewis walks past him. Tolwar tries to get his attention.

Tolwar: Hey Ryan, hey Ryan. It's Chris Tolwar...

Ryan walks pas Tolwar trying to pay attention so he can get to his next interview. Tolwar looks pissed about that.

Tolwar: Damn it, Goddamn it! What the hell Ryan? Can't you talk to me? I am Chris Tolwar, Mike King's protege.

King walks back up to Tolwar and slaps him.

King: You are not my protege yet. You are my intern.

King walks away from Tolwar once again as Tolwar is left to recover from the slap as the scene fades.

***

The crowd in the Carolina Coliseum is finally starting to calm down after the last match. Some are headed to the concession stands. Some to the bathroom. Some out to smoke. Others stay in their seats and talk to the friends they came with. After a few moments, the lights go out, and “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue,” by Toby Keith blares over the loud speakers. A spotlight hits the curtain and out walks a large man that hasn’t been seen before in CZW. Just based on first observations, the man is obviously over 6 foot tall, and is easily over 250lbs. From under a green, fitted ball cap it is seen, the man has a red tint to his blonde hair with matching side burns and a five o’clock shadow. He has a loose, white, long-sleeve button up shirt on untucked and hanging down over his blue jeans. The bottom of his blue jean legs cover his brown cowboy boots which are stained by dry mud and grease. He walks down to the ring with a smile on his face, but the crowd doesn’t seem to know how to react to him.

Masters: Who the hell is this guy?

Daniels: I don’t know but he’s a big guy.

Waters: Wow Jarred, did you figure that out all by yourself?

The man climbs into the ring and asks for a mic. A staff member hands one to him and he turns to the hard camera.

Man: Now, I know most of ya’ll don’t know me. Don’t worry too much though, cause you will know me soon enough.

The man speaks in a distinct Southern accent, but it is not overly thick.

Man: I’m Kyle Castles and I’m the newest member of CZW. I’m not a…I’m not a white-trash hillbilly like CZW has had in the past. I’m just a normal southern American man. I believe in America and the Constitution. I believe people living here in America can become anything they want. If you don’t believe it, just look at me. I grew up in a small town in Mississippi watching guys like Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, Randy Savage and Sting, wishing I could do what they did. I also grew up watching football and dreamt to be in the NFL. Well when one dream dies here in America another one comes to life. Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “America means opportunity, freedom, power. “ Well by God, I have dedicated my life to using this opportunity that America has given me. To maximize my freedom, and to use the power that both give me.

Crowd: USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

Kyle: I was born to an honest, hard-working momma and deddy. I was cane switch raised and we were dirt floor poor. But we made it through the hard times. This is what makes me love this country. In no other country can poor old white boy grow up and fulfill his childhood dream. But here I stand. In the middle of a ring belonging to the greatest wrestling company on this earth. So now that you know a little bit about me, look for me on Overdrive. I’ll be the guy winning matches every week.

With that, Kyle places the mic under the bottom turnbuckle of the near-right post. The crowd gives him a nice ovation as he walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain.

Daniels: Well, Kyle Castles, the former college football player turned pro wrestler who loves America seems to be ready to get things started here in CZW.

Masters: Who the hell does he think he is, coming out here and bashing Buck Evans? A guy who used to dominate CZW.

Daniels: He didn't say anything about Buck.

Masters: Don't be ignorant Jarred, you know who he was talking about. I can't wait for someone to knock him back down to earth.

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-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
Godzilla Sawyer vs. "Psycho" Sam Attic

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Towers: Ladies and gentlemen! This next bout is a Tower of Power qualifying match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Grand Rapids, Michigan weighing 270 pounds, he is the CZW Television Champion, GODZILLA SAWYER!

The Godzilla theme plays as the fans erupt in cheers. Sawyer walks down the ramp, shaking hands and thanking people for coming out before getting into the ring and staring back down towards the aisle.

Towers: And his opponent, from Wichita, Kansas weighing 220 pounds, “Psycho” SAM ATTIC!

“Crashing” by Gravity Kills plays as the fans give Attic a much less warm reception. Not the he seems to care, as what little mind he gives the fans adds up to nothing but a sneer.

Daniels: This is going to be a classic battle of two contrasting styles. The size and strength of Sawyer matched up against the speed and agility of Attic.

Waters: Well that's true, but it's not exactly David and Goliath out there. Both fighters can have surprising bursts of speed and strength respectively, given their builds.

Masters: Also, the “small guy” is the one who actually has muscle tone.

Daniels: You don't get the nickname “Godzilla” without being strong, William.

Waters: And neither of you get the nickname “Commentator” without watching the fight, so how about we do that?

The bell sounds and the fight begins. Both are acting cautiously, but Attic considerably more so, circling around Sawyer every time he tries to get in close, but not yet capitalizing with any strikes.

Daniels: A very cautious, defensive start to this match. The tension is rising-

Masters: Yeah, yeah, would you just start bloody hitting each other? Christ, my grandma could start a fight faster than this, and she's been dead for twenty years!

Waters: Looks like they heard you, Willie. Attic with a kick to the leg, and another, but Zilla looks unphased.

Daniels: Sawyer has the edge in toughness as well. He pulls Attic in, and a vicious headbutt sends him to the canvas!

Masters: About damn time! Now do it again.

Waters: Sam is back up and now the two are ready. Another kick to the legs from Attic, and Zilla tries a clothesline- no, it's dodged, and Attic continues his assault on the legs.

Masters: This is smart fighting right here. Sam knows the kind of damage the Wrecking Ball can do and he's making sure Sawyer can't even get himself up that turnbuckle.

Daniels: But Zilla is far from finished. Pulling him in for another headbutt, and a fantastic belly to belly suplex!

Waters: Attic gets up quickly though, charging Sawyer- right into a textbook snap powerslam! Sawyer with the first cover of the match.

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Daniels: In the opening minutes of the fight, Attic is already looking a bit sloppy, while Godzilla Sawyer is showing some beautiful fundamentals.

Masters: That may be the second time “beautiful” and “Godzilla Sawyer” have ever been used in the same sentence.

Daniels: Alright, I'll bite... and the first time is?

Masters: The first time is in your Valentine's Day poetry, since you're in such goddamn love with the guy!

Waters: Gentlemen. The match?

Daniels: Of course. Attic rolling to the outside now, and he's pulling out a chair. That may be what it takes to down the monster Sawyer.

Masters: Of course that's what it takes, though I must say I'm disappointed.

Waters: Really? You think Sam's fists should be the only weapons he needs?

Masters: Of course not! But it's... a chair. Sure, it's hardcore, but with the Greenhouse match coming up later tonight, a steel chair feels so... generic.

Waters: In any case, Attic and Sawyer look ready for each other.

Daniels: Both of them, pacing around the ring. “Psycho” Sam Attic with a chair, Godzilla Sawyer with nothing but his own self, and- they both charge! It's-

Masters: Dropkick! Attic with the fakeout, and a dropkick to the knee! Fantastic strategy!

Daniels: Sawyer's still up, but he's stunned, and now Attic with the chairshot.

Waters: Uh oh. Sam, I think you just made him mad.

Masters: Like he cares! Another chair shot! And a third! Good god do I love this sport!

Daniels: Zilla is somehow still standing, but he's looking woozy. Attic throws the chair away, locks up, into... a Bus Driver! Hooks the leg! The cover!

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Waters: Attic can't believe it, and I'm not sure I blame him.

Daniels: Sawyer somehow finding the reserves to kick out, and Attic is not pleased. He's just pounding, clubbing away at Sawyer now.

Waters: This is not smart. The last thing Sam wants to do is get into a ground fight with a man Sawyer's size.

Masters: Who cares? If he's down, hit him. How is that ever a bad strategy?

Daniels: Sawyer lashing out at Attic now, and that buys him enough time to get back to his feet.

Masters: Attic's eyeing that chair. Come on, you know he can take a few more to the head! And if he can't, oh well!

Waters: But Zilla's not letting him. Irish whip into the turnbuckle, and Zilla's getting ready to charge.

Daniels: The fans are getting riled up for this, Sawyer runs in- no one home! Attic dodges at the last second, goes for a School Boy!

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Masters: Attic's just getting robbed now. Come on ref, you know what three is? I'll give you a hint: it's the one after two!

Waters: Both men are up. Zilla locks up, gaining the advantage, and- yes, it looks like an Abdominal Stretch!

Daniels: Attic's been trying to wear down Zilla's legs, and he's paying him back to the midsection.

Waters: And Sam is screaming in pain. We don't often see Sawyer make someone tap, but it could happen right now if Sam's not careful.

Masters: And that would be a horrible end to a match that should've been over by now.

Daniels: Well, that- no! Attic twisting, trying to get out, and he strikes with an elbow! A second elbow, and he's free! Russian leg sweep on the big man, and he hooks the leg!

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Masters: You have got to be bloody kidding me. Seriously. Is this some sort of elaborate prank?

Daniels: No, just the stamina and fortitude of one Godzilla Sawyer.

Waters: Both men are back up, and Attic is still working on Sawyer's legs.

Daniels: But Sawyer isn't going to stay at length for long. He locks up, and delivers a textbook scoop slam. Zilla bounds off the ropes... leg drop to the head, and he's not done.

Waters: Sawyer up again, off the other side, and this time with a knee to the head! And a cover.

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Masters: Attaboy Sam! Show him you can take it.

Waters: Hey Will, what happened to staying neutral?

Masters: Well, I figure if Jarred over there can have his hot sticky love affair with “one Godzilla Sawyer,” I should be able to cheer for who I want to win.

Daniels: Sawyer still has the advantage, pulling Attic up... another headbutt, into an irish whip into the ropes.

Waters: Attic comes bounding off, but he was ready for it! Spinning heel kick and a beauty at that!

Daniels: Not going into a cover this time, instead flips Sawyer onto his stomach... that's the Hangman Clutch! He's going for a submission!

Masters: Well, the ref's clearly too dumb to count to three, so why not? More power to him.

Waters: Sawyer the one screaming in pain now and he's clawing to get to the ropes.

Crowd: ZILLA! ZILLA! ZILLA!

Daniels: The crowd is all but on their feet, cheering for their blue collar hero to get out of this hold!

Masters: I know. I swear, people like this are why condoms come with instructions.

Daniels: Could you at least attempt to be neutral?

Masters: Right, as soon as you try it for once. “Blue collar hero” my pale British ass.

Waters: And as they continue their mental warfare, let's get back to the physical kind in the ring. Sawyer continues to crawl... and... yes! He makes it to the rope! Sam doesn't appear to be letting go anytime soon, though. The ref might have to peel Attic off of him.

Daniels: The referee breaks it up and Sawyer pulls himself up with the ropes. He's back to his feet, and... he's charging, with fire in his eyes! Clothesline! Zilla keeps running, and Attic up just in time for a flying shoulder block! Both men get back up again, and... belly to belly suplex! Sawyer is rolling!

Masters: But he's exhausted. What more can he have in the tank?

Waters: He's looking to the crowd... dragging Attic over to the turnbuckle... I think he knows what they want.

Daniels: It's devastatingly simple, and simply devastating... it's the Wrecking Ball, and we're about to see it.

Masters: Devastatingly- did you come up with that all by yourself, Jarred?

Waters: Zilla's taking his time, though... he's clearly been weakened from the fight so far.

Daniels: He's up to the top; here it comes! Wrecking Ball!

Masters: No no no no no... … Yes! YES! Attic countered it! Attic countered it!

Waters: Whether by reflexes, instinct, or just playing possum, Sam got his knees up just in the nick of time. All that energy, right back into Sawyer's gut.

Daniels: Not all of it. Attic is still hurt, but he's crawling over. He hooks the leg!

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Daniels: Incredible! After all this Sawyer will not stay down! I daresay I am speechless!

Masters: If you're so bloody speechless, then SHUT THE HELL UP!

Waters: Attic is beyond enraged, crawling back... to the chair!

Masters: That's right! Hit him some more!

Daniels: Attic has the chair now, Zilla's back to his feet... both men are absolutely exhausted.

Waters: Attic shuffles ahead, and eats a punch to the gut. Now Sawyer's tugging for the chair! If he gets a hold of that thing, this could all be over!

Masters: But Sam isn't letting go that easy. He's tugging back... one more kick to the shin and now Sawyer's grip is gone!

Waters: And a chair to the head as the exclamation point! Now, Sam... he's dropped the chair. What's his plan?

Daniels: Sawyer may barely know where he is as Sam locks up... looks like he's lifting him.

Waters: He's not... he couldn't...

Masters: He can, and he is! DRAMARAMA INTO THE CHAIR!

Waters: Attic used all his strength for that. Will he get over in time?

Masters: If he doesn't, I will personally get in there and strangle the ref myself.

Waters: Attic crawls over; hooks the leg!

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Towers: The winner of the match, “Psycho” SAM ATTIC!

Daniels: It's a shame there's no consolation prize because Sawyer would deserve every bit of it.

Waters: No argument there. Few men in any league, much less CZW, can get up from as much damage as he took in this one.

(Sawyer stands in the ring after a grueling match with Sam Attic, exhausted and out of breath Sawyer goes to exit when the lights in the arena go out and pitch black darkness envelopes the arena. The voice of Johnny Cash is heard, “And behold a pale horse and the name it said on him was ’Death’ and hell followed with him.” A green light illuminates the ring now as we see Impaler standing behind Sawyer and in front of him is Father Richard in front of Sawyer. Sawyer stands perplexed as father Richard mouths some words and makes the sign of the cross in front of Sawyer.)

Daniels: This is just way too creepy.

(As father Richard finishes his ritual his eyes make contact with Impaler’s. Impaler suddenly and violently spins Sawyer around and slaps his right hand around throat, quickly snapping him into the air and then maliciously slamming Sawyer on the hard canvas.)

Masters: This isn’t creepy, it’s just plain scary.

(Father Richard then motions to the two corners containing the steel stairs as two acolytes dressed in black step out of the shadows and lift the top halves of the stairs up and slide them into the ring.)

Daniels: Where did those two come from?

Masters: It’s what the two in the ring have planned that I worry about.

(Impaler quickly slides the steel stairs together end to end. Impaler’s gaze then turns to the limp and lifeless body of Sawyer and starts to stalk towards him. Impaler pulls Sawyer to his knees, begins to drag Sawyer over to the stairs and take a step on to the first step. Impaler then looks around at the crowd that is silent in anticipation and horror as Impaler lifts Sawyer into a hunched over position. Impaler now returns his gaze to Father Richard who has moved around in front of Impaler and is nodding. Impaler follows the man’s unspoken command thrusting Sawyer under his arm while tossing the other arm over his head, following it by quickly snapping Sawyer into the air in position for what appears to be a Suplex. Impaler sustains his hold for a couple seconds before snapping his body around landing on top of Sawyer who himself lands back first, shoulders, and neck first across the steel stairs leaving lying on the makeshift table that has become of the stairs.)

Daniels: Oh my god…

Masters: I am speechless.

(Impaler then takes Sawyer’s arms and crosses them across the chest on Sawyer. Father Richard proceeds to motion Impaler away as he approaches the prone body of Sawyer and crosses him again as if administering his last rights. Before walking away Father Richard reaches into the inside of his blazer and pulls out a pamphlet and places it under Sawyer’s arms along with that he places two dimes on Sawyer’s eyelids. Once finishes Father Richard steps back glances at Impaler and then the green light goes out. When the house lights return Impaler and Father Richard are gone. All that remains is the lifeless body of Godzilla Sawyer on top of the stairs arms folded, pamphlet underneath and coins over his eyes as trainers and E.M.T.s rush from the back to attend to the unconscious man.)

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We cut backstage... We see the catering table...set up... ready for the CZW superstars to grab a bite to eat. Our attention zooms, towards a plate in the center of the table...

This plate, was like any ordinary plate...except the fact that this one in particular...had a stack of pancakes upon it.

The mapley-syrupy goodness of those mouthwatering morsels of doughey goodness, was impaled by a sterling silver fork...and that fork...had a not attached upon it....

Our cameras once again, zoom into the handwriting upon the piece of paper...and we read...

I WANT IN THE TOWER...

EVERY DAY THAT PASSES,

WITHOUT MY NAME IN THAT MATCH...

PEOPLE WILL GET HURT...

...THIS...IS...A...PROMISE....

....Signed..with hate...

-Knox Harper....

-Fade Out-

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-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
"The Reaper" Brian Kirkland vs. "Bad Ass" Matt Covey

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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a Tower of Power qualifyer scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..."

"Personal Jesus" by Lollipop Lust Kill begins to play over the PA, followed by jeers from the crowd.

TOWERS: "Introducing first... from Dallas, North Carolina... a member of Youthful Aggression, and the CZW Ultraviolent champion... "The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND!!"

Brian walks out, with his title around his waist, shirtless, and wearing his normal ring gear. He pauses and smirks as a small fireworks display goes off. He walks down to the ring, ignoring completely the fans that try to reach out for him. He slides into the ring, and poses at a turnbuckle.

TOWERS: "And his opponent..."

The jeers turn into cheers as "Sonne" by Rammstein begins to play.

TOWERS: "Hailing from wherever he damn where pleases, and weighing in at 225 pounds... "Bad Ass" MATT COVEY!!"

A different fireworks display goes off before Covey walks out onto the ramp. He is wearing his trademark leather jacket, and casual blue jeans-and-shirt wrestling attire we're accustomed to from him. He wears dark shades, and a lit cigarette hangs from his mouth. He casually walks down to the ring, and slides in. He keeps his eyes on Kirkland as he also poses at a turnbuckle for a moment. He gets down, takes off his jacket and shades, and throws the cigarette down on the floor... allowing a staff member to snuff it out. He begins stretching as Kirkland just stares at him from the opposite end.

DANIELS: "This is a dream match for a some, and a spot in the Tower of Power is on the line here. Both men are quite deserving of a spot, if you ask me, each being a CZW staple."

WATERS: "Oh, I agree there, I just don't agree with Brian's new direction. It's one thing to make a personal choice, it's another to enforce it and shove it in everyone else's faces."

MASTERS: "And what an ironic match up here, our clean cut, healthy UV champ against the epitome of drug use, the junkie and out of shape Covey."

DANIELS: "Covey, out of shape? Are you blind?"

MASTERS: "You're the one wearing glasses, wanker."

WATERS: "The bell rings, and they begin circling each other. This match means a lot, take it from me.. I am a Tower of Power veteran."

DANIELS: "This is true. They both lock up, and neither man takes clear control. Covey finally backs Kirkland up into a corner, and the ref calls for a clean break... which Covey gives him."

WATERS: "Good sportsmanship so far from the Bad Ass."

MASTERS: "Don't expect it too much, this man is a snake."

DANIELS: "They're in the middle of the ring again, and again they lock up. This time Brian pushes Covey into a corner... the ref again calls for a clean break... looks like we're going to get one... NO! Kirkland slaps Covey straight in the mouth."

WATERS: "And that might have been a bad move, because Covey's fire is now lit as he moves the ref out of the way and unleashes a series of reckless punches towards Kirkland!"

MASTERS: "And Kirkland taking the wise route, quickly getting out of the ring as Covey hangs over the ropes begging for him to come back."

WATERS: "The fans are heckling Kirkland for it, but I don't think he cares the slightest bit. The ref gets Covey to back off, and Kirkland slides in. Covey immediately drops a few boots to his back, taking control. He picks him up, and --"

* CHOP! *

DANIELS: "Woooo! Heavy chop to Kirkland's chest! Another! ANOTHER! His chest is bright red now! Covey throws him to the ropes... whooping powerslam! Covey goes for the first pinfall attempt."

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MASTERS: "Not enough, obviously too early. Covey is drunk. He picks Kirkland back up and chops him again! Damn him! He now irish whips Kirkland into the corner... oh lord, I hate this!"

DANIELS: "He mounts and begins a series of mounted punches!"

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WATERS: "Covey jumps off, as Kirkland stumbles out of the corner... and falls flat on his face! That was priceless."

DANIELS: "And Covey quickly turns him around, going for the cover.

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MASTERS: "That was ridiculous, no way is Brian going to take the fall after that hero B.S. Covey picks him back up and throws him to the ropes once more. He ducks for a back drop.. but Kirkland wises grabs a hold of the ropes, and NICE! A solid kick to Covey's head!"

DANIELS: "Covey stumbles back, and The Reaper kicks him hard in the gut.. again.. a punch, another.. he grabs a hold of Covey's head.. a knee shot! Another! Another! As Covey stumbles more, in a daze, Kirkland runs to the ropes... and nails a spinning forearm! Excellent delivery."

WATERS: "Kirkland quick to pick Matt back up... belly-to-belly suplex! He then drops a hard elbowdrop, and goes for the cover."

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MASTERS: "Kirkland in control, but he's going to the outside apron. He waits for Covey to get to his feet... he measures.. he leaps! Springboard lariat! Beautiful move. I'd be straight edge if I didn't like scotch so much."

WATERS: "Your poor liver. Brian picks Covey back up and irish whips him into a corner. He pauses as the crowd is infuriated, and he gets a head of steam.. he takes off... but Covey moves at the last moment, and Kirkland lands chest first right into the turnbuckles. As he stumbles back, Covey grabs him and nails a back suplex. He picks him up and nails a back breaker."

DANIELS: "And he keeps it on, turning it into a submission move! He grinds down as Kirkland is grimacing. He won't give up, however. Covey lets him go, and picks him back up. He picks him up and nails a snake eyes on Kirkland, who falls flat on his back. Covey going to the top rope!"

MASTERS: "This will end in disaster."

DANIELS: "The crowd is loving it though! He is up all the way now, and measuring.. he leaps for a frog splash, but Kirkland rolls out of the way at the last second! Kirkland begins to pull himself up with the ropes as Covey rolls around, holding his stomach."

MASTERS: "Told ya!"

WATERS: "Kirkland quickly capitolizes, and he begins a series of stomps on the back of the fallen Covey. He picks him, and nails a few hard forearms to his back. He runs to the ropes... and Kirkland nails Covey with a snap DDT! The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Very close! It's only a matter of time now."

DANIELS: "Covey is a beast, William, and you know this man!"

WATERS: "Brian picks Matt back up... and throws him out fo the ring, blantantly!"

MASTERS: "Kirkland wants to beat Matt at his own game."

DANIELS: "Kirkland follows him out, and punches him a few more times. He positions him... irish whip... REVERAL..."

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WATERS: "Kirklands slams hard into the guardrail! Bad idea to play Matt's game if you ask me, William."

MASTERS: "I didn't!"

DANIELS: "Covey lumbers over to the hurt Kirkland, looking to take charge. He begins a series of punches that he calls a rowdy strike combo! He then slams Kirkland's head down hard on the guardrail... I think Kirkland is bleeding from his eyebrow!"

WATERS: "And Covey smells the blood, look at the eyes!"

MASTERS: "The PCP has kicked in!"

DANIELS: "Covey punches Kirkland hard in the face again, as he is trying to retreat. He kicks him in the gut... and nails a bodyslam right onto the floor. Now what is he doing?"

MASTERS: "He's doing what he always does, he's making a mistake by going for a table instead of finishing off Kirkland!"

WATERS: "A year ago, and you would have been praising him non-stop!"

MASTERS: "Things change, Shawn, a year ago I never would of thought I would have to listen to your Australian accent sitting next to me every show! What did I do!?"

WATERS: "You sucked, that's why they begged me to liven the announcing up!"

MASTERS: "Tomfoolery!"

DANIELS: "Nevertheless, Covey has thrown a table into the ring. He turns his attention back to Kirkland, and lays some kicks to his stomach. It's now his turn to position Kirkland... the irish whip..."

MASTERS: "THE REVERSAL..."

* CLING! *

WATERS: "Kirkland just irish whipped Covey right into the ring post! Head first!"

MASTERS: "And is repaying him the favor... now Covey is bleeding from HIS eyebrow!"

DANIELS: "Well it wouldn't be a proper Covey match without blood. Brian is in obvious pain, however. He gets his bearings and throws Covey back into the ring. But instead of joining him, he's going to the top!"

WATERS: "This is going to be bad, WILLIAM!"

MASTERS: "Eat it!"

DANIELS: "He's measuring Covey as Matt begins to get up on his feet... Brian leaps!.... OH!"

WATERS: "Brian went for some sort of double-ax handle maneuvar, but Covey speared him in mid-flight! Such impact!"

MASTERS: "NO... Covey lands on top of Kirkland!"

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MASTERS: "Oh thank God!"

DANIELS: "Amazing move, and both men are laid out in the ring. The ref begins a ten count."

MASTERS: "What is the ref doing!? We can't have a T.O.P. qualifying match end in a double count out!"

WATERS: "Well it's moot point, as Covey and Kirkland are both stirring already. Keep in mind, that table in the corner of the ring hasn't been used yet."

DANIELS: "And it could eventually be the difference maker in this crucial match! Covey has pulled himself up with the ropes. He walks over to Kirkland and begins picking him up... surprise small package from the Reaper!"

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MASTERS: "NO!"

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MASTERS: "Jesus I'm going to have a heart attack! Beat him already, Brian!"

WATERS: "Calm down, Churchill."

DANIELS: "Covey is back up... as Kirkland is on his hands and knees... Covey lunges forward, and kicks Kirkland right in the skull!!"

WATERS: "Punt kick!"

MASTERS: "Dammit!"

DANIELS: "The cover!"

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MASTERS: "Foot on the ropes! Bloody smart of Brian there."

WATERS: "Covey is on a mission though, as he turns around focuses on that table... Deciding factors, are about to be put in play!"

DANIELS: "This doesn't look good for Kirkland, that's certain. Covey now has that table set up, near a corner. He turns back around to grab Kirkland..."

MASTERS: "But Kirkland spins up and nails him with the Vaccination! What an amazing 540 Kick!"

WATERS: "But Kirkland is still out of it, and now both men are laid out again. If he could manage to capitolize, he'd have the match."

MASTERS: "Come on, Brian!"

DANIELS: "Matt looks like he's out cold, as Brian edges to the ropes to pull himself up. When he finally does, Covey has woken and is standing on his knees. He's telling Brian to bring it!"

WATERS: "And bring he is about to do... lariat... no! Covey ducks it, and nails Kirkland with a neckbreaker!"

MASTERS: "That drug filled bastard!"

DANIELS: "Covey is now calling for the table, much to the crowd's delight! Covey is obviously hurt, but he picks up Brian and places him on the table."

WATERS: "What is he thinking here... something deadly, of course."

MASTERS: "He's going to the top, in the corner right by the table... that fool is going to go for another frog splash. Don't you learn, Covey!"

DANIELS: "Covey is slow to get up to the top, however, as he is in a lot of pain. He gets to the top.. Kirkland has gotten off of the table and climbs to the top from the inside! They begin throwing punches at each other.. teetering.. this could be very bad."

WATERS: "No doubt! Kirkland just poked Covey in the eye, blatantly! They're both standing on the top rope now... Kirkland turns.. he's grabbing Covey's head... oh no, is he going for... "

* CRASH!! *

MASTERS: "HANG EM HIGH THROUGH THE TABLE! BLOODY BRILLIANT!"

WATERS: "A SUPER Hang Em High, from the very top! Kirkland drapes an arm over Matt after he rolled him over!"

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MASTERS: "HE DID IT! HE DID IT! KIRKLAND IS IN THE TOWER OF POWER!"

WATERS: "Amazing match... so was the last one... and we still have two more qualifying matches to go!"

"Personal Jesus" blares over the PA, much to the chagrin of the crowd

DANIELS: "I can't wait to see who wins between Ryan Shane and Kimo Newton, our next qualifyer!"

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-Shot cuts to the parking lot as a jeep 4x4 pulls in and come to a stop. The doors open and the newly signed Buzzsaw jumps out of the passenger’s side door. His agent Tim McFarland steps out dress in a new black suit. Buzzsaw walks besides him as they approach the side door.-

Tim McFarland: Ok we are going to met with the President of the CZW tonight, just let me do the talking and I will handle things.

Buzzsaw: I thought they offered a contract Tim, I thought this was just to go in a sign the damn thing?

Tim McFarland: They did offer a contract, I didn’t lie Buzz, but I think we can do a bit better man. I think having you sitting next to me can give me some leverage to add some perks to the deal. Lets not kid ourselves, you are a former World Champion, have held titles on many continents, you are not just some rookie fresh out of wrestling school or out of some independent circuit.

Buzzsaw: I don’t want to sit through a negations period Tim, I want this contract. I don’t care if they give me a title shot or a big contract, I just want back in the business. I’m tired of wasting away on the independent circuit, wondering if there is going to be a show or not. Driving to god knows where only to find out that my match has been changed or canceled. I’m tired of it Tim, I want stability.

Tim McFarland: And you’ll get it, but you have to let me do my thing, trust me Buzz.

-The two me reach the door and a CZW staff member holding a clip board is checking people in and passing out tags.-

CZW Staff: Name.

Tim McFarland: He’s Buzzsaw and I’m Tim McFarland. We are here to meet management out this man’s contract.

-The staff member runs his figure down the list.- CZW Staff: Well Mr. McFarland I see your name, here is your backstage pass…

-He hands the tags to Tim.-

CZW Staff: But I’m not seeing a Buzzsaw, could it be under a different name?

Tim McFarland: Try Derek Stone.

-The staff member looks.-

CZW Staff: Nope, sorry he’s not on the list. He will not be permitted inside.

Tim McFarland: I’ll go in and handle this, I’ll get you added and get you inside, just stay here and I’ll be back.

-Tim walks into the arena and Buzzsaw walks over towards the wall. Some fans begin to notice him and starting taking pictures.-

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-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
"The sXe Curse" Ryan Shane vs. "The Hawaiian Hustler" Kimo Newton

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Towers: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a qualifier for the Tower of Power match at Road to Glory III.

The lights in the arena slowly dim down to a minimum. As the crowd is bathed in darkness, the screams of people who aren't there begin to blare through the speakers, followed by a voice yelling "This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill!". As the madness ends, "Battle On" by War of Ages starts up. The lights in the arena flash between red and white, bringing the feeling of pandemonium to the next level. When "WE WILL FIGHT!" is yelled, Ryan Shane enters from behind the curtain, his head down and his hair covering his face, trying to avoid the eyes of the "unclean" fans in the audience. He is dressed in a somewhat tight black hoody with a skeleton with angel's wings in green on the front. Underneath he wears a Ryan Shane "Suvivor of a Failing Breed" t-shirt. He waits for a few seconds before raising his fists in the air, the fans answering with hate-filled snarls, then snapping them down and walking to the ring, his eyes now focused on the squared-circle.

Towers: Making his way down the aisle, hailing from Niagara Falls, Ontario, and weighing in at 245 lbs…‘The Straight Edge Curse’ RYAN SHANE!!!!

He runs up the stairs and takes a few steps across the apron before jumping over the top-rope and into the ring. Ryan walks across the mat and goes up to the second-rope. He stares into the crowd for a moment before raising his arms in the Straight Edge X. Ryan jumps off the ropes and walks around, throwing a few strikes to prepare for his match.

Masters: I like this guy Jarred, and he is always right about one thing, he’s better than all of these people who watch on, filling their faces with beer and hotdogs.

Daniels: I seem to remember the first time Ryan had a match here in the Combat Zone, you hardly took any notice of him. In fact I remember you being on the damn phone when he was making himself known in his debut match.

Masters: You’re just jealous Jarred that Ryan and myself are better than all of these people, and certainly better than you Jarred!

Daniels: Don’t try and act like your Straight Edge now William, I’ve seen you hanging out with Jesse Montana and the rest of the guys you butt kiss.

Masters: How dare you insinuate that I indulge in such grotesque behavior.

Waters: Want a nice cold bottle of Bud, William?

Masters: Don’t mind if I do…

Daniels: …

Masters: I mean…no you bloody hooligan, take that poison back to where you came from you beer swilling Aussie has-been.

Waters: Careful William, you don’t want this over your head.

Daniels: And Ryan has a great chance here tonight, still undefeated in singles competition, quite impressive if you ask me.

Waters: I know what it’s like to be in that Tower of Power, Jarred. It’s not an easy place to be, and it’s definitely nothing like any singles match that Ryan has competed in.

The atmosphere suddenly changes as the fans stop booing for the time being, as they await the arrival of Ryan’s opponent, Kimo Newton.

Daniels: This should be an easy win for Ryan here, I saw Kimo in the back a few hours ago before CZW went on air, and he wasn’t making much sense. He had just finished his third bottle of Jamaican Rum.

Waters: Where did you see him William, in the car park?

Daniels: If I recall correctly, he was just about to break into that red Jaguar E-type convertible.

Masters: That BLOODY swine, that’s my vehicle.

Daniels: You drive the Jaguar in the back? You do know you’re about thirty years too old to pull that off.

Masters: You’re only as young as the women you feel, Jarred.

Waters: How old is your daughter again, Jarred?

Daniels: 18...why?

Masters: There you go.

‘My Hood’ by Young Jeezy begins to play throughout the arena. Kimo walks out from the back swinging his arms around, one hand holding a half empty bottle of fine Jamaican Rum.

Towers: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, and weighing in at 195 lbs…‘The Hoodlum From Hawaii’ KIMO NEWTON!!!!

Kimo throws off a hat he was wearing straight into the crowd, then goes to throw the rum, but stops before letting go, taking another swig and signaling to the crowd he was just kidding.

Masters: Look at the face of Ryan Shane, that look tells the whole story. Not only does he hate people who get intoxicated on alcohol, he must feel disrespected having to compete against someone who is intoxicated.

Waters: I don’t actually think Kimo is intoxicated, Willie.

Kimo begins to walk down the ramp, however trips over as he steps off the edge, falling straight into the guard rail as the fans go crazy. Security helps him back up as the fans cheer for Newton.

Masters: What were you saying…Shawn.

Daniels: There isn’t really any history between these two guys, but this was a rivalry waiting to happen here. Both these guys so very different in their ways, and it could lead to explosions here tonight.

Kimo circulates the ring as he gets the crowd chanting his name, Kimo now chucking parts of his Rum all over the front row, as the fans open their mouths desperate for a taste. Ryan meanwhile begins to walk up and down like a raging tiger stuck in a cell, growling as he watches on. Kimo eventually begins to ascend into the ring, tripping up the stairs as his music cuts off.

Waters: I don’t think Ryan is going to waste any time here, he looks set to rip the cranium of Kimo off with one fatal tug.

Daniels: Kimo is a guy who likes to enjoy himself, previously one half of the Hawaiian Hustlers alongside Chris Ross, these guys didn’t take the business as seriously as Ryan. He stands for the Straight Edge lifestyle, and he would die by that, and this business.

Masters: You can’t take this business seriously if you come out with a bottle of liquor for an entrance.

Waters: Well I’m not sure you’re entirely right there Willie, Kimo would love to gain excess into the Tower of Power just as much as Ryan and anyone else here in the Combat Zone.

Daniels: And were moments away from finding out our next entry, will it be Ryan Shane or Kimo Newton. Lets get it on.

*DING DING*

Daniels: Ryan wasting no time at all here as he attacks Kimo. We knew Ryan was bubbling with anger as Kimo made his way down towards the ring a few moments ago…OH HOLY HELL!!!

Masters: That dirty degenerate, Kimo just spat that horrid Jamaican Rum right into the face of Ryan!

Waters: That’s a kick in the nuts ain’t it!

Daniels: This match may have already turned violent here in the home of Ultraviolence. And how shameful must it be for Ryan to have everything he stands for spat right back in his face.

Waters: Kimo knows how to play the game so to speak, this business is just as much about the mental battle than the physical battle, and Kimo knows exactly how to rile Ryan up.

Masters: And this despicable pig is in complete control of the match, as Ryan is finding it hard to see anything right now.

Daniels: Ryan of course apart of the Beautiful Agony vs. Youthful Aggression feud, Ryan of course on the side of Kirkland, Mike King and his tag team partner, Knox Harper.

Waters: If only Buck Evans were here now, he would be sickened by the amount of Straight Edge guys in CZW now.

Masters: Yeah, you still friends with Buck and Nasty, Shawn? What with your failure with Exiled and all?

Waters: You still friends with Alanso Fyne? You know, after he cheated on you and everything?

Daniels: Back to this match here, and Kimo has Ryan down in the corner here, laying him out with hard right hands to the face. Kimo drags Ryan back onto his feet, Ryan clearly with little vision in tact.

Masters: I have never done Rum to the eye before, but I’m guessing it bloody hurts.

Waters: I bet that guy right there on the front row has, ewww that guy isn’t pretty.

Daniels: Kimo has something planned here…Tornado DDT…First big move of this contest. And first cover…

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Waters: And I’m not sure if it was by coincidence or a well worked out booking, but Ryan Shane vs. Kimo Newton just makes me chuckle. This is a guy who’s finishing maneuvers are both based on drinking alcohol.

Daniels: The bookers know what they are doing here, Shawn. It’s a fascinating contest and these fans seem to be loving every moment of it. Kimo picking Ryan back up as Ryan eventually fights back, elbow to the gut, getting back on his feet here, right hand…and another, Ryan runs off bouncing off the ropes at pace, Kimo jumps up and over Ryan, who stops dead…Kimo TURN AROUND…OH!

Masters: That’s going to sting in the morning. When he sobers up that is.

Daniels: Shane with a hard Superkick right there…and Kimo drops like he has had one shot too many!

Masters: I don’t know, that guy can drink a lot of tequila.

Waters: Ryan isn’t going for a cover here though, and I’m not sure how wise that is. In fact I think he’s going to fly…

Daniels: Ryan now on the second rope…is this? YES! MOONSAULT!!!

Masters: OH BUT KIMO MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Daniels: Ryan could have broken a rib or two right there. And Kimo must be back in control after that impact. Kimo back up now, as he kicks Ryan straight into the injured ribcage. Kimo lifts Ryan up who fights back again, Kimo slapping him right in the face, runs off now as he bounces back off the ropes…Springboard Drop kick.

Waters: This man may be smaller than most here in the Combat Zone, but he can sure fly. He showed a lot of acrobatic skills there, and Ryan may be the one feeling intoxicated after that kick.

Masters: I just can’t understand why these fans cheer this criminal. Probably because they can relate to him, having also spent most of their adult life inside the cells. This is a man that steels cars for a living…

Waters: Having said that…I wonder how your Jag E-type is anyway?

Masters: …

Daniels: Kimo celebrating here maybe a bit too early as Ryan begins to make his way back to his feet, but no Kimo notices him. Kimo now lifting him up, hitting him with stinging knife edge chops, ouch.

Waters: Kimo shoots Ryan off to the ropes, coming back towards the Hawaiian…who hit’s a Hurricarana…getting the cover straight up…

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Masters: Ryan kicking out a little slower that time.

Daniels: You’re right William. Kimo is wearing Ryan down here. Kimo now is looking to fly here, and after seeing Ryan’s attempt, I’m not sure if he should think twice about it.

Masters: Think twice? He can’t even mount half a bloody thought, Jarred.

Waters: Who needs to think when you can fly…450 SPLASH!!!!!!

Daniels: HE HITS IT…HE HITS IT…COULD THIS BE IT?

Waters: Kimo must have hurt himself as well as Ryan here…all he needs to do is get an arm over his opponent, and that Tower of Power is his.

Daniels: Just a few more inches, these fans are cheering him on…he reaches…cover…WE HAVE A COVER!

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Daniels: Unbelievable, I thought he had the match won right there.

Masters: Ryan Shane has been through the wars more than you have read Gay magazines…and that is a lot!

Waters: Hopefully not Can you get it Upstarts…I look a little fat in that.

Daniels: Shawn, are you serious?

Waters: Just getting in there before one of you two jokers do.

Daniels: Okay Shawn, you know us too well. Kimo is finding his way back to his feet here, Ryan taking another approach as he rolls under the ropes and onto the outside.

Masters: At the moment Kimo is on fire, it’s clever move to take a breather here.

Waters: I’m not sure how long he is going to get though…WILLIE…KIMO LOOKS LIKE HE IS PLANNING SOMETHING…

Daniels: KIMO FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPES…THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!

Cee Zee Dubya…Cee Zee Dubya…Cee Zee Dubya…

Daniels: Kimo hitting a perfectly executed Suicidal Dive on the Straight Edge Curse, Ryan Shane.

Waters: And do you think Caleb is in the back watching this match closely?

Daniels: You can bet he is, and a likely opponent for Kimo at Road to Glory if Kimo was to lose against Ryan here tonight.

Masters: I hope we see that match.

Daniels: Well I’m not so sure we are, William. Kimo is in complete control here, picking Ryan back up. KIMO hitting Ryan’s face straight into guard rail…

Masters: And look at these bastard fans, we have drunkards pouring their drinks over the head of Ryan Shane…where the hell are we tonight?

Waters: Columbia, South Carolina, William.

Masters: Anybody would think were in bloody Texas here, the amount of hooligans e have in this arena.

Daniels: Ryan has his following though, they’re always going to be the Straight Edge followers, and I’m not sure they may cause a riot here tonight.

Waters: Ryan such a controversial character, most people can’t stand the way he believes himself to be better than others, I mean lets face it, most Americans are beer swilling maniacs.

Daniels: And that’s the way I like it. Ryan may not conduct in that sort of behavior, but these people don’t need the preaching lesson every week. And Kimo is probably just another who feels the same way as us, and at the moment Ryan can’t do any preaching…

Waters: No Kimo with Ryan back in the ring now. Kimo lifts Ryan back up and DROPS him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. I’ve never seen Kimo in better shape than he is tonight…

Masters: I guess he must wrestle better when he’s drunk, Shawn.

Daniels: Kimo is back on the attack, not giving Ryan any rest time at all here. Ryan is back up…OH LOW BLOW…LOW BLOW…

Masters: I saw nothing…

Waters: And apparently the referee is as blind as our friend Willie over here.

Daniels: Blatant low blow and now Ryan has hold of Kimo…Powerbomb…RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Masters: Ryan Shane isn’t exactly a big guy, but compared to Kimo he looks like a super heavyweight. Ryan maybe in trouble here…

Daniels: No need to lick your lips William. But you’re right though, Ryan seems to have turned the match up right around with one illegal blow.

Waters: Erm illegal? I have no idea what that means. Everything is legal in the Combat Zone, I think that’s the main reason why Matt Covey wrestles here. Otherwise he would be back in prison by now.

Daniels: Ryan lifts Kimo up again with ease…locking up both arms…HITTING A MODIFIED BACKBREAKER! Cover…

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Masters: Ryan Shane is screening his dominance. Ryan kicking Kimo out the ring, that’s right, he has no business in there with you.

Daniels: Not sure how smart that was actually, Kimo now having a break whilst Ryan sees it fit to patrol the ring celebrating.

Waters: He can’t drink…he can’t smoke…he can’t consume drugs…and worst of all…he can’t have promiscuous sex? He has NOTHING to celebrate, William.

Daniels: Yep, one guy Jenny Jacobs hasn’t screwed with.

Waters: Oh Jarred, don’t remind me of that thing.

Masters: Well Jarred, you’re ¼ of the way there buddy, you haven’t had promiscuous sex since that incident back in 1974 with that drugged up transvestite.

Waters: …

Daniels: Anyway, Kimo now beginning to show signs of recovery, back up on his knees here. Ryan isn’t going to wait any longer though as he reaches out, grabbing Kimo by his dreadlocks. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD…WHERE DID THAT COME FROM???

Masters: Now THAT was illegal.

Waters: It was Ultraviolence at it’s best, guys. Ryan Shane with a head full of Rum after Kimo broke the glass bottle over his head.

Daniels: Well…we have blood…and Ryan drops to the ground in a heap. I think Kimo is going to the top rope here…these fans are electric…

Masters: So you get your panties in a twist over Ryan hitting a low blow, and now Kimo smashes a bottle over his head and you treat him like Mother Theresa?

Daniels: I don’t make the rules, William.

Waters: KIMO HIT’S THE TEQUILA SHOT…AND SHANE HAS BEEN TAKEN TO SCHOOL HERE!

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Daniels: It’s all over, Kimo some how found an answer to Ryan’s amazing defeated streak in singles competition, and with that win finds himself in the TOWER OF POWER!!!

Towers: The winner of this contest by way of pin fall…The Hoodlum From Hawaii…KIMO NEWTON!!!!!!!

Masters: By way of pin fall? That bloody clown smashed a bottle of rum over his head!!!

Waters: Ooh that must really scold Ryan Shane…it’s like throwing holy water over a vampire!

Masters: Check the weather in hell folks I think it just froze over.

Waters: Love him or hate him Masters The Hoodlum From Hawaii is going on!

Kimo stands on the top rope with his bottle of Jamaican Rum taking a drink from it as the fans go wild for the thug from the streets of Hawaii. Kimo suddenly calls for a microphone.

Jarred: Looks like Kimo has something to say.

Masters: Why the hell does society permit this guy to even speak?!

Kimo smiles from ear to ear clutching his bottle of Jamaican Rum.)

Kimo: YEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH DOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGG!!!!

The fans let out a loud pop as Kimo nods his head with a smirk on his face. He walks over to where Ryan Shane lays and stands over him.

Kimo: Yo all I gotta say is this dogs! WHAT NOW MOTHA f**kAS!!! This is a grade A f**k you to all those who said I stood no chance in hell… That includes you William Masters!

Masters: Oh f**k you Kimo!

Waters: Sit down Masters! You aren’t going to do anything!

Kimo nods his head laughing before speaking again nudging Shane’s body with his foot.

Kimo: Aight dogs listen up! I want all of you to hear me! I see people like Ryan Shane all tha time! They go around livin in a false world dog! Saying Straight Edge is the way to live! It’s not dogs! It’s not! Straight Edge is tha way of tha devil! And tonight we will save this man’s soul! You hurd me?!

Masters: What in the hell is this guy talking about?! It sounds like a whole lot of nonsense!

Kimo looks down almost in a trance clearly making a mockery of the straight edge universe.

Kimo: I want each and every one of ya at home to raise yo hand and repeat after me.

Kimo raises his hand in the air looking into the camera trying to look as serious as possible.

Kimo: I solemnly swear…

The fans repeat Kimo as he speaks.

Kimo: Never… To partake… In any of this Straight Edge Crap!

Kimo smiles as he has the fans eating out of his hands.

Kimo: And now dogs… It’s time fo tha cleansing of this poor man’s soul… Everyone here tonight. I want you to raise that bottle in tha air! That cup of beer! That can of Budweiser you be drinkin from!

Kimo raises his bottle of Jamaican Rum in the air as all the fans raise what they got up.

Kimo: And now we will all cleanse this man’s soul wit tha nectar that makes all of us man and not a hippie! I want all of ya home dogs hurr to cleanse this man! CLEANSE MAN I SAY DOGS!!!

Suddenly Kimo dumps his bottle of Jamaican Rum over Ryan Shane’s body.

Masters: Someone call security! This man is violating Shane’s well being!

Kimo raises the microphone to his lips.

Kimo: And now my fellow dogs! It is all of your turn… To cleanse this pathetic man’s soul!

Suddenly the fans start to pelt Ryan Shane with beer cups, beer bottles, and all sorts of alcoholic beverages as Kimo walks out of the ring laughing.

Masters: This is ridiculous! What has that damn thug done now!?

Jarred: They are literally giving Ryan Shane a bath in booze!!!

Waters: Hey!!! I just got hit in the head with someone’s cup of beer!!!

Kimo stands on stage and looks down at the floor almost praising himself.

Kimo: It has been done… Anotha soul saved from tha life style known as straight edge! And maybe next time it may be one of ya’ll that will be saved by The Hoodlum From Hawaii… The Hawaiian Hustler… The King Of Bling… The Sexiest Man To Ever Come From The Islands… The Car Jackin… Weed Smokin… Alcohol Drinkin Motha f**ka who simply doesn’t give a f**k! Kimo Newton…. So says The God Of The Streets…

Masters: HE IS MOCKING CALEB WALKER!!! SOMEONE SUE THIS MAN!!!

Kimo smiles as the fans still pelt Ryan Shane with trash and alcohol. Even a steel chair is thrown into the ring.

Kimo: And one last thang dogs! Afta tha show come hit up tha bar down tha street! Drinks are on me! Oh and Shane Guess what dog? YA JUST GOT HOOD SLAPPED BIATCH!!!!! Nuff Said… PEACE OUT MOFOS!!!

Kimo’s music plays as he walks off back stage pulling out another bottle of Jamaican Rum from his pocket.

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-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH! -=-
Karl "The Jackal" Jackson vs. "The Artist Formerly Known as the Emo Prince" Jacob Havok

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The crowd is electric as we prepare for our next match-up. “Nothing to Lose” by Billy Talent plays, and the fans in attendance begin to boo loudly as newly-masked Jacob Havok slowly walks out onto the ramp.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH!! Introducing first, hailing from Washington D.C….JACOB….HAVOK!!”

Havok takes his time proceeding to the ring, ignoring the jeering fans at his sides. He pauses at one point, staring down a fan who is garbed in a Beautiful Agony shirt, shaking his head at them in disgust before turning once more and entering the ring, rolling in under the ropes. Once inside, he reclines in the far corner, glaring at the entrance ramp with his arms rested on the bottom rope. The lights suddenly darken save for a blood-red glow on the stage, and the fans begin to scream and cheer loudly as “Gold Medal” by Trademarc hits and Karl Jackson stalks out from behind the curtain like an apex predator.

Towers: “And his opponent…he hails from Orlando, Florida…”the Jackal” KARL...JACKSON!!”

Jackson stalks down to the ring, pure malice radiating in his eyes. He walks up the steps and steps between the ropes, raising his arms as the crowd cheers him on. Jackson turns his attention on Havok as he slides his jacket off, tossing it over the ropes. The two stare down for a long moment before Havok reaches up, pulling himself to his feet. Jacob strides over to meet him face-to-face, not backing down an inch from Jackson’s intimidating glare.

*DING-DING-DING!*

Daniels: “There’s the bell, and both contenders continue to stare down. It looks like Havok has some strong words for the Jackal. I have to give Havok credit for not backing down, but I have to wonder if this is the wisest strategy…”

Waters: “I have to agree with you there, Jarred, especially after that quick headbutt from Jackson! The Jackal now pummeling Havok back against the ropes and Jacob bails out to the outside, trying to get some distance between himself and his opponent!”

Masters: “Smart strategy there.”

Daniels: “However ineffective as Jackson is right out there after Havok! Jacob tries to fight back but Jackson is mauling him against the ring apron here on the outside!”

*WHAM!*

Daniels: “Havok eats the ring apron there as Jackson drives the former emo prince face-first! Jackson throws Havok back into the ring now, rolling in after him. The Jackal pulls Havok to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, now beginning to pummel him with fists and forearm shots! All Havok can do is cover up!”

Masters: “Get that bloody lunatic off of him!”

Waters: “Darren Powers trying to tell the Jackal to give us a clean break, but even the referee is intimidated by Jackson’s ferocity!”

Daniels: “The Jackal draws his fist back and Powers nearly trips over himself as he recoils out of range! Havok seizes the opportunity, grabbing the Jackal by his singlet and dropping to the mat, driving Jackson’s face into the buckle!”

Waters: “Sneaky little move there by Havok, but a smart one! Jackson tries to shake it off, but Havok quickly capitalizes with an enziguri! Jackson falls to one knee, but he refuses to go down. Havok now looks like he has something in mind…he charges Jackson, springs off his back, up to the top turnbuckle…WHISPER IN THE WIND!!”

Masters: “AMAZING move by Havok! Simply amazing!”

Daniels: “Quite the maneuver, indeed as Havok finally succeeds in taking Jackson off his feet with that heel-kick! He wastes no time in making the cover!”

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Daniels: “Jackson isn’t finished yet. Havok back up now and he continues the assault. Jacob with a fist drop! Now off the far side…running somersault senton!! He rolls back to his feet and continues running with that momentum and there’s a moonsault off the middle rope!!”

Waters: “Havok came to play!”

Masters: “The pin!!”

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Waters: “Havok pounds the mat in frustration now, but he stays on the attack. Look at this, he’s working the Jackal into a submission… a seated Octopus hold!! Referee Darrin Powers asking if Jackal wishes to submit but you can hear him screaming ‘no’ all the way up in the nosebleed section!”

Masters: “Stubborn fool! Too stupid to know when he’s lost! There’s nowhere for him to go!”

Daniels: “Jackson now slowly getting back to his feet, Havok still refusing to let go! The Jackal now…hip-tosses Havok off of him! Good counter, but the damage has been done and Jackson is slow to regain his feet. Havok quickly back up and on the attack, punishing Jackson with a series of kicks! He backs up and springs off the middle rope! Hurricanrana! NO! Jackson holds on!! POWERBOMB OVER THE TOP ROPE!! JACKSON TOSSES HAVOK OVER THE ROPES!!”

Waters: “Havok hit the ring apron first and then flopped onto the floor! What a brutal spill that was!!”

Masters: “That damn Jackal is a maniac!!”

Daniels: “Jackson now regaining his composure in the ring as Havok pulls himself up! I’m amazed that he can even stand at this point. Jackson grabs Havok by that mask and drags him back up onto the ring apron, pulling him towards the turnbuckle! The Jackal now pulling Havok UP to the top! We could see a superplex here!”

Waters: “Havok blocks the attempt! Jackal tries again but Havok blocks once more! Jackson now head butting the former prince!! 3! 4! 5 headbutts!! Now he hooks him and…SUPER BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! GOOD LORD, HAVOK IS BROKEN IN HALF!!”

Daniels: “Jackson moves in for the cover!”

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Masters: “HA! There’s Havok showing his resiliency!”

Daniels: “Jacob Havok showing everyone something there by kicking out after two huge drops! Jackson is back up and now takes the straps of his singlet down! The Jackal sizing up his prey as Havok makes his way slowly to his feet. Reverse waist-lock…GERMAN SUPLEX!!”

Waters: “He’s not done yet! Jackson holds on for a second!! And there’s the THIRD! Jackson up and now he’s in firm control, letting out a bestial roar as he grabs Havok’s leg! JACKAL-LOCK!!”

Daniels: “Havok writhing in pain, trying desperately to reach the ropes, but the Jackal has him right where he wants him!”

Waters: “Havok screams in agony, no pun intended, as Jackson wrenches in that hold!! Will he tap?”

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Daniels: “Havok tumbles forward and he has the Jackal in a victory roll!!”

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Daniels: “NEAR FALL!”

Waters: “Furious, Jackson moves in for the kill, grabbing Havok for a T-Bone suplex!! REVERSAL!!”

Masters: “HAVOK WITH D.I.F.H.! THAT SWINGING CUTTER!! Again, no pun intended!”

Daniels: “Havok is limping a bit, but he’s moving to the outside…he’s got a chair!!”

Waters: “Also, don’t look now guys, but business is about to pick up!! Mike Monroe has made his way to ringside!!”

Masters: “He has no business being here whatsoever!!”

Daniels: “Havok back into the ring with that chair, he could be looking for the Agony Moonsault!! But no, he sees Mike!! Havok now yelling at Monroe who only stands there, staring back at Jacob, meanwhile, Jackson is back up on his feet!! He runs up behind Havok, who drops the chair as he is grappled…SUPER RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!”

Masters: “Havok lands on his feet!! Havok charges at Jackson as he regains his footing and ducks a lariat! Havok runs up the turnbuckle again, dives off with a corkscrew…HURRICANRANA!!”

Waters: “But Jackson rolls through, reversing the pin!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, advancing into the Tower of Power…your winner, “the Jackal,” KARL…JACKSON!!”

Masters: “DAMN YOU, MONROE!! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!”

Daniels: “There could be some truth to that, as Havok looked to have things well in hand before his former partner caused the distraction! Havok rolls to the outside and he KICKS the ring-steps loose, yelling up the ramp at Monroe who is calmly just walking away! In the ring, Karl Jackson celebrates his victory! The Jackal is in the Tower of Power!!”

***

March 21st... 2010...

They say the road to hell was paved with the best intentions.

But what do they say the road to glory will be paved with?

GOLD.

Atlanta, Georgia... The Philips Arena...

Our next pay-per-view mega event...

With Authority Zero's "Carpe Diem" as its theme song...

CZW proudly presents...

ROAD TO GLORY III!

The main event... "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus will put the CZW World Heavyweight title on the line against the man many say he literally stole it from... "High Definition" Cage Stryker... in a STRETCHER MATCH!

"The OGT" Maynard O'Toole will defend the CZW Intercontinental title against #1 contender and Youthful Aggression member, "The Phoenix" Mike King!

Road To Glory III will feature its traditional Tower of Power contest, with a newly revamped and restructured concept, and the winner will be getting a WHC title shot at June's "Summer Showdown" PPV!

Monrowan are set to defend the CZW Global tag team titles against their own stablemates, Brian Blaze & Johnny Kerosene!

AND MUCH MORE!

Road To Glory III is SOLD OUT! You can still order it on pay-per-view, however, so contact your provider right now!

***

We come back from commercial, and Jarred Daniels is in the ring.

DANIELS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to hear some final words from our participants in the main event of our next show, one of our staple pay-per-views, Road To Glory. One man is on a quest to get back what he feels he should have never lost, the CZW World Heavyweight championship. The other man will be on a mission to retain that prize against the man he almost literally stole it from. Let's get right to it then. First, I want to introduce the reigning CZW World Heavyweight champion... Alan Fiscus."

"Streetcleaner" by Godflesh begins to play over the PA, to a loud chorus of boos and jeers. A small fireworks display goes off before Alan comes out, with Hellena at his side. Alan is wearing a new pair of stonewashed Ed Hardy jeans, solid black steel toe combat boots, a brand new "Sadistic Solution" t-shirt, and the same hooded trench coat he wore in his last promo. The hood is up. Hellena is wearing a "Alice In Wonderland" influenced outfit. Knee high black and white stockings with spades and clubs on them, a short black and red skirt, and a black leather girdle. She has a small glittery red top hat on her head, and her black hair hangs down. She is carrying the World title on her left shoulder. They make their way down to the ring, shrugging off fans who try to touch them. They get in the ring, and Alan flips his hoods off to reveal his long and shaggy hair.

DANIELS: "Welcome, Alan, I --"

Alan immediately grabs and jerks the mic out of Daniels' hand. Jarred looks surprised as Alan simply stares into his eyes with a scowl on his face.

FISCUS: "Shut up, Daniels. I don't need you to ask me questions, or refresh my mind about what is transpiring in the CZW. I don't need your snide little remarks about how I supposedly 'stole' the World title from Cage. I've said all along that was another game, another trick I played. Believe you me, I have plenty more up my sleeve. Before Cage gets out here, I have a few words to say."

Fiscus takes his attention off of Jarred and finds the camera with the feed, addressing it directly.

FISCUS: "First of all... MAYNARD O'TOOLE."

The crowd pops

FISCUS: "You, sir, you have made a HUGE mistake. I'm sure you lived it up on the night where you pinned the greatest wrestler in the world, moi. I'm sure you were surrounded by your friends, family, and admirers... celebrating your cheap antics and even cheaper victory. Last Overdrive was supposed to be the closing of the book. The end of The Whole Damn Show for good. But, instead, you prolonged the inevitable. I am not through with you, like I should be. That's your mistake, and the consequences will be dire. You can't beat me cleanly, Maynard. You know this, that's why you brought out the good ol' sledgehammer. So you go ahead and feel pride where you shouldn't. You go ahead and gloat when you should cower. I WILL have my revenge I am so rightfully deserving. I WILL have your head... on a stake."

Fiscus pauses, taking his eyes off of the camera, but only momentarily.

FISCUS: "Now Stryker, I know you're watching on a monitor in the back. I know you're going to come out here and say what you need to say. Let me tell you something. In this business, adversaries are plentiful. In this business, rivals pile up. For most guys, the heated rivarlies and elite competition is left in the ring. Many smarks know, that behind the 'scenes'... wrestling relationships are usually a different story. In whatever make up, it's usually based on some sort of respect. But you and me? You and me are REAL, son. This hatred and disgust I have for you, goes beyond these ropes. It goes beyond the locker rooms, and the arenas. I do not respect you, and I doubt you respect me. That doesn't mean a damn thing to me, I hope you know. I don't want your respect. I want your BLOOD. I hate most people, but you, you are at the TOP of my shit list. This match, at Road To Glory? I've said it before. If I win, it's the LAST time I'll give you a title shot as long as I am champion. That means you won't get a chance at being the champ again until someone else steps up to the plate and catches me on a bad day. That doesn't happen very often, Cage. You can blame politics, you can blame personnel, you can blame the office, hell, you can blame these fans, you can blame the referee, you can blame the time keeper. It doesn't matter who you blame when you lose to me, because in reality, you can only blame yourself. And me. Because you know and I know it... I am better than you. I am going to beat your ass bloody, and I am going to put you on a stretcher and watch with a large smile on my face as you're carted off and hopefully out of my life for good. So come on out here and play up to these humanoids and do your schtick, whatever. I'd just LOVE to hear what you have to say in retort. Come on out, and meet your master."

Alan continues to look to the ramp. After a few moments of Cage not appearing he seems to be getting impatient. Just as he's getting ready to put down his mic...'California' by Hollywood Undead blasts over the PA. A slight smirk crosses Alan's face.

Off to the right of the ramp an ambulance pulls into the arena. Cage Stryker stands on top of it as the fans erupt. He's wearing a set of red cammo and a red and black hoodie. Sirena climbs out of the drivers seat of the ambulance and climbs up top the ambulance with Cage wearing a uniform usually only seen on catholic schoolgirls. her hair is in two ponytails. Cage helps her up top with him before she hands him the mic.

Stryker: "HELLO COLUMBIA!!"

The fans roar their approval.

Stryker: "Wow...that's what HD is all about. I can't help but notice you seem confused Alan. Were you hoping that Ryan took care of me for ya last Overdrive? Speaking of which...before I get into too much here, I got two things I need to say right quick. First off...great job Ryan. It was an honor to be in that ring with you...even if I did lose. It's rare to find someone so bent on their convictions these days. I may not follow your same life style...but I respect it. Secondly...I need to clear the air before Alan throws a hissy on us. Alan Fiscus...DID NOT...steal the World Title from me. MitB rules...anytime...any place...may not have been a very honorable win...but...a win is a win."

The fans have mixed reactions.

Stryker: "Anyway...speaking of wins...how are you and uh...Sam doing after two Overdrives ago? I know me and Krimzon are doin just fine while you're losin to another of your rivals...and well...Sam is doin whatever Sam is doin. Now, I guess I need to get right to it. I have a whole lot to say to ya Al...you don't mind me callin ya Al do ya?"

Cage pauses as if awaiting a response from Alan.

Stryker: "Eh, it doesn't matter. Of course you don't mind Al. Anyway...yeah, got a whole lot to say to ya...but right now isn't the time or the place...that, and I'm on limited time so we can get back to this awesome CZW action and away from all this night time soap opera bullshit. You see Al...you talk your talk...and dilute your mind with all these false beliefs. You're the greatest wrestler? Not really. You may be one of the fore fathers of this glorious federation...but then again...wasn't SJ Funk...and Tim Timmons? No matter...you see Al...though you've been here awhile...it doesn't make you great. What makes you great is delivering what you're supposed to...not running and hiding like you've been doing since There Will Be Blood. I've been the true #1 contender to that title. Before all the contendership matches and tag matches. You've just been ducking me. I've beat you before Al...and I'll just do it again. You don't intimidate me."

Cage jumps up and down on the Ambulance.

Stryker: "And this doesn't intimidate me. It saddens me actually. A stretcher match is the best you could come up with? I gave you more credit than that. Now, in this business...as far as respect goes...you aren't just given it. You have to earn it...no matter who you have to beat...or break to do it. And Al, there was a time I respected you...hell, there was a time I fought alongside you...but as time has progressed...I've seen you for who you really are. Our backstage relationship is that of a hunter and his prey. Since I lost that title, I've been on the hunt...there were some casualties along the way I'm not too proud of...but what's done is done. There's no more Jesse in my way...the hunter has about snared his prey. And when I finally have you in my clutches...there will be no escape. I'm tired of your games Alan...I'm tired of you hiding behind Frank and Sam...I'm tired of you ducking me. Road To Glory will be your release. I'm not playing the blame game anymore...if I lose...it will be because of my own folley...but I'm pretty sure this time...the victory will be mine...and this time...you don't have that nice little briefcase in your back pocket. This victory will be absolute."

The crowd begins a fairly loud "STRYKER! STRYKER! STRYKER!" chant, as Alan looks livid.

FISCUS: "You talk of diluted minds, yet you can't look in the mirror can you? I wasn't even _IN_ that tag match two weeks ago, moron. A stretcher match isn't the best I could come up with... it's the best you DESERVE. I've been here the whole time, Cage, I haven't ducked you in the slightest bit. You say you're not playing the blame game, yet you're blaming me.. blaming politics.. blaming everything you can as to why you haven't gotten a rematch until now... when you should be blaming YOURSELF. I can see in your eyes, that you will stop at nothing to get what you think belongs to you. This title. You are a spineless slug. You are not honorable, unlike what all these humanoids think!"

The crowd boos

FISCUS: "Therefore, I have recruited some back up. Not to help me beat you, no no, I don't need anything to help me beat you."

Stryker: "Oh yeah, Frank and Sam, surprise surprise. They aren't going to save that title for you, Al."

FISCUS: "Wrong again, Cage. Wrong again."

Suddenly, a VERY large man makes his way through the crowd, and easily steps over the guardrail. Cage has a surprised look on his face, as most of the crowd is shocked at the size of this man. He is wearing worn jeans, biker boots, a wife beater, and a leather jacket. He stands at least 7 foot tall and has to weigh 450 or more pounds. He has long brown hair, hanging down to his chest. Alan has a large smile on his face as the big man gets up in the ring and stands next to him, arms crossed.

FISCUS: "Let me introduce to you, and to the whole world, the newest CZW signee... and my very own cousin... Garrett William. Again, I don't need ANYONE'S help to beat you... but I guarantee, YOU need help to beat ME. That's what the big man is here for, to make sure this is... a -fair- match. How dare you put me in the same group as SJ Funk and Tim Timmons. You're so damn full of yourself. Listen to the words you've just said, and think hard... because they fit you to a tee!"

Cage's surprise turns to a determined look.

Stryker: "Al, listen to me. It doesn't matter WHAT you do, it doesn't matter what you say. I will still be taking -MY- title back in Atlanta! You can bring out every damn member of your family, and I will do what it takes to get through and to you."

FISCUS: "You will do whatever it takes, and you WILL FAIL."

Stryker: "We'll certainly find out, won't we? See you in Atlanta, champ."

"California" begins playing again as Alan and Cage have a stare of hatred for each other. As they begin to leave the area, the cameras focus on the announcers.

DANIELS: "Certainly a hell of a main event match we're going to have for Road To Glory III!"

MASTERS: "Stryker doesn't have a chance, did you see how scared he was? Did you see the SIZE of Alan's cousin? Dear lord!"

WATERS: "Quite a giant indeed, I don't believe CZW has ever had a wrestler with that much mass to him. He makes for an interesting equation, no doubt."

DANIELS: "Road To Glory is shaping up to be a huge pay-per-view, as not only will we be having the World title stretcher match, we'll also see the annual Tower of Power... which we've now seen everyone who will be in it! I can't wait."

WATERS: "Being the king of the tower, I have to agree. They're just lucky I decided not to be in this one."

***

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP GREENHOUSE MATCH! -=-
"The King of Chaos" Tim Timmons vs. "Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler" Brian Blaze (c)

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DANIELS: Welcome back to the program, ladies and gentlemen. We have had one hell of a show and are just a matter of weeks before Road To Glory Three.

WATERS: Yes, indeed, we just witnessed a heated confrontation between the number one contender to the world’s title, Cage Stryker and the reigning world’s champ, Alan Fiscus. That match at Road to Glory will be one for the record books.

MASTERS: Indeed, but I think Cage has bitten off a little more than he can chew.

DANIELS: Well speaking of for the record books. Right now it is time for the main event of the evening. Reigning X Champion, Brian Blaze is set to defend his title against the king of chaos, Tim Timmons. Trust me when I say, there is no love loss between these two rivals, let’s take a look.

*A video package plays to sum up the rival that is Bran Blaze versus Tim Timmons*

MASTERS: I can’t wait to see Timmons take that smug, self absorbed, punk, Brian Blaze and take his X Title.

WATERS: This is not your ordinary title match, this is a green house match, made famous by the great, El Pablo.

DANIELS: Yes, as you can see, on all four sides of the ring, there are glass table like structures as high at the ring apron. It’s real simple, they can and will be used to punish said opponents, as well as some other various weapons.

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall and is for the CZW X Championship.

"Let Me Entertain You" by Robbie Williams plays through out the Carolina Coliseum as Brian Blaze makes his way out from the back, in all his sleaze, carrying his X Title over his right shoulder as he struts his way out. The fans all cheering him on.

DANIELS: Well there he is, the reigning X Champion, making his way down the entrance ramp.

WATERS: He sure does look confident and I don’t blame him one bit. He has come along way ….WAIT A MINUTE….WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??

DANIELS: It looks like Timmons, walking up behind Blaze on the entrance ramp and he’s got a ….is that a ficus?

*THWACK*

MASTERS: Hahaha .. bloody hell, Timmons just nailed Blaze in the back of the head with a ficus plant!

WATERS: Only Timmons would bring a plant to a greenhouse match.

DANIELS: Blaze goes down and Towers gets the hell outta dodge, I guess this match is now officially underway.

DING! DING! DING!

MASTERS: Well so much for introductions.

DANIELS: Timmons picks Blaze up and launches him, shoulder first into the security railing. Timmons now, walks over and grabs a steel chair and is now punishing the champ with severe chair shots to the lower back.

WATERS: Holy hell, Timmons came out here with a game plan and it’s working.

DANIELS: Tim picks BB up and slides him into the ring now, not much room to work with, as there are those glass structures taking up a lot of space by ring side. Tim gets in the ring, picks BB up on his shoulders….I think he’s going for the win, early. He has BB set up for that Canadian Driver….BB reverses said attempt though and nails Tim with a DDT.

WATERS: Nice counter there by the champ. Both men get back to their feet are now exchanging punches. BB blocks last attempt though, kick to the gut, now a kick to the head. Tim turns around….

*THWACK*

DANIELS: SUPERKICK! TIMMONS IS DOWN AND THE CHAMP COVERS!

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MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!

WATERS: BB is not quite finished as he jumps to the outside of the ring and slides in a table then sets it up against the corner of the ring now. Blaze stands Timmons up and whips him toward the table but Timmons reverses said attempt and sends BB, face first crashing into the table.

DANIELS: The champ is busted open now as Timmons gets in place. BB stumbles around and gets nailed with a DDT. The champ is down and Timmons is climbing to the top turnbuckle. Timmons signals to the booing crowd, BB with a kip-up, he runs over as Timmons is distracted…..

WATERS: ….BLAZE WITH A DROP KICK TO TIMMONS’ LEGS!!

*CRASH!!*

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD! BLAZE WITH AN AMAZING COUNTER, KICKS TIMMONS’ LEGS OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM AND TIM WENT CRASHING THROUGH THAT GLASS STRUCTURE!

MASTERS: Timmons may be dead!

WATERS: I don’t know about that but BB sees an opportunity. He jumps to the outside of the ring and walks over to the fallen Timmons. BB picks Timmons up, TT is almost completely covered in blood!

MASTERS: I can’t even see his bloody face!

DANIELS: Literally! The champ slides Tim back into the ring. The champ is in the ring now as he stands Tim up right, kick to the midsection! BB has Timmons in a pump handle slam position.

WATERS: Oh no, this must be his new move he calls “This Is What I Did To Your Mother Last Night”

DANIELS: That’s classy. BB lifts Tim up….TOMBSTONE! THE CHAMP COVERS AS THE CROWD CHEERS LOUDLY!

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DANIELS: How the hell did Timmons manage to kick out after crashing through shards of glass and then getting nailed with one of Blaze’s finishing moves?

WATERS: I don’t know but that was impressive on the part of Timmons. Blaze looks irate at this point and I don’t blame him.

DANIELS: The champ continues to pound on the mat in pure frustration. He needs to focus on this match and find a way to put Timmons down. He is making a huge mistake here, arguing with the referee.

WATERS: I agree, Blaze needs to focus on Timmons.

DANIELS: Timmons is up but Blaze doesn’t seem him. Oh my. Timmons has a psychotic look in his eyes, through that crimson mask he is bearing.

MASTERS Good Lord, that is an eerie site to see.

WATERS: This does not bode well for the champ.

DANIELS: Blaze turns around and gets a quick kick to the gut my Timmons. Tim launches the champ into the corner of the ring as Blaze hits the turnbuckle hard, back first. Timmons picks up a steel chair and makes a B-Line straight for Blaze. Timmons jumps….

*THUD!*

WATERS: Timmons just nailed Blaze with a splash, sending that chair crashing into the skull of the champ!

DANIELS: Blaze is a bit busted open as Tim sets him up on top of the turnbuckle. Timmons climbs aboard now and the two men are exchanging punches to the face, teetering on the top turnbuckle!

MASTERS: OH LORD ... I CAN’T LOOK!

WATERS: TIMMONS GAINS THE ADVANTAGE! HE HAS THE CHAMP ON HIS SHOULDERS NOW AND IS EYE-BALLING THAT GLASS TABLE STRUCTURE!!

DANIELS: OH MY GOD….DON’T DO IT, TIM!!

MASTERS: DO IT! DO IT!

DANIELS: TIMMONS WITH THAT PSYCHOTIC SMILE ON HIS FACE! …..HE JUMPS!!!

*CRASH*

*THUD*

*THWACK*

*LOOOOOUUUUUUUDDDDD NOOOOIIIISSSSEEEESSS*

DANIELS: OH!

WATERS: MY!

MASTERS: GOD!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB!

DANIELS: I THINK THEY’RE BOTH DEAD! OH MY GOD, TIMMONS JUST SENT BOTH HIM AND BLAZE CRASHING THROUGH THAT GLASS TABLE VIA THE CANADIAN DRIVER!!! EVEN THOUGH BLAZE TOOK THE WORSTE OF THAT IMPACT, NEITHER MAN IS MOVING!!

WATERS: Blaze is laying face first on a bed of shards of glass. Timmons is just on the other side of the glass but both men are covered in blood!

DANIELS: I think we should get some E.M.T.’s out here and fast.

*Several minutes pass until finally, help has arrived.* DANIELS: Well this is not good. EMT’s have placed the champ on a gurney and have wheeled him to the other side of the ring. The good news is, Timmons has come-to and is back on his feet, finally.

WATERS: Yes but Tim looks PISSED! What’s he doing now? Tim slides in the ring and rushes the opposing ropes…OH NOOO!! TIM JUMPS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! HE JUMPS TOWARD BLAZE, ON THE GURNEY!!

*CRASH*

DANIELS: AY DIOS MIO!

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL…..TIM JUST NAILED A FROG SPLASH ON THE CHAMP, WHILE HE WAS LAYING ON THE GURNEY!!

DANIELS: EMT’s are pleading with Timmons as he picks Blaze up and slides him back into the ring. Tim picks Blaze up and places him onto his shoulders. I think he is trying to end it here with the Canadian Driver.

WATERS: Blaze counters with a DDT! Blaze backs up and is signaling to the cheering crowd, I think he is going to attempt that Blazing Arrow, sick kick! This could all be over soon!

DANIELS: Tim is up, he turns around…..Blaze smiles as he gets ready to charge Timmons! WAIT WHAT THE HELL??!!

WATERS:…….MONTANA EXPRESS????!!!!

MASTERS: YES!!!!

DANIELS: JESSE MONTANA JUST COME OUT OF NO WHERE, SLID INTO THE RING AND DELIVERED THE MONTANA EXPRESS ON THE CHAMP!! TIMMONS SMIRKS AS HE COVERS THE CHAMP!

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DING!....DING!....DING!

DANIELS: What the hell?? It’s all over and we have a new X champion!

TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND NEW CZW X CHAMPION…..THE KING OF CHAOS!! TIM TIMMOOOOOOONS!!!

DANIELS: Jesse and Tim embrace in a hand shake. WAIT…..WHAT THE HELL??

WATERS: IT’S……THE JACKAL….KARL JACKSON! HE CHARGES JESSE! JESSE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SLIDES OUT THE RING AS TIMMONS GETS NAILED WITH A SPEAR THAT WAS MEANT FOR JESSE!!!

MASTERS: HA HA HA I LOVE IT!!

DANIELS: Jackal has Tim in the Jackal Lock as Jesse makes a B-Line for the entrance ramp. He got the hell out of dodge, Jackal is eye balling Jesse now. What a show, what a match, we have a new X Champion but he does not look much like a winner right now though as Timmons is yelling out in agonizing pain!

WATERS: Blaze is back to his feet on the outside, he looks pissed but is laughing and pointing as Timmons as he backs out and up the ramp, clutching his head, covered in blood as the fans cheer him on.

DANIELS: I don’t understand why Jesse helped Tim out but we will find out soon enough. Ladies and gentlemen, tune in next time for Road To Glory Three!

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