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…Before the show…

TJ Hix: Are you sure they're down here?

Stage Director: Yes sir. We just saw them go down there a little bit ago.

TJ Hix: You had better be right, or it's your job Jake, you hear me.

Stage Director: Yes Sir.

TJ opens the boiler room doors and a stagant smell breaches his nostrils. He shakes it off before descending the stairs.

TJ Hix: The f**kin Boss, having to crawl around in this dank dark boiler room.

As he steps upon the gratings that make up the floor, he sees a flicker of flame in the back of the room. Ominous chanting is heard coming from around the flame. As Hix cautiously makes his way down to it, a flaming red head stops him.

TJ Hix: Who the hell are you?

Fyre: I am Fyre, but I must implore that you must not interrupt the ritual.

TJ Hix: Ritual! What the f**k you talkin bout? We ain't havin none of that satanic ritual bull shit goin down on Jesse Montana's show. Move, or else I will tell you to seek new employment. I'm The f**kin Boss.

Fyre: I do not work for you. Oh...so you are the TJ Hix my masters speak of.

TJ Hix: Masters...I don't know bout all that, but you have till the count of three...

Fyre: No Mr. Hix, my masters would love to speak with you. As a matter of fact, I think they've been waiting for you.

Fyre returns to the fire as Hix follows behind her.

TJ Hix: Yeah...that's uh...more like it...

TJ parts cobwebs and feels cruching under his boots.

TJ Hix: I need to get that Custodian down here to clean this place up.

TJ finally reaches where the fire is set. It rests in the center of a pentagram that had been chalked on the floor...lined with tiny skulls. Five figures stand draped in hoods around the pentagram.

EOI: By The Bells Of Hellish Jostelad!

D'Spayre: By The Four Swords Of Putrid Rillyma!

Fyre: By The Six Torc Of Ntiacaz!

Morrigan: By The Heart Of Dabec-ease!

Distress raises his arms and then brings them down. The flame rises...then falls.

TJ Hix: HEY!! What the hell are you doing down here?

EOI: Just preparing Distress for his forthcoming battle. What brings a suit like you into such a dangerous place.

TJ Hix: I have come to have a chat with the...well...five of you.

EOI: Then speak childe of Jenova.

TJ Hix: Childe of who...never mind. Guys...and now girls...you all have been costing us money. And Jesse and I have discussed you all...and we're not real sure that CZW can afford that. Now, it was all fine and well when we brought you all in and you helped liven the tag division up...but as of late...you've all been...

EOI: What Hix...rebelling against the man. Breaking free and doing our own thing. Breaking the chains of Prometheus?

TJ Hix: What are you talking about?

EOI: Hix...we have known you for a long time. We have even met in the squared circle on a few occassions...you won some...you lost some. How many times did we meet for the EWC World title Mr. Ten Time champ...I held it 7 times myself...

TJ Hix: Well...uh..

EOI: SILENCE INFIDEL!! The Brothers of Misery are tired of your rule...we are tired of following your orders! Admit it Hix...you don't like the fact your hired guns are concerned with themselves and not with your little war on the CZW superstars.

TJ Hix: Now wait a damn minute!! Have you forgot who you work for? The little number you have done to Total Mayhem...the little stunt you pulled on MY show. And don't even get me started about how many people have tried to sue us over the last week over that little sacrificial lamb bullshit you all did the other day. Especially some of those damned Women's Rights activists.

EOI: I assure you that the Ison fortune is more than enough to pay off all the nonbelievers. But now is a time for the Gehenna to rise. And Hix...unlucky for you...we no longer work as your hired bodyguards...we work for ourselves...the Brothers of Misery.

TJ Hix: No, you still work for...

EOI shoves TJ backwards into Distress. Distress grabs him and plants him on the steel grating with the Abysmal Fall. The Brothers of Misery followed by Fyre and Morrigan laugh as they pass by the twitching TJ Hix. The camera again returns to the pentagram where the letters...C...Z...W...have been scratched into the ground.

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"Breathe Into Me" by Red begins to play, as the opening video for Overdrive is shown. As the video gets near the end, the cameras don‘t go straight to the arena, instead, before the show officially begins, we see the cameras cut backstage where the CZW President, Jesse Montana stands.

He has just grabbed himself a paper cup with hot coffee inside. The first cup the assistant gave him was too strong, hence why we see a young man running down the corridor screaming in pain, Jesse Montana looking on with a smirk. Montana is dressed in a cream colored suit, almost looking so fine he looks out of place. As he takes a sip of his hot coffee, a familiar face walks past. It is newcomer Custodian. Montana notices he has a mop in his hand, however not actually doing any work, just standing there talking to the cleaning item. Montana raises one eye brow as he walks up behind him, now finding it hard not to crack up and start laughing.

Custodian: Can’t you just clean this one part for me? We only have to do this corridor and were done, I can go crack you over some guy’s head.

Montana places his hand on Custodian’s shoulder who jumps out of his skin, growling at Montana.

Montana: Shame isn’t it, when our tools don’t work properly, I had the same problem with my car, just seemed to have a mind of it’s own, running guys over…again…and again.

Jesse now takes another sip of coffee which stains his upper lip. Custodian doesn’t say a thing, just stands there looking like a child who was caught watching porn. Montana goes to say another word, however Custodian quickly raises his mop in the air and storms off with his head down, knocking the hot coffee all over Montana’s million dollar suit.

Montana: Hey, you freak of nature, this suit cost me more than your pension scheme, so you can forget about getting one of them now!

Montana throws the empty cup on the floor and wipes the coffee from parts his body, still peering over at the now deserted Custodian.

Montana: Damn mental case.

Just then another familiar face walks past Jesse in the corridor, as the crowd are heard to scream in the arena, the cameras now showing none other than the First Ever CZW World Champion, the Zodiac Thrilla, and a man Montana knows very well. Montana stops dead, now frozen solid as he tries not to make eye contact, however Zodiac has already spotted him.

Zodiac: Sup Montana, seen a ghost, playa? So d’ car ad a mind ov’ it’s own, huh?

Montana tries to form a smile as he goes to pick up the cup he threw on the floor, now bending over searching for it. Suddenly a shadow comes over him as he feels a thud come from behind him, right on his backside. He stays bent over, now gulping looking up at Zodiac, almost with tears in his eyes.

Montana: Oh no Mr. Thrilla, please don’t do this, don’t have one of your thugs gang rape me, I have such a delicate body. Were not in prison now, Mr. Thrilla, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.

Zodiac bursts out laughing immediately as he pats Jesse on the back, throwing his toothpick he was chewing down on the ground.

Zodiac: Stand up foo’, I ain’t gona av you gang raped, you stupid ass white boy!

Montana stands up and swipes the sweat away from his crown, now smirking in relief. Zodiac goes serious again though as he gets right in Montana’s face, a glint in his eyes.

Zodiac: Nah nah dawg, me and my crew ain’t gona do a ting to you, Montana. However, Jena ain’t so reluctant.

Zodiac smiles and claps his hands as he steps away, staring a hole through Montana, who now gulps even harder now, trying to look behind him.

Zodiac: Take it away, J-Cyde.

Montana feels a huge lump travel through his silk pants, as he jumps forwards like a jack in a box. The cameras now shows a horny Jena Cyde foaming form the mouth, looking to get his/her hands on Montana. Jesse now begins to run, being chased by the psychotic wench all the way down the corridor, as Montana’s is heard screaming out, disappearing into the distance.

Montana: Get away…GET AWAY FROM THE MERCHANDISE…YOUR FIRED!!!!!!!!!!

The cameras cut from that awkward moment, to now go traveling through the arena, as the show kicks off.

*** BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ***

A fireworks display goes off as the camera pans around the American Airlines Center, showing the sold out crowd as Overdrive is now live on the air. There are many signs in the crowd, such as:

'BB = WHC'

'EL FUEGO 4 LIFE'

'WHERE IS BIG NASTY?'

As the song winds down, the camera shot cuts to right in front of the announcer's desk, which is now longer and there's THREE men sitting at it, all wearing nice suits

DANIELS: "Hello everyone and welcome to another two hour editon of Overdrive in DALLAS! We've got a hell of a show for you, not that…our President will enjoy it too much! MASTERS: “Despicable Jarred, what happened to our boss backstage there! DANIELS: “Yes, just the beginning of our psychotic tour through another edition of CZW Overdrive. But first we want to introduce our newest broadcast journalist... a man that needs no introduction, Shawn Waters!"

WATERS: "The pleasure is all mine, Daniels, I'm looking forward to calling some great action here tonight."

MASTERS: "Why ARE you here, Shawn?"

WATERS: "Because it's time for a new chapter in my life, and I wanted to try something new. And because you need me, William, your constant arguing annoys the fans."

MASTERS: "Er, okay... we'll see how long this lasts."

WATERS: "It's gonna last as long as I let it, my friend. I look forward to working with you guys."

DANIELS: "I, for one, like the change. Adds freshness to the show. And what a show we have for you tonight, our main event is a blockbuster. Alan Fiscus having his first World Heavyweight title defense against King of Combat winner, Brian Blaze!"

WATERS: "That's an awesome match, and another awesome one... Mortius against Cage Stryker, in a cage... with Jesse as the ref!"

MASTERS: "Cage is going to DIE."

DANIELS: "But first, we have a newcomer showcase, well... ALMOST a newcomer. Sean Hustle makes his long awaited return to the company, Johnny Kerosone is making his debut, and The Custodian is back after his impressive debut in Las Vegas, albeit at the losing end. Nevertheless, the man has a lot of promise."

MASTERS: "WHAT? I don't think so, Daniels! Hustle is the man in this one, hands down."

WATERS: "Well let's ge…Holy Kangaroo, I’ve just heard in my headpiece that there’s something going off backstage!

MASTERS: “No fair! You’re here just for a few minutes, and already you get one of those headpieces…I’ve never had one of them!”

DANIELS: “Yeah, your really missing out, shame your not important enough.”

MASTERS: “Bah humbug!”

The Combatron flashes and we get a view of Ryan Lewis, coming through a door and into a parking lot. There are cars everywhere in the packed out stadium, parked and waiting for their owners to return. One vehicle, however, is just approaching. A blacked out muscle car, the grill on the front red and open, shaped like the jaws of hell itself. The overpowering noise dies and all is still. Ryan approaches the car just as the door is opened. Ezra Mayhem steps out, his face bleak and his eyes wary. From the other side steps Jakob, both men wearing Leather trousers and huge boots, adorned with satanic symbols and more metal than is ever neccessary in footwear. Ezra opens the back door and comes out with two large hold-alls. Jakob, coming around from the opposite side, takes one and slings it effortlessly over his shoulder. From the back steps Cyras, a look of arrogent malevolence etched

Ryan: Total Mayhem, Jakob and Ezra, can i get a word with you before you get ready for your match

Cyrus: No

The two men violently thrust past him, sending Lewis to the ground. Cyras laughs and steps over Ryan following behind. Not one to take a hint however he springs back up and showing a certain wish for death, runs after the two bohemoths and taps Jakob on the shoulder.

Ryan: Please guys, just a few words

Jakob looks at Ezra, who's hard eyes betray no answer, but Jacob sees an invisible cue and nods to Cyrus

Cyrus: Fine, make it quick or we will call an end to the interview ourselves, and it won't be a pretty end

Ryan gulps and nods his head

Ryan: Fine, fine... i just wanted to ask, how do you feel tonight knowing that while Jakob will have Ezra in his corner, Distress has both Dispayre AND EOI in there with him, do you think the extra man will play a big part in the decision?

Cyrus: Ryan Ryan Ryan, we have no fear from the Brothers of Misery, no matter the numbers, but you seem to forget, we have a third in our midst. Things are in motio....

Suddenly there is yelling of camera, which swings around to a door. Closed, but with many voices shouting in grunts or strains, words can just be made out

Behind the door: Save it for the ring, for the ring, jesus guys, hold him back

The instructions obviously don't get followed however, as the door burts open and the back of around four straining men slide into view, their backward momentum being spurred by a struggling Distress, stepping around the men appears Morrigan

Morrigan: There they are, you sons of bitches. How dare you

Jakob laughs

Cyrus: As i was saying....

Morrigan: There will be a reckoning tonight, this attack will not go unpunished

Ryan: Attack? what happened

Distress is still fighting against the throng as Morrigan replies

Morrigan: EOI and Despayre were just found in a pool of blood, knocked out, by THEM

Cyrus: That isn't possible

Morrigan: BULLSHIT

Ryan: It's true, they only just arrived, it couldn't have been them

he look on Distress' face becomes wary, but he stops struggling, though the security still stay in front of him as a precaution

Morrigan: You have no reason to lie for them. Fine, then it may not have been by their hands, but it was done in their name

Cyrus: Perhaps it was, you have the air of one who has been unfairly treated, but i reming you, it was the Brothers of Misery that started this, what comes after is own your own head

Morrigan: Do not think that this changes anything, Distress will still be at that ring tonight, and you can still have Ezra as your outside assistance, it will not change the outcome. Oh, and if your ''third'' decides to make his or her presence known i will delight in watching Distress take down all three of you. This action will not go unpunished

Cyrus: I look forward to later then, as im sure does Total Mayhem

Distress looks on at the two through the wall of guards, his look of intensity and malice. He finally turns and goes back through the door, Morrigan following. Leaving Ryan Lewis alone once again with Total Mayhem

Cyrus: As i was saying... Things are in motion, Brothers of Misery offer us nothing to fear, and the odds, i believe, are now in our favour.

Jakob, Ezra and Cyrus the turn and continue their march to the locker rooms, Ryan looking on behind, a look of puzzlement and relief that he escaped this time uninjured. Somethimes being an interviewer should most definetly come with the benifits of danger money

Ryan: Back to you Jarred

DANIELS: “Thank you, Ryan. Some mysterious activity there, these monsters have such an ominous feel to them.”

MASTERS: “Well of course they do Jarred, you balding mongoose, their bloody monsters!”

WATERS: “Look, I’m gonna move this thing along, cuz I can see where it’s going. Up next it’s our opening match, and three promising stars are in action.”

MASTERS: “Let’s just hope Custodian gets what he deserves, after attacking Mr. Montana like that!”

DANIELS: “Attacking?!”

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT OPENING - STARS IN THE MAKING -=-
The Custodian vs. Johnny Kerosene vs. "Troublesome" Sean Hustle

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TOWERS: "Hello, Dallas!"

The crowd pops loudly, as they've been electric this whole time

TOWERS: "Are you ready to get this party started!?"

The crowd yells yes immensely

TOWERS: "Let's do it then! This opening contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first..."

"You're Gonna Pay" by Jim Johnston begins to play over the PA

TOWERS: "Hailing from The Janitor's Closet... weighing in at 240 pounds... THE CUSTODIAN!!"

Out comes the Custodian, with his trusty mop in his hands. The mop is made up like it was in Custy's promo, and he is referring to it as Moppy 2 Hotty. The crowd seem to mostly being cheering him, but many aren't familiar with him too well yet. He makes his way down to the ring with a no-nonsense look on his face. He's wearing dirty jeans and a old "New York Yankees" t-shirt. He carefully places the mop on a corner apron, and gets in the ring

TOWERS: "And his first opponent..."

5FDP's "White Knuckles" begins to play

TOWERS: "Hailing from Albany, New York and weighing in at 221 pounds... making his return to the CZW... 'Troublesome' SEAN HUSTLE!!"

Hustle comes out, wearing dark purple attire. He pauses for the crowd, posing, but not being entirely friendly. He slightly jogs down to the ring, not high fiving any fans. He slides in, and stares at the Custodian for a moment before climbing a turnbuckle and posing again

TOWERS: "And their opponent..."

"Johnny B. Goode" by Judas Priest plays over the PA

TOWERS: "Hailing from Bristol, England and weighing in at 198 pounds... making his CZW debut... JOHNNY KEROSENE!!"

Out comes Johnny, wearing a keytar and very energetic. He pumps up the crowd as he makes his way down the aisle, high fiving fans. He gets to the ring, and leaves the keytar next to the steps. He's wearing glam rocker-like wrestling attire, with numerous bandanas on his head and tied to his arms. He gets into the ring, and plays air keytar for the crowd who seem to just love him

MASTERS: "What is this joke?"

WATERS: "That's Johnny Kerosene, William, didn't you hear old man?"

DANIELS: "Johnny is now turned around, and all three men are facing each other in a triangle."

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DANIELS: "There's the bell. Custodian definitely has the weight advantage, but not by a whole lot. Kerosene is most likely the fastest of the three, and Hustle is known for his MMA fight influenced style. He looks a lot different than the last time we saw him."

MASTERS: "Yeah, I'd say. He's gotten a lot uglier."

WATERS: "He's let his hair grow out, and you can barely tell it's Hustle if you don't squint. They are circling each other like sharks... The crowd seem to be accepting all three men rather well I'd say."

DANIELS: "I love this... I'm with a brit and an aussie as commentary partners."

MASTERS: "I've always hated you, Jarred."

WATERS: "All three men are standing their guard, careful when to make their moves. Custodian suddenly backs off and says for them to go at it, he'll chill. What a gentleman."

DANIELS: "And they comply, as they lock up. Hustle takes the lead and locks on a headlock. He wrenches it in. Johnny tries to get out, and then pushes him to the ropes. Sean goes running, and Johnny follows. Johnny goes for a clothesline, but Sean ducks it. On the rebound, and Sean nails Johnny with a flying forearm. Johnny is right back up, but Sean has him positioned... Samoan drop!"

WATERS: "Sean doesn't look like he's missed a beat."

MASTERS: "He's definitely missed a few barber appointments, however."

DANIELS: "Custodian is just standing in the corner, admiring the action. Sean has Johnny up and tosses him to the ropes. Sean with a back body drop.. no! Johnny halted, and kicked Sean in the chest. Sean stumbles back... Johnny with a Mongolian chop! Another one! Johnny kicks him in the gut... vertical suplex! He goes for the first pinfall attempt of the contest."

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MASTERS: "I like this guy's work ethic, if not his little... gimmick there."

DANIELS: "I don't think this is a gimmick, William."

MASTERS: "You think he enjoys dressing like that, and doing kinda work?"

DANIELS: "Yes, yes I do!"

WATERS: "You would. Custodian is laying some forearms into the back of Johnny's head, dazing him. He grabs his head and leaps... nicely placed bulldog!"

MASTERS: "Hustle is back up, watching the action. Like a snake, stalking them... that's the way to do it."

DANIELS: "Custodian has Johnny back up, and nails a series of punches... Johnny is dazed and confused in the ring, and Custodian swerves along with him, as the crowd eats it up. Custodian turns around, about to hit a twister style move... but Sean catches him off guard with a perfectly placed European uppercut! Custodian didn't see it coming, and slams back on his back. Sean nails Johnny with a dropkick! Sean then grabs Custodian and turns him over... he's locking on a camel clutch!"

MASTERS: "Here comes that submission background of Sean, he can make a man tap out with a variety of moves and whenever he wants!"

WATERS: "Not as good as I can. Custodian is fighting it, but Sean is locking it on pretty tight. Look, Johnny is slowly getting back up... Custodian hasn't submitted yet, tough guy. And... he gets to the ropes. Sean lets go of the hold, and kicks a few times at his kidney area. Johnny suddenly grabs Sean and turns him around... kick to the gut... Shoulder jawbreaker! Nice move, and the cover!"

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DANIELS: "Sean kicks out. Johnny grabs him by the hair and takes him to a corner. He smashes his head twice on the turnbuckle. He then turns him around and mounts.."

MASTERS: "Oh no, not this!"

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WATERS: "Custodian from behind, grabs Johnny and slams him down hard with a full nelson slam! Now HE mounts Sean...!"

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MASTERS: "Sean's had enough, as he grabs Custodian and moves forward, dropping his throat down on the top turnbuckle. Custodian flops backwards, holding his neck. Johnny is on his back towards the center of the ring, and Sean is on his hands and knees after all those punches."

WATERS: "This is the chance to seize the match, for whoever can get up first. And it looks like Johnny is getting up... he goes to pick up Sean... and Sean surprises him with a jab to the throat!"

DANIELS: "Sean, in a daze, stands up... kicks Johnny in the gut... and nails a dooming piledriver! The cover!"

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DANIELS: "Custodian grabs Sean by the hair... repeated kicks to the ribs... he picks him up... Belly-to-back suplex! He then grabs Johnny and picks him up... a Belly-to-back for him as well! Custodian covers Sean!"

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WATERS: "He thought he had that one, for sure. He picks up Sean and scoop slams him. It looks like Custodian's going to the top!"

MASTERS: "What!?"

DANIELS: "He did it with ease, William. He's up... he leaps... DIVING HEADBUT-NO! Sean moved! Sean is back up... he stumbles over to Custodian and picks him up.. he throws him to the outside!"

MASTERS: "Sean follows him out, now... I like this viciousness in Hustle. He kicks Custodian in the gut... irish whip..."

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WATERS: "And smash, right into the guardrail! Sean isn't staying on him, though, he's basking in the crowd's reactions. That's a deadly drug, Sean."

DANIELS: "Now Sean is on Custodian.. but Custodian surprises him with a shot to the gut! Another one! Now they're brawling back and forth... wait..."

WATERS: "They don't see that Kerosene is up and stalking them like prey! He's aiming... oh, he's off!"

MASTERS: "Springboard spinning plancha!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

DANIELS: "I'm surprised you called that accurately."

MASTERS: "I'm surprised you're still alive."

WATERS: "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please. All three men are sprawled out on the outside... they're each trying to prove a point and make a mark in the CZW, the most prestigious wrestling company today."

DANIELS: "Nice plug."

WATERS: "Shut up."

MASTERS: "It looks like Johnny is up first, and he has a handful of Sean's hair. He slams his head down on the guardrail! Despicible move. Custodian is up on his knees, and Johnny turns around to him... straight kick to the skull! Johnny's taking charge now."

DANIELS: "Johnny turns his attention back to Sean. He grabs him and throws him back in the ring. He then goes back to Custodian, and picks him up. He goes to throw him into the guardrail... but Custodian reverses! Johnny goes flying over the guardrail and into the fans!"

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

WATERS: "Custodian displaying a great deal of strength with that whip. Custy is shaking his head a little, and crawls back into the ring."

MASTERS: "Custy?"

WATERS: "That's right, William."

DANIELS: "Custodian uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, and Sean is crawling on his hands and knees to the opposite side of the ring. Kerosene is still laid out in the front row. Sean and Custodian lock eyes on each other. Look at their stares!"

WATERS: "Those are looks of determination, skill... and a little impatience, if you ask me."

MASTERS: "They're each looking for any opportunity to attack.. and I think Johnny is gone from this match for good. Where is he?"

DANIELS: "I see him stirring over there, the fans are helping revive him. Oh, Sean and Custodian lunge at each other! Fists-a-flurry, both men looking to end this match. Sean gets the leverage with a poke to the eye! Kick to the gut... and a swinging neckbreaker. Sean is up, and he's got that look on his face..."

WATERS: "A look I've had many times. That look of 'I've got this!'"

DANIELS: "Sean picks the Custodian up, and throws him to the ropes... Custodian ducks the lariat... Sean leapfrogs over him on the rebound... third times a charm... Custodian with a a Lou Thesz press! He stays on top for the cover."

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MASTERS: "Nice move from the garbage man here, now he's picking up Hustle. C'mon Sean!"

WATERS: "Custodian lays in a few punches. Where is Johnny?"

DANIELS: "I don't see him anymore, actually.."

MASTERS: "Who cares. Custodian irish whips Sean into the corner hard. What is this idiot doing.."

DANIELS: "Well the crowd seem to be behind Custodian the most, and he's revving it up... he takes off!"

WATERS: "And runs right into a lifted boot from Sean! Hustle was hustlin' him!"

DANIELS: "Custodian stumbles back, and Sean lunges at him with a double leg takedown. Sean delivers a few punches to the fallen Custodian, before picking him up again."

MASTERS: "Hustle is just man handling this sorry excuse for a wrestler. And Johnny MUST be dead."

WATERS: "If he doesn't show back up, I have dibs on that keytar."

DANIELS: "Sean has Custodian up, and is punching at his head. Custodian seems to be in a world elsewhere, just a blank look on his face. Sean notices this, and as Custodian is standing there in a daze, he takes off to the ropes."

MASTERS: "WHOA!"

WATERS: "Where the hell did he come from!? Johnny Kerosene just kicked Sean right in the head from the ring apron as he was turning to run at Custodian!"

DANIELS: "Did you hear the smack!? Sean is stumbling towards Custodian.... and... Custodian is awake! He grabs him and turns..."

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DANIELS: "A giant spinebuster slam! Custodian with the cover!"

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* DING DING DING *

TOWERS: "And your winner is... THE CUSTODIAN!"

MASTERS: "What a cheap shot! But look at Johnny, after the energy he used for that kick, he could only lay on the ring apron and watch."

WATERS: "Custodian rolls out of the ring, and the ref follows to raise his arm in victory. What a great opening match here tonight, don't you guys agree?"

DANIELS: "Most definitely! Custodian's song is playing as he's going up the ramp... Sean seems to now be realizing what just happened. He's shaking his head for cobwebs while on his knees.."

WATERS: "Sean is staring at Johnny with hate in his eyes, guys... this might not be good. Johnny was really knocked for a loop with that toss into the crowd. He's trying to get back up as Sean is now up and walking towards him.... OH!"

MASTERS: "Sean just kicked Johnny hard in the ribs! Again! He's lifting him up now.... He has him face to face... he grabs his head and jumps!"

WATERS: "Dear lord, what a destroying maneuver. Johnny is out!"

DANIELS: "The crowd is booing as Sean is taking out his come back woes all over the man who caused him to lose. The Custodian is already in the back. Johnny is almost motionless now. Sean grabs him again... please Sean, stop! He's locking him in a guillotine choke hold now.. he calls this the Concrete Dreams!"

WATERS: "Johnny is dead meat! He isn't holding back with this move either, what a way for Johnny to debut... Sean, you suck."

MASTERS: "Ah man, here comes security... I could watch this all night long! They're making Sean let go of the hold, those party poopers."

DANIELS: "Sean lets go, but spits down at the fallen Kerosene. This is not good. The crowd is booing him as he leaves the ring. The security guards are making sure Johnny is okay... we'll fill you in on if there is any serious injury to Johnny once we know more. We'll be right back."

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The cameras cut backstage where Matt Covey stands in a hallway, looking grim about something. As the camera pans out, we see he is standing next to a door reading "CZW President". Matt rolls his eyes and turns away from the door, but doesn't manage three full steps before he comes to a stop, turning back towards the door once more. This time, he bangs a fist against the door. A voice yells back from inside, allowing entry. Matt opens the door, to find Jesse Montana sitting behind his mahogany desk, looking down on some paperwork with glasses across the bridge of his nose. Montana has now changed into a new suit, but still looking nervous about a previous incident. As Montana peers up from his work, he slyly smirks and grunts, viewing his present company, now starting to relax into his black leather recliner.

Jesse Montana: And what can I do for you, Mr. Covey?

Matt approaches the desk, fidgeting his fingers as though something is on his mind. He slams his hands down against Montana's desk, grunting when he speaks.

Bad Ass: You know what this is about, Jesse. I want Fiscus.

Jese looks back to his work, sticking a pen in his mouth. His appearance is that of someone deep in thought, or perhaps, ignoring his guest all together. Finally, he looks back on Matt, taking off his glasses and pushing them aside.

Jesse Montana: Fine. You've got it.

Matt appears shocked.

Bad Ass: Really? That's it?

Jesse Montana: What? You thought I'd say no? It's business, Mr. Covey. As much as I may despise the fact that I suffered a public loss last week to some trash I used to pay to handle my dirty work, I am first and foremost a business man. And the people are absolutely dying to see the apocalypse that is Covey vs Fiscus one on one. And I'm going to give it to them...at the next pay-per-view.

Matt lowers his head, making a sucking noise through his teeth as his agitation grows.

Bad Ass: Not at the pay-per-view, dick! Right f**king now! Tonight!

Jesse Montana: I'm afraid that's not going to work. You see, a match this momentous deserves a grand stage. Besides, I can't have you little bastards f**king each other up before the match can take place.

Montana leans back in his reclining swivel chair, staring into the marble ceiling.

Jesse Montana: Imagine, it if you will, Matt Covey vs Alan Fiscus for the CZW title in a "Riot Match" no less! The money that would draw... Well, let's just say CZW might never come close to the chopping block anymore.

Matt grabs a bright lamp off of Jesse's desk and wails it into the nearest wall, shattering it on impact.

Bad Ass: You mean to f**king tell me that I have to wait practically an entire f**king month to get my hands on the son of a bitch who needs his ass beat the most?!? Come on! You f**king HATE Fiscus! You, more than anybody should want to see me bust his head open!

Jesse Montana: Oh, and I do, sir. However... I have waited this long, I can wait a little while longer.

Bad Ass: Fine! Then I'll just break his damn legs tonight in his match with Blaze Jr!

Jesse Montana: Stop! Alright, damnit... Look, go find yourself a couple of partner's for next week. If you have to have a piece THIS damn bad, then you can face Fiscus and two partners of his choosing next show...in Wichita, Kansas...in a six man tag match!

Bad Ass: Tag match? Who would want to tag with me?

Jesse Montana: Not my problem. Point is, it's Fiscus' hometown and it's a great place to watch you guys all kill yourselves while the company draws a fat ass check! Good day, Mr. Covey.

Matt angrily stares Montana down, gritting his teeth together as he does so. He turns away finally, leaving Montana to look over his paper work once more as the cut scene fades.

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-=- A MONSTERS BALL - LUMBERJACK MATCH -=-
(Total Mayhem) Jakob Mayhem vs. (BoM) Distress

Lumberjacks : Ezra Mayhem - Despayre - EOI

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Daniels: It's time now for Jakob Mayhem to take on BoMs Ditress in a lumberjack match

Masters: You mean it WAS a lumberjack match

Waters: This is true, as we found out earlier tonight a mysterious assailent took out Distress' lumberjacks EOI and Dispayre. Who were found in a pool of blood

Masters: This is an excellent war being waged between these teams. Both as sadistic as each other, each putting the other through as much hell as possible. I love it

Daniels: You would, but the big question is how will Distress fair on his own, he has nowhere to run, Jakob insode the ring, Ezra outside

Waters: And its truly a monsters ball, Distress elipsing his two brothers by a clear foot, all these men are huge, we arent going to see much high flying, but theres sure gonna be some high impact

Daniels: You'd better believe it... looks like we're about to start here

Cradle of Filths ''Born in a burial gown starts to scream over the speakers, harking the enterance of Cyrus, his red cloak and black hair flowing back, the look of the devil upon his face, he turns around to face the back and raises his hands in the air in time with an explosion of flame on either side. Jakob and Ezra appear from behind the curtain, their looks exactly the saem right to the excrutiating expression of anger on their face. Cyrus turns once more and leads the men to the ring, stepping to the side and directing Ezra to follow and Jakob to get in the ring.

Waters: Cyrus of course down with the giant and scary Total Mayhem, i remember facing these guys as part of Fire and Ice, and i'll tell you, it's not an experience i'd repeat in a hurry

Daniels: They truly are monsters of the squared circle.

''Zerstoren'' by Rammstein starts to play, the crowds boos, unusually reserved in the case of Total Mayhem, now out in full force as the huge Distress makes his way from the back, the look of anger on HIS face actually eclipsing Total Mayhems, he strides to the bottom and rolls under the ropes, coming up and flying at Jakob with a flurry of punches

Masters: Distress straight in for the kill

Waters: No time wasted as his punches drive Jakob straight back into the turnbuckle

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Daniels: And this match is officially on. Distress unstopping in his attack on Jakob, driving his forearm now into his opponents throat.

This is folowed by an irish whip; into the opposite turnbluckle. Distress runs after and goes for a spear

Waters: OOOH, Jakob dodges and Distress goes shoulder first into the post. Jakob now grabbing Distress by the shoulder and tails and throwing him to the outside

Daniels: And the waiting Ezra

Ezra grabs up Distress and lands a swift DDT to the concrete, not giving Distress any time to get his bearings he lifts him and rolls him under the ropes.... only to recieve a legdrop by the waiting Jakob

Daniels: Distress not getting a look in now, as he is lifted once more, this time rolled into a powerbomb...

Waters:... Distress jumps over Jakobs head and lands on his feet, Jakob turns into Distress' hand, slapped into his throat... CHOKESLAM

Masters: NO!, Jakob struggles out, mid kick, he runs to the ropes and comes back...

Daniels:... STRAIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT!

Jakob is down and Distress goes to the turnbuckle and raises to the top, ready for the moonsault. But to no avail, as Ezra climbs to the apron and pushes Distress into the ring, off the top. Jakob crawls over to the downed Distress and wraps his right arm around his throat, using his left fist to rain down punch after punch. He finally gets to his feet, only to be swept back down from Distress

Waters: Both men now punching it out on the mat... but wait, theres Morrigan! Whats he doing with that?

Morrigan is striding down the ramp with a chair, the chair is covered in a towel, the smell making the crowd turn their heads, he has a lighter in his other hand

Daniels: He better not be doing what i think he's doing

Masters: This is great

On the outside Cyrus spins Ezra, who was concentrating on the match and points to Morrigan, gesturing to get rid of him. Ezra tuens and makes his way up the ramp, impeding Morrigans progress, he tries to get past, but can't find a way. He takes a swing with the chair at the towering Ezra, who easily dodges and grabs the chair himself with a look of evil. Morrigans eyes grow wide and he starts backing up the ramp, begging Ezra not to hurt him. On the inside Distress sees Morrigan backing away from danger and, ignoring Jakob, makes his way to the ropes. Jakob however has other ideas and grabs Distress' shoulder, spinning him and landing a snap suplex. On the outside Morrigan is at the top of the ramp, Ezra finally runs in, but Morrigan runs to the back with Ezra in hot persuit.

Daniels: Well, i guess Ezra's out of the equation

Waters: I wouldn't count him out just yet, once he takes care of Morrigan he'll be back

Masters: Look on the inside!

Jakob now has the giant Distress rolled up for the lights out....

Waters: HEADSCISSOR TAKEOVER! Bet you never thought you'd see Distress pulling off that move!

Daniels: To be fair Jakob and Ezra are about the only two he COULD do that to, but it was a sight to behold, and a cover

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Jakob unleashes with a series of chops, followed by an uppercut, staggering Distress to the ropes. Jakob runs after and clotheslines Distress straight over the ropes to the outside

Daniels: And this match has just swung again, very back and forth action here, though i think Jakob may just have the edge

Waters: I'm not so sure, i think it's pretty much down the middle between these two men. Jakob now on the outside... WHAT'S GOING ON?

Masters: Who turned out the lights? What the hell, someone get that fixed!

As suddenly as they went off, the lights return back to normal, but the scene in fromt has changed dramarically. Jakob, disorientated, turns around to see Cyrus... being held by EOI and Dispayre

Daniels: Where did they come from? I thought they were injured?

Waters: I think the stitches on both their heads show that they were Jarred, though obviously they're made of tougher stuff

Indeed, both EOI and Dispayre are sporting angry gashes on their head, red raw with stitches visible. Cyrus is locked in both mens grip, struggling to break free. Jakob heads towards them, making the same mistake as Distress earlier, with the same results

Masters: Distress turns Jakob, HARD punch to the face... gut kick....he lifts.... ABYSMAL FALL! What a move

Waters: He rolls Jakob to the inside... going for the cov.... no, wait

Distress, with a sickening smile, turns to the ropes and reaches over, grabbing up a chain and padlock that EOI is holding up

Daniels: What are they planning?

Masters: If you'd shut up we'll find out

Distress takes the heaby duty chain and approaches Jakob, who, against all probability is trying to get to his feet... Distress however has wrapped the chain around his wrists...

Daniels: BAM! What a shot, and that shot just busted Jakobs eyebrow, he's bleeding.

Distress takes the chain and wraps it around Jakobs neck, he then drags him and climbs over to the apron, wrapping the chain around the top rope, the metal now holding Jakob by the throat to the rope. Distress applies the padlock and locks it in place, Jakob trying with all his might to struggle out, blood pouring down his face, but only succeeding in choking himself.

Daniels: Whare in the hell is Ezra?

Waters: I have no idea, but look...

EOI and Dispayre have rolled Cyrus into the ring, Distress is back in now and pins Cyrus to the ground while EOI and Despayre go to the outside

Masters: And they're back in with chairs.... Jakob is not in a good position he.... OUCH

EOI and Dispayre both swing the chairs at the same time, bringing them crashing down on either side of Jakobs head

Waters: And that does it for the ref, who's called for the bell, that doesn't look like it's bothering, or indeed going to stop, the Brothers of Misery though

Daniels: I'll say again where the hell is......... oh.... my.... god

On top of the ramp Morrigan comes onto the stage, a taught rope over his shoulder, grunting with the effort of dragging something, a few seconds later it is apparent, coming through the xurtain, on a wheeled cart, is a tall wooden pole. On the pole, tied upright by chains is the bloody visage of Ezra, consious, though barely, he has lacerations all over his body, and his skin can't be seen for blood. Morrigan moves behind the cart and pushes, sending it careering down the ramp, it crashes into the side of the ring giving Ezra a perfect view of the inside, looking over at his brother, chained and bloody also, trying to keep his knees from sagging so he doesnt hang from the top rope. EOI and Dispayre approach Cyrus, who is lifted up easily by Distress and floored just as easily by a waiting chair being swung by EOI. Jakob once again starts to struggle agasinst the chains, and even Ezra is using what little movement is avaliable to his to try and somehow get out to save Cyrus. The Brothers of Misery look in turn to both men and laugh, the laugh of malicious intend, and joy in suffering.

Daniels: I can't watch this

Masters: I can! This is prime quality entertainment

Waters: I have to say it is very disturbing seeing two men like Jakob and Ezra Mayhem completely helpless like this

EOI unfolds his chair and sits it in the middle of the ring, Distress picks up Cyrus once more drags him to the chair, placing Cyrus' neck over the face down, over the backrest of the chair. Cyrus starts to flail wildly as Distress holds his head and drops to his back, looking up into the terrified face of Cyrus, EOI grabs the wildly kicking legs of Cyrus and holds them in place. Finally Despayre approaches and look down onto the back and neck of Cyrus. He lifts high the chair he still holds and looks once more into the eyes of Total Mayhem.

Daniels: Don't do it, it'll kill him

Despayre gets as much height on the chair as he can as the crowd hold their breath

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And brings it SMASHING down onto the back of Cyrus' neck with as much force as humanly possible, crushing his throat into the backrest of the chair. The crowd let up a groan at the devestating shot as Distress lets go and gets to his feet, EOI follows suit. Despayre puts his foot on Cyrus' side and pushes him off the chair. Cyrus falls limply to the mat, blood pouring from his mouth. Brothers of Misery look once more to Total Mayhem, they are no longer struggling, only staring, hard eyed, at the body of Cyrus. ''Zerstoren'' Starts to play once more as the three men leave the ring, just as paramedics slide in the other side. They waste no time strapping Cyrus to a board and sliding him out of the ring, putting the stretcher on the trolley and running to the back, overtaking the slowly progressing EOI, Ditress and Despayre on the ramp. The meet with Morrigan at the top of the ramp and stare down into the ring. Both Mayhem brothers still tied, still staring at the spot where Cyrus was, and where only a pool of blood remains.

Daniels: I... i can;t describe what we just witnessed, it was one of the sickest contrived scenes i think i've ever witnessed here

Masters: I have to admit, it was actually very disturbing to watch

Waters: Total Mayhem look completely blank. We need to get someone out here to untie them though

Daniels: Here comes some backstage guys

A few men run down from the back with tool bags in their hands

Waters: Well. we're going to go backstage right now as they try to clean up the mess out here at ringside, see you in a few moments

Daniels (as the scene cuts): I cannot believe that just happen....

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We come back from break to see The CZW Ultraviolent champion, Brian Kirkland dressed in his wrestling gear and a black hoodie, practicing strikes on a punching bag in his locker room. He nails it with all kinds of punches, kicks, elbows and even a headbutt. He stops when Mike Monroe comes up behind him and grabs his shoulder.

MM:Hey BK, I heard you wanna talk to me, what's up man?

Kirkland turns to Mike

BK:I just wanted to ask you something. Why wasn't I informed of this little Beautful Agony reunion a couple weeks ago? I mean I know I was gone for a little while but I'm still a little confused about this.

Mike pats Brian's shoulder for a second before sticking his hands in his pockets.

Monroe: It is nothing personal, Kirk. I think a lot of you. But, it seems to me, at least, that you went on a sabbatical to take care of some personal issues. And, I respect that. But, you also understand that when you roll with BA, you need deadly focus. And I don't need someone to waiver when we need him or her most. So why we may still be allies and me and the rest of BA have your back, I just can't have a liability right now.

BK:I understand that...I guess, thanks for talking to me Mike. Good luck with your match tonight.

MM:No problem man, you too.

Mike turns and leaves the locker room. BK seems a little disappointed, looking down to the ground.

Voice: You know that's bullshit right?

Kirkland looks up and is started to see CZW World Heavyweight champion Alan Fiscus standing at his door. He immediately puts up his guard.

BK: What do you want, Fiscus?

AF: I don't want anything from you, Brian. No need to get all tense. I was simply passing by on my way back to my locker room, when I happened to hear your little conversation. Don't ask me why... perhaps it's that I've always seen something in you... but I can't help but step in. Monroe and his little band of freaks are playing you, man. They don't think you're good enough. He himself called you a liability. Let me tell you something. If that was going down on me, and I were in your shoes... I'd make a statement. I'd make a statement to Mike and Eddie and all the rest of them. Let them know what they missed out on. Do you know what I mean?

Kirkland loosens up, if only just a little bit, with a stern but puzzled look on his face.

BK: I think I do.

AF: Then do something about it, champ.

Kirkland nods, as Alan grows an evil smile on his face. He takes off to his left, presumably heading to his locker room. Brian stands there for a moment, obviously enshrouded with thought, before going another round with the punching bag. The scene cuts to Masters, Daniels and Waters.

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-=- CALEB FACES A MYSTERY OPPONENT! -=-
"The God of War" Caleb Walker vs. ???

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DANIELS: "Well what was THAT all about?"

WATERS: "Who knows, who cares, Jarred."

MASTERS: "My thoughts exactly."

DANIELS: "I care. Jessica is in the ring."

WATERS: "Get out of that ring, and into my car baby!"

TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first... weighing at 300 pounds and hailing from Sacramento, California... He is 'The God of War' and a CZW original... CALEB WALKER!!"

Although difficult to see unless you are near and impossible to see by the cameras, there is a clear, see-through plastic curtain in front of the wrestler's entrance. As the opening strains of Twisted Sister's 'Burn in Hell' begin to play, a projector puts an image across the curtain making it look like red liquid is falling down in front of the entrance and Caleb appears behind it, bathed in a bloody red. As the song says: "You're gonna burn in hell" and the music picks up tempo, Caleb rips open the curtain and walks out. He is wearing his usual chain mail skull caps, but now also wears a replica of an ancient Roman armor breastplate and blood red cape. He strut down to the ring with his muscles tensed up, fists clenched, a murderous look on his face. He enters the ring, looks into the camera, and raises his hands into the air, and pyro bursts from the four corner posts until he drops his arms down. He takes off the breastplate, cape, and chain headpiece before the bell rings.

MASTERS: "But who is his mystery opponent? What a raw deal for Caleb, if I say so myself!"

TOWERS: "And his mystery opponent..."

The lights go out, as the crowd gets electric. After a few moments, "Serial Killer" by Snoop Dogg begins to play and a small red and orange fireworks display goes off. The crowd pops loud as they see two men on the entrance ramp when the lights come back up, immediately recognizing the smaller man.

TOWERS: "Hailing from San Francisco, California and weighing in at 187 pounds... he is the former first EVER CZW World Heavyweight champion, and is making his long awaited return to the ring... being led to the ring by Whiteout... THE ZODIAC THRILLA!!!"

WATERS: "Holy crap!"

DANIELS: "Amazing!"

MASTERS: "Someone stole Jesse's hood ornament and gave it life!"

DANIELS: "But who is this giant with him?"

Zodiac is wearing a black and white outfit, as Whiteout only wears white. Zodiac poses for the crowd as Whiteout just stands there, looking very mean. They make their way down to the ring, and Caleb is not impressed. He sits on the second rope and holds the ropes open for Zodiac to enter.

MASTERS: "Well, that little nig--"

DANIELS: "WILLIAM!"

MASTERS: "I was going to say that little nigrescent entrance further highlighted the man's return, Jarred! You racist pig!"

DANIELS: "Sure you were..."

WATERS: "Now if you kids will shut up, we're going to have a classic match for sure."

DANIELS: "Yes, this match headlined CZW's very first PPV, 'Evil Intentions,' nearly two years ago!"

MASTERS: "And Caleb hasn't been in the main event since, it's such a shame. Look at this beast."

DANIELS: "Well, now the giant is out of the ring and this match is set to begin."

* DING DING DING *

WATERS: "This is a classic example of speed versus strength, something I know all about."

DANIELS: "Indeed, and both men begin circling each other. Caleb is being rather cocky, smiling and signaling he is going to break Zodiac's neck. This man has no respect."

MASTERS: "And why should he, Daniels? The CZW hasn't shown him any respect for 2 years now!"

DANIELS: "That's a matter of opinion, Masters. They lock up and almost immediately Caleb pushes Zodiac into a corner. The referee tells Caleb to back up, and he looks like he is... OH, but he's not! He slapped Zodiac right in the face!"

WATERS: "He knocked some teeth out to, it looks like."

MASTERS: "And Caleb is telling him he should have never came back to the ring, Jarred, because he's right! Caleb has a fire lit under him now, he's going to shoot right back to the top I can feel it."

DANIELS: "Well, Zodiac isn't taking too kindly to Caleb's arrogance. They lock up again, and Zodiac immediately grabs him in a headlock. He quickly whips him over in a takedown, knowing Caleb could probably power out of any strong hold he'd put on him. Zodiac hops up and drops a quick legdrop, right across Caleb's throat!"

WATERS: "And Caleb doing the wise thing, sliding out of the ring. You gotta stop the momentum of Zodiac's speed if you want a chance at beating him."

DANIELS: "And Caleb has never beaten Zodiac before, but as William said I'll even give Caleb the props that he seems to have found new motivation."

MASTERS: "...He's pissed off by being over looked for so long, Jarred, you dolt!"

WATERS: "Well Zodiac is telling Caleb to come right back in, now offering him the ropes to enter. Caleb looks up at him, and then sees that monster Whiteout. He's getting back into the ring."

DANIELS: "And Zodiac immediately attacks him, nailing him with multiple forearms to the head. He has him in somewhat of a daze. Zodiac throws him to the ropes... Zodiac leap frogs over him... the next rebound, and Zodiac nails Caleb with a thundering hip toss. As Caleb is on the ground, Thrilla takes off to the ropes... and baseball slides right into Caleb's shoulder!"

WATERS: "He's a former champ, and though he's missed so much time I'm not seeing much ring rust, Jarred."

DANIELS: "I agree. Zodiac picks him up and places him in a corner. He's going for an irish whip... but Caleb reverses!"

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MASTERS: "Damn, Zodiac slammed hard into the turnbuckle sternum first! He stumbles back out like a drunk... and Caleb grabs him! Oh yeah! Release German suplex! Zodiac is folded up like an accordion."

WATERS: "That could already be it, guys. Caleb's going for the cover."

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DANIELS: "He kicks out! But you can tell that's got him dazed, as Caleb picks him back up recklessly. He scoops him up... and slams him down with a backbreaker. Zodiac almost broke into two!"

MASTERS: "You took the words right out of my mouth, Jarred. NEVER do that again."

WATERS: "Caleb has complete control now, he's toying with him. Bad move, if you ask me, he needs to focus on the pin and get noticed."

MASTERS: "I don't think so, he's letting Thrilla, Whiteout, and all of these fans know that he can have this match at any time he wants."

DANIELS: "Caleb nails Zodiac with another backbreaker, and this time he holds him down in a submission type move, focusing on Zodiac's back. He's yelling in pain, but refusing to give up."

WATERS: "I don't know the extent of his injuries, but that might not be too wise. Gotta live to fight another day, guy."

MASTERS: "Caleb lets go, and he's kicking him in the ribs as he is down. I love it."

DANIELS: "You love all bullies, I believe."

MASTERS: "This is fact."

DANIELS: "Caleb picks Zodiac up, and is swatting at his head. This is ridiculous. Oh, the big man is yelling at Caleb. Caleb turns his focus on Whiteout, yelling back at him. I don't think Caleb fears ANY man."

WATERS: "I truly don't think he does."

MASTERS: "This new guy better keep his mouth shut, that's the God of War!"

DANIELS: "Why don't you go tell him that yourself, William?"

MASTERS: "Uhh... Shawn's the newb, he can do it!"

WATERS: "I'm not a newb at anything, ya fool. Zodiac, in a limp, is trying to seize the opportunity... a roll up on the distracted Caleb!"

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DANIELS: "Zodiac trying to use the element of surprise, both men back up and OH Caleb derails him with a powerful lariat. That almost took his head off!"

MASTERS: "I bet Zodiac just had some Déjà vu!"

DANIELS: "Caleb picks him up, he's almost limp. Looks like he's going for a power bomb, this could be it. He lifts him up.... and Zodiac begins fighting back with punches to the forehead! Where did this come from?"

WATERS: "Maybe he was playing a little possum."

DANIELS: "Could be. Caleb stumbles back.. and Zodiac with all his might... flips him over in a hurricanrana! Caleb falls out of the ring and hard onto the floor!"

MASTERS: "And what is this... Zodiac is pulling on the ref, distracting him as that mutant thug is stalking Caleb! Caleb is up... and DOWN with a running lariat! That is cheating, dammit!"

WATERS: "All is fair in love and war. The big man picks up the OTHER big man and is trying not to get blown up by simply tossing him in the ring. Caleb is a hefty load to carry, I'm quite sure."

DANIELS: "Regardless, Whiteout has thrown him in and he's dazed himself after that unexpected attack. Zodiac grabs Caleb by the head, pretty dazed himself, and lifts him up. He nails a text book neckbreaker. He then stumbles to the ring apron, goes through the ropes... pinpoints, and with all his might leaps... springboard legdrop! He stays in the sitting position for the pin attempt!"

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WATERS: "Caleb kicked out with authority! Zodiac gets back up... and before Caleb can stand, kicks him HARD in the chest. Ouch!"

DANIELS: "And he does it again! Those buzzsaw like kicks are very effective. He runs to the ropes... dropkick right into his face! Caleb is out."

MASTERS: "But Zodiac is making a mistake here, instead of going for the cover he's struggling up the ropes to the top!"

WATERS: "He's up rather quickly, I'd say, Masters. He's turning around and taking aim... he leaps... MOONSAULT! Only I could do it better. The count!"

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DANIELS: "That was pretty close, Caleb just edged it out. Zodiac picks him back up, with a lot of effort. He drags him to a corner, and begins giving him a series of stomps to the gut. Zodiac then backs up, pacing himself. He gets to the other side of ring, and with a full head of steam, he takes off..."

WATERS: "OH, but Caleb fell out of the way at the last possible second! Zodiac right shoulder nails right into the ringpost. This could be serious."

MASTERS: "He's done, put a fork in him. Thanks for coming, Zodiac!"

DANIELS: "Both men are out of it, with Zodiac obviously in more pain. Caleb shakes the cobwebs loose a little, and picks up Zodiac. He crushes him down with a thunderous pumphandle slam, and goes for the cover!"

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MASTERS: "How did he kick out of that!?"

WATERS: "Testicular fortitude, Willie, look into it. Caleb is questioning the ref as well. He is back up, and carries Zodiac to a corner. He's delivering a series of punches to the skull of the Thrilla, just relentlessly. I like it. He lifts him up on the top rope, and try as he might, Zodiac can't shake him loose. Caleb joins him and sets him up..."

* THUD *

DANIELS: "Belly-to-belly superplex! Walker has such power, such force. He crawls over after a moment of pause, and goes for the cover."

MASTERS: "This has to be it."

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DANIELS: "Zodiac with great ring presence!"

WATERS: "Listen to these people, they're appreciating the efforts of both men."

MASTERS: "These guys are originals, even I cheer for their perseverance."

DANIELS: "Caleb is on his knees, holding his hands to his head. He's not sure how to put this guy away."

WATERS: "I think he has an idea, however. He's up and picking up Zodiac... I think he's going for his Absolute Power maneuver."

MASTERS: "You really did your homework for this gig, didn't you?"

WATERS: "I am perfect at everything I do, mate."

DANIELS: "Caleb seems to struggle a second, but finally lifts Zodiac up... but Zodiac wiggles out of it! Zodiac is now behind Caleb, and jumps up on his shoulders. He rolls forward in a victory roll!"

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WATERS: "I am impressed with Zodiac's grasp of awareness. He seems to know right when to make his moves."

DANIELS: "Both men lay on the mat for a moment before stirring. Zodiac is definitely favoring that shoulder, as Whiteout is cheering him on. Caleb just seems to be dizzy."

MASTERS: "The lights are on, but nobody's home."

DANIELS: "Both men are on their knees... and Zodiac delivers the first punch, hitting it dead on. Caleb rears back and returns fire. He doesn't want to get in a fist fight with the God of War."

WATERS: "But Zodiac takes the low road and chops him in the throat, nice. He then stands up with unexpected energy and dropkicks Caleb at close range."

DANIELS: "And near the throat, as well. Zodiac lifts him up and walks him to the corner... smashes his head on the top turnbuckle a few times before getting the rest enough to lift Caleb to where is sitting on the same turnbuckle..."

MASTERS: "Wait, who's this..."

WATERS: "Why is there always someone interfering in every match lately!? I think that's... it's KIMO NEWTON."

DANIELS: "He's hopped over the guardrail and has a steel chair in his hands... what is he doing? Why is he here?"

WATERS: "Well don't you remember, Caleb beat Chris Ross down pretty violently recently... this could be Kimo looking for revenge."

MASTERS: "Well he's sneaking up to where Zod and Walker are, and that giant Whiteout hasn't seen him. Zodiac is still trying to position what looks like would be a top-rope frankensteiner..."

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DANIELS: "Kimo swings and nails a home run! and I think he caught both of them, look how they just lifelessly fell to the mat! Caleb is slumped over Zodiac.... oh no, the referee is counting! WHY?"

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TOWERS: "Your... your winner by pinfall.... Caleb Walker?"

DANIELS: "Kimo had turned around as soon as he hit the chair shot, and didn't realize it was Caleb who had slumped on top. He has a somewhat confused look on his face, but something tells me he doesn't really care. He is entering the ring and circling BOTH fallen men, but why? Does he have beef with Zodiac?"

WATERS: "Now that's something I didn't study on. I don't know of there ever being an altercation between the two. It looks like Kimo is getting something out of his pocket. It's... it's a folded piece of paper or something.."

MASTERS: "Well he's unfolded it, and holding it up.. the camera's zooming in... that's a CZW contract!"

DANIELS: "Kimo is now signed to the CZW?? Is that a wrestler's contract or a manager's one??"

WATERS: "After that attack, I doubt it makes a difference! Kimo turns around and look... Caleb is on his knees, holding his head! He's looking up at Kimo.."

DANIELS: "And Kimo with hatred in his eyes.... wait, Whiteout is entering the ring. He's... yeah, he's yelling at Kimo. Kimo seems confused."

MASTERS: "Kimo seems suicidal!"

DANIELS: "I don't think Kimo knows he hit Zodiac as well! Caleb sees that Kimo is distracted and lunges at him! Kimo drops the chair, but immediately returns fire as they're going at each other heavily... and I think Kimo is only holding his own because of Caleb's pain, there's quite a difference between their height and weight."

MASTERS: "What is up with this, is this a hate crime? What did Caleb Walker do to those..."

DANIELS: "PEOPLE!?"

MASTERS: "Athletes, you wanker!!!"

WATERS: "Well security is running down the aisle as Whiteout is tending to Zodiac. They enter the ring and immediately separate Caleb and Kimo. Caleb gets out of the ring, as Kimo is looking down at him. Zodiac is up.. uh oh.."

MASTERS: "He looks pissed!"

DANIELS: "And I think Whiteout is filling him in! He looks at Kimo from behind and walks up to him... he swings him around and literally slaps the taste out of his mouth! Kimo was so surprised he fell backwards and right out on the outside... Caleb is laughing at him as he is being restrained by security, while the remaining security is now trying to keep Kimo from getting back in the ring!"

WATERS: "I think Kimo just made an unexpected enemy."

Even though Caleb Walker won the match, "Serial Killer" plays over the PA as Zodiac is yelling at Kimo, and then looks out and yells out at Caleb

DANIELS: "I don't think this is the end of it, gentlemen. After the break, we will see an Ultraviolent three way between McNally, UV champ Kirkland, and newcomer Ryan Shane!"

WATERS: "Alright, yeah!"

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(The commercials have just come to an end. Backstage Jenny Jacobs is with Kimo Newton who has a bottle of Jamaican Rum in his hands and looks fired up after that attack a few moments ago.)

Jenny: I’m here with Kimo Newton and Kimo I have to ask what possessed you to attack Caleb Walker like that?!

(Kimo snatches the microphone out of Jenny’s hands.)

Kimo: YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH DOOOOOOGGGGGGGG!!!!

(The fans goes wild as Kimo takes a sip from his bottle.)

Kimo: Yo what possessed me?! Let me tell ya aight? That oversized dinosaur looking motha f**ka put ma home dog in the hospital! Ya know what he did to Chris Ross? He’s in a coma now! And the doctors don’t even know if he is ever going to wake up!

Jenny: So wait Chris Ross is in a coma?

Kimo: Yea Jenny a coma! The God Of War has hospitalized my best friend. The man who always had my back! It’s the way of the islander dog! Ya f**k with one of us you f**k with the whole nation!

(Kimo says before taking another drink.)

Jenny: So is it true you are now officially signed with the CZW?

Kimo: Dayamn straight I am dog! I signed with one thang in mind and that is leaving Caleb Walker in a coma like he did to my home dog!

Jenny: Needless to say Kimo many people are shocked. I mean in the CZW you were more known as the drunk that followed Ross around.

Kimo: Oh really? Well hoe I’m not that guy who walks around doing nothing but screaming YEAAAHHHHH DOOOOOOOGGGGG anymore! I drink! I smoke! I fight! And Imma f**k shit up! And Caleb Walker you may be The God Of War! But I am The God Of The Streets! And unlike The God Of War, The God Of The Streets doesn’t play clean motha f**ka! I’ll wrap a baseball bat around yo head without thinking twice about it!

(Kimo takes a drink from his bottle and turns to Jenny.)

Jenny: Any final statements you’d like to make?

Kimo: Yea Jenny I got one last thang I wanna say!

(Kimo suddenly turns his bottle upside down on Jenny’s head completely drenching her in Jamaican Rum.

Jenny: Kimo what the f**k!!!

(Kimo laughs as he proceeds to pull down her skirt revealing her black lace thong and slaps her ass. Completely embarrassed Jenny runs off the set with her skirt around her ankles.)

Kimo: YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH DOOOOOOOOOGGGGGG!!!!!

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-=- TRIPLE THREAT FIRST BLOOD MATCH - AN ULTRAVIOLENT SPECIAL! -=-
"The Reaper" Brian Kirkland vs. "The Ripper" McNally vs. "The Straight Edge Curse" Ryan Shane

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Masters: Did that twerp just molest Jenny Jacobs and then call her a dog?!

Waters: Meh, who hasn’t…

Daniels: What a night so far and we are going to show off why we are the best federation in wrestling as the Ultraviolent division is on display.

Masters: BK WILL LOSE!!!

Daniels: Masters shut your face. He is the first ever two time Ultraviolent Champion and this is his playground.

Masters: Too bad he has to face The Ripper, this guy is a monster.

Waters: Let’s not forget about Ryan Shane. This new comer to CZW certainly wants to leave an imprint in the Ultraviolent Division and in CZW.

Daniels: What makes this match that much more intriguing, First Blood Waters.

Waters: That is correct once you bleed you’re eliminated last one left not bleeding is the winner.

Masters: WOO BLOOD!

Daniels: Let us send it up to Jessica Towers.

Battle on by War of Ages begins to play as the fans start booing as Ryan Shane is now on the stage. He starts walking towards the ring.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring he hails from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. Ryan Shane!

Ryan Shane gets in the ring as he is in his corner patiently waiting as The Ripper by Chinchilla begins to play. McNally is now on the stage as the fans are booing even louder as he walks down the ramp and he is looking for weapons under the ring.

Jessica: Now, making his way to the ring. He hails from Calumet City, Illinois. He is The Ripper McNally!

Then This is Absolution by Killswitch Engage begins to play as the fans are on their feet. Brian Kirkland is on the stage with his UV Title around his waist as he runs down the ramp.

Jessica: Finally, he is from Dallas, North Carolina. He is also the current Ultraviolent Champion. He is The Reaper Brian Kirkland.

Daniels: Brian Kirkland loses the title belt and takes off the t-shirt as he slides into the ring. He is quick to his feet as he and Ryan Shane are now going at it both hitting each other with punches simultaneously. Ryan finally just pushes Kirkland away as Brian bounces off the ropes. He goes for a massive close line as Ryan ducks. Brian comes to a dead stop as Ryan then hits Kirkland with a beautiful backflip kick to the side of Brian’s head.

Waters: That was a nice Pele from Ryan Shane who is back to his feet as he should really be looking behind him.

Masters: YES! McNally just took Ryan’s head off with a steel chair. Check him referee he’s gone already.

Daniels: Not quite Masters there is no blood coming from the head of Ryan Shane however that was a hellacious shot from The Ripper. Who is now going to work on Brian Kirkland who finally makes it back to his feet as the Ripper grabs Brian by the back of his head. He then takes Brian over and smashes his head into the top turnbuckle. Brian then groggily turns into a massive boot to the face from McNally.

Waters: Kirkland is now standing leaning against the corner turnbuckles as The Ripper lifts him up and sits him on the top rope. However, here comes Ryan Shane.

Masters: No point, it’s basically like a fly pestering McNally. He is hitting McNally with forearm smashes. The Ripper turns around as Ryan Shane starts throwing punches to the head of McNally. Ryan then runs to the ropes jumps off and goes for a springboard Moonsault but McNally catches him.

Waters: McNally walking around with Ryan Shane but look at Brian Kirkland. Now perched on the top rope as he takes flight and hit’s a flying cross body into McNally and Ryan Shane. This takes McNally off his feet as you can tell this has effected all three men. McNally and Kirkland both roll out of the ring as Ryan Shane remains in the ring.

Daniels: Kirkland and McNally however are now on there feet as they are wailing on each other now. McNally goes for a big close line but BK ducks. BK then this a dropkick to the knee as McNally is now on one knee. BK then follows it up with a kick to McNally’s right arm and another kick to his left arm. BK then takes a few steps back and hits McNally with a Shining Wizard.

Waters: BK feeling it as McNally is down and BK is back to his feet pumping up the crowd but. HERE COMES SHANE!

Daniels: He calls that Confliction. That was a springboard corkscrew Moonsault to the outside of the ring onto Brian Kirkland.

Masters: That is what Brian gets for celebrating before the match is over. Ryan Shane now picks Kirkland up by his hair and throw him into the ring. He is now looking under the ring as he has found…a kendo stick. He then nails McNally with the kendo stick keeping him out of the match as he slides into the ring with the kendo stick in hand.

Waters: Good idea to keep McNally out of the match as Ryan and BK are more evenly matched. However, these two are going to have to deal with The Ripper at some point to win this match. Ryan Shane is in the ring as he is winding up the Kendo Stick like a bat Daniels.

Daniels: He certainly is he seemingly is going for the home run shot with the ball being BK’s skull. He is waiting for BK to get to his feet. Brian is slowly but surely finally on his feet as he turns and Ryan swings the stick. BK ducks, he then forearms the back of Ryan’s head as he grabs the stick and is choking Ryan with it…he then hit’s a side Russian leg sweep with the aid of the Kendo Stick. He now has the Kendo Stick firm in his grasp. He then turns and hits McNally in the head with it again as McNally has just found his way back into the ring.

Waters: McNally is finally back into the ring however no one has seemed to notice that he has set up a table on the outside of the ring. Ryan Shane is on his feet as he has the Steel Chair that McNally brought into the ring at the start of the match.

Masters: It’s a stand off. Both men have a weapon in there hand as both swing and the Kendo Stick collides with the chair. Both men drop there weapons as both men shake their hands out of pain. McNally however is on his feet as he goes after both men. He tries to close line both men but they duck. McNally turns and both men go for a double super kick. Nope, McNally showing off the agility as he somehow dodges that by doing a somersault between the two of them. McNally now on his feet as they both turn and MCNALLY!

Daniels: DOUBLE BICYCLE KICK!

Waters: Never, have I seen anyone with the agility of Brian McNally. He just took out both men with a double bicycle kick that was awesome. He is now going over to Kirkland and has locked him in a Sharpshooter.

Daniels: Brian is stuck however, the Sharpshooter is clearly being done to wear down the UV Champion as this is a First Blood Match.

Masters: I love it. He is absolutely making the UV Champ suffer as he is wrenching back and Kirkland can only scream.

Waters: However, it seems like it won’t be lasting long as here comes Ryan Shane. OH, The Kill Shot!

Daniels: He just nailed McNally in the side of the head with a running knee as Kirkland has rolled to the outside of the ring as it leaves The Ripper alone with Ryan Shane. Ryan Shane has grabbed the kendo stick as he is now wailing away on McNally as he is mercilessly beating McNally with that kendo stick.

Masters: Won’t last he has literally busted that kendo stick on the torso of McNally as Ryan Shane simply throws it aside and hit’s a standing shooting star. He is quick to his feet though as he goes to the corner and this a Moonsault form the second rope.

Waters: If this wasn’t first blood I would say Ryan has it won here. However, that is not the case as he is bringing he monster to his feet by pulling on his hair. He is seemingly going for a power bomb? No freakin way.

Daniels: He’s trying and failing as McNally turns it into a back body drop as Ryan Shane crashes into the turnbuckle. Ryan Shane lands on his head as the Ripper is waiting for him to get up. Ryan uses the turnbuckle to help him up. Ryan is now up as McNally starts running goes for a big boot but Ryan ducks. McNally turns around as Ryan throws a right and McNally catches it. He then kicks Ryan in the stomach and gets Ryan in a bear hug.

Masters: Not quite. McNally launches Ryan over his head and hit’s a big belly to belly overhead suplex. Wait, here comes BK back in the ring what does he have?

Waters: Well a garbage can and inside that garbage can. Kendo stick, cheese grater a steel chair a stop sign among other goodies. We’re about to get really Ultraviolent Masters. Brian dumps everything out of the Garbage can as he smokes McNally with the garbage can. McNally is now groggy as Brian places the garbage Can over McNally’s head. He then swings and nails the garbage can with a steel chair. McNally is somehow still on his feet as BK hits McNally with a GHOST TRAIN!

Masters: McNally is down and out.

Daniels: Ryan Shane is finally back in the picture as he has the stop sign. BK stops him in his tracks though as he kicks Ryan in the stomach. Ryan drops the stop sign and BK spins him around. BK then hits Ryan with a German suplex but BK hangs on. BK then changes it and hits Ryan with a Tiger suplex. BK hangs on however and he then changes it and hits Ryan with a Dragon Suplex.

Waters: Three cuts of a scythe.

Masters: Damn BK and his Ultraviolent goodness.

Daniels: That was weird.

Masters: SHUT YOUR FACE DANIELS!

Waters: Both of you shut up.

Daniels: While we’ve been bickering like girls Ryan Shane has rolled to the outside of the ring and BK has followed him. Ryan Shane is leaning against the ring apron as BK is continuing the assault.

Waters: There is that Table that McNally set up later you have to figure this will come into play.

Masters: Well BK is going for another Ghost Train but Ryan catches it. He spins BK around and lifts BK up and hits him with Death of a Salesmen. He then places BK on the table as Ryan climbs up on the apron. Ryan jumps and goes for another corkscrew Moonsault…

Daniels: NO! BK moves and Ryan goes crashing through the table. BK is now on his feet as he slides back into the ring. He is picking something up what is that a damn stapler?

Waters: Yes, that is a damn stapler. McNally is slowly to his feet as he turns and he just nailed BK with a Cheese Grater. McNally now grabs BK as he lifts him up over his head with a military press. He then throws BK up and as BK is falling to the ground he NAILS him in the head with that cheese grater.

Waters: Look at that cheese grater it is deformed now.

Daniels: More importantly look at BK he is standing up and he has the crimson mask.

Masters: MCNALLY ELIMINATES THE UV CHAMPION.

Waters: But, here comes BK.

Daniels: he is wailing away on McNally hitting him in the head with the Cheese Grater and stapling McNally’s head. This is a massacre of McNally’s head.

Masters: He can’t do that he’s been eliminated.

Waters: he can do whatever he wants there are no rules in CZW.

Daniels: BK is going crazy as Ryan Shane is finally back in the ring and he nails McNally with a stop sign.

Waters: McNally is Bleeding!

Masters: THIS IS BULL CRAP!

The bell rings as Battle On begins to Play as Ryan Shane has his hands in the air. Kirkland is already halfway up the ramp as someone is catching up to him to give him back his belt and McNally has finally rolled out of the ring.

Jessica: Here is your winner, Ryan Shane!

Daniels: He has done it Ryan Shane has pulled off a massive win.

Masters: Damn that Brian Kirkland this should have been McNally’s match.

Waters: What is this? Buck Evans? He spins Ryan around and kicks him in the stomach. He lifts him up and BTW on the stop sign.

Masters: YEAH BUCK!

Daniels: Good lord, what is Buck Evans doing out here and why is he going after Ryan Shane?

One Hundred Percent Cowboy begins to play as a Buck the World chant echoes throughout the arena as Buck Evans leaves the ring as Buck starts walking up the ramp.

Daniels: No Idea what that was about but Buck Evans is sending a message as we are going to take a commercial break.

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Backstage once again, we find Matt Covey standing before a locker room door, looking a bit humiliated. Yet he presses on, banging his hand against the door. Matt waits before leaning his ear to the door, his eye cocked in disbelief. His look turns to pure horror for a moment, and then back to normal as a voice calls out from within.

Voice: Uh... Coming!

When the door opens, we see El Pablo standing behind the door. The moment he sets eyes on Matt, he pulls a silver cross necklace from beneath his shirt, hissing like a cat as he uses it to try and ward Matt away. When it doesn't work, Pablo quickly slams the door. Matt shakes his head and bangs once more. Pablo opens the door once again, peering around the corner of the door frame.

Bad Ass: Quit playing around squirrel. I gotta talk to you and the runt.

Pablo shrugs from behind the door and then opens access to Matt who moves in like he was raiding the joint. Pablo closes the door, turning to face his one-time foe.

El Pablo: Sorry, guy. Old habbits dies hard, eh?

Bad Ass: Nevermind that. Were you listening to Lady GaGa?!?

Pablo nearly freezes in his tracks, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

El Pablo: Um... no?

Bad Ass: Bullshit. Look, I need a favor from you.

El Pablo: *scratching his chin* Hmmm... Intriguing. But why should I want to help you?

Bad Ass: Because I'm not trying to break your legs anymore? How about the fact that we have a long and covulated history together?

El Pablo: No we don't.

Bad Ass: Sure we do. You f**ked Jenna Cyde and I married her.

El Pablo: That IS NOT the way to get my help! We do not mention the beast what not be mentioned lest ye be sullied! Sullied I say!!!

Voice: What the hell is going on out there?

Matt and Pablo look to the dressing room as Krimzon Blaze enters the room, looking spry but forever scarred. Upon seeing Matt, his fists instinctively ball up into tight fists, his demeanor changing to instant aggression.

Krimzon Blaze: What the hell is HE doing here?!?

Matt smirks as he eyes KB, opening and closing his own fists in response.

Bad Ass: I admire the balls you've grown kid, but if you stroke the fire, I'm going to burn you alive.

Krimzon nearly flies into a fight, but Pablo makes the save, trying to block him and explain all at once.

El Pablo: Wait! Wait my friend! He's come to us bargaining a deal! Parlay! Parlay!

Blaze stops, but never releases his fists as to stay prepared for anything. Pablo maintains his hand on KB's shoulder.

Krimzon Blaze: I don't trust him. I trust most anybody, given the chance. But I don't trust HIM!

El Pablo: Yeah, it's a little hard to take him at face value. But if he wanted to hurt us, he would have done it as soon as he heard my Lady Ga... The minute I answered the door.

Bad Ass: He's right, kid. Now listen up, and by all means, feel free to use the ear that DOESN'T look like it got razor-raped!

Blaze immediately flies into a fury once more, swinging wildly while Pablo tries to hold him off in a football type defensive move.

El Pablo: I can't hold him!!!

Matt laughs and then yells over top of the noise of aggression...

Bad Ass: I WANT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ALAN FISCUS!!!

The fight suddenly stops, the room falling silent. Blaze pushes Pablo's hands away, approaching Matt as to stare him in the eyes.

Krimzon Blaze: You wanna kick the shit out of that f**king psycho? A lot of guys do. What's your point?

Bad Ass: There ya go, kid. Leverage. What's in it for you? It's like this. I got myself a six-man tag match next week against Fiscus and two goons of his choice. Now I don't have a lot of support in the locker room, and I completely understand that. However; this is a main event caliber match and I'm not going to toe just anybody out to the Fiscus slaughter. Way I see it, you have more than enough reason to want Fiscus dismembered. Maybe more so than I do. Fact is, my revenge is petty and self absorbed. I want to push my former best friend out in front of moving traffic. You, on the other hand... Well, gave you the ultimate "Chelsea Smile" and you'll never be able to hide from it.

Blaze's aggression seems to dissipate, his thoughts returning to the elimination chamber and the horrors that Fiscus bestowed upon him.

Bad Ass: I figure, hey, if I wanted to beat the shit out of somebody, I'd take every chance that was thrown my way. Well, kid. This is your chance. You don't like me. I'm not asking you to. And as far as you go Pablo... Well, you're just a whore for the main event spotlight.

El Pablo: This is true.

Bad Ass: Hell... You're pretty much a whore for any spotlight. Whether it be interviews, news shows, merchandising...

Pablo suddenly grabs the camera and turns it's point of view so that it's ocused on him and a previously unseen display of items.

El Pablo: Oh what? You mean like this fine assortment of XTC t-shirts, hats, watches, chaines, sleep-wear, camping gear, dvds, car deodorants, cereal, action figures, posters, glow sticks...

Matt is heard off camera.

Bad Ass: Enough.

El Pablo: ...dietary supplements, home pregnancy tests, workout gear, sports bottles, bandanas, halloween costumes, inflatable blow-up dolls...

Krimzon Blaze: Enough!

Pablo stops and smirks before looking at the camera and shrugging again. The camera pans back to Blaze and Covey. Blaze looks Matt up and down, un-intimidated.

Krimzon Blaze: Number one... Don't call me kid.

Bad Ass: Whatever you say, Kabes.

Blaze shakes his head at the new nickname.

Krimzon Blaze: And two... We'll think about it. We'll let you know before the next show.

Bad Ass: Works for me.

Krimzon Blaze: And three? Get the hell out of our locker room.

Matt smirks as he looks KB up and down.

Bad Ass: Bout time you grew a set, Kabes. You're gonna need'em.

The camera closes on KB's face as the cut fades.

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

-=- IMPLOSIVE TEAMS PROMISE EXPLOSIVE ACTION! -=-
The Next Generation (Timmons & Newsome) vs. Godzilla Sawyer & Rob Wright

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Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall!”

‘In the End’ plays and Rob Wright makes his way out to the ring, greeted with significantly more cheers than he previously did. He soaks it all in, nodding and posing for the crowd, MitB briefcase in hand. Rob jogs down to the ring and rolls in, stepping up to the middle turnbuckle and showing off his case as the crowd continues to cheer.

Towers: “Introducing first, from Springfield, Massachusetts, current Money in the Bank holder, ‘the Real Deal,’ ROB…WRIGHT!!”

The fans cheer Rob on as he continues to posture for them, and the music shifts to that of the Godzilla theme, and CZW’s Television Champion makes his way out onto the ramp.

Towers: “And introducing his tag-team partner, from Grand Rapids, Michigan, the CZW World Television Champion, ‘GODZILLA’…SAWYER!!”

Sawyer tags hands with the ringside fans on his way down to the ring, climbing up the ring steps and then pointing out to the audience from the ring apron before entering through the ropes. He and Rob nod and shake hands as they await their opponents. “Wanted Man” blares out and Timmons and Newsome head out as one force, much to the fans’ disdain.

Towers: “And their opponents, representing the Next Generation, ‘Mountain Man,’ JOSH NEWSOME, and ‘the Hardcore Master,’ TIM…TIMMONS!!”

Both men head to the ring with single-minded focus, ignoring the jeering fans and staring right back into the eyes of their opponents. They enter the ring and prepare for action, Newsome looking to start things off with Wright.

Daniels: “Fresh off of a tag-team victory last week, Timmons and Newsome are back in action again against one of their opponents from last week in Sawyer, and their recent defectee, Rob Wright!”

Masters: “Wright is clearly an idiot for turning his back on his allies!”

Waters: “Perhaps, or maybe he just got sick of being Timmons’ whipping boy. I wouldn’t be surprised if Newsome was next to kick Tim to the ‘curve’ as he likes to say.”

*DING-DING!*

Daniels: “There’s the bell and we’re underway! Newsome going for the lock-up but Wright quickly gets a knee to the midsection! Headlock by Wright and Newsome pushes him to the ropes….shoulder-block! Wright hits the mat!”

Masters: “Like running into a wall, or in this case, a large tree.”

Waters: “Mountain Man now off the ropes and Wright rolls to his belly…Newsome hurdles over and hits the opposite ropes…arm drag! Newsome quickly to his feet and…another arm drag! Again to his feet and Wright FLOORS the Mountain Man with a spinning heel kick! Wright now drags Newsome to his corner by the ankle. Sawyer gets the tag and comes in. And the big man from Michigan with a falling headbutt.”

Daniels: “Great team-work there, with Rob holding Newsome’s leg until Sawyer connected. Godzilla now picks Newsome up and hits a HUGE scoop slam! Sawyer off the ropes and…OH! Looking for the knee-drop there, but it didn’t pay off. Both men to their feet and Newsome with a BIG clothesline! Mountain Man scrambles to the corner and tags in Timmons!”

Waters: “These two hate each other. You can just feel the animosity even backstage.”

Masters: “Tim Timmons is not a man I would want hating me. He is far too vicious and relentless as he is now showing! Timmons stomping a mud hole in Sawyer!”

Daniels: “Now picking Godzilla off the mat and whipping him into the turnbuckle! Timmons with the charge but…SAWYER GETS A FOOT UP!!”

Waters: “Was that a tooth that just went flying!?”

Daniels: “Could’ve been! Sawyer explodes out of the corner with a flying shoulder-block, knocking ‘the Hardcore Master’ to the mat! The fans are fully behind Sawyer as he lifts Timmons up for an atomic drop....ATOMIC SLAM!!”

Waters: “For a guy with the power that Sawyer has to plant you on your back like that…it WILL knock the wind from your lungs, believe me. Tim Timmons is in a bad way right now.”

Masters: “They’re bloody cheating! Look at Sawyer, tagging in Wright and exposing the ribs like that…SHENANNIGANS!!”

Daniels: “JA Sawyer is an experienced tag-team technician and former tag-team champion, as is his partner! Perhaps they aren’t in a cohesive ‘family’ like Timmons and Newsome, but they both know their way around a tag match, and it’s clearly showing this evening! Wright to the top rope and he DROPS a fist down onto Timmons’ ribs! Sawyer releases his opponent and steps out.”

Waters: “I’m quite surprised at how well Sawyer and Wright are working together. If I’m Godzilla Sawyer, I would be fairly conscious of the fact that this could be a trap. Timmons is not above fiendish tricks like this, and Rob Wright has pulled the wool over peoples’ eyes before…”

Masters: “I definitely hope so!”

Daniels: “Well those are some convincing right hands from ‘the Real Deal’ as he has Timmons against the ropes, just going to TOWN with those fists! Now he whips him to the far side…no, reversed and now Wright off the far side-NO! Newsome pulled the rope down and Wright spills to the floor!! The crowd here is not happy about that little move!”

Masters: “They just don’t like anyone smarter than they are, Daniels! You would think that being in Texas, they’d be used to that by now!”

Waters: “Bouche.”

Daniels: “Dammit, you too? Gah…anyway, Timmons tags in Newsome as Wright pulls himself back to his feet and onto the apron the Next Generation have him and…DOUBLE SUPLEX INTO THE RING!”

Masters: “Jolly good show! Now the Mountain Man will show him what they do to traitors!”

Waters: “Whoa, this is always disconcerting…Newsome up to the second turnbuckle!”

Daniels: “He leaps! NEWSOME WITH A BULLDOG ON WRIGHT!! Here’s the cover!!”

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Waters: “Wright isn’t done yet!”

Daniels: “Newsome hauls Wright to his feet and whips him to the ropes…BIG BOOT, but no! Wright baseball slides under it! He springboards from the ropes…HURRICANRANA!! WHAT A MOVE!! Wright tumbles over and tags in Sawyer!!”

Masters: “WHAT!? HOW!?”

Waters: “Sawyer is cleaning house! Lariat to Mountain Man! Lariat to Timmons as he comes in! Scoop slam on Newsome!! AND ONE FOR TIMMONS!! Sawyer off the ropes and…FLYING SHOULDERBLOCK TO BOTH MEN!!”

Daniels: “Sawyer off the ropes again…BIG SPLASH onto Newsome!! He makes the cover!!”

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Daniels: “That was close, but Timmons was there in time!! AND WRIGHT!!! ROB WRIGHT BLASTS TIMMONS WITH A SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!! Sawyer pulls Newsome back to his feet and whips him into the corner as Wright DUMPS Timmons to the outside!”

Waters: “Symbolic, really, Wright dumping Timmons.”

Masters: “That ungrateful knave!”

Daniels: “Sawyer is up and…ATOMIC DDT!! HE HITS THE ATOMIC DDT!! Sawyer now back up as the fans are going mental, he’s motioning for the WRECKING BALL!! Sawyer approaches the corner and…wait a minute, Rob Wright with a slap on the back tags himself in!!”

Waters: “Wright is apparently the legal man now, and Sawyer seems a little put off by that! ‘The Real Deal’ from the top!! WRIGHT FLIGHT!! AND GOODNIGHT!! There’s the pin!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, Godzilla Sawyer and ‘the Real Deal,’ Rob Wright!!”

‘In the End’ plays again as Wright begins post-match celebrations, the fans cheering his team on. Sawyer, however seems a little less amused.

Daniels: “Rob Wright apparently wanted this win so badly he was willing to upstage his own partner! And they worked so well together!”

Sawyer attempts to get an explanation from Rob, but ‘the Real Deal’ just shrugs and grins, retrieving his case and heading up the ramp, posing a bit before heading backstage. Shaking his head and shrugging, Sawyer retrieves his belt and begins to celebrate with the fans.

Daniels: “Folks, I’ve just received word that the Television Title match scheduled at our upcoming Pay-per-view between Tim Timmons and Godzilla Sawyer has just been amended! It will now be a triple threat match between Timmons, Sawyer, and…’the Real Deal,’ Rob Wright!”

Waters: “Good for him, he deserves it.”

Masters: “He DID deserve it before he abandoned his team!”

Daniels: “Well, it’s just been made official! We’ve got to take a break, fans, but stay tuned for more CZW Overdrive!”

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

-=- WILL ANOTHER CAREER BE KILLED?! -=-
"The Career Killer" Andrew Clash vs. "Rated E for Everyone" Eddie Rowan

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TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall..

“Burn In My Light” by Mercy Drive hits the soundsystem, and the excited cheers of the crowd transform quickly into resounding boos as Andrew Clash steps out onto the stage.

TOWERS: ..introducing first, from Huntington Beach, California.. weighing in at 250lbs.. he is The Career Killer.. ANDREW CLASH!!!

Clash pauses at the top of the ramp, pulling down his shades and looking round the arena with an arrogant expression on his face. He poses for a few moments, flexing his muscles for all to see, then strolls confidently down the ramp before rolling into the ring. He flexes again, drawing more boos from the crowd, before removing his shades and handing them to a member of the crew as his music fades.

DANIELS: Clash certainly not the most popular man ever to make his way to the CZW, another frosty reception for the “self-confident” Californian.

MASTERS: These fans don’t know a bloody thing, Jarred, I keep saying this to you. Besides, whatever way you wanna paint it, you can’t deny that Clash has made an impact!

DANIELS: That he has, and it is that impact in part that sees him set to go head-to-head with a man that STILL holds the record for the longest championship reign in CZW history!

Right on cue, “Slip Slide Melting” by For Love Not Lisa hits the soundsystem, and the boos turn to cheers for the face of “Ed-E.T.V”. He steps out from the curtain, and flashes a cheesy thumbs-up to the camera, before turning his attention to Clash, who stands poised for combat in the ring.

TOWERS: And his opponent.. from Seattle, Washington.. weighing in at 205lbs.. he is a member of Beautiful Agony.. EDDIE ROWAN!!!

Eddie slowly makes his way down the ramp, a smile on his face and a glint in his eye as he stares at Clash in the ring. He jogs up the steps onto the apron, and steps into the middle, raising a fist into the air as the cheering escalates again. Suddenly, he receives two feet in the side from Clash, sending Eddie tumbling off the apron and crashing into the barricade.

DANIELS: OH! Clash not wasting any time here, dropping Eddie right off the apron with that dropkick!

Eddie picks himself up, clutching at his ribs, and turns round, as Clash comes soaring over the top rope with a suicide dive.

DANIELS: And Clash with the aerial manoeuvre! Bah Gawd, what a start by The Career Killer!

Clash gets to his feet, and starts to stomp down on Eddie, who lies crumpled against the barricade. He pulls him to his feet, and leads him over to the steps, slamming his head down into the steel. Clash then hauls Eddie round the corner, and props him up against the barricade. He scores with a couple of knife-edge chops, then whips Eddie towards the other side of the ring. Just as he approaches the barricade, Eddie leaps up onto the top of it, just barely managing to steady himself. Clash charges forward, only for Eddie to flip back over the top, landing on his feet behind. Clash turns, and charges again, but Eddie leaps up and takes him over with a hurracanrana. Eddie then climbs up onto the apron, and takes a few steps back towards the far turnbuckle. Clash climbs to his feet, and Eddie takes him out with a corkscrew plancha, both men crashing into the steel steps.

DANIELS: And Eddie showing Clash how high-flying offence is really done!

MASTERS: Yeah, but exactly how smart was that move, Jarred? He looks to have hurt himself on those stairs as well!

Eddie picks himself back up, shaking his right arm and rubbing his elbow. He then picks up Clash and rolls him into the ring, before getting up onto the apron and stepping through the ropes. He picks Clash up and pulls him into the centre of the ring, tucking his head and hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Eddie covers..

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Eddie lifts Clash to his feet, and starts chopping at his chest, forcing him back against the ropes. He whips, but Clash reverses. Eddie rebounds off the ropes, and ducks a clothesline attempt by Clash. He comes back , and as Clash lowers his head, Eddie rolls over his back, landing on his feet behind him. Eddie shoves Clash against the ropes, and hits him with a spinning heel kick on the rebound. Eddie follows up with a standing moonsault, before making another pin attempt.

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Eddie drops a quick elbow, before picking Clash up again and propping him up against the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: Eddie well in control so far, but as yet unable to get the three count on “The Career Killer”.

Eddie again starts chopping the chest of Clash, each slap met with a resounding “WOOOOO!” from the CZW fans.

MASTERS: Seriously now, aren’t they over this thing yet!?

DANIELS: WHAT?

MASTERS: ..That’s not funny.

Eddie follows the chops up with a European uppercut, then whips Clash across the ring, causing him to collide roughly with the turnbuckle. Eddie sets himself, then charges forward, leaping for a side heel kick, but Clash rolls out of the way, leaving Eddie to crash into the turnbuckle and collapse on the mat in a heap.

DANIELS: Nobody home!

Eddie pulls himself gingerly to his feet, and steps backward.. right into the clutches of Clash, who hits him with a high-angle German suplex.

MASTERS: Beautiful!

DANIELS: Clash just dropped Eddie Rowan right on his head there! “Rated E” could be seriously hurt!

Eddie lies prone on the mat, clutching the back of his neck, as Clash slowly gets back to his feet. He looks down with a smirk at his opponent, and sticks a couple of boots in. He then picks Eddie up, and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle.

DANIELS: My god, what’s Clash planning here?

Clash climbs up, and stabilises himself on the top rope before hooking both of Eddie’s arms, and suplexing him off the top rope onto the canvas.

DANIELS: GOOD LORD! A double-underhook superplex! That could be all right there!

Canvas crawls on top of Eddie..

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DANIELS: NO! Eddie gets the shoulder up right at the last second!

Clash picks Eddie up, and kicks him roughly in the midsection. He follows up with a couple of fists to the head, forcing Eddie back against the ropes, and performs an Irish whip. Eddie rebounds, and Clash hits him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, then turns it into a dragon sleeper. Eddie growls in pain as Clash wrenches back on his neck, trying to find the ropes with his arms but to no avail.

DANIELS: Dragon sleep locked in, and suddenly it seems Clash has got this thing turned around!

Clash lifts Eddie up slightly, before dropping him down again onto his knee. The referee asks Eddie if he wants to quit, but Eddie instead throws his legs up, wrapping them around Clash’s head.

DANIELS: Rowan with a head scissors! Great counter!

Eddie grabs Clash in a bearhug at the same time, increasing the pressure of the hold. Clash tries to prise him off, but Eddie has it locked in tight. In one big burst of energy, Clash forces himself to his feet, but Eddie pushes off, swinging round for a headscissor takedown.

DANIELS: And Eddie fights his way out of it!

Clash shakes the feeling back into his head, and gets up to a knee. He lifts his head, just as Eddie charges in..

DANIELS: SHINING WI-No, Clash ducks it! Eddie rebounds, Clash is up..

*THWACK*

DANIELS: ..GOOD LORD! ANDREW CLASH JUST DECAPITATED EDDIE ROWAN WITH A BICYCLE KICK!

Eddie lies in a daze on the canvas, a small amount of blood now starting to trickle from his mouth. Clash takes a few seconds, before picking Eddie up once again and dropping him with a sitout powerbomb. Clash rolls backwards and up to his feet, then makes his way over to the corner of the ring.

DANIELS: What is Clash doing here? Why isn’t he going for the pin!?

MASTERS: Quit your complaining, Jarred, he knows what he’s doing. Eddie Rowan’s done for!

Clash leans back against the corner, a smirk on his face once again as he waits for Eddie to start moving. When this happens, he takes a few steps forwards, before dropping to his stomach, eyes fixed on his opponent.

DANIELS: And look at this now, Clash, like a coiled viper, stalking his opponent, just waiting for the chance to strike!

MASTERS: That he is Jim- I mean, Jarred. Witness the killing of yet another career right before your very eyes!

Very slowly, Eddie forces himself to his feet. Despite the cries of warning from the crowd, he turns round..

*BAM!*

DANIELS: THE CLASH! HE HITS IT! IT’S OVER!!!

MASTERS: I TOLD YOU!

Clash gets to his feet, but suddenly..

*CRUNCH!*

DANIELS: BAH GAWD! IT’S MAYNARD O’TOOLE!

MASTERS: NO!!!

DANIELS: MAYNARD O’TOOLE JUST CLOCKED CLASH RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER!

O’Toole raises the hammer above his head, as the CZW fans cheer the assault on Andrew Clash. He stares down intensely at “The Career Killer”, who has blood starting to run from a cut on his head, then tosses the hammer to one side and hauls him up to his feet. O’Toole looks out at the crowd, then hoists Clash up onto his shoulders, hitting him with..

DANIELS: THE THIRD EYE!

MASTERS: NOOOO!!!

O’Toole gets up, then grabs the now semi-conscious body of Eddie Rowan and drapes him over Clash. The referee drops to the mat..

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DING DING DING!

TOWERS: Here is your winner.. EDDIE ROWAN!!!

The referee raises Eddie’s arm, then stands up, only to be promptly shoved to the mat by O’Toole, who rolls Eddie off of Clash before immediately starting to beat up on him, stomping at his head and torso.

DANIELS: And now the payback begins!

MASTERS: This is a bloody disgrace, Jarred! These buffoons have cheated to get the win, and now they’re picking on a defenceless man!

O’Toole picks Clash up to his feet, and yells at Eddie to climb the turnbuckle. Groggily, Eddie does so, as O’Toole leads Clash over towards the corner.

DANIELS: O’Toole telling Eddie to go up top, this doesn’t look good for The Career Killer!

O’Toole shoves Clash’s head between his legs, and signals to the crowd, before hitting him with The Opiate. He flips Clash over, and steps back, pointing at Eddie on the turnbuckle. Somewhat gingerly, Eddie stands up on the top rope, then gives Mayo the thumbs up before leaping off with St Edwards Fall.

DANIELS: And Eddie supplies the exclamation point with that beautiful 630 leg drop!

“Slip Slide Melting” returns to the soundsystem, as O’Toole helps Eddie back to his feet and raises his arm, the two staring down with sinister smiles at the unconscious Andrew Clash.

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The camera is viewing a white corridor, the backstage of the current arena. Panning around we see the back of a very familiar figure, blond ponytail, slicked back, expensive suit, arrogant posture, even from behind. Frank Finch is currently talking on his cell phone animatedly. As the camera gets closer we can make out clearly what is being said

Finch:.... tonight? Can't... no we will take the meeting soon, but tonight's a big match for my boy, well i say big, against some little guy called Billy Blaze or something.... ha yeah..... nah, no way, i have to go to ringside with him, i wouldn't miss it for anything....... yeah i'm always there if the situation calls for it, if you know what i mean

While the conversation has been going on Finch has been unconsiously turning on the spot, looking at the ground as he listens to the other end of the phone. Suddenly his progress is impeded by a brick wall. Frank looks up to find the wall made up of Mortius, his shadow completely enveloping the smaller Finch and his eyes burning a hole through Alan Fiscus' associate

Finch:... erm, i gotta call you back

Without taking his eyes away from Mortius' he hangs up the phone and slips it into his pocket, realising Mortius is not going to move or break the stare Finch becomes suddenly animated and with a large grin breaking over his face he says

Finch: Mortius! I'm Frank Finch, but of course you'll already know that... i've heard great things about you... GREAT things. I hear your partner is taking on my boy tonight, looks set to be an amzing match up

Mortius keeps staring down at Frank, who, rather than look uncomfortable, seems to hide it by becoming more friendly

Finch: I don't mind telling you i think this is a great challange to Alan, really give his skills a test. And naturally i'm going to be there... oh, but you've nothing to fear, i'm just there as a...a cheering section if you will, moral support

Mortius hasn't moved an inch the whole time Frank has been talking, his stare becoming more intense as the seconds pass

Finch: I hear you have a big match tonight, cage against Cage, HA. erm... good luck in that, i hope you come out on top, maybe go up to that viewing box and watch Blaze in his big moment, eh? Weeeellll, i gotta go, have to check on Alan, make sure he's fit and healthy for tonight, you know, you know, you kn....

Mortius leans down closer to Frank before finally speaking

Mortius: See you at ringside!

Without another word Mortuis turns heel and walks away from Frank, the camera panning in Finch just as he finishes a huge gulp

The scene returns back to ringside

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-=- BA & XTC's LEGENDARY CRUISERWEIGHTS GO AT IT! -=-
"The Misfit" Mike Monroe vs. "The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo

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Masters: Ha, I’ve never heard Frank Finch speak in such a high pitch tone before.

Daniels: I think I saw a trickle of liquid trail down his pants.

Waters: Oh Jarred, did you have to lower the tone like that.

Daniels: Anyway, that contest will be later on in the night, promises to be huge, but first…

Towers: The following contest is being billed "BA & XTC's Legendary Crusierweights Go At It!"

Waters: Giggity!

Masters: You read my mind Shawn.

Daniels: This should be a great match-up!

Towers: Introducing first... From Tiffin, Ohio... The leader of BEAUTIFUL AGONY... standing 6 foot and weighing 201 pounds... "THE MISFIT" MIKE MONROE!!!!

"Rebirth of the Temple" by Silent Civilian plays as the crowd instantly pop to their feet awaiting the arrival of Mike Monroe and Tatum Reagan. After a few precious seconds pass, Mike appears with Tatum alongside him as they both walk down towards the ring as Mike then enters with Tatum on the outside as Mike throws his newly designed "Mess With One, Mess With Us All" Beautiful Agony T-shirt to the crowd.

Towers: Introducing his opponent... From Tijuana, England... The co-founder of Team XTC... standing 5 foot 11 inches and weighing 195 pounds... Ladies and gentleman... "THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR" ELLLLLLLLLL PAAAAABBBBBLLLLLLLLOOOOO!

The crowd is buzzing in anticipation as "Rebel Rebel" by David Bowie hits the PA system as El Pablo steps out of the curtains with a brand new attire it appears to be as he's wearing green and black boas this time around to match his new XTC related attire. He then springs forward into a jog down to the ring and slides in, a few short feet away from Mike Monroe who just watches in amusement as EP pops to his feet as the crowd are loving every moment of it.

Waters: Good god, I miss being apart of that.

Daniels: Yeah we all remember the team of Fire and Ice!

Masters: That team was nothing more then a joke Shawn, why would you even team up with a constant loser like Krimzon Blaze in the first place?

Waters: First, he's a damn good athlete and he has tremendous heart, so I would advise you watch what you say you cretin or else I might have to get hardcore up in this bitch!

Masters: Point taken.

Daniels: Here we go folks! El Pablo vs Mike Monroe!

*DING DING DING*

-The match starts out with a quick handshake from both competitors as an act of sportsmanship. Mike and EP lock it up! Mike using his weight advantage shoves EP a bit back but EP goes right back into a headlock on Mike! Mike shoves EP off once again but EP comes roaring back with an enziguri but Mike catches EP's leg! Mike now raining down punches on EP's leg as EP then uses his free leg to catch Mike off guard with a mule kick sending Mike into the corner!

Waters: Very impressive start to this match-up.

Daniels: Usually i'm the one that says stuff like that.

Masters: Yeah, and your usually the one who can't stop yelling every 2 god damn seconds.

Daniels: Well, at least Shawn here can balance us each other out, you british bastard.

Waters: Hey hey! watch the damn match you two ingrates.

-EP comes roaring into the corner where Mike is and catches him with a swift knee to the face and out of the corner with a bulldog shortly thereafter! Mike appears to be reeling off the attack as EP picks Mike back up and attempts a german suplex! STANDING SWITCH by Mike! Mike now with a german suplex of his own! NOO! COUNTERED by EP into a Keylock Driver!!

Waters: Good lord what a move there by El Pablo! The british sure know how to use keylocks don't they?

Masters: WHAT THE f**k KINDA QUESTION IS THAT?!?

Waters: YOU SHUT YOUR CAKE HOLE!

Daniels: ...Back to the action!

-EP picks up Mike who appears to be dazed and confused as EP then tosses Mike to the corner, charges again going for a lariat in the corner but Mike catches EP off guard with a choke!! THEN SLAMS HIM DOWN RIGHT ONTO THE APRON!! BAH GAWD!! Mike now catching his breath as EP is slowly recovering, Mike now on the other side, bounces off from one side and... SUICIDE DIVE!!! NOOOO!!! EP MOVED AT THE LAST SECOND AS MIKE CRASHES INTO THE BARRICADE!! AHHH DIOS MIYO!!!!!!

The crowd is going nuts with "HOLY SHIT" chants and "THAT WAS AWESOME" chants as well, EP soaking it all in!!

-EP, recovering still from that chokeslam onto the apron, picks up Mike and tosses him back into the ring, as the referee's count was at 7. EP now lifting Mike up here...TWIST OF FATE!! NOO!! COUNTERED BY MIKE INTO A BACKSLIDE!!!

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-Mike now with a series of kicks to EP's ribs following that all up with an enziguri to EP's head now as Mike picks up the wounded EP, Mike signaling for something here to the crowd...

Waters: Mike I think wants to end this here in a hurry, he better do it soon or else that mouse'll catch him unexpectedly!

-Mike is calling for BLOOD FROM A STONE... He starts swinging EP around... EP SOMEHOW SOMEWAY BREAKS FREE!!! Mike looks shocked as EP hits a boot to the gut... runs... BIG BOOT TO THE FACE OF MIKE!!! EP NOW... LIFTS MIKE ONCE MORE.... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!!!

BLACKJACK BOMB! BY GOD A BLACKJACK BOMB FROM EL PABLO!!!!!!!

THE COVER!!!

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Towers: Here is your winner, "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO!!!!

Waters: And just like that, El Pablo comes out with a narrow victory, but by god, that was a brilliant match from these two! Mike put up a valiant effort!

Daniels: As well they did, what a match!

Masters: Match of the year candidate anyone?!

Waters: I think that may be coming next, but first, lets watch hot women suck on chocolate…

Masters: What where WHERE??!

Waters: Commercials, you horny jackass.

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

-=- SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE CAGE MATCH -=-
| Jesse Montana is the referee! |
"High Definition" Cage Stryker vs. Mortius

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The shows comes back from commercials. As the crowd sit patiently waiting for the next contest, an explosion is heard on the stage, making the fans kick into frenzy of cheers…until.

DONG!

DONG!

DONG!

The famous bells begin to sound, as the entire arena falls into a mass of boos and obscene chanting.

DONG!

DONG!

DONG!

Masters: I can’t believe the nerve of these cretinous, belligerent hoodlums. Every time Mr. Montana makes his way out here, he gets a plethora of abuse and mistreatment. Every time he comes out here, I get a feeling I can’t explain.

Waters: An orgasm?

Masters: I beg your pardon? I get a feeling of overwhelming respect, nothing I have ever felt for the likes of you.

Waters: That’s funny, I just get the overwhelming urge to puke up my guts every time I see this man.

Daniels: And your not the only one Shawn, thousands of fans are now on their feet chanting the famous words.

Waters: Words which Montana and Masters knows very well.

‘YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK…YOU SUCK’

Masters: Yes, their microscopic brains can’t fathom anything different than a mindless attempt at implying homosexuality.

Waters: Just the way you talk implies homosexuality, William.

Daniels: And Montana is dressed in black and white here, as he takes to the ramp walking past a hoard of angry onlookers.

Masters: Jesse Montana is the guest referee for this match, and I never usually say this guys, but Mr. Montana may have made a mistake here. Why would he want to lock himself inside a steel cage with these maniacs?

Waters: Well if I know Montana, and unfortunately I do…he’s bound to have some sot of trick up his sleeve. Montana always has a plan.

Daniels: Yes we all know that, Mr. Montana has been the brains behind some of the most despicable, inhumane…

Masters: …Intellectual, mouth-watering…

Waters: Pile of SHIT known to man.

Daniels: Thank you, Shawn.

Waters: No probs, JD.

Jesse Montana has just thrown his minted chewing gum out at one of the younger crowd members, as he starts to climb the steps, the cage raised above his head like a ominous dark cloud. Montana climbs through the ropes as he warms up, looking to have a slight smirk on his face as though he has something planned. As he winks at Jessica, she goes red blushing with embarrassment. Slowly the music ends as Jessica now lifts up the mic to her mouth.

Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, the CZW President and Special Guest Referee for this contest, The Sensation…JESSE MONTANA!!!

The fans manage to get even louder with their boos and hisses towards the most hated man in CZW history. Montana just chuckles to himself as he raises his arm up, smiling trying to antagonize the fans even more.

Towers: And now, introducing the rules to this match. Both competitors will compete inside this steel cage you see above us. The ways to win are, as well as pin-falls or submission, the competitor can also gain a win by escaping the cage structure. And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, the competitors.

The fans start to cheer now as they look towards the staging area. ’The Pretender’ by Foo Fighters begin to play loudly, echoing through the fans. They stand and scream as the former World Champion, Cage Stryker walks out onto the stage. Suddenly behind him runs out Sirena Starr, looking to be quite nervous for her man. Cage turns around and calms her down, then gives her a kiss on the cheek, leaving her behind, standing on the stage frozen in time. She slowly drifts off through the curtains as Cage is now 100% focused on the ring, and the match ahead. He slaps a few of the fans hands, then climbs the steps as Montana steps backwards into the corner, looking sickened by the presence of Stryker.

Towers: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 240lbs, and hailing from, Hollywood, California…he is the ‘High Definition’ CAGE STRYKER!!!

Cage now climbs through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle, posing for the crowd as numerous pictures are taken. Montana signals for the flashing to stop as the music dies down, the arena filling with darkness.

Waters: Now William, Jarred, I don’t want either of you touching me now the lights are off.

Masters: I thought I was already touching your leg, Shawn.

Daniels: No jackass, that’s my leg.

Masters: AH!

Daniels: AHH!!

Waters: AHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Gay…Gay…Gays!!!!

Suddenly the panic is stopped as a ghostly humming is heard, almost like many men chanting. On the screen we see many deathly pictures, druids, crucifixes, graveyards, dismembered bodies. Suddenly a loud explosion is heard as mysterious green mist fills the arena, as Tearing the Vail from Grace is heard. The fans cheer knowing that a legendary entrance is upon them, the camera now focused on the ring as Cage peers towards the ramp, looking focused. Montana on the other hand is hiding behind the corner post, his head in his hands.

Daniels: Haha looks like this entrance is too much for Montana to take.

Masters: What is all of this ghoulish nonsense anyway? Can’t Mortius just get his ass out her…AHHHHHH!!!!

William Masters and the rest of the staff at ringside are shocked, almost terrified as Mortius appears out of no where, standing tall in front of the commentary team.

Waters: Well fuck me, Mortius may just be the scariest bastard I’ve ever had the pleasure of being face to face with.

Daniels: Even scarier than Ed Covey?

Waters: Ever scarier, Jarred.

Daniels: And clearly Mortius as we see, he is experimenting with a new look, and I’m sure as hell not going to tell him it doesn’t work.

Masters: Yes, works perfectly well to me, I’ve damn near soiled myself I think.

Cage turns around jumping around, looking shocked and scared, Montana on the other hand, frozen solid, gulping uncontrollably. Mortius now walks past Montana, giving him a stern look, then walks up the steps as the lights go back to normal, and the music fades.

Towers: And his opponent, weighing in at 304 lbs, hailing from San Antonio, Texas…Representing Beautiful Agony…MORTIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mortius is now in the ring as he towers over Cage Stryker, however the former champion is not taking his eyes off the beast.

Daniels: Mortius may intimidate most men, however Cage here looks like he is not fazed one bit.

Waters: He must have balls of steel.

Daniels: Well lets not forget, last week he got a pretty convincing win over another near seven footer, Bryan McNally.

Masters: Yes and did you see the confrontation between those two earlier in the week? Mortius does not like Bryan one bit, not something you want in a stable.

Daniels: Friction there, and so much friction in this match. You have Cage and Mortius, Mortius who went as far as requesting this match with the man who is the Special ref in this contest, Montana.

Waters: Mortius has a right to be pissed, Jarred. Cage is going around spewing his guts about the Hollywood Knights, reminds me of that peasant Krimzon Blaze who keeps mentioning Fire & Ice. It’s in the past, get over it!

Masters: Yes what a low point in your career there, Shawn.

Waters: Hey we all have low points, I mean I could talk for hours about yours, William. You know, the 70’s porn horror you did…you know the one, you had a full on mullet, you know the one, William.

Masters: Shut it you scoundrel, he’s lying folks, take no notice of him, he’s Australian after all.

Daniels: Back to the topic at hand anyway guys, we have friction between Montana and Cage too, Montana who is really upset with the fact Cage broke his Title record.

Masters: Jesse Montana is upset because Cage Stryker is going around boasting about holding the World Title for so long, but who did he defend it against?

Daniels: Ronnie McNeil…

Masters: Who?

Daniels: Tim Timmons…

Waters: WHO?!

Masters: The point is, any old jerk could have held the belt in the ‘dark ages’ we had in CZW, even Shawn Waters.

Waters: Watch it William, I could pull that wig off you staple onto your head at ANY time.

Daniels: Cage Stryker deserved the belt and deserved his Title run. However, making his own matches was never going to sit well with the ego-maniac Mr. Montana.

Masters: He is the boss for a reason, Cage Stryker needs to respect that. And in my view, he is going have beaten all the respect into him in this match. Mr. Montana has a monster on his side, and all the power, Cage Stryker’s reign of bullshit is behind us.

Jessica Towers has signaled for the cage to be lowered which it does. The fans begin to chant for their favorite, 40% Mortius, 60% Cage it seems. As the cage slams down on it’s axis, Montana checks both men, winking at Stryker with a patronizing look, then quickly nodding at Mortius, fear in his eyes. The match quickly begins.

*DING DING*

Daniels: The bell sounds here and straight away, Cage Stryker begins to dance around the ring. He must know his speed and quickness here is a major advantage he has over Mortius, and he needs to capitalize on that if he is to get the win here. Of course it’s a cage match and the first to escape is the winner, maybe that will give the advantage to Cage also.

Masters: Ha yeah Jarred, however your forgetting one thing. Your not going to be able to climb that cage if your legs are broken, if your ribs are shattered, if your neck is snapped like a twig…all things Mortius will be looking to do to Cage here tonight.

Waters: And I doubt Jesse Montana will stop this match for anything. When he has a grudge with somebody, he goes to any lengths.

Daniels: Well I think Zodiac and many others can say ‘amen’ to that, Shawn. Oh and here we are, the first lock up of the match and EXACTLY what I thought, Mortius shows off his tremendous power advantage, as he launches Stryker across the ring. Montana has a grin on his face, Mortius shows no emotion as he follows up, now striding towards Cage.

Waters: He better move out of this monster’s way here, otherwise Cage is going to resemble a very flat pancake.

Masters: Mmmm pancakes, dammit why do they serve hot dogs to all these greedy gratuitous balloons, and they don’t serve anything to me!

Daniels: I think you may lose your appetite soon WILLIAM…MORTIUS WITH A RIGHT HAND! Cage is shaking on the floor here, I think that right hand just ruptured his brain.

Waters: Mortius now picks Cage up, looking like a sack of potatoes…

Masters: STOP MENTIONING FOOD!!!!!!

Daniels: It’s okay Shawn, William just gets an appetite whenever he’s around Mr. Montana.

Waters: Oh is that what he’s drooling over, I was beginning to worry it was me.

Daniels: Mortius now places Cage in the corner, and now the former World Champion has no where to run. Mortius with a right hand, and again, and another, again…again…AGAIN my god Mortius has a lot of pent up frustration here.

Waters: And the fans are counting along.

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

NINE…

TEN!!!

Masters: I’m actually quite shocked these morons can count to ten!

Daniels: I’m not Cage can count to even three here, he must be seeing stars. Mortius whips Cage to the ropes as he bounces off, now coming back at pace as Mortius…HIT’S A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! Montana, what the hell? H pats Mortius on the shoulder as though he is doing him a service. Mortius isn’t done here though, picks Cage up again…

Waters: Holy koala, CAGE GETS A SMALL PACKAGE!!!

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Daniels: Mortius kicks out, not that I’m sure Montana was going to complete the count anyway there, he seemed to slow down after the two count.

Masters: Rubbish, it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you Jarred, you need better glasses.

Waters: And just when you thought Cage had been out of it, he does that. Reminds me a lot of myself.

Masters: Yes, when you were an active wrestler and not just one of us. Cage is back up, and I’m not sure why he’s smiling, he was a long way off getting the three count there. All he’s done by that is piss an already raging machine off even more.

Daniels: And Mortius seems fired up here now, glaring at Cage, and just that look would shatter the confidence of any normal man. Cage steps around the ring now, back to his original confidence. Both men lock up again, Cage quickly kicks out at the right knee of Mortius, as the big man actually jolts. Cage hits another shin kick, and another, Cage now hit’s a right hand, and a left, mounting some good offence here, Cage grabs Mortius…

Masters: What is he thinking?! He can’t lift this monster up?!

Waters: Bad move choice here, and Mortius isn’t traveling anywhere, blocking the suplex attempt, and Cage straight away holds his back, lifting that weight could give you a hernia.

Daniels: Mortius takes advantage as he now lifts Cage up, and that is how you do it…SIDE SUPLEX!!!! AND COVER!!!!

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Daniels: My God if that wasn’t a fast count, I don’t know what was.

Waters: Yes these fans noticed that one Jarred, and they’re not at all pleased.

Masters: There never happy, not until some blundering idiot risks his life and jumps off a ladder like some crazed lunatic. And what the bloody hell does Cage think he’s doing here? Attacking Montana like this.

Daniels: He’s not attacking him, William, he has a right to ask what that count was for.

Waters: Of course, he doesn’t realize he has a seven foot gremlin standing behind him frothing form the mouth.

Masters: Ah ha ha ha…CAGE TURNS AROUND…MORTIUS GRABS CAGE…LIFTING CHOKE…Cage is frantically struggling here like some kind of wet fish.

Waters: The breathe is being taken out of Cage, he’s actually starting to turn purple. Of course, Montana is loving every moment of it.

Daniels: He would, he is disturbed. And finally Mortius lets Cage go as he drops to the canvas, now trying to get his breath back. Montana once again taps Mortius on the shoulder like some kind of brotherly praise.

Waters: I’m not sure Mortius is all that touchy touchy though, now glaring at Montana. Ha ha look at him, I bet Jesse is soiling himself with the velocity of a gatling gun!

Daniels: Mortius doesn’t like to be patted on the shoulder by some snake. And now he sets his mind back to Cage, the man who Mortius asked the President for him to face tonight. Well big man, you got your wish. And Cage is in a bad way here, as Mortius just treads on the throat of Cage, Jesse Montana stop this you ass, you know it’s an illegal maneuver.

Masters: There’s nothing illegal in the Combat Zone you bore. Nothing other than your ridiculous suits, where do you get them from?!

Daniels: I actually got this from your locker room William.

Masters: …

Waters: Anyway, while you two are sharing each other’s clothes and playing dress up, Mortius now has Cage up on his shoulders…the fans go silent…this could be bad…CAGE SLIPS OFF…CAGE FROM BEHIND…REVERSE DDT!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: And a cover…

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Daniels: This is disgusting, while Cage Stryker could have this match won here, Jesse Montana is frolicking in the corner chatting up Jessica Towers.

Masters: You know, he gets his chat up lines from me.

Waters: No wonder more than half the divas has a restraining order against him.

Daniels: The fans are appalled here, as am I. Cage Stryker stands up, and look at the fire inside of him, I hope he rips Montana apart here.

Masters; Hey it’s not his fault that slut Jessica is flirting with and distracting him. She should be more professional.

Daniels: Rubbish, Montana knew exactly what he was doing there. Cage and Montana now face to face, all hell could break lose any second.

Masters: THAT BUGGER…STRYKER JUST HIT MONTANA!!!

Waters: Actually, I think Mortius hit Cage from behind with a axe handle, and Cage’s head went straight into Montana’s jaw.

Masters: Cage is a disgrace, always attacking people and making our sport look bad.

Daniels: Oh please, Montana is lucky Cage didn’t really hit him. Mortius now though has the opening he needed. He lifts Cage up…Fall-away slam. Cage rolls away here, but can’t leave the ring, there is steel mesh in the way.

Waters: I think Mort is planning something bad here. Cage needs to wake up and realize where he is, lying body across the mesh, Mortius…HE RUNS UP…BASEBALL SLIDE INTO CAGE…INTO THE STEEL MESH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Cage isn’t going to be waking up any time soon. He is stuck in a nightmare.

Daniels: Oh dear, this has quickly turned grim. As the cameras show, Cage Stryker has a large cut just over his left eyebrow, and if I know Montana and Mortius, there going to treat that like a blessing.

Masters: And here comes Mortius straight away, smelling blood like a shark in the water. Mortius is grating the face of Cage on the steel mesh, and there is nothing Stryker can do about it.

Waters: Parts of his flesh will be hanging off the mesh at his rate. This guy from Hollywood has made enemies with the wrong people, it seems.

Daniels: The fans have gone eerily quiet here now.

Masters: I don’t know why. They love ultra violence…WE LOVE BLOOD HERE IN CZW!

Waters: Is William usually this deranged?

Daniels: Trust me, he’s usually worse than this. And the cameras show a up close shot of Cage, it’s almost looking into a shredder, Cage’s face is quickly full of blood.

Masters: Mortius drags Cage into the center of the ring here, I think he’s about to finish this one. And Montana can be proud of this monster here tonight, leaving Cage helpless in the middle of the ring, covered in his own blood, for Montana to pick up the pieces.

Waters: Exactly what he said he would do.

Daniels: The fans are beginning to liven up again here now, as Mortius, a near seven footer, is climbing the top rope?!

Masters: No don’t climb the top rope you retard, climb the bloody cage. Oh, hello Mortius…why…why is he looking at me like that…hi I was just saying how great your doing…can he hear me?!

Daniels: Oh be quiet William. Mortius could very well climb the cage here, however I think he wants to prove something here tonight, to Montana, to his team mates in BA, to the fans, and to Cage himself.

Waters: Wait, what the hell is Jesse doing?!

Daniels: Is he moving Cage’s body??

Waters: Oh I get it, Montana is actually passing the lifeless body of Cage to Mortius, who now sits on the top rope.

Masters: Ha ha, team work guys, I love it!

Daniels: This is quickly becoming a joke, since when did Montana and this monster from BA become so close. And Stryker has no chance in hell, being passed up towards Mortius here, if the monster connects with this, it could not only be the end of the match, it could be the end of Cage’s career. The fans don’t like this anymore than I do…may god be with Cage here.

Waters: I don’t think any amounts of prayers Cage can make is going to help him in this situation.

Masters: DROP HIM!!!!!

Daniels: MY GOD…MONTANA THE SICK BASTARD IS SIGNALLING FOR MORTIUS TO DROP HIM…YOU LITTLE SNAKE!!!!!

Waters: Cage must be about 10 feet in the air here now…MORTIUS SLAM…FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Daniels: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT…CAGE REVERSED IT INTO THE IMPLANT DDT!!!! I have no idea how he managed to weave out of that situation…THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET…

‘CZW…CZW…CZW…CZW…CZW…’

Waters: Wow, that even impresses me. In mid air Cage managed to escape the power slam position and swing himself over, almost like a tornado DDT, and bottom line is, Mortius is out of it here.

Masters: I’m in shock. Do something Montana.

Daniels: What can Montana do, he is the ref dammit, he has no part in this contest. And what would you do here, go for a the three count or run for it…

Waters: I would climb that cage as fast as I possibly could, because any more time spent in a cage with Mortius and that prick Montana, it isn’t doing his career any favors.

Masters: Cage is climbing the steel structure here like the coward he is…

Daniels: Cage is no coward, William. It’s the rules of the bloody match you idiot. Cage could of gone for the cover, and in my mind, after that impact form the top rope, it may have been the smarter choice.

Waters: Yeah but your forgetting, Montana is the man to make the count.

Daniels: Good point, Shawn. And Cage must have been thinking that and in his beaten up state, I don’t know how. Fact is, Cage is now half way up the steel wall, and Mortius is yet to make a movement. OH AND LOOK AT THAT VILE HUMAN BEING, now trying to wake Mortius up by any means possible.

Masters: He’s just checking to see he’s alright, Jarred, give the poor man a break.

Daniels: Rubbish, and now LOOK…LOOK AT YOUR HERO WILLIAM…now he realizes Mortius is on planet zog, he goes off and tries to stop Cage from climbing the cage. Somebody needs to stop this power-hungry maniac from ruining yet another PPV quality contest.

Waters: He has to steal the spot light Jarred, he did it when I was in Upstarts with him, hence why I knocked his block off with his own finisher.

Masters: Yes, pitiful act, Shawn.

Waters: Like I give a crap about what you think, Willie.

Daniels: The fans are chanting for Cage here, however Montana isn’t letting him go anywhere, Jesse with a fistful of Cage’s trunks. Cage kicks him off, but the President is hung on like a piranha, he just won’t sod off. Cage still though, gets closer and closer, he can taste the victory. Cage now with his finger tips on the top of the cage…WOAH…WOAH…I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!!

Masters: MORTIUS IS UP…THE MONSTER IS ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: And look at the way he just sits up like that, like a damn vampire. And the fans are going crazy, Cage looks down, I think he’s noticed. Montana drops off though, Cage only has to climb over the top and he’s done it.

Daniels: It’s too late though, Mortius stands up and grab the leg of Cage, almost so tall he can just reach up and prize Cage off the top with ease. CAGE…HE FALLS…BUT HITS MORTIUS WITH A DROPKICK ON THE WAY DOWN!!!!!

Masters: Well done, Jesse. Nice work boss.

Waters: You know, I never really noticed what a suck up you were back when I was in the ring. But now I’m out here with you, I’ve not seen anything like it since Dyson brought out the new turbo powered hoover!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Ha ha ha ha.

Masters: I’m just respectful, Shawn. That’s all, you on the other hand, so ungrateful for what Jesse has done for you, turning on him, trying to steal his thunder, you outta be ashamed of yourself.

Waters: Oh yes, how can I look myself in the mirror. Oh yes, that’s it, with ease…cuz I’m damn fine.

Daniels: Hey I doubt William will disagree with that, Shawn. Anyway guys, folks at home, we have a proper match on our hands here, both Cage and Mortius are making it back to their feet, Cage wiping the blood from his eyes for vision, Mortius looking angered. And Montana, well he just stands there chewing his gum, the same jackass smile on his face.

Waters: You know that smile gets under my skin so much, I just want to take a hammer to his head.

Daniels: Don’t worry, your not the only one. Cage surely does here as he stands up, not knowing whether to go for Montana or Mortius…

Masters: So Mort makes his decision for him…CLOTHESLINE!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: High impact one, Cage almost kicked himself in the face the velocity he flew around then.

Daniels: Mortius is back on the attack, and so aggressive as usual. Mortius now throws Cage into the corner, a position he doesn’t want to be. Mort with a knee to the gut, and another, Mort now holds Cage up…KNIFE EDGE CHOP…AS CAGE’S SKIN RIPS IN TWO. The echo from that was unearthly. Mortius now Irish whips Cage To the opposite corner…

Masters: And I think Mort is about to join Cage there…

Waters: THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF TRAIN WRECKAGE HERE…RUNNING SPLAS…NO…CAGE DODGES…MORTIUS TURNS AROUND…SPEAR…SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Cage goes for the cover…come on now do your damn job Montana…

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Waters: This match is insane, and finally Jesse Montana isn’t being a TOTAL prick.

Masters: Jesse Montana is a pro, he isn’t afraid to count Mortius down here and award Cage with the win.

Daniels: Oh really, because he hasn’t exactly gave that impression so far. What is Montana doing here now?

Masters: I believe he is telling Cage it was just a two count…

Daniels: He is doing more than that…he is distracting him…and Mortius is slowly getting to his feet.

Waters: Cage better turn around…

Daniels: MONTANA ISN’T LETTING HIM…CAGE TURN AROUND…

Masters: Yes ha ha, Mort is up…CAGE TURNS AROUND…BIG BOOT…AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Daniels: Yes! YES! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: Montana just got a mouthful more than he could chew there…Mort’s size 24 boot right in his mush. And if we watch a replay here…Yes…you can just about see…if we go slow motion…ha ha ha…Montana’s chewing gum flies out his mouth and lands on one of the fans.

Daniels: I’m not sure that wasn’t a tooth Shawn…oh and what is this?!

Masters: No way…Cage has grabbed Mortius and now has him in a Boston Crab!!!!!!!!!

Waters: Can he keep a man of Mort’s size in such a move?!

Daniels: Well Mort is frantically splashing around, think of the pain he must be in, no only the weight of Cage, but also his own weight, all crushing down on his spine.

Waters: I think Mort may tap out here!

Masters: But Montana is out of it, karma coming back to bite Cage.

Daniels: Montana shouldn’t of got involved, and Cage now has the hold locked in, Mort with no where to go, we need another referee out here.

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Daniels: Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? Dammit we need another re…

Waters: YOU PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED JD!!! WE HAVE ANOTHER REFEREE!!!!!!!!

Another referee comes storming down the ramp and unlocks the cage door, however before he does that, Mortius now manages to fight his way out of the hold, both Cage and Mortius flat out now in the middle of the ring as the new referee joins the match.

Daniels: Wow, they must be able to hear me back there.

Waters: Both men now rising back to their feet, Cage holding his head, Mort holding his lower back. Mort is looking over at the new ref, I think Cage is the happier of the two here. Mort goes for a right hand, Cage ducks, gets one of his own, and another, Cage now with an Irish whip on Mortius-NO Mortius reverses as Cage shoots across the ring, jumps over the body of Montana…I would have gave him a swift kick…Mortius now grabs Cage…SCOOP SLAM…

Daniels: No Cage reverses, now behind Mortius once again…BACKSTABBER!!!! NO…

Masters: Ha ha ha…Mortius just stays standing like nothing happened, Cage tried for that maneuver but with drastic results. Mortius now turns around and lifts Cage up by his throat. Mortius now lifts Cage high above his head…look at the strength of this monster…

Daniels: I THINK MORTIUS IS GOING TO THROW CAGE RIGHT INTO THE STEEL WALL…OH MY GOD…

‘HOLY CRAP…HOLY CRAP…HOLY CRAP!’

Waters: Your right again Jarred, Cage’s body just went crashing into the steel. I’m just surprised the wall didn’t collapse after that impact.

Daniels: Mortius is now climbing the cage I believe, not something I thought would happen, surely not Mort’s comfort zone, being high up like this.

Masters: Big fall for such a big man. Could cause a bloody earthquake.

Daniels: Mortius is slow here, partly because of his injuries to his back, partly because of his size. Cage is starting to get up, but he’s not the only one, Jesse Montana is starting to stir ladies and gentlemen.

Masters: Finally, now we can get that piece of trash out of the ring and have a real referee back in action.

Waters: Montana has seen the other referee, I’ve seen that look before, it’s a look which either means, I’m about to fill my pants over here, or it means, I’m going to have your job.

Daniels: I thin Montana is going to do more than that, Montana and the referee are now in a debate or something, meanwhile, Mortius is scaling the top of the cage, I think he’s going to do it.

Masters: don’t take that nonsense from that little rat, Mr. Montana. Jesse, what are you doing?! Why is Jesse leaving the cage…OH…OH BRAVO…JOLLY BRAVO OLD CHAP!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: MONTANA EXPRESS ON THE REFEREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: I can hit a better one.

Daniels: And now Cage is back up and quickly dives up the cage, making Mortius look like a tortoise. Cage now climbs at speed, and grabs the legs of Mortius. The big man isn’t going anywhere, as Cage climbs to the top, both men now level, both trading shots.

Masters: One of these men are going to fall to their deaths, I can feel it in my stomach.

Waters: You sure that’s not Montana’s juices you can feel in your stomach Willie?

Daniels: …

Masters: …

Waters: I went too far didn’t I?

Daniels: Anyway, Cage and Mortius are setting this place ON FIRE…SHOT AFTER SHOT…WHICH MAN WILL FALL…WHICH MAN WILL CLIMB THE CAGE OF DEATH?!

Masters: Wait, Mr. Montana…what are you doing?!

Daniels: What is this scoundrel doing now?! MONTANA IS CLIMBING THE CAGE…HE HAS NO PLACE UP THERE!!!!!!!

Masters: He’s probably just trying to get a better view, making sure there’s no biting or illegal behavior going on up there.

Daniels: Likely story.

Waters: Well, I guess we have three men 15 feet up in the air here, Cage and Mortius still going at it, Montana joining the brawl…

‘STRYKER’

‘MORTIUS’

‘STRYKER’

‘MORTIUS’

‘MONTANA SUCKS COCK!’

Daniels: Left hand by Cage, right hand by Mort, left hand by Cage, right hand by Mort, RIGHT HAND BY MONTANA…DAMMIT! Cage Stryker is in a bad situation here, it’s clearly two against one, and he is facing a 15 feet drop.

Masters: Mortius has one leg over now, I can see him winning this one.

Waters: Wait, Cage has a leg over too…both these men totally even here.

Daniels: Then there’s Montana, who…BY GOD HE IS NOW BITING CAGE STRYKER’S LEG…WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Cage now, he looks down at Montana. Cage…CAGE PULLS MONTANA UP…WHAT IS HE THINKING…

Waters: NO…I THINK HE HAS A HOLD OF MORTIUS…

Masters: AHHHHHH MR. MONTANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: CAGE STRYKER…NO WAY…THIS IS INSANE…ULTRAVIOLENCE!!!

STRYKER DRIVER OFF THE TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘CZW…

HOLY SHIT…

CZW…

HOLY SHIT…

CZW…

HOLY SHIT…

CZW…

HOLY SHIT…’

Waters: Cage Stryker, holy Jena Cyde…Cage Stryker just hit his finisher on the CZW President, Jesse Montana…OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

Masters: Mr. Montana…what has that evil man done to you?!

Daniels: He had it coming…but that leaves Mortius who is at the top of the cage here. He has this one won!!!

Waters: I’m not sure, I think he is climbing back down? Doesn’t he want to win the match?

Masters: Mr. Montana…

Daniels: Mortius for some strange reason is climbing back down, and the fans are just as confused as we are. Mortius reaches the floor, and looks over the chaos, I think that was actually a smirk I saw on his face there. Wait, and Mortius now picks the lifeless Cage Stryker back up…I guess he wanted to win this way and not by escape.

Waters: Mortius with Cage…

WOAH ROLF HARRIS ON FIRE WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!!!!

Daniels: I believe it’s called the Mortal Coil, either way this contest is clearly over now.

Masters: Montana is the referee, and he is out.

Daniels: Mortius goes for the cover, and…

ANOTHER REFEREE IS MAKING HIS WAY OUT, THAT’S THE THIRD OF THE MATCH!

Waters: But is he too late? The guy has a bit of fat on him, he runs slower than my Gran.

Daniels: The newest referee is in the ring now though, and Mortius is waiting patiently, the fans are silent…Cage is not moving one bit…

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Daniels: That’s it folks, it’s all over. Cage Stryker risked his match, his career, even his life with hat move off the top of the cage, and we still don’t know if he is okay.

Masters: Never mind that imbecile, how is Mr. Montana?!

Waters: And Mortius with a huge victory there, I think he proved a point to Stryker, even if Montana had to get involved.

Daniels: Bodies litter the ring, and Mortius climbs high on top of the cage in celebration. His partner in crime is in action next of course, fighting for the World Heavyweight Champion…

Masters: And finally we get some help down here, EMT’s Don’t bother checking on Cage and the referee you idiots, it’s Montana who pays your wages!

As the EMT’s check on all three men, the referee seems to be okay, now standing up with the help of the medical staff. Cage Stryker and Jesse Montana awaken, both men refusing help from the staff. As Mortius continues to celebrate, the fans start to chant for Cage Stryker who finds something deep down, to stand up and raise his arm in the air for the fans delight.

Masters: I don’t know why he’s acting like a hero here, his reckless actions could have ended in serious circumstances.

Daniels: He put on a great contest, William, and these fans appreciate that, and the lengths we was willing to go to.

Waters: Erm guys, I’m not sure if you’ve realized, but Montana is back up on his feet.

Suddenly the music cuts as the arena stands still…Cage Stryker turns slowly around where a beaten down Jesse Montana is waiting for him.

Daniels: CAGE WATCH OUT!!!!

Masters: YEA!!!! MONTANA EXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE THAT YOU HOOLIGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waters: Sickens my very soul every time I have to see that.

‘BOOOOOOOOOOO…BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

The fans are irate as Montana stands over Cage Stryker, now with a grin on his face, Mortius jus staring down at both of them.

The fans explode into a frenzy as all men in the ring freeze, looking up the ramp.

Daniels: WHAT…OR WHO…IS THIS?!!!!!

Waters: Bald head, icy cold blue eyes, baseball bat with nails sticking out…MY GOD THAT IS KARL THE JACKAL JACKSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: WHAT IS THIS PSYCOPATH DOING HERE?!!! Shouldn’t he be locked up somewhere in a mental institute???!

Daniels: THE JACKAL IS BACK FOLKS!!!! HE IS IN NO JAIL…NO INSTITUTE, WILLIAM…THE JACKAL IS BACK ON MONDAY NIGHT OVERDROVE!!!!

Waters: And look at the look on Montana’s face, he looks like he’s not only seen a ghost, but the ghost has thrown a naked cardboard cut out of Jena Cyde in front of him!!!!!!!!

Masters: Montana doesn’t deserve this, not now!

Daniels: And THE JACKAL IS RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP TO RINGSIDE.

Masters: RUN AWAY JESSE…RUN!!!!!!

Daniels: Ha ha ha, he can’t he has trapped himself inside a steel cage.

The fans scream with delight as Jackal swings the baseball bat into the steel mesh, literally tearing the cage apart as he climbs inside. Mortius is first to greet him with a big boot, however Jackal ducks and gives Mortius a swift hook with the nailed baseball bat. Montana meanwhile scales the cage like Spiderman, throwing himself over the top and falling to the concrete floor like he has no care about the injuries. Jackson goes crazy inside the ring as he begins to attack EMT’s and referee and more staff members with the bat, and hits Mortius once again for good measure. Jesse Montana runs off up the ramp, looking back into the eyes of Karl ‘The Jackal’ Jackson, as though Montana had just foreseen his death.

Daniels: All those visions, all those flashbacks, they meant something…Montana must have knew deep down inside…that the JACKAL was going to return. And Jesse Montana’s life may never be the same again!!!

Waters: What a reception for that bald headed maniac, and I just hope we see Karl get his hands on Montana eventually, the man who tried to end his life alongside Matt Covey.

Masters: Mr. Montana…

Daniels: That’s it Willie, get a good look at Montana’s face, because it may never look the same again. Karl Jackson is a man on a mission, I can’t wait to see what develops here.

AND NEXT…

We have our main event, World Title on the line, we’ll be back soon folks after we’ve cleaned up the mess here at ringside…what a night so far!

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~~ MAIN EVENT CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH ~~
-=- BRIAN BLAZE CASHES IN HIS KING OF COMBAT SHOT! -=-
"Mr. Entertainment" Brian Blaze vs. "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus (c)

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DANIELS: Alright folks, that was an amazing match we just witnessed and now, it is time for the main event of the evening. And what a main event we have in-store for you this evening but before we announce it, let us take a look at how this match up came to be.

Video footage begins to roll….

A title comes up on the screen reading:

EXTREME INTERVENTION 2009
KING OF COMBAT FINALS
MIKE MONROE VS. BRIAN BLAZE

Brian Blaze kicks Monroe in the gut and sets up for the Blaze of Glory

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But Monroe battles out of it and kicks Brian Blaze in the gut and sets up for a DDT.

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But Brian Blaze battles out of it. Then...

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Brian Blaze connects with the Quality entertainment through the table and down to the ground!!!*

Jarred Daniels: OH MY GOD!!! THAT’S NOT A QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT, THAT’S DEATH!!!

William Masters: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! MONROE’S CAREER IS OVER!!!

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Jarred Daniels: It’s finally over!

William Masters: And what carnage!

Jessica Towers: Here is your winner... and THIS years King of Combat winner…BRIAN BLAZE!!!

The video then fades out to another title overlay, reading:

RE-UNITED WE STAND
CZW WORLD TITLE 8 MAN ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH
KB VS. COVEY VS. FISCUS VS. ACE KING VS. KING VS. JACKAL VS. ROB WRIGHT VS. CAGE

Masters: This can’t be happening, the referee must be paid by the champ.

Daniels: I assure you it’s real life. However, Alan may be harder to convince.

- Alan now stands up in a fit of rage and grabs the referee by the collar, desperate to attack him. From behind though is Cage Stryker, though in a pool of his own blood, has found one last bit of energy to mount an attack on an un-suspecting Fiscus…

Daniels: HE’S UP…HE’S UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: it’s a zombie, folks!

Daniels: AMAZING…CAGE HITS AN IMPLANT DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS FINISHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAN HE GET AN ARM OVER THE BODY OF FISCUS?!

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*ding ding ding*

Daniels: STILL CZW CHAMPION…REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Travesty.

Daniels: What do you mean, this man put his heart and soul into that match, and he can hardly stand, but he is a great World Champion, the critics have been silenced tonight!

Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE WINNER OF THE CHAMBER AND STILL CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CAGE STRY……..

Daniels: Wait…what the hell is this?! Surely not!!!!

Masters: OF COURSE…FISCUS HAS MONEY IN THE BANK…

Daniels: Not now, not like this, not this way!

Masters: FISCUS HAS THE CASE…YES! FISCUS IS GOING OT BE THE WORLD CHAMP AFTER ALL!!!!!!

- The fans quit there frantic cheers as Fiscus is up, blood pouring down his face, and his chest. Cage is holding the Title high in the air like Rocky Balboa, one eyes completely closed. All of a sudden…

*CRASH*

Masters: Fiscus smashes the briefcase over the head of Stryker…and what is this…

Daniels: I can’t believe this…MY GOD THE OVERTHROW ON TOP OF THE METAL CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Cage has been dismembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: And the referee is forced to count…Money in the Bank, well you clever, clever weasel.

Masters: Weasel? This man is a predator!

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Daniels: DAMMIT CAGE HAD NO CHANCE!

Masters: I forgot about he case, Jarred, you forgot, the whole World forgot, except Fiscus, what a dastardly plot.

Daniels: And you have to feel sorry for Cage, having kicked out everything Fiscus could dish, Cage just had nothing left when it came to cashing in Money in the Bank.

Towers: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….THE NEWWWWWWWW CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…ALAAAAAAAN FIIIISSCCCCUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The scene fades out and back to Daniels and Masters.

DANIELS: Brian Blaze won the right to face the world champion but then CZW was forced to shut down for a while after some legal issues, which I’m at liberty to say right now, especially under the gag order. But the point is, Brian Blaze has a shot at the world championship and it will be right here, right now, tonight.

MASTERS: Have you seen Waters around here anywhere? Where the bloody hell did he go? He was just right here, helping call commentary.

DANIELS: Good question, he did say something about taking care of some personal business, whatever that means.

MASTERS: Sounds like code for a number two, if you smell what the Shawn is cookin. Haha. Anyway, I feel sorry for Brian Blaze, he should be so lucky to have the X Title in his possession, because I really don’t see him pulling out a win against the likes of Alan Fiscus.

DANIELS: Well that remains to be seen, William. Alan Fiscus is elite…he is a forced to be reckoned with…...

MASTERS: ALAN FISCUS .. IS….CZW!

DANIELS: My point is, I have watches Brian Blaze grow up in this company, he is not the same, wet behind the ears, rookie he once was and I have to give him his props for finding Mortius, that was a very smart business move in my opinion. He actually reminds me a lot of a young Maynard O’Toole.

MASTERS: How the bloody hell do you figure that? Wait….did O’Toole pay you to say that?

DANIELS: Yes, William, he did, in fact he wrote my dialogue, I’m reading from a script as we speak...no….I’m just saying, Maynard started out here on kind of a roll but then decided to side with the upstarts, more specifically, Jesse Montana and it turned out to be the best business decision he ever made.

MASTERS: Yes, but we’re talking about Alan Fiscus, a man who busted his bloody ass for two years in this industry to even get a shot at the world title and he succeeded, he’s not about to give up his world title that easily. Brian Blaze is going to have to bring his A PLUS game tonight.

“Let me entertain you” by Robbie Williams begins to play over the PA system as Brian Blaze makes his way out from the back.

Hell is gone and heaven's here
There's nothing left for you to fear
Shake your arse come over here
Now scream
I'm a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
You're my rock of empathy, my dear

SO COME ON... LET MEEEEEEEEE...ENTERTAIN YOOOOOUUUUUU!!!! LET MEEEEEEEE.....ENTERTAIN YOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!

His music continues to play as Brian Blaze struts his way out. Dressed head to toe in purple. Purple tights, with the signature, Disasterpiece logo, along with a purple themed, Hawaiian button up, shirt. Blaze suddenly stops dead in his tracks, poses for the crowd, then points toward the entrance of the arena as his theme song continues to play.

*RECORD SCREECH STOP*

I WANNA SLIT YOUR THROAT AND f**k THE WOUND
I WANNA PUSH MY FACE IN AND FEEL THE SWOON
I WANNA DIG INSIDE, FIND A LITTLE BIT OF ME
CUZ THE LINE GETS CROSSED WHEN YOU DON'T COME CLEAN

Mortius appears at the entrance, limping his way up the ramp, after the momentous contest he just fought through. He then stalks his way over to Blaze as the fans boo.

DANIELS: Well I guess he WILL be accompanied to the ring by his tag team partner, Mortius. I have to say, I don’t like Alan’s chances as of now, seeing as Blaze is going to have Mortius in his corner.

MASTERS: I can’t be mad at a guy who knows how to play the game but this is Alan Fiscus we’re talking about him facing.

DANIELS: And where has Shawn gone? He hasn’t come back after the commercial break.

MASTERS: He just whispered something to me about having piles, then ran out of here like the Jackal was after him!

DANIELS: Okay…more than I wanted to know thee, William. Well I guess you will see Shawn next Overdrive, as of now, I guess he is indisposed.

Blaze and Mortius get in the ring, Blaze climbs the turnbuckle and blows kisses to the crowd as Mortius just stands there, arms folder never once, changing the cold, dead, expression on his face.

DANIELS: This is without a doubt, the most charismatic young superstar I have ever seen here in this company.

MASTERS: Yeah well, if you ask me, he has a certain….douchebag quality, that really gets under my skin.

The song fades out and then….

MASTERS: Okay, it’s about time. Bring out the man who has all that quality but can back it up. Oh I can’t wait…..

"SNAP YOUR FINGERS, SNAP YOUR NECK" by Prong blasts over the arena.

DANIELS: Wait….who the hell is this? I’ve never heard this music before.

MASTERS: Perhaps, Alan changed his tune?

Out from the back, pops none other than the Flawless one, Frank Finch, dressed head to toe in Armani, Frank struts his way down the aisle, he stops to look on at the fans with a completely disgusted look on his face. He then spits out his chewing gum and swats it into the crowd as the boo, mercifully.

MASTERS: OH…MY…BLOODY HELL!! And you thought Brian Blaze had the advantage, well here comes, TRIPLE F!!!

DANIELS: OH GOD NO!! I thought this was going to be an enjoyable main event but here comes Frank Finch.

Finch gets in the ring, walks past Mortius and Blaze, as they eye on another. Finch starts to punk Blaze but sees Mortius and gulps as he loosens his tie. Finch then walks up to Jessica Towers and snatches the mic from her hand as the music fades out. The crowd continues to give all three men a hard time with the deafening boos.

FINCH: Towers, thank you but your services will no longer be needed, sweet heart.

CROWD: BOOOOOO!!!!

FINCH: …LISTEN UP….ALL YOU .. ROMO SEXUALS!

CROWD: BOOOOOOO!!!!!!.....ALAN’S BITCH! … ALAN’S BITCH! … ALAN’S BITCH! …. ALAN’S BITCH!

FINCH: Well, I’d rather be getting hit up by Alan than the trailer trash I’ve seen in this town. I mean, I’ve always heard everything’s bigger in Texas and I thought you were referring to breasts. I didn’t realize you were actually referring to body mass. But I digress, I’m not here to converse with the likes of you people. I’ve got a job to do.

MASTERS: These people need to recognize greatness when they see it.

FINCH: Now then, if I may continue. First of all, bring your, undivided attention away from your Skoal cans and on to the entrance way.

"STREETCLEANER" by Godflesh floods the American Airlines Arena as Alan Fiscus makes his way out from the back, baring his newly won, CZW World heavyweight title belt. Alan walks out, holding his title belt in front of him, as he looks down upon it. He then proceeds to pour some sort of powder substance onto the plate of the belt then snorts it, looking into the nearby camera and laughing as he cracks a sadistic smile.

DANIELS: I have know this man for two years now and he still manages to creep me out. Even more so, than Mortius and was that cocaine? It looked like cocaine.

MASTERS: Don’t be an idiot, Daniels. He is one crazy, bloody, sadistic bastard but I’m sure that was pixie stick dust or sugar.

Alan gets in the ring as his music continues to play. He walks past Blaze, with that same crazy ass looking smirk on his face and now with some powdered residue on the end of his nose. Blaze just shakes his head in confusion. Alan’s music fades out….

FINCH: LADIES AND GENTL—WAIT NOO…..*ahem*….REDNECKS AND FATWOMEN OF MAYBERRY…..introducing the loser…I mean challenger. He is the current and reigning, X Champion, King of Combat and of course, a resident foreigner but don’t hold that against him. He hails from Toronto, Ontario….whocares…I mean.. Canada!....Being accompanied to the ring by…ehhhhh…..BOZO THE CLOWN!

Mortius, actually changes the expression on his face but it’s not a good one, as he looks angry. Mortius walks over toward Finch. Finch then backs up behind Fiscus. Fiscus then looks over at Finch as if to say. “Don’t act like a bitch.”

FINCH: Easy, big man. Being accompanied to the ring, by his tag team partner, Mortius. MR. ENTERTAINMENT….BRIAN BLAZE!!!

There is a bit of a mixed reaction from the crowd.

FINCH: AND NOW….INTRODUCING THE CHAMPION…..A FORMER MR. MONEY IN THE BANK, A FORMER GLOBAL TAG TEAM CHAMPION…HE HAILS FROM WICHITA, KASAS……THE MIRACULOUS…..THE CHARISMATIC….THE SHOWMAN…..THE…..

Mortius grows angrier as he suddenly grabs Finch’s throat….

MORTIUS: GET ON WITH THE GODDAMN INTRODUCTIONS BEFORE I THRASH YOU!!!!

Mortius lets Finch go as Finch then straightens out his suit and stands back straight.

FINCH: This is Armani, Bitch!.....you need a hug.

The crowd laughs a bit.

FINCH: As I was saying…..HE IS THE REIGNING CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION……THE SADISITIC SOLUTION…..ALAN…FISCUS!!!!!

Alan and Blaze meet in the middle of the ring, standing nose to nose as Alan holds up his world title, proudly in the air. Blaze then motions to his waist that he WILL be taking that world title. The bell sounds as Mortius and Finch make their way out of the ring on separate exits.

DANIELS: Well HOPEFULLY that will be the last we see of Frank for this evening.

Finch then makes his way over to the announcing table and grabs a headset and a seat.

MASTERS: HAHA, SPOKE TOO SOON, JARRED! Mr. Finch, as always, it’s a pleasure.

FINCH: Whatever, I’m just here to call an impartial match between top superstars….and Brian Blaze.

DANIELS: You seem a little intimidated by Mortius, Mr. Finch.

FINCH: I’m intimidated by my own being, and nothing more. Shut your mouth four-eyes before I bitch smack you…AGAIN!

MASTERS: I love this guy.

DANIELS: Well anyways, it looks like we are ready to start this match.

DING! DING! DING!

DANIELS: Here we go and this should be an epic match up. Both men now begin circling one another, sizing each other up. They hook up now, Fiscus, quickly gets Blaze into a headlock. Blaze, using Alan’s momentum against him, shoves Fiscus into the opposing ropes. Here comes Fiscus off the rebound and Blaze nails him with a standing drop kick…..BLAZE GOES FOR A QUICK COVER….BUT ONLY GETS A ONE COUNT! Bah God what a energetic start to this match, already.

FINCH: First of all, dimwit, this is far from an epic match. Fiscus is way out of Blaze’s league. Secondly, there’s no way Blaze is going to get a win, that quickly on a superstar like Alan Fiscus.

MASTERS: I agree with Mr. Finch.

DANIELS: What else is new?

Mortius looks over at the announcing table and stares a hole right through Frank Finch, as they both make eye contact.

FINCH: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT? GO BACK TO THE CIRCUS, YA FREAK!

DANIELS: Blaze stands Fiscus up and begins punishing him with vicious shots to the head. Blaze now, spins Fiscus around and executes a reverse atomic drop. Fiscus turns around and gets nailed with a hard clothesline and Blaze goes for the cover again!

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FINCH: Fiscus is just playing possum, wait till he gets going. Blaze is not gonna know what hit him.

DANIELS: Blaze gets back to his feet. He picks Fiscus up by is hair now and hits Fiscus in the face with a hard punch, and another, and another. Boy, Brian Blaze brought his A game, tonight. Blaze reaches back for yet another hard punch….Fiscus blocks it with an elbow to the midsection.

FINCH: I told you.

MASTERS: COME ON, FISCUS!

DANIELS: Alan reaches back and swing, Blaze ducks said attempt and turn around. OH AND ….BLAZE GETS NAILED WITH THE PANIC ATTACK FROM THE CHAMP!

FINCH: You see that, Jarred? That’s why Alan is the champ, he’s got amazing in-ring presence of mind.

DANIELS: Blaze is down and looks to be a bit out of it as Alan gets up and creeps his way over to the fall X Champ. Alan grabs the back of Blazes head….this does not bode well for the X Champ.

THUD!

DANIELS: BAH GOD! CURB STOMP!!! What a vicious move! Alan goes for the cover!

FINCH: OHHH …CUZ HE’S THE FISC….AND HE .. IS…..ALLLLAAAAANNNN!!!!

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DANIELS: Blaze kicks out, BOH GOD, how the hell did he kick out of THAT?!

MASTERS: He got bloody lucky. THIS IS BOLLOCKS!

FINCH: …..what he said.

DANIELS: Blaze is not going down without a fight, Fiscus may have to sedate him, inorder to win this match.

FINCH: I got the chloroform in my gym bag.

DANIELS: WHAT?!

FINCH: WHAT?!

DANIELS: Anyhoo, the champ looks highly frustrated right now a he argues with the Darren Powers. Blaze is back on his feet though, Fiscus better watch out! BLAZE SNEAKS UP BEHIND THE CHAMP!

FINCH & MASTERS: ALAN, LOOK OUT!!!!

DANIELS: BLAZE SPIND FISCUS AROUND…..BLAZE SWINGS BUT IS MET WITH A QUICK KICK TO THE MIDSECTION BY THE CHAMP! FISCUS GRABS BLAZE…..

THUD!!

DANIELS: CHERRY BLOSSOM BOMB!! BLAZE IS DOWN AND FISCUS GOES FOR THE WIN!

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DANIELS: HE DID IT!!!

FINCH YES!! I KNEW IT!!

MASTERS: STILL THE WORLD’S CHAMP….ALAN….FIS---

DANIELS: WAIT….OHHH NO! BLAZE HAD HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE! The champ is irate at this point!

FINCH: This is some bullshit!

MASTERS: I agree, Alan should be walking out of here with his championship still in tact.

DANIELS: Rules are rule, gentlemen and all this arguing with Powers is not going to help his chances, he’s taken his focus off Blaze. Blaze walks back up to Fiscus, he spins the champ around….

THWACK!!!

DANIELS: BLAZE PICKS ALAN UP AND NAILS HIM WITH THE BLAZE OF GLORY! But Blaze looks to have no gas left as he lays, lifeless, on the ground. OHH WHAT AN OPPURTUNITY FOR THE X CHAMP BUT HE CAN’T COVER!

FINCH: Good, count them out, the tie goes to the champ, Alan wins, now let’s get the hell out of here.

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Finch snatches his headset off and walks over to the side of the ring Blaze is on.

DANIELS: What’s he doing?

MASTERS: It’s called insurance, Jarred. Finch is going to make bloody sure Fiscus walks out of here, still world’s champ.

DANIELS: This is crooked, Fiscus should win this on his own. Wait….

Finch starts to slide in the ring to attack Blaze but is cut off my the huge right hand of Mortius.

DANIELS: MORTIUS GRABS FINCH BY HIS THROAT!! FINCH LOOKS TERRIFIED! WAIT…BLAZE CRAWLED OVER TO THE FALLEN CHAMP! HE PUTS HIS ARM ACROSSED FISCUS’ CHEST! THIS COULD BE OVER!

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DANIELS: This match is not over and Mortius still has Finch in his grasp. Finch begins, frantically punching Mortius in his chest but to no avail.

MASTERS: Somebody should go over there and help him, Mortius is a big bloody bully.

DANIELS: Why don’t you go over there, William? And I doubt that Mortius is about to be the one who’d bloody.

MASTERS: I’m a lover, Jarred, not a fighter.

DANIELS: Well Mortius, with Finch’s throat still in his grasp, walks Finch over to the unforgiving steel steps. OH GOD! HE LIFTS HIM STRAIGHT UP INTO THE AIR, WITH SO MUCH EASE!!!

CRASH!!!

DANIELS: AY DIOS MIO!!!!! AY DIOS MIO!!! MORTIUS JUST ENDED FINCH’S CAREER WITH THAT SICKENING CHOKE SLAM RIGHT ON TO THE STEEL STEPS!!!

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!!

DANIELS: Oh my God, the back of Frank’s head just collided with the edge of those steel steps. Even Fiscus cringed a little when he saw that. Speaking of Fiscus, he turns around…..

THWACK!!!

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL AGAIN!!!

DANIELS: Blaze just leveled Fiscus with a standing enziguri! Blaze stands back up and looks at Mortius, who quite frankly has yet to change his facial expression. Mortius, angrily, points to the fallen champ, as if to tell Blaze to put his focus back on Fiscus. BLAZE COVERS! I THINK THIS WILL DO IT, FINALLY!

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DANIELS: MY GOD!!! WHAT THE HELL IS IT GONNA TAKE TO WIN THIS MATCH FOR EITHER ONE OF THESE MEN?!

MASTERS: A lot more than that, I can tell you, Jarred.

DANIELS: Agreed. BB pulls Fiscus up by his hair, in pure frustration but Alan answers back with a quick gut check. Alan goes for a haymaker but BB ducks said attempt…BB with a quick kick to the midsection, Fiscus bends over in agony. Now a kick to the head…Fiscus stands up straight, in pain though as BB lays in wait…..

THWACK!!

MASTERS: BAH GOD!

DANIELS: SUPERKICK!!! He kicked Fiscus right into the corner of the ring, Fiscus hangs over the top rope in pain. I think that was his new signature move he calls: THE MONEY SHOT and what a move it is.…wait a second. He’s hanging over that top rope but right where Mortius is standing. I don’t like the looks of this…..but it doesn’t seem to look like Mortius is going to do anything. I think he wants Blaze to win this one all on his own.

MASTERS: What a waste of a mentor Mortius is. He could atleast help him out, BB needs all the help he can get to beat the champ.

DANIELS: Well Blaze seems to have been doing pretty well for himself thus far. BLAZE RUNS UP BEHIND FISCUS….ROLL UP…NO FISCUS GRABBED THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE. Oh and Blaze goes stumbling backwards into the ropes…Fiscus charges and nails him with an STO!

MASTERS: GO FOR THE BLOODY PIN, FISCUS!

DANIELS: Fiscus stands up and grabs the fallen, Brian Blaze….Fiscus signals, this could be all she wrote here. Fiscus grabs the head of Blaze and hooks him into a full nelson, from behind…in a camel clutch like maneuver….I think this is THE MANIAC COMPRESSION! THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR THE X CHAMPION! DARREN POWERS IS IN PLACE NOW, CHECKING ON BLAZE!

MASTERS: TAP….TAP, YOU MORON!

DANIELS: BLAZE IS FIGHTING THE TAP NOW…..HE DOES NOT WANT TO SUBMIT BUT FISCUS HAS IT LOCKED IN, HARD!....I THINK HE’S PASSED OUT….REFEREE DARREN POWERS HOLDS HIS HAND UP…..

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DANIELS: Fiscus almost had this match won. Blaze reaches out and grabs on to the ropes. The referee is telling Fiscus to let go of the hold but Fiscus holds on, not even listening and Darren Powers starts the five count.

MASTERS: A lot of good that would do, if Fiscus gets disqualified, he still walks out of here, world’s champion.

POWERS: 1……..2…….3………..4…….

DANIELS: Fiscus let’s go of the hold but is still quite frustrated as he slides to the outside of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Fiscus slides back into the ring and waits for the fallen Brian Blaze to get back to his feet…

MASTERS: TAKE HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF!!!

DANIELS: Darren Powers is pleading with the champ NOT to hit Blaze with the chair but still can’t really do much about the situation. Remember, while there are certain IN RING rules here in CZW….pretty much every match is no disqualification. Blaze stands up….FISCUS CHARGES…..HE SWINGS….BLAZE DUCKS SAID ATTEMPT….FISCUS TURNS AROUND…..

THWACK!!!

MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!!!

DANIELS: BLAZING ARROW….BAH GOD!! BLAZE LEVELED FISCUS WITH A BLAZING ARROW INTO THE STEAL CHAIR…WHICH COLLIDED WITH FISCUS’ FACE!!!....BLAZE COULD HAVE THIS MATCH WON…BUT BOTH MEN ARE DOWN…..THERE’S NO MORE GAS LEFT IN THE TANK…THESE TWO MEN HAVE GAVE EVERYTHING THEY’VE GOT!

MASTERS: What an idiot, all he has to do is crawl over and put an arm over the champ and Blaze could very well be the new world’s champion.

DANIELS: Once again, Blaze has an opportunity to win this match but can he do it. Mortius is actually showing emotion as he pounds on the ring apron, pleading for BB to get over to the fallen champ. Darren Powers is not counting and I think that’s out of pure respect for the sheer performance these two have put on tonight…somebody has to win but who? Blaze begins to show signs of life as he inches his way closer to the champ.

MASTERS: GET UP, FISCUS!!!

DANIELS: Speaking of getting up, Frank Finch is back up from that massive choke slam on to the steel steps. Finch turns around, while grasping his head, he sees Mortius, who is giving him a cold, dead stare. Finch quickly backs up and heads back over here to join us. Blaze is closer to the champ, who is still down!

FINCH: SON OF A BITCH!....WHERE AM I….IS THIS HELL? I think I just saw a demon…or Satan himself.

MASTERS: Yes, this is in fact hell and that is Cerberus. (Masters points to Daniels)

DANIELS: Very funny, William. BLAZE THROWS AN ARM OVER THE CHAMP…THIS COULD BE IT!!!

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DANIELS: …..NO!!!!!....FISCUS KICKED OUT! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!....wait a second…..referee Darren Powers has been called over by the time keeper…….they’re discussing something…..here comes Darren Powers, back to the ring…..

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

DANIELS: What’s this? Why did they ring the bell…..Both men are still down but looked irate, as does Mortius.

FINCH: Time’s up, numbskull, Fiscus retains….game over, man….game over. HAHAHA OHH MY HEAD!!!

CROWD: BOOOOOO!!!!!!

JESSICA TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…..THE TIME LIMIT OF THIS MATCH HAS EXPIRED…..THEREFORE….YOUR WINNER…..AND ST---

DANIELS: BAH GOD….MORTIUS JUST SNATCHED THE MIC FROM JESSICA TOWERS’ HAND……

MORTIUS: ….THIS MATCH……WILL…CONTINUE!

CROWD: YAAAAAY!!!! C Z DUBB! C Z DUBB! C Z DUBB!

DANIELS: The time keeper does not like this one bit but I doubt there’s anything he can do about it because he looks scared and for good reason.

DING! DING! DING!

DANIELS: Well that sound means we WILL officially restart this match.

FINCH: WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?! SOMEBODY SHOULD SAY SOMETHING!

MASTERS: BLOODY RIGHT, FRANK!

DANIELS: Yeah well, with all due respect, Mr. Finch, I think your head begs to differ.

FINCH: Shut your mouth, boy.

DANIELS: Well here we go, Blaze is back to h is feet in the corner. Fiscus gets back to his feet in the opposing corner. Fiscus turns around…..BLAZE CHARGES…..SICK KICK……

THUD!!

DANIELS: NO…..FISCUS DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY, IN THE NICK OF TIME! BLAZE COLLIDES WITH THE RING POST! BLAZE STUMBLES OUT…..FISCUS GRABS HOLD…..

THUD!!!

MASTERS & FINCH: YES!!!

DANIELS: THE OVERTHROW!!!! FISCUS THOUGH, DOES NOT COVER AS HE PICKS BLAZE BACK UP!!!......HE LOCKS ON UNDERNEATH BLAZE’S SHOULDER……CORKSCREW STUNNER…..FOR GOOD MESSURE!!!

FINCH: That’s all she wrote!

DANIELS: Smart thinking by the champ, seeing as he couldn’t get the job done before but wait….Blaze is down but Fiscus is still not covering….he climb up on the top turnbuckle…..he signals……and jumps……

STD!!!!

DANIELS: THE SICK AND TWISTED DIVE!!! AND …NOW HE COVERS!!!

FINCH: IT’S ALL OVER!!!

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DANIELS: IT’S OVER!!! THE CHAMP IS RETAINED!

FINCH: I told you guys.

TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…..YOUR WINNER….AND….STILL….CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…..THE SADISTIC SOLUTION….ALAN…FISCUUUUUSSSSS!!!

DANIELS: What a showing by these two men here tonight. Blaze gave it his all but it wasn’t enough as Alan Fiscus retains his world title.

Alan leans up against the ropes for leverage as he holds his world title ever so tightly. Alan then gets out of the ring, grabs Blaze’s X Title from the time keeper, gets back into the ring and stands over a fallen Blaze. Mortius then climbs into the ring just in case Alan has something planned.

FINCH: KICK HIS ASS, FISCUS!

DANIELS: I don’t like the looks of this. Mortius is staring Fiscus down as he stands over Blaze, still holding his X Title belt in his hand. Fiscus stares back at Mortius then proceeds to lay Blaze’s X title belt over his chest…..was that out of respect? Did the sadistic solution just show a sign of respect to his opponent?

“Streetcleaner” by Godflesh once again plays over the sound system as Fiscus makes his way out of the ring.

MASTERS: If it was, it was very subtle.

DANIELS: Fiscus laid the X belt over the fallen Brian Blaze but not without taking his focus off of Mortius. Fiscus makes his way out of the ring as Mortius helps Blaze up. Well folks, this was a pay per view quality show. Thank you for joining us, once again.

MASTERS: UNTIL NEXT TIME, WHEN WERE IN THE CZW WORLD CHAMP’S HOMETOWN, WICHITA, KANSAS…FROM CZW…I BID YOU FAREWELL…GOODNIGHT!!!!

CZW President
Jesse Montana