CZW - Presents OVERDRIVE


| March 14th 2009 | * Denver, Colorado * Pepsi Center |



Combat Zone Wrestling presents OVERDRIVE

live on television from
- Denver, Colorado -
Pepsi Center
March 14th 2009

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH -=-
"The Gambler" ACE KING vs. Karl "THE JACKAL" Jackson

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-=- NON-TITLE FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH -=-
"The Human Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM vs. "The Five Star Superstar" EL PABLO

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-=- ODD PAIRINGS TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
JUSTIN MARSHAM & CHRIS ROSS vs. BIG NASTY & BUCK EVANS

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
SHAWN WATERS vs "The Ripper" BRYAN McNALLY

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-=- MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
CAGE STRYKER & SIRENA STARR vs. JERAN HUDSON & LEAH KIMARA

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE vs. MORTIUS w/Jesse Montana

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-=- TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH -=-
"The Graduate" GREGORY GRANTHAM vs. "The One Man Show" RONNIE McNEIL

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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-
"Mr. Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE vs. "Badd Company" MIKE KING

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~~ CZW UNLEASHED ~~

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- 6 MAN TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
IDOLIZED vs. TEAM BA (Havok & Monroe) vs. NEXT GENERATION (Timmons & Wright)

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-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-
PSYKO STEVE vs. MR. KILJOY

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The Reaper" BRIAN KIRKLAND vs. MATTHEW JONES

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Tom: Hello everyone, Tom White here, and welcome everyone in internet land to this weeks Unleashed. Our illustrious president Chris Farley has really been pushing the boat out this week. To kick things off we have Brian Kirkland taking on Matthew Jones. This match is a by product of last week when K.C Kash went to ringside, staking claim to Brian Kirklands contract. However Brian Damage had a huge surprise for Kash when he said the contract was void and gave Kash another to sign. Kash was fine with this, until Damage produced ANOTHER contract, and none other than Brian Kirkland came out to sign it, wasting no time to attack Kash in the ring, to the absolute delight of the fans. This is where Matthew Jones stepped into the mix by appearing in ring and attacking Kirkland. The only reason this man can find as to why that happened is that Brian Kirkland is the man that Jones has had his sights set on since day one of his tenure here. And if that is the case then this match is going to be an emotional and possibly bloody affair, and somehow Farley has managed to procure it for Unleashed. Proving once again that his booking skills are unrivalled. Without any further ado, I’m being told that we’re ready to get this match underway, so I, like you, am going to sit back and watch this classic unfold.

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Brian Kirkland vs Matthew Jones

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"Papercut" by Linkin Park hits the speakers, and boos ring out around the arena as "Devil's Advocate" Matthew Jones steps out onto the stage, accompanied by Jennifer Pure. He walks slowly down the ramp and into the ring, dropping to his knees in prayer for a few moments before the music fades out.

Jones finishes praying, and gets back to his feet, turning towards the Combattron as "Becoming The Bull" by Atreyu hits the sound system. After a few seconds, "The Reaper" Brian Kirkland steps out of the curtain, drawing huge cheers from the crowd. He raises his hands, and salutes a few people in the audience, before focusing his gaze on Jones, who stares right back at him with an icy glare.

Kirkland heads down the rampway, talking smack at Jones, who steps back as "The Reaper" approaches the apron. BK climbs inside, and the two stare each other down as the music fades and the bell rings. Jones starts talking to BK, his arms wild and gesticulating, as if conducting some sort of sermon. The two approach each other, eventually meeting in the centre of the ring, when Kirkland suddenly floors Jones with a right hand. Jones hits the canvas, and Kirkland drops to his knees, unleashing a flurry of fists right into the head of the "Devil's Advocate". Kirkland picks him up and leads him over to the corner, bouncing his head off the turnbuckle, then whips him off the ropes. Kirkland goes for a clothesline, but Jones ducks it. He hits the ropes the other side, rebounds, and hits Kirkland square in the face with a big boot.

As BK crashes to the mat, Jones takes a second to try and walk off the effects of "The Reaper's" onslaught. He turns, and notices BK getting back to his feet in the corner. Jones charges, and crashes into Kirkland, crushing him against the turnbuckle. Jones lands a couple of rights, then pulls his opponent out of the corner, before nailing a huge vertical suplex. The impact causes Kirkland to cry out in pain, and he sits up clutching his back before rolling over onto his stomach. He slowly tries to get up again, but Jones comes running in and kicks him in the ribs, flipping BK over onto his back again. Jones drops to the mat and goes for the pin..

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Jones lifts BK back to his feet, and drops him straight back down again with a neckbreaker. This time he doesn't go for the pin, instead choosing to stomp down on "The Reaper" a few times. Jones then grabs Kirklands legs, and attempts to roll him over into a Texas Cloverleaf. BK struggles against it, causing Jones to lean forward and attempt to punch him in the face and weaken his resistance. As he does so, however, Kirkland grabs the back of his head, and rolls him up into a small package..

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The crowd cries out in exasperation at the near-miss, as BK uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Jones gets up too, and stares at BK, obviously annoyed at so nearly being embarrassed. He charges at BK, looking for a clothesline, but BK ducks, then grabs his opponent and hits a big Russian Leg Sweep. The crowd starts cheering loudly as BK gets back to his feet, then hits the ropes and takes Jones back down again with a running knee lift. He lets out a little yell, then drops an elbow across the throat of his opponent. Kirkland goes for the cover..

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TW-KICK OUT WITH AUTHORITY!

Unperturbed, Kirkland climbs back to his feet. He stalks Jones for a few second as he gets back up, then charges forwards and hits a backstabber. BK hauls Jones back up, and whips him off the ropes. Jones rebounds, and BK catches him with a back elbow. Jones staggers around, before BK grabs him by the head and plants him with a DDT. BK assesses the situation, then steps over Jones' motionless body and ascends the turnbuckle. He checks back, then leaps off, hitting a picture perfect Phoenix Splash. BK covers..

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Kirkland bangs the mat, a little bit of frustration now starting to show. He lifts Jones up again, and sets him up for a brainbuster. He goes to lift, but the weight difference - and the physical exertion undertaken so far - is starting to tell, as he can only get him a few inches off the ground. He makes another attempt, with similar success, and then suddenly, Jones wraps his arms around Kirklands waist and hauls him into the air. He steps over towards the centre of the ring, then slams him down with a HUGE spinebuster. He gets back to his feet, and stares down at BK, who is writhing on the floor in agony. A few seconds pass, Jones breathing heavily, the fire within him building steadily, until he thrusts a hand down and grabs BK by the hair. He hauls him to his feet, and forces him into a reverse-facelock, setting him up for the "Hell's Fire". He flips him over his shoulder, but as BK lands he staggers backwards, out of reach of the cutter. As Jones grasps at thin air, BK hits the ropes, comes back, and takes Jones down from behind, locking him into the Straightlace Crossface!

Jones screams in pain as BK wrenches at his neck, shoulder and arm. He reaches out desperately to get a hand on the ropes, but finds them agonizingly out of reach. He appears just about to tap, when suddenly..

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A boot comes out of nowhere, hitting BK right in the side of the face, causing him to release the hold. The camera pulls out, exposing KC Kash as the culprit. In his hand he has a steel chair, and as BK gets to his feet, Kash steps forward and smashes him over the head with it, the sound echoing throughout the arena. The referee steps in, and attempts to remove Kash from the ring. However, from up behind him comes Jones, who grabs the official by the scruff of the neck and literally throws him through the ropes. Jones and Kash eyeball each other for a second, then turn their attentions onto Brian Kirkland, who hasn't moved since the chair shot. Kash drops the chair, and hauls BK up to his feet. He and Jones exchange a few words, then Jones steps back, sizing Kirkland up.

However, before he can attack, the two get distracted by the crowd erupting into cheers. Kash looks over at the rampway, and spots Mike King charging towards the ring. He releases BK, as Mike slides under the ropes, and the two begin exchanging blows. Mike quickly gets the upper hand, and while Kash is reeling he turns his attentions to Jones, hammering him with rights and lefts as well. King turns, and clotheslines Kash over the top rope, as Jones clambers through them of his own accord. King talks some smack, then goes to check on BK, as Jones and Kash retreat up the rampway.

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Tom: WOW, what a match. And what a turn of events. I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting Kash to get involved, I should have seen that coming. Tremendous action and these fans are all fired up, especially with the interruption by Mike King, an interesting turn of events there. Next tonight is the usual history of violence match. This week we are showcasing a match a bit closer to the present. The second last Pay Per view last year, and CZWs eleventh Collateral Damage. Ace King recently procured the Intercontinental Championship from the Jackal, but a few months before he was out on hiatus, which was covered on Unleasheds debut show. His comeback was to be undercover, and that’s the match we take you back to now, with Matt Covey, defending the Global Tag belts against Big Nasty and J.A Sawyer

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Matt Covey vs J.A Sawyer and Big Nasty
Originally aired 11/29/08

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

William Masters: And technically, you're an idiot, but we don't talk about that in front of you. Matt Covey stands in the center of the ring, holding the lead pipe, daring his two opponents to enter his yard. Big Nasty tries to sneak around one side as Sawyer distracts Matt, but Covey turns and chases Nasty away from the ropes, swinging the pipe in the hopes of making contact with something. The referee pleads with him to drop the pipe, but Covey simply raises the weapon in a threatening manner and the referee cowers and stumbles backward. Sawyer seems a bit hesitant to climb into the ring with the madman, and is standing at the base of the ramp shouting into the ring. Big Nasty, however, makes another attempt at gaining access to the ring. While Covey is arguing with the referee who was finally able to snatch his pipe, Nasty sneaks up to the side of the ring behind Covey. Matt turns around and notices Big Nasty, and the big man tries to run away, but Alan Fiscus is there to hit him in the back of the head and roll him halfway into the ring! Matt Covey quickly reaches down, grabbing Big Nasty by the hair and dragging him the rest of the way into the ring and the referee signals for the bell to start the match.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

William Masters: Never underestimate a Covey.

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

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

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

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

William Masters: What? He's not doing anything! Look at him, he's just cheering on his tag team partner. Jarred Daniels: Yeah, well, we'll see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

William Masters: No, but he IS a part of the tag team champions, and he's just trying to protect what's his. J.A. has released the hold and now joins his tag team partner in stomping on the back of Matt Covey. Seeing that the submission hold has been released, Fiscus backs down and yells at the referee to stop the double-team. The referee turns around in time to see Big Nasty stepping back out of the ring and runs over to yell at him. Meanwhile, Sawyer has climbed to the second turnbuckle.

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

William Masters: It's not gonna happen.

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

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

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

Frustrated that Covey was able to get his shoulder up before the three count, Sawyer climbs to his feet and brings Matt with him. He whips Matt into his corner and runs and nails him with a body splash. He tags in Big Nasty, who climbs into the ring and continues the damage on Matt Covey. Big Nasty pulls Matt Covey out of the corner and kicks him in the gut before lifting him up and hitting not one, not two, but three powerbombs in succession! He rolls Covey over onto his stomach and locks in the Legendary Hold! Jarred Daniels: That's got to be it! Covey's back has been targeted through the whole match, and now this just adds more damage!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jarred Daniels: Matt Covey STILL refuses to go down!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

William Masters: Are you gonna do it?

Jarred Daniels: No, but--

William Masters: Then shut up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

William Masters: I love it!

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

Jarred Daniels: Oh come on, now what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jarred Daniels: Who the hell is that?!

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

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

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

The lights then go back out. After a few moments, the lights come back on, and the masked figure is gone. Jarred Daniels: Who the hell was that, and where did he go?

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

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Tom: And as we all know a few weeks later the ninja revealed himself as Ace king, the current I.C champion, who tonight has an opportunity to take his winning streak that bit further and face ex-IC champ Karl Jackson for an opportunity to be entered into the Tower of Power match, which we found out last week was for the World Heavyweight Championship. What a step up if Ace manages to get in there, and I cant wait to see him and Jackal square off again.

Wait, I’m getting word that our illustrious leader Chris Farley is heading to the stage, so lets go down there and see what he has to say

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Farley walks out on stage to a tremulous applause from the audience. With mic in hand he smiles to the fans before raising the mic to his lips

Farley: Hello Denver

The crowd get louder as they cheer the mention of their home town

Farley: So what do you think of Unleashed so far?

Another cheer greets this statement

Farley: And are we looking forward to Overdrive?

Applause and ruckus cheering nearly brings the house down

Farley: Ha, me too. But tonight I am here just to add a little stipulation to Unleasheds main event, which I know is great in itself. But we need to find out which team is truly the best, and to do that I think that tonights match has GOT to be… an elimination match.

More applause

Farley: That way we know definitively who the best team is. Which is what this is all about. So lets hope that Beautiful Agony, The Next Generation and Idolized bring their best, for you… the fans, tonight, only on Unleashed

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Tom: Excellent, a stipulation to tonights match that will make it all the more sweeter. I can’t wait for that, but first we have now a special interview with none other than Mafioso ‘The Kingpin’ Chris Ross. Who I managed to catch up with for a short time earlier tonight, we’ll take you back right now.

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Tom: Tom White here with an exclusive interview with 'The Kingpin' Chris Ross, hi Chris, thanks for joining us

Ross: It's a pleasure Mr. White.

Tom: Now, to get straight to it, in mid December you burst onto our screens, not in a blaze of glory, but rather in a blaze of criminal activity. What exactly was your motivation to make your impact in this way?

Ross: Motivation? Mr. White I was merely establishing myself. I came in with my top executive being Kimo Newton and we started form the ground up. In the business world you can't just open the doors and expect things to take off. You have to set the bar low and then build upon that.

Tom: Well you certainly did that, not only in criminal activity, but also between those ropes. Defeating opponent after opponent. Were you happy with the way your debuting month went? and also is there anything you would have changed?

Ross: Happy? It couldn't have gone any better. You see the more people know my name. The more people know about my business. And the more people know about my business... The more clients I will get. It's a chain of good fortune I call it. Sure my methods aren't entirely the most orthodox but in a business world like today you gotta do what you gotta do to get the job done. As far as your second question goes Mr. White, I simply would have changed one thing. Abducting Solomon Black months ago.

Tom: Wow! Well lets get back to the beginning of that, you seemed to be making a name by randomly 'hitting' everyone and anyone in the roster, from Mountain Man to the then owner Derek Damage, why exactly did Marsham become the one you chose to focus on?

Ross: Mr. Marsham became a target originally because he's a coward. He's a guy that plays by the rules and likes to be known as the technical guy. Let me tell you something Mr. White. I've learned one thing in life and that is playing by the rules gets you nowhere! I tried playing by the rules and what did it get me? Nothing! So I simply said the hell with it and started taking matters into my own hands! Because I did that look at what it brought me! So when Mr. Marsham started spewing his anti hardcore garbage that was when I heard enough. I hated the scum bag since I first laid eyes on him. The egotistical personality, the swagger like he actually accomplished anything, the whole attitude of he's the greatest in the world. He's nothing in my eyes. Mr. Marsham is nothing more than a simple cockroach that will get stepped on!

Tom: A cockroach that is taking up much of your time, but it seems no matter what you do you cant shake him. And then you faced him two times that ended in a draw, that must have been infuriating for you?

Ross: Indeed it was infuriating for me. However it also proven another thing to me. Mr. Marsham can never beat me in my world. He's taken me to the limit and I took him to the limit.

Tom: very true, and for these fans it has so far been a contest that has taken them on a rollercoaster ride in and out the ring. Back to you however, and during your ongoing feud with Marsham you started calling yourself 'The Kingpin', what exactly brought about this change?

Ross: Well it's simple. Business started booming. My kingdom rose from the ground. Clients started coming, money started pouring in. The "Krazy" nickname was a name I used for years. I figure it's out with the old and in with the new. Think of it as a business upgrade. The King Pin is a more respectable name. It means I'm the head master. I'm the one in charge. I'm the boss!

Tom: Well 'the boss' now has a match tonight, tagging with your ongoing foe, how is that going to work out, especially with emotions running so high between you and him, are you going to be able to co-exist to pull out the win?

Ross: Last time me and him worked together was fine. However this is much more different this time around. To put it to you bluntly Mr. White it all depends on if he brings me my money. Or maybe I'll simply flip a coin. Heads I help him... Tails I don't.

Tom: Well that's as straightforward as you can get. It has to be said though, he really does seem to under your skin, this has taken up the bulk of your tenure here so far. And lets also not forget that you are the number one contender to Mortius' Tag Belts right now, any plans on that front?

Ross: Ahhh yes the tag titles. Even though Mr. Montana decided to throw in a monkey wrench not allowing Kimo to be my partner I'm most certain that plenty of intelligent people would be willing to take on the business opportunity. It would be most foolish to let an opportunity like this go by.

Tom: very true. and I know tonight is going to be an amazing match as you take on the two number one contenders for the IC championship, what would a win over them mean, if you decide to help Marsham that is

Ross: What would it mean? It would be very nice. But as a business man sometimes you have to make sacrifices. And I am willing to sacrifice a victory over two top contenders if it means I get to see Mr. Marsham fail miserably.

Tom: Do you think that your animosity towards him will ever abate?

Ross: I honestly can't answer that right now. All I know is Mr. Marsham owes me 500,000 dollars or else Mr. Black will swim with the fishes. Where it will take us from there, I'm not sure.

Tom: Well I know we all wait with baited breath to find out. Thank you very much for joining us here tonight, and good luck for your match

Ross: Thank you Mr. White it was a pleasure. Oh and here is my card... Lines are always open.

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Tom: He certainly is a man with no remorse, and I shudder to see the next chapter In Ross and Marshams epic struggle with one another. But back to the here and now and next up we have a matchup straight out of a mental institution as X Division Champion Mr. Killjoy takes on the incomprehensible Psycho Steve.

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Mr. Killjoy vs Psycho Steve

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Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers and The sadistic clown Mr. Killjoy steps onto the stage to boos from the fans. He comes down the ramp, smiling in a twisted way and rolling into the ring.

Suddenly from out of the crowd Mike Monroe and Jacob Havok slide into the ring, looking outraged, catching Killjoy unawares Mike hold Killjoys arms behind his back and Havok starts to punch Killjoy, HARD, in the face, he can be heard to scream audibly

Havok: WHERE IS SHE?!

Killjoy simply looks at him and smiles, receiving another hard blow to the mouth, his bottom lip starts to bleed

Havok: WHERE IS SHE?!

Again Killjoy smiles, though it is not so wide, he then spits blood onto Havoks face, which just makes him angrier, another hard right to the mouth is delivered and Monroe lets go… for Killjoy to fall straight into Havoks waiting arm…

D…I…F…H!

Killjoy falls and Monroe and Havok roll out of the ring, looking extremely annoyed that they didn’t get their answers and start up the ramp

I will be heard by Hatebreed blares out and Steve runs out, past Monroe and Havok, and slides into the ring, obviously looking for the quick pin…

NO!

Steve holds out a hand and Killjoy looks up blearily… and smiles his twisted smile once more, grabbing Steves hand he pulls himself to his feet and both men run to the outside and up the ramp, after Killjoys retreating foes. Just before they hit the curtain Steve and Killjoy reaches them and they both club Havok and Monroe respectively on the back, sending them down. They are quickly back up however and start to battle each other back down the ramp, all the way to the ring, Monroe gets the upper hand over Psycho Steve and throws him to the inside, he turns to Havok battling with Killjoy and grabs him from behind, letting Havok grab him for a faceplant on the outside. Picking him up and rolling him in the ring alongside Steve. Beautiful agony slide in and take the aggressive once more on two men supposed to be facing one another. Mike goes down to Steve on the mat, grabs him by the head and bridges over, locking in the painful fade into darkness! Steve taps the canvas, obviously in pain

Havok grabs up Killjoy and bounces back off the nearby ropes, coming back with a swinging cutter, taking his foe down. Steve is still screaming out as Havok climbs the turnbuckle…

TIM TIMMONS AND ROB WRIGHT, FROM NOWHERE

The fans boo as Wright scales the turnbuckle with Havok on it, who is facing the crowd and doesn’t see it coming. Rob quickly grabs him and… WRIGHT STUFF from the top turnbuckle, while Timmons goes over to Steve and hit’s the bridged Monroe with a double leg drop to the gut, making Monroe break the hold and rolls around in pain, Timmons helps Steve to his feet and the two head towards Monroe, picking him up and dropping him straight back down with a double DDT, while at the same time Killjoy and Wright have lifted Havok and Killjoy grabs him by the neck from behind, lifting him high in a reverse suplex… Coulrophobia! Wright jumps up in a single bound to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the fans

Paralyzer by finger eleven starts over the speaker and the crowd go absolutely nuts as Evan Riley and Kyle Tyler walk out from behind the curtain, walking down the isle and genuflecting to the fans. Wright looks up at them and smiles before releasing with a huge elevation Wright Flight landing on Havoks sternum with enough force that Wright bounces straight off and grabs his own chest with the impact. Steve and Killjoy grab Monroe and drag his still lifeless body to the outside as Wright rolls out to, Idolized make it to the ring and step up on the apron. Timmons looks at the ref and shouts at him to call for the bell

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Idolized vs Beautiful Agony vs The Next Generation
Elimination triple threat tag team bout

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DING DING

Timmons picks the still hurting Havok up as Monroe makes his way back to his feet on the outside, he goes to slide in but is held back by Killjoy and Psycho Steve, struggling against them he can only watch as Timmons hits Havok with the T-Crusher and hooks the leg for the pin

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Back in the ring and Riley has stepped in to face Timmons before running to the ropes and bouncing off in a twisting crossbody, Timmons catches him but the weight added to the velocity was too much and he topples. Both men are quickly back to their feet and the crowd cheer on the now fan favourite. He bounces of the ropes once more, and slides between Timmons open legs, bounding up quickly to face Timmons back and landing an inverted DDT to the delight of the audience, he wanders over and tags in Tyler, both men heading over and lifting Timmons… double dropkick! Riley heads to the outside as Timmons slowly makes his way back up, Tyler takes Tim into an irish whip, reversed, sending Tyler to the turnbuckle, Timmons runs in, but Tyler gets an elbow up, reeling Tim back. Evan grabs the ropes on either side and lifts himself so he is sitting on the turnbuckle. He waits for Tim to turn… flying forearm knocking Timmons down. Wright is straining over the ropes, shouting at Timmons to make it over for the tag, Tyler goes to his corner and tags in Riley, who runs straight over to the other corner, bouncing of one rope and coming off in a triangle dropkick, sending Wright down while Tyler has lifted Timmons into a bearhug position his back to his partner. Riley lands from the dropkick on his feet and runs towards Timmons, jumping for Timmons head, which is raised above Tylers and hit’s a flying neckbreaker as Tyler completes a sit down slam. Tyler moves to the outside as Riley goes for the pin

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It’s over, Idolized win, Timmons rolls out of the ring to meet Wright, both men beaten and looking extremely annoyed hobble up the ramp to the jeers of the fans.

Idolized start to celebrate in the ring as Paralyzed hits and the crowds jeers turn to cheers.

As Next Generation walk through the curtain they bump into no other the Chris Farley, who looks at them and brushes his jacket where they bumped him. Timmons just scowls and continues through the curtain with Wright.

Farley: Cut the music

Idolized stop celebrating when they realise that Farley is up top. He looks down and begins to speak

Farley: Idolized, well done, I set up this match to find the truly dominant team from you three were, and you came out on top, I applaud you.

Idolized smile and turn back to the fans, who start cheering once more

Farley: BUT!

Idolized turn around and face the stage

Farley: Though I think you have done well to get out of your recent funk and start winning again, I think you need a bigger challenge, and believe me, this was not easy to set up

Intrigued Evan and Kyle look at each other and back to Farley

Farley: In conjunction with Overdrive I have arranged for you two, the winners of tonights match, to meet a tag team from the independent circuit, a team who had garnered a reputation as being able to perform and were a legitimately tough team. Funnily enough only one name stuck out, a name that might be familiar to you

The fans are hushed as they wait in anticipation for the announcement

Farley: So next week. For one week only, live… on Overdrive Idolized, will be facing…

A collective breath is taken and strained silence takes over the arena

Suddenly Rising Force by Yngwie Malmsteen plays and the crowd as one raise to there feet in a surprised, overwhelming cheer, so loud it drowns out the music. To cement what everyone already knows Travis and Douglas Storm step out from behind the curtain, throwing a smile to Farley as they make their way down the ramp, taking time to hi 5 the fans on either side. Inside the ring Even and Kyles expressions have remained unchanged. Finally the returning duo slide under the ropes and face up to their opponents for next week.

Idolized look at The Storm Brothers, a look of the arrogant Idolized of old is on there face. They look at each other and nod, taking a step towards the Storm Brothers as the fans hold there breath once more…

… and hold out there hands. The Storm Brothers look down and back up at their former foes, a smile breaks on their face as they clasp hands with Idolized. All four men are wearing grins as they stand in a row and raise each others arms in the air to the delight of the fans, and indeed Chris Farley up top, who applauds before stepping back through the curtain. Rising Force starts up once more as the camera pans out on the men in the ring, taking in the whole crowd, all on their feet.

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Copyright CZW 2009

CZW Overdrive begins as we see clips of previous events, previous 14 Overdrive’s before. The scene then fades into the arena as the sound levels rise high, as the fans cheer for the start of Overdrive, only for them to be drowned out by the fireworks that explode around the stage. The cameras scroll around the sold out arena, then lies on the CZW Commentators, Jarred Daniels and William Masters.

DANIELS: Hello and welcome yet again folks to another edition of high flying, hard hitting, butt clenching action from CZW Overdriiiiiiiiiive!!!!!!!

MASTERS: Your butt is clenched Jarred?!

DANIELS: Well the seats are cold, there giving me piles…ANYWAY! We are live here in the Pepsi Center, Denver, Colorado.

MASTERS: And still I have not got my damn Pepsi I ordered, I thought there speciality was there damn Pepsi.

DANIELS: You make me hurl sometimes, if not all times William. Anyway, again, tonight we bring to you, Ace King and the Jackal, finally, one on one for that spot in the Tower of Power.

MASTERS: Intense. We also have falls count anywhere, World Champ against former World Champ.

DANIELS: We have Mortius against Mayo, and look out for a new style Mortius, this guy is insane.

MASTERS: And you guys also get to see me for 2 long hours, you lucky lucky people…

DANIELS: Again…make me hurl. Ohhh wait…someone is making an appearance…

MASTERS: And out go the lights again, every damn week, I guess it’s time to hold on tight to my wallet again!

The lights in the arena suddenly go out for a brief moment. A video begins to play on the combat tron, and all the fans turn their attention to the big screen.

As the video continues to play and the lights begin to flash, Gregory Grantham, Eric Collum, Jeran Hudson, and Leah Kimara all walk out onto the stage wearing fashionably expensive looking clothing, and Eric with the CZW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his right shoulder. The four of them make their way down to the ring, ignoring the immense chorus of boos from the sold out crowd. One by one, they file up the steel steps in a cocky manner and step into the ring, Jeran holding the ropes for Leah. Grantham demands a microphone from the timekeeper, a demand which is quickly met. The lights return to normal and the music dies down, but the boos do not. Rather than wait all night for the fans to get quiet, Gregory raises the microphone to his mouth to speak.

Gregory Grantham: "Once again, perfection seems to have ignited a certain level of blindness and ignorance, even in the distinguished setting of Denver, Colorado."

The fans boo even louder as Grantham insults them along with their homestead. They wait in an angered level of anticipation as he continues; his trademark grin of superiority clearly shown across his face..

Gregory Grantham: "It's okay, really. We all understand that just like Jesse Montana, just like Team XTC, like the Whole Damn Blow, and everyone else in that locker room, you are all scared of the things that are destined to come out of this formation. You've all witnessed the sheer destruction that is both possible and probable at our hands, and it intimidates each and every one of you down to your inner core."

Grantham pauses, allowing for the hot Denver crowd to shift the temperature of the Mile-High City with their sheer hatred for the men before them in the ring; the three members of 2-8_1. Grantham then hands the microphone to Jeran Hudson, who possesses a glare nearly mirroring that of Grantham's. He continues on with the groups' message, initiated by Grantham...

Jeran Hudson: "It never...gets...old...does it? When will you people apply logic to the fact that the days of silence have come to a well deserved end? The days of factions taking over with greater numbers has ended. Team XTC, Elite Revolution, The Upstarts, Beautiful Agony, System of Supremacy, Whole Damn Show.....They're done. Your telling yourself that XTC is still alive...it isn't. They are as alive as a domesticated rodent, running in it's wheel...going...nowhere. You try to justify the same with the Whole Damn Show....but I knock you down to reality. And the reality is that there is not one damn man in that stable that holds a future in this company. They're past their prime, and they damn well know it. Their stable is proof that when you fail to put an ounce of thought into something, it blows up in your face. Not to mention that the same can be said about each and everyone of their careers"

The deafening sounds of negative rants continue to bombard Jeran. As if to not give a single care to any of it, he continues.

Jeran Hudson: "And then...there's us....2....8....1. The faction that no one saw coming. The faction that made a statement from day one. And unlike all of the other factions that have come and gone in CZW, THIS faction hit the ground running. And we've yet to be stopped. So you sit there, and you boo us? Why? Because all three of us have managed to use intelligence before ignorance? Because we're the first team to lack the dud? You boo as much as you want, Denver. The fact will remain the same, there is not one team here that will EVER come close to what we are about to do to not only this company, but to wrestling as we know it. You can only deny it for so long. Afterwards, the truth will end up speaking for itself. The truth being that intelligence defeats stupidity...every...single...time. We are a team. And not only are we a team, but a band of brothers. A family. There is not one man among us that will turn their back on helping the other out. We don't need to be lead by anyone. Our destiny does that already. As far as greed, it does not exist in this faction...only support. And that...is all the advantage we need."

Hudson grins after his comments and passes the microphone to Eric Collum. Eric takes the microphone and raises it to his lips, but his attempts at beginning his part of the speech are drowned out by the booing of the audience. He lowers the microphone and flexes his jaw, shifting the World title higher up his shoulder and raising the microphone once more to try and talk over the crowd.

Eric Collum: "And yet, there's always that one teeny, tiny little obstacle that has to stand in the way of a plan being executed in absolute perfection. This obstacle I speak of has not quite made it to the status of being a thorn in my side, no. It's more along the lines of a minuscule splinter in my finger. I'm talking, of course, about Eddie Rowan."

The fans' reaction changes to cheers at the mention of Eddie's name, and the thought of a threat to 2-8_1.

Eric Collum: "Go ahead. Eat it up. Cheer him while he still has the strength to come out here and perform each and every week, because his career is about to come to an end. You see, after Volatile Day, when I did EXACTLY what I said I would do, when I pinned Eddie Rowan's ass in the center of this very ring to retain MY World title, I did something afterward that was extremely uncharacteristic of me. I offered to shake Eddie's hand, as a show of respect. Going into that match, I had expected Eddie to leave it all at home and show up with a half-assed attempt at taking this belt from around my waist, but he proved me wrong when he stepped into the ring and kept me on my toes. I shook his hand for the simple fact that I admired the guts that he displayed in doing something nobody has yet been able to do, and that is to stand up to me and bring the fight to my very doorstep. So what does Eddie do to repay my act of respect and generosity? He comes out and creates a distraction last week during my match against Justin Marsham. I had that match in the bag, I was about to add another name to the very long list of peasants that have fallen before me, and Eddie Rowan saw fit to come down to ringside and threaten my well-being."

The fans now boo once more at Eric's twisted version of the story, but he continues nonetheless.

Eric Collum: "Because of Eddie Rowan's interference, I was robbed of a victory against Justin Marsham. I have not lost a match since the Stable Wars Elimination Chamber at the one year anniversary show, and my nothing less than impressive winning streak was brought to an end because of that pesky Eddie Rowan. It's funny how it took two of these little pests to bring me down, and yet, I'm still standing. And this is where it all comes back to what Jeran was saying. Intelligence will defeat ignorance on any given Sunday, and Eddie Rowan proved that theory. If Eddie Rowan were anywhere near as intelligent, manipulative, and calculated as any one of us standing in this ring, he would have chosen a more meaningful match in which to screw me over. But he didn't. Instead, he chose to cost me a match in which I had absolutely nothing to lose, and therefore proved that he doesn't belong in the same thought process as myself or any member of my family in the ring at this very moment. Instead of really screwing with my head and costing me in a title match, Eddie chose a tune-up match to interfere in, therefore becoming nothing more than an annoying nuisance. No matter how big the threat, he must still be neutralized. He chose to embarrass our entire faction by costing us a clean sweep on the night, so now, I'm going to embarrass him. Eddie Rowan has become a problem for us, and as such, he must be dealt with accordingly. We will NOT tolerate anybody's disrespect, and we're going to make that very clear by making an example out of Eddie Rowan."

Eric turns and leans over the ropes, staring up at the combat tron.

Eric Collum: "Eddie, I know you're back there even though you're not scheduled to compete tonight, and I know you're listening to every word that's coming out of my mouth. So instead of taking the coward's way out and attacking me later in my match with El Pablo like I'm sure you're planning on doing, why don't you be a real man and come and hit me when I'm expecting it...let's say, oh...NOW!"

The fans cheer at the idea of a confrontation between Eddie and Eric. A few quick seconds pass by, but there is no entrance of anybody.

Eric Collum: "I'll tell you what, Eddie. I've got all night. You really think it matters to me whether or not Mike King or Buck Evans get to wrestle tonight? I'm going to stay right here in this very ring until you decide to grab your stones, bring your sorry ass out here, and face me like a man."

Eric angrily demands a steel chair from the timekeeper, and is quickly given one. He sets it up in the center of the ring and takes a seat, folding his arms and waiting for Eddie to come out. After a few more moments, "Doomsday Clock" by the Smashing Pumpkins finally blares over the public address system and Eddie Rowan walks out onto the stage to a fair ovation, microphone in hand. The music dies down and Eddie addresses his challenger.

Eddie Rowan: "Face you like a man, Eric? Is that why you've got your posse down there in the ring with you? Are you too scared to go it alone against me? It's because you know you'll lose this time, isn't it?"

Eric scowls harder and harder with every word coming from Eddie's mouth. He eventually stands up, kicking the chair out of the way.

Eric Collum: "You think I need Jeran and Greg to help me kick your ass? You are very sadly mistaken, my friend. I wouldn't have it any other way than one-on-one, because I want the ass-kicking you're about to receive to be my pleasure and my pleasure alone. Guys, go on, I got this."

Hudson, Grantham, and Kimara all look at Eric, perplexed. Nonetheless, they oblige his request and exit the ring on either side as Eddie slowly and cautiously makes his way down the ramp. He looks from side to side, every now and then glancing back into the ring to keep an eye on all members of 2-8_1. Jeran, Leah, and Gregory circle around behind Eddie, allowing him freedom from the sides to be able to roll into the ring and face Eric. Eddie glances back to ensure that the rest of them are still backing up the ramp, then turns and focuses his attention on Eric, who taunts him by raising the World title high in the air. Eddie nods his head and rubs his hands together in anticipation, but as he does so, Jeran Hudson and Gregory Grantham slide back into the ring from behind him and blindside him, knocking him down to his knees. The crowd boos heavily as all three men now begin to stomp away at Eddie with Kimara outside directing traffic. Grantham picks Eddie up onto his feet before lifting him up onto his shoulders. Without hesitation, he continues his assault with a devastating 4.0! Eddie lies motionless in the center of the ring, but his adversaries are far from finished. Eric motions for his partners to lift Eddie up, and they bring him up to his knees. Eric then grabs the steel chair he was sitting on just moments before, folds it up, runs, and bashes Eddie's skull in with a sickening thud. Eddie slumps over onto the ground, unconscious, and Eric points at him while screaming something to Hudson. Jeran smiles evilly and backs up a few paces, staring intently at Eddie. As Rowan begins to stir slightly, attempting to push himself up onto his hands and knees, Jeran runs and executes a picture perfect Re_Boot, punting Eddie right in the temple with every ounce of his momentum. Eric then sets up the steel chair on all fours and lifts a groggy Eddie to his feet, Grantham and Hudson helping him balance as blood has begun to trickle from his brow and his lip. Eric picks up his World title, shoving it right into Eddie's face in a taunting manner, pointing to the name engraved at the bottom. He then drops the title to the mat and picks Eddie up, setting him up to be hit with a third finishing maneuver. He repositions himself near the chair and drops Eddie with the Collumbine! Head first down onto the set up steel chair! Eddie crumples and lies motionless in the ring, blood now pouring profusely from his face. Eric picks up his World title, still screaming insults at the unconscious body of Eddie Rowan, as Jeran Hudson, Gregory Grantham, and Leah Kimara join him in the center of the ring. The four of them stand there, holding each others' arms high in the air in victory. Eric holds up his World title with the hand not holding up Grantham's arm, and looks down at Eddie while breathing heavily. "City" by Hollywood Undead hits the speakers once more and the four of them exit the ring. They back slowly up the ramp, Eric still screaming inaudible insults at Eddie as the fans continue to pour forth wave after wave of jeers. The four members of 2-8_1 stop at the top of the ramp and pose once more before turning and filing backstage, absolutely pleased with their heinous assault on Eddie Rowan.

DANIELS: My god we will get help for Eddie, lets take a break folks, we will be back hopefully with our opener, the Television champion against his long term friend and rival, Mike King, Good God what a mess they made of Eddie Ro…

(cuts to commercial)

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

-=- NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH -=-
"Mr. Entertainment" BRIAN BLAZE vs. "Badd Company" MIKE KING

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

Let me Entertain You starts to play over the sound system. It plays until the Let Me Entertain you has started to be sung. One that has been said a big explosion goes off on the stage. Then Mr. Entertainment appears on stage and lifts his hands in the air as sparks flows down behind him. He is wearing a long coat that has Mr. Entertainment written on the back. The World Television Championship is worn around his waist.

He enters the ring ignoring the people’s cheers or boos being focused for his match. Once he enters the ring he takes his coat off revealing black Wrestling pants with Brian written on one leg and Blaze on the other both in blue.

“Won’t Back Down” by Fuel is then heard as Mike King rushes to the ring. As soon as he slides beneath the ropes, the fans ignite. The official is quick to call the start of the match as these two competitors size each other up. Eventually, King and Blaze lock-up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. King wrenches Blaze’s arm and moves immediately into a hammer lock position. Blaze reacts with a quick elbow to his midsection and throws him down with a fireman’s carry.

King is not down long. When he returns to his feet, he lands a hard knife edged chop across Blaze’s chest. Blaze responds with one of his own. The two then hit each other with a flurry of shots; and they do not end until Blaze has King backed into a corner. From the corner, Blaze takes King’s head with a front face lock and then spins off the ropes!

Jarred Daniels: “Tornado DDT!”

NO!

William Masters: “King drops Blaze with a sit-out power-bomb as a counter! He applies a weak pin to boot!”

One.

Tw—Blaze kicks out!

Jarred Daniels: “It does not take long for both men to regain a vertical base. They both lock up once more. Blaze now takes control and buries King into a corner. He drives a knee into his gut, driving the air from King’s lungs, and then mounts him.”

William Masters: “Did you just say that Blaze mounts Mike King?”

A sequence of fists are driven into King’s skull. Fans count out loud as each fist lands:

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seve—NO!

King musters all the strength he can and storms out from the turnbuckle, taking Blaze with him. He snaps Blaze forward and slams him into the canvas with a devastating Alabamaslam! Blaze’s head bounces off the canvas and King, hooking his opponent’s legs, rolls through with a bridge for the pin:

One.

Two.

Thr—NO!

Jarred Daniels: “The third count is not to be as Blaze forces King off of him and rolls to a knee. He must shake of the daze that King inflicted upon him. King does not want to give him the chance. These two men are taking it to each other and both men lock up yet again!“

Whipped off the ropes, King picks up a full head of steam. He looks to turn the tables on Blaze and throws a clothesline. Blaze ducks beneath and takes off towards the opposite ropes. As the two are brought together once more in the middle of the ring, Blaze throws up a foot and nearly decapitates King with the Blazing Arrow! Fans stand as the Television Champion makes a quick cover:

One.

TWO!

THR—NO!

King forces a shoulder up and – in a daze – rolls to the ring apron. Blaze is quick to his feet and hurries to meet King. Mike King, a man who has been on the hardcore scene for some time, is to a knee by the time Blaze reaches over the top rope to take hold of his opponent. King reacts quickly, snagging Blaze by the head and dropping to the outside – forcing Blaze’s neck to get hung up on the top rope!

Snapping off the top rope, Blaze strikes the canvas and King returns to the ring. A series of boots are driven into Blaze’s upper body, yet he is able to fight up to a vertical base. Blaze shoves King off and sends him flying overhead with a massive belly to belly suplex! He hurries across the ring to collect the damaged King and drags him upwards. A snap suplex is executed and Blaze retains the position. He pulls King back up and then plants him forward in an impressive seated facebuster!

William Masters: “Blaze covers!”

One.

Two!

King gets a shoulder up and – in the process – ensnares Blaze’s right arm. He rolls Blaze into a Fugiwara arm-bar. Blaze fights to get out from the submission and King shifts his weight and pulls Blaze upwards in a hammerlock. One quick movement by King and he executes his Keylock Driver! Blaze strikes hard and King rolls him over for a cover.

One.

Two.

Thr—NO! Kickout by Blaze who promptly cradles King down in a small package variation.

One.

Two!

Mike King shifts his weight and brings Blaze’s shoulders down across the canvas:

One.

Tw—NO! Blaze slips out once again. King bounds up and applies a rear waist lock. Blaze with a back elbow and he switches positions. Hauling King upwards, Blaze attempts a German Suplex. NO! King with a huge back elbow and he reverses, switching positions with Blaze and into another rear waist lock. Badd Plant takes Blaze down and allows King another pin attempt:

One.

Two.

Three!

Three?

NO! Blaze has the bottom rope with his hand. King is irate and slides to the outside, obtaining a steel chair. He is a former Hardcore Champion and he is looking to make certain Blaze remembers that. When King returns to the ring, Blaze seeks the advantage. He immediately drop-kicks the chair into King’s right knee and then takes off towards the ropes. King is staggered and is unknowing as Blaze returns!

Jarred Daniels: “Once again, Blaze attempts a Blazing Arrow! King ducks and Blaze gets hung up in the ropes!” It does not take King long to set up the steel chair and return his attention to Blaze. He sets Blaze into position for King Krash finishing maneuver. He lifts him, but Blaze somehow, someway manages to reverse. He, instead, pulls King onto his back. Blaze dives forward, executing a variation of the Celtic Cross, onto the upright steel chair!

The chair folds and King is knocked out cold. Blaze snags a leg and applies the cover:

One.

Two.

Three!

Jarred Daniels: “Brian Blaze wins! He just beat Badd Company in an awesome match!”

Masters: Two former friends, maybe not friends anymore, I love it when friends split up.

Daniels: I don’t know whether they are or not, but what I do know is that they may again wrestle for that belt, the TV Title, and when they do friends do not exist in the ring.

Masters: You got that right, and speaking of former friends, next we have two former Elite revolution members, McNeil against Grantham…you think they will be friends, Jarred?

Daniels: I doubt that very much, and especially with a World Title shot on the line!

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

The scene opens inside the office of the CW General Manager and Former CZW President, Jesse Montana. Though the cameras are now recording, Jesse Montana very likely isn’t aware the cameras are focused on him now, in fact, Jesse Montana most probably isn’t even aware the cameramen are inside his office at this point in time. In the camera shot, we see the back of Montana’s suit, a gray gravel color. He is standing up at his desk clearly heavily focused on something underneath the desk, Jesse making erratic jerking movements as the cameraman begins to sweat with confusion.

Oh yeah get in there, that’s it all the way all the way, keep it going…oh yeah that is good, that is fucking good!

Slowly the cameraman walks closer to Montana, who is ferociously making arm movements. Jesse Montana begins to get louder as his voice begins to shake the whole office, ornaments beginning to fall from the cabinets, pictures beginning to free themselves from the hooks on the walls. The cameraman now coughs, trying to gain the General Manager’s attention. Jesse Montana seems to be totally distracted though, now banging his fists on the table, groaning and almost laughing. The cameraman now taps Montana on the shoulder, coughing once again, this time Montana as he was just picking up a bottle of tonic water jumps, turning around as he squeezes down on the bottle, spraying liquids into the lens and the cameraman, and all down his own pants. The cameraman wipes the lens as he now zooms in, Jesse Montana standing there, completely red in the face, sweat pouring down his forehead, but even more inappropriate, he has a huge wet stain down his crotch where the water squirted all over his pants.

Holy shit man, why didn’t you knock, why did you just storm in here like that?!

The cameraman takes a few steps back as he looks down, not only Jesse Montana looking strange, but out comes an oldish woman, wearing a maid’s outfit, looking all flustered and bothered. She too is completely drenched as the bottle too must have sprayed her, but due to all the shock, the cameraman has no idea that it was the tonic water that wet everyone.

Oh my…Mr. Montana I had no idea…I mean…I had no clue that you …well that you were so busy…I mean I can come back at another time.

Jesse Montana reaches out to stop him but the cameraman throws down the camera and runs away, screaming, clearly shocked by the whole inexcusable situation. The maid gets up from under the desk, as we see her with a vacuum cleaner, as she must have been hovering up the floor, Jesse Montana telling her where to do it, or even doing it himself. Montana looks a little confused as his maid asks what is up with the cameraman.

What’s his problem?!

Montana shrugs his shoulders, as he goes back to playing on his PSP, clearly what all the rash movements were that he was making, and drinking on his tonic water.

I have no idea Janette, and oh yeah, I’m sorry for spilling that tonic water on you, have you finished cleaning?

Yeah, all done.

She walks out of the office, waving at Jesse as she says her goodbyes.

As Jesse goes back to playing on the PSP, another man walks through into the office, Montana once again making certain strange noises. This man seems to have a letter in his hands, wanting to hand it over to Montana.

Sir…SIR…I have this for you.

What is it with you guys constantly sneaking up on me, it’s like you want to catch me of guard or something, anyway, thanks for that, now get out please.

Jesse Montana ushers the young man out of the office and begins to open the letter. Once inside he reads it as the camera zooms in, his eyes cold as he stares with anger…

Notice from the newest member of the CZW Board of Directors…just for you Jesse.

1. Jesse Montana can not make any physical contact with Maynard O’Toole during his match with Mortius this week. If he does, he will automatically be signed into a match against Maynard O’Toole at Road to Glory 2.

2. If Jesse Montana makes any physical contact with Ace King during the match between Jackal and Ace King, then this will automatically forfeit Karl Jackson from the Tower Of Power match at Road to Glory 2. In order to fortify this, three members of Beautiful Agony or XTC will be ringside as special enforcers.

Thank you and good luck Jesse.

Jesse Montana screws it up and growls aggressively. He then heard some controversy outside his office as he opens the door, and is suddenly met with Edie Rowan, bloodied and bruises but still, standing.

‘My God man what are you doing here? You should be in hospital.’

‘I am not going anywhere until I get what I want Jesse. I know we have never seen eye to eye, I am in Whole Damn Show yada yada, man I want…no I NEED a match with Eric Collum next week for the World Title, he thinks he can just run around here doing whatever he likes now he has got his new found posse, and because he is so much of a coward, he had his posse attack me, well I am not gonna stand for that Montana, give me the match man.’

‘Look, just chill before you give yourself a hernia. Now, as you know, this Tower of Power, you know the one you failed to qualify in, well that is now for the World Title belt. I am gonna give you another shot because I’m a nice guy. Next week if you can beat Eric Collum in a singles match non title, I will enter you into the Tower of Power, good doing business with you Eddie.’

Eddie Rowan rapidly decides to hug Jesse as he is so excited, Montana getting blood all over his million dollar suit.

‘Yeah now get outta here you damn swine’

Jesse Montana goes back into his office as Eddie Rowan leave. Jesse Montana now stares into space for a few seconds, then goes and picks up the screwed up piece of paper, looking at it as the scene fades.

DANIELS: So Montana has an enemy in the BoD apparently, not just Brian then, this isn’t good for the Sensation. This main event now too now with three special enforcers, all BA?XTC members.

MASTERS: How dare this person, and how dare Rowan getting his blood over the lovely suit of Jesse Montana.

DANIELS: Anyway, as promised, it’s the first ToP qualifier for tonight. NEXT!

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

TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH -=-
"The Graduate" GREGORY GRANTHAM vs. "The One Man Show" RONNIE McNEIL

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

Masters: The Tower of Pain match is going to be a true spectacle and CZW’s Road II Glory and there will be qualifying matches held up until the event to see who Eric Collum will have to defend his World Heavyweight Title against.

Daniels: That’s right, if people thought his match with Eddie was going to be a challenge. Then they now have to realize that he is defending his title against seven other men.

Masters: I believe that is a damn travesty, however Eric could be getting some back up after this match is over.

Upgrade Brigade by Fair to Midland blasts over the speakers as the fans boo as Gregory Grantham is on the stage.

Jessica: Making his way to the ring, he is from Houston, Texas. He is The Graduate Gregory Grantham.

Masters: If this man wins the match then Eric would have to feel like he has a weight lifted off of his shoulders.

Daniels: Yeah, if Gregory is dumb enough to not actually try and win the World Heavyweight Title.

Masters: He isn’t the smartest superstar in CZW for no reason Daniels.

King of My World by Saliva is now playing over the sound system as Gregory is waiting impatiently in the ring as Ronnie McNeil is standing on the stage now to a mixed response of mainly boos. He is seen wearing the T.V. Title he stole from Brian Blaze as he makes his way towards the ring.

Jessica: His opponent, from Birmingham Alabama. He is “The One Man Show” Ronnie McNeil.

Daniels: The current holder of the T.V. Title is in a great spot to compete for that World Heavyweight championship then he could claim double gold. Despite the fact he stole the T.V. Title from Brian Blaze.

Masters: Ronnie didn’t steal anything, he simply borrowed without asking idiot.

Daniels: Well the bell has sounded as both men are in the ring and the match is under way. The two men tie up as Grantham gets Ronnie in a headlock. Ronnie then gets out of the headlock by sending Grantham to the ropes. Ronnie then sends Grantham flying with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Masters: Grantham is quickly up to his feet as he holds the back of his head and the two men start circling the ring again. The two men tie up again as this time Ronnie gets a headlock in on Grantham as Grantham manages to muscle out of it by sending Ronnie into the ropes. Grantham appears poised to send Ronnie flying with a back body drop as Ronnie leap frogs over Grantham.

Daniels: Ronnie stops on a dime right behind Grantham who turns around and is hit with a beautiful dropkick from Ronnie. Grantham is down but quickly back to his feet again as Ronnie seems to have the clear advantage so far in this match.

Masters: Grantham is just biding his time Daniels he has a plan that will turn this match into a complete one eighty into his favor> Daniels: That time seems to have just come now as the two men went to tie up and Grantham blatantly pokes Ronnie in the eyes. Grantham then twists them arm only to hit a short arm close line as Ronnie is down. Grantham goes for a cover 1...no way to early to try and get a pin fall on Ronnie.

Masters: Was I not right though. What most peope would call questionable methods I just call smart wrestling. He uses the thumb to the eyes to get his spot and takes full advantage. Genius wrestling. Now Grantham has Ronnie up and goes for a German Suplex. Ronnie is now throwing some elbows as he is trying to get out of it and does. Ronnie is now charging at Grantham but he is dropped with a beautiful super kick from Grantham.

Daniels: Great recovery there from Grantham as Ronnie is down yet again. Grantham in the corner catching his breath as Ronnie is slow to his feet but is finally able to get to his feet. Grantham then starts walking towards Ronnie who turns right into a kick to the gut and is hit with a DDT from Grantham. Grantham goes for another cover 1.…2...no. Ronnie manages to get the shoulder up.

Masters: Grantham is in complete control and I love it.

Daniels: Grantham seems to have found a question he can’t answer. What does he need to do to beat Ronnie McNeil? Well maybe this is crazy enough as Grantham is going to the top rope.

Masters: Grantham is perched on the top rope as he is waiting for Ronnie to get up. Ronnie is finally to his feet as Grantham takes off and….hit’s a missile dropkick beautiful. Grantham goes for another cover 1...2...no. Ronnie still manages to get the shoulder up.

Daniels: There is no quit in Ronnie that is for sure. He definitely wants his chance in Tower of Pain and that World Heavyweight Championship.

Masters: Too bad Grantham has Ronnie up and the 4.0 is only seconds away.

Daniels: That doesn’t seem to be the case as Ronnie manages to get out of it. Grantham turns around as Ronnie hits Grantham with a right. He is now going off on Gregory with a flurry of punches of kicks to the head and midsection of Gregory Grantham.

Masters: Ronnie has Grantham backed into the corner as he doesn’t seem to be letting up in the slightest. Ronnie finally stops as Grantham stumbles forward a few steps and falls flat on his face. Ronnie then picks Grantham up and hits him with a double under hook suplex as Ronnie floats over and goes for the pin 1.…2...no.

Daniels: Grantham managed to get the shoulder up but Ronnie is on absolute fire. Grantham is nor up to his feet as Ronnie sends him into the ropes. Ronnie then hits Grantham with a huge high angle Spinebuster as Grantham tries to rolls out of the ring. Ronnie then scrambles over to Grantham and stops him form leaving the ring.

Masters: That damn Ronnie. He won’t even let Gregory go outside and catch his breath.

Daniels; Why would he masters this is professional wrestling not ballet.

Masters: You’re gay that’s way.

Daniels: Ronnie has Grantham up again as Ronnie hits Grantham with that Death Valley Driver he calls the Magic City Drive. Pinfall…1...2.…NO!

Masters: Grantham is just as hungry as Ronnie he just appears to be in a horrible state at the moment but there is no quit in him.

Daniels: Well it appears as if there will be some quit in Grantham as Ronnie is going for Imperfections and he hits it. Cover 1...2...3!

Masters: That’s it folks, Ronnie McNeil is going to Tower of Power after a huge win over Grantham! Wait. Let Me Entertain You is blasting through the sound system as Ronnie hears it and gets up and looks at the stage. Brian Blaze wants his title back and he isn’t wasting any more time, but where is he?

Daniels: Ronnie is still in the ring as the referee hands Ronnie Brian’s title as Ronnie starts hitting the top turnbuckle. And Brian - WAIT!

Masters: Wait look at this. Brian Blaze just ran out beside us from the crowd. Ronnie has no idea RONNIE TURN AROUND!

Daniels: He can’t hear you dumb ass as Brian turns him around and hits him with the Blaze of Glory in the middle of the ring.

Masters: Brian might have just dug himself a grave he won’t soon escape form. Sure he grabbed his T.V. Title and got it back but soon he will have to face Ronnie in that ring and when that time comes Ronnie is going to destroy Brian Blaze.

Daniels: He may do just that, but Blaze only got his own belt back, he won it in the first place. Anyway, up next folks, Maynard and Mortius, and if Montana hits Mayo, we see them at he PPV!

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

-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
"The OGT" MAYNARD O'TOOLE vs. MORTIUS w/Jesse Montana

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

TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, this foll…

‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play, cutting off the delicate voice of Jessica Towers.

DANIELS: And as promised the General Manager is out at ringside for this match, and it seems like every week now he has to be involved in a Maynard O’Toole match.

MASTERS: Yes of course, if he wasn’t involved in Maynard’s matches, the ratings for the show would go right down the toilet, I mean he hasn’t even won a match so far in 2009, Jesse Montana brings excitement to this booking.

DANIELS: I highly disagree, a match between the mysterious Mortius and the former World Champion Maynard O’Toole is exciting just to even think about.

MASTERS: Well Mr. I get my pants wet for every booking, you get excited way too easily, and as Mr. Montana arrives on the stage, I just hope you calm yourself down a little out here.

Jesse Montana gets a flurry of boos, people chanting obscenities, throwing items at him. Montana strides down the ramp, as though the boos were cheers, as though the beer swilling fans who hurl abuse and items at him were luscious women throwing their underwear at him, the smile on his face pissing everyone off.

MASTERS: Don’t you just have to admire the elegance in this man, the class, the ex…

DANIELS: This man lives in a World of his own, Montana land where all the superstars are his property, and it’s Maynard and Brian Damage who seem to be making him slowly see reality, one day he will wake up and realize he doesn’t have all the power…

MASTERS: One day you will wake up and have respect for the people who pay your wages, you darn juvenile swine.

DANIELS: Last time I checked, the name on my check was Brian Damage, and what does that have to do with this man, continually interfering in Maynard’s matches.

MASTERS: It was Maynard who attacked Mr. Montana in the TLC match with that skinny Scarlet Blaze. He should have been fair, in fact he never should have been in the match in the first place, now you miserable little squirrel like fiend, shut you trap and bow down to Mr. Montana, before I tell him what you have been saying.

DANIELS: I would never bow down to such a man.

Jesse Montana circles the ring peering at Jarred Daniels, asking him how his ankle is after last week, then stands waiting at ringside, a manager in the corner of Mortius.

MASTERS: Did you see that, even though your such a prick, he still has concerns for his staff, how is your ankle anyway?

DANIELS: Well luckily that grizzly bear like Jackal never got me in his Jackal lock, Ace King saved me, much to the dismay of Montana I dare say.

MASTERS: Shame, maybe if he had of snapped your freaking ankle, I could be out here commentating with real talent like Jenny Jacobs or even Jessica Towers.

DANIELS: Oh really??? I doubt she would be interested in a dirty old man like you, in fact, she told me once that she had always been uncomfortable whenever you spoke to her.

MASTERS: And when exactly did these women ever speak to you Jarred?! Are you sure your not mistaking your perverted like dreams to be real life.

DANIELS: No, because you were still there, and trust me William, your never in my dreams. But one match that is reality folks, and no dream is Mortius against Maynard, and as Mortius is about to make his way down here, we will talk about him…OH MY! WHAT AN EXPLOSION!!!

The ringside bursts with flames as Tearing the Veil from Grace begins to play, scaring Jarred Daniels.

MASTERS: Mortius loves the flames, they give him his power or so I have been told, and this man has changed, he has become something I only see in my worst nightmares, and look at him, look at this monster…

Mortius walks out onto the stage wearing a read and black outfit, along with a mask, covering his recently scarred/burnt face.

TOWERS: On h…his…w…w…way to the r…ring…w…w…

Jessica takes a huge breath as she tries her hardest to do her job, clearly frightened of the flames.

…weighing in at 304 lbs, and hailing from San Antonio, Texas…m…m…MORTIUS!

Jessica sits down sweat pouring down her face as she cringes, another set of flames protruding for the ringside and up the stage.

MASTERS: AHHHHHH!!!! Not only is this freak scaring my future wife, he is also going to burn the General Manager alive, step away FROM THE FLAMES JESSE!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: Oh calm down, he is no where near the flames, and Mortius clearly having a change of well…character as he comes out here tonight, I am not sure what is on his mind, however he hasn’t been the same recently.

MASTERS: And that beast holds both Global tag titles on his shoulders, and what team would want to step into the ring with him?!

Mortius steps through the eerie darkness that surrounds the stage. As the piercing red and yellow light shine down on him, there is a slight disturbance from the fans as it shows his new style, his red and black mask, just his dark eyes staring through is left of his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, making sure he looks around at the fans either side of him, most of them reluctant to try and reach out. He suddenly stops as he looks down at Jesse Montana who is lost for words. Suddenly Mortius then raises his arms as another blast of fire smothers the ringside area, Jesse Montana jumping out of his skin as Mortius walks past him, motionless. He climbs into the ring as he stands tall in the center, now raising his arms once more as more fire blazes through, the ringside now filled with smoke as his music dies down.

DANIELS: Not only the fans are intimidated by this creation, so is Jesse Montana, I thought he was going to soil himself during that entrance.

MASTERS: Poor Montana, why has he aligned himself with such a cringe-worthy monster, I mean Mortius used to be normal, well when I say normal I mean normal compared to the usual asylum roster.

DANIELS: And as we wait for Maynard to arrive here, we must sit in this thick smoke, still hovering around after the blazing entrance from Mortius.

MASTERS: And he is okay, he has some stupid mask to cover his respiratory parts from this poisoness miasma, I have to sit here getting lung cancer and having these grosslingly perspicuous orangutans cough and splutter behind me.

DANIELS: Well I doubt you can get lung cancer from this fake smoke William, but I understand your point, it isn’t pleas…OH WAIT…HERE COMES MAYO!!!

MASTERS: Tell him to bring out a damn gyrating fan…core blimey!

‘Symphony of Destruction’ by Megadeth has been playing for 30 seconds before Maynard finally arrives on the stage, his eyes now focused on the ring, though one may be having a slight glance at Jesse Montana who starts to shout towards Maynard.

DANIELS: Can’t someone shut this guy up? Can’t he choke on some of the damn smog?!

MASTERS: I hope your referring to that fat man over their eating the hot dog in the crowd, otherwise I severely suggest you alter your tone young man.

DANIELS: What are you? A damn school teacher? I am talking about Montana, he has so much hatred for Maynard, and I believe it’s because he stole his thunder after his ‘fall’ back at Horrorcore.

MASTERS: Nonsense Jarred. Montana was happy for Maynard to get the Gold, he doesn’t want the World Title Jarred, if he did he would have it now, belee dat!

DANIELS: Okay calm down Zodiac. I can’t wait to see Montana get what he deserves, Maynard and Montana one on one, man on man, it has to happen.

MASTERS: If Montana wants it yes, it would be a classic affair.

DANIELS: You know, Mr. Montana may slip up here, remember what we heard earlier on William, if Montana lays even a finger on Maynard this evening, that match WILL take place.

MASTERS: Says who? Brian Damage? He is just throwing his weight around, I am sure the Board of Directors would fire him if they knew what he was like.

DANIELS: They can’t fire Brian, his Dad built the company, and that match is gonna happen if Montana does one of his crooked attacks again. Belee Dat Mr. Masters.

Maynard is now at the bottom of the ramp as Montana and O’Toole go eye to eye, face to face.

TOWERS: And his opponent, weighing in at 255 lbs and hailing from Fayetteville, North Carolina, the OGT…MAYNARD O’TOOLE!

The fans begin to cheer, chanting for Maynard to get Montana, however Jesse steps back as Maynard walks past him, keeping his glazed stare upon him, entering the ring. As Maynard gets in the ring, his angered face becomes one of sheer fear as he realizes Mortius is staring down at him, his beady eyes baring through the hellacious mask. Maynard then back up as Mortius stays in the center of the ring, the music ending abruptly.

MASTERS: I think Mayo just realized Jarred just who or what he has to fight tonight.

DANIELS: It’s true, I wouldn’t like to be Maynard right now, his confidence must be dissolving all the time, having yet to win during the new year, and Montana isn’t making it any more easier being involved in his matches week after week.

MASTERS: Mr. Montana is a fair man, I am sure he is just out here to watch a great match close up, he won’t interfere.

DANIELS: No he won’t because if he does, he has to fight his rival at Road to Gory 2, and if I know Montana he doesn’t want that.

The referee signals for the start of the match as Montana begins shouting at Maynard, the fans drowning him out with boos, and chants for Maynard.

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- Mortius stands still, placed I the middle of the ring like he is stuck solid. The fans begin to make more noise as Maynard strides around the ring, looking for the chance to lock up. Maynard finally jumps in but instead of locking up, he stomps on the foot of Mortius. Mortius makes no movement, as though he had been hit by a mere draft, as he slowly looks down, the fans watch on as Maynard cringes, wishing he hadn’t done it. Mortius looks back up, silent, motionless, until eventually he explodes with right fists knocking Maynard quickly back to the ropes. Mortius Irish whips Mayo to the other side as he bounces off at pace, Mortius grabbing him easily and drops him down with a SIDEWALK SLAM!

MASTERS: Well that was a shocking for of attack from Maynard there, all his strength he possesses, all his heart he has, all his talent and he hits Mortius with a toe stomp?!

DANIELS: Yeah when we say work on a tall man’s legs, maybe do something better than stomp on his foot, I doubt he even felt it, Mortius making him pay for his well…drastic mistake!

MASTERS: If you were a wrestler Jarred, would that be your signature move? A toe stomp.

DANIELS: Hey I would shut up if I were you, I have wrestled once before and I beat someone very close by.

- At that moment Jesse Montana looks straight at Jarred, a dead stare as though he could hear what he said. He then looks back in the ring as he yells at Mortius to hurt his opponent. Mortius does just that as he begins to choke Maynard down to the mat, not releasing until the referee has to prize the large arms of Mortius off his throat.

MASTERS: I think Mortius is listening to Montana…I think he is taking orders from the boss.

DANIELS: Possibly, but I more believe that Mortius just likes to hurt his opponents anyway, he doesn’t need some maniac telling him to do what he loves so much…

MASTERS: Most wrestlers only dream of having possibly the most experienced wrestler in there corner…Mortius should feel blessed Jarred!

- Mortius picks Maynard up who is still trying to regain his breath, his head having turned red. Mortius picks Mayo up onto his shoulder as he drops him face first down onto the turnbuckle, Mortius then running off to the ropes as Maynard turns around…BOOT TO THE FACE!

DANIELS: OH MY…I bet Mayo wishes he hadn’t turned around there.

MASTERS: He should wish he never messed with Jesse Montana, Jarred.

DANIELS: And look at this, Mortius looks down on Jesse Montana who is STILL barking orders at Mortius. I mean you would have thought he had learnt his lesson last with Shawn Waters, now he is about to make Mortius angry.

MASTERS: Waters will pay, and Mortius hopefully is more intelligent, if not he will pay too.

- Mortius shakes off the annoyance of one Montana as he goes back to Maynard. He places his boot on the throat of Mayo as he applies pressure, using his heavy weight to squash his jugular. Again the referee has to push Mortius off, this time going too far as Mortius raises a hand to the ref, causing him to leave the ring scared.

MASTERS: Hahaha, that silly little worm, teaches him to place his hands on this monster.

DANIELS: He was just doing his job, if he hadn’t who knows what would have happened to Maynard.

MASTERS: Well a few of us wanted to find out, damn him!

- The referee silently enters back into the ring as Mortius is now beating Maynard down in the corner with lefts and rights, then an elbow to the jaw, Maynard already looking dazed and out of this contest. Mortius Irish whips him to the opposite side but Maynard tries to reverse, to no success though, Mortius using his heavier frame to stand still, then pulls Maynard in towards him as he unleashes a heavy clothesline…Maynard flipping over 360 and landing on his head.

DANIELS: MY GOD…MAYNARD COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT HERE.

MASTERS: Maynard just landed on his head, lets take a look at that again, as you see, the sheer force of that clothesline made Maynard turn right around in mid air.

DANIELS: And I can’t help but notice that bloody evil man outside the ring, he is smirking, William.

MASTERS: He is enjoying watching Maynard get totally obliterated here.

- Mortius places his foot on the chest of Maynard going for a confident cover, however Maynard kicks out after the one count. Mortius now runs off towards the ropes as he hit’s a LEG DROP…BUT HE MISSES AS MAYO ROLLS OUT OF DODGE. The fans pick up and begin to chant for Maynard who uses the ropes as leverage to get back to his feet. Mortius is already back up as he comes running towards Maynard. Mr. OGT then quickly ducks and back drops Mortius to the outside…JESSE MONTANA IS THERE!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: OH NO…MR. MONTANA…HE JUST GOT…GOT…I CAN’T SAY IT JARRED!!!!!

DANIELS: WOOOOOO HE JUST GOT FLATTENED BY MORTIUS…OH WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY!

MASTERS: And your loving the fact a man could have just been hurt here, Mortius is over 300 pounds, Jesse Montana is almost 100 pounds lighter, your just demented Jarred.

DANIELS: Another piece of karma just struck Montana right in the ass here, Montana should simply keep out of Maynard’s business when it doesn’t concern him.

MASTERS: MAYNARD YOU BASTARD…MONTANA SHOULD PRESS CHARGES!

DANIELS: Shut up your maniac, Maynard didn’t know Montana was standing there, I guess now as he looks and smiles, he knows it’s an added bonus.

MASTERS: QUIET YOU RACCOON…AND THESE FANS CAN SHUT UP TOO!

- Maynard has the arena in hysterics as Montana gets to his feet off balance, wallowing around until he falls flat on his face once more, the fans loving it as Montana charismatically gets hurt. Mortius gets back up as Maynard now hit’s a baseball slides on him as he gets thrown into the guardrail. Maynard now begins to hit him with right hands, then plants the head of Mortius onto the top of the metallic guardrail. Jesse Montana is now up as he turns around, going face to face with Maynard again, Maynard begging Jesse to hit him just to get a match with him at Road to Glory 2.

MASTERS: Go on boss, hit that punk, show him to respect you.

DANIELS: Maynard would like that though, he wants a one on one with Montana so badly, we have known this for weeks, but Montana like the coward that he is would never step into the ring with his former protégé.

MASTERS: Your talking out of your bum Jarred…Montana would love the chance to get that little ungrateful jerk into the ring, to show him who is the very best.

DANIELS: Well he knows what to do then…

- The fans now begin to chant that Montana is a coward as Jesse is on the verge of hitting Mayo, Mayo pleading him to do it. Suddenly the fans stop cheering as Mortius runs rampant into the back of Maynard, incidentally knocking Montana back down on his ass.

MASTERS: Bloody hell that colossal great oaf should watch where he is traveling, he is clearly a heavy handed brainless bloody rhinoceros…

- Mortius begins to stare at William Masters, shutting him up instantly.

DANIELS: What were you saying William? Hashanah.

MASTERS: Shut up you vile little man.

- Mortius looks at Montana who gets up, holding his head, screaming at Mortius. The fans boo as Mortius stares at Montana, soaking up all the names Montana calls him. The monster takes no notice as he turns back around and grabs Maynard, hitting him with a large right hand, then lifts him up and drives him spine first into the turnbuckle post, then rolls hi back in the ring. Mortius climbs into the ring as Jesse Montana now grabs the foot of Mortius, still angered by the earlier happening.

DANIELS: What the hell?! Is this imbecile suicidal?

MASTERS: He is not going to stand around and have this crazed lunatic attack him and other, Mortius is clearly an accident waiting to happen.

DANIELS: Well it’s going to be no accident William when Mortius breaks every bone in Montana’s body.

- Mortius now drops to the outside, once again staring at Montana. The fans are going wild, begging Mortius to attack Montana. Jesse now looks around, getting more irate as he suddenly goes to slap Mortius in the face, but Mortius grabs the arm of Montana as he gets closer, breathing heavily…

MASTERS: Let go of him you idiot!

DANIELS: Montana is the fool, he is the one who tried to slap a man like Mortius!!!

- Mortius seem sot be about to attack Montana as Maynard now hits another baseball slide, knocking Mortius into Montana again, this time the General Manager going straight over the guardrail at force.

MASTERS: AHHHH MONTANA IS NOT SAFE THERE…HE IS STUCK WITH THESE GRIZZLY DIRTY FANS…

DANIELS: I wish Maynard had let Mortius break him in half, but I guess Maynard wants to win this match.

MASTERS: Mortius would have done nothing of the sort, he has to show Montana respect, he is his boss dammit.

- Maynard now kicks Mortius in the gut and finally takes the big man down… DDT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

DANIELS: WHAT A MOVE…AND IF HE CAN GET MORTIUS IN THE RING, HE MAY HAVE THIS MATCH WON!

- Maynard instantly tries to lift Mortius up, he manages but with trouble. Maynard now rolls Mortius back into the ring as he follows him in, the fans getting louder and louder now noticing Mayo could have this match in the bag here. The mood changes though as Montana pops his head up, and climbs back over the guard rail, meanwhile Maynard covers Mortius.

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DANIELS: NO…THAT DAMN IDIOT…WHAT HAS HE JUST DONE NOW?!

- Montana just pulled the referee out of the ring splitting up the count, Maynard looking up going insane. The crowd are drowning the arena out with boos for the General Manager. The referee begins to shout at Montana an then amazingly signals for Montana to leave the ringside, ordering his boss to go to the back.

MASTERS: WHAAA!!! Who does this cretin believe himself to be, he can’t order Jesse Montana to the back, this peasant couldn’t even order a decent meal if he tried.

DANIELS: I don’t know, the referee is in charge of this match, but anyway Maynard is now leaning out of the ropes, he is waving goodbye to Montana who now seems furious.

MASTERS: These fans maybe laughing and cheering, but they must know the boss isn’t going to listen to this ridiculous referee.

- Maynard now is leaning out of the ring laughing at Montana. Jesse Montana in an act of anger shoves the referee out of the way and hits Maynard in the jaw with a right hand. Maynard hardly feels it as he stands up, smiling deeply as he knows he now will have his match with Montana at the PPV.

DANIELS: WOW…Montana just hit Mayo…Mayo goes to Road to Glory and fights the former President…it’s gonna happen now!

MASTERS: No…this can’t happen, the referee can’t throw Montana from ringside and Maynard can’t get a match just by winding up the boss, this is just pathetic.

DANIELS: These fans seem to love it…OH WAIT…MORTIUS IS UP…MAYO WATCH OUT!

- Maynard now turns around, the smile soon fades as Mortius grabs Maynard by the throat and drops him down with a hugely powerful CHOKESLAM…THE IMPACT REMARKABLE.

MASTERS: YES…THERE IT IS…MAYNARD FINALLY GETS DRILLED!

DANIELS: Mortius seems enraged, and Maynard could be in the worst place possible right now, he may have a match with Montana at the PPV…

MASTERS: That’s if he makes it to the PPV…Mortius now lifts him up again…

- Mortius has now silenced the fans as he lifts the lifeless Maynard O’Toole up again, and now begins to climb the turnbuckle, sitting on the top, standing on the second rope with Maynard gripped.

DANIELS: MORTIUS SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: Take a picture Mr. Montana and frame it!

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DANIELS: DAMMIT…THAT IS PINFALL AND MAYNARD STILL CAN’T FIND A WIN HERE.

MASTERS: And Jesse Montana, stay here, don’t let this soon to be unemployed referee boss you around, that’s it, get in the ring, enjoy every moment of it.

DANIELS: Maynard has suffered enough, and now just like last week, Montana has to get a closer look. Mortius though how impressive he looked tonight, the lone Tag Tea Champion could have just stepped up that next level.

MASTERS: He is a dangerous force in CZW, that is for sure.

- Mortius stands over Maynard as he raises his hands in victory. Jesse Montana is now kneeling down screaming and shouting at Maynard, almost face to face with him. The fans now begin to chant for Mortius ‘Go Get Jesse’ ‘Go Get Jesse’. Jesse Montana stands up and looks at Mortius, now shouting and barking orders at him once more. Mortius just stands staring deep into the boss.

MASTERS: What are these morons on about?!

DANIELS: Jesse Montana may have pissed off the wrong man.

MASTERS: Mortius needs to be clever here, you don’t cross the boss.

- Mortius shakes his head and turns away as the fans boo, Montana though grabbing Mortius by the arm and spinning him around, pointing at Maynard and screaming at him to attack Maynard, almost getting up into the face of Mortius.

DANIELS: Well we can’t se any facial expressions form this monster, but you have to believe he is thinking about mutilating the General Manager here.

MASTERS: Rubbish. Do you damn job Mort and do what the boss says!

- The fans are waiting, cheering for Mortius as Jesse Montana pushes Mortius. Montana then goes to slap him once more as Mortius grabs his arm again. The fans are incredibly loud now drowning out the arena as Montana gulps…

MASTERS: Don’t do it…

DANIELS: DO IT…DO IT…OH MY GOD MORTIUS JUST GRABBED MONTANA BY THE THROAT…OH MY…WHAT IS HE GOIG TO DO WITH THE BOSS…THESE FANS ARE LOVING IT…HOLY SHIT MORTIUS JUST CHOKESLAMMED MONTANA OUT FO THE RING HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: THIS MAN SHOULD BE ARRESTED…DAMN HIM AND DAMN HIS STUPID MASK!! DANIELS: MONTANA COULD BE DEAD…WAIT…WHO IS THIS?!

- Montana lays motionless on the outside as the fans are loving it. Maynard is still motionless inside the ring as Mortius now raises his arms once more, blasting fire up and out of the ringside…but as he does that…a monster of a man walks out of the smoke and down the ramp.

MASTERS: HO IS THIS? I CAN’T SEE CUZ OF THIS DAMN SMOKE…WAIT I AM ON FIRE…AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: No your not you idiot, you just put your hand on the monitor, those things get hot you know.

MASTERS: Don’t call me an idiot you idio…WOAHHH!!!!!!

DANIELS: H…h…how did he g…g…get there????

- As Jarred and William look through the dense fog, they notice the large man they once saw on the ramp standing in front of them, staring intensely at the two of them. Clearly shaking with fear, the two commentators sit there frozen as the dense fog subsides. This man must be at least 6 foot 10, his eyes pierce the soul, his sheer presence resembling the Grim Reaper. As he turns around, a sound of relief is heard from not only the commentators but also the fans. The large man strides over the ropes as he walks up to Mortius, actually standing taller than Mortius. Both men see to share a moment of respect until the new man lifts up and already groggy Maynard O’Toole. The new demon like character picks up Maynard into a Powerbomb position, all the while staring at Mortius as Mortius looks back, even though his face is covered, you can imagine a smirk crossing his face. The new man drops Maynard down as the impact shakes the ring.

DANIELS: OHHHH LORD!!!

- Mortius now grabs Maynard up who clearly is not even conscious anymore. He lifts him up into a Full Nelson position, and then holds Maynard in the air, his body visible for everyone to see, hanging as though he was crucified. Mortius eventually drops him down as Maynard flops to the ground. The fans are almost salient as are the commentators at this point, the fog now completely cleared as the two stand in the ring, the lights going off again. Suddenly another large flame shoots out each corner of the ring, both men standing side by side, the crowd stunned.

MASTERS: J…Jesse…I hope your okay.

DANIELS: And what about Maynard, oh dear we need EMT’s out here fast, and who is this new monster? Is it anything to do with Mortius and his fiery ways?!

MASTERS: We better go for a b…b…commercial break!

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-=- MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
CAGE STRYKER & SIRENA STARR vs. JERAN HUDSON & LEAH KIMARA

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Jarred Daniels: Well, we’ve certainly had an interesting evening so far, so let’s keep it rolling with our next match!

William Masters: Wow. Nice segue.

Jessica Towers: The following contest is a Mixed Tag Team Match, and it is scheduled FOR ONE-FALL!

The Denver crowd is initially buzzing, but the buzzing turns to immense amount of boos the very second “Deep” hits the sound system. The arena is dark, save for a sequence of teal and blue strobe lights spinning uncontrollably throughout the Pepsi Center. The moment the name “HUDSON” appears on the CombatTron, the booing only gets louder than it was before. Seconds later, dry ice begins to build up on the entrance ramp, and Jeran Hudson and Leah Kimara appear, neither one of them acknowledging the overwhelming negative reaction from the Colorado audience. The ring bell sounds, and Jessica begins the formal introductions.

Jessica Towers: Making their way to the ring… FROM Houston, Texas at a combined weight of 367 pounds… Representing 2-8_1, “The Violet Violence” Leah Kimara AND… “THE FUTURE”… JERAN… “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” HUDSON!!!

The booing is as loud as ever, but both Jeran and Leah are focused solely on the ring, taking their time in making their way down the entrance ramp.

Jarred Daniels: Even though he’s won his last three matches, Jeran Hudson has been in a rather foul mood of late, just look into those glacier-like eyes of his.

William Masters: You’re not kidding, and Kimara’s no pushover in the ring either. …Wait a minute. Did you just give a description of another man’s eyes, Fruit-Boy?

Jarred fumbles his words in an attempt to respond as both Jeran and Leah make their way up the ring steps and quickly through the ropes en route to the furthest turnbuckles. They look out into the sea of fans who are still booing them with every ounce of fiber in their body for a moment, before simultaneously bouncing up onto the second turnbuckle, both of them appearing to be in a meditative state. After a few seconds, both of them open their eyes and gaze into the crowd once more. They both get down from their respective turnbuckles, and they begin to strategize about the match as “Deep” dies down in volume.
As Ra and Leah stare daggers into the CombatTron, the eponymous “This Program Is Now Available In HIGH DEFINITION” is played. “HIGH DEFINITION” stays up on the CombatTron, and it is accompanied by the opening notes of “Ladies And Gentlemen”, which has the fans on their feet already. Orange and white strobe lights spin around the arena, and they focus on the entrance ramp once the heavier sound kicks in. As it does, Cage Stryker appears on the entrance ramp, accompanied by Sirena Starr.

Jessica Towers: AND their opponents, FROM Hollywood, California, at a combined weight of 375 pounds… Sirena Starr, and “MR. HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH DEFINITION”… CAGE STRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKER!!!

Cage and Sirena make their way down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans lining either side of the entrance ramp.

Jarred Daniels: William, Cage Stryker has looked great since his return from injury, along with his subsequent declaration of going for the X-Title, and he gets to face off against a fellow contender tonight in Jeran Hudson.

William Masters: Being the one who actually cares about our major demographic of people who watch Overdrive every week, I’ll take the opportunity to mention that this is Sirena Starr’s first match in Combat Zone Wrestling since taking a leave of absence to return to school, and BOY, AM I GLAD SHE’S BACK!

Jarred Daniels: *Looks down* So I see.

William Masters: EYES OFF THE PRIZE, HERBERT! But in all honesty, THIS IS JUST HALF MAH DI—

Jarred Daniels: ANYHOW, that does bring up an excellent point, as both of the women involved in this match have the distinction of being Queen Of Combat Champion without ever having technically lost the title, and this is the first match of any kind involving the Queen Of Combat division since its closure in late January, so it will be interesting to see how their interaction is in this match, especially from Sirena, who may have some ring rust due to not having competed in 2009.

Cage and Sirena enter the ring, and they continue to salute their adoring fan base. Cage smirks at his male adversary, and Ra does not take too kindly to this, as he begins to trash talk with Stryker. Meanwhile, Starr and Kimara are already at odds themselves, and the bell hasn’t even been rung yet. In order to avoid unnecessary confrontations, the bell sounds, and the match is underway. Hudson wants to go after Stryker, but Cage just cocks an eyebrow and mouths “Ladies first” to Jeran, and casually steps out of the ring, leaving Hudson with no choice but to step out of the ring himself.
It is Sirena Starr and Leah Kimara who will kick things off in this match, and it is the smaller Kimara who has the upper hand early on, her speed and agility coming into quick effect. Sirena tries to tie Leah up, but Kimara is able to evade the hold with ease, and she slaps Sirena in the face when she gets up, only serving to anger Sirena and the audience even more. Starr eventually does get Kimara tied up, and she uses her size to her advantage, effectively gaining leverage over Leah in dropping her to one knee on the canvas. However, this does not last for long, as Leah is able to use her other leg to trip Sirena up, making her tumble to the canvas. Seeing an opportunity, The Violet Violence leaps on top of Sirena and begins to punch her many times before referee Danny Spade steps in to force Kimara off of Sirena. Once he does, Kimara taunts the fans by placing her right hand on her left bicep and raising her left hand into a fist, which makes the already hot crowd even more irate.

Jarred Daniels: The last Queen Of Combat Champion is taking advantage of her opponent’s ring rust, and considering she hadn’t had much in-ring experience before her hiatus, it may be too much for her to overcome, she’s going to need to tag Cage in soon.

William Masters: NO, THAT CAN’T HAPPEN! I need to see Queens in action, because it makes me JIZZ. IN MY PANTS.

Jarred Daniels: You said that last week about Adonis. While we’re on the subject, in all honesty, what DOESN’T make you do that?

William clears his throat in an aristocratic manner as the match continues inside the ring. Sirena has gotten up, but she goes down again right away following a Kimara dropkick. Leah goes for the cover…
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Jarred Daniels: I don’t care who you are, you just don’t do physical damage to a woman if you’re a man, no questions asked.

William Masters: Easy does it now, Oprah.

Jarred Daniels: Trapping a woman for your own advantage is despicable, and it makes Hudson despicable for doing so.

William Masters: Oh, so Jeran is suddenly Chris Brown now? Shut your face, I love it!

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Jarred Daniels: Jeran Hudson AGAIN shows his lack of testicular fortitude by berating a woman, what a disgrace to the sport.

William Masters: What’s he doing wrong?

Jarred Daniels: Uhh, it’s borderline harassment right now.

William Masters: …The hell it is! All Jeran’s doing there is telling Sirena that she has absolutely no business being in this wrestling ring tonight, and despite the fact that she won’t listen, Jeran is absolutely right.

Jarred Daniels: I think Cage might have something to say about this though, take a look at what he’s got!

Unbeknownst to Jeran, Cage Stryker has slid back into the ring right behind him, sledgehammer in hand. He is about to drive it into Jeran’s back when Leah Kimara rushes into the ring and pulls him away. Cage, seeing what Jeran is doing to Sirena, then turns his attention to Leah, a sickening smile coming across his face as he twirls the sledgehammer in his hands. He backs Leah into a corner, and eventually makes her stumble back into the turnbuckle in an effort to prevent Cage from attacking her.

William Masters: What a sick, demented monster Cage Stryker is.

Jarred Daniels: You might be the biggest hypocrite in the wrestling industry today, William. You hate Cage right now, but you saw Jeran do the exact same thing just a couple minutes ago, and you actually had the nerve to praise him for it. You’re pathetic, plain and simple.

Eventually, Jeran looks back to see that Cage has Leah in a vulnerable position, and he quickly leaves Sirena and takes Cage out by his knees. With fans now throwing garbage at Hudson, Ra goes down to try and make a quick cover on Cage…
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Jeran kicks out just as Spade’s hand was about to come down for the third time. By this time, Jeran is incensed with Cage, who has a smirking look of indifference written on his face. Cage and Hudson tie up in the middle of the ring, neither man willing to give an inch. Eventually, Cage is able to force Hudson to the ropes, and he tries to force him over to no avail, as Hudson responds with a short arm clothesline, flooring Stryker.

Jarred Daniels: So far, Hudson and Kimara have been in control of the majority of this match, William.

William Masters: Were you perhaps expecting something different to occur?

Now, Jeran is circling the ring, never once taking his eyes off of a prone Cage Stryker. Once it appears as though Cage is trying to get up, Ra moves in and begins to stomp Cage, attempting to weaken any body part he can. With each time his boot comes down on Cage’s body, the booing intensifies. After about five or six stomps, Hudson attempts to drive his knee down on Cage’s skull…

Jarred Daniels: NOBODY HOME!!! Cage was able to roll away from what could have been a devastating knee to the skull courtesy of Jeran Hudson.

William Masters: What a pansy, he should have taken it like a man.

Jarred Daniels: Adonis has told me that you take it like a ma—OH SWEET JESUS, THE IMPACT ON THAT KICK! DING, FRIES ARE DONE!!!

The crowd is on their feet because, after Cage rolled away from Hudson’s knee, he sprang to his feet and planted a Superkick square on The Future’s jaw. Jeran is stumbling away from Cage, but Mr. High Definition will have none of it, as he charges in and connects on a Spear, in the process making the Pepsi Center come unglued with enthusiasm. Stryker quickly mounts Jeran and hits a few stiff shots on Hudson’s head before attempting another cover…
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Jarred Daniels: Love him or hate him, he’s got one of the most technically sound standing dropkicks in Combat Zone Wrestling today.

William Masters: WOOHOO, THE FUTURE IS NOW!!!

The dropkick sends Cage staggering across the ring now, and Hudson wastes no time in seizing his opportunity to take advantage, whipping a dazed Stryker across the ring. He catches him on the rebound, and he drives him to the canvas with a ferocious Spinebuster, which is immediately followed by a cover attempt…
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NO! Somehow, Cage is able to get a shoulder up, negating the pinfall attempt. Hudson is incensed with Danny Spade, immediately complaining of a slow count in the ring. As he is complaining, he does not see that Cage has rolled away and ascended to the top turnbuckle. As Jeran turns, Cage makes his jump…

Jarred Daniels: MISSILE DROPKICK, IN HIGH DEFINITION!

William Masters: How much were you paid to plug Stryker’s moniker?

Jarred Daniels: The same amount you paid Jena Cyde the other night.

William struggles mightily in his attempt to respond to Jarred as the action in the ring continues to heat up. Cage wastes no time in picking Hudson up off the canvas, then promptly dropping him back down with a Russian Legsweep, which has the fans cheering mightily for their High Definition Superstar. Stryker then pumps the crowd up even more as he locks in a Boston Crab on Ra. Hudson is in agony as Stryker pulls on his legs with every ounce of strength he has, in the process compressing Hudson’s back. Jeran tries to use his upper body strength to pull himself over to the ropes, but Cage just walks the hold back into the middle of the ring, with the crowd now chanting “HI-DEF! HI-DEF! HI-DEF!”

Jarred Daniels: Hudson looks to be in a real spot of trouble here, William, is it possible that he could tap out to this move?

William Masters: The chances of him tapping out are about the same as the chances you have of popping a woman’s cherry.

Jarred Daniels: Funny you should mention that, because I always thought you knew from experience that cherries couldn’t be popped with needles. At least, that’s what Jena Cyde said.

William Masters: You never mind that, and just keep calling the action like you’re supposed to, shrink.

Jarred Daniels: Well, it’s been pretty much status quo in the ring. Cage still has the hold locked in tight, but Jeran’s crawling back over toward the bottom rope now… What the hell is Leah doing now?

William Masters: What does it look like, dumbass? She’s helping to preserve a win.

Indeed, Leah Kimara has hopped onto the floor, and she is now pushing the bottom rope towards Hudson in the hopes that he will be able to grab it. After a few seconds, Jeran is barely able to grab a hold of the ropes. Danny forces Stryker to let go of the hold, but not before subjecting Hudson to another four seconds of torture. Hudson is slow to get to his feet, but he sees Cage charging at him for an attempted Spear, and he gets to his knee and tags Leah Kimara back into the match, forcing Cage to abandon his attack and return to tag Sirena into the match. Leah charges at Sirena, but Starr hops up onto the top turnbuckle and connects on a MOONSAULT!!!

Jarred Daniels: WOW, WHAT A RE-ENTRY INTO THE MATCH BY SIRENA STARR!!!

William Masters: I bet you’d like a re-entry right about now, wouldn’t you Jarred?

Jarred Daniels: William, please…

Sirena’s Moonsault catches The Violet Violence completely off guard, taking her down to the canvas, with Sirena rolling her up on impact…
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Jarred Daniels: Sirena could pull off the upset here!

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Leah is squirming around with all her might, trying everything to break the pin…

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NO!!! Leah is barely able to get a foot on the bottom rope, forcing Danny Spade to break up the pinfall attempt just before the hand came down for the third time. Leah quickly gets to her feet, and she is able to execute a one-handed Bulldog to perfection, with Sirena’s head bouncing off the canvas in an ugly fashion. Leah then Dragon Whips Sirena across the ring, but Starr is able to hold herself against the ropes instead of rebounding back at Kimara. Sirena then charges back at Leah, feigning a diving clothesline. Instead, she grabs a handful of Leah’s hair and uses it as leverage for a Swinging Neckbreaker. The crowd is going wild as Sirena goes for the cover…
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Emphatic kick out by Kimara after the 2-count, and she is pissed at Sirena. As a result, she walks up to her and slaps her in the face again, drawing more obscenities from the crowd. She then begins to chop away at Sirena’s chest, forcing her back into a turnbuckle, where she hops up and begins to punch her in the head repeatedly. Eventually, Sirena is able to block the punch and send Kimara reeling to the mat. Sensing a shift in momentum, Starr quickly gets to the top turnbuckle…

Jarred Daniels: Here we go, HOLLYWOOD STARR PRESS! DOWN SHE GOES…

William Masters: …AND NOBODY HOME!!! Leah with an amazing display of agility to roll away from that at the last second.

Indeed, Kimara was able to roll away from Sirena’s attempt at her finisher, and she takes advantage, picking Sirena up and Dragon Whipping her across the ring again. However, Sirena is able to counter the maneuver, in the process whipping Kimara. Unfortunately, she whips her back to her own corner, where Leah is able to tag Jeran back into the match, and Sirena stops dead in her tracks once she sees Hudson climb into the ring. She scrambles to get back to Cage to tag him in, and once he does get in, he goes for another Missile Dropkick, only to have Ra catch him in mid-air and he hits another Spinebuster, this one doing significant damage to Cage’s back.

Jarred Daniels: As much as I despise the guy, that was a hell of a counter by Jeran Hudson.

William Masters: As I said earlier, The Future Is Now, so it shouldn’t be a huge surprise.

After a few seconds of taunting the Denver crowd, Ra goes for the cover…
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William Masters: HE’S GOT IT!!!

NO!!! Sirena Starr comes in and breaks up the pinfall, and Jeran is visibly ticked off as a result. However, he sees that Cage is still down, and he collapses onto his hands and knees, viciously stalking Cage, just begging for him to get up. Meanwhile, Leah has managed to make around the ring armed with a steel chair…

Jarred Daniels: Oh no, this could be bad for the Hollywood couple…

SMASH!!!

Leah Kimara smashes Sirena in the back of the head with the steel chair, and Sirena still hasn’t seen it coming. She rolls an unconscious Starr into the ring, and as she soaks up the booing from the audience, she also climbs into the ring and assumes a similar position to that of Hudson. Cage and Sirena both start to get up at about the same time…

Jarred and William: SIMULTANEOUS EYE OF RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Both Jeran and Leah have connected on their finishing move, the Eye Of Ra, to the intense dismay of the Denver audience.

William Masters: That’s a harder hit than they’ll take in the tabloids.

Jeran quickly goes for the cover…
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Jarred Daniels: What a win for these two, and maybe this feud have only just started, maybe it’s the end, all we know is that we witness a great match there!

William Masters: Jeran Hudson just adding to his endless list of wins, and even Kimara joining in for the fun of it this week, this man and his stable could be unstoppable!

Jeran and Leah are staring daggers through Cage and Sirena as they leave the ring. Cage and Sirena are just about to make their way out of the ring when an unknown blonde woman suddenly jumps the barricade and slides into the ring behind Sirena and Cage.

Jarred Daniels: LOOK OUT, SIRENA!

Sirena turns around, but it’s too late. As she turns, Sirena eats a roundhouse kick from this mysterious woman, and she goes down to the canvas completely stunned. The blonde takes immediate advantage, mounting Sirena and punching her in the head repeatedly. The crowd is booing heavily, and this woman traps Sirena in a bow and arrow stretch. She holds the position for about a minute before driving her head into the canvas with a vicious kick. The woman towers over Sirena, and as Cage goes down to tend to Sirena’s injuries, the woman poses with a huge smirk on her face and absorbs the crowd’s displeasure with her by shouting obscenities at the audience.

Jarred Daniels: Somebody get some medics down here to help Sirena out!

William Masters: She definitely needs some help after that VICIOUS attack, but who the hell is that woman? She’s hot, and she kicked a former Queen Of Combat’s ass!

Jarred Daniels: Only time will tell William, but I’m almost compelled to question why this woman suddenly attacked another woman when there hasn’t been a Queen Of Combat division for the past two months. Maybe we’ll get some answers next week, but right now, it’s time for our next match.

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-=- SINGLES MATCH -=-
SHAWN WATERS vs "The Ripper" BRYAN McNALLY

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Towers: The following contest is scheduled for 1 fall!

“Live Forever” by Soulidium plays throughout the P.A. as "The Ripper" Bryan McNally appears on the stage, surveying the crowd as the boos come around from all sides. B-Ry then descends towards the ring, scaling the stairs and stopping inside the ring awaiting for his opponent.

Towers: Standing 7' even, weighing 308 Ibs, He is "The Ripper" Bryan McNally!!

The crowd boos once again as McNally smirks slightly before it goes back to his normal state of mind.

4 Words (To Choke Upon) by Bullet For My Valentine surfaces shortly thereafter as a confident and cocky Shawn Waters appears on the stage staring down McNally as he makes his descent toward the ring as well, climbing the stairs and through the ropes.

Towers: His opponent, standing 6'1', weighing 225 Ibs, The former tag-team parter of Fire and Ice and Bastard, Shawn Waters!

Daniels: What did she just say?!

Masters: She called Shawn a bastard! What is she thinking?!

Shawn takes the microphone before the bell starts.

Shawn: Jessica, what the hell was that for?! I didn't deserve that!

Towers: I was told to say that by the production guys in the truck outback.

Shawn: Who told you that?!

All eyes avert to the production truck as Krimzon Blaze stands with a headset on, laughing uncontrollably.

Shawn: Blaze! You Son Of A---

-Bryan attacks Shawn from behind getting a huge boot to the back of the skull knocking Shawn out of the ring, the microphone flinging away from his hand.

Daniels: Krimzon with a distraction right off the bat!

Masters: Damn that Blaze, why can't he mind his own damn business?

Daniels: Hey, Shawn betrayed Krimzon and XTC, its rightfully so that KB gets the justice he deserves.

*Ding Ding Ding*

-Bryan goes to the outside picking up Shawn and tossing him back into the ring. Shawn gets to his feet quickly hitting a low dropkick to Bryan's knee, setting Shawn up for a potential Shining Wizard... NO! Doesn't connect as Bryan hits a huge Chokebomb on Shawn, 1st cover of the match!

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Daniels: Not enough to put Shawn away.

Masters: Ya think?!

-Shawn slowly regains himself to his feet as Bryan comes running with a clothesline, ducked by Waters, B-Ry goes for a reverse clothesline but ends up getting a Pele by Shawn out of no-where!!!

Daniels: Hmm, Shawn must've learned that from KB during their tag-team days...

Masters: The lowest point in Shawn's career, I might add!

-Shawn picks up Bryan, Irish Whip attempt, Stopped by Bryan, Shawn tries again, Bryan counters with an Irish Whip of his own sending Shawn to the corner! Bryan goes to the opposite side, takes a running start, BIG BOOT TO THE FACE OF SHAWN!!

Crowd: That Was Awesome! *clap clap clapclapclap* That Was Awesome! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Daniels: KB must be enjoying this.

Masters: Do you really have to bring up that little pipsqueak every time Shawn is out here?

Daniels: Why, is it a problem?

-Masters goes to say something but Shawn and Bryan are now exchanging rights and lefts, Bryan getting the advantage being the bigger of the two, getting in a few punches straight to Shawn's forehead taking Shawn down to the ground as Bryan goes for a cover!

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Daniels: Close one there!

Masters: That was an Instant Classic!

Daniels: Oh what now, your not watching TNA again are you?!

Masters: Because That's... HOW I ROLL!

Daniels: *mumbles under his breath* Idiot...

-Bryan pulls Shawn to his feet but Shawn uses his wits about him and pulls Bryan into a WATERBOARD!!!!!!!! Bryan tries to tear away towards the ropes but Shawn just pulls Bryan back to the center of the ring as "Headstrong" by Trapt plays throughout the arena as the crowd are going livid!

Daniels: Wait a minute, isn't that Krimzon Blaze's music?!

Masters: Where is he?! He's not coming down the ramp!!

-Shawn lets go of the Waterboard, staring up the ramp anticipating that KB will be walking down the ramp, but he isn't! Bryan gets to his feet and hits a huge reverse DDT on Shawn! Bryan then ascends the top rope closest to Shawn as Bryan leaps off for a huge Guillotine Leg Drop but Shawn moves away at the last second, Shawn on his feet surveying Bryan, pulls Bryan in for a Brain Wash, but Bryan pushes Shawn away and hits a huge MINDFREAK (Swinging Reverse STO) sending Shawn to the canvas once again as he goes for yet another cover!

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Daniels: Bryan can't believe it! Shawn just won't give way at all!

Masters: Its because Shawn is getting played with mind games thanks to that dreadful Krimzon Blaze!

-Bryan picks up Shawn setting him up for Dead On Arrival (Double Arm-Trap Brainbuster) but Shawn reverses into a pin!

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-Bryan and Shawn are now at a standstill! Shawn rakes the eyes of Bryan temporarily blinding him, Shawn going for yet another WATERBOARD and connecting on Bryan in the center of the ring once again!!!!

Daniels: Will Bryan tap this time?! This is the 2nd Waterboard that Bryan has endured! I don't think he'll get out of this one!

-The ref continually asks Bryan if he wishes to tap, but will he?!

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Towers: Here is your winner Sha---

"Headstrong" by Trapt hits the P.A. once again as Shawn stares at the entrance ramp once again, but what is unbecoming to him is that Krimzon Blaze CAME UP THROUGH THE RING!! Shawn turns around right into a HUGE Kode Of Silence taking Shawn out in the center of the ring! Krimzon takes a microphone.

KB: Hey there Shawn... did you enjoy that?! No, of course you didn't because you'd have a severe concussion after that... I bet your all wondering why I'm out here... I'm out here to issue not just a challenge, but a fight... a fight that involves three elements of torture, pain, and utter destruction... I'm issuing this fight to the person I just took out in one fell swoop... Ladies and Gentleman, Krimzon Blaze vs Shawn Waters... TABLES, GLASS, AND LADDERS... NEXT WEEK ON OVERDRIVE!! Montana, you know what to do!

"Headstrong" by Trapt plays again throughout the P.A. as KB has a huge smile on his face

Daniels: What a statement made by Blaze! A Tables, Glass, and Ladders Match?! What is he thinking?! He just had a TLC match against Montana, and now he's requesting this match?! He's crazy!!

Masters: That's just like KB though, he's innovative enough to come up with a sure-fire match to cause harm to Shawn!! My god that'll be a great match if Shawn accepts!

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-=- ODD PAIRINGS TAG TEAM MATCH -=-
JUSTIN MARSHAM & CHRIS ROSS vs. BIG NASTY & BUCK EVANS

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Daniels: Well next up we have Chris Ross and Justin Marsham vs. Big Nasty and Buck Evans.

Masters: Correction… Justin Marsham vs. Big Nasty and Buck Evans.

Daniels: That’s right because that manipulative sick f**k Chris Ross completely conned Marsham into this match!

Masters: Ross may be an intelligent person but Justin Marsham will have a game plan. He always does!

(Last by Nine Inch Nails starts to play as The Epitome Of Technical Finesse makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos.)

Towers: Making his way to the ring from Fort Wayne Indiana, He is the Epitome Of Technical Finesse Justin Marsham!

Daniels: It seems like the fans aren’t too fond of The epitome Of Technical Finesse.

Masters: What do these people know?! They wouldn’t know true talent if it bit them in the ass!

Daniels: How does Marsham stand a chance against 2 of the CZW’s top contenders like Big Nasty and Buck Evans?!

Masters: It is a big order to fill but if anyone is capable it’s Justin Marsham. He did knock off the World Champion last week.

Daniels: A very good point there. But you also have to keep in mind that Marsham can’t be 100% from the constant barrage of attacks Chris Ross has been doing. First the brief case to the head the week before, then the hammer to the knee the following week… When will this madness end?!

Masters: Oh just sit back and enjoy the show! These 2 have put on some quality shows and these barbaric fans are just loving every minute of it.

(Swagger Like Us by Jay-Z and T.I. starts to play as the massive Big Nasty makes his way to the ring.)

Towers: Making his way to the ring from South Beach Florida Big Nasty!

Daniels: The size of this guy is incredible!

Masters: Yes he literally could use you as an arm rest.

Daniels: Nasty alone makes up about 2 people in the ring!

(Ramblin Man by The Allman starts to play as Buck Evans makes his way to the ring.)

Towers: And his partner, from Algoma Mississippi, He is The Outlaw Buck Evans!

Daniels: You can’t help but wonder if Evans and Nasty are going to be able to work with each other. Like Ross and Marsham these two have been at each others throat as well.

Masters: We can’t forget about the fact that Big Nasty indeed was the one who branded Buck Evans.

*ding ding ding*

Daniels: Well this one is under way.

Masters: Looks like Nasty will be the one to kick things off.

(Nasty and Marsham stare down each other in the ring and tie up, Big Nasty clearly getting the better of the hook up pushing Marsham into the corner. Nasty goes in and plants a massive knee into Marsham’s stomach completely knocking the wind out of him. Following it up with a few punches Nasty plants a side walk slam in the middle of the ring.)

Daniels: Things aren’t looking too good early in this match for Justin Marsham.

Asters: Big elbow by Nasty and he goes for the cover.

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(Marsham kicks out and Nasty pulls him up by his hair. Whipping Marsham into the ropes Nasty goes for a big boot but Marsham ducks it. Marsham turns around and nails a huge leg kick. The crack of it can be heard in the nose bleed section of the arena.)

Masters: Good god! That sounded like a gun shot!

(Nasty stumbles backwards into the ropes and Marsham runs in only to get caught with a big boot anyway. Nasty goes over and tags Buck Evans in.)

Daniels: And the first tag has been made. The numbers game could very well catch up here.

Masters: In comes Buck and he immediately nails an elbow drop. Buck picks up Marsham and whips him into one of the corners and he charges in!

Daniels: Oh huge splash by Buck Evans! Marsham desperately needs to make a tag but he has no partner!

(Buck Evans picks up Justin Marsham and nails a samoan drop. Evans goes for a cover.)

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Daniels: The odds are against Marsham but he refuses to stay down.

Masters: Hey look on the stage!

Daniels: Folks Chris Ross has just came out and he’s just standing on the stage! At this point it’s like he’s mocking Justin Marsham!

(Evans picks up Justin Marsham by his hair and he immediately pushes Evans through the ropes and out of the ring.)

Masters: Brilliant counter by The Epitome of Technical Finesse!

(Marsham climbs through the ropes and stands on the apron. Evans gets up and Marsham jumps onto the middle rope and twisting through the air nails Evans with the Air Marsham!)

Masters: Air Marsham!!! He’s now turning things up!

Daniels: He has to in order to come out of this match alive!

(Marsham walks over and picks Evans up by his hair….)

*SMASH!*

Daniels: Good god! Buck Evans literally just grabbed a beer bottle from a fan sitting it at ring side and shattered it over Justin Marsham’s head!

Masters: Come on ref! This is a wrestling match! Not an episode of Road House!

Daniels: No disqualification! That’s as legal as a head lock!

(Marsham lays face down outside of the ring with a stream of blood coming down his face. Evans walks over and starts to dig under the ring.)

Masters: Is that a bull rope?!

Daniels: Indeed it is!

(Evans ties the rope around Marsham’s neck. Evans violently whips Marsham into the guard rail. Using the rope Evans whips Marsham into the opposite guard rail.)

Masters: This is ridiculous! Marsham is getting dragged all over the outside of the ring like he’s a cow!

Daniels: Indeed Evans is! He’s using that rope like it’s a day down on the farm!

(Evans Spins Marsham around and around and around with the rope. He then pulls Marsham in and Evans lays him out with a spine buster on the outside.)

Daniels: Justin Marsham has hardly been able to pull off a single offensive move in this match so far. It’s been all Big Nasty and Buck Evans this match so far.

Masters: Look at Nasty though. He’s just sitting there. He hasn’t even moved since the tag!

(Evans climbs into the ring with the rope around Marsham’s neck.)

Masters: No!!! Evans is pulling Marsham up! He’s trying to hang Justin Marsham on the ropes!!!

(Marsham flails aimlessly as Evans pulls the rope back. Marsham suddenly out of nowhere grabs Evans and pulls his neck down across the rope stunning him.)

Daniels: Marsham with the counter but the damage has been done!

Masters: Look at the rope burns on Marsham’s neck!

(Marsham leans against the guard rail and Evans is in pursuit! Evans climbs over the ropes.)

Masters: Oh!!! Marsham just rattled the middle rope and Evans isn’t going to have kids any time soon after that!

Daniels: It appears that the tide has turned and Marsham now grabs Evans and whips him right into the guard rail! Evans is down!

(Marsham looks at Evans who is starting to get up and he gets a running start and nails a running face wash right into the guard rail!)

Masters: Oh my god!

Daniels: Folks I think Marsham is starting to lose control here!

(Marsham completely rips the guard rail off and slams it down onto the ground.)

Masters: What the hell?! What is Marsham doing?!

Daniels: He’s got Evans up by the hair…

(Marsham smiles sadistically as he nails a curb stomp right onto the guard rail on the ground.)

Daniels: MY GOD!!! Buck Evans could be dead!!!

Masters: What the hell?! Where is Big Nasty going?!

Daniels: Folks it appears as if Big Nasty has completely left the match! Up the ramp and past Chris Ross he’s gone!

Masters: What once was originally a tag team match has now turned into a singles competition!

(Marsham grabs the now hurt Buck Evans and Evans some how musters enough strength to…)

Daniels: INCOMING!!!

(The announcers scramble as Evans completely spears Marsham over the announce table.)

Masters: I don’t think anyone is safe!

Daniels: Is this even a match anymore?!

Masters: Well the bell didn’t ring so I assume it is!

(Evans grabs Marsham and slams his head down onto the table covering it in his own blood.)

Daniels: God damnit Marsham’s blood is getting on my papers!

Masters: Hey my graduation pen!

(Evans grabs a pen off of the table and jams it into Marsham’s forehead. Blood is now pouring from his head. Marsham shoves Evans away.)

Daniels: Look at the cuts on Marsham’s forehead! This is insane!

Masters: My pen is soaked in his blood!

(Evans walks over and grabs Daniels and takes his belt off.)

Daniels: My belt!!!

*SMACK!!!*

Masters: Ohhhh He just cracked that belt across Marsham’s back! Again and again and again!

Daniels: Look at those welts forming on Marsham! And that sick f**k Chris Ross is just enjoying every minute of it!

(Evans rolls Marsham into the ring and grabs a steel chair and follows with it. Setting the chair on the ground Evans picks up Marsham.)

Daniels: He’s calling for The Mississippi Twister!

Masters: If he nails this it will be over!

(Evans swings Marsham around but he plants his feet down and nails The Assassination DDT onto the chair out of nowhere!)

Masters: Huge counter! This has to be it!!!

Daniels: This has to be it! Marsham with the cover!

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Daniels: How the hell did Buck Evans kick out of that?!

Masters: Marsham can’t believe it either!

(The look of frustration on his face says it all. Marsham bends down to pick up Evans and Evans punches Marsham right in the groin! Marsham collapses onto the ground holding his family jewels. Evans grabs the chair and stands up. Evans backs up to one of the corners and he’s measuring Marsham up!)

Masters: Stay down Justin! He’s going to take his head off with that chair!

(Marsham slowly gets to his feet and Evans runs in with the chair.)

*CRRAAAACCCCKKK!!!!*

Daniels: OH MY GOD!!!!

Masters: YAKUZA KICK BY MARSHAM RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR!!!

Daniels: Buck Evans could be unconscious after that!

(Marsham grabs the chair and slides one of buck Evans’ legs through the folds in the chair. He then proceeds to crank back in a single leg crab using the chair digging it into Evans’ knee.)

Masters: EXECUTIONER’S SONG!!!

Daniels: He’s going to rip Buck Evans’ knee apart!!!

Masters: Evans is hanging on for dear life! That chair is just tearing his knee in half!

(Screaming in agony Evans reaches for the ropes but Marsham drags him back to the center of the ring. Unable to take any more punishment Evans taps out.)

Daniels: That’s it! Justin Marsham has won and in impressive fashion!

Masters: I think the bigger story is that Big Nasty completely ditched Buck Evans.

Towers: The winner of this match… “The Epitome Of Technical Finesse” Justin Marsham!!!

(Marsham looks back at Chris Ross standing on the stage. Ross nods his head in approval.)

Daniels: Is Ross applauding Marsham?!

Masters: Justin Marsham may have impressed The King Pin himself this week.

Daniels: Wait what is this coward doing back here? Picking up the pieces is he? The damn joke.

Nasty returns to the ring, and walks up to the beaten and injured Buck. Nasty and Marsham lock eyes and nod before they start stomping Buck. Each stomp to the Buck’s head draws more and more blood. Nasty locks in the Legendary Hold, and Marsham humiliates Buck by slapping him in the face repeatedly. The crowd boos loudly and the two men have a good laugh at Buck’s expense once Nasty let the hold go, Ross just leaving Buck alone in the ring with both men after applauding Marsham‘s performance. Nasty and Marsham signal to each other that one man is out of the IC title picture and now the two of them can focus on Ace. They turn their attention back to Buck and both men begin to humiliate Buck further with stomps to his back and slaps to the back of his head.

Masters: With one man down, there is less to go through in order to get to Ace, smart thinking.

Daniels: This is a blatant disgrace. WAIT…HE IS HERE?!

The crowd suddenly raise to their feet as “Ace of Spades,” by Motorhead blares from the speakers in the top of the arena. Ace runs down the ramp as Nasty and Marsham scatter. Ace kneels down beside Buck to check on him, while Marsham and Nasty back their way up the ramp, still laughing at Buck. Ace signals for the EMT’s, who rush to the ring.

Daniels: Thank goodness for Ace folks, just like last week when Buck helped Ace, Ace has now helped Buck, but could it be too late?! Join us after these commercials for the World Champ in action.

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-=- NON-TITLE FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH -=-
(1 RP limit)
"The Human Highlight Reel" ERIC COLLUM vs. "The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo

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“Rebel Rebel” plays out through the arena, and the fans hop to their feet as El Pablo’s tron video begins to play.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Portsmouth, England, ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL PABLO!!”

The fans cheer loudly but moments pass by and Pablo does not appear.

Masters: “HA! I knew it! El Pablo is too afraid to show up and take on Eric Collum!”

Daniels: “I highly doubt that’s the case…wait, I’m getting word that there’s something happening back stage!”

The tron cuts to a scene backstage that shows El Pablo and Eric Collum already brawling in the backstage area!

Daniels: “They couldn’t wait to get this match started, it seems! Pablo and Collum trading blows in the hall!”

Masters: “Pablo, that sneaky mouse! He’d better watch his tail or he’s going to end up sharing a hospital room with Eddie Rowan!”

Daniels: “It looks like our ref is on his way back there as Pablo and Collum trade shots, battling through the back hallway area! Collum with a knee to the midsection and then slams Pablo hard face-first into the wall! He grabs him and whips him to the other side of the hall, but Pablo reverses! Collum crashes into a merch booth!!”

Masters: “They’ll have to charge triple for that booth now, Jarred! It’s been graced by the champ’s presence!”

Daniels: “Pablo now up on the counter and it looks like he has…a replica title belt!? OH! Pablo smacks Collum right across the face with that belt! He swings again, but no! Collum with a clothesline takes Pablo’s feet out from under him! Pablo rolls off the counter and Collum climbs out after him. He lifts Pablo up by the mouse-ears and runs him right towards a door!!”

*CRASH!!*

Masters: “NOW where are they going!? OUTSIDE!?”

Daniels: “They have made their way out front, battling just outside the entrance here at the Pepsi Center! Out towards those pillars in the front and Collum runs Pablo up, he’s going to smash his face against it! Pablo throws a boot up, blocking it! Elbow to the gut and…DROP TOE-HOLD! Collum’s face smacks right against the pillar!!”

Masters: “The champ is down! He’s hurt! He’s…wait, what…EL PABLO!?”

Daniels: “We saw this last week! Pablo with the tail rub right in Collum’s face!! The fans out here are laughing hysterically!”

Masters: “This isn’t funny, Daniels! You can’t just embarrass the champion like this!!”

Daniels: “Pablo grabs Collum and starts dragging him back to the building. He gets a head of steam and…Collum goes face-first right into a bus! They’re entering the parking area now!”

Masters: “Pablo in control but…NO! Collum out of nowhere drives Pablo back-first into the door of that BMW! Nice car, too.”

Daniels: “Collum with a forearm shot…and another! And anoth-no, blocked!! Pablo spins them around and slams Collum back against the vehicle! He staggers back a little and takes a running dive!!”

Masters: “Collum ducks!! Pablo slides off the other side of the car and hits the ground hard! Collum around to the side and he picks Pablo up, and…YES! He tears that stupid mask off his face!”

Daniels: “Collum removing Pablo’s mask and now SLAMS him face-first into the hood of the car! He rolls Pablo up onto the car now and turns around. Eric now…scaling up that tour-bus! The fans out here are going crazy as Eric Collum makes it to the top of the bus, looking down on El Pablo! What’s he going to do here!?”

Masters: “He’s gonna finish off EP for good, that’s what! Here he goes!! Collum with-OH MY GOD!!”

*SCREEEECH!* *CRAAAAAASH!*

Daniels: “What the HELL!? An AMBULANCE!?”

Masters: “That ambulance just sped in out of nowhere and crashed into the bus!! Eric Collum fell to the concrete floor!!”

Daniels: “Our camera is circling the ambulance now. There, at the driver’s side…the door is opening slowly… I don’t believe it!”

Masters: “NO!!”

-Eddie Rowan, bandaged around the head, dried blood still about his face pulls himself from the wrecked ambulance, shoving aside the deployed airbag. He looks at the mangled vehicle and just snickers, wincing in pain as he hobbles off.-

Eddie: “Bouche…”

Masters: “Did…did he HIJACK an ambulance!?”

Daniels: “I don’t know but that won’t be answering any 911 calls any time soon! Back on the other side of the bus now…Collum is actually picking himself up off the ground!”

Masters: “He’s a fighting champion, Daniels!”

Daniels: “He’s limping and favoring his right shoulder after that fall, he could be seriously injured here! But he’s still got El Pablo to contend with!”

Masters: “But…where IS El Pablo?”

Daniels: “That’s a good questi-EL PABLO!”

-El Pablo comes running over the top of a sedan, appearing out of NOWHERE! He flips OVER Collum’s head, the dazed champ turning to face him.-

Daniels: “SUPERKICK! RIGHT IN THE JAW!!”

Masters: “Collum crashes against the car and hits the floor motionless!! This is an outrage!!”

Daniels: “Pablo with the pin!!”

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*ding-ding-ding!*

Daniels: “The fans here in the arena are coming absolutely unglued after that match!”

-The ref checks on El Pablo and medical personnel rush the scene checking on Collum, both the cheers and Pablo’s music dimly audible in the backstage area. on video begins to play.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Portsmouth, England, ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ EL PABLO!!”

The fans cheer loudly but moments pass by and Pablo does not appear.

Masters: “HA! I knew it! El Pablo is too afraid to show up and take on Eric Collum!”

Daniels: “I highly doubt that’s the case…wait, I’m getting word that there’s something happening back stage!”

The tron cuts to a scene backstage that shows El Pablo and Eric Collum already brawling in the backstage area!

Daniels: “They couldn’t wait to get this match started, it seems! Pablo and Collum trading blows in the hall!”

Masters: “Pablo, that sneaky mouse! He’d better watch his tail or he’s going to end up sharing a hospital room with Eddie Rowan!”

Daniels: “It looks like our ref is on his way back there as Pablo and Collum trade shots, battling through the back hallway area! Collum with a knee to the midsection and then slams Pablo hard face-first into the wall! He grabs him and whips him to the other side of the hall, but Pablo reverses! Collum crashes into a merch booth!!”

Masters: “They’ll have to charge triple for that booth now, Jarred! It’s been graced by the champ’s presence!”

Daniels: “Pablo now up on the counter and it looks like he has…a replica title belt!? OH! Pablo smacks Collum right across the face with that belt! He swings again, but no! Collum with a clothesline takes Pablo’s feet out from under him! Pablo rolls off the counter and Collum climbs out after him. He lifts Pablo up by the mouse-ears and runs him right towards a door!!”

*CRASH!!*

Masters: “NOW where are they going!? OUTSIDE!?”

Daniels: “They have made their way out front, battling just outside the entrance here at the Pepsi Center! Out towards those pillars in the front and Collum runs Pablo up, he’s going to smash his face against it! Pablo throws a boot up, blocking it! Elbow to the gut and…DROP TOE-HOLD! Collum’s face smacks right against the pillar!!”

Masters: “The champ is down! He’s hurt! He’s…wait, what…EL PABLO!?”

Daniels: “We saw this last week! Pablo with the tail rub right in Collum’s face!! The fans out here are laughing hysterically!”

Masters: “This isn’t funny, Daniels! You can’t just embarrass the champion like this!!”

Daniels: “Pablo grabs Collum and starts dragging him back to the building. He gets a head of steam and…Collum goes face-first right into a bus! They’re entering the parking area now!”

Masters: “Pablo in control but…NO! Collum out of nowhere drives Pablo back-first into the door of that BMW! Nice car, too.”

Daniels: “Collum with a forearm shot…and another! And anoth-no, blocked!! Pablo spins them around and slams Collum back against the vehicle! He staggers back a little and takes a running dive!!”

Masters: “Collum ducks!! Pablo slides off the other side of the car and hits the ground hard! Collum around to the side and he picks Pablo up, and…YES! He tears that stupid mask off his face!”

Daniels: “Collum removing Pablo’s mask and now SLAMS him face-first into the hood of the car! He rolls Pablo up onto the car now and turns around. Eric now…scaling up that tour-bus! The fans out here are going crazy as Eric Collum makes it to the top of the bus, looking down on El Pablo! What’s he going to do here!?”

Masters: “He’s gonna finish off EP for good, that’s what! Here he goes!! Collum with-OH MY GOD!!”

*SCREEEECH!* *CRAAAAAASH!*

Daniels: “What the HELL!? An AMBULANCE!?”

Masters: “That ambulance just sped in out of nowhere and crashed into the bus!! Eric Collum fell to the concrete floor!!”

Daniels: “Our camera is circling the ambulance now. There, at the driver’s side…the door is opening slowly… I don’t believe it!”

Masters: “NO!!”

-Eddie Rowan, bandaged around the head, dried blood still about his face pulls himself from the wrecked ambulance, shoving aside the deployed airbag. He looks at the mangled vehicle and just snickers, wincing in pain as he hobbles off.-

Eddie: “Bouche…”

Masters: “Did…did he HIJACK an ambulance!?”

Daniels: “I don’t know but that won’t be answering any 911 calls any time soon! Back on the other side of the bus now…Collum is actually picking himself up off the ground!”

Masters: “He’s a fighting champion, Daniels!”

Daniels: “He’s limping and favoring his right shoulder after that fall, he could be seriously injured here! But he’s still got El Pablo to contend with!”

Masters: “But…where IS El Pablo?”

Daniels: “That’s a good questi-EL PABLO!”

-El Pablo comes running over the top of a sedan, appearing out of NOWHERE! He flips OVER Collum’s head, the dazed champ turning to face him.-

Daniels: “SUPERKICK! RIGHT IN THE JAW!!”

Masters: “Collum crashes against the car and hits the floor motionless!! This is an outrage!!”

Daniels: “Pablo with the pin!!”

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Daniels: “The fans here in the arena are coming absolutely unglued after that match!”

-The ref checks on El Pablo and medical personnel rush the scene checking on Collum, both the cheers and Pablo’s music dimly audible in the backstage area.

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CZW television redirects fans from action in the ring to the backstage area once again. Audiences are witness to a loud commotion; and it seems as if every pot and pan in the arena’s dining area hits the floor at once. The source of this commotion is unknown, but most suspect that the origin is the man who steps onto the screen once more tonight.

The Epitome of Technical Finesse, Justin Marsham, once again graces the screen. He emerges from the loud clamor and proceeds towards an oblivious Ryan Lewis. The CZW interviewer is caught off guard when Marsham speaks. His voice is powerful and startles Lewis, causing him to back pedal out of sheer natural instinct.

Justin Marsham: “I’ve got a job for you.”

Ryan Lewis: “Woah, ah! Damn Justin, you just scared the crap out of me.”

Justin Marsham: “I need you to do something for me.”

Ryan Lewis: “Okay. What do you need?”

Justin Marsham: “I have some information that I need you to spread around.”

Ryan Lewis: “Of what nature?”

Justin Marsham: “You saw what happened tonight during my match. You’ve seen what lengths Chris Ross has gone to in order to make my life a living Hell. Well, enough is enough! I want you to round up everyone you know. I want you to tell anyone you see. I want each and every person to bare witness to this night. Next week on Overdrive, all of this between Chris Ross and Justin Marsham ends.”

Ryan Lewis: “What?”

Justin Marsham: “I’m tired of Ross handing out the ultimatums! Now, it’s my turn. Ross needs to bring Sol to Overdrive. There's no deals. There's no more money or forcing me to work matches by myself. Screw all of that! No, all I want is for him to come prepared for battle because this war between the two of us is over next week. It’s OVER!”

He shouts directly into Ryan’s face, instilling a mild sense of distress. He trembles – but not for long. Eventually, Ryan realizes the sincerity to Marsham’s words. The Epitome of Technical Finesse has made a promise. The Chris Ross-Justin Marsham feud has an end and its date is set for next week’s Overdrive.

Attention returns to the commentators at the broadcast position, addressing the current Marsham-Ross rivalry.

Jarred Daniels: “Next week on Overdrive, it seems, will be the end of this three month quarrel between Justin Marsham and Chris Ross. It’s really hard to believe these two have been at each other’s throats for a quarter of a year. I also cannot believe that it’ll end. Actually, I refuse to believe it.”

William Masters: “With the personalities these two have, I find it hard to believe that it’ll be said and done with next week too, and then what about Buck Evans? He is gong ot want revenge after what Justin and Nasty did tonight.”

Jarred Daniels: “As crazy and manipulative Ross is, Marsham counteracts it with determination and ferocity, but he showed his cerebral side tonight with that coward like attack on Buck. And then Ross and Marsham…Well…These two are made to be rivals until the end of time.”

William Masters: “I think Marsham’s recent appearance this week summed it up the best. Marsham needs to end this battle with Ross. He doesn’t want to cash in that shot at the Intercontinental Championship and have a monkey the size of Ross on his back. So, maybe, just maybe, we’ll see the end to the Marsham-Ross ordeal. Or, maybe next week’ll just be a new chapter.”

Jarred Daniels: “So why his heinous attack on Evans then? Well fans, make sure you tune in to find out! But Don’t go anywhere now folks because up next is our main event!”

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~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- CZW TOWER OF POWER QUALIFYING MATCH -=-
"The Gambler" ACE KING vs. Karl "THE JACKAL" Jackson

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TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for a spot in the CZW Tower of Power at Road to Glory 2...and is tonight’s Overdrive MAIN EVENT! Introducing first, the special enforcers for this contest…Jacob Havok…Brian Kirkland & Mike Monroe…BEAUTIFUL AGONY!

- ‘Wings of a Butterfly’ begins to play on the stereo as the fans cheer loudly for the arrival of three of the best X Division stars in CZW History.

MASTERS: I don’t understand why these guys need to be at ringside here tonight.

DANIELS: Orders from…well Brian Damage I guess or the Board of Directors, someone seems to be playing games with Jesse Montana tonight, firstly stating that Montana will fight Maynard at the Pay-Per-View if he touches Maynard here tonight, which he did. Now they say Montana is not allowed at ringside for tonight’s main event, if he does interfere Jackal will automatically not be in the Tower of Power match, and even more so, Beautiful Agony will be the enforcers for this contest to make certain Montana does not interfere.

MASTERS: Who this person is who has a problem with Montana, they will be found and they will be made to pay, Jesse Montana shouldn’t be bossed around like this, he has been the greatest CZW President we have ever seen, now this white haired baby comes in and wrecks the day.

DANIELS: I wouldn’t say that, and who knows, it may not even be Brian Damage, however I wouldn’t be surprised, earlier on this week there were reports of foul behavior at the Damage residence.

MASTERS: Oh yeah, did they finally find Derek’s stash of drugs?!

DANIELS: You know damn well what I am referring to, Karl Jackson yet again making another criminal attack, this time breaking into the Damage residence, this man should be locked up William.

MASTERS: Brian should have never got himself involved, Jackal is not a very nice man. And if you think that is criminal, what about the reports of Ace King apparently taking a bribe, wanting to come out here tonight and lay down for the Jackal for money.

DANIELS: That is just absurd.

MASTERS: I know, as if the Jackal needs anyone to lay down for him, he is quite capable of making Ace King lie down permanently.

DANIELS: it is absurd because Ace King is one of the most integral men I have ever known, he is passionate about this business and he gives the fans what they want, he lives and breathes for that World Title and this company, so how dare anyone make up a rumor as ridiculous as that.

MASTERS: Yeah but everyone has a price Jarred.

DANIELS: That is pure bollocks. Ace King will give his every remaining drop of blood, bead of sweat, tears, he gives his all in this ring week after week, I implore whoever made up that pathetic rumor to have an ounce of passion and integrity Ace has, and become the most successful superstar in CZW, which he is.

MASTERS: Well anyway, as beautiful Agony surround this ring like the parasites we see sitting in the seats all around us, we must ask ourselves, why does the Jackal deserve this?!

DANIELS: Beautiful Agony are fair, they are not out here to be biased they are out here to protect Ace from anymore Montana interference, besides I doubt Montana can even walk after that choke slam Mortius gave him earlier on.

MASTERS: Montana is a lion, he will not be weakened by anything Mortius does. And you know what, I am beginning you’re the one who sent Montana these notes, I bet you have always been conspiring against him you tricky little man.

DANIELS: Unfortunately not, however Montana finally may have met his match whoever it is, and his associate Karl Jackson better realize he has no Montana to get him out of trouble tonight.

MASTERS: Jackal needs no one to bail him out, just like he didn’t need some scum bag to make up rumors about his match, this man can do it on his own.

- Suddenly ‘Path’ by Apocalyptica begins to play on the stereos, a new soundtrack for the Jackal.

MASTERS: And speaking of the Jackal, here he is now, sporting his new theme tune, much better than the last if you ask me.

DANIELS: Very nice, and here he is in his usual red outfit, changed slightly, he now has a drawing of what appears to be a Jackal on the front of his outfit, his icy eyes just like the creature’s on his shirt.

MASTERS: Appears to be a Jackal? Of course it’s a damn Jackal you misfit, it’s hardly going to be a damn hyena is it?!

- The Jackal receives the same amount of boos as usual, this time drowning out a powerful instrumental piece by Apocalyptica. Karl stands up and raises both arms in the air as fireworks blast off from the staging area, the fans and BA having their eyes locked on the former IC Champion. Karl now begins to stride down to the ring, his cold eyes brightly shining just like the Jackal on his outfit as he edges closer to the ring. Karl decides to walks around as he gains a deep stare with every member of BA before climbing into the ring, then posing once more as the song ‘Path’ begins to close, fireworks spraying up once more.

MASTERS: Wow that tune really fit well with the Jackals’ style didn’t it, his highly intense style, his fierce nature, his…

DANIELS: Yes I think we get the idea, it was marvelous…

MASTERS: What’s wrong Jarred? Scared he may grab you and hold you captive in his ring again?!

DANIELS: Yeah I bet you loved that didn’t you, however Ace King came to my rescue, a man who is decent, a man who cares for others…a man who…

MASTERS: Oh your breaking my heart. Shut your trap for once Jarred.

- The arena one again is full of excitement as ‘Ace of Spades’ begin to sound throughout the arena, fans jumping off their seats, crazy for their favorite Ace King.

DANIELS: HERE HE IS WILLIAM…A MAN WHO WILL SILENCE THE DOUBTERS…BURY THE CRITICS…KILL THE RUMORS…THIS MAN IS THE ONLY TWO TIME INT…

MASTERS: Oh great, your never going to shut up now are you, I hate this man.

- Ace King arrives on the stage as BA begin to walk up to meet him. Ace begins to speak with them as all four men attend to the crowd, die hard fans wanting to touch their heroes. Ace King now pats each one on the back as he finally turns his attention to Karl Jackson, a man he has rivaled for now for only a month, however the feud could already have the potential to b the best ever. Ace King enters the ring as the two men stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. The music soon stops as all that is left is the roaring of the fans.

DANIELS: We have all the ingredients in place, and we are now set for what should be one of the most intense main events for some time. Both these men are great technical wrestlers however both know how to fight rough, both want to win I assure you all of that.

MASTERS: Of course they do, a shot at the World Title is at stake, Intercontinental Belt aside, I mean these guys would give it their all for that belt, but the World Title is something else, something special, is separates you from everyone else, once you hold that belt you know you have made it, and when you have it your at the top no matter what anyone says.

DANIELS: Yes and one of these men could be that person, Ace King for a second time, Jackal for his first time, this match should be a classic and Beautiful Agony here at ringside should make sure it’s settled fairly.

MASTERS: And that goes for them too, if they interfere in this match in any shape or form, Montana should have them all suspended.

DANIELS: I’m sure it works both ways, anyway, as the referee speaks to these men, and the fans are on the edge of their seats, it’s time once again for Overdrive’s…MAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNN EVENT!!!!!!!!!

*DING DING*

- The match begins as Jackal and Ace both circle each other, both know each other well, know the lengths both are willing to go to in order to get the win. The fans chant for Ace King as BA can’t help but clap along. Jackal is unaffected though as he dives in and grabs Ace around the waist, taking him down with a waist lock takedown, Ace King spins around and fights free, managing to grab Jackal’s arm too as he gets up and bends it around his back, a hammerlock applied by the Gambler. Jackal is quick to walk to the ropes, as the referee steps in but Jackal hit’s a dirty elbow taking Ace off guard.

MASTERS: Nice, Jacko almost hit the referee there with that elbow, shame he missed, would of knocked some sense into him.

DANIELS: Your still upset he tried to order Montana to the back?!

MASTERS: The audacity of him, he should be fired!

- The Jackal smiles at Ace as the fans boo loudly, Ace smiling too though, not getting affected by Jackal’s mind games, Ace being far too experienced. Both men now lock up again as Jackal quickly hit’s a kick to the sternum, breaking the lock up attempt, he then hit’s a European Uppercut as he begins to go on the offence. Ace is backed into the corner now as Jackal begins to hit several European Uppercuts before grabbing Ace by the head and placing him on the top rope turnbuckle sitting down.

DANIELS: Looks like this match could quickly turn risky, both men will be trying anything, whether it’s risky or not to get the win here.

MASTERS: This is not risky for the Jackal, he has done it more times before than you have spoke to a woman, well…plenty more times.

- The Jackal tries to step up but Ace fights out with right hands, Jackal quickly slipping off as Ace stands up, on the second rope as he dives off…

DANIELS: OH MY…SINNER AFFLICTION FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: AHHHH!!! ACE WITH A CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER, JACKAL COULD BE HURT EARLY ON HERE!

- Ace King managers to get a weak cover, placing his hand over the chest of the motionless Jackal.

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DANIELS: Jacko gets a shoulder up, and this match starting fast.

- Mike Monroe is heard to groan as jackal kicks out, along with several thousand fans on the same side. Ace King soon gets to his feet as Jackal is on his knees. Ace hit’s a forearm shot over the back of Jackal, then lifts him up for a Piledriver. Jackal uses his experience though to fight out, hitting both his calves around the ears of Ace as he lets go. Jackal quickly getting back up as he now rakes the eyes of Ace following with another European Uppercut, Ace falling back to the ropes. Jackal walks slowly up to Ace, both men having a slight breather as Jackal goes to Irish whip the Gambler, however he reverses as it’s the Jackal who stampedes off towards the ropes, as he bounces back Ace King explodes with a running forearm smash, knocking the Jackal to his ass, but bounces back up as Ace hits another forearm smash. Jackal gets up a second time, this tie with less enthusiasm, Ace now lifting the Jackal up and dropping hi with an Inverted Atomic Drop, then hit’s a body slam on him to follow it up.

DANIELS: Wow Ace King has had a burst of momentum, and now he finds himself on roll of some sort.

MASTERS: Yes the high roller maybe on a roll but just like most gamblers, they get greedy and bite of more than they can chew, going bankrupt, trust me I should know, that is how I lost my first wife.

DANIELS: She left you because of your obsessive gambling problems?!

MASTERS: No, I made a big bet one day but ran out of money, so I gambled my wife away, and can I just say, smartest move I’ve ever made, I married a model half her age after that you know.

DANIELS: Oh really and what happened to her?

MASTERS: Blackjack, it’s a sorry game.

- Ace comes back and picks Jackal up, but before he can get another right hand on him, Jackal rolls under the ropes. The fans seem to not like this especially as Jackal smirks at Ace, holding his jaw as Ace yells at him to get back into the ring. The Jackal climbs the apron as Ace steps towards him, Jackal stepping back down again, enraging the fans once more.

DANIELS: He has had his breather, somebody get him back into the ring.

MASTERS: There is a ten count and he has 8 seconds left, so calm down, besides there is no law against having a breather.

- As the Jackal laughs at Ace, suddenly Havok and Monroe launch him back into the ring, all three BA members laughing as the crowd erupts.

MASTERS: How in the World is that fair? Jesse can’t place his hands on Ace, but BA can do that to the Jackal?!

- Jackal irate stares at them, as Ace King grabs him from behind…TIGER SUPLEX PIN!!!!!!

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DANIELS: Wow that was a close one, and Jacko won’t be taking his eyes off the champ again, im sure about that.

MASTERS: Damn these group of ingrates.

- Jackal begins to rise, holding the back of his head as Ace begins to his knife-edge chops after chop, the fans really getting into the match. Jackal quickly shuts them up though as he aggressively hit’s a high knee in the sternum of Ace, then switches it around, Ace now stuck in the corner. Jackal begins to hit pounding shot after shot, Ace losing his breath as Jackal now winds hi up, then Irish whips him into the corner with so much force that Ace crashes off the turnbuckle and onto the ground.

MASTERS: And there is that intensity that we all know and love.

DANIELS: This match is like a roller coaster, so many twists and turns ups and downs.

MASTERS: Last time I was on a roller coaster I accidentally threw some guy off the ride.

DANIELS: What?!

MASTERS: Well he was sick all over my brand new suit, don’t worry it was only about 50 feet down.

- Jackal now strides slowly over towards Ace, a certain cockiness in his expressions as he looks at Mike and Havok, the two men who threw hi back in the ring, pointing at them and telling them they will be next. Jackal now picks up Ace as he locks his arms around his waist…

DANIELS: OH MY JACKAL JUST HIT A HUGE RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: And I hope BA know they could be next!

- Ace King is flat on his face, having flipped all the way over from the almighty suplex. Jackal now slowly scurries over towards Ace, rolling him over and getting a cover.

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- Jackal smashes his fists on the canvas as he now pounces Ace, beginning to hit closed fists strikes into his forehead over and over again. The referee tries to stop him as Jackal just shoves him off, the arena getting drowned with boos. Suddenly Mike Monroe stands up on the apron, Jackal releasing Ace as he walks over, both men getting face to face. Jackal then spits right in the face of Mike as the fans go wild, Mike tries to get in desperately irate from that, but the referee stops him. Jackal then goes back up to Ace who seems to be making his way to his feet. The referee now having his back turned is perfect for Jackal as he runs up and simply boots Ace King right in the groin, the Gambler dropping straight away in pain.

DANIELS: What a sickening attack, and what a disgusting thing to do.

MASTERS: I know, Mike Monroe should be ashamed of himself for interfering like that.

DANIELS: I am talking about the Jackal you dipstick, Mike got spat on for goodness sake and then Jackal goes further and boots Ace right in the groin.

MASTERS: Sorry Ruth but well, Ace may not be able to give you what you want.

DANIELS: YOU SICK FUCK. You know about Ruth’s failed pregnancy and you say something like that, you should be ashamed of yourself.

MASTERS: Sorry, I forgot about that.

- Jackal now laughs at BA and the fans and even Ace who has tears down his face. Jackal now begins to stomp on Ace, and then looks at Mike again, telling he missed a spot on his nose. Jackal then chuckles as he lifts Ace up, the Gambler unable to stand properly. Jackal now throws him shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle post, a thud echoing around the arena. The Jackal now mischievously walks up and begins unwrapping a turnbuckle post, taking the padding off. The referee tries to stop hi but it’s too late. The Jackal now grabs Ace and slowly walks him over to the turnbuckle. Jackal now winds up Ace as he grabs his head, about to plant it into the plain steel of the corner post.

DANIELS: THIS IS WRONG, THAT STEEL COULD CUT THROUGH A SKULL WITH EASE!

MASTERS: And that is exactly why Jackal exposed it, he uses every part of this ring as a weapon, he is so experienced.

DANIELS: Wait, Jacob Havok is up on the apron now as the fans cheer.

MASTERS: What are these guys? Damn annoying jack in the boxes that is what. Get him Jacko!

- Jackal now releases Ace and this tie swings wildly with a right hand, Havok ducks as Jackal spins around, Ace now there as he clotheslines him down to the canvas. Ace now grabs the legs of Jackal…

MASTERS: I THINK HE IS GOING FOR A SLINGSHOT…INTO THAT EXPOSED STEEL!!!!

DANIELS: JACKAL’S OWN PLAN COMING BACK TO BITE HIM ON THE BUTT!

MASTERS: And these damn clowns in the BA or whatever they are seem to be high-fiving each other, and these fans like this?!

DANIELS: AND HE HIT IT…JACKAL CRASHING OFF THE STEEL…THESE FANS ARE ELECTRIC!!!!!!!! OH AND ACE WITH A ROLL UP!!!!!!!!!!!

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MASTERS: AHHHHHH!!!! WAIT NO JACKAL KICKS OUT…PHEW!

DANIELS: Close call, not only us but also BA was cheering there.

MASTERS: I wasn’t cheering you brown nose.

- Ace gets up as Jackal tries to stand, but clearly off balance as he drops to his knees. Ace smelling blood walks up and begins to hit jackal with right closed fists, Jackal with a slight trickle of blood rolling down his face. Ace now grabs Jackal as he sets him up….Atomic Drop as Jackal flies off and goes through the ropes landing on the concrete outside.

MASTERS: Poor Jackal, and I hope those hyenas in Beautiful Agony don’t attack Karl while he is recovering.

DANIELS: They are here to make sure Jackal and Jesse don’t try anything.

MASTERS: Yeah to the naïve eye.

DANIELS: Wow. And Jackal is bleeding pretty badly now.

- Jackal stands up, now leaning on the announcers table as he looks Jarred. He then checks his forehead as he sees the blood, beginning to growl as he now throws a man off his seat at ringside, some staff member as he grabs the steel chair.

DANIELS: Jackal has gone insane, and now he has a weapon!

- Jackal walks up to the ring but before he can get the chair into the ring, Brian Kirkland grabs the chair, taking it off an angered Jackal. Jackal now walks up to BK as he smiles, then launches a punch into his face knocking him down. Suddenly Havok and Monroe launch on him as the three men brawl, the referee splitting them up.

MASTERS: What a ridiculous match this is, Kirkland, Havok and Monroe are acting like imbeciles, they should let these two men fight fairly.

DANIELS: Kirkland is doing his damn job, fighting fairly doesn’t involve one with a chair. And wait what is Ace King doing? Where is he going?!

MASTERS: The guy might just be as insane as his team mates…JACKAL…LOOK OUT!

DANIELS: I THINK ACE IS…YES…ACE FLIES OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND HITS JACKAL WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!!!!!! OH MY!!!!!!!!!!!!

- The fans are cheering as Ace now gets up, kicking the chair to one side as he now picks up Jackal and rolls him back into the ring, the referee finally getting back in too. Ace goes for the cover…

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- Ace now gets back up as he grabs the Jackal…BOSTON CRAB! Jackal tries to twist and turn, just to escape the hold but Ace quickly has it locked in, a technically sound move in which jackal finds himself in the center of the ring. Ace leans back as the fans begin to cheer, Monroe and Kirkland who has just recently got up form the right hand of the Jackal now drum on the apron for Ace to make Jackal tap out, again.

DANIELS: It’s all swung in the favor of the Gambler now, Ace made Karl tap before, can he do it again?!

MASTERS: He never tapped, I thought I had told you what happened.

- Jackal makes his way to the ropes, bit hardly seems to be getting anywhere. Ace leans back even further, his grin showing off his missing tooth, he grinds and grinds away as Jackal screams, blood now pouring down his face. As the fans scream…’TAP OUT’ Jackal now feels an urge to carry on, making his way to the ropes, but Ace King quickly takes him back into the middle of the ring, Jackal with no where to go.

DANIELS: Jackal may have to tap out again here.

MASTERS: HE NEVER TAPPED OUT!

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DANIELS: WAIT…JACKAL REVERSES…AMAZING AND HE ROLLS THROUGH…JACKAL LOCK!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: Now who is gonna tap out…wooooooooooo!!!

- Jackal singes the Jackal Lock in as situations are reversed, Jackal trying to apply pressure but the blood is in his eyes, and the previous move took it’s toll. Ace quickly rolls through too as Jackal now falls onto the second rope. Mike Monroe is there and so is Brian Kirkland. Both men slap the Jackal getting back for earlier, Jackal now standing back up and spinning around as somehow Ace jumps up…

HIGH ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MASTERS: AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! ACE IS GOING TO TOWER OF POWER?!

DANIELS: NO…I THINK JACKAL KICKED OUT…

MASTERS: I KNEW THAT…YES IT WAS A TWO COUNT…JACKAL IS STILL IN THIS THING!

- Both men lie down motionless as they rest. The fans are loud, chanting for Ace King to get up. Suddenly the lights in the arena begin to flicker.

DANIELS: What is this?!

MASTERS: I think these fans were so loud they broke the lights above, or the power is going down.

DANIELS: I don’t think so…WAIT WHO IS THAT ON THE COMBAT-TRON?!!!!!!!!

- The cameras then zoom in on the titontron as the fans sit silence, now in complete darkness, pitch black in the arena, except for the lights on the titontron. We see a room somewhere, not sure exactly where. The camera slowly travels down a long passage way, looking familiar. The camera then shows a locker room named ‘Beautiful Agony’. This means that we are backstage at the Pepsi Center. Suddenly we begin to hear a woman’s scream as once inside, we see what appears to be a woman tied to a chair.

DANIELS: This is just creepy folks.

MASTERS: Wait, there is a woman tied up in BA’s locker room?! Those kinky bastards!

DANIELS: Wait, you don’t think it’s Lauren do you?!

MASTERS: It could be, wait, who is that…IT IS MR. KILJOY…THE X DIVISION CHAMPION!!!

- The camera shows Lauren crying and whimpering as Kiljoy sits next to her smiling broadly. He then rips off the masking tape around the mouth of Lauren as she begins to scream ‘GET ME OUTTA HERE!’

Kiljoy now covers her mouth with his hand as he shushes her, smiling still. He now looks into the camera talking BA.

‘She is a pretty girl isn’t she. She could be a model, a diva…maybe even my wife. Mike Monroe…Jacob Havok…Brian Kirkland…even that little slut Tatum Regan…Here you see your precious little Lauren, only she isn’t in the best of moods, I have no ides whhhhhyyyyyyyyyy!!!! Hahahahahahah!!!!!!!!

He begins to lick her cheek as she cries heavily.

‘If you want to see, feel or taste the lovely skin of this woman again, I suggest you come and get here boys…but be fast, I don’t wait around for long…hahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANIELS: THAT SICK SON OF A…

MASTERS: I suggest BA get the hell outta ringside and get back there now, that clown is a maniac.

The lights come back on now at ringside, the fans booing as Mike, Brian and Jacob begin to leave ringside, frantically rushing to the back.

DANIELS: Well these guys have to do what they need, I mean a life of their friend is on the line, and that leaves us with Ace and Jackal, no enforcers.

MASTERS: Hey that is great, maybe I should thank Kiljoy whenever I see him.

DANIELS: That is sick. Anyway, both these men are now back up, lets get back down to action.

- Ace looks around, feeling a bit weary about the whole situation as he begins to brawl with Jackal. Ace gets the advantage as he now Irish whips him to the ropes, Ace with a forearm smash…NO…Jackal ducks, and now from behind…GERMAN SUPLEX! Jackal holds on as Ace and Jackal both get back to their feat. Jackal now goes for a second and hits it, the fans now booing as Jackal is gaining the quick advantage. Jackal now up as he tries to pick Ace up for a third, now with him up…NO VICTORY ROLL BY ACE!!!

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- Both men back up and this time Ace hits a forearm smash, Jackal down but back up again. Ace now with an arm drag, then an arm bar. Jackal quickly powers up and out of the hold, hitting Ace with a snap mare takedown, then a sleeper. Ace now tries to get up, but Jackal squeezes hard, Ace finding himself stuck in the center of the ring. The fans are quickly on Ace’s side yet again as they chant his name, half chanting ‘Jackal sucks’ too.

MASTERS: These insensitive pricks, how dare they chant this, Jackal does not suck, in fact he does not suck so much he actually blows.

DANIELS: So what your saying is the Jackal does not suck, he blows?!

MASTERS: Wait…I mean…hang on…oh shut up!

- Ace now with a shoot of adrenaline gets to his knees, and quickly onto his feet as he hits an elbow into Jackal’s gut, then another, Ace fights free as he runs at the ropes, he bounces off…JACKAL WITH A BELLY TO BELLY…NO…ACE COUNTERS…BELLY TO BELLY OF HIS OWN!

DANIELS: Wow, these two men are full of counters and reversals, there technically great, possibly the best in CZW today!

- Ace now instead of going for a pin begins to climb the top rope again, slightly out of his character, however the fans are on their feet for him now. Ace sets Jackal up…

DANIELS: WAIT…WHO THE HELL IS THIS…OH NO IT’S MONTANA AND HE IS JOINED BY THAT FREAK IMPALER…

MASTERS: Glad to see hi back and okay after that Mortius incident.

DANIELS: Well he already got himself into a match with Mayo at the PPV, is he now going to defy the law again and get Jackal banned from the Tower of Power?

MASTERS: Jesse Montana makes the rules.

- Ace King sees them as Jesse Montana stays on the stage, ordering Impaler to get Ace.

MASTERS: And Impaler can attack Ace, it never said anything about Impaler remember…

DANIELS: Damn them! WAIT…HPLY CRAP ACE KING JUST DIVED OFF THE TOP ROPE AND HIT IMPALER ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: Impaler always screws it up.

- Ace King now gets up as the fans are cheering loudly. Ace climbs the top rope again, looking for Jackal but suddenly Karl dives up off the ground and jumps athletically onto the top rope in one movement…

DANIELS: The distraction was enough…WHAT IS JACKAL THINKING…HOLY MOTHER OF GOD A DDT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: HAHAHA ACE KING COULD BE OUT FOR GOOD!

- Jackal now begins to slowly crawl over to Ace as Montana screams him on. Jesse Montana then yells at Impaler and tells him to go backstage. Jackal eventually gets there…

DANIELS: THIS SHOULD DO IT…AND I KNEW THEY WOULD SCREW ACE!

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MASTERS: MONTANA JUMPS UP AND DOWN AND THESE FANS BOO…BUT JACKAL HAS DONE IT!

DANIELS: NO…THE REFEREE SIGNALS A TWO COUNT…

MASTERS: WHAT?! WE NEED TO SEE A REPLAY THERE.

- As the replay is shown, it becomes clear Ace only just got the shoulder up. Jackal bangs his fists on the canvas once again as Jesse now tells him something. Jackal gets up and rips the shoulder straps of his outfit down, he knows it’s near the end now.

JACKSON CRUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MASTERS: HE HAS IT…HE HAS IT…

DANIELS: LAST TIME ACE WAS THIS HE MADE AN AMAZING REVERSAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Ace King within a few seconds begins to lose all strength as the fans beg and plead hi on, Montana the opposite way round.

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DANIELS: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT…LAST TIE HE REVERSED IT…NOW HE HAS AGAIN!!!!!!!

MASTERS: AHHHHHH!!! He’s just stolen the move off Jackal again.

DANIELS: Ace had it first!

- The fans now sense the end as they fly off their seats, cheering for Ace to win this event. Jackal slowly passes out as the blood covers his face. Jackal now making no motion…the referee checks on him…

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MASTERS: NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

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MASTERS: WAIT…HAHAHAHA…JACKAL UNBELIEVABLE…AMAZING…

DANIELS: JACKAL REVERSES BACK…WAIT…BOTH HAVE THIS HOLD ON?! NO WAY I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Both men have a variation of their own specialized Gogoplata’s. Ace and Jackal both refusing to tap, both refusing to even let go…

DANIELS: This is amazing folks, even Jesse Montana seems amazed.

MASTERS: His protégé is about to enter the World Title race.

DANIELS: I think Ace has it…

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MASTERRS: Jackal wins it, I am so proud of him and so is Montana. What a great day.

DANIELS: Erm calm down buddy, Jackal cant have won, he is not even moving…although neither is Ace.

MASTERS: So when the hell is this ref gonna say who won?!

- The fans are left in anticipation as the referee jumps out the ring and discusses matters with Jessica Towers. Jesse Montana now gets into the ring as the ref climbs back, checking on both men, both still out cold. Montana grabs the ref by the shirt as then Towers gets up, microphone in hand.

TOWERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, according to the referee this contest due to both opponents not being able to continue…THIS CONTEST ENDS IN A DRAW!

MASTERS: No way, I can’t believe my eyes and neither can the boss.

DANIELS: Both men gave it their all, both men now what? Enter the Tower of Power?!

-As the Jackal comes to, Jesse Montana tells him the results, but clearly he is in no state of conscious just yet, blood smeared across his face. Ace King is helped up by the referee as ‘Ace of Spades’ begins to play, Ace and the fans now celebrating, though it seems both men are victorious.

MASTERS: Why are they playing his music? And why is he celebrating like he won? He passed out, Jarred.

DANIELS: AND SO DID JACKAL! Anyway, both men whether they like it or not, well…I GUESS THEIR BOTH IN THE TOWER OF POWER…AND THIS FEUD WILL CONTINUE!

- Jackal and Ace now go face to face, Ace leaving with his music playing. Jesse Montana stares at Ace as he leaves, both Jackal and Ace not taking their eyes off each other as Ace raises his arms, the fans cheering for the Gambler.

DANIELS: Well both men qualify I guess, and this feud is far from over, but both now have a chance in two weeks time to become World Champions.

MASTERS: Both are victorious?! I can’t believe my eyes.

DANIELS: And what happened with Lauren? What a show we had for you tonight, join us next week folks and after that it’s the big one, Road to Glory 2, but first, let me say thanks for tuning in and it’s goodnight from me Jarred Daniels.

MASTERS: AND ME WILLIAM MASTERS!

DANIELS: What a week…so long folks!

CZW President
Jesse Montana

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