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CZW Presents OVERDRIVE!
February 22nd 2010
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
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-=- sXe vs. HD! -=-
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-=- TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT FINALS! -=-
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-=- CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! -=-
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-=- PSYCHO VS. MISFIT! -=-
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-=- OPENING MATCH FOR OVERDRIVE! -=-
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*************************************************************** BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! "Breathe Into Me" by Red plays as the cameras pan around the jam packed Crown Coliseum in Fayetteville, North Carolina. The crowd is ecstatic as crowd members hold signs such as: "STRAIGHT EDGE IS FOR LOSERS!" "FISCUS SUCKS!" "WE WANT MARSHAM!" and "I WANNA JOIN BEAUTIFUL AGONY" The camera pans around some more, and as the song dies down it the feed cuts to the announcers table, where Shawn Waters, Jarred Daniels, and William Masters are sitting, each wearing a suit. DANIELS: "Hello everyone, welcome to the Crown Coliseum in Fayetteville, NC... and welcome to OVERDRIVE!" WATERS: "We have an excellent program for you tonight, as the tag team tournament finals will be held in a three way match... the winners get a tag title shot at Road To Glory III!" MASTERS: "We'll also have that wretched bastard Cage Stryker take on my new personal favorite wrestler, Ryan Shane!" DANIELS: "And our main event... The hometown lonewolf, Maynard O'Toole will fight the reigning World Heavyweight champion, Alan Fiscus! A match months in the making." MASTERS: "The champ will finally finish it once and for all, closing the book on the Whole Damn Show!" WATERS: "But our first contest might just steal the show, a perfect match up of skill and speed... The Real Deal vs Big Time!" *** -=- Dwayne Campbell vs. Rob Wright -=- *** Jenny Jacobs: The following contest is the opening match of this week’s Overdrive…and it is scheduled for one fall! “I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT A BITCH AIN’T ONE, HIT ME!” “Points Of Authority/99 Problems” by Linkin Park & Jay-Z play over the P.A. system of the Crown Coliseum as making his way to the ring, accompianed by a huge pop, is Dwayne Campbell… Jenny Jacobs: Introducing first… from Charlotte, North Carolina…weighing in at 230 pounds, “BIG TIME”…DWAAAAAYNE CAMPBELL! Daniels: And there is a man, who two weeks ago, went to hell and back with his former friend, Brian Kirkland…gentlemen, viewers at home… Dwayne Campbell is surely an up-and-comer here in CZW. Masters: He might have gone to hell and back, but he didn’t get the job done. Waters: Irregardless, Bill…I agree with Daniels here, and I must say, I’ve been impressed with the man nicknamed Big Time. Masters: That’s not what she said. “In The End” by Linkin Park now plays as from behind the curtains carrying his Money In The Bank briefcase, is Rob Wright… Jenny Jacobs: And his opponent… from Springfield, Massachusetts… he is Mr. Money In The Bank… “Mr. Blaze For Days”, “The Real Deal” ROBBBBB WRIIIIGHT! Daniels: Listen to the crowd reaction, folks. This is right down the middle in terms of popularity…but the question is, who will be the better man, tonight? Waters: Jarred, you hit the nail right on the head… Masters: That’s what she said… Waters: …this match will truly be a slugfest. Wright favors kicks, Campbell is a pugilist. Masters: Can he say that on a family show? Daniels: He meant that Dwayne was a boxer, you twit… Masters: Language, you… Waters: …is that whiskey on your breath? Masters: Maybe… The bell rings, as both men, circle the ring. Dwayne takes the regins, an initiates a collar-and-elbow tie-up… Rob reverses into a rear waistlock, and attempts to lift Dwayne for a German Suplex, only to be blocked with a rolling headlock by Campbell…Rob’s shoulders are down… ONE… TWO… Wright gets the shoulder up, as the match continues. Rob turns his body, allowing him to get to a standing position… he delivers three hard elbows to the gut of Dwayne, as he manages to escape. He takes three steps and rebounds off the ropes…getting nailed with a shoulder block, by Dwayne. Daniels: Strong showing so far by Dwayne Campbell…Dwayne goes off the ropes…Oooh! Drop Toe Hold by Wright! Rob had Campbell scouted, and was able to counter. Waters: This is a very technically sound match, from these guys…I’m loving it… Daniels: Wright shoots the half nelson, hook of the near leg…One...Two… Campbell gets the left shoulder up off of the mat. Masters: Listen to the both of you…You’re enjoying this kind of stuff? It’s so boring…I want to see a suplex, I want blood! Waters: You need to pop a Ritalin, and calm down… Campbell is back to his feet now, as he delivers a toe kick to Wright, keeling him over. Dwayne then drops down and delivers a stiff uppercut to the point of Rob’s jaw, as Wright hits the mat hard. He shakes his head, as Campbell jumps over him and springs off the ropes. Wright rolls to a knee, as Dwayne leapfrogs him, and Wright shifts the momentum by walloping Campbell across the temple with a spinning heel kick. Dwayne, holds his face, as he rolls out of the ring and stands in front of the announce table. Daniels: Dwayne Campbell is here on the outside in front of us. Waters: That heel kick rocked his face off… Masters: What is that idiot Wright, doing? Rob claps his hands, as the crowd gets behind him… Wright runs towards the opposite ropes and cleanly sentons over them, expecting to land on Campbell… BUT DWAYNE MOVES! Rob Wright crashes and burns, spine first onto the edge of the announcers desk, and crashing onto his neck, on the padding below. Campbell picks Ron up by the hair, and delivers a snap suplex to the outside… Masters: Well, that’s why it’s high risk...hit or miss...and Wright has struck out. Campbell rolls Wright into the ring now, as he hooks the leg… ONE… TWO… THR---- NO! Wright manages to kick out, though his back in obviously injured. Campbell wraps his arms around Rob’s waist now…and lifts him to his feet. Campbell then pops his hips and drives Wright overhead with a German Suplex… Dwayne keeps his grip, and pops his hips, swinging both his and Wright’s bodies into an upright position…and driving “The Real Deal” back first, once again onto the mat. Campbell retains the grip still, and lifts Rob once again…. Daniels: Could we see a trifecta here? Waters: Could be… Dwayne German Suplexes Wright again….but Rob lands on his feet. Dwayne rises, as Rob back kicks Campbell in the gut. Dwayne rushes forward now and gets arm dragged…as they repeat the process two more times. Dwayne bumps hard to the canvas. Wright runs against the ropes…and Dwayne kips up, and delivers a VISCIOUS STO to Rob Wright, turning him inside out! Daniels: OH GOOD GOD! WRIGHT HAS TO BE DEAD! Waters: If he’s not…I’ll tell you one thing…this match has to be over. Masters: All Campbell has to do...is get the cover... Dwayne unfolds Rob, and goes for the cover… ONE… TWO... THRE….-KICKOUT! Masters: OH COME ON! Daniels: Somehow, Rob Wright, finds the reserve to continue…take a look at the face of “Big Time” Dwayne Campbell… Waters: Pure frustration… Campbell lifts Rob to his feet, and delivers a backhand chop…followed by an Irish Whip to the turnbuckles. Wright, seems to be out of it in the corner. Dwayne pulls down his kneepads, perhaps signaling for the end… Masters: Overtime, means game over for Rob Wright…this is it! Dwayne charges at Rob with the exposed knees and leaps...catching nothing but turnbuckle! Wright moved! Wright picks Dwayne up, and sets him up…. THE WRIGHT STUFF! Masters: NO! NO! NO! Waters: Rob Wright hits The Wright Stuff, and there he goes, climbing to the top rope… Daniels: There he goes… WRIGHT FLIGHT! Hook of the far leg… ONE…. TWO… ……. THREE! The bell rings as “In The End” plays again…as Rob Wright is on his feet, holding his ribs after the Frog Splash. The referee raises his hand, in victory… Jacobs: Here is your winner, “Mr. Money In The Bank”, ROBBBBB WRIIIIIIIGHT! Rob rolls out of the ring, holding high his Money In The Bank Briefcase…our camera cuts back to Dwayne Campbell in the ring…as our scene switches… ***
(With out warning the CZW Combatron begins to flash wildly, the lights drop to complete darkness and the voice of Johnny Cash is heard, “And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts and I looked and behold a pale horse and it’s name it said on him was death and hell followed with him.” An eerie green light begins to glow from the under and through the entrance ramp as a pale light projects out of the entry position of the ramp and When the Man Comes Around by Johnny Cash begins to play. Atop the entrance ramp appears a man clad in green suit with what resembles ribs painted on going down the sides of his tank top, with green and black pants, and capped off with a mask that resembles a skull with the man’s own stringy black hair coming out the from the top. He is proceeded by a significantly shorter man with long black hair that appears to be thinning at the front, dressed in a three piece suit that consists of black slacks with a black shirt and a red blazer to accent it. The masked man stands solid like statue until the man dressed in the suit motions toward the ring. The masked man then begins to make his deliberate march to the ring with no hesitation the masked man walks down the ramp as green spotlight casts an dim creepy light upon him and his handler. The masked man now reaches the ring and pulls himself up on to the apron as his handler walks up the ring stairs. The masked man then holds the ropes open for the man in the suit, the man in the suit steps through, then motions for the masked man to enter, and he does so standing up quickly and stepping over the top rope. The man in the suit then goes and retrieves a microphone from the ring announcer.)
Daniels: Who are these two men?
Masters: Well if you would be quiet I am sure they will tell you soon enough.
(The house lights then come up and then we see the masked man standing once again like a statue and his handler pacing methodically in front of him with a microphone in hand the crowd in silence at the presence and entrance these two men just made.)
Suited Man: Good evening CZW fans and wrestlers alike, first off let me start by introducing myself. I am Father Richard and I come have come here to CZW to tell you all that the ways of this company are not only dooming not only the CZW wrestlers and staff as a whole to a burning damnation in the after life. I have watch and am disgusted with exploitation, corruption, deceit and decadence this company has exuded. But maybe I shouldn’t blame the company maybe I should blame you people. You people encourage the behavior these men exhibit on a nightly basis and why so that you can be entertained?
(Father Richard then steps up next to the masked man and stares up at the hulking figure.)
Richard: This man is an instrument of the almighty, this man is known to everyone here in CZW in the audience and in that cesspool that is called a locker room. It has bread all the major comings of a great Day of Reckoning everything has occurred here, famine, pestilence, war, and now I have brought forth the man who will be the rider upon the paler horse. I have brought death in hopes of a new beginning in this little microcosm known as CZW and his name is, Impaler!
(The crowd sends out a chorus of boos and shocked gasps at the returning of the behemoth known as Impaler.)
Richard: But it is not for us to judge, no, no, it is for us to bring salvation, salvation through sacrifice, salvation through punishment, salvation for your sins through your penance. You can boo me and Impaler if you like but know this we will put an end to all of the sins in this house of falsehoods and false prophets known as CZW. And in the end you all look at us and thank us for saving your souls and showing you all the light of a new day you can count on that.
(With that said the two of them make their exit to When the Man Comes Around as play by Johnny Cash both men march with purpose backstage.) ***
Jarred: “Wait, Jessica Towers is getting back in the ring.”
Jessica, obviously: “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the entrance of the Honorable Caleb Walker. He humbly wishes to present his case to the members of the jury, the CZW audience.”
Twisted Sister’s ‘Burn In Hell’ plays over the soundsystem as Walker calmly walks down to the ring. He is wearing a slate gray three piece suit and carrying a brown leather briefcase, but he also still wears his shades and chain mail headdress. As he climbs into the ring, two CZW staffers are placing a podium into the ring and affixes a microphone to it. They bail as Walker places his briefcase next to the podium and steps up to the mic.
Caleb: “Friends, Romans, Loyal CZW fans, I am truly sorry to delay your disgusting lust for blood and violence for even a minute, but there is a subject of great importance that I must bring to your attention. Please understand that it won’t take long, and you can still eat your hot dogs and chips and drink your Coca-Cola’s and beer, all of which are empty calories with next to no nutritional value. Might as well, right? Most of you carry more weight than is really healthy, why not add more?”
The crowd’s normal jeers are beginning to intensify.
Jarred: “Wow, Caleb isn’t making any new friends here.”
Masters: “He doesn’t want to. Preach on, brother Walker!”
Caleb nods appreciatively the louder the fans boo.
Caleb: “Now tonight I came here to give you a gift. Your lives are not very important, you know it, I know it, we all know it. You go to work, you work 8 hours of low impact exercise where the hardest thing you do is stand around all the time complaining about how tired you are, you head home and stop by some burger place to snort 10,000 calories because you are too tired to cook something yourself, and then you waste away the evening with Dr. Phil, Judge Judy, Simon Cowell, maybe Jack Bauer or John Locke, whoever your particular poison is. Some of you might accidentally find yourself on a channel with an exercise program and get off of that station as quickly as you possibly can, probably going into a minor epileptic fit at the thought of actually working out. You may even walk by your treadmill or exercise bike that you bought at tax time a few years ago, used for two weeks, then shoved aside to collect dust. It really wasn’t that long ago that a man had to work twelve hours a day just to eat. If you didn’t go out into that field, or chop that wood, or load that cart or truck, or run that machine, or get out and catch an animal or fish, you didn’t get any food at all. And, of course I know some of you watching this work in factories or whatever and do some serious work, but most of you, working in fast food, customer service, whatever, do not. The only reason your pitiful 8 hour minimum wage shift tires you out is because you don’t get enough exercise. Standing around should not make you that tired. Loading crates all day would be good exercise.
“But no, I am not here to insult anyone...” Caleb smirks as if no one can hear the sarcasm, “...I am here to plead my case, to show the crimes that one Kimo Newton has committed against my person. This man is upset that I injured his friend, Mr. Chris Ross. I can understand being upset. However, this man has stalked me for a couple months now, trying to get my attention. I’ve been taking the higher road, trying to do what I need to do, work my way up the ladder, and so far I am not doing a bad job. But Mr. Newton has persisted, and last week, when he became impatient and couldn’t wait for about forty minutes to get his hands on me in our match, he attacked my vehicle, a gold colored Hummer, not the little condensed model but a full size, four wheel drive, gas-hog that is more a truck than a car. Maybe you don’t realize just how much those cost. I paid many tens of thousands of dollars for that piece of machinery. Now honestly, Mr. Newton, do you think your friend Ross is worth as much as my car? You are truly delusional if you do.”
Caleb takes note of the audience’s jeers.
Caleb: “Yeah, keep shouting, losers! You think I care? I’m here because of you! If you wanted to just watch wrestling, you would go watch those other guys when they come into town. You want blood! You want pain! In this promotion, you have to do something over the top that gets you fans talking to succeed and get notices. When I attacked Chris Ross, I was doing exactly what all of you wanted me to do! It’s what you come here for! Kimo Newton should not be coming after me, he should be blaming the entire CZW viewing audience! And you know, I even see a few pre-teen kids here today. Nice job, parents. I’ll see if we can change one of the matches tonight to a TNT glass tables thumbtack barbed wire ropes match, just so your kids can get more excited."
Waters: "I have to admit, Walker must be pretty worked up by last weeks events. He usually isn't this animated or venomous. He's talking more here than we've seen him do in a long time."
Masters: "Caleb is a real Man's man, and a real man's car is like a 2nd girlfriend or wife. Caleb may have injured Kimo's friend, but Kimo murdered the love of Caleb's life."
Waters: "William, I am truly in awe of your ability to rationalize and make it sound reasonable."
Masters: "I should be President of the United States. I'd have people WANTING us to nuke Iran!"
Jarred: "Oh, the horror of that thought."
Caleb, still in the ring: “Anyway, I just want to show you the footage of the act that started this whole thing off. Watch this footage from the first Overdrive after ReUnited We Stand back in November.”
The big Combatron screen begins to play the footage.
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Jarred: “The action we just saw was some of the most intense...wait a minute, William. I’m getting word of a disturbance backstage.”
The camera, including the huge Combatron screen, suddenly shows CZW alumni Chris Ross walking purposefully through a hall, a pipe in his hand. Two security guards attempt to stop him, but he pushes them aside. He walks through an opening...
...and comes out onto the platform at the wrestlers entrance! The participants of the last match are still at ringside, and those who are able to look at the intruder.
Jarred: “It’s Krazy Chris Ross! He’s not scheduled! What’s he doing here?”
Masters: “He has a microphone.”
Ross: “So CZW is reborn, and no one invited me? ME? Fine. If that’s the game, I’m gonna make CZW officials remember me! And I’ll do it at the expense of CZW’s favorite heroes, El Fuego!”
Ross throws the mic aside and walks toward the ring as the weakened El Pablo and Krimson Blaze try to ready themselves. However, from the wrestlers entrance sprints...
Jarred: “CALEB WALKER! Now what’s HE doing?”
From behind, Walker nearly beheads Chris Ross with a clothesline! Ross never knew what hit him! Walker picks the man up, drags him back toward the entrance...and hits with his “Beast Within’ finisher, a vertical suplex piledriver! Scowling as if what he’s done isn’t enough yet, Caleb drags his victim back up, then rams Ross’ head INTO the lowest left corner screen of the Combatron! The screen explodes and smoke billows out as a singed and knocked out Chris Ross slumps onto his back. Caleb picks up the microphone.
Caleb: “Don’t think I’m protecting anyone in the ring. Simply put, Chris Ross is not part of CZW, and he has no place here on camera. So says Caleb Walker, God of War.”
With that, Caleb heads through the entrance and returns backstage.
Jarred: “Caleb is really on a rampage tonight. I...I can’t believe it.”
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Caleb applauds the image as the audience begins to boo again.
Caleb: “You have to admire true artistry.
Now remember, apparently Kimo was backstage at the time but Chris asked him not to come out into the arena, and Newton did not even see what happened. He has been agonizing about the fact he was not there to back his partner up...as if he could have made a difference. Kimo should be happy, because if he were there, he might have been introduced to a Combatron screen...or something even worse. Now, lets look at the footage a little more closely to see why Kimo is so angry.
The footage of Caleb putting Ross through the small screen is replayed at extreme close-up, and we can see the singed hair and cuts on Ross’ face as he slumps to the floor of the ramp.
Caleb: “Again, slow-motion.”
The footage plays again at slo-motion.
Caleb: “From a different angle.”
The scene plays as recorded from another camera, different from the one that was televised. This one you can see the blood more clearly.
Caleb: “Now note that, clearly, once Ross makes contact and begins to fall back, he moves back and to the left...back and to the left...back...and to the left...”
Each time Caleb repeats his words, the shot of Ross sliding to the floor after the hit is replayed.
Caleb: “Does that satisfy your thirst for violence, you pathetic excuses for human beings?”
Boooooo!
Caleb: “Remember, I bought that Hummer making money from your deranged appetite, and I’ll by its replacement with my CZW paychecks, too!”
BOOOOOOOOOO!
Caleb: “You want to see more? Because I could watch this shot all day!”
Suddenly My Hood by Young Jeezy starts to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd starts to cheer as “The Hoodlum From Hawaii” Kimo Newton comes out and wastes little time sliding into the ring and getting into Caleb Walker's face.
Masters: What the hell is he doing here?! He’s interrupting The God Of War!
Waters: This kid Kimo has got to be one of the ballsiest competitors ever. He hasn’t backed down from Caleb Walker at all.
Kimo storms inside the ring and grabs a microphone.
Jarred: Folks it looks as if business is about to pick up.
Kimo: Walka… Walka… Walka… Ya think that ya so funny donthca?! Motha f**ka I’m sick and tired of yo bitch ass! Ya come out hurr week after week preaching about how yo some sort of gladiator of war and shit, flex yo steroid injected muscles, and proceed to be tha biggest f**kin coward I’ve eva met in ma life!
Masters: How dare he say that Caleb’s muscles are steroid injected! He’s just jealous!
Jarred: Kimo has been on an all out crusade for revenge.
Kimo: Ya act like this is some big giant joke. Like something is soooo funny. What tha f**k is so funny about puttin ma home dog in a coma huh? WHAT IS SO f**kIN FUNNY! Wahhhh I destroyed yo Hummer!!! Would ya rather that I jack it like Burlington?! Motha f**ka yo piece of shit Hummer can go burn in hell! But really Walker. You’re going to burn in hell too! Say hi to the devil motha f**ka! Tell him who sent ya thurr!”
Waters: I think Kimo is starting to lose it here.
Masters: Where is security?! This is supposed to be Caleb’s time!
Kimo: Ya thought thangs came to a has last week? Motha f**ka I ain’t even supposed to be hurr! I should be back home at Hawaii with Ross but ya know what? I’m doin what I know he’d want me to do! And guess what that thang is! Knuckle up bitch! I’M GONNA KICK YO ASSS!!!
Out of nowhere Kimo turns and smacks the microphone upside Caleb Walker’s head. Completely stunned Kimo turns and super kicks Caleb Walker where he stumbles into the corner. The audience goes wild as Kimo swarms him with punches and kicks pullikng his brown jacket over his head punching him like it’s a hockey fight.
Waters: Here we go again! These two just can’t stand each other at all!
Jarred: Business has just picked up where it left off last week.
Masters: Who does this guy think he is!? Someone throw that thug in jail!
Caleb pushes Kimo away as he rips off the jacket. Kimo doesn’t let up though as he rebounds flying through the air smashing an elbow right into the bridge of Walker’s nose completely splitting it open. Blood is starting to stain his suit. Suddenly Walker grabs Kimo and tosses him out of the ring. Caleb lets out a roar and rips his short off.
Masters: Oh here we go Walker is now angry! He’s about to go Incredible Hulk on Kimo!
Caleb storms out of the ring and grabs Kimo by his dreads and tosses him right over the announcer’s table. Masters and Jarred scramble as The Hoodlum lands beside waters.
Waters: This brawl is spilling out everywhere! It’s like Peter Griffin fighting that giant chicken!
Kimo slowly rises up and suddenly grabs Masters
Masters: Hey!!! Get off me!!! What the hell!!!
Kimo turns around and cracks what appears to be a leather belt across Walker’s face.
Jarred: OH!!!! You could hear the sound of that in the nose bleed section!
Masters: That good for nothing thug literally just took my belt!
Caleb is clearly stunned as he turns around Kimo jumps up onto the table and flies through the air but Walker grabs him and slams him into the floor with a bone shattering power bomb. Walker proceeds to scoop him up like a wet noodle and whips Kimo into the guard rail. The audience starts a Kimo chant getting behind The Hoodlum From Hawaii.
Masters: Why are these miscreants cheering for that piece of street trash!?
Jarred: You’re just mad because your pants are now around your ankles!
Caleb goes charging at Kimo like a snorting bull…
CRASH!!!
Kimo moves out of the way and Walker literally goes barreling THROUGH the guard rail and into the audience.
Waters: These two are tearing the arena apart! I’d hate to see the bill for this one by the time they are done beating the hell out of each other!
Kimo follows Walker and grabs him. They are walking up into the audience and into the main lobby.
Waters: It’s almost like this is turning into a repeat of last week!
Caleb suddenly grabs a beer bottle from a fan and shatters it over Kimo’s head dropping him to the floor. Walker scoops up the now bleeding Newton and lifts him up overhead in an impressive feat of strength. Like a javelin he tosses Kimo right over the counter and into one of the arena’s snack stands! Workers scatter everywhere as a loud crash is heard. Walker wastes little time walking over the counter. Kimo is sprawled out on the floor with cookie sheets around him from a cooling rack.
Jarred: Folks if your just joining us this isn’t even a match! In fact both of these men aren’t even scheduled to be here tonight!
As Walker goes to grab him Kimo suddenly grabs the handle to a refrigerator door and whips it open cracking Caleb in the knee with it. Kimo whips open the door above that one and smacks Walker in the head with it. Caleb walks around clearly stunned and dazed while Kimo grabs the handle to an oven door.
Kimo: C’mon mofo! I got a special treat fo ya!
And with that said Kimo whips open the oven door and slams it right into walker’s groin. Like a falling redwood tree Walker collapses onto the ground. Kimo stands over him and pulls out a bottle of Jamaican rum from his back pocket and takes a sip from it before putting it away.
Masters: Oh for the love of god! This is just distasteful! He just whacked the man’s bollocks with a bloody oven door!
Waters: See Masters this isn’t even a match! If it isn’t screwed down then it’s fair game!
The tide suddenly turns as Kimo bends down to pick up Caleb and in a feat of strength Caleb elbows him in the ribs. Walker lifts Newton up onto his shoulders and gets a running start.
CRASH!!!!!
Jarred: BAH GOD CALEB WALKER MAY HAVE JUST KILLED KIMO NEWTON!!!
Fans erupt as Caleb Walker just slammed Kimo Newton right through the front of a refrigerated case of sodas. Broken glass and bottles of pepsi spew all over the floor. It is now visible Kimo is bleeding badly from his back. Walker laughs as he stands over Kimo and sits on his back. He throws punch after punch to the back of Newton’s head.
Masters: I think this fight is about over. Walker looks like he’s about to finish Kimo right here.
Waters: He’s going for a camel clutch! With Walker’s arms that big and strong there is no way in hell Kimo can escape this!
Walker goes in to lock in a camel clutch when suddenly Kimo grabs Walker’s arm and sinks his teeth into it.
Masters: What the hell?! He’s biting Walker!!!
Waters: Not entirely the most conventional counter but it’s getting the job down!
Jarred: He’s not letting go either! Listen to screams coming out of Caleb Walker!
Walker punches Newton in the head over and over and over but Kimo isn’t letting go of his arm. Both men stand up and finally Caleb shoves Newton free. The camera zooms in on Walker’s arm and it’s clear that Kimo has sank his teeth into his arm so deep that he cut into his flesh and is now bleeding.
Jarred: Look at Caleb’s arm! It looks like a dog ravaged it!
Kimo walks over and Caleb kicks him in the gut. In a sudden movement Caleb throws Kimo into the Cotton candy maker.
Masters: What once was known as The Hoodlum From Hawaii is now known as a giant walking ball of cotton candy!
Kimo emerges from the maker completely covered from head to toe in cotton candy. Walker is still favoring his arm as Kimo steps out of the maker. Walker runs over and nails a big boot to Kimo with enough force to knock the entire cotton candy maker over. Caleb wastes little time picking Kimo up in a fireman’s carry and drops him face first on one of the cash registers. Walker in an impressive feat of strength picks the entire register up and slams it down across Kimo’s back.
Jarred: Look at the strength of Caleb Walker! He lifted that register up like it was nothing!
Masters: Look at these fans scrambling for the money that fell out! They are worse than how Kimo is!
Caleb picks up Kimo and with a lion’s roar smashes him face first right through the glass door of a pop corn maker.
Jarred: This is getting out of hand! Careers could be at stake here!
Masters: Oh shut up Jarred! Let these two fight! It’s obviously the only rational solution to solve there problems!
Blood is coming from the popcorn machine as Newton lays slumped over halfway inside the machine. Walker laughs as he confidently grabs Kimo by his jeans when suddenly Kimo grabs the pan of butter and splashes it right into Walker’s chest!
Masters: My god! Kimo could have permanently scarred Walker’s body there!
Waters: It bought Kimo some time though.
Kimo looking around walks over to the fryers and dips one of the fry baskets into the oil and lifts it out and cracks Walker right upside the head with it. Kimo slams the basket down onto Walker over and over and over again.
Jarred: Kimo is branding Walker with that fry basket! Walker may very well have third degree burns from the beating Kimo is giving him!
Masters: This is a travesty!
Kimo drops the now bent and dented fry basket and pulls out his bottle of Jamaican Rum and takes a drink from it and putting it away again before turning around and he gets completely blasted from a Caleb Walker clothesline. Walker grabs Kimo and bends him over.
Waters: Oh no Walker has Kimo’s arms hooked up!
Walker lifts Kimo up and butterfly suplexes him back first right onto the hard granite counter top. Walker shoves Newton off of the counter before he walks over himself. He picks Newton up and in a head lock they continue going through the lobby.
Masters: Where the hell are they going now?!
Waters: Wherever they damn well feel like going I guess. This whole entire brawl has been intense!
Walker shoves Newton into one of the bathrooms of the arena and Kimo rebounds grabbing a garbage can and smashes it over Caleb’s head. Walker proceeds to Shove Newton against the tiled wall stumbling to his knees. Walker slams Kimo’s head into the paper towel dispenser where it falls off the wall. Walker proceeds to walk over to a closed bathroom stall and kick the door right off it’s hinges where a fan is seen sitting on the toilet.
Fan: Hey! A little privacy here please?!
Masters: Hey Jarred isn’t that your dad?
Waters: More like your last girlfriend.
Walker grabs the door and slams it down on Newton’s back. He slams it down over and over and over until it appears like he’s completely lifeless. Walker reaches up and grabs one of the panels to the lights in the ceiling and rips it off.
Waters: What in the world is Walker doing now?
Masters: He’s teaching that good for nothing hooligan a lesson!
Walker picks up Newton wrapping his arms around the back of his knees. He lifts Kimo up….
SMASH ZAP ZAP ZAP!
Jarred: BAH GOD!!! KIMO’S HEAD JUST WENT THROUGH THE LIGHTS IN THE CEILING!!!!
Waters: Caleb may have very well electrocuted the man with that move!
Masters: It doesn’t appear like he’s done either!
(Kimo slumps over in his arms. Walker lifts Kimo up again but Kimo grabs one of the ceiling panels and pulls it down onto Walker’s head!
Jarred: This arena is falling apart at the seams!
Masters: And security apparently isn’t all that tight here either!
(Kimo suddenly grabs Caleb and slams him face first into the bathroom mirror shattering it. Shards of broken glass spill all over the floor. Kimo grabs one of the shards and drives it into Walker’s forehead cutting him open like a can of tomatoes.)
Jarred: Blood is everywhere! Someone is going to die from blood loss unless someone stops this!
(Walker elbows Kimo in the gut and DDTs him right through one of the sinks knocking it off the wall!)
Waters: Someone might want to call a plumber! What a mess!
Masters: And a dentist for Newton after that move! Go get him Walker!
Walker picks up Kimo who is now bleeding from his forehead and drags him out of the bathroom. They brawl down through the audience again where Walker clotheslines Kimo over the guard rail.
Waters: And they are back to ring side!
Suddenly out of nowhere Kimo grabs the camera out of the camera man’s hands. The last thing seen is a close up of Walker’s face before it turns to static.
PLEASE STAND BY! WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!!!!
Jarred: And we are back folks! This fight we are witnessing here is unreal!
Masters: This is just plain a bar room brawl!
Waters: Kimo literally broke a camera over Walker’s head!
(Walker and Kimo are brawling back in the backstage area where Kimo grabs a cookie tray and cracks Walker upside the head with it.)
Waters: These two literally brawled back up the ramp and are now backstage!
(Kimo throws punch after punch at Caleb before Walker lands a knee into Kimo’s mid section. Walker grabs a chair and smashes it over Kimo’s back. Caleb proceeds to kick Kimo so hard he stumbles into one of the dressing rooms. Inside Alan Fiscus is standing there with his world title. Completely confused as to what is going on.)
Masters: Hey it’s our champ! Go kick there ass Alan!
Waters: I don’t think Fiscus truly knows what to make of this.
Jarred: I don’t think he wants any part of this. Can you blame him? He’s got a match to focus on later tonight!
(Caleb picks up Kimo and slams him into one of the lockers denting it in. Kimo doesn’t take long to respond where he proceeds to open the locker besides Caleb’s head and smacks him in the face with the door. Walker stands there stunned as Kimo reaches over and grabs one of Fiscus’ wrestling boots and proceeds to crack the heel part of the boot across Walker’s face. The big man is still stunned.)
Fiscus: Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?!
Hellena emerges into the picture from the showers wearing nothing but a towel.
Hellena: Alan what is all the commotion?
Kimo bends Walker over and knees him in the face over and over and over again. Suddenly in one swift movement Kimo grabs the towel from Hellena. This motion single handedly stops the entire pace of the brawl as every man in the room stands there gaping at her.
Kimo: DAYAMN DOG! Alan it’s no wonda why ya took her from Covey!
After shaking the shock off Kimo turns back to Walker and wraps the towel around his neck and starts to choke him with it. However the big man still refuses to go down. Kimo storms over to Fiscus and reashes into his back pocket and hands him a 100 dollar bill. Kimo grabs the world title and smiles.
Kimo: BLING BLING MOTHA f**kA!!!
Kimo slams the belt right into the side of Walker’s head and Caleb collapses onto the floor in a heap.
Masters: Now I’ve seen everything! Hellena naked… And Now Kimo just paid Fiscus to use his world title!
Caleb slowly gets up and Kimo rushes in only to have Caleb pick him up and deliver a back breaking spine buster onto the floor. Walker picks Newton up and goes for a big boot but Newton sidesteps causing Walker to kick the door down. Walker now is like a man possessed grabbing Kimo and slamming the back of his head against one of the lockers. With his massive hands against his neck he slams his head against the locker over and over and over staining the metal locker with blood. Walker then hooks Kimo up into suplex position.
Masters: Yes! This is going to be it! The Absolute Power!
Jarred: This could end Newton’s career if he lands this!
Waters: Wait look at Kimo! He’s digging into his pockets!
Kimo digs into one of his pants pockets and pulls out a brown leather pouch. As he is lifted into the air Newton turns the pouch upsidedown and a red powder goes into Caleb’s eyes.
Caleb: AHHHHHHHH!!!! MY EYES!!! MY EYES!!! MY EYES!!!!
Masters: What the hell was that?!
Jarred: Kimo literally just dumped a powder into Caleb Walker’s eyes! And bah god it looks like he’s blinded! He’s still screaming!
Waters: Call me insane but I think that’s Chris Ross’ Jamaican Jerk Powder!
Walker stumbles around blinded before stumbling over a bench and falling onto his face.
Caleb: OH MY GOD!!! I CAN’T SEE!!! KIMO YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!!
Masters: What in the hell is in that crap he put in Walker’s eyes?! The man could be permanently blinded!!!
Kimo stands there laughing looking at Walker laying on the ground holding his face. Casually he pulls out his bottle of Jamaican rum and takes a long drink from it.
Kimo: Yea motha f**ka! Hey Walker! I know yo dinosaur ass can hear me!!! Guess what? YA JUST GOT HOOD SLAPPED BITCH!!!
And with those words said Kimo walks out of Alan Fiscus’ locker room. The camera turns back to Alan as he stands there completely confused with Hellena trying to cover herself up as best she can.
Alan: Did that guy just throw cocaine in Caleb's eyes? WAS THAT A SHOT AT ME!? ***
COMING TO CZW... "CANADA'S FINEST"... EDWARD CROFT!! ***
The scene turns to backstage where Caleb Walker is being stretchered backstage.
EMT: Don’t worry Mr. Walker we’re getting you to the hospital as fast as possible.
Caleb: I CAN’T SEE!!! I CAN’T SEE!!!
Masters: Move faster!!! That dirty ass thug did this to Walker!
Jarred: Folks this feud between Kimo Newton and Caleb Walker has just taken an unexpected turn. No one ever expected to see Caleb Walker being the one to be hauled out on a stretcher.
(The medics load Caleb into the ambulance and shut the doors in the back. Suddenly out of nowhere the doors fly back open as all the medical personnel fly out of the ambulance scared. The camera turns to the inside of the ambulance where Kimo is punching Walker with punch after punch after punch.)
Kimo: Yea motha f**ka! What did I tell ya! If Ross wasn’t in anything but stable condition! Then you can consida everything I say as a death threat! WELL BIATCH! WE BE GOIN FO A LITTLE RIDE!
Masters: What the hell?! Hasn’t Kimo done enough the way it is?!
(The back doors slam shut as the camera turns to the driver’s door. Suddenly rap music starts blaring from the cab of the ambulance.)
Kimo: YEAH!!! GTA MOFO!!! IMMA DROP THIS MOTHA f**kA OUT ONTO THA FREEWAY!!! IMMA RIDE THIS THANG UNTIL THA WHEELS FALL OFF!!!
(And with those words screamed Kimo hangs his arm out the window with his bottle of Jamaican Rum in hand. The Ambulance’s siren is turned on and he drives off at break neck speeds.)
Jarred: Where is he going with Caleb Walker?!
Masters: Someone call the police! This is a kidnapping!
Waters: Grand Theft Auto, Kidnapping, Assault, DUI… This guy’s history is miles long from the looks of it.
(The camera turns to the parking lot where the Ambulance turns a corner getting up on 2 wheels, running over a few trash cans, side swiping a parked car, and then starts doing donuts almost flipping the entire vehicle over.)
Masters: Has this guy played too much Grand Theft Auto?! I’m starting to think he literally is CJ!!!
(The Ambulance stops and drives off at a high rate of speed side swiping a limo. The ambulance proceeds to then jump a curb, go across a patch of grass, and drives on the side walk before it drives off down the road.)
Jarred: I’ve never seen anything like this in the history of the CZW.
Waters: I’m willing to say the history of wrestling in general! He just literally jacked an ambulance!
(The camera zooms back to the limo where the back door opens up only for it to fall off revealing Krimson Blaze as the passenger.)
KB: What in the hell was that?! *** -=- Sam Attic vs. Mike Monroe -=- *** Waters: Alrighty folks...it’s time for just our SECOND contest tonight! I can't believe the craziness that has just happened between Kimo and Walker! But now we pass it over to the gorgeous Jessica Towers... Masters: Watch yourself there, Shawn...she’s the future Mrs. Masters! Waters: Oh? I thought that lucky person was Daniels’ mother? Daniels: My mother? Masters: Ugh...If I wasn’t so scared I’d hurt you, Shawn... Waters: You’d what? Knock me out with your bad breath? Daniels: Alright, cut it out you two... The camera pans across to Jessica Towers, who is frowning at the commentary team. She mouths “you done?” before continuing. Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following matchup is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Wichita, Kansas...’Psycho’ SAM ATTIC! “Crashing” by Gravity Kills blares over the arena as Sam Attic makes his way to the ring. He walks down the ramp, sneering at the audience, before climbing into the ring. He leans against a corner, waiting for his opponent. And his opponent...from Tiffin, Ohio...’The Misfit’ MIKE MONROE! “Rebirth of the Temple” by Silent Civilian blares around the arena as Beautiful Agony leader Mike Monroe walks onto the stage. He stares down Attic before sprinting to the ring, eager to start the contest. Once Mike is in the ring, the bell sounds to start the match. Mike instantly starts striking Attic... Waters: Mikey looks like he is focused on a victory tonight. I know I would be if I had some mysterious masked man on my ass. How pathetic do you have to be to wear a mask anyway... Daniels: Uh...Shawn...YOU wore a mask...remember... Waters: What...when? Daniels: Back in your early days...before you joined the Upstarts... Waters: I have no idea what you are talking about... Masters: If you two are done reminiscing, you’ll notice Attic has gained control now! Masters is right, as Attic has Mike trapped in the corner, delivering lefts and rights to his abdomen. He backs off and lets Mike stagger out of the turnbuckle... Waters: Nice armdrag takedown there by Sam. Now he has the armbar locked in. Mike struggles against the hold, eventually getting his bottom foot on the ropes. Attic releases the hold. He drags Mike away from the ropes, before dropping an elbow. He then locks in a headlock. Waters: Smart moves here by Sam Attic. Slowing Mikey down. Just what I would do! Daniels: Yeah...but remember that Attic is smaller than you...I don’t think this technique will work... Waters: Well obviously...it’s still smart though... Attic releases the headlock. He waits for Mike to get to his feet before nailing him with an enzuiguri. Waters: Ouch...those kicks are NOT nice! I know from experience... Masters: Sam is going for the pin! 1 2 Kickout! Masters: Dammit! Daniels: Fiscus’ brother is really dominating so far. Waters: Wait...he’s Fiscus’ brother? Show’s how much attention I pay to what Alan says. I thought they were lovers? Masters: Haha...very funny Shawn. I’d watch out. I don’t think they’d have a problem with getting you another match. Waters: Bring ‘em on. Daniels: Guys...shut up! Sam Attic just nailed a springboard DDT! He goes for another pinfall. 1 2 Kickout! Waters: Ha...go Mikey! Attic picks Mike up. He irish whips him. As Mike comes back, Sam jumps for a dropkick. Mike stops in time however, as Sam falls flat on his face. Sam pushes himself off the ground, but Mike drops an elbow to the back of his head. Mike rolls over Sam’s body onto his knees. He then drives one of them into the ribs on Attic. Mike stands up and looks around. He grins and turns on the spot, grabbing Attic and rolling him in a small package... 1 2 Kickout! Daniels: So close there! Mike stands against the ropes looking around the crowd. Waters: What’s he doing? Masters: Get back to the match, you idiot! Daniels: It’s like he’s looking for someone. Waters: Maybe he expects his stalker to appear? Masters: That’ll be right...letting some creep in a mask distract him! And look...I told you! Sam grabs Mike by the head! He guillotines him on the top rope! Mike goes down. Sam taunts the fans, winking at an attractive blonde in the front row. He rolls back into the ring. As Mike staggers back to his feet, Attic runs and connects with a spinning heel kick...and another...and one more! Masters: That’s it’s Sam! Waters: Geez...way to not show favouritism... Daniels: Mike ducks the fourth kick...clothesline! Waters: Yeah Mikey! Masters: Way to not show favouritism, Shawn... Shawn rolls his eyes. Waters: Both men are down! Wait...Sam is getting back up. Sam grabs Mike. He puts him in the DDT hold before grinning and finishing the move. He covers. 1 2 Thr...Kickout! Daniels: Close call there! Sam shakes his head. He climbs to the second rope before jumping off with a flying forearm. He bounces off the ropes and lands hard on Mike with a senton. Daniels: Attic is really bringing it to Mike tonight! Masters: Well no wonder! He’s made it clear he isn’t happy about his position on the card...I mean...who can blame him! Waters: Yeah I know! Masters: Wait...you agree? Waters: Definately! What genius would put a Fiscus on the card? Masters: Excuse me! I have you know... Waters: Careful there Billy...don’t blow a blood vessel. I’m only kidding around. Sam’s actually pretty impressive. Look...he’s got Mike in another submission! Attic has a single legged crab locked in on Mike. Mike fights it... Waters: Oh yes! Mike rolls out of the move! Daniels: Oh! What a kick to the face by Mike. Sam staggers back. As Mike uses the ropes to get up, Sam walks over to him. Daniels: What a chop! Waters: And another! Mike is really fighting back here... Sam goes for a clothesline over the top rope...but Mike ducks and launches Sam out of the ring! Masters: NO! Dammit! Waters: Chill out...Mike can’t win the match with Sam on the outside... Daniels: Well...if Sam gets counted out... Waters: Trust me...Monroe would not take a count out win. I wouldn’t blame him...worst way to win. Shawn proves to be right as Monroe rolls to the outside. He slams Sam’s head against the apron before rolling him back into the ring. He takes another quick look around, before entering the ring himself. Mike whips Sam into the corner. He grins and runs toward Sam, jumping up and connecting with a leg lariat. As Sam stumbles out of the corner Mike runs at him and jumps up... Waters: Oh my god! Shock Trauma time... Daniels: NO! Sam blocked it! He just threw Monroe over the top rope. Masters: That was a close one! Sam leans on the ropes, catching his breath, as Mike writhes in pain on the outside. Attic grins sadistically. He runs to the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and launches himself over the top rope! Waters: What a senton! Masters: I hope Sam is OK! It looked like he landed on his head there! Waters: And what about Mike! His head collided pretty hard with the barricade! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! A replay is shown. In slow motion we can see that Attic hit Mike awkwardly. Sam lands hard on the back of his head, while Mike is knocked hard into the steel barricade. Masters: Dear god! I hope Sam is OK! Daniels: What about Mike? Masters: Meh... The referee begins checking on both opponents. He signals for some medics to come out. Daniels: He calling out the medics...this isn’t good! After a minute of checking, the medics help both contestants to their feet. As they are being led to the back, Sam shakes off the medics. One of them pushes him in the back softly, asking him to keep going. Sam turns around and levels the medic. The rest of them back off. Sam runs back to the ring. Mike struggles out of the grasp of the medics, stretches his neck and joins Sam back in the ring. Waters: Check that out! Both men showing the CZW spirit here! Mike and Sam stare each other down. The ref asks both men if they are right to continue. Both glare at him, making the message obvious. The ref shrugs. Mike and Sam move in and lock up. Sam grabs Mike in a headlock, and flips him over. Mike powers back to his feet though. Sam tightens the hold and does another headlock takedown. Mike continues to try and fight out of the move. Eventually, Mike lands a stiff elbow to Sam’s jaw, causing him to relinquish the hold. Mike, still on the ground, kicks Sam in the knee, giving him the time to get back up. But Sam is able to repay the favour, landing a dropkick to the knee of his own. Sam grabs Mike... Daniels: Bus driver! Sam goes for the cover. 1 2 3...No! Masters: Bloody Hell! That was a slow count! Waters: Whatever Billy... Masters: Stop! Calling! Me! BILLY! Waters: Sure thing Bill... Masters: *sigh* I give up. Daniels: Attic is circling Mike. He seems to be preparing for something... Masters: He’s going for the Hangman Clutch! Attic locks in the deadly submission on Monroe, who starts screaming in pain. Daniels: Monroe is in trouble here! Waters: That hold is NOT easy to escape! Monroe reaches out to the nearest ring rope. But Sam is preventing any movement. Mike tries to roll over, but Sam is on the ball, powering Mike back into position. Masters: Mike is going to tap! I can feel it! Mike desperately rolls to the other side, pulling Sam with him. Sam ends up on his shoulders. 1 2 Sam releases the hold. Sam looks frustrated. He grabs Mike, preparing to finish it. Masters: YES! DRAMARA---NO!!! Waters: Mikey! Northern Lights suplex! Mikey stands up gingerly. He waits for the opportune moment and nails a glimmering warlock! He follows this up with a standing corkscrew shooting star press! Then, he runs to the corner and flies through the air with a double moonsault! Mike covers. 1 2 Thre---KICKOUT! Daniels: No way! I thought it was over then! Masters: Not a chance...this is a Fiscus we are talking about! Mike stands up, frustrated. He jumps to the top rope again. He flies off... Daniels: Attic moved! He avoided the frog splash! Waters: Mike hits the canvas hard! Attic rolls to the outside. He searches around under the ring. Masters: Yes! That’s the way! He pulls out two chairs. Mike leans over the top rope to grab Attic...and cops a chair to the face. Sam rolls into the ring with both chairs. He nails Mike with a solo Spanish Fly. Sam follows that up with kick to the side of the head. He places one of the chairs under Mike’s head and hold the other one. Waters: Oh no...this cannot be good! Daniels: We’ve seen this many times before...the one man Con-Chair-To! Masters: This’ll finish Monroe off for good! Sam raises the chair above his head and brings it down... Waters: Haha! Monroe was playing possum! Mike jumps up, catching Sam off-balance. Mike nails an implant DDT, before looking around the arena. He smiles and locks in the Burn Notice! Waters: That’s it! Mike has gotten so many of his opponents with this move. Daniels: Yes, but Sam is awfully close to that bottom rope. Mike really should have rethought the positioning. Sam begins reaching for the bottom rope, but Mike exerts all his force, keeping Sam inches away from the rope, in a very painful position! Waters: Sam is going to tap...look at his face! Masters: NO! Sam! Sam raises his hand...when all of a sudden, the lights go out! Waters: What the f**k? Daniels: Oh no...we’ve seen this happen before with Monroe! The lights come back on. Mike is standing in the ring, looking around. Sam is still on the ground. Daniels: What just happened? I think Mike was just screwed! Masters: No way...Sam was just about to reverse it! The ref is signalling to Mike that the match is to continue! Mike shakes his head. He grabs Sam and prepares for another Shock Trauma... Daniels: Oh crap! Attic catches Mike on his shoulder! Masters: He’s going for the Terror Ride! Attic maintains his hold on Mike. But Mike elbows Sam across the jaw. He follows up with an armdrag. Both competitors stand up and stare each other down. Waters: This match has been brilliant so far! Daniels: Despite the unfortunate incident with the lights! Masters: Come on now Jarred! We can’t control the electric company for messing up. Daniels: You know as well as I do that that was no accident. Waters: I’m pointing fingers at the guys from YA...they’ve had a few issues with Monroe and the rest of BA lately. Daniels: What about the masked figure that’s been stalking Monroe lately? Waters: Who knows...I’m sure we’ll find out eventually. Right now...we have a match to call. Mike and Sam circle around the ring. Sam then lunges across with a heel kick. Mike ducks and rolls Sam up! 1 2 Kickout! Sam backs up into the corner. Mike runs at him, but Sam leaps over the top of Monroe, landing with a sunset flip pin! 1 2 Kickout! Mike grabs Sam, preparing for another DDT, but Sam reverses, preparing to nail a bus driver! Waters: This could be it... Mike reverses by lifting Sam up for a modified back suplex. Sam turns in mid-air and pulls Mike down into another pin. 1 2 Thr---Kickout! Daniels: That was close! Mike bangs the mat in frustration as Sam sneers, looking around at the fans. He waves, only for boos to rain upon him. He shrugs and lands a dropkick on Mike. Mike bounces back off the ropes though. Sam has his back turned and Mike takes advantage of this by grabbing Sam and nailing a reverse Implant DDT. Mike covers. 1 2 Thr---KICKOUT! Masters: That was soooo close! Daniels: What is it going to take to finish either of these men off? Waters: One quick Brainwash ought to do the trick... Mike Monroe signals once again for the Shock Trauma...when the lights start flickering... Daniels: NOT AGAIN! Waters: I really don’t think Monroe will be happy with whoever is doing this. Mike concentrates on Attic who climbs to his feet, confused. Mike launches...SHOCK TRAUMA!! Waters: YES! HE FINALLY NAILED IT! Daniels: But the lights? They’ve gone completely out! Masters: Come on Sam...this is your chance! Waters: Ha...Sam is out for the count! The Shock Trauma is a devastating move! The lights come back on. Mike is leaning over the ropes, motioning for someone to come out. No one does. He shakes his head and goes for the cover. 1 2 Thre---NO!!! KICKOUT!! Waters: WHAT!? Daniels: Attic is still in this thing! Waters: I thought was well over! Masters: I told you! It takes a lot more than that to keep a Fiscus down! Mike bangs the mat in frustration. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone. Monroe: That’s it! I’m sick of this! Come out here now! Mike stares up the ramp...but no one comes out. Monroe: Come on buddy! Enough playing games...we need to talk! Still no one! Monroe: I thought we were friends...why are you doing this? Monroe turns around to back into the ring. He rolls in the ring and looks over at Attic, who is still down. Monroe: Are you scared? You don’t want to talk... Someone appears on the Combatron. ???: I’m not scared Mikey...I’m just waiting...I’d suggest you focus on your match for now! Mike raises an eyebrow as Attic rolls him up! 1 2 Mike rolls through, now pinning Sam! 1 2 Sam reverses again, kicking Monroe off. Sam runs at Mike, but Mike dodges. Sam bounces off the turnbuckle, right into a rollup.. but Sam reverses it! 1 2 3!! *DING DING DING* Waters: SAM HAS IT!!! Masters: What? Daniels: What a match! Waters: Sam Attic pulls out the victory! Daniels: Mike Monroe put on a hell of a show however! And to think...we still have plenty more to come! Masters: I think Sam Attic really showed why he should be main-eventing CZW! Waters: I think BOTH men deserve to be main-eventing! Daniels: Wait...look! The same person who was on the Combatron appears on the ramp. ???: Mike Monroe! I am impressed. Though not really surprised...I know you...you somehow manage to put on a good show out of your ass, even when you don’t deserve it. My apologies. I’m sorry if my little show distracted you in anyway... Monroe: Why are you doing this? ???: Why? Well...it’s quite simple...you are selfish...you only care about yourself and Tatum. When your best friend needed you...where were you? How would you like it if a cage fell on top of you! How would you like it if you had to wear this hideous mask? I needed a cheekbone reconstruction after that! You should see the scars! Waters: Wait a minute...no way... Monroe: Jake...what are you talking about! After your accident, I was with you everyday! I’d only leave to eat and to wrestle. You are like my brother Jacob... Jacob: Yeah? Why then, when I was able to leave, were you not there? During CZW’s big hiatus...when you couldn’t have been wrestling! You ever try catching a bus on crutches? Monroe: Excuse me! I was trying to keep CZW alive! You know that! Jacob: Yeah right. You weren’t doing a good job then! What about when Alan and Montana came back? When you were relieved of your workload...CZW became a bi-weekly show...ample to time to catch up with your ‘brother’ Jacob. I’ll tell you what you were doing...re-creating Beautiful Agony...the stable WE built from the ground...and turning it into an open house party! Now any old loser can join? McNally? Kerosene? Mortius? They don’t fit the Beautiful Agony mold! Monroe: Jake...I had to keep BA alive! I tried finding you...but you had disappeared. Jacob: Did you happen to try our house? Le Maison Agoni? Monroe: As a matter of fact I did visit there with Eddie...and it seemed like no one had been living there for a year! Jacob: You mustn’t have looked everywhere then...I was living downstairs, in the gym! Seeing as I had no money and nowhere else to go...luckily there was plenty of food left over. These past four months...I’ve been training myself non-stop...I’m back at 100% now! And I’m back for MY stable! Monroe: What? Jacob: That’s right...it’s my stable! You have lost all rights to the name! Not only have you allowed all these unworthy people join...but you re-invited Rowan back into the group, after he betrayed us in the first place! What type of a leader are you? Monroe: Jake...please stop this! You can’t mean any of this... Jacob: I mean all of it Mike. I’m here to show just how worthless you are...I’m going to prove that I held Beautiful Agony together! First step...winning the World Championship...second step...ending Beautiful Agony’s existence. I helped create...I can destroy. And third step...getting my revenge on you Mike! Monroe: You’ve changed...what happened to Jacob Havok...the Emo Prince...the Original Straight Edge superstar? Havok: I am no longer the Emo Prince... Havok drops the mic and runs to the ring. He stands face to face with Mike. Havok: Hit me, Mike... Mike shakes his head. Monroe: That’s not really you... Havok: HIT ME MIKE! Monroe: NO! I know you aren’t yourself Jake...this isn’t you! Havok slaps Mike right across the face. Havok: Come on...free shot... Mike turns away and drops the mic. He goes to leave the ring, but Havok grabs him and nails him with a DIFH! Havok: What happened to YOU Mike...I’ve never seen you turn down a fight before... Havok stares down at Mike before walking up the ramp to a chorus of boos. Waters: Wow...I never thought I’d be seeing this! Daniels: Jacob Havok has returned to CZW... Waters: But not in the way we all thought... Masters: This is brilliant...I never thought that I’d agree with what the emo says...but killing Beautiful Agony...that’s a plan I’d get in on. Waters: Come on now Masters...you know yourself that if you got in the ring you wouldn’t last a minute! Masters: Shut up Shawn... ***
The camera fades in from black as Ryan Lewis is backstage, doing whatever it is that he's usually doing, as a hooded figure walks right by him as he smirks at Ryan, who seems a bit perplexed at who it was.
Daniels: I wonder who that was...
Masters: I could really care less, we always see people here with hoodies on, its not much more different anyway.
Waters: Who knows? Im kinda intrigued as too who it could potentially be.
"Dead Body Man" by Blaze Ya Dead Homie fills the airwaves through the PA system as the crowd is all but confused as it suddenly stops as a timer starts counting down from 10....
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"We Don't Die" by Twiztid slowly surfaces now before stopping halfway to......
....."Headstrong" by Trapt begins playing loudly as the crowd is ecliptic with cheers.
Daniels: That can only mean one man!!
Masters: Oh please good lord, is it him?!? IS HE HERE?!?
Waters: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
The hooded figure steps out onto the ramp way leading to the ring, his smile is obviously growing and growing by the second as he's walking to the all-too familiar CZW ring where the fans are trying to get a glimpse of the man's face but failing to do so as he's covered more then half of his face with bandanas. He steps through the ropes as he then picks up a CZW microphone as the crowd starts chanting 'KB! KB! KB! KB!' throughout the arena, shaking the building literally.
???: I don't know who your talking about... who is this KB character? Oh... don't you mean... KRIMZON BLAZE?!?!
The hoodie flies off as the man's face and head are clear, it is him, it is "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze!
Daniels: Blaze has returned!
Masters: What are you talking about Jarred? He was in the main event last week, but he left rather abruptly after Cage and him won the match, must've been something on his mind apparently.
Waters: I agree William, and that might be a first of its time, but honestly, I wonder why it is Blaze left, lets hear what he's gotta say.
Blaze: Yeah, i bet you're all wondering why it is that I left so abruptly after last week's tag-team match... I have other pressing business right now, which has had an substantial impact on my life, and I'd like to fill you all in... My grandma on my mother's side has been in and out of hospitals and this last time... well, she passed away and I had to jet out of here in a hurry to be close to my family for her funeral, which was a few days ago, and i would appreciate it if you all would do a moment of silence for my grandma who was a real inspiration to me as a child growing up and she's been there when times were tough and challenging for our family.
The crowd goes silent for a brief few moments in remembrance for Blaze's grandmother as the building then erupts into claps as Blaze smiles once more.
Blaze: Thank you, you all have no idea how thankful I am for that, it means alot to me. Now, onto other business... I noticed that I wasn't involved in the card this week as I requested some time off to heal from some injuries as well as time to get over the sudden loss of my grandma. But I can assure you all of one thing, The Aerial Specialist WILL be back sometime soon... and just to say this, THE KODE OF SILENCE... IS COMING BACK SOON!
"Headstrong" by Trapt begins playing again as KB waves to the crowd as 'KB' chants are heard as he steps through the ropes and walks up the rampway to the backstage area.
Daniels: That explains alot about KB, he might be our resident Aerial Specialist, but he's a human being too as well, he poured his heart out for this crowd and they all soaked it up. I'm glad KB is back.
Masters: Team XTC is dead as dirt Jarred, and with the way KB has talked, I could see a productive singles career take off for him and he needs to be back in that World Title Main Event Spot, you just know it.
Waters: Although I don't agree with that Jarred, I do however AGREE with you William, KB is THE main event guy, he just needs a bit more tweaking and BAM, before you know it, KB is the World Heavyweight Champion.
Masters: Not as long as Alan Fiscus is champion, that won't be happening anytime soon.
Daniels: Oh please, Alan has been beaten SOUNDLY by KB more then twice! KB has what it takes!
Waters: He might indeed, but with his announcement, we won't be expecting The Aerial Specialist anytime soon in a CZW ring.
Daniels: I hope it's sooner than you think. Time for a commercial. ***
As CZW goes to their normal televised commercial break, all the lights go out in the arena and the audience starts to hear drums. Drums so loud that it makes the floor shake:
...DOOM….DOOM….DOOM
Then on the combatron you start to see massive mountains, tall buildings, tall trees, and scenes from Clash of the Titians. During those camera shots you hear a narrator (the one with the deep voice who does movie trailers)
“The CZW has never had an athlete this large, this MASSIVE! A colossal being this size has never stepped foot inside the squared circle!
...DOOM….DOOM….DOOM
While the narrator was speaking, the camera panned up from the wrestler’s feet slowly and stopping at his waist. As the camera continues the move up, the feed is abruptly cut and Overdrive goes to commercial. *** -=- McNally vs. Godzilla Sawyer: World Television Title Match -=- *** DANIELS: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, before Krimzon Blaze's appearance, we witnessed one hell of a match between the veteran and Beautiful Agony member: Mike Monroe and the new comer and Fiscus’ younger brother: “Psycho” Sam Attic. WATERS: Indeed, those two put on one hell of a showing here tonight. And Jacob Havok is back! But I for one, can not wait for the main event of the evening. Champion versus champion…Intercontinental champion, Maynard O’Toole, in his hometown of Fayetteville, North Carolina is set to take on our world’s champion, Alan Fiscus. MASTERS: Yes, and I hope Alan puts that arrogant, son of a bitch on the shelf, for good. He got what he bloody deserved, last week, from Kirkland and King and I hope it continues tonight. DANIELS: Indeed, that is probably the most anticipated match of the night, seeing as we are inside the Crown Coliseum, in Fayetteville, North Carolina. But right now, it’s time for the CZW Television championship match, so let’s go to Jessica Towers, waiting by inside the ring. TOWERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS NEXT MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL …. AND IS FOR THE CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! POUNDING VOICES IN MY HEAD! I THINK I'M GOING MAD! NOW MY EVIL DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS BAD! "The Ripper" by Chinchilla blares through-out the Crown Coliseum as McNally comes out from the back with a vengeance, staring down the booing crowd as he makes his way down the aisle, with a crazy but determined look in his eyes. MASTERS: Say, you look a little scared, Shawn. WATERS: You get inside that ring against that man then tell me you’re not scared. Just think if Matt Covey was seven feet tall and around three hundred pounds. DANIELS: Bah God, that does sound awkward. But trust me, you don’t have to be inside the ring with McNally to know how dangerous he truly is, that man is a behemoth! McNally steps over the top rope as his music continues to play through-out the arena. Jessica towers steps back a few feet as McNally stares her down. McNally steps on the lower ring rope, leans over the top rope and screams at the crowd. All of a sudden, the sounds of a loud roar are heard followed by… DUUUUNNN .. DUN DUN DUUUNNN DUNNNN DUUUNNNN The Godzilla Theme begins to play and the fans stand to their feet and cheer as Sawyer makes his way out from the back, bearing his Television championship belt around his waist. DANIELS: Well here he is, the Television champion. One of the most charismatic superstars we have ever seen here. He’s quick, big and agile but can he over-come the monstrosity and sheer physical power of McNally? WATERS: I don’t know, I haven’t had the privilege of being in the ring with Sawyer but he is quite impressive. He is the longest reigning champion in CZW history, he has held that Television title for over seven months and tonight, we will see if his streak will continue. Sawyer gets in to the ring, and instantly, the two men meet face to face, in the middle. Sawyer holds up his television title belt in the air, proudly as the fans cheer him on. Sawyer’s music fades out as Jessica Towers begins the introduction. TOWERS: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER…..WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED, TEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT A MASSIVE SEVEN FEET TALL. HAILING FROM CALUMET CITY, ILLINOIS…….THE RIPPER….MCNAAAAAALLYYYYYY!!! McNally throws his arms out to his side and yells out, in the face of Sawyer. TOWERS: AND THE CHAMPION….WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED, SEVENTY POUNDS….HE HAILS FROM GRAND RAPIDS, MICHIGAN!!!....HE IS THE LONGEST REIGNING CHAMPION IN CZW HISTORY AND THE CURRENT, REIGNING CZW TELEVISION CHAMPIOOOON!!!.......GODZILLA SAWWWWWYERRRRRRR!!!! CROWD: SAWYER! SAWYER! SAWYER! SAWYER! SAWYER! Jessica Towers makes her way out of the ring as Darren Powers calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! DANIELS: Well here we go, this championship match is officially underway. The two men circle the ring, sizing each-other up. Both men look determined to win this match. They hook up now, McNally gaining the early advantage with a headlock. Sawyer now, using his own momentum, throws McNally into the ropes. Here comes McNally off the rebound and he nails Sawyer with a massive shoulder tackle, sending him to the mat. WATERS: McNally is one strong, son of a bitch. Especially to be able to knock Sawyer on his back, Sawyer is no lightweight. DANIELS: These are two of the strongest superstars in this business. McNally picks Sawyer up now. McNally grabs the Sawyer and lifts him up, into a military press. Oh my goodness, look at the strength of McNally as he continues to hold Sawyer in the air and then drops him into body slam. McNally goes for the cover… 1! - - - 2! - - - WATERS: He kicks out .. I guess it’s a little too early in this match, to go for the win but McNally doesn’t care. DANIELS: McNally is just looking to punish Sawyer tonight, title or no title. McNally stands up and picks Sawyer up with him. McNally launches Sawyer, hard into the corner of the ring now. McNally now, punishing Sawyer with severe blows to the rib-cage. MASTERS: Sawyer should really think about firing up some offense, he’s getting murdered in there. WATERS: I agree, if Sawyer wants to retain his title, he needs to mount a come back and now. Sawyer, still laid up against the corner, McNally backs up and charges him with a purpose…Sawyer steps out of the way of that big boot attempt and McNally hit his right foot right into that steel post! DANIELS: Oh My…what a counter by the champ. McNally turns around and gets nailed with splash. Sawyer wraps his arms around McNally and has him in a bear hug then…. *THUD* DANIELS: …BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OH MY! Sawyer covers… 1! - - - 2! - - - WATERS: Just a two count but that was close. Sawyer gets back to his feet and scales the top rope now….waiting for McNally to stand up….McNally is up, Sawyer jumps and nails him with a diving clothesline. DANIELS: Now that is an agile big man right there. Very impressive by Sawyer and McNally is down, again as Sawyer begins pummeling McNally with those vicious boots to the midsection. MASTERS: It looks as though Sawyer finally woke up and is now in control. WATERS: Sawyer now, climbs atop the top rope again as McNally is still on the mat, writhing in pain. Sawyer jumps off….DIVING HEAD BUTT….NO… MASTERS: BLOODY HELL! DANIELS: Sawyer going for that diving head butt but McNally rolls out of harms way just in time and he collides with the mat, hard. MASTERS: Sawyer went to that top rope one too many times. He should have learned his lesson the first time. WATERS: Sawyer might be out, he hit the mat pretty hard. McNally gets up and begins stomping on the lower back of Sawyer. McNally now picks Sawyer up, grabs his arm, pulls him forward with a force and nails him with a vicious lariat. Sawyer goes down hard and McNally goes for the cover again. 1! - - - 2! - - - THREE- WAIT! DANIELS: McNally pulled Sawyer’s head up before the three count. McNally now, picks Sawyer back up, he grabs his arm again and nails him with yet another lariat…and AGAIN! MASTERS: I would hate to be Sawyer right now, the big man is going bloody crazy on him. WATERS: Indeed, this does not bode well for the champ. McNally stands Sawyer up and his is staggering on his feet. McNally backs up and signals a coat throat gesture..I think he is signaling for the bicycle kick……MCNALLY CHARGES…THE BOOT IS UP!! *THWACK* DANIELS: OHHH BAH GOD…SAWYER COUNTERS WITH A DROP KICK TO THE OTHER LEG OF MCNALLY!! What a counter that was! MASTERS: Smart thinking by the champ. WATERS: Sawyer stands up, as does McNally. McNally turns around and gets nailed by flying shoulder block. McNally goes down again, but gets back to his feet but Sawyer nails him with an atomic drop slam and goes for the win. 1! - - - 2! - - - DANIELS: KICK OUT….SO CLOSE BUT THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE! Sawyer picks McNally up and launches him into the corner turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. Sawyer now punishing McNally with punches to the head. McNally grabs Sawyer and slams him to the mat, hard though. WATERS: Nice counter by the champ. Sawyer is down as McNally climbs atop the turnbuckle and nails Sawyer with a diving headbutt, he calls that “the move that killed Daniel Benoit”. MASTERS: Benoit? Don’t you mean…Daniel King? DANIELS: What? MASTERS: Nevermind. WATERS: Terrible. Sawyer picks McNally up and begins punishing him with severe shots to the head. McNally blocks his last punch though and now the two men are exchanging blows to the head. DANIELS: McNally, with a head of steam, throws Sawyer into the corner of the ring. Sawyer crashes into the turnbuckle, McNally backs up and charges!!.....BICYCLE KICK!!! *CRASH* DANIELS: NOOOO…..SAWYER DUCKS SAID ATTEMPT AND MCNALLY IS NOW HUNG UP ON THE CORNER!!.....SAWYER TURNS HIM AROUND AND CLIMBS TO THE SECOND ROPE…. *THUD* WATERS: ….ATOMIC DDT!!! MCNALLY IS DOWN AND SAWYER CLIMBS THE TURNBUCKLE…..HE LEAPS OFF!!! MASTERS: BLOODY HELL!!! DANIELS: ….WRECKING BALL!!! Sawyer nails McNally with that top rope splash and goes for the cover! 1! - - - 2! - - - 3! DING! DING! DING! TOWERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER..AND STILL CZW TELEVISION CHAMPION…..GODZILLA SAWYERRRR!!!! DANIELS: What a great match. What a great showing by both men but Sawyer retains and continues his long streak of champion. WATERS: Indeed, but don’t go anywhere, up next is the tag team tournament finals, triple threat match. DANIELS: But first we have our colleague Ryan Lewis in the backstage area. Ryan? ***
Ryan Lewis: Hello ladies and gentleman, I'm here with Kris Kash and well things havent really been going your way lately. For all those who missed Overdrive, it was Kris Kash's return...well...why dont I just play the tape.
|+| WATERS: "I don't get that, but Kash is about to get something.. Cage kicks him in the gut and lifts him up! He's calling for it.. the Stryker Driver!"
* SLAM! *
DANIELS: "He nails it! The cover!"
ONE
TWO
THREE!
MASTERS: "WHAT! The match is already over! What the bloody hell!"
** DING DING DING **
TOWERS: "Your winners of the bout... Cage Stryker and Krimzon Blaze!"
DANIELS: "Cage, KB and Covey get to the ramp rather quickly, as the ref is out there with them holding KB and Cage's arms up in victory. All three men are smiling, with Cage motioning around his waist that he wants Alan's belt."
MASTERS: "Fiscus and Attic are in the ring, staring down at them. The champ is livid! But why did he stop Sam from going to help Kash?"
DANIELS: "And Kash has no idea it even happened. He is laid out still, as Sam and Alan turn their attention to him. They both seem rather disappointed."
WATERS: "Cage and crew are now behind the curtains, as Kash is gathering his bearings. He looks up at Alan and Sam, and is very disappointed as well. Alan extends his hand to help him up to his feet.. and he accepts. Alan lifts him up and begins giving him a pep talk it looks like. Look at this, Frank Finch and Hellena are making their way to ringside.."
DANIELS: "They both enter the ring, and stand behind Alan. Alan seems to be reassuring Kash of something. Kash is angry, kicking the bottom rope. Not a very good return, I agree. He looks up at Alan and is saying he's sorry. It looks like Alan forgave him before he even said it, however, as Alan immediately offers a hug. Kash nods and accepts it."
MASTERS: "AND ALAN HITS HIM WITH A SURPRISE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!"
DANIELS: "What the --"
WATERS: "And now Finch has him up... PICTURE PERFECT!"
MASTERS: "I don't know why, but I'm loving this! Kash is out of it now. Sam's turn, he picks him up... THE TERROR RIDE!"
DANIELS: "Alan is getting the mic from Jessica as the other three begin stomping a mudhole onto the fallen Kash."
.::. The camera cuts back to Lewis and Kash as Kash's hood from his jacket now sits over his eyes as Lewis continues on with the interview. .::.
|| Lewis ||
.::. Kash looks up at Daniels and lowers his head again .:: .
|| Lewis ||
.::. Kash keeps his head down and slowly raises it up again .::.
|| Kris Kash ||
|| Lewis ||
.::. Kris looks at him with glaring eyes as he then snatches the microphone from him. His head still lowered as he speaks .::.
|| Kris Kash ||
.::. Kash looks up and pulls his hood off to reveal bruises from the beating. .::.
|| Kash ||
Kash suddenly gets up and leaves, leaving Lewis very confused. Ryan looks at the camera and shrugs his shoulders as Overdrive heads to a commercial. *** -=- Triple Threat Tag Team Tournament Finals -=- *** TOWERS: "This next match is scheduled for one fall and is the Tag Team Tournament finals! The winners of this bout become #1 contenders to the Global tag titles, and will challenge for those belts in Atlanta at Road To Glory 3!" The crowd pops TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Hollywood, California and being led to the ring by Crystal Marie... IDOLIZED!!" The crowd cheers as "Hysteria" by Muse plays over the PA. Out come the three, with Kyle and Evan wearing matching black and white wrestling gear. Crystal Marie is looking hot, also in black and white, but very short shorts and a top that only covers her breasts. She wears knee high black boots as well. They play up to the crowd as they make their way down to the ring, and once they're in it, each man pose at a turnbuckle while Crystal hangs over the top rope in between them. TOWERS: "Introducing next... hailing from Toronto and Cleveland... The Mountain Man and Tim Timmons... THE NEXT GENERATION!!" The crowd boos as "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory plays. Out come the two, neither impressed with the crowd's reaction. Newsome is wearing plain black wrestling shorts and black boots, while Timmons wears dark blue trunks. They yell at fans as they make their way down to the ring, and stare down Idolized when they enter it. TOWERS: "Introducing last... hailing from Bristol and Toronto... members of Beautiful Agony... 'CZW's Resident Rock Star' JOHNNY KEROSENE and 'Celine Dion's Favorite Wrestler' BRIAN BLAZE... THE SPECTACLE!!" The lights dim as the crowd cheer. They take a moment to come out, and suddenly "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees begins to play. Johnny and Brian come strolling out, dancing to the music, each man dressed in a retro Disco outfit. The crowd is eating it up. They stand on the entrance ramp and dance for a moment, before each man rip off their outfits to reveal their matching white wrestling gear. Someone from the side hands Johnny his keytar, and as they walk down to the ring he mockingly plays it while Brian high fives fans. They get into the ring, and do their posing. DANIELS: "Wow! Blaze and Kerosene going retro, that was awesome!" WATERS: "Bringing back some memories, Jarred?" DANIELS: "What? Oh, no.. I'm not THAT old." MASTERS: "But you are that tired. That was lame, Jarred. I'm looking for the Next Generation to take this one home, boys." WATERS: "Of course you do." DANIELS: "This is going to be a classic triple threat, two men in the ring at a time. It looks like Brian is calling for Tim to be his opponent, but Tim smirkingly shrugs it off." MASTERS: "Timmons will have Blaze on his terms, not Brian's." WATERS: "Well it looks like it will be Brian Blaze and Josh Newsome to start this off. The Mountain Man is always impressive, and the scary thing is... he's getting better and better." MASTERS: "He is a monster, and the biggest man involved in this match up. This is why they're going to win, you wankers." DANIELS: "Think outside of your box, William, you know good and well these other guyses speed can match up to Newsome's strength. The bell rings, and the two lock up. Josh immediately pushes Brian into the neutral corner. The ref asks for a clean break... Newsome lets go but surprised Brian with a huge slap to the chest!" WATERS: "That was heard all over the arena, ouch!" DANIELS: "Newsome grabs Brian in a headlock and brings him back to the middle of the ring. He slam him over with a takedown, and cinches in the headlock. A headlock from this monster could be life threatening." MASTERS: "It really could, this backwoods freak could snap a neck and not even know it." DANIELS: "He lets go and picks Brian up... throws him to the ropes... HUGE big boot! That almost took Brian's head off!" WATERS: "Now he's picking him up.. has him hunched over... and he just devestates Blaze with a series of forearms to his back! He drags him over to his corner and tags in Timmons, Brian's cousin." MASTERS: "Which doesn't matter the slightest bit to Tim, look how he relentlessly kicks the exposed ribs of Blaze, a gift from Newsome. He continues working on the ribs with vicious kicks. Timmons is a CZW staple, there's no doubt about that." DANIELS: "True. He picks Brian up and bodyslams him down. He hits a jumping legdrop! The first cover of the contest!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT WATERS: "Timmons is determined to control his cousin, as he picks him up and irish whips him into a corner. Tim comes rushing in... and Brian moves at the last minute, Tim hit the corner sternum first! As he stumbles back out, Brian Blaze nails an enziguri to the back of his head! Both men are laid out, but Brian is close to Kyle Riley.. and he tags him!" MASTERS: "Your running buddy, eh, Shawn?" WATERS: "What?" DANIELS: "Kyle is in and kicks Tim a few times before picking him up. Brian crawls back to his corner. Kyle nails a hard chop on Tim. He locks him up, and nails a Russian legsweep... he rolls back... and now has an armbar cinched on! Great combo." WATERS: "Kyle has Tim in pain, but he's refusing to quit. He reaches and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Kyle to break the hold. Kyle tags in Evan, and they double team Timmons. They throw him to the ropes, dual kicks to the gut! They each then run to the opposite ropes... Kyle with a dropkick to Tim's knees, Evan with a dropkick to his face! Awesome tag move! Kyle leaves the ring, and Evan goes for the cover." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . NEWSOME BREAKS IT UP MASTERS: "Good work on the part of the Mountain Man, that was surely a loss! The ref is busy getting Newsome back to his corner, and Evan is distracted... OH! Timmons with a blatant low blow on Evan! I love it!" DANIELS: "Of course you do, you like it when anyone touches a guy in the crotch! How unprofessional." MASTERS: "Shut up, pencil neck!" WATERS: "Tim is closest to Johnny, so he stumbles over and tags him in. Johnny shrugs and gets in the ring. He picks up Evans, and bodyslams him. Tim rolled out of the ring and is on the floor now, slowly making his way back to his corner. Johnny turns around and nails an AWESOME standing moonsault! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Close, but no dice. Johnny picks him back up and throws him to the ropes. Evan ducks the clothesline. On the rebound, Johnny bends over for a body drop.. but Evan stops. He kicks him hard in the chest! He locks him up... Hammerlock DDT! Awesome move! Evan crawls over and tags back in Kyle. Kyle goes to the top rope with ease.. leaps.. he goes for the Kyle Style, but Johnny was wise enough to move! Now both men are laid out in the ring." WATERS: "Neither man seem to be looking for a tag though. They start getting up, and while on their knees they begin punching at each other. It looks like Kyle is taking control.. They're up on their feet now, and Kyle kicks him hard in the gut. He runs to the ropes... running rocker dropper! Nice!" MASTERS: "Too flashy. Kyle picks him up and tags back in Evan. Kyle picks Johnny up in a powerbomb move.. and on the way down, Evan grabs on a neckbreaker! Great team work from the most experienced team in this match. Evan goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "He kicked out! I thought that was going to be it. Evan is surprised too. He picks Johnny up and throws him to the ropes. Johnny ducks the lariat! On the rebound.. Johnny explodes with a flying forearm! He's near TNG's corner, and tags in Newsome." WATERS: "And this monster is quick in the ring, and on Evan. Some powerful forearms to the smaller man's back. He picks him up and bodyslams him hard.. and a simple move like that from the Mountain Man is devestating." DANIELS: "Indeed it is. He picks him up and throws him hard into a corner... Newsome comes running in.. and a MASSIVE avalanche! He just crushed Tyler! He falls out of the corner, and Newsome covers him." ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "The big man is livid. He picks Evan back up and kicks him hard in the gut. He throws him to the ropes... and a flapjack! Evan landed hard on his face. Newsome showing confidence now, I like it. But he better not gloat too long." WATERS: "He is playing up to the crowd, that's for sure. He picks Evan back up... but Evan surprises him with a small package!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "Newsome was nearly beaten with that surprise move! And it might have just pissed him off even more! He's back up, and pulling at his hair. He picks Evan up and throws him back to the ropes... big boot.. but Evan ducks. Evan rebounds with a flying dropkick! Newsome didn't fall though. Evan tags in Kyle and they begin double teaming Newsome. A series of stereo kicks and punches, followed by a dual throw to the ropes... double dropkick! That one took the big man off of his feet!" WATERS: "Again, great team work from Idolized here. Evan leaves the ring and Kyle tries to capitolize on the stunned Newsome. He has him up, and slaps him hard in the chest twice. He grabs his head and runs to a corner.. kinda sloppily, but however.. he nails the Sliced Bread #2! He goes for the cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "It's gonna take more than that to pin the big man. Evan stays on him, and picks him back up. He chops him hard again, He goes to irish whip him, but he reverses it.. he doesn't let go... He reels Evan back in with a huge short-arm clothesline! Bloody nice!" DANIELS: "Newsome drags Evan to his corner and tags in Tim. Newsome holds Evan down in a backbreaker, as Tim climbs to the second rope. Elbow drop decapitator! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . FOOT IN ROPES WATERS: "Evan shows his ring skill, knowing he was near the ropes. He didn't have to waste energy trying to kick out, smart. Tim has him back up, though, and nails him hard with a right fist. Kick to the gut. He locks him up... cradle piledriver! Tim in complete control now." MASTERS: "The King of Chaos is always in complete control. He locks up Evan in a sleeperhold. Evan is struggling... but he surprises Tim with a jawbreaker! Tim stumbles back, and Evan is on his knees. Tim gets his bearing, and runs at Evan... Evan ducks the boot to the head, and then legsweeps Tim! Slick bastard!" DANIELS: "Evan is closest to the Spectacle's corner, and tags in Kerosene. They double team Tim.. throw him to the ropes... double hiptoss! Tim is up on his ass, and look at this.. Kerosene and Tyler both do a double back flip and double dropkick Tim in the chest! Awesome!" WATERS: "And the crowd appreciates that show of skill, listen to them. Evan leaves the ring and now Kerosene has Tim up. He turns him around... locks it up and nails an inverted suplex. He quickly runs to the ropes and baseball slides right into Timmons. He picks him up and throws him into the one neutral corner. He mounts him.. and delivers an eight count series of punches before Tim walks forward and drops Johnny's throat across the ropes!" MASTERS: "And Tim has a determined look on his face for sure. He looks over at Brian and spits at him! Ha!" DANIELS: "Brian taking acception and tries to get in the ring, but the ref cuts him off. Tim takes advantage and eye rakes Johnny with such a hateful force!" MASTERS: "Tim ripped his face off!" WATERS: "I bet it feels like it for sure. Tim picks Johnny up and runs his face down the front of his right boot. Violent and isolating, Tim is perhaps the most under-rated wrestler in the CZW." DANIELS: "Tim picks him back up, and nails a chokeslam! Tim goes for the cover, this could be it!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . BLAZE BREAKS IT UP WATERS: "Blaze in the ring, and he kicks Tim hard in the chest before the ref can get between them! He quickly goes back to his corner, and shouts for Johnny to come tag. Timmons is retreating, and tags in Kyle Riley... just as Johnny reaches Brian! Brian is pissed that Tim got out before he could his hands on his cousin." MASTERS: "Brian and Kyle lock up, and Brian being the fresher of the two, he knees Kyle in the chest. He chops him hard." CROWD: "WOOO!" WATERS: "Classic." DANIELS: "He chops him a few more times, and then kicks him in the gut. He measures him and leaps.. standing dropkick right to Kyle's mush! He picks him back up... Release Dragon Suplex! Executed with precision! The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT WATERS: "He kicked out!" MASTERS: "I thought that was it!" DANIELS: "So did Brian! Listen to the crowd.." CROWD: "SLEAZY! SLEAZY! SLEAZY!" MASTERS: "Fools." WATERS: "They are behind BA, no doubt. Brian picks Kyle back up and goes for a DDT. Kyle is able to push him off however, and as Brian tries to grab at him again, he chops Brian hard in the chest. He then nails a step-up enziguri, stepping on Brian's knee and kicking him hard in the head! Now both men are laid out on the mat." CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!" DANIELS: "Brian is crawling back to Johnny, and Kyle is edging back to Evan. However, both Tim and Newsome jump in the ring and attack both men! What the hell!" MASTERS: "They're taking charge! But wait..." WATERS: "Johnny and Evan springboard into the ring, and Evan dropkicks Newsome while Johnny does so to Tim! What a match!" DANIELS: "Tim and Josh roll out of the ring, while Evan and Johnny go back to their corners and each reach out for the tag. Brian tags in Johnny just as Kyle tags in Evan. They immediately go at each other, having just worked together as a team a few moments before." MASTERS: "Evan takes control, and nails Johnny with a snap suplex. He keeps a hold of it and then nails a textbook vertical suplex. He keeps a hold of it, and shifts the third one into a Sambo suplex! Good work from the scrawny yankee." DANIELS:"The cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT WATERS: "Evan then throws Johnny to the ropes.. but Johnny reverses... look, Tim blind tagged Evan as he bounced off the ropes... Johnny doesn't know it! Johnny nails Evan with a high back body drop! But as soon as Evan is over, Tim runs and nails Johnny with a running big boot! Tim wants Johnny's face OFF!" MASTERS: "Evan rolls out of the ring, and Canada's Finest has complete control over Johnny Nitro." WATERS: "Kerosene." MASTERS: "No thanks, I don't smoke. Ya wanker." DANIELS: "That doesn't even make sense, William. Tim picks Johnny up and locks on a abdominal stretch. Look at the viciousness in Tim as he grinds his free elbow into the expose side of Johnny. Johnny is in a lot of pain, but refuses to give up. After a few moments, Tim flips him over in a hiptoss. He keeps a hold of him, and locks in an armbar." MASTERS: "Tim is owning this punk right now, and I think the end is near. Tim picks Johnny up and kicks him hard in the gut. Powerbomb! Excellent!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "He kicked out! What the!" DANIELS: "Amazing! Kerosene's head bounced real hard off the mat, but he still had the fortitude to kick out!" WATERS: "Tim is livid! He picks him back up and is biting his eyebrow! So vicious! The ref is forcing him to break it.. but damage is done. Tim then kicks him again.. another powerbomb... NO! Johnny counters with a desperation hurricanrana!" DANIELS: "Both men back up, on instinct, and Tim goes for a clothesline.. Johnny ducks! Johnny nails a series of punches! Tim tries to counter, another duck! Another series of punches! The crowd is firmly behind Johnny!" CROWD: "JOHNNY! JOHNNY! JOHNNY!" MASTERS: "Someone tell these people to shut up!" DANIELS: "Johnny chops Tim hard... kick to the gut... one-handed bulldog! A cover!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT MASTERS: "HA HA! Not enough!" WATERS: "Johnny picks Tim back up, and another hard chop. He runs to the rope... another flying forearm... but Tim ducks! Johnny falls flat on his face, and both men are out momentarily." DANIELS: "Tim, although sluggishly, is the first one up. He goes to pick up Kerosene, and does so by his face! God!" MASTERS: "Johnny is bleeding from his nose now, Tim is vicious." WATERS: "He chops him hard and then lifts him up on his shoulders... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!" CROWD: "---" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . KICK OUT DANIELS: "HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!" MASTERS: "That count was slow! Tim is livid. He is back up... and look, he tricks Idolized, by surprise attacking them both and knocking them off the apron. The ref is yelling at him, as Mountain Man comes in... He goes to lariat the now standing Johnny, but Johnny ducks... the ref turns around and is livid himself, yelling at Josh to leave the ring... Blaze enters the ring! Get out you fool!" DANIELS: "Blaze kicks Timmons hard in the gut! He backs up... he runs, and POW! A BLAZING ARROW! He leaves the ring!" WATERS: "Johnny is up, and Idolized is still dazed down on the floor after the surprise attack from Tim... Johnny picks Tim up... he locks him up... THE FACEMELTER! THIS IS IT!" ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THREE!! * DING DING DING * TOWERS, from the timekeeper's table: "Your winners, and the winning team of the tag team tournament.... THE SPECTACLE!!" MASTERS: "This is blasphemy! The Next Generation should have won this! That bastard Blaze!" DANIELS: "It's official! Blaze and Kerosene will face their Beautiful Agony partners and current Global tag champs, Monrowan, at Road To Glory III!" WATERS: "Idolized were the favorites to win by many, and they are pretty disappointed as they walk back up the ramp to the backstage area. But Timmons and Newsome are still at ringside as Darrin Powers raises Johnny and Brian's arms in victory! What are they up to?" MASTERS: "Look, Tim has shook the daze away and they're getting back in the ring... they blindside the BA fruits from behind, I love it!" DANIELS: "You are a souless man, Masters! Newsome has Johnny locked up as Tim just wails away at the duped Blaze! He lifts him up!" * THUD! * MASTERS: "T-CRUSHER! That dancing fool is dead!" DANIELS: "Tim stares down at Blaze, as Mountain Man nails Kerosene with a huge chokeslam! Both Spectacle members are laid out in the ring!" MASTERS: "This is a statement! Don't take Tim and Newsome lightly, period." DANIELS: "And ladies and gentlemen... I'm receiving word in my headset... it's fresh off the boards, I'm being told that next Overdrive in Columbia, SC... Tim Timmons will challenge Brian Blaze, his own cousin... for the CZW X-Division Title... in a GREENHOUSE MATCH!!" WATERS: "Huge! El Pablo's dangerous glasshouse match, a perfect X title match!" MASTERS: "Timmons will finally get his due, and take the title!" *** -=- Ryan Shane vs. Cage Stryker -=- *** Daniels: What a match that will be! Well folks, the Number One Contender to the World Heavyweight Title is going to be in action next. Masters: Too bad he has to face easily the hottest new comer in CZW these days in the Straight Edge Curse. Waters: This is going to be a hell of a match and you have to wonder if Cage doesn’t come out with a win what would it do for his momentum. A Call to the Faithful begins to play as the fans start booing heavily and Ryan Shane is on the stage. Jessica: Making his way to the ring he is from Niagara Falls Ontario Canada. He is the Straight Edge Curse Ryan Shane. Daniels: I think only one man can get a worse reception from these people and that man is our World Champion. Masters: Once Ryan beats Cage in this match he could go on to be in the Main Event at Road to Glory. Waters: I think our former World Champion will have something to say about that. Ryan Shane is in the ring as The Pretender by the Foo Fighters begins to play and the fans erupt. Cage Stryker is now on the stage playing to the crowd as the fans go even crazier. Jessica: And his opponent he is from Hollywood California. He is High Definition Cage Stryker. Masters: Listen to these morons. Daniels: These people are going insane at one of the men responsible for keeping CZW alive during it’s Dark Ages. Waters: The Number One Contender is here and he is ready for a fight. Masters: He better be if he wants to beat the Straight Edge Curse. Daniels: Well the bell rings and we are underway as Ryan and Cage tie up. Ryan turns it into a nice side headlock as Cage lifts Ryan off the ground and takes him down with a back body drop. Waters: Cage Stryker with the upper hand early. Masters: He’s not capitalizing though as Cage is up Ryan is quickly but surely to his feet. The two men go for another tie up as Ryan hit’s a quick knee to the gut and grabs Cage by the head and slams him to the mat. Waters: Now Ryan is the one with the upper hand. Masters: So insightful Waters. Daniels: Ryan is continuing the onslaught as he starts stomping away at HD. His foot is now across the throat as he is choking the number one contender. He continues stomping as he picks Cage up. He hooks in a front headlock and drops Cage with a DDT. Cover 1...no Cage gets the shoulder up. Masters: Cage is going to have to go though a lot more than a couple of kicks and a DDT before ya put him away. Waters: Shane obviously knows this as he continues the attack. Shane hit’s a standing shooting star press and goes for another cover 1.…2..no. Cage gets the shoulder up yet again. Shane now sits Cage up as he digs his knee into the back of Cage and grabs his chin wrenching his back. Masters: Cage is in a precarious position as Ryan begins to work on the back and I love it. He’s making the man suffer. Daniels: Yeah but if there is one thing we can say about Cage he is very resourceful though. However the Straight Edge Curse is in complete control. He lifts Cage to his feet and takes him out again immediately with a super kick right to the jaw. Shane is now climbing the turnbuckle as he stops on the second rope and comes off with a beautiful Moonsault. He goes for another cover 1.…..2.…..no! Waters: Cage keeps kicking out and Ryan continues to control this match like he has done in the past. Cage is now getting to his feet as Ryan goes for a right and Cage blocks it. Ryan then kicks Cage right in the gut and hits him with a Welcome to Hell Mother f**ker!! Masters: That double underhook back breaker executed masterfully by Shane. This is why Shane is going to win the match. He is just plain better that Cage. Daniels: Anything can happen in a CZW ring but right now it is very evident that Shane has the upper hand. He is in complete control as he stands up and he is now stalking Cage waiting for him to get up. Cage slowly is getting up as Cage is now on one knee and Ryan starts running. Ryan nails Cage with a knee right to the side of Cage’s head. Masters: The Kill Shot! Waters: A vicious knee to the side of the head as Shane goes for another cover 1.…2.…no! Cage again gets the shoulder up. Daniels: Cage refuses to give up a match that has been seemingly all Ryan Shane from the get go. Masters: He’s going to put it away right now though. He’s picking Cage up and is going for a suplex. Waters: I think he wants to hit D.E.A.D. that small package driver. Daniels: He doesn’t get either Cage reverses it into a roll up. 1.…..2.….no! Cage almost pulled out the victory there. Ryan knows this look at the expression on his face. Shane gets up and goes after Cage how grabs Shane and gets him in a school boy. 1.…….2.…..no! Waters: The resilient Cage Stryker almost pulled out another victory. Cage is slowly but surely getting back into this as Cage is on his feet now. Masters: He’ll be down soon enough here comes Shane who swings a big right. Daniels: Blocked by Cage. Cage hit’s a right of his own. Shane tries another right which is also blocked and Cage hit’s a right. Cage is now going off he’s hitting rights and lefts and kicks to the midsection. He grabs Shane and whips him off the ropes. Goes for a close line and Shane ducks….. Masters: Recurring Nightmares! Waters: Shane hits that Black Magic rebound kick. Masters: This has to be a recurring nightmare for Cage any time he attempts anything Shane is right there with a counter it seems. Now Shane is climbing to the top rope. He is perched taking flight going for a Shooting Star Press. Waters: NO! Masters: Cage moved, damn him. Daniels: Cage moved and both men are down. Shane writhing in pain a bit as Cage is trying to get back to his feet. He is using the ropes to get up as Shane is on his feet. Shane goes for a super kick as Cage ducks it. Shane is now trying for a Pelé kick but Cage sidesteps and Shane hit’s the mat hard. Masters: Damn it get up SHANE! Waters: Cage is in control now as Shane is to his feet but hit with a thunderous knife edge chop. He is hit repeatedly as he is against the ropes and Cage whips him into the ropes. Shane bounces off and his hit with a big drop kick from HD! Masters: Friggin Cage is gaining momentum. Daniels: Cage is coming out like a house of fire. Shane is quick to his feet though but is quickly dropped with a big spine buster. Cage goes for a cover 1.….2...no! Masters: Thankfully Shane gets the shoulder up. Waters: Cage is up and waiting for Shane o get back to his feet. Shane is up and goes for a big right hand. Cage ducks again as Shane spins around and Cage hits Shane with a big reverse DDT. Cage going for another cover 1.….2.….no! Masters: Now Shane is on the defensive. Come on Shane keep going! Shane is on his feet and he is finally connecting with a few rights. Cage then pushes Shane back and nails him with a super kick! Daniels: Cage is on fire folks. He is now on the top rope waiting for Shane to get up. He is perched patiently waiting as Shane is finally back to his feet. He turns and is hit with a diving spear off the top rope. Cage is up and he’s getting the fans into it now. Masters; Listen to these morons cheering for High Definition. Waters: Cage has picked Shane up and has got him up. Daniels: STRYKER DRIVER! Masters: NO! Waters: Cover 1.….. Wait what is Cage doing he just got off of Shane. Pin him and win Cage duh. Daniels: Wait look someone is on the stage. Masters: YAY It’s Fiscus. Daniels: What is he doing out here. Masters; Obviously just scouting his opponent. Waters: Wait what’s going on the lights just went out? Masters: Someone is getting fired over this. Daniels: I think we all know who is behind this. The lights are back on and Cage is still on his feet. He’s got his fists up looking around but Alan is still on the stage. Masters: The best part is Shane is getting up. Cage notices Shane slowly getting to his feet and….. Shane: CAGE HAS JUST BEEN HIT WITH A RAILROAD SPIKE! Waters: Where did he even get that? Masters: Who cares it was awesome. Cage is busted open as Ryan now has him and hits Cage with D.E.A.D. Waters: Cover 1.…..2.…….3! The bell rings as Ryan gets off of Cage with his hands in the air and the railroad spike displayed to the crowd as A Call to the Faithful is playing. Jessica: Here is your winner the Straight Edge Curse Ryan Shane! Masters: HE WON! Daniels: Thanks to Fiscus! Masters: What do you mean? Fiscus didn’t do anything he was just watching the match! Waters: Regardless how you look at it Ryan Shane used a railroad spike and busted Cage open hit Drugs End All Dreams and won this match. He beat the number one contender for the World Title. The records show it as a win for Shane. Daniels: Via very questionable methods though Ryan Shane walks away with a win. ***
March 21st... 2010...
They say the road to hell was paved with the best intentions.
But what do they say the road to glory will be paved with?
GOLD.
Atlanta, Georgia... The Philips Arena...
Our next pay-per-view mega event...
With Authority Zero's "Carpe Diem" as its theme song...
CZW proudly presents...
ROAD TO GLORY III!
The main event... "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus will put the CZW World Heavyweight title on the line against the man many say he literally stole it from... "High Definition" Cage Stryker... in a STRETCHER MATCH!
"The OGT" Maynard O'Toole will defend the CZW Intercontinental title against #1 contender and Youthful Aggression member, "The Phoenix" Mike King!
Road To Glory III will feature its traditional Tower of Power contest, with a newly revamped and restructured concept, and the winner will be getting a WHC title shot at June's "Summer Showdown" PPV!
Monrowan are set to defend the CZW Global tag team titles against their own stablemates, Brian Blaze & Johnny Kerosene!
AND MUCH MORE!
Road To Glory III is SOLD OUT! You can still order it on pay-per-view, however, so contact your provider right now! *** -=- Alan Fiscus vs. Maynard O'Toole -=- *** “Streetcleaner” by Godflesh blares out through the arena, prompting a chorus of jeers from the crowd as Alan Fiscus makes his way out onto the ramp, hand-in-hand with Hellena. Alan sports black tights with red trim as well as a Brainiac t-shirt. Hellena is dressed in a sultry corset and skirt, with black and red candy-stripe sleeves and stockings, and she carries the World Championship belt over her shoulder. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT, scheduled for one fall with television time remaining. Introducing first, from Wichita, Kansas, he is the CZW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ‘the Sadistic Solution,’ ALAN…FISCUS!!” Fiscus and Hellena take their time making their way to the ring, sharing a vulgar kiss before Alan rolls into the ring. He ascends the turnbuckle and simply glares out at the crowd, shaking his head in disgust. The crowd reaction takes a complete 180 as “Bloodline” by Slayer hits and Maynard O’Toole stalks out onto the entrance ramp in his black wrestling gear, his Intercontinental title around his waist and his sledgehammer in hand. Towers: “His opponent, from RIGHT HERE in Fayetteville, North Carolina, the reigning CZW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, ‘the OGT,’ MAYNARD…O’TOOLE!!” Maynard slowly stalks down to the ring, his stare fixed on his opponent. He moves to the ring-steps, glancing at Hellena with a smirk before moving up and into the ring. Maynard climbs the turnbuckle and raises his belt in one hand and his hammer in the other, appealing to the hometown fans before stepping down, setting his hammer in the corner and handing his belt to the ring staffer. Daniels: “Main event time here on Overdrive and that staredown says it all…there is absolutely NO love lost between Alan Fiscus and Maynard O’Toole.” Waters: “Given all the history between them, there is really no surprise.” Masters: “There is one surprise. I’m surprised that Alan hasn’t killed O’Toole by now.” *Ding-ding-ding!* Daniels: “There’s the bell and both competitors now circling the ring. Collar-and-elbow tie-up and…Fiscus going for the Overthrow!!” Waters: “Maynard counters with a pair of elbows to the head and now…scoops him up! THIRD EYE!!” Daniels: “No! Alan drops behind him! Rear waist-lock, maybe going for a German suplex here! Maynard counters with a snapmare! Alan rolls to the outside as Maynard moves in to capitalize!” Masters: “Smart move there by the world champion, and now Hellena is consoling him. It’s good to be the champ!” Waters: “Yeah, wait till he loses it and see if she’s still around…” Masters: “Lies and slander!” Daniels: “Fiscus now taking his time re-entering the ring, yelling at the referee to keep O’Toole back. Alan back in and here they go for another lock-up…OH! Fiscus with a cheap shot, gouging the eyes of Maynard O’Toole. Alan now rocking O’Toole back against the ropes with a series of forearm shots.” Waters: “Here’s the Irish whip…reversed! BOOM! Maynard tears Alan’s head off with that roundhouse kick! The fans here are firmly behind the Intercontinental champion!” Masters: “They’re just full of it! They feel the need to cheer the ‘lesser’ champion just because they know they’re the ‘lesser’ Carolina!” Daniels: “Maynard sizing Fiscus up. O’Toole bounding off the near ropes and…bulldog headlock!! He goes for the pin!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “Maynard pulling Alan back up by his hair, keeping the pressure on. There’s a BIG European uppercut! He spins Fiscus back to face him and NAILS him with another! He whips Alan into the far turnbuckle and follows him in…DRILLING him with that clothesline! He hit Alan so hard he flipped over the top rope!! Waters: “Alan landed on the apron and now Maynard his reaching over to pull him back into the ring proper…OH, wily move there from the world champion, catching Maynard with that hot-shot, snapping his throat over the top rope!” Masters: “He was faking it this whole time! I knew it!” Waters: “The dazed look on his face makes it seem a little less deliberate.” Masters: “Like the dazed look you have on your face in your mug-shot?” Waters: “Classy, Masters. Really classy.” Daniels: “Fiscus rolling back into the ring now, trying to capitalize on this momentum shift. He grabs his opponent and…vertical suplex! Fiscus up and bounding off the far ropes…quick leg-drop! He makes the cover!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Masters: “And now the champion showing his intelligence by locking in that reverse chin-lock! Look at him wrenching back on that hold, wearing the lesser champion down!” Waters: “A move fittingly called by the ‘lesser commentator.” Daniels: “Maynard is now trying hard to break the hold, but Fiscus has it cinched in tight with his fingers laced firmly and his knee driven solidly into the back of his opponent! The fans here are trying to rally Maynard but Fiscus seems undaunted.” Waters: “Maynard needs to break this hold or it can have some serious repercussions for the rest of this match. OW! Maynard just boxed Alan’s ears! Great move out of desperation there, reaching back and open-hand slapping him on both ears at once! That can actually deafen a person!” Daniels: “O’Toole is up a bit slowly and Alan recovers, charging in and driving a knee home to the gut! O’Toole flips over onto his back, and now Fiscus looks to be going to the high-rent district! Fiscus up top and leaps off for the leg-drop!” *THUD!!* Waters: “Nobody home! Alan slow to his feet now and Maynard pulls himself up with the rope. Fiscus runs in with a lariat, Maynard side-steps and locks in a full-nelson! FULL NELSON SLAM! O’Toole now with a second wind as he lifts Alan up, could be going for a powerbomb here! He hoists him up and…POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! O’Toole is now manhandling Fiscus with his superior strength!” Daniels: “Maynard is definitely the more powerful of the two and he is now in a position to use that strength to his advantage! O’Toole lifts Fiscus up and now into a vertical suplex position…JACKHAMMER!! O’TOOLE HOLDS ON FOR THE PIN!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Masters: “Maynard may have the strength advantage, but Fiscus has the conditioning and endurance to outlast him, as he’s just demonstrated!” Waters: “That remains to be seen, but the world champion does deserve credit for kicking out after that succession of power moves from ‘the OGT.’ Maynard now sizing Fiscus up, waiting for him to dazedly get to his feet and charges in with that big lariat!” Daniels: “Fiscus with a drop toe-hold!! O’Toole falls throat first across the middle rope!! Fiscus quickly takes advantage…STD II!! STD II!! Fiscus hits the swinging leg hook suplex!! Here’s the cover!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Masters: “THREE!! COME ON REF!! YOUR JOB IS TO COUNT TO THREE!! ANYONE CAN DO THAT!!” Waters: “Fiscus shares in my counterpart’s disbelief, but Maynard escapes the pin before the three count. Fiscus pulls Maynard back up only to DRIVE him back to the mat with a back suplex! Back up top goes Fiscus and…leg-drop connects!! Top rope leg-drop! He covers again!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Daniels: “AMAZING tenacity on the part of Maynard O’Toole to escape another pinning predicament! Fiscus is seething! Alan lifts him up and now setting him up for the Overthrow! INSIDE CRADLE!! MAYNARD WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -KICK OUT! Waters: “Quick counter by O’Toole there that almost spelled the end of the match! Fiscus is back up, as is O’Toole! Maynard with a lariat, but Fiscus ducks said attempt…” *THUD!!* Masters: “OVERTHROW!!” Daniels: “FISCUS HITS THE OVERTHROW! THIS ONE IS AS GOOD AS DONE!! He makes the cover!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - -SHOULDER UP!! Waters: “I can’t believe it!! And neither can this crowd!!” Masters: “SHENANIGANS!!” Daniels: “Fiscus is LIVID! Alan is screaming at referee Darrin Powers now, backing him all the way up into the corner!!” Masters: “That was a bloody slow count and he knows it!!” Daniels: “It looked legit to me, and O’Toole refuses to give up! Fiscus finally gets out of the ref’s face and returns to his opponent. Alan pulling Maynard up by his hair, but Maynard scoops him up into a fireman’s carry!!!” Waters: “THIRD EYE!! THIRD EYE!!” *SLAAAAM!!* Masters: “SHEEENAAAAAANIGAAAAANS!!” Daniels: “Maynard plants Fiscus with the Third Eye, but he is unable to capitalize with a cover!! Both men are down! WAIT! From the back!! Frank Finch and Sam Attic come racing to the ring!! Both men start stomping away on O’Toole!! Powers tries to get them out but…DR. TEETH ON POWERS FROM SAM ATTIC!! Come on!! He’s just a referee!!” Waters: “A referee who hopefully has a good dentist after that move!! Attic and Finch continue their assault on Maynard as Fiscus tries to gain his bearings! Look there!! Cage Stryker racing down now for the save!! Finch sees him and charges but Cage drops down, pulling the top rope down as Finch sails over the top!! Attic now slugging it out with Cage in the ring!” Masters: “What is that unholy noise!?” -The roar of a powerful engine sounds off and tires screech as a 64 Chevy Impala comes thundering down the ramp towards the ring!- Daniels: “GOOD LORD!! That car almost ran over Frank Finch on the outside!! Finch just barely got out of the way!!” Waters: “Look! Out of the car!! It’s KASH!!” Daniels: “Kris Kash emerges from the driver’s seat and Finch tries to take a shot at him! Kash catches him and drops him with a stun-gun over the roof of the car!! Finch now PLANTED with an uranage!!” Waters: “In the ring, Stryker tosses Attic to the outside, following him out!! Stryker fights Attic all the way into the crowd and Kash is beating Finch all the way up the ramp! Fiscus and O’Toole are all alone again but it looks like Alan is back to his feet with O’Toole trying to pull himself up in the corner! Even Powers is starting to show signs of life!” Daniels: “Fiscus grabs Maynard by the hair…” *SMAASH!!* All three commentators: “SLEDGEHAMMER!!” Waters: “DO Do DOOOO!” Daniels: “FISCUS JUST ATE THE HEAD OF THAT SLEDGE!! Alan falls down into a heap and O’Toole falls atop him! Powers is barely coherent enough to make the count!!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - 3!!! *DING-DING-DING!* Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…’the OGT,’ MAYNARD….O’TOOLE!!” Masters: “OF ALL THE UNDERHANDED, CHEAPSKATE SKULLDUGERY!!” Daniels: “It wasn’t exactly a sporting victory, but it was a victory all the same!! Maynard O’Toole has emerged victorious!!” “Bloodline” blares through the arena as the crowd rises to their feet, cheering loudly. Hellena drags Alan to the outside as O’Toole regains his footing, pointing his hammer at the two of them with a sly grin. Fiscus glares back as a thin line of blood runs down his forehead, a dazed yet angry expression on his face. Maynard is handed his belt and he climbs to the second turnbuckle raising both the belt and his hammer high, soaking in the praise of the crowd. One more short commercial happens before we come back for the final moments of Overdrive. ***
(Lights cut off. Yes, again.)
Masters: POWER CUT POWER CUT!!!
Waters: Damn, _AGAIN_!?
Daniels: I think it's for the people at home watching on television. We had complaints that every time they showed your face, people were mysteriously slipping into comas.
Waters: Nah Jarred, I think they were slipping into comas every time you made one of your jokes of the day.
Masters: I'd blame it on this horrible town's electricity grid. So easy a caveman could do it... Either way, it's pitch black here in Fayetteville, and I don't trust these vagabonds as far as I can throw them!
Waters: Yeah let me tell you, I used to hang out with Mayo when we were the Upstarts, people from Fayetteville don't have morals.
Daniels: I think Mayo is just one of a kind.
Daniels: ...I don't think it's a power cut guys! And I don't believe we have ever heard this tune here before in the Combat Zone.
Masters: Really, it is rather familiar.
Waters: Yeah I think you have this song in your personal collection at home. Alongside Lionel Ritchie's 'Hello' and 'Reach For The Stars' by S-Club 7!
Masters: I told you, my daughter bought them for me!
Daniels: I don't like this anymore than you do William, there's a cold chill in the air this evening and this reeks of...
Waters: Willie's aftershave? No wonder your getting a cold chill...
Masters: My bloody daughter bought me that too!
Daniels: No guys, this all seems kind of ominous don't you think.
(Suddenly several explosions blast off on the stage. The crowd all turn their attentions towards the entrance staging area, as droplets of blood is shown on the Combat-Tron, as though blood was dripping form the ceiling.)
Waters: …Okay Jarred, now I kind of see what you mean.
Masters: Oh dear, we have enough mentalists all around us here in the form of the 8,000 mutant fans, we don't need another.
Daniels: Who do you think it is?!
Waters: Probably William's daughter, she sounds like a psychopath.
(On the Combat-Tron comes the words 'Tap Out or Pass Out' as a majority of the fans react with loud cheers, knowing exactly who‘s catchphrase that is.)
Daniels: Oh...My...look at those blood stained words on the screen guys...that can only mean one thing.
Waters: Matt Stylez in back in CZW?!
Daniels: Shh, no Shawn, it's...
Masters: THE JACKAL...AHHHHH...SECURITY...SECURITY FOR GOD'S SAKE WE NEED SOME SECURITY!!!!!
Daniels: That's right William, it's the Jackal...He's BACK IN THE COMBAT ZONE AND THESE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!!!!!
Masters: GOING nuts? When were these parasites ever sane??!
(A red glowing light shines down on the stage as we see a figure. It appears to be a man with a hooded top, standing still looking down at the floor.)
Daniels: He's really here guys! We haven't seen Karl Jackson in the Combat Zone in ages!
Masters: And he should have stayed at home. Why on Earth would he want to get back on the wrong side of Mr. Montana?
Daniels: He has a score to settle William, a big score and Jesse Montana may be eating his words here tonight.
Waters: Jesse Montana said he will give the Jackal blood, he may be giving Karl pints of blood in this ring here tonight with the mood Karl is in.
Daniels: Yes, we have heard deranged words from Karl these past few months, Montana never really took the threat seriously until now. Montana is the man who screwed Karl at And Justice For All in August 2008, he screwed him again by pretending to be on his side and then he got Matt Covey to run Karl down like an animal...Like a...
Masters: Like a Jackal, Jarred? Exactly, Mr. Montana does what is best for business. The Jackal is a danger to society and a danger to CZW competitors...and we should be thanking him for ridding Karl form CZW!
Waters: Only he's not been ridden from CZW has he...
Daniels: HE IS HERE...HE IS HERE...
(A sharp red glowing light now shines directly upon Karl Jackson, as he lifts up his head, the fans reacting wildly, chanting his name and cheering. Karl grimaces as we see his mouth guard shine up in the light. His eyes are cold, icy, piercing a stare at each and every one of the fans. He now shakes his head dramatically as he dances around, then screams a monstrous growl before making his way down the ramp. The spotlight stays upon the Jackal, just like a theatre performance, the rest of the arena in darkness. Karl avoids the fans as he climbs up into the ring, thrusting a cameraman out of the way. Karl grabs a mic of Jessica Towers once inside the ring, waiting patiently for the music to cut. )
*Cut Music*
Waters: Wow, Jackal looks like he's on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
Masters: He can twitch and have that icy cold stare all he likes, messing with Mr. Montana can only end tragically for the Jackal.
Daniels: I really don't think this man cares if Montana kills him. This is a man who has lost his wife to his former best friend, he lost the chance at the CZW World Title because of his other former best friend, he has nothing left to lose and that makes for a dangerous man.
Waters: The most dangerous man in CZW!
(JACKAL...JACKAL...JACKAL...JACKAL...)
Daniels: These fans are loving the return of the Jackal here tonight in Fayetteville.
Waters: Even I want to chant his name if he pummels Jesse Montana into a hospital visit.
Masters: And how fickle does that make you Mr. Waters along with all of these brain-dead fans. One minute they boo this man, the next they treating him like Jesus.
Daniels: They can chant or boo for whoever they like William, and I personally am delighted for the return of Karl Jackson, a very talented and intense individual.
Masters: He's a bloody liability and a hot headed monster. And your just as fickle as the rest, you weren't chanting his name when he had you in his Jackal Lock if I recall.
Daniels: Mr. Montana can brainwash the best of them, I'm just glad someone is finally ready to step up to him.
Waters: Guys...I think Karl is about to speak, either that or eat the microphone, wow this guy looks mad.
(Karl stares into the camera emotionless, only a sense of intensity can be depicted from his statue like face.)
Jackal: Montana...
(The crowd boo as Jackson takes a moment to let the crowd react, almost a bad taste in his mouth as he calls out his enemies name.)
Jackal: Jesse Montana you stupid son of a bitch! How many times have you tried to take me out? How many times have you tried to break me? And how many times have you failed? I'm still standing here, and like any wild animal, like any Jackal...if a smaller predator injures it...it better kill it. because if it doesn't...IT WILL KILL THEM.
(Jackal’s vein is now pulsating at the side of his head, nearly in tears the Jackal carries on with an aggression not witnessed before.)
Jackal: And just like Jackal's like to scavenge for blood, I'm hungry for your blood Montana...I want your freakin' guts on a plate!
Masters: We need a doctor out here for this man, he is not right in the head.
Jackal: Do you have any idea of what I'm capable of? Do you not understand the pain your going to suffer? It won't just be a broken ankle and a bloodied nose, I'm going to do things to you even an Military Torturer cannot dream of. You say you always have a plan Montana, well you better think up your last plan as soon as possible, and plan your own funeral.
(Jackal pauses for a moment, still not showing a sign of blinking.)
Jackal: I don't care about your new found daddy, and you shouldn't either because in only a few hours time, after I have finished slicing of every one of your limbs and playing in your blood, your daddy is going to have to say goodbye to his little boy. And while he weeps at your funeral, Derek and William over here the only ones in attendance, I'll be watching and waiting for my chance to strike again. I'll make you two spend eternity with each other, lying next to each other six feet under.
(Karl takes a few steps backwards as the cameras zoom in on him. He changes his expression slightly as he swipes the sweat away form his crown, a strange smile on his face.)
Jackal: Then there's Matt Covey. Make the time you still have left as enjoyable as possible Matt, because I'll never be too far behind you. I'm going to let you live...for now.
Masters: Who the bloody hell does he think he is, talking about Jesse, Derek and Matt like they're nothing. He should show some resp…
Daniels: They tried to end his life, why in the holy hell would he show them respect after what they did to him?!
Masters: You know what, you should show ME some bloody respect Jarred, after me carrying you for all of these years. If it wasn’t for me you would be on the unem…
Waters: Guys, please, if we wanted to listen to relationship problems we would commentate on the Jerry Springer show. Kiss and make up before I put your head...up his ass.
(Jackal now gets close up to the camera staring deeply into the lens.)
Jackal: Forget the words 'Tap Out or Pass Out' Jesse Montana, listen to these new words.
'I...WANT...YOUR...BLOOD!'
(JACKAL...JACKAL...JACKAL...JACKAL…)
'GET OUT HERE YOU SPINELESS LITTLE BITCH!'
(Jackal waits with his eyes focused on the entrance stage licking his lips desperate for Montana’s blood.)
'COME ON...COME O...'
(Suddenly a pair of huge men slide into the ring form behind Karl Jackson and knocks him down, then continue the attack, the fans booing loudly.)
Daniels: OH MY...who in the World are they?!
Waters: I think...holy kangaroo that is The Next Generation, what are these idiots doing here? and they're beating the Jackal up like he's their bitch in jail!
Masters: Ha ha you're right Shawn, and Jackal didn‘t even see this one coming! YES!
(Both members of TNG waste no time in making Karl Jackson bleed, his forehead now looking like a crushed tomato. One of the guys has a pair of brass knuckles as Jackson takes shot after shot in the face, blood staining the ring. The fans are deafening as they boo this situation, Jackal lifeless in the middle of the ring though as the attack just carries on and on.)
Daniels: This is just a damn joke, every time Karl gets close to Montana he does a cowardly act like this.
Masters: Jesse Montana is a genius, and no thug like the Jackal is ever going to get one over on the Sensation.
Daniels: And by the looks of it, the Sensation is now deciding to make his way down to the ring.
(Jesse and Derek walk onto the staging area, somehow creating even more boos than before.)
Waters: Wait, security, we have an O.A.P escaped onto the stage...
Daniels: Erm Shawn...That's just Derek Damage!
Waters: Actually I was talking about Jesse Montana.
Masters: Show some bloody respect when your boss walks out here. Shawn your lucky to still have a job, and Jarred, I think Mr. Montana just keeps you around to torture you.
Waters: Working with you Willie, that's enough torture for anyone.
(Montana and Damage walk down to the ring, wearing six figure dollar suits. Both men make sure they avoid the fans who lean out trying to get their hands on the merchandise, however security pull them back viciously. As Montana and Damage gets into the ring, the Jackal jumps up, blood covering his face however he still manages to stand up, showing passion and intensity beyond imagination. TNG quickly cut him down though before he can reach Montana, who swipes down his cream suit making sure it’s not got ruined.)
Daniels: Look at the sick smirks on the faces of our 'bosses'. Working under them is like serving Hitler.
(MONTANA SUCKS...MONTANA SUCKS...MONTANA SUCKS...)
Montana: Ha ha ha. You want my blood, huh?
Daniels: Montana and Damage now inside the ring, and Timmons & Newsome are holding the Jackal down.
Waters: Jackal looks like he wants to kill Montana, I think he likes the taste of his own blood.
Masters: Jacko wanted blood, he got blood. All hail Montana.
(JESSE SUCKS DEREK...JESSE SUCKS DEREK...)
Montana: Yeah, that is all people here in Fayetteville think of isn't it. Gay sex. You're all like clones of Maynard O'Toole, only with a little more talent. No don't cheer, that really wasn't a compliment.
(Montana now gets up into the face of Karl Jackson, who looks like a complete mess. Karl is still growling and shaking with fury though, not even fazed by the taste of his own blood.)
Montana: Karl Jackson. When are you going to learn? I own this business, I own all of these people in this arena, I even own you. All I need to do is click my fingers and I can have you disposed of. But that would be too easy wouldn't it.
(Jackson tries to escape as Derek jumps in with a kick to the gut, all four guys laughing at the squirming Jackal.)
Montana: Karl it's true I have been a thorn in your side since you joined CZW. But how can you blame me, your the dumbest guy I've ever known. I took from you what I wanted, I used you like a pet Alsatian. All of you people thought I was scared of this maniac. I take brains over braun any day Jacko, and your brains are just non-existent. I tried to take you out. I tried to end your career. I try to put you in hospital. I even gave your ex wife a little bit of the Montana sensation. Ha ha ha, what more can I do to you?
(Jackal tries desperately to get free, wanting to get his hands on Montana so badly. Slowly Derek walks over to Montana as he whispers something in his ear, clearly amusing him as Jesse begins to chuckle.)
Montana: I guess you're right, Derek.
Jackal...you said you wanted blood. Well, your wish is my command.
'I'LL GIVE YOU BLOOD YOU PATHETIC SPEW OF PISS!'
(Montana begins to take off his blazer and shirt and tie, now jumping on Montana as he begins to pummel him into the ground. Derek slides out of the ring as he grabs a chair, then slides back in. As Jesse Montana lifts Jackal up, he attempts to fight back but is quickly knocked back down by a right hand from Montana. Derek then sets up the chair sitting up on the canvas, Montana getting TNG to press Jackal down onto the chair face first. Jesse then steps up onto the chair, and in one sick motion, with the fans booing loudly, hit’s a curb stomp on Jackal’s head, driving his face into the chair.)
Daniels: This is just humiliating, Montana, Derek, and The Next Generation should be ashamed of themselves.
Waters: Urgh, this is getting a little far, their is blood everywhere.
Masters: Ha ha ha be careful what you wish for jackass.
(Jesse Montana stops the beating, as TNG and Derek pat Montana on the back, looking down at the mess they have left inside the ring. Montana ties his hair back, Jackal’s blood now staining his hands, body and even his hair. Montana looks like a man possessed as he kneels down, screaming words at the Jackal. Slowly he gets up with the fans booing, some even too disturbed to boo. The cameras zoom in on the face of Montana, as he stares down the lens.)
Montana: The Reign of Montana is BACK!
(TNG pick the Jackal up as Montana hits one final humiliating kick on Jackal…The Montana Express! All four men now raise each other‘s arms as the show closes out, the commentators silent and the fans silent, the whole scene just unsettling.)
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