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-=- DARK MATCH! -=-
Jack Abraham vs "The Lion" Lex Lo Duca

CZW's first look at "The Renegade" Jack Abraham saw him absolutely decimate young Lex Lo Duca within three minutes of action. After nailing Lex with a roaring elbow, he was in complete control. He showcased a few of his hardcore style moves, before finishing the youngster with his signature move, the Deep Sea Drill. The fans were not too impressed with Jack, and Jack was not too impressed with the fans.

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Before Overdrive goes live, Theresa is seen walking up the hall with a member of the production crew flipping through some papers.

Baines: Alright, you take of that.

The crew member rushes off down the hall as Theresa approaches her office door…but notices that it seems to be ajar. She quickly rushes to her door and throws it open only to see a familiar face setting flowers on her desk. She notices someone else with him too.

Baines: Mr. Hix…why are you in my office…and why is Sirena with you?

Hix has his cocky grin on his face as he turns to face her.

Hix: Ms. Baines…my you look ravishing today.

Baines: What did I tell you about flattery Mr. Hix?

Hix: Don’t hate, I was just givin you a compliment…as for Sirena…you have her mistaken. This is the cute Starr sister…Serena.

Baines: Serena and Sirena…what…

Hix: Don’t try to figure it out…it’ll just give that pretty little head of yours a very ugly migraine. They’re twin sisters…they tried to be one another for a time…caused lots of confusion…Sirena changed back to herself…Serena did the same…and just leave it at that. It confused the entire CZW universe for a time. Serena was just helping me tidy up your office…and give it some life.

Hix motions toward the flowers.

Hix: A person so full of life such as yourself…should not be sitting in a gray and dreary office while you’re at work.

Baines: Hix, what’s the point of this.

Hix: Straight to business…I love that about you.

Baines: Mr. Hix…

Hix: Of course, of course. It’s like this…I have ran several Federations and I’m just trying to offer my help. Serena, my resume if you please.

Serena pulls a thick manila folder from a bag and hands it to him.

Serena: Here Boss.

Hix: Thank you Madame.

Hix hands Theresa the folder. Reluctantly she actually rummages through it.

Baines: I’m curious…I thought Allescha was your slave?

Hix: Slave! That’s such an ugly word. She is my personal assistant…and for the record…she is off today. You think I’m a slave driver…ha.

Baines: Hix…you have a very impressive resume…why haven’t you ever tried for gold here in the CZW. Multiple World Champ…Tag…IN…IC…Hardcore…Global…

Hix: I am more of a…puppet master we will say. I like to pull the strings.

Baines: And that’s helpful how? And why do you think you wording it like that makes me feel comfortable putting you in charge of…well…anything?

Hix: I’m sorry…I like to be…how you say…poetic with my words. Anyway…if you read those…you will see I was the VP/Commissioner of a Federation that was open for several years…and it wasn’t until that owner quit on us…that we quit on him. I would go on to run other federations…get them up there…and then leave them hopefully in capable hands…turns out everyone of them have closed as soon as I walked out that door. I know what it takes to get the fans and make the money. I know what they want…I know what they thrive on. Any average wrestling fan thrives on bloodshed…torn flesh…broken bones…mankind is more bloodthirsty than the most vicious animal out there. And that’s what I make happen.

Baines: A lions den match with actual lions…a scaffold match 50 stories high…a Mortal Kombat pit match. Mr. Hix…you are one sick and inhumane individual. There is no way I would put my superstars lives on the line…literally. Get out of my sight.

Hix: Are you sure? Don’t you enjoy looking at these rippling biceps…and my chiseled features?

Baines: No…I want you out of my office.

Hix: Very well, but before I go, let me leave you with some food for thought. CZW is full of wild dogs who need to be punished…that need to learn obedience and not bite the hand that feeds them. Take Godzilla for instance…or Kimo…or Cage Stryker…Alan Fiscus and his crew…Bad Ass Matt Covey…El Pablo…YA and BA…Krimzon Blaze…the list goes on and on. The CZW is full of degenerates who think just because they have veteran status here…they’re big shots…they can do what they want when they want…rather it is belittle you or beat up on their former friends and tag partners or promote drugs and alcohol. Children do watch CZW you know. Those matches…were all about survival of the fittest…and putting the dogs on a short leash so they knew who the Boss was. I mean…with the way Sawyer’s been acting lately…wouldn’t you like to throw him in a den of lions…or Mountain Man…show him what real mountain fighting is all about. They’re running wild Ms. Baines…and you need to regain control. I can enforce that…given the opportunity.

Baines: How about this Mr. Hix. I’m regaining control by looking straight into your eyes…and enforcing that you get out of my office before I fire you.

Hix smirks.

Hix: Come one Serena…apparently Ms. Baines does not appreciate beauty and kindness. I bought all the decorations from out of my own pocket and she throws me out.

Hix and Serena exit as Hix’s grin widens. Theresa flips though more pages seeming to get more and more disgusted. Suddenly, the Overdrive theme video plays.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOOOOM!!*

Overdrives video, as always, finishes with a panning shot of the screaming crowd and several of the crowd’s home-made signs:

“WAR GAMES = AWESOME”

“O'TOOLE WILL BRING THE BELT HOME”

“KIMO IS A CRY BABY!”

And “BRING BACK JENA CYDE” by the same fat guy as last week, making this his third in a row Overdrive at front row.

DANIELS: "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to OVERDRIVE! Our go home show before our biggest PPV of the year, HATEWAVE!"

MASTERS: "We've got a bloody great show lined up tonight, with a huge four on four tag match in the main event!"

WATERS: "We're also going to see a huge Agony vs Aggression precursor with Rowan fighting Havok in a Lumberjack match, with the winner getting team advantage in Chicago!"

DANIELS: "Also known as Rowan vs Havok III."

MASTERS: "The rubber match, and Havok is going to win the series tonight! But the real news is..."

William looks at Shawn and then Jarred, with Shawn rolling his eyes.

MASTERS: "This is the LAST broadcast that Shawn Waters will be co-commentating on! Finally, it will be back to me and Daniels here. One down, one to go!"

DANIELS: "You would want to host Overdrive alone, wouldn't you?"

MASTERS: "Damn straight, yankee. The ratings would SOAR!"

DANIELS: "Anyway, Shawn, it's been a pleasure working with you."

WATERS: "The feeling is mutual, Jarred, and I've even had fun working with Masters here. It's been a good run, but it's also been too long, and now I'm ready to be a full time wrestler again."

DANIELS: "Good luck to you."

WATERS: "Thank you sir."

MASTERS: "Yeah, yeah.. bloody hell. Good luck, ol' chap."

WATERS: "... Thank you, Masters? Wow."

MASTERS: "Okay, enough! Let's move on!!"

Daniels: As if tonight's events aren't enough to excite the most inebriated wrestling fan, I'm being told we have footage from Buzzsaw and Matt Covey's time in jail this past week and we're going to air it here tonight!

Masters: Are you sure we can air that kind of footage? What if somebody drops the soap?

Daniels: I'm not going to be the guy who tells Ms. Baines what she can and cannot show on Overdrive. How about you?

Masters: No, I suppose not. Roll the footage.

The CZW logo on the Combat-tron is replaced with the video package.

Buzzsaw is seen first as police lead him into the sizing chart room for his mug shot. He grunts with an angered look on his face as his forward shot is taken. He then turns to his right so they can profile his side image. He is soon led out of the room and replaced with Matt Covey who oddly enough is grinning from ear to ear. They take his forward picture which he ruins by holding up a middle finger. Then he turns to the right, still smiling, middle finger still sailing for his his side profile.

The footage then changes to show both men being lead to communtiy confinement in cells opposite of each other. It's like a celebrity walking the red carpet for Buzz as all the guys in his cell hoot and holler for their local hometown hero. Buzz smirks and waves his hands as if to calm his pals down. Meanwhile, more of Buzz's friends in the opposite cell, chant as well until Matt Covey is led into their midst. Their cheers suddenly turn to devious and profane remarks, as Matt grins amongst them. One of the guys in Buzz's cell kindly gives up his bed, moving to the floor so that Buzz can have it instead. Matt isn't as fortunate, but refuses to be outdone. He eyes the biggest man in his cell...

Bad Ass: You. Get your ass out of my bed. Now.

A hulking six foot eight, bald white man covered in tattoos suddenly steps down from his bed; brazenly approaching Matt Covey. Once he's within uncomfortable breathing distance, he begins to make a remark, but Matt quickly kicks the man's right kneecap inwards and then grabs his shining dome, running it into the steel bars of his confinement repeatedly, until the man's face runs like a crimson faucet. Matt releases the man who collapses to the concrete floor ina fetal position, Matt kicking him in his ribs repeatedly as the rest of the cell erupts into a frenzy. Matt turns to greet them, a savage carnivore look in his eyes as he shouts.

Bad Ass: Well come on then! I can do this all night you sons of bitches!

As it looks like Matt may have to claw his way out of a nine man dog pile, Buzz's voice suddenly erupts from the opposite cell in their direction.

Buzzsaw: Enough! Leave him be!

The men in Matt's cell pause, still looking aggressive.

Buzzsaw: Any man who lays a hand on him, answers to me!

The men slowly retreat back towards their bunks. Matt smirks.

Bad Ass: That's right kids. Daddy says it's bed time. So back the fuck off.

The look in the inmates eyes suggests they don't like the idea, but they obey none the less. Matt turns and gazes across the hall to Buzz's cell.

Bad Ass: You goin soft on me, Stone?

Buzzsaw: In your dreams, asshole. I don't want you to have any excuse for ducking out of our match at Hatewave.

Bad Ass: That's very kind of ya, B. But you didn't have to go to the trouble. These guys would have made for one hell of a warm up.

Buzzsaw: Maybe. Maybe not. What kind of man would I be if I let you limp into Overdrive where Ryan Shane's gonna kick your ass?

Bad Ass: The same kind of man you are now... A poor man's version of me, complete with nuetered balls.

Buzzsaw laughs aloud while Matt continues to grin.

Buzzsaw: Damn son, you make it easy to hate you, ya know that?

Bad Ass: Wouldn't be any fun if we were fluffing pillows for each other, now would it?

Buzzsaw: Nope. I suppose not.

Matt nods to Buzz and then turns and flips the rest of his cell mates off before hopping up into his recently earned top bunk.

The scene changes, the time clock showing that several hours have passed. In the lobby, Morgan Mayhem and TJ Hix are both waiting, having apparently provided bail for their respective friends. A guard leads the two down a hallway and to a large steel door that seperates confinement from the drunk tank. As the guard opens the door, Hix steps back, allowing Morgan to enter first, the sign of a gentleman. Morgan rolls her eyes and enters, immediately rushing to Buzz's cell. Her worries vanish immediately as she finds her man sitting around with several friends playing cards.

Morgan: Buzz! You're okay!

Buzz throws his cards in and stands, walking over to the bars of his cell.

Buzzsaw: Of course. These are my people in here. Mostly obnoxious drunks and dead beats, but they're real interesting fellows. Ain't that right, boys?

The guys in his cell hoot and holler in appreciation of Buzz's kind words.

Morgan: That's good, Derek. But I've posted your bail. You're coming home.

Buzzsaw: Cool. See ya later, guys.

Buzz waves to his friends as the guard opens his cell. Buzzsaw steps out into the hall, stretching his legs before proceeding down the hallway with Morgan to the release station. TJ Hix passes the couple, nodding to them as he approaches Matt's cell. TJ cocks an eyebrow as he finds Matt and two other guys standing around the communtiy toilet in their cell.

TJ Hix: What the hell are you doing?!?

Matt turns around, noticing TJ.

Bad Ass: Making toilet wine. It's almost done too.

Guard: You realize that's illegal and that I'm standing right here, right?

Bad Ass: I don't give a fuck what you think. You're a guard cause you couldn't pass the physical exam to be a real cop. Bitch.

The guys in Matt's cell cry out with "Oooooooh!" and "Burn!" while Matt leaves the toilet to his cell mates. TJ then notices a fat guy in the corner, holding his gut in pain as sweat dribbles down his face.

TJ Hix: What's up with that guy?

Bad Ass: He's gotta shit. I told him if he used our wine toilet, I was gonna shove the little guy's head up his asshole. And now he's being a whiney bitch about it.

TJ Hix: Nice. Well, come on. I've posted your bail. You're free to go.

Bad Ass: Really? Damn. The wine isn't gonna be done for at least another couple of hours...

TJ Hix: I'll take you to get a case of beer when we leave here.

Bad Ass: That's what's up! See you in hell, fellas.

Matt waits as the guard opens his cell door, and then exits, making like he's going to attack the guard, who flinches. Matt laughs at him and then flips him off, before following TJ to the check out. After he signs his release papers, Matt gets a bag with his personal affects inside. He doesn't hesitate to throw his boots and jacket on, before carrying the rest with him in the sack. Exiting the front of the jail house, Matt begins to follow TJ to his BMW convertible, but pauses for a moment. He tosses his bag to Hix.

Bad Ass: I'll be right back. I gotta take care of something.

Hix shrugs and enters his car as Matt walks down the sidewalk to a sleek model Cadillac. He approaches the passenger side door and bends down, looking in at his rival.

Morgan: What the fuck is he doing here? Get away from my car, asshole!

Buzz quickly throws a hand over Morgan's mouth, as he turns to look Matt in the eyes.

Bad Ass: So, I guess that's it for us until Hatewave, eh?

Buzz grinds his teeth at first before responding.

Buzzsaw: I guess so.

Matt starts to walk away, but then pauses and turns back.

Bad Ass: It was kinda fun though, right?

Buzzsaw: You could say that. I mean, before I realized it was a paintball... I thought I was literally going to have to kill you.

Bad Ass: Yeah. Rocksalt hurts like a mother fucker...

Both guys look to be pondering their actions over the course of the week before simultaneously blowing up with laughter. Matt pats the side of the car door.

Bad Ass: Well, until the next time our fists and faces meet.

Buzzsaw: Go to hell, Covey.

And with that, the Cadillac cruises off into the Akron, Ohio night air, leaving Matt to pace back to the BMW convertible as the video package fades to black.

DANIELS: "Just... amazing. That Covey is one of a kind."

WATERS: "You can say that again. That match is going to be EPIC."

Suddenly we hear the music of ‘Godzilla’s Theme’ taken from the Nintendo WII game Godzilla Unleashed. As the music plays, Godzilla Sawyer walks from the wrestler’s entrance to a huge cheer. There are still some ‘boos’ in the crowd, but most are appreciative of their hometown star! Sawyer soaks it in, then lifts a microphone to his lips.

Godzilla: “Now see! Here, in the middle of my territory, in the city where I lived, breathed, trained, and wrestled my first matches, is where the real fans are! And I love each and every one of you!”

YEEEEAAAAH!

Godzilla: “Now I can’t stay out here too long, we have a television program to run. But I had to come out and say a few words. I know that some of my recent actions have been less than honorable, but ladies and gentlemen, tonight I promise to follow not just the rules of CZW, but my own rules of conduct! Johnny Kerosene isn’t my enemy, he isn’t out to get me, he’s actually a pretty clean wrestler most of the time himself, and definitely in your good graces. Tonight, I will keep it clean and wrestle a good match, and if Johnny Kerosene beats me, I will be the one raising his hand in victory! He will have earned it!

“But I have one more surprise for you, guys and gals! Tonight, because I am here, and because you are all here...it won’t be Godzilla wrestling tonight. For one night, and one night only...THE WORKING MAN J. A. SAWYER WILL BE RIGHT HERE, IN THIS RING, READY FOR ACTION. ITS TIME TO GO TO WORK!”

With a smile, Godzilla turns and heads to the back as the audience screams their approval.

Jarred: “Well, lets hope he means it. It could be a really good match if he keeps it clean.”

Masters: “I’m more worried about Kerosene getting out of line! I don’t trust him at all.”

Waters: “How do you even function with that brain of yours, William?”

Masters: “My brain works fine, Shawn. I think and say exactly what I want.”

Jarred: “That’s the problem!”

-=- OPENING CONTEST! -=-
"The Living Legend" Big Nasty vs. "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew

ONE NIGHT

8 MEN

1 PRIZE

AUGUST 22, 2010

CHICAGO, ILL

HATEWAVE

2010 MONEY IN THE BANK LADDER MATCH

Rapid fire shots of Tim Timmons, Edward Croft, Waylon Krew, Big Nasty, Shawn Waters, Cage Stryker, Jack Abraham and a wrestler to be named later…..

8 WILL ENTER BUT ONLY ONE WILL WALK AWAY WITH A SHOT AT CZW GOLD….

Daniels: It’s one of the most anticipated matches all year and this years won’t disappoint.

Masters: My money is on Big Nasty, the rest of those losers don’t stand a chance.

Waters: Excuse me! Who the hell are you calling a loser?

Master: Are you telling me you think you have a shot at this? Really? Waters: Yeah I think I have a very good shot at this, why the hell do you think I entered?

Masters: Because they were hard up for competitors and they asked themselves, who is the one idiot we can convince to enter this match, wait, I got it Shawn Waters!!!

Waters: I swear to god I’m going to knock the that English accent out of you with a bitch slap.

Daniels: Gentleman!

Masters: He’s talking to me Waters.

Daniels: I give up, lets head to the ring and Jessica Towers.

Masters: *cough cough* SHUT *cough cough*

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Towers: Welcome to Overdrive!!!!!! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall…..making his way to the ring…..from Washington DC……weighing in tonight at 252lbs…..THIS IS ‘WEED WACKIN’ WAYLON KREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘Fuck The System’ by System of the Down rains out over the arena as Waylon Krew walks out onto the stage carrying his patented weed whacker. The fans go nuts as he pulls the ignition cable and fires it up. He lifts it over his head as he walks to the ring.

Daniels: The CZW fans love Waylon Krew.

Masters: Just goes to show you how stupid these people truly are.

Waters: He has his loyal fans like all of us, it’s just his fans want to see him slice someone’s arm off with that damn weed whacker.

Daniels: And the CZW reps are yelling at him to turn off the weed whacker as he climbs into the ring.

Jessica Towers: And his opponent….from South Beach, Florida…..weighting in tonight at 295lbs…..THIS IS BIG NASTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘Battery’ by Metallica roars from the PA as Big Nasty walks out from behind the curtain. The fans go nuts as he fires up his right hand.

Daniels: A lot of people here think this man is one of the favorites going into Money in the Bank.

Waters: Not everyone Daniels.

Masters: Nasty steps over the top rope….

Daniels: And Waylon acting fast and charges across the ring and drop kicks the left leg of Big Nasty who crotches himself on the top rope.

*DING DING DING

Waters: Waylon knows he has to take the fight to the big man and going after one of his legs is a smart move.

Masters: Well if the man can’t walk he sure as bloody hell won’t be able to climb a damn ladder.

Daniels: Waylon pulling Big Nasty off the top ropes and starts putting the boots to the big man.

Waters: Waylon has been on the other side of a beating from Nasty and Edward Croft the last few weeks and is looking to taking out some revenge on Nasty tonight.

Masters: Well talent wise Krew is not in Big Nasty’s league, he’s a gimmick wrestler.

Daniels: Well this gimmick wrestler pulls Big Nasty up and sends him hard into the corner. He runs in and A BIG SPLASH FROM WAYLON!!!

Waters: It’s been all Krew from the bell.

Masters: From the bell and BEFORE THE BELL THE BLOODY CHEATER!!!

Daniels: Waylon pulls down one of Nasty’s slinglet and the back hand chop echoes through the arena.

CZW Fans: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Daniels: And another chop and another.

CZW Fans: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Waters: Big Nasty’s chest is turning red.

Daniels: Waylon licks the palm of hi hand and goes for another chop but Nasty blocks it and drives a huge knee lift into the gut of Krew.

Masters: That knee lift took the steam right out of Krew.

Daniels: Nasty shoves him into the corner and drives an elbow into Waylon’s chest.

Waters: His size is just something that is hard to train for.

Daniels: Big Nasty pulls Waylon out of the corner and lifts him in up to his hip, he spins and HUGE SIDE WALK SLAM BY BIG NASTY!!!! HE GOES FOR A LAZY PIN ATTEMPT!!!!!!

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Daniels: But Waylon powers up, that pin had no chance.

Masters: Big Nasty was just showing Waylon Krew that he can have his way with him….

Waters: No he’s showing him he has no respect for him.

Masters: Don’t cut me off you damn Aussie.

Daniels: Nasty rips Waylon up and back off his feet, he has him up and drops him into a devastating back breaker.

Waters: Big Nasty drives that point of his knee into the small of Waylon’s back

Daniels: Nasty pulls Krew up and sends him to the ropes AND A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE OF WAYLON KREW!!!!!!

Masters: This is payback for the start of the match, didn’t anyone ever tell Waylon not to wake a sleeping giant?

Waters: Really? That’s the line you are going with, waking a sleeping giant? How the hell do you still have a job?

Daniels: Nasty drops down for a pin and this time hooks a leg….

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Daniels: AND WAYON GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!!

Waters: Nasty looks a bit shocked but the referee is telling him it was only a two count.

Daniels: Waylon rolls towards the ropes but Big Nasty is all over him and steps onto the chest of Waylon Krew with both of those giant feet.

Waters: BN is still a bit pissed about the hummer and he’s now trying to wreck the sternum of Waylon Krew the way Krew wrecked that windshield.

Daniels: The referee is trying to pull Big Nasty off….but Waylon kicks up and hits him square in the groin.

Masters: That damn referee was out of position and missed it

Waters: HE CAUGHT HIM RIGHT IN THE LITTLE NASTY’S!!!!

Daniels: Big Nasty drops to his knees and Waylon slowly gets up, he head butts Nasty who falls back to the mat.

Waters: That is one way to get the big man off his feet.

Masters: Yeah if you support kicking a man in his balls.

Daniels: Waylon on the outside and climbing the ropes, he’s up on the top rope, HE GOES AIRBORN AND LANDS A HUGE TOP ROPE SPLASH ON BIG NASTY!!!!!!!!!

CZW Fans: KREW!!!!! KREW!!!!!! KREW!!!!!!!!!

Waters: But he landed that on that injured sternum!!! Daniels: Waylon grabbing his chest where Big Nasty was standing, but he’s slowly reaching out and drapes his arm over Nasty.

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Daniels: Big Nasty fires a shoulder up.

Masters: That was close, could you imagine if Waylon would have finished….

Daniels: Waylon pulling Nasty to the corner and hops up to the second rope….AND COMES OFF WITH A LEG DROP ARCOSS THE THROAT OF BIG NASTY!!!!!!

Waters: We are seeing a new side to Waylon Krew, who would have known he knew a few wrestling moves?

Masters: Big Nasty rolling out of the ring like the veteran he is to bye some time.

Daniels: But that is right where Waylon likes it and he is quickly out after him. He grabs the head of Big Nasty and slams it down across the guard rail.

Waters: BIG NASTY IS BUSTED OPEN!!!

Daniels: Waylon grabs his head again but Nasty drives up a mule kick out of desperation.

Masters: Well he just evened the score.

Daniels: Big Nasty wipes his face and sees his own blood, he grabs Krew and send him flying into the ring steps.

Waters: Waylon’s knees make first contact and he flips over the steps, that is a great way to blow out a knee.

Masters: Maybe it will be Waylon who won’t be able to walk come Hatewave!!!!

Daniels: Big Nasty picks up a ring side chair and storms over to Krew and slams it down across the face of Waylon.

Waters: Well now it’s a match boys, both men are wearing a crimson mask as the blood runs down the face of Waylon Krew.

Daniels: Big Nasty lifts Waylon Krew to his feet and sends him back into the ring.

Masters: He can’t win the match out there.

Waters: Wow, what insight you are giving us tonight, he can’t win the match on the outside of the ring, what’s next oh great wise one?

Masters: We will see who’s laughing after Hatewave when your ass is in traction.

Daniels: Big Nasty sends Krew into the ropes and he catches him off the rebound in a spine buster!!!!

Waters: Big Nasty is pulling out all the stops here tonight.

Daniels: He goes for a cover……

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Daniels: AND WAYLON JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!

Waters: Look at Nasty, he can’t believe it.

Masters: He can’t believe it, how the hell did he get up?

Waters: A question you are use to right Masters?

Daniels: Big Nasty is hot and he rips Waylon Krew to his feet and fires him hard into the corner. Krew slumps a bit and the referee looks in at him at the same time Nasty comes charging in……

Waters: Waylon drops out of the way…..

Daniels: AND BIG NASTY CRUSHES THE REFEREE!!!!!!

Masters: That’s what he gets for counting so bloody slow!

Daniels: Big Nasty looks down at the carnage as Waylon rolls to his corner, he reaches out for his weed whacker as Big Nasty walks towards him…

Waters: Nasty doesn’t see that Waylon has his toy….

Daniels: Big Nasty grabs Waylon and Waylon spins and drives the butt of that weed whacker into the skull of Big Nasty…

Masters: That damn weapon!!!!

Waters: TIMBER!!!!!! THE BIG MAN IS DOWN!!!!!!

Daniels: Waylon drops the weed whacker and dives on Big Nasty bit there is no referee….

CZW Fans: ONE TWO THREE!!!!!

Masters: Too bad those idiots don’t count.

Daniels: But here comes someone running down to the ring, wait, it’s Edward Croft!!!!

Masters: Big Nasty’s tag team partner.

Daniels: He grabs a chair and hits the ring, he pulls back and SLAMS THAT CHAIR RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF WAYLON KREW!!!!!!!

Waters: This isn’t right.

Daniels: Croft pulls Waylon off and rolls Big Nasty on top and heads over towards the referee.

Waters: It’s not going to end like this….

Daniels: Where are you going, folks Shawn Waters tosses off his head set and is heading towards the ring. He slides into the ring and grabs the chair, Croft turns around AND HE SMASHES IT ACROSS THE HEAD OF EDWARD CROFT!!!!!

Masters: What the bloody hell does he think he’s doing?

Daniels: Croft falls out of the ring and Waters pulls Nasty off Waylon and puts Waylon back on top.

Masters: This isn’t right.

Daniels: But there is still not ref, and wait that’s Jack Abraham, he’s jumped the guard rail and is in the ring….he’s behind Waters who turns around right into a spear!!!

Masters: He calls that the Surge Dampener!!!! And it serves that damn Aussie right!

Daniels: Abraham drops down on Waters and begins to rain down rights and left as Tim Timmons comes running to the ring.

Masters: This is turning into a bloody mess!!!!

Daniels: Timmons hits the ring and grabs the chair, he smashes it down across the crown of Abraham’s head. He grabs Waters and sends him flying out of the ring along with Jack Abraham.

Masters: Timmons has had beef with both Nasty and Krew the last few weeks.

Daniels: And he seems a bit unsure on who to help, but grabs Waylon and lifts him up….CANADIAN DRIVER!!!!!!!!! And he puts Nasty on top of Krew.

Masters: Timmons hasn’t forgotten that Waylon Krew tried to cut him in half with that weed whcker.

Daniels: Timmons walks over to get the ref and oh my god, here comes Cage Stryker!!!!

Masters: Some think that he is the odds on favorite to win Money In The Bank.

Daniels: Stryker pulls Big Nasty off of Waylon and puts Waylon Krew back on top, Timmons has the ref up and tosses him over to make the count…..

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*DING DING DING*

Daniels: It’s over, WAYLON KREW WINS IT!!!!

Masters: There is no god.

Jessica Towers: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH……’WEED WACKIN’ WAYLON KREW!!!!!!!!

Daniels: Cage Stryker and Tim Timmons stair each other down as Cage walks back up the ramp motions at the brief case that hangs over the ring.

Masters: Yes, that’s all fine and dandy, but who the bloody hell is the 8th man in Money In The Bank and when will he be announced?

Daniels: I have been told tonight, but right now Waylon Krew is just realizing he’s won this match as he looks over the carnage in and out of the ring.

Replays of the match show here, including all the other participants in the Money in the Bank's involvement.

Waters stumbles back over to the booth and puts his head set back on.

Waters: Well, I took care of THAT, I did.

Masters: Oh, boy, did you.

Daniels: Well, everyone has gone back to the back now. What a great match, and so much more to come. Up next is the hometown... well, he's no longer a hero, but.... Godzilla Sawyer facing one half of the tag champs in Johnny Kerosene. I --"

The PA floods with the sounds of "Welt" by AM Conspirarcy pumping through the Van Andel Arena. The fans instantly boo the CZW Intercontinental Champion

Daniels: Oh great, here he comes Mike King, Youthful Aggression member and CZW Intercontinental Champion.

Masters: You say that like it is a bad thing.

Waters: For CZW General Manager Theresa Baines, you damn well bet your ass that it is

Daniels: You know he is going to complain and moan about here but whatelse is new. He can bitch about it on The Mike King Show.

There is still no sign of King. He is then show with his girlfriend Amber, Chris Tolwar who is carrying a sign saying that "B.A. is not O.K.." He has his wrestling gear on and a Youthful Aggression shirt. He is flanked with security guards in Riot gear with his posse. King looks annoyed and has a microphone in hand.

Waters: You got to be kidding me. Riot Squad?

Masters: King came prepared.

King is about to speak as his theme ends and he wants to speak but the theme but he cannot because of the boos of the crowd. He nods to Tolwar to show a placard saying "Shut Up Please!" on it. This just incites more boos.

Daniels: That worked.

King puts the microphone to his mouth and speaks.

Mike King: Will you stupid auto working, cereal making stupid militia forming mother fuckers shut the hell up for one minute?

The crowd continues to boo King and he smirks at them.

King: Thank you. Now the last few weeks were bad for me. See four weeks ago Theresa Baines had me give Brian Kirkland his guaranteed rematch. I did but instead of destroying the strong fabric that Youthful Aggression was weaved from into a beautiful straight edge tapestry, we did not let petty problems rip it into pieces and we instead used it to show Theresa that Y.A. is a strong unit, a unit that come Hatewave will obliterate Beautiful Agony in the War Games match.

The crowd interrupts King with a chorus of boos.

Masters: He's right, that will happen at Hatewave.

Waters: Can it Masters.

Tolwar lifts the placard again and it does not do anything to help but King starts again.

King: But then from there Combat Zone Wrestling security didn't do their Goddamn job when Kimo and the members of Beautiful Agony came out and attacked Youthful Aggression and beat us into a pulp. I complained to our esteemed general manager Baines about this and she did not promise anything over the two weeks so while I was Indianapolis for the 18th running of the Brickyard 400 at the famed Indianapolis Motor Speedway, I did not show up at Overdrive that weekend. From that point I realized if I wanted a competent security force, I would need to provide it. And with coming to Michigan, it was the right time to do so. I mean when your most famous city is called the Murder City, let alone me being in the same arena as Beautiful Agony and Kimo Newton, this is for their own good.

So you may ask why I was at the Brickyard? Well I was an invited guest of the Captain himself, Roger Penske, owner of Penske Racing. See Roger and my family go way back and my favorite driver is the driver of his #12 car, Brad Keselowski. I was there to represent Combat Zone Wrestling as a possible sponsor for the third Penske car driven by Sam Hornish Jr. at the moment for next season. I was there and watched from the Pitbox.

The crowd boos King again and Tolwar throws his placard up again.

King: Now Baines you hear me out, you have made an enemy in me before but now it's personal. Because of your negligence with hiring a good security force that would protect the wrestlers from people who should not come out and interrupt things?

As this goes on a fan hops the rail and tries to run at King. One of the guards cuts him off and rushes him backstage. King smirks.

King: Case in point, that stupid mother fucker. I bet you he got laid off a few weeks back and snapped like a Slim Jim.

Tolwar walks over interrupting King.

Chris Tolwar: Dig it!

King smacks Tolwar causing him to drop his placard and his sign.

King: Now Baines you want to give these blood thirsty, audience to gladiator fight in the Roman coliseum their best showing, you don't care if it kills anyone. Kimo nearly kills himself and I and we get nothing for it. You docked my pay that week and when I asked for better security, you balk on the idea. Baines you are a tyrant. Show the sign Tolwar.

Tolwar picks up the sign showing "B.A. is not O.K." King looks at him.

King: Not that one you idiot.

Tolwar turns the sign around to show "Baines is a pain."

King: You see that? That sign says it all. Our general manager here in the Combat Zone, Theresa Baines is a pain in my ass and what I know eventually everyone else will know. She brought back Mortius from oblivion into a world title shot at HateWave in the Fatal Four Way, she gave Kimo another shot at my CZW Intercontinental Title at HateWave and she has allowed El Pablo to referee the X Division title match last Overdrive which Ryan Shane lost his title to Sam Attic, a partner of mine this week. Had Pablo not been the referee, Ryan Shane would still be the CZW X Division Champion today

Instead Baines allowed everything. She allowed Kimo to get a shot at my CZW Intercontinental title, Mortius to have his job back and gave him a CZW World title shot, a War Games match, a Scaffold match and an X Division title match that shouldn't be. What's next, the CZW Intercontinental title match being an Greenhouse match? I bet you fans would like that...

The fans cheer.

Daniels: I would

Waters: Me too, I want to see Kimo shut up King by driving him through glass.

King: But it's not going to happen. You see Theresa Baines should listen to stock holders, the board of directors and Derek Damage, not pissants peasants like you fans here in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I saw your rapids and I've seen better on kiddie rides at Michigan Adventure. See how Baines can listen to that guy who looks like he was fathered by Larry The Cable Guy and Rosanne and has sex with his sister and his family's pet goat, that woman who pimps out her own 13 year old for crack money, this fa**ot in an Affliction shirt he got at Sam's Club thanks to a friend who let him in because he doesn't have a job and this dopey mother fucker who can't stop eating cookies in his damn bed.

King points at Tolwar and the crowd boos. Drinks are being pelted towards King, Amber, Tolwar and the security guards.

Daniels: My God, can he say that on television?

Masters: He just did, my virgin ears...

Waters: That's just because your boyfriend won't give you ear sex. You should try it.

King is getting pelted by the drinks.

King: Fine you win, I'm out of this hell hole.

King walks off stage. Amber and Tolwar are in tow and the riot squad follow King out while the fans boo him.

Daniels: What does that mean for the main event? And isn't he supposed to be a lumberjack?

Waters: Who knows, good riddance if he doesn't come back though. He should be suspended for what he said tonight. That was repulsive.

Masters: But it was true. Say what you want, all that he said was true.

-=- HOMETOWN AGAINST "FOREIGNER!" -=-
Godzilla Sawyer vs. "CZW's Resident Rock Star" Johnny Kerosene

Jessica: “The following contest is a standard CZW rules match. Our first competitor, hailing from Bristol, England and weighing 198 lbs, he is one-half of the current CZW Tag Team Champions...Johnny KEROSEEEEEENE!”

Johnny comes out of the wrestlers entrance hot, moving from one side of the aisle to another, shaking and hi-fiving every hand he can.

Jarred: “Kerosene is pretty pumped tonight! He wants as much momentum going into Hatewave as he can.”

Masters: “You think Sawyer doesn’t want that same momentum, Jarred?”

Jessica: “And his opponent, hailing from right here in Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighing 275 lbs, he is a top contender for the CZW heavyweight championship. For one night only he is back appearing as...The Working Man J. A. SAWYERRRRRR!”

And here comes Sawyer. He doesn’t move as fast as Johnny but he still responds to the fans. Although there are some boos, most of the crowd is firmly behind the man once again dressed in his work uniform, hardhat, and work boots! He makes a once-around the ring shaking hands before joining Kerosene in the ring. In the ring, Sawyer offers a hand and Kerosene is suspicious, but at the urging of the fans, Johnny accepts and J. A. shakes his hand without incident. Jessica leaves the ring and the bell rings, the match underway.

They meet in the middle, a collar-and-elbow tie up. Sawyer almost immediately pulls Johnny’s head into a side headlock and really cranks it in!

Masters: “You see that stance! Sawyer has his legs spread and is really leaning into the lock! Its not just those powerful arms squeezing, but its all that weight bearing Kerosene down! Sawyer knows this works well against someone taller than he is!”

For long seconds Kerosene is trapped looking for a way out. With a huge grunt and a shove, Kerosene sends Sawyer into the ropes, but when J. A. rebounds and slams into Johnny, it’s the lighter man that hits the mat. The Working Man is in the ropes but jumps over the prone Johnny. Kerosene hops to his feet and then leapfrogs Sawyer as he ducks under. Sawyer is off the ropes again going for a clothesline, but Kerosene sees him coming and reverses into an arm drag! Sawyer is up but runs right into a second arm drag! He’s up again but Johnny steps forward and hop tosses the heavier wrestler back to the mat! Kerosene plays to the crowd for a moment as Sawyer rises more slowly, regarding the young man. Sawyer grins and applauds before the two wrestlers meet again in the middle.

Jarred: “Another collar and elbow, with Kerosene taking an arm...three arm wringers have Sawyer grabbing his shoulder even as Kerosene goes behind with a hammerlock! Sawyer is looking for a way out here...he actually reverses and applies his own hammerlock!”

Masters: “What do you mean, ‘actually’? Sawyer may be strong, but he’s an accomplished scientific wrestler as well. In fact, knowing that at his size he can’t outpower the big guys, he relies more on his wrestling acumen in most matches!”

Waters: “But he’s had difficulties before with lighter, quicker guys. Johnny may be taller than Sawyer, but he’s very light and fast!”

Kerosene is the one looking for an exit now, and he neatly uses the same move as Sawyer, ducking under and reversing the hammerlock. The Working Man doesn’t pause, instead reaching up, grabbing John’s head in one hand, kneeling down, and snap-maring Kerosene over! Once Johnny is in a seated position, Sawyer wraps his meaty arm around into a chinlock, again bearing down and cinching the move in. Johnny is stuck for a moment, but then he slowly turns to the side, getting his knees under him, then getting one leg up. Once kneeling, he drives his elbow into Sawyer’s middle three times, the third forcing Sawyer to let go. He’s off the ropes...

Jarred: “Dropkick! Flawless execution by Kerosene and Sawyer is staggered, but he doesn’t fall! Johnny is up, hits the ropes again...”

Waters: “Dropkick! Sawyer is STILL not down but he stumbles back. Kerosene is up, backs Sawyer into the ropes, whips him across the ring...”

Jarred: “Dropkick!”

Masters: “Missed! Sawyer grabbed the ropes and didn’t rebound, so Kerosene connected with nothing! Sawyer is hitting the ropes and he’s going for an elbow drop...”

Waters: “But Johnny rolls out of the way! Again, there is that quickness that has made he and his partner Brian Blaze so effective as the tag team champions! Not only did Kerosene have the presence of mind to roll away, but he’s on his feet quicker than Sawyer, leaving him an opportunity to attack! Sawyer is just getting up...”

Masters: “Watch out, Zilla!”

Jarred: “Kerosene hits the still bent over Sawyer with a swinging neckbreaker! Kerosene is really taking it to the Heavyweight contender! And now he’s going to the top...Corkscrew Splash! He twists in the air and lands right on his opponent! And Johnny Kerosene is going for a pin!”

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Jarred: “NO! Sawyer kicks out even as the ref counted 2!”

Waters: “Kerosene is not backing off, though, grabbing hold of Sawyer’s legs...legdrop right into Sawyer’s nether regions! That had to hurt even as Kerosene is getting to his feet! Johnny is helping Sawyer up, but then snap-mares him over...and dropkicks J. A. in the back of the head! This can NOT be the match Sawyer had in mind in front of his home town audience!”

Masters: “Don’t count Godzilla...I mean, The Working Man, out yet! He’s clever and tough!”

Jarred: “And he just received a standing moonsault from Kerosene...who is going for another pin!”

ONE...

KICKOUT!

Sawyer is a little stronger and faster that time, and rolls into a kneeling position. Kerosene grabs him and pulls him fully to his feet, but Sawyer brings a big knee up into Johnny’s midsection! Twice and a third time the knee smashes into Kerosene’s abs. Johnny bent over, Sawyer follows with three huge forearm smashes to his back, then lifts his opponent up and slams him down. With a signal to his fans, he hits the elbow drop and gets a cheer for his efforts. He backs up and jumps forward...legdrop!

Masters: “Now Sawyer’s going to lay it on! He’s off the ropes...big splash!”

Jarred: “Missed! Kerosene moved out of the way, knowing that was going to hurt a lot!”

Waters: “Both men are down but starting to recover. Sawyer is up on his feet a little more quickly...and drives the toes of his boot into Johnny’s chest! Johnny falls to his hands and knees and Sawyer gives him a boot to the head!”

Jarred: “Wait a minute. Those don’t look like the work boots Sawyer used to wear. Can we get a close up of those?”

The camera zooms in to the boots in question.

Jarred: “Those are hard-soled boots, not the flat soles he used to wear! And the toe area, do you see how it is thicker than the other parts? That’s a steel-toe boot!”

Waters: “No wonder Johnny hit the mat so hard!”

Masters: “No, you are both wrong. Sawyer is just that powerful. You guys are conspiracy theorists. You probably still think the Kennedy Assassination was a conspiracy, too.”

Jarred: “Didn’t a government investigation in the seventies reveal at least that there was a conspiracy involved in that?”

Masters: “See?”

Sawyer doesn’t seem to notice that there are more jeers coming from the audience now.

In the ring, Sawyer is standing Kerosene up and nails him with a huge head butt, but holds on and doesn’t allow Johnny to fall. He rears back and head butts again, this time letting him hit the mat. Godzilla signals the audience to a much weaker response than before, and then hits a falling head butt on his fallen opponent. He stands, crosses to Johnny’s other side and hits a second falling head butt. Finally, Sawyer goes to the outside and begins to climb the ropes. The audience is beginning to become loud, and even some of those unsure of Sawyer’s motives want to see him fly!

Jarred: “Sawyer is going so slow, and he’s trying to get the fans more involved. He’s on the top now but I think Johnny saw him.”

Masters: “Kerosene is up! He’s across the ring and grabs Sawyer...he pushes Sawyer off and The Working Man plummets off the top turnbuckle all the way down to ringside! This in incredible! Sawyer is trying to stand, but Johnny is climbing to the top rope himself! He’s off with a suicide plancha to ringside!”

Waters: “That one hurt both of them, though. They are both slow to rise but Sawyer seems to be up first. He’s limping a bit as he grabs Kerosene and whips him toward the ring post...but Johnny reverses and whips Sawyer into the ringside barrier! Kerosene follows this quickly with a side-Russian-Leg-Sweep while still at ringside! Kerosene is building momentum as he brings Sawyer up again, but Sawyer has something. What is he hiding? Johnny grabs him...”

Jarred: “His hardhat! He just smashed his helmet into Johnny’s gut!”

Masters: “I didn’t see a helmet! Sawyer just gave him a solid punch.”

Jarred: “Open your eyes, William!”

Sawyer rolls his opponent in the ring, again not noticing that the cheers have weakened even further. Once inside, Sawyer whips Kerosene into the corner and follows in for an avalanche, but Johnny still gets out of the way! He turns The Working Man and pushes him back into the corner and step up to the 2nd rope and begins raining punches down!

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Jarred: “The fans were counting with Kerosene, but Johnny is backing up and signalling...I think he’s Going to Eleven...”

POW! Johnny nails the superkick! Sawyer is slumped in the corner!

Waters: “The fans seem to be getting behind Johnny more than Sawyer at this point. Sawyer stumbles out of the corner and Kerosene is going to the top rope again. He does a back flip as Sawyer turns toward him...”

Masters: “YES!!! Sawyer caught him! That shows some real strength! Sawyer has Johnny in position for a running powerslam! He slams him down...”

Jarred: “But Johnny holds on! I don’t believe this! Johnny wrapped his arms as far around Sawyer as he could, grabbed hold of his work shirt, and when Sawyer went for the slam, Kerosene held on and placed his feet on the mat to keep from being slammed! Sawyer is struggling to not fall over.”

Waters: “The Working Man is crouching down, using all of his strength, and picking Kerosene back up. Sawyer stands up straight and has Johnny almost in a Tombstone Piledriver position. But Kerosene is up a bit too high...Johnny just wrapped one arm around Sawyer’s head and now he’s kicking his legs forward, behind Sawyer...”

Jarred: “The Working Man loses his balance, slamming down on his back with Kerosene’s weight on top! Johnny grabs a leg!”

ONE...

NO!

Jarred: “Sawyer just raked Johnny’s eyes to break the pin! Sawyer is really stepping over the line. What happened to the clean match he promised his hometown fans?”

Masters: “Listen to them! They are ‘booing’ their hero! These jerks are turning on him, so why does he owe them anything?”

Sawyer is kneeling, hunched over trying to regain his senses, but Johnny is recovering more quickly, up on his feet and rallying the fans...and they are beginning to chant!”

Audience: “KER-O-SENE, KER-O-SENE-, KER-O-SENE!”

Waters: “Kerosene is getting pumped up and moves toward Sawyer...he grabs Sawyer and drags the big man to his feet...”

Jarred: “AND SAWYER THROWS A FIREBALL RIGHT INTO JOHNNY’S FACE!!!”

Audience: “BOOOOOOOO!”

Waters: “Kerosene is on one knee, and Sawyer drives that steel-toe boot right into Johnny’s head!”

Masters: “ And Sawyer with the pin!”

Jarred: “He’s grabbing Johnny’s tights!”

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Jessica Towers: “Your winner, The Working Man J. A. Sawyer!”

‘Blue Collar Man’ by STYX begins to play as Sawyer begins to celebrate, but when he looks for the approval of the audience, he gets a huge jeer from almost everyone in the audience. Now he notices the change, and is wondering what is going on.

Jarred: “And several fans are throwing empty cups and trash into the ring at Sawyer, who is just staring and asking why. “

In the ring, Sawyer is starting to get angry, and he’s pointing at the audience and shouting.

Sawyer: “I’m the best thing ever happened to any of you! Look at everything I’ve done! You think I need your cheers? You think I can’t get the championship without you on my side? You all can just KISS MY ASS!”

Jarred: “And Sawyer is even presenting his rear at the audience and slapping it! I can’t believe what is happening!”

Waters: But Johnny Kerosene hasn’t left ringside yet, and he can’t believe it either. He’s walking over to Sawyer asking what is wrong. Sawyer is livid...and grabs Kerosene by the throat! He’s backing the lighter man up...but Kerosene blasts Sawyer with several right hands to the jaw! One...two...three..four...five...and Kerosene is off the ropes and Dropkicks SAWYER OVER THE TOP ROPE!”

Jarred: “With fans still throwing their garbage at him, Sawyer is retreating while his opponent, Johnny Kerosene, is still in the ring with Sawyer’s own fans cheering him instead.”

Masters: “Grand Rapids must be one of the most worthless cities in America. This is just dreadful.”

***

CZW Overdrive comes back with a shot of the ring. Inside the ring is a table with a red tablecloth laid out on top of the table. There are two chairs on opposite sides of the table.

Daniels: Welcome back to Overdrive folks! By the looks of things, I would guess that the contract signing between Krimzon Blaze and Television Champ Rob Wright. Before we get to that, let's go back and take a look at the events that took place between these two on the last episode of Overdrive.

A video package airs beginning with the shove match that took place at the start of the tag match last week. The next clip is when Rob Wright had Matt Covey set up for the Wright Flight, but instead chose to hit his finisher on Krimzon Blaze. The final clip is when JoJo McKenzie was browbeating Krimzon Blaze, which resulted in JoJo getting a Kode of Silence. After the video, the camera cuts back to the announcers table.

Masters: Now that was totally uncalled for, all he was doing was telling Blaze that he should've been there for his client.

Daniels: Telling him? He was yelling at Krimzon Blaze!

Waters: If you ask me, McKenzie got what he deserved! He's a manager and he belongs on the outside of the ring, not on the inside.

Masters: I still say it was uncalled for!

The camera cuts to Jessica Towers, who is standing in the ring.

Waters: Unbelievable!

Towers: Ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome the General Manager of Overdrive, Theresa Baines.

"Diamond Eyes" by The Deftones begins to play throughout the arena. Baines comes walking through the curtain, and the crowd immediately begins to cheer. She is dressed in a gray business suit made for women. She has most of her hair draped over her shoulder, with the rest pulled back in a ponytail. In her hand she is carrying the contract for the Television Title Match at Hatewave. She casually makes her way down the aisle. Shaking hands with fans on her way. She walks up the stairs ringside and enters the ring. She grabs the microphone from Jessica Towers. Towers exits the ring. Baines walks to the center of the ring, and raises the microphone to her mouth.

Baines: How's everyone enjoying the show? (The crowd cheers) As you can probably tell, Up next is the official contract signing for the CZW Television Title Match at Hatewave between the challenger Krimzon Blaze, and the champion Rob Wright. The first man I'd like to bring out is the TV Champion, Rob Wright.

Just then "In The End" by Linkin Park starts to play. Out from the back comes JoJo McKenzie, wearing his usual baseball cap and trusty whistle. He has a bandage covering his nose courtesy of the Kode of Silence. Trailing behind JoJo is Rob Wright, wearing a pair of blue denim shorts and the new Rob Wright "Mr. C-Z-W" t-shirt. Rob has the TV Title wrapped around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his arms in the air and points to himself with his thumbs. This causes a sea of boos from the crowd.

Daniels: The crowd is letting the champ know how the feel, and you can rest assured that Rob doesn't care what they think!

Masters: This man is a champion! He should be treated with respect!

Rob and JoJo make their way down to the ring. Telling the fans how great Rob is on the way. Rob rolls into the ring and walks over to the corner. He hops up on the second rope and points to himself, as JoJo goes crazy with his whistle. Rob jumps down off the second rope and the music stops playing. Rob takes a seat in one of the chairs, with JoJo standing behind the chair.

Baines: And next his opponent for Hatewave, "The Motor City Mexican" KRIMZON BLAZE!

"Headstrong" by Trapt fills the airwaves causing everyone to stand up and start cheering, and just as the roar of the crowd is high enough, "The Motor City Mexican" Krimzon Blaze appears on the stage where he does a pose signaling for pyro as it then spurts in green and black colors reminiscent of Team XTC, KB then starts walking down the aisle slapping hands with adoring fans, even giving a few autographs in quick fashion. KB then gingerly walks up the ringside steps as Rob and Theresa stand awaiting, as "Headstrong" dies down and KB picks up a microphone off the table where they then sit down.

Theresa: Good, now that the challenger and champion are here, lets begin shall we? First off... Krimzon, as the challenger to Rob Wright's Television Title, you have the privilege of signing first.

Rob immediately cuts in just as Theresa was sliding the contract to KB.

Rob: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on a minute!

The crowd fill the arena with boos as JoJo tries to get them to be quiet.

Rob: As CZW's TV Champion, I should be the one to sign first.

Theresa: Well, I don't see why that's a problem... Alright Rob, you sign first then.

Theresa then picks up the contract that was nearest KB before sliding it in front of Rob who looks up at KB, grins, then signs his name to his portion of the contract as he then looks up at KB another time.

Rob: This is the beginning of the end for you Blaze. I was looking forward to this contract signing just to tell you that. At Hatewave...not only am I gonna defeat you, I am gonna end your career!!

The crowd boos once more given the recent course of events that followed.

Daniels: I really hope that Blaze takes that championship from him!!

Masters: Eh, I wouldn't mind that, but I prefer Rob!

Waters: I would prefer MYSELF as Television Champion!

Theresa: Well, now that Rob has signed his portion, Krimzon, its now your turn.

Theresa slides the contract over to KB as the fans in attendance cheer him as he finally gets to say his piece.

KB: Through all the talk, all the misfortunes of being a "bed-fellow" in a tag-team match with you Rob, I hope that you are ready come Hatewave III, because, and I'll tell you this... I'm sick and tired of being backstabbed... Tell me something Rob, you could of EASILY won the match last week by hitting your patented Wright Flight onto Matt Covey, but yet, you chose to hit it on ME causing us to lose... I have to ask, Why?

Rob: That's easy. Just to show you that all it takes is one Wright Flight and you're all done! Nothing personal Blaze, but when I see an opportunity...I capitalize on it. Just like when I beat Mike Monroe for my Television Title.

The crowd boos as KB signs the contract not having his eyes taken off Rob for an instant!

Theresa: Well! The match is now official! Rob Wright will be defending his World Television Championship against The Motor City Mexican Krimzon Blaze!

Theresa then collects the contract and makes her way out of the ring as KB and Rob haven't stopped eyeing each other. KB then overturns the table allowing Rob the advantage of getting KB up into the Wright Stuff!

Waters: I knew this was gonna happen!

Daniels: Is he gonna hit it?!

Masters: HIT IT ROB! DO IT NOW!

Wright looks like he's about to hit the Wright Stuff, but KB reverses somehow, and then lifts Rob into the Kode of Silence!!!

BAM!!!!!!!! KRIMZON BLAZE CONNECTS FLUSH ON ROB WRIGHT'S JAW WITH THE KODE OF SILENCE!!!!!!

The crowd cheers with delight as Rob gets pummeled with a Kode of Silence. JoJo hightails it out of the ring and gets Rob out of the ring as KB then picks the microphone back up as Rob and JoJo look on in disgust.

KB: Rob Wright... You might've felt a Kode tonight, but you're sure as HELL getting alot more then you bargained for... At Hatewave III, I will bring _ALL_ my tricks of the trade and I will be walking out the NEW World Television Champion, and that my friends is where we end this all too familiar contract signing... Basically this means...

Rob Wright... THE KODE OF SILENCE...

The crowd all yell in unison "HAS CHOSEN YOU!!!!!!"

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-=- DRUNKEN BAD ASS FIGHTS SOBER CURSE! -=-
"Bad Ass" Matt Covey vs. "The sXe Curse" Ryan Shane

"I Never Wanted" by As I Lay Dying hits the soundsystem, and a few moments pass before Ryan Shane steps out onto the stage. However, while he certainly looks a little less miserable than he has done in recent months, his apparent "re-birth" appears to have done little to change the opinions of the CZW fans, whose reaction to his arrival is "frosty" at best.

TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.. weighing in at 245lbs.. he is "The Straight Edge Curse".. RYANNNNN SHANNNNNE!!!!!

Shane poses atop the ramp, apparently brimming with confidence despite losing the X-Championship two weeks ago. He strolls down the ramp and into the ring, then walks over to Towers, requesting to be given the microphone.

SHANE: Jessica! Lovely to see you, as always.. you're doing a great job. HOWEVER.. I'm afraid you made a bit of a mistake when you introduced me back there. You see.. no longer am I to be known as "The Straight Edge Curse".. no no... From now on, you shall refer to me as "THE CULT OF PERSONALITAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ..I thank you!

Shane tosses the microphone back to Towers, then steps towards one of the back corners of the ring, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. His music fades, and a few moments pass before "Sonne" by Rammstein hits, sending the crowd into raptures.

TOWERS: And his opponent.. from wherever he damn well pleases.. weighing in at 225lbs.. "BAD.. ASS".. MATT.. COVEYYYYY!!!!!

Covey steps out onto the stage, a beer can in hand. He cracks it open, and raises it to the crowd.. then in the direction of Ryan Shane, before putting it to his lips and sinking the entire contents in one go.

DANIELS: As you might expect, Covey here looking to antagonise the straight-edge Ryan Shane.. these two men really could not be any more different, both in terms of wrestling style and general lifestyle!

Covey crushes the empty can against his forehead, then tosses it into the crowd. He starts walking down the ramp.. when suddenly, his music cuts, to be replaced by "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley.

DANIELS: Well what the hell is this now?

MASTERS: Is this that bloody Eddie Rowan pissing about again?

Covey turns round to look at the CombatTron, a mixture of anger and confusion on his face as he watches Astley prance around on the big screen. He turns back towards the ring, where Shane is doubled over with laughter, looking very pleased with himself.

WATERS: No.. I'm guessing Ryan Shane had something to do with this one. Is Rick Rolling still funny?

DANIELS: Well, Shane certainly seems to think so.. I'm not sure that Covey does though, staring daggers at "The Cult of Personality" as he steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Covey steps up to Shane, the former X-Champ still trying to contain his laughter as Covey questions him on his reasoning behind this little "prank". Shane responds with a jovial shove to the shoulder.. and Covey promptly cracks him in the jaw with a right hook, dropping Shane to the mat.

DING DING DING!

DANIELS: OH! And we are underway here!

Shane rolls up to his knees, but before he can get to his feet, Covey charges in with a knee to the chest. Shane hits the mat again, and Covey drops down on him, punching him repeatedly in the head and face. This continues for a few seconds, before Covey hauls Shane up and whips him off the ropes. Shane rebounds, and Covey catches him with a knee to the gut, flipping Shane over and onto the mat once more.

DANIELS: BIG knee there to the midsection, Covey starting this match with a great deal of intensity, not giving Shane a second to even think!

Covey hauls Shane up again, and leads him over to the turnbuckle. He goes to slam his head against it, but Shane blocks it, placing his arms hard against the ring ropes. Covey tries again, but with the same result. He goes to try again, but this time Shane swings an elbow back, catching Covey in the face. Covey stumbles backwards, and Shane leaps up onto the second rope, facing into the ring. He leaps off with a double axe-handle.. but Covey catches him with a hard boot to the gut. Shane doubles over, and Covey grabs him by the head and tights, spinning round and launching him full-tilt into the turnbuckle.

DANIELS: OHHHH! Ryan Shane.. shoulder-first!

MASTERS: That's gonna hurt in the morning!

Covey checks his nose and teeth briefly for any damage inflicted by Shane's elbow. He then peels Shane off the turnbuckle, and finally manages to successfully ram his head into the top padding. He then spins him round, and begins pummelling him with body blows.. followed by a big fist to the head again, causing a groggy Shane to slump to a sitting position. Covey backs up into the centre of the ring.. then charges forward, nailing Shane with a running facewash.

MASTERS: Not his face!!!

Covey pauses for a moment, looking out at the baying mob that surrounds the ring, a satisfied smirk on his face. He then hauls Shane up once more, and goes for a hip toss out of the corner.. but Shane somehow lands on his feet! He turns round.. and is almost beheaded by a clothesline!

DANIELS: BAH GAWD! What a clothesline! And Covey now makes the cover!

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WATERS: Too soon!

Covey picks Shane to his feet yet again, and whips him off the ropes. However, Shane drops to the mat, sliding under the bottom rope and out of the ring. He leans back against the barricade, desperately trying to compose himself and shake off his beating.

DANIELS: Quick thinking there by Shane, trying to find the opportunity to get his breath back and try and figure out a way into this contest!

Covey is not willing to afford Shane that luxury, however, as he quickly climbs out of the ring in pursuit. He steps up to Shane, who quickly throws up a leg, catching Covey in the stomach. Shane then starts clubbing Covey across the shoulderblades, and whips him across ringside towards the steps.. but Covey reverses, sending Shane hurtling towards the steel! Right at the last second, though, Shane manages to leap up, grabbing hold of the turnbuckle and swinging himself through the ropes and back into the ring.

MASTERS: Beautiful!

DANIELS: That was amazing, I'll give him that! Great foresight and ingenuity there by Ryan Shane, managing to avoid a devestating collision and get himself back into the ring!

Shane stands still for a moment, looking a little surprised himself that he managed to pull that off. However, he quickly snaps himself out of it, charging over and putting the boots to Covey as he attempts to re-enter the ring. He then drops to his knees, grabbing Covey round the throat and attempting to choke him. Covey thrashes about, as the referee remonstrates with Shane, asking him to release his grip. With no disqualifications, this appears to be a pretty futile gesture, although Shane eventually does let go, if only to hit Covey with an elbow drop to the chest.

DANIELS: And now it's Shane who appears to have the upper hand!

Shane gets to his feet, and backs up a little as he watches Covey crawl over to the corner. Covey starts to pull himself up, but before he can stand completely, Shane charges over, hitting him with a knee to the side of the head.

DANIELS: The Kill Shot! That'll put you out right there!

With Covey reeling, Shane grabs him by the head and drags him out of the corner slightly. He tucks his head between his legs, and lifts him up, throwing him powerbomb-style against the turnbuckle. Covey crumples to the floor, and Shane backs up again, pausing for a moment before sliding in and nailing him in the face with an elbow.

DANIELS: The Sliding D! Covey must SURELY be out of it now!

In the hope that that is the case, Shane drags Covey out of the corner, and makes his first pin attempt of the match..

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WATERS: I guess not!

Shane shoos the referee out of the way, then spins Covey around to be side-on from the turnbuckle. He then steps over him, and hops up onto the second rope, springing up onto the top and executing the "Double Affliction".

DANIELS: Beautiful move by Shane! Another cover!

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DANIELS: NO! Bah gawd I thought he had it! I thought he had it!

MASTERS: He should've had it! It was a slow count AGAIN! Why do these referees all hate Ryan Shane so much!?

Shane pleads with the referee to register the three-count, but to no avail. He then hauls Covey back up and leads him into the centre of the ring, pausing for a moment before hitting "A Shot In The Dark", his version of the Pepsi Twist. Another cover..

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Shane is now getting noticeably frustrated, slamming the canvas before getting to his feet again. He stomps down on Covey a couple of times, then hits the ropes, rebounding with a running Shooting Star Press.. but Covey rolls out of the way!

DANIELS: Nobody there!

Shane bounces off the canvas, and staggers back to his feet, clutching his ribs. He turns round, and Covey surprises him with a kick to the gut, before twisting and driving him down to the mat with a devestating vertebreaker. Shane crumples motionless to the canvas, but Covey has had too much taken out of him to capitalise, both men now lying still on the canvas.

WATERS: Both men down, the first person to move has a clear advantage here.. but I'd be VERY surprised if it's Shane, that was a HORRIFIC landing!

The referee checks out both men, and thinks about making a count.. but Covey soons starts to stir, eventually dragging himself over towards the still-motionless Ryan Shane. He drapes an arm over him..

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MASTERS: YES! Shane is still alive!!!

The crowd howls in disapproval, as Covey rolls onto his back, grimacing at yet another near-fall. The action pauses for a few moments, before both men slowly start to get to their feet. As soon as they get upright, they start trading punches, with Covey quickly getting the upperhand.

DANIELS: Shane's never gonna beat Covey in a straight fist-fight!

Shane is forced back against the ropes, and Covey keeps up his assault for a few moments before whipping Shane across the ring. Shane rebounds, and ducks a clothesline attempt. He hits the ropes on the other side, and this time rolls back over Covey's spine, as "Bad Ass" lowers his head. Shane lands on his feet, and as Covey turns, he leaps up, nailing him with an enziguri. Covey crumples to the mat, and Shane heads over to the corner, stepping through the ropes and ascending the turnbuckle.

WATERS: Shane's going big!

DANIELS: He could be looking for "Bite The Curb"!

MASTERS: You mean "Bite The F**KING Curb".

DANIELS: Well.. yes.

WATERS: You can swear, Jarred.. Christ, this ain't the Disney Channel!

Shane stalks Covey from the top, as he slowly gets to his knees..

DANIELS: Here we go! BITE THE FU- NO! Covey rolls out of the way again!

WATERS: But Shane lands on his feet.. hold on.. watch out!

Shane turns round..

DANIELS: SPEAR!!!

MASTERS: NO!!!

Shane's head SLAMS into the canvas, knocking him completely for six. Covey slowly climbs back to his feet.. but does not immediately go for the pin. Instead, he hauls Shane back to his feet, and drapes him over his shoulders.

DANIELS: HERE WE GO!

Covey pushes Shane up.. but Shane somehow manages to twist, turning the move into a small package!

DANIELS: Blow It Out Your.. WAIT! SHANE! SMALL PACKAGE!

The referee counts..

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DING DING DING!

DANIELS: Wha.. Wait a second! SHANE WINS! BAH GAWD! SHANE WINS!!!

MASTERS: YESSSSS!!!!!

TOWERS: The winner of this match.. RYANNNNN SHANNNNNE!!!!! "I Never Wanted" returns to the soundsystem, as Shane promptly rolls out of the ring, leaning against the barricade. He looks almost shocked as he looks up at Covey in the ring, who also can't appear to believe it.

DANIELS: It looked like Ryan Shane was dead and buried.. but somehow, some way, he managed to pull out a victory!

WATERS: Matt Covey can't believe it! What a way to come back from losing your title belt just one show ago!

After a few moments, the cocky smirk returns to Shane's face, as he gets back to his feet and raises his arms in victory, taking the opportunity to gloat a little to Matt Covey. His bravado appears to fade slightly when Covey crawls towards the ropes, Shane leaping back and retreating towards the ramp, but once he's a safe distance away, he continues his taunting, making his way backwards up the ramp towards the back. Covey watches him retreat towards the curtain, before rolling out of the ring himself, visibly looking frustrated at the loss. He starts making his way up the ramp, when suddenly.. "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits the soundsystem.

DANIELS: What the hell is THIS now!?

Covey looks up at the stage with a cocked eyebrow, as TJ Hix steps out onto the stage, dressed in his usual snappy suit and tie.

WATERS: It's TJ Hix! But why is he out here now? What does he want with Covey!?

Covey stands still on the ramp, hands on hips, as Hix stares right back down at him from the edge of the stage. After a tense few seconds, Hix gestures for Covey to approach him.. a request which Covey duly fulfills, continuing his walk up the ramp. He steps onto the stage.. and Hix places an arm around his shoulder, offering a few words in Covey's ear as the two turn and head through the curtain to the back.

DANIELS: Well.. I guess we're not gonna get any answers at this time, but it certainly looks as though something may be brewing between The F'N Boss and the Bad Ass!

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Shawn Waters: Hey…is that…

Jarred Daniels: Sirena Starr has just got in the ring. We haven’t heard from her sense that awful assault by Fiscus a few months back.

William Masters: Yeah…but her boy toy made his…unfortunate return two weeks ago…and stole Alex Kaelin’s spot in Money in the Bank.

Daniels: He didn’t steal it. Alex unfortunately had to pull out of it leaving an empty spot…because our friend Mr. Waters here…proved to be the mystery competitor.

Waters: Guilty as charged. Now hush…the hot blonde’s got somethin to say.

Masters: …yay…

Sirena Starr: HELLO GRAND RAPIDS!!!

*cheap pops…don’t ya love em* Sirena smiles and waves at the fans before talking again.

Starr: Before I introduce my guest tonight…I just want to thank all the fans out there who supported me and their well wishes for a speedy recovery. Now…without further adieu…put your hands together for…

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‘Cryin Like a Bitch’ hit’s the PA as Cage Stryker steps out onto the stage. He flips his hood and appeals to the audience as the cheers erupt. He smirks as he passes by giving high fives to the fans until he rolls into the ring where both him and Sirena embrace like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years. Sirena hands him the mic before kissing him and rolling out of the ring.

Cage Stryker: Man is it great to be back!!

Cage awaits the cheers to simmer down.

Stryker: But not only did I come back…but I came back just in time for the grandest stage of then all in CZW…HATEWAVE!!

Again Cage waits for the fans to quiet down before continuing on.

Stryker: Let’s see…got my ass handed to me at the first Hatewave…lost the TV title actually. And then my second Hatewave…I handed Ronnie McNeil’s ass back to him as I successfully defended the CZW World Heavyweight Title. And now…Hatewave number 3...I fight for an automatic title shot to anything of my choosing…whenever the mood strikes me. But for now…I’m just gonna sit back and observe my competition…cause in all truth…so many faces have changed since I last grazed my presence to the CZW. Now Shawno…I’m no stranger to you hommes…lets give em hell once more my aussie brethren. I know this though…Hatewave number 3...will go down in history…there’s gonna be so many surprises…so many firsts…all in all Ms. Baines…you’re puttin together one hell of a show. I mean, did you see that little preview earlier during Krew versus Nasty? Wow!

The crowd goes wild.

Stryker: Now, the question everybody keeps askin…Mr. Stryker…Mr. Stryker…if you win the case…who are you going to cash it in on. And you know…it’s no secret…if Alan has the World title…it’s gonna be on him. But I’m not being greedy…cause if he holds any title…I’m still cashin it in on him…hell…I may turn around and cash it on him before he even makes it to his match at Hatewave. Talk about poetic justice…but if he’s not the World champ at the end of Hatewave…I’m not sure who I’d cash it in on…or for what title. Alan…is just a definite. Now…if you all will excuse me…I have some observing to do. Deuces.

Cage leaves the ring to a chorus of cheers.

-=- EACH MAN'S PPV TUNE UP MATCH! -=-
"The Shadow of CZW" Mortius vs. "The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Akron, Ohio, ‘the Hardcore Icon,’ BUZZSAW!!”

“Dead Bodies Everywhere” plays and the CZW Ultraviolent champion makes his way to the ring, his belt around his waist and his kendo stick in hand. Buzzsaw stalks towards the ring with a purpose, seeming to simultaneously ignore the fans and feed on their cheers. He enters the ring, holding his cane above his head, an intense expression on his face. The lights slowly begin to flicker, the music slowing and skipping a bit. Buzzsaw directs his attention to the stage where, after a slightly longer blackness from the flickering lights, Mortius has appeared to the rousing cheers of the crowd. He stares towards Buzzsaw in the ring, and the Ultraviolent champion stares right back, refusing to be intimidated. As Mortius speaks, his voice sounds off through the arena despite the fact that he holds no microphone.

Mortius: “Buzzsaw…you are a worthy opponent, however, as you may have noticed, I have more important matters that require my full attention. However, there are those who would be more than happy to end you in my stead…”

“Born in a Burial Gown” plays and Total Mayhem stalk out from the ramp, passing right by Mortius without so much as a glance. The crowd is somewhat confused and begins to jeer the brothers as they stalk towards the ring. Buzzsaw only seems to become more enraged, a white-knuckle grip on his kendo stick. Ezra and Jakob flank the ring and wait for several long moments before both springing into action at once! Buzzsaw explodes into a flurry, nailing Jakob first with the cane right over the head, knocking him down. He whirls and smacks Ezra with a spinning strike as well, but Ezra was able to get the arms up, his forearms absorbing most of the blow. Undaunted, Buzzsaw continues the relentless assault, striking Ezra with blows to the arms, sides, and legs. From the ground, Jakob grabs Buzzsaw’s foot, distracting him long enough for Ezra to tackle him to the mat. Buzzsaw continues to fight, throwing punches and kicking his legs, trying to free himself from the Mayhem brothers’ grapple, but he is quickly overpowered. Jakob and Ezra pummel Buzzsaw as the crowd boos loudly. Meanwhile, Mortius seems to have disappeared from the stage. The bell rings repeatedly, but that does not stop the brothers Mayhem. Jakob picks Buzz up from the ground and the duo hit him with simultaneous roundhouse kicks! Buzzsaw crumples to the mat, only to be lifted up and driven to the mat once more with a double-chokeslam! Ezra and Jakob head to the corner, setting up for the Rocket Launcher.

All of a sudden, MATT COVEY hits the ring at a dead run! He dives into the ring and grabs Buzzsaw’s cane just as Ezra leaps into the air, and Covey NAILS him in mid-flight with the cane!! The fans mostly begin to cheer, though many are even more confused now than they were before! Jakob leaps down but Covey hits him in the midsection with the cane, then takes him off his feet with a knee-lift! Buzzsaw has somewhat regained his senses and has now begun brawling with Ezra on the mat. Finally, both Mayhem brothers break from combat, rolling to the outside, slowly backing up the ramp. In the ring, Buzzsaw glares first at Total Mayhem and then at Matt Covey who only stares coldly back at him. Once Total Mayhem have left, Covey tosses the cane at Buzzsaw’s feet, exiting the ring and leaving without even looking back.

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via default, ‘the Hardcore Icon,’ BUZZSAW!!”

Daniels: “Well, an interesting turn of events in that ‘match’ for sure!”

Waters: “Yes, first Mortius seems to be looking for an advantage over his opponents by not wasting energy on a needless match, and secondly, Matt Covey comes to Buzzsaw’s aid before their scaffold match, which you KNOW is going to be completely hellacious.”

Daniels: “Indeed, but Matt Covey is not one to pick at the scraps. He wants Buzzsaw all to himself! Fans, we’ve got to take a break, but we’ll be right back with more OVERDRIVE!”

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Overdrive comes back from commercial with "Flawless" Frank Finch already standing in the ring, with a microphone in hand. He is wearing a black suit with a white undercoat, along with a red tie. He talks into the mic.

FRANK: "If you don't know who I am... well, quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised. My career in the CZW has been anything BUT flawless, my given moniker years ago. For two years now, I have been contracted with CZW. For two years now, I have yet to win one single one-on-one match. I've been fooling myself for long enough. That tells me that's time to make a change. Right now, I want to bring out three of the closest friends I've had in this business, as I want them to hear this face to face. Come on out, Alan, Sam, and Garrett."

Frank waits for a few seconds before "Streetcleaner" plays over the PA to a chorus of boos, but eventually a small "Garrett" chant, the fans showing their respect for how Garrett has presented himself. Out walks Alan, Sam and Garrett, sans Hellena. Alan has the CZW World Heavyweight title wrapped around his waist, Sam has the CZW X-Division title draped over his left shoulder, and Garrett is wearing his traditional black singlet. They walk down to the ring and get in, but not before Alan gets a mic of his own. Frank shakes Garrett's hand, but Sam seems uninterested. He eventually shakes Frank's hand, as Alan looks at his brother with a sneer. He then grabs Frank and hugs him but for only a second.

FRANK: "Gentlemen. I want to let you know... I have had a LOT of fun running with you, as one of you, all this time. But let's face the facts. When it's said and done, my career so far won't amount to squat. You, Alan, and you, Sam, are champions. Garrett, you're a future champion. I've had my run, and I've had my fun... but I think it's time to go down a different path..."

Alan interrupts

ALAN: "Wait a second... wait a second... wait a second. You're not saying what I think you're saying are you? You know where your place is. It's right here in CZW. Maybe... well, obviously... not inside the ring. But at the side of us. You are one of us, Frank."

FRANK: "I am one of you? You want me to remain at your side, even though my in ring career is obviously over? I came out here... and I invited you out here... to tell you was I retiring from the business. For good, and all the way. And, Alan... you know me, man. I can't sit idly by and be your back up and not ever wrestle. If I can't give 100%... I don't want any part of it."

Alan gets annoyed

ALAN: "Hold up. Listen to me, Frank, and listen to me clear. I didn't bring you into this federation to be a wrestler in the first damn place. I brought you here to be an insurance policy. That's ALL. You starting wrestling, that was your own call. But you knew the deal. That was all secondary to the primary cause. You are here to protect my investment. To protect my legacy. NOT yours."

Frank is offended, and just looks at Alan for a moment before responding

FRANK: "So... that's how it is, is it? It's all about you, right? That's how it's always been. Maybe if it was more about me, you could have helped tell me what I was doing wrong each match I lost... give me pointers... you never did. You always said to buck up and worry about more important matters. When was my matters going to be important to you?"

Frank gets up in Alan's face, to Alan and Sam's surprise. Garrett quickly tries to become peace maker, putting his large arm in between them.

FRANK: "Never, is what I'm beginning to think! You want me there for you, at your beck and call, yet you're not there for me in the slightest bit! You never have been! These last few weeks, you and your brother wouldn't answer the phone or return my calls... only Garrett would talk to me. He told me everything was fine, but apparently, it's not. I see what you two think of me. I'm just your lackey, is that it? Your henchman? I don't think so, Alan. Not anymore. I'm done with this business... for now. And it looks like... I'm done with you.. for GOOD."

ALAN: "You're not done with me until I say I am done with YOU, son. Now quite fussin' up and get in line. We're going to go to the back, and we're going to come up with a perfect game plan for our tag match tonight. Come on."

Fiscus motions for Frank to follow, as he and Sam begin walking off. Garrett stands to the side. Frank shakes his head no, and crosses his arm. This pisses Alan off, who now gets in Frank's face, with Garrett sticking his massive arm in between again.

ALAN: "You retire when I say so... you quit when I say so... and you follow me when I say so! Who do you think you are, Finch!? You are nothing BUT a henchman! Nothing but a lackey! NOTHING BUT A LOSER! YOU --"

Finch suddenly slaps the taste out of Alan, which prompts Sam to jump at Finch. Garrett now gets between the brothers and Finch, stopping from any further physicality. Alan and Sam look at each other, and then try to lunge at Finch. Garrett grabs both, and pushes them back with force. They both looked shocked, and get out of the ring. The crowd boos them loudly, while they cheer louder for Garrett AND Finch now. Finch hollars down at Alan

FRANK: "I helped you throughout your whole title reign, and what have I gotten in return? Not a damn thing! I am retiring from this business right here TONIGHT... and you're going to have to go forward, one less brainless lackey! I am my own man, Alan... and you should know this. I was NEVER your bitch! I was your friend. And you took full advantage of that. Not anymore, 'pal.' Not anymore."

This infuriates Alan even more, and he tells Sam something. Sam nods and each man find a steel chair at ringside, which alarms Garrett. He shakes his head and begins motioning for something to happen... he looks towards the Combat-tron and then up above and waves his hand in to bring something down. Suddenly, a four walled cage with an open top comes down at a steady speed. Alan looks up, and smirks to Garrett in the ring.

ALAN: "You going to play that game, Garrett? You gonna bring down a cage to prevent us from hurting your good friend there? If you weren't blood, I'd brain you unconscious myself!"

The cage is fully down, as Sam slams a chair up against the wall by where they are, the side in front of the entrance ramp. Garrett shakes his head no down at Alan, motioning that this is not the right thing to do. Frank pats Garrett on the back, and looks down at Sam and Alan, with angered disappointment on his face. He begins talking down at Alan and Sam again, with Garrett standing beside him and shaking his head in support.

FRANK: "At least SOMEONE in the Fiscus brood has a sense of respect and loyalty. You guys were like brothers... and you turn on me with a quickness, just like hyenas. That's not how family does things. You don't turn on your own! I needed your support and I needed your respect... I never received either in my professional career. I might come back, who knows. But for now, and a good long while... I am officially retired from wrestling. I thank every one of the fans here for giving me even a second of their attention, even a hint of their respect, even a --"

DANIELS: "WHAT THE HELL!"

Garrett surprises Frank with a huge right fist, RIGHT to the face. The mic slams up against his teeth, and he drops it. He staggers back and bounces off the cage and ropes, right into a huge big boot, otherwise known as the Migraine. The crowd is stunned, and quiet, but the heat is in the air. Garrett picks Frank back up and puts him in position... he lifts him up...

* SLAM! *

Garrett nails Frank with a HUGE power bomb, causing Frank to shake like a fish while favoring his lower back. Alan and Sam are laughing to each other, spectacting the carnage they already knew was coming. Garrett smiles evilly down to them, and then picks Frank back up. The crowd is chanting "Garrett Sucks" now, and it's getting louder and louder by the second. He positions him in a DDT position, and then crosses his arms...

* THWACK! *

MASTERS: "Garrett just hit with his deadly Straightjacket DDT! He has decimated this loser!"

Garrett picks Finch back up, who is completely lifeless now. He grabs him by the throat. He picks him up in a choke slam...

DANIELS: "By God..."

* CRASH!!!!! * THUD! *

DANIELS: "Garrett just choke slammed Frank into the cage wall and it gave way! It slams down on the guardrail, luckily I don't think any fans got hurt... but oh my god! Frank is dead!"

MASTERS: "What a fitting way to go out! You're retired now, for sure!"

Garrett laughs, Alan laughs, Sam laughs. The crowd hates this. Frank is motionless. A EMT crew runs down to ringside, and begins checking on him as Garrett walks out through the broken wall. He looks down at Frank and spits. He looks up to the crowd and flips them off. When he gets to Alan and Sam, they all hug and laugh, signifying this was their plan all along. They all three walk up the ramp, soaking up the boos. Another crew comes running down past them, to remove the cage.

DANIELS: "Frank could be seriously injured here. Blood is thicker than water, that's for sure, and Garrett is reminding us ALL who his family truly is. Folks, we've got to cut to a commercial."

-=- LUMBERJACK MATCH TO GIVE TEAM ADVANTAGE AT HATEWAVE! -=-
"Rated E For Everyone" Eddie Rowan [w/ Beautiful Agony] vs. "The sXe Enigma" Jacob Havok [w/ Youthful Aggression]

A replay shows of Garrett slamming Frank through the cage wall.

WATERS: "What a gruesome attack. Frank is now on his way to the nearest hospital, and if we get any updates, we'll fill you in."

MASTERS: "A dastardly attack, but a justified one if you ask me."

DANIELS: "No one did."

TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Lumberjack match to determine team advantage for War Games at Hatewave three!"

The crowd pops

TOWERS: "Introducing first, being led by the lumberjack team of CZW Intercontinental Champion Mike King, 'The Sexy Reaper' Brian Kirkland, and 'The sXe Curse' Ryan Shane... hailing from Washington D.C. and weighing in at 172 pounds... The sXe Enigma... JACOB HAVOK!"

"Sorry You're Not A Winner" by Enter Shikari plays over the PA as the complete Youthful Aggression group, sans the YA manager/valet branch besides Lauren, walks out on the entrance ramp. Havok has a green and black mask and attire. They make their way to the ring, all except Lauren, who goes back to the back. Havok slides into the ring while the rest go to the other side and man their side of the ringside floor.

MASTERS: "Havok looking focused and sharp, straight as a razor, my friends. He's going to make sure YA get the advantage here, and the dominance there."

DANIELS: "I must agree, he is dead set on ending his former friend's stable, and claiming the Agony name for his own."

WATERS: "And King _IS_ back out here, without his Riot squad! I guess that was just a hissy fit!"

MASTERS: "He was getting pelted with drinks, Waters! Would you stay out here if that happened to you?"

WATERS: "It wouldn't happen to me. Everyone digs the Shark."

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TOWERS: "And his opponent... being led to the ring by CZW Global Tag Team champions 'Sleazy W' Brian Blaze, 'CZW's Resident Rock Star' Johnny Kerosene, and Rowan's personal friend, Spencer Pierce... hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds... The Clown, The Killer, The Saint... EDDIE ROWAN!"

The crowd pops loudly as "Slip Slide Melting" by For Love Not Lisa plays over the PA. Out comes the four men, each in their most worn ring attire. Kerosene has showered since his match with Sawyer. They make their way to ringside, interacting with fans along the way, and stay on the opposite side from YA as Eddie slides in.

WATERS: "And it's already started, Havok immediately jumps on Eddie before he could get back up from sliding in, and stomping him as many times as he can!"

* DING DING DING *

MASTERS: "I told you all, he is on his game tonight. He's going to make short work of Eddie."

DANIELS: "Already counting him out. How unbiased of you."

WATERS: "Havok lifts Eddie up and chops him hard three times across the chest. He throws him to the ropes... the reversal... and Eddie comes flying in with a spinning heel kick! That surprised Havok completely, who slides out of the ring on his team's side to regroup."

CROWD: "YOUTH-FUL ASS-HOLES... YOUTH-FUL ASS-HOLES..."

DANIELS: "The crowd taking exception to Havok's retreat. Eddie invites him back in, quite the gentleman... Havok declines, and waits for the ref to back Eddie off before re-entering the squared circle."

MASTERS: "Eddie enters, and Havok is quickly back on attack. Eddie nails him with a punch in surprise, however! Bloody hell."

WATERS: "Eddie takes control, and grabs Jacob by the head. European uppercut. He kicks him to the gut, and runs to the ropes as Havok doubles over... and a perfectly executed swinging neckbreaker. He quickly picks him back up. YA are heckling Eddie as he works over Jacob, and yells out at them to shut up. The crowd agrees, and heckles YA in return."

MASTERS "These fools, that's your role models you're talking to!"

DANIELS: "He grabs Havok and nails with an inverted atomic drop... followed by that dreaded shining wizard! I love it when it he does this combo! He goes for the first cover!"

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MASTERS: "Not yet, Rated E!"

WATERS: "Eddie picks Havok back up, and looks down at Youthful Aggression. Eddie then throws Havok out to the Beautiful Agony side!"

MASTERS: "Oh crap!"

DANIELS: "Johnny and Brian each kick at Havok and lift him up. Spencer with a thick chop! Spencer then throws Havok back in the ring. Eddie tries to take advantage, but the ref gets in the middle of it.. there's a bit of a struggle.. OH! Havok took the cheap way out, and stuck a finger in Eddie's eye! Eddie stumbles off, holding at his eye and Jacob pushes past the ref. Havok with a series of thudding forearms to Eddie's back."

WATERS: "With Eddie stunned, Jacob runs to the ropes... and a Flying Crossbody! Havok keeps on for the pinfall attempt!"

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DANIELS: "What's the words... it's too early, Enigma?"

MASTERS: "It sounds so arrogant when you say it."

WATERS: "Havok has his own cheerleading section, as YA root him on. He picks Eddie up and delivers a series of chops, causing Eddie's chest to go red. Now Havok looks at BA... and throws Eddie to the wolves!"

MASTERS: "HA! And they lunge at him, BK, MK and Shane all punching at him. They throw him back in the ring, and Havok lifts him up. Kick to the gut... bodyslam... and a standing moonsault!"

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WATERS: "Perfectly placed moonsault, but no cigar just yet. Havok pounds on the mat and gets back up. He kicks Eddie hard in the chest twice, and then goes to a corner... climbing the ropes! High risk move pending!"

DANIELS: "He's up and turns around... he makes aim with his hands, and pauses... waiting for Eddie to stand back up. Looks like he's going for an even more damaging cross body, a move that knocks the wind completely out of you. Eddie is up... dazed... Jacob leaps for the flying cross body!... EDDIE WITH A DROPKICK IN MID AIR!"

MASTERS: "That could have hurt Havok!"

WATERS: "Both men are down, but the crowd is cheering Eddie on! Havok clutches at his right side, the spot that took the brunt of that dropkick. Eddie is up first, and gets over and picks Havok up. A chop, followed by two more! He throws Havok to the ropes... drop toe-hold! Eddie then quickly goes to the Agony side of the outside apron, obviously in pain but determined. It's his turn to stalk, as Havok begins to get up... He's up... Eddie leaps! Springboard clothesline! Eddie crawls over and makes the cover!"

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MASTERS: "That was too close!"

DANIELS: "Not close enough, though, and Jacob is still alive. This is a battle of straight edge, of sorts, a battle of different views of the term. Eddie is back up now, and kicks Havok hard in the back as he is sitting up."

* THWACK *

MASTERS: "That bastard."

WATERS: "Eddie goes to the ropes... but I think he lost track, because he runs to YA's side and Shane trips him up! Eddie slams his face on the mat!"

MASTERS: "Bad mistake to forget about that school of sharks, Rowan!"

DANIELS: "Havok begins to stir and gets up, holding his back. He stumbles over to Eddie and drops a legdrop to the back of his head! He's back up and picks Eddie up... another series of chops... He lunges up to the middle rope... thigh kick! Eddie stumbles back and Havok jumps up... HURRICANRANA FOR THE COVER!"

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EDDIE MOVES IT FORWARD FOR A REVERSAL

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DANIELS: "And Havok with a swift dropkick to the chest of the sitted Rowan! He then runs to the ropes... the WRONG ropes, and it's BA's turn to trip up Havok, as Brian Blaze obliges! The crowd loves it!"

MASTERS: "That's not fair!"

WATERS: "It's only fair if the guys you like do it, right?"

MASTERS: "... That is right!"

DANIELS: "Both men are down still, with Eddie just now stirring. This is becoming a five star match, which of course the first two these guys put on were too."

MASTERS: "Bloody hell... Rowan/Havok 3, mate."

WATERS: "That IS right, and Eddie is now up but staggering! He grabs Havok.. it looks like... yes, it is! Eddie has locked on a Cloverleaf! Jacob screams out in pain as the ref is asking if he wants to quit!"

MASTERS: "Which he screams out no, of course. Eddie cinches it in, let it up Eduardo! C'mon!"

DANIELS: "Havok reaches out.. and Kirkland grabs his arm and helps him grab the bottom rope!"

MASTERS: "That's team work!"

DANIELS: "This is not a team match! Eddie gets back up, and smirks at YA... He grabs Havok... and again, throws him out to the BA's side!"

WATERS: "And all three stomp on Havok as the crowd cheers! They pick him up, and all three throw him back in. Eddie goes for the cover!"

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CROWD: "AGONY! AGONY! AGONY!"

DANIELS: "Just barely!"

MASTERS: "But still, fast enough! Eddie is back up and looking down at Jacob. Now he's going to do something foolish off of the top rope nearest him!"

WATERS: "He's up top, and it looks like... is he going for the St. Edward's Fall!? He LEAPS! HE IS!!"

* THUD *

MASTERS: "AND HAVOK MOVED!! BLOODY RIGHT!"

DANIELS: "Both men are down again, and the crowd is electric! Eddie could have broken his neck missing that move!"

WATERS: "This is an epic rubber match, indeed. The heat between these two teams, you can cut it with a knife it's so intense. It all comes to head at Hatewave in Chicago. CZW's first War Games match, I can't wait."

DANIELS: "And your first show back as a full time competitor."

WATERS: "True dat!"

MASTERS: "Hey, watch out... Zodiac is still around, you know? That's his line!"

DANIELS: "Havok is back up now, dazed and confused. He looks down at Eddie and sluggishly picks him up. A short series of weak punches, dazing Eddie... He grabs him and irish whips him chest first into the nearest turnbuckle. Havok runs in with a high knee to Eddie's lower back. He then grabs him and lifts him up to the top turnbuckle, facing forward... he grabs his neck and jumps!"

* THUNK *

DANIELS: "A top rope neckbreaker! Havok with the cover!"

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CROWD: "YOUTH-FUL ASS-HOLES... YOUTH-FUL ASS-HOLES..."

MASTERS: "Amazing. That STILL didn't put him down!"

WATERS: "Havok can't believe it either! He looks shocked, and yells at Eddie to give it up. He lifts him back up... kick at him, but Eddie grabs his leg... OH! Enziguri!"

DANIELS: "You can hear the sickening thud of the contact as Eddie falls face forward, lights out. Havok turns him over and goes for another attempt!"

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MASTERS: "OH MAN!"

DANIELS: "I thought he had him there! Havok is extremely frustrated now! He slams down on the mat with his fists. He's back up, holding his back still, and picks Eddie up. He throws him to the ropes... but Eddie ducks the lariat! On the rebound, Jacob with a sloppy kick to the gut. He's going for the D.I.F.H.!"

MASTERS: " THIS IS IT-- Oh! Eddie is reversing it! REVERSE STO! DAMN!"

WATERS: "Awesome counter, and both down on the mat again. Eddie kips up! Where does he get this energy! The crowd loves it!"

MASTERS: "And I hate them!"

DANIELS: "Tell us something we don't know. Eddie picks Jacob up... kick to the gut... He grabs him..."

* FLIP! *

WATERS: "EVENFLOW! But wait..."

MASTERS: "He's not going for the cover! He wants to add more damage! That sadist!"

DANIELS: "Eddie runs to the ropes... BUT NO! SHANE CAME FROM HIS SIDE AND PULLED THE TOP ROPE DOWN! EDDIE GOES SPRAWLING OUT!"

MASTERS: "Yes!"

CROWD: "YOUTH-FUL ASS-HOLES... YOUTH-FUL ASS-HOLES..."

WATERS: "YA begin tearing into the fallen Eddie, just pummeling him! Here comes BA! YOU KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN! It's a gang fight!"

DANIELS: "Blaze on Shane, Kerosene on Kirkland, Spencer on King... this is a street fight now! Jacob is laid out in the ring, and Eddie is laid out on the floor. This is a mad house!"

WATERS: "Jacob is stirring a bit as the brawl continues... now Eddie is stirring a bit on the outside... Mike King just took control of Spencer Pierce..."

* SLAM *

DANIELS: "And slams him hard into the guardrail. Eddie is now sitting up on his knees, while Havok has rolled over on his stomach to pull himself up... Eddie, with all his might, stands up and rolls into the ring. He and Jacob look at each other, and both slowly stand up. You can feel the tension here!"

MASTERS: "Get your bloody hand off of my lap, Jarred!"

WATERS: "The ref is distraced by the melee outside, but is trying to pay attention to all action. Havok and Eddie sluggishly lock up... Havok with the headlock. Eddie slowly positions him and pushes him to the ropes... Eddie with the shoulderblock, sending Havok down to the mat. Eddie shoots to the ropes, and Havok flips to his stomach... how do these guys have this energy?"

MASTERS: "Steroids."

DANIELS: "Shut up, Masters! Eddie hops over him, and Jacob stands up. Leap frog... on the rebound.... Eddie with the big dropkick! That sends Jacob reeling... On the outside, Ryan Shane and Brian Blaze are going toe-to-toe, Kerosene is on top of Kirkland, and King is beating on Pierce. Eddie is slow to get back up, of course, and Havok is laid out. Eddie doesn't go for the cover, and picks Jacob back up."

MASTERS: "Another mistake."

* CHOP *

WATERS: "Eddie with a thick chop to Havok's chest, echoing throughout the Van Andel!"

* CHOP *

WATERS: "Another one! Jacob reels back... Eddie grabs him, and irish whips him to a corner. Eddie charges in... but Havok somehow throws his legs far up, and Eddie goes chest first into the turnbuckle! Havok comes down with his legs in between Eddie's arms, and he lunges forward... looks like a sunset flip here."

DANIELS: "And he nailed it perfectly! The ref takes a second before he notices, and slides in for the count!"

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DANIELS: "Dammit, ref, he's put his feet on the ropes! LOOK!"

MASTERS: "AH HA!"

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* DING DING DING *

WATERS: "Youthful Aggression has the team advantage in War Games!"

MASTERS: "This certainly doesn't look good for Ugly Agony now! Bah ha ha!"

DANIELS: "But they are not waiting for Hatewave to finish this. They are still fighting around the ring!"

Blaze and Ryan Shane are trading blows at the end of the entrance ramp, Mike King had Spencer up against the ringside barrier, and Kirkland had Johnny Kerosene up against the ringpost for a lariat, but Kerosene ducks at the last minute and Kirkland hits the ringpost himself. Security comes down to try and break the fights up, but are taken out by both sides. Eddie Rowan is stomping the mat, signaling that he is ready to dive over the top rope, but Havok come up from behind and drops Eddie with a low blow, much to the chagrin of the crowd.

WATERS: "What a cheap move by Havok."

MASTERS: "Looks like he brought some backup as well."

Havok pick up a chair over his head, looking to bash Eddie Rowan over the head, but he stops. He looks to the crowd with a sneer on his face and drops the chair on the mat. He then picks Rowan up and puts him in a front facelock.

MASTERS: "Dear God. He is going to hit a bloody D.I.F.H. on a steel chair."

DANIELS: "He could do some severe damage to Eddie."

Havok looks to the crowd and screams, "BEAUTIFUL AGONY IS DEAD!".

Before he can connect with the move, "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold hits and the crowd erupts as Mike Monroe starts to run down the ramp. Jacob lets go of Eddie and motions for Monroe to get into the ring. Mike leaps up to the apron and springboards onto Havok and the begin trading blows.

WATERS: "Mike and Havok finally get their hands on each other, and there isn't anyone to stop them."

The two men finally stand up, but Mike catches Jacob square on the mouth with a superkick. Mike then jumps onto him and locks on the Burn Notice.

DANIELS: "He has that move locked in tight and doesn't look like he is gonna let go anytime soon."

Suddenly, "Diamond Eyes" by The Deftones hits as GM Teresa Baines comes out to the ramp, microphone in hand.

BAINES: "Stop this, right now! Everyone stop fighting or you will all be fired on the spot!"

Hearing the chance of loosing their jobs stops everyone in their tracks.

BAINES: "The last thing I need is to have you all get injured before our biggest pay per view of the year. Speaking of Hatewave, I have two big announcements to make. First off, I have made a decision on the final Money in the Bank entrant. I have decided it will be... EDDIE ROWAN! Now seeing as this does leave Team BA down a member for War Games, to keep this as even as possible, I have decided that the new member of the team is ..."THE MISFIT" MIKE MONROE!"

The crowd goes nuts at the announcement and Mike has a sick sneer come across his face.

WATERS: "WOW! Not only is Eddie the last entrant in MITB, Monroe has taken his place in War Games. He is finally getting his revenge on Havok, and there will be nowhere to run."

DANIELS: "I can't WAIT for War Games. Folks, we have one more commercial break before our MAIN EVENT! Stay tuned!"

~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- EIGHT MAN MEGA TAG TEAM MATCH! -=-
The Mountain Man, Kimo Newton, El Pablo & Maynard O'Toole vs. Alan Fiscus, Mike King, Sam Attic & Garrett William

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an EIGHT MAN tag-team match scheduled for ONE FALL!”

“Bloodline” by Slayer plays and out walk the members of the first team.

Towers: “Introducing first, the team of ‘Mountain Man’ Josh Newsome, Kimo Newton, ‘the Five Star Superstar,’ El Pablo, and ‘the OGT,’ Maynard O’Toole!!”

Maynard and Pablo lead the way towards the ring with Newsome behind them and Kimo a bit farther back. The quartet filters into the ring, each appealing to the crowd in their own manners, eliciting a loud chorus of cheers. Those cheers turn to boos as “Streetcleaner” plays, heralding the arrival of team Fiscus.

Towers: “And their opponents, the team of ‘the Phoenix,’ Mike King, ‘the Colossus,’ Garrett William, ‘Psycho’ Sam Attic, and ‘the Sadistic Solution,’ Alan Fiscus!”

Mike King leads the way to the ring with his IC belt around his waist, far enough ahead to keep a good distance between himself and the Fiscus family. Alan and Sam both wear their titles as well as they follow suit, the massive Garrett William following behind them. The group ignores the loud jeering and make their way to the ring, entering and facing off with the other team against their respective foes. All eight men continue to trade insults when suddenly all hell breaks loose! Newsome nails Garrett with a big right hand, staggering him back, following up with more punches. Sam jabs EP in the eye and tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Alan and Maynard grapple with each other, spilling out to the floor as well. The ring clears, leaving Mike King and Kimo to start the match off as the bell finally rings!

*DING-DING!*

Daniels: “Well, we knew the ring couldn’t possibly contain all of these guys! Now it’s King and Kimo facing off in the ring! Kimo with an Irish whip, but King reverses! Kimo ducks the clothesline and…spinning heel kick on the rebound!”

Kimo bounds off the far side and leaps high, dropping a big knee over the face of the Intercontinental champion. King rolls in pain and Kimo continues the assault, stomping away at the champ. Newton runs to the far side, but he is clubbed in the back by Garrett William!

Waters: “William with his 19 foot wingspan was able to reach out there and stifle all of Kimo’s momentum with one shot. King rolls to his feet now and leaps up with an enziguri kick! Kimo is down and King tags in William!”

Masters: “I imagine that Garrett will lob Kimo back to Kona or wherever the hell he’s from!”

Daniels: “Honolulu…as his name states…’the Hoodlum from Honolulu…”

Masters: “Oh, after his fit last week I thought he’d changed to the Kona Crybaby!”

Waters: “HA HA HA HA! I hate you, Bill, but that was good!”

William stalks around Kimo, kicking him in the ribs while he’s down. Finally, the giant lifts Kimo from the mat and shoves him into his corner, jawing at the ref while Sam pulls back on Kimo’s hair and Alan takes a couple cheap shots to the lower back! William pulls Kimo out of the corner and hefts him up, carrying him in a leisurely stroll around the ring with one hand before dumping him to the mat with a huge bodyslam! He pins Kimo with one foot, but he shoves out of the pin before even a one count.

Daniels: “It’ll take a lot more than that to finish off Kimo, I’m sorry to tell you, Garrett. Though being a Fiscus, I can see how you’d have a problem with common sense!”

Waters: “Unfortunately for you and Kimo, I’m sure Garrett knows that. He’s just toying with him right now, looking to inflict even more punishment.”

Garret pulls Kimo back up, shoving him against the ropes and laying into him with a series of punches and elbows, leaving Newton dazed against the ropes. He whips Kimo to the far side and throws up his giant boot for ‘the Migraine,’ but Kimo tumbles under the attack!”

Daniels: “Kimo hits the near side and leaps with a flying elbow to the face of William! He barely staggered him, but it was enough to dive to his corner, making the tag to El Pablo! Pablo springboards in, OH! William catches him in mid-air!! Bear-hug applied!!”

Waters: “Wouldn’t a better term right now be ‘squirrel-hug?”

William continues to squeeze the life out of Pablo, but EP counters with a maneuver that only he could come up with.

Masters: “What the bloody hell!?”

Daniels: “El Pablo uses that pink boa-tail of his to tickle Garrett’s nose!! The hold is broken!!”

EP wastes no time, dropping down with a snap-dropkick to William’s knee. Garrett goes down to one knee and now, with the height just about even, EP drives a knee home to William’s gut and grabs him in a front facelock, nailing the Twist of Fate!!

Daniels: “El Pablo showing his innovativeness! There’s a cover!!”

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Daniels: “William kicks out with enough force to launch EP towards his corner! Like a cat-“

Waters: “Squirrel.”

Daniels: “…like a squirrel, Pablo lands on his feet, tagging in the Mountain Man!”

Newsome lumbers into the ring and drives a knee-lift home to the temple of Garrett, dropping over the man and laying into him with a flurry of strikes.

Daniels: “What a rivalry these two have had so far, and they haven’t lost ANY of that animosity in the long weeks of their feud! Newsome is letting Garrett have it!”

The referee tries to get Newsome to lay off a bit, but he is like a man possessed. Newsome lurches at the ref, scaring him back, which gives William a perfect opportunity to blindside him with a headbutt! Garrett shoves MtM off and makes it to his corner, tagging in Sam Attic.

Waters: “Sam Attic rushes in and nails a dropkick to the temple of the Mountain Man, dropping him like so much lumber!”

Masters: “Were I Sam, I’d choke the man out with his own ridiculously large beard!”

Attic runs and springs off the middle rope, spinning in mid-air and landing with a big KNEE DROP! Sam covers Newsome!

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Daniels: “Sam couldn’t keep the big man down, but he continues on the offensive. Which figures. Anyone named ‘Fiscus’ is OFFENSIVE by default!”

Masters: “Give it a rest, you’re just coming across as a crybaby by this point.”

Sam stomps away at MtM before climbing to the top. He sizes his opponent up and FLIES with a cross-body, only to be caught and DRIVEN to the mat with a powerslam!! Newsome with the pin!!

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Maynard rushes in and grabs King, throwing him to the outside. Kimo is jumping on the apron, wanting the tag and Newsome gets to the corner, tagging EP instead. El Pablo springs into the ring and Newsome moves onto the apron with Kimo giving him a ‘WTF?’ look.

Waters: “Pablo grabs Sam by the hair, hurling him into the corner! He now sets him up in the tree of woe…”

EP tumbles away, rolling up in the opposite corner and immediately charging at Attic, baseball sliding into Sam’s face! EP gets to his feet but Alan has run over, grabbing him by the ‘ears’ and dropping to the floor with a hot-shot! EP falls back into the ring. Newsome heads over, chasing Alan off. Both Sam and EP reach for tags, and once again, Kimo is hopping in anticipation. Sam tags in King and EP tags in Maynard! This time Kimo is almost livid with his partner for overlooking him.

Daniels: “Kimo doesn’t look too happy that EP tagged in Maynard, but O’Toole is a house of fire, knocking King off his feet with those right hands! King keeps getting back up, but O’Toole is more than happy to keep knocking him right back down!”

Maynard scoops King up for a bodyslam, but King slips over Maynard’s back, and O’Toole turns just in time to eat a ROARING ELBOW from King! King off the far side, charging in only for O’Toole to surprise him, scooping him up with a military press…

Daniels: “COLD AND UGLY!!”

Masters: “Waters’ mother!? WHERE?”

O’Toole grabs King, lifting him up only for King to blast him with green mist, blinding him! King makes the tag to Alan who rushes in, grabbing his disoriented opponent and launching him overhead with a head-and-arm suplex!”

Masters: “Time for the champ to go to work!”

Fiscus goes ballistic, stomping the hell out of Maynard, dropping down and clawing at his face! Finally, he gets back to his feet, pulling Maynard to his feet, whipping him into the corner and following in with a running knee to the gut! As O’Toole doubles over, Alan seizes him in a front-facelock and DRILLS him with a DDT!! Fiscus rolls Maynard over and covers!

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Daniels: “YES! Maynard is still kicking!”

Masters: “At this point, all he’s doing is making the champion more angry!”

Alan cinches in a full nelson, rolling O’Toole over into the MANIC COMPRESSION!! Alan screams at Maynard, telling him to quit as he wrenches back. Finally, a look of enraged clarity appears on the face of O’Toole as he struggles to get his feet under him, lunging back into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold!

Daniels: “Maynard fighting back with the heart of a champion!”

Masters: “Well, Fiscus has the BELT of a champion, which counts for a hell of a lot more than the heart of one in this business.”

Waters: “Damn, Bill, have you been taking cleverness lessons?”

Masters: “From your mother.”

Waters: “Ah, and he’s back to normal.”

Maynard rushes Alan in the corner, but Fiscus gets the feet up! Alan jumps up to the middle turnbuckle, leaping at Maynard only to get caught in the gut with a boot! As Alan doubles over, O’Toole snatches him up in the powerbomb position…

Daniels: “THE OPIATE!! THE OPIATE!!”

Waters: “Both O’Toole and Fiscus are down! Both of their teams urging them to get to their corners and make the tags!!”

Finally, O’Toole and Fiscus stir, crawling towards their corners. They reach at the same time, with Alan tagging in Sam and O’Toole tagging in Kimo! Or at least, he would have, but Kimo withdraws his hand at the last moment, dropping from the apron! The fans are confused and shocked as Newton washes his hands of his team, heading for the back! Taking advantage of the distraction, Sam drives down on O’Toole with an axe-handle blow and then kicks EP off the apron! O’Toole gets back up but Sam quickly hooks him up and NAILS the BUS DRIVER!! O’Toole is spiked on his head and Sam gets ready for the cover only to be grabbed around the throat by a very, VERY angry Mountain Man!

Waters: “Newsome with a headbutt to Sam, staggering him and now setting him up…ROCKSLIDE!! HE LAUNCHED HIM ACROSS THE RING RIGHT ONTO HIS HEAD!!”

As Newsome rolls to get to his feet, he is completely BLINDSIDED by a Mike King SHINING METALLICA!!

Daniels: “The IC champ out of NOWHERE just blasted the Mountain Man! EL PABLO!!”

EP slides back into the ring, whirling King around, driving a knee to the gut, and DROPPING the IC champ with the IDENTITY CRISIS!!

Waters: “The bodies are EVERYWHERE! Alan is back in now! Pablo turns and OVERTHROW!! NO!! EL PABLO LANDS ON HIS FEET!! SUPERKICK!!”

In what is almost a repeat of the last time they faced, El Pablo landed on his feet after being tossed with the Overthrow and immediately attacked with a superkick to blindside the champion. This time, however, Fiscus was prepared and he catches Pablo’s foot, whipping him around by it and seizing him as he spins back around, NAILING ‘the Five Star Superstar’ with the CORKSCREW STUNNER!!

Daniels: “FUCK!!”

Quickly, Alan recovers, grabbing O’Toole as he was finally starting to stir, leveling him with the OVERTHROW!! Fiscus grabs Sam who was crawling to his feet and drags him over Maynard’s lifeless body for the pin!!

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*DING-DING-DING!!*

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, Mike King, Garrett William, Sam Attic and Alan Fiscus!!”

Daniels: “DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT!!”

Waters: “Tough luck there. Too bad Kimo walked out on his team, or things might’ve worked out a little better for them. Still, that was a hell of a match and if I had to pick one to end my term as a commentator, it would be that match we just watched! For Jarred Daniels and Bill Masters, I’m Shawn Waters, signing off and returning to action in two weeks at HATEWAVE!!”

Mike King leaves on his own as Fiscus and co. celebrate in the ring, all three men standing tall over their opponents. As the scene fades, it opens up once more in the office of Derek Damage. He takes a remote and clicks off the television on which he has just watched the show.

Damage: “By now, most of you have realized that I am serious about my intention to fix what is wrong with this company, and any of you with more than half of a functional brain are likely curious as to just what that entails. Well, the wait is nearly over. Immediately following the main event at Hatewave, I will address the CZW collective and lay out my plans, and from that moment on, CZW will become even greater than it has ever been before. It is time…for some Damage Control.”

Damage cracks a grin at the camera, a mirthless, cold smile, and the screen slowly fades to black with the sound of his soft laughter.