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TORNADO TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH ***
RETURN MATCH ***
STANDARD RULES ***
TAG-TEAM THREE-WAY DANCE ***
SINGLES MATCH ***
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The show opens inside TJ Hix’s Office. TJ is seen sitting at his desk shuffling through his papers. He starts putting some of them through the shredder. Allescha enters carrying another stack of papers.
Allescha: Here you go sir. Every contract old and new, in the CzW. Just as you asked.
TJ: Thank ya darlin. Is Ryan ready?
Allescha: Yes sir.
TJ: Good. Bring him in. Let me go ahead and get this out of the way.
Allescha: Yes Boss.
Allescha presses a button on her desk. The door swings open and CzW Color Interviewer Ryan Lewis is seen entering.
Ryan: You asked to speak with me Boss?
TJ: No you stupid ass pond scum. I asked for you to bring your mic and shit. I have an address to perform.
Ryan: Sorry…yes Boss.
Everything gets set up and TJ sits at his desk and looks to the camera.
TJ: Good evening CzW fans and roster. As the only public face of the board of directors has fallen unto me to deliver a CzW State of Address. As everyone knows by now, CzW has hit a slight snag in it’s financial support. We were on the verge of shutdown. Save your gasps and shit for the movies. However, several board members pulled together and temporarily saved this company. No worries…CzW will live on. Plenty of talent…most of which brought in by me, and yes, we are under new management. So yes, CzW lives on. We wish to apologize for the rescheduling of Fade 2 Black…but in the end, I believe we can all agree…it was well worth the wait.
TJ grins before carrying on.
TJ: Now, beside me…rests the future of the deadweight of CzW. It’s time for some remodel…Boss style. Now…as of late…our staff has been…lacking in their performance. Therefore…in order to help in the cost cutting…it’s time to toss the junk into the garbage.
TJ picks up a small stack of papers. He puts all but two pages through the shredder.
TJ: I hereby relieve every referee of their duties. You all are fired. All but two. Your officiating has been atrocious…therefore we do not need you any longer. Peter Pimper and Stephanie D…you all may keep your jobs for now. You’re the only fair refs in this company right now. Now for the others…if you have issues, you can take them up with me as you pick up your severance pays from me.
TJ picks up another stack. He puts all but one through the shredder.
TJ: Security…you are removed. Mr. Rogers…your on probation. I’m bringing in my own head security guard…Big Daddy Deacon Cain…a former world champion and a former multi time tag champ. He’ll bring order back to the CzW.
TJ flips through a few more pages.
TJ: Jessica Towers…you’re hot, therefore your job is safe. Ryan Lewis and Jenny Jacobs…
Ryan: Yes?
TJ shoots Ryan an angry glare.
TJ: No one asked you to speak. You are hereby on probation. I’d recommend you get out of my face and find a damn good scoop to save your ass.
Ryan stands and rushes out the door.
TJ: Jenny…Allescha is quite fond of you…therefore you’re safe. William Masters and Jarred Daniels. William, you are the best damned unbiased commentator here…you are safe. Jarred…you are on probation you biased son of a bitch. I think I’m going to have Frank start coming out and commentating with you two. The time keeper is now fired…Thomas Pain will be taking his place. Thomas understands what ring the bell means…and doesn’t accidentally cheat the real winners in their matches by ringing the bell too soon.
TJ files the papers away before picking up the largest stack. A very wild look in his eyes.
TJ: The superstars of the CzW…I have the power to fire any of them I choose to. However…I won’t do that just yet. As a matter of fact…over the next few weeks…I will be conducting tests to see who is still members of the CzW. I’m tired of all these sorry asses sucking on the proverbial CzW teat…milking us for money without performing for us. You all ain’t some big time movie actor who seems to think he’s too good to wrestle for us anymore. So, the tests start next week. Now then…onto other business. I have a match against El Pablo tonight…and after I’m done destroying him…I want another match against Ruth…a rematch of sorts since I was so unfairly cheated out of victory at Fade 2 Black. But this time…if I win…I have a stipulation of my own…I’ll fill you in later. Now then…get out of my face.
A knock is heard at the door.
TJ: Who the f**k is that?
Allescha: Perhaps your 5’o clock has finally got here.
TJ: Maybe. Buzz’em in.
Allescha: Yes sir.
Allescha hit’s her intercom.
Allescha: Enter. Boss Hix will see you.
A timid little man pokes his head in through the doors. He wears a referee outfit. Hix gets a wicked smile.
TJ: Come in…
Timid Man: Hi…um…I’m Rudy Paul. CzW referee. I was told to…um…see you about our severance pay now that you’ve released us all.
TJ: Right. Of course…of course. Alright Ruby…
Rudy Paul: Rudy sir.
TJ: Yeah, whatever.
He flips through some papers.
TJ: Ah yes, here it is. To one Mr. Ruthy Hall.
Rudy Paul: Rudy sir.
Hix walks over to Rudy and offers his hand.
TJ: Well Robbie…
Rudy Paul: Rudy sir…
TJ: It’s been a pleasure working with you. May all your future endeavors be grand.
Rudy: Thank you sir…hey…wait a minute…this is a void check…
TJ: Yeah Bob…it’s time you ‘SEEK NEW EMPLOYMENT.’
TJ pump kicks Rudy in the gut and locks on to him before driving Rudy through the coffee table. TJ kicks him one more time while he’s down.
TJ: Get maintenance in here. I need a new table.
Allescha: Yes Boss.
TJ walks from his office.
Ringside
William Masters: Did you hear that Jarred? Finally a little bit of respect like I deserve. Heh, sucks to be you though Jarred…you’ve called one too many of his matches unfairly…and now you’re getting your just rewards.
Jarred Daniels: I…I…can’t believe I’m on probation.
William Masters: Me neither! This is possibly the greatest night of my life!!! Now suck it up and let's get this show on the road! *****-----*****
SINGLES MATCH *****-----***** The bell rings, and the two lock up, testing their relative strengths against each other, trying to shove their opponent back. They push and shove for a few seconds, before relenting and stepping back. They try again, with similar results, until Caleb throws up a knee, striking Kong in the stomach. Kong doubles over, and Caleb hits him with an axe-handle across the back, dropping him down to a knee. Caleb hits the ropes, and strikes Kong in the side of a head with a knee, dropping him to the floor. Caleb takes the time to talk some smack to Sawyer on the outside, then picks Kong up and leads him over to the turnbuckle. He slams Kong’s head into the padding, then spins him round and starts punching him in the head. Caleb then drives a few shoulders into Kong’s midsection, then leads him out of the corner, before draping him over his shoulder, and hitting a Samoan Drop. DANIELS: What great strength by Walker there, lifting the near-400 pounder right off his feet! Caleb decides to make sure everyone else is aware of just how much strength that took, standing in the centre of the ring flexing his muscles. He turns round and places a foot on the throat of Kong, choking him for a few seconds before leaping up and driving a knee into his skull. Caleb covers.. ONE! - - - KICK-OUT! Kong powers out, throwing Caleb across the ring. DANIELS: My word! I have NEVER seen Caleb lifted off the floor like that! Caleb stomps down again on Kong, then picks him up and whips him off the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a sidewalk slam. Caleb covers again.. ONE! - - - - TW-KICK OUT! Caleb picks Kong up again, and scoop slams him back down to the mat. He climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, onto the second rope, and hits an elbow drop. Another cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - KICK-OUT! Caleb shakes his head, then picks Kong up once again, as Sawyer calls out encouragement to his partner. Caleb looks at Godzilla with a smirk, then tosses Kong out through the ropes to the outside, before walking over to Sawyer’s side of the ring and talking some more smack. While this is going on, Impaler sneaks over to the dazed Kong, and delivers a stiff kick to the midsection. DANIELS: Come on! Dammit, Impaler has no part in this match! Impaler picks Kong up, and leads him over to the ring steps. He checks to see the coast is clear, then drives Kong’s head down into the steel. The resulting sound seems to alert Sawyer, who calls out to Impaler and starts to walk in that direction. Quickly, Impaler rolls Kong back into the ring, protesting to Sawyer that he was merely helping him up. Caleb approaches Kong, who is slowly getting back to his feet, and hits him with a back suplex, before making yet another pin attempt.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK-OUT! Caleb starts arguing with the referee, insistant that that was a three-count. He picks Kong up once more, and grabs him in a front-facelock, clubbing him across the back a couple of times. He attempts a suplex, but struggles to lift Kong up more than a foot or so off the ground. He tries again, but with no more success than the first time. A third unsuccessful attempt, but this time, Kong uses the momentum of being dropped back down to lift Caleb up in a bearhug, before charging forward and slamming Caleb into the turnbuckle. Kong staggers backwards, still reeling from the beating he’s already taken, but soon composes himself enough to charge forwards, hitting Caleb with a body splash. Caleb stumbles out of the corner, and Kong catches him from behind, planting him with a bulldog. DANIELS: And Kong now fighting back! Kong gets to his feet, and steps back against the ropes. He attempts to move forwards, but Impaler grabs hold of one of his shins. Kong turns round, as Impaler lets go and raises his hands, protesting his innocence. Kong gives him a few choice words, then turns back into the ring, where Caleb meets him with a kick to the midsection. Caleb lands a couple of punches to the head, then attempts an irish whip. Kong reverses, then catches Caleb on the rebound, lifting him right up into the air with a military press. DANIELS: What power! What strength! You will never see someone do that to Caleb Walker again! Kong pauses, with Caleb held high above his head. He then turns, and throws Caleb over the ropes, out of the ring, and down onto Impaler. DANIELS: And Kong gets his revenge! As Caleb and Impaler attempt to untangle themselves, Kong steps out onto the apron. He waits for the two Next Generation members to get back to their feet, then jumps off, taking them both down with a cross-body. DANIELS: Wow! A bit of high-flying action there from the 380lbs Kaneda Kong! Kong picks Caleb up, and whips him into the barricade. He starts pummelling him with meat-like fists to the head, until Impaler charges up from behind and clubs him in the back. Impaler leads Kong over to the announce tables, and slams his head into the top of one of them, before beginning to clear the table of all its equipment. DANIELS: Come on now, dammit! Impaler turns as a roar sounds out from behind him, and gets promptly flattened by a clothesline from Godzilla Sawyer. Godzilla picks Impaler up, and slams HIS head against the announce table, before whipping him alongside the ring into the barricade. Impaler picks himself up, and Sawyer charges, tackling Impaler up and over the barricade, both men landing in the crowd. Meanwhile, Kong and Caleb have made their way back into the ring, and are trading blows. Caleb starts to get the advantage, and hits the ropes, but Kong catches him, slamming him down with a HUGE spinebuster. DANIELS: Bah Gawd, I think the ring just moved! Kong gets up, and finds himself looking out on the exposed surface of the announce table. He looks around at the fans, who start to cheer excitedly at whatever Kong might be planning, then picks Caleb up and steps through the ropes onto the apron, pulling Caleb out with him. DANIELS: What on earth is Kong planning here? MASTERS: I don’t know, but I think we’d better get the hell out of dodge! Kong lets out a roar, and scoops Caleb up. He steps over to the turnbuckle, and climbs up onto the second rope, the fans now going absolutely insane. Kong takes another quick look around.. and leaps. CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!! DANIELS: OH MY GOD!!! THE SUMO SLAM! FROM THE SECOND ROPE! TO THE OUTSIDE! THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE, WHICH HAS JUST BAH GAWD EXPLODED FROM THE IMPACT! MASTERS: Poor Caleb! He’s just been turned into a human pancake! With both men lying motionless amongst a sea of wreckage, the referee has no option but to begin a ten-count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!! DING DING DING! TOWERS: Lades and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that this match be ruled a “no-contest” due to both competitors being unable to answer a ten count! *****-----*****
The scene cuts to backstage, where the new team, That Damn Sexy, are scene walking through the halls.
O'CONNOR: So, where did you say our locker room was?
ADONIS: I was told it was around here somewhere.
O'CONNOR: Huh.. Hey, maybe these guys can help us!
The camera pulls out as the two men stop walking, revealing the large, hulking figures of Pain and Punishment.
ADONIS: Hey guys, nice outfits by the way..
O'CONNOR: Ha! We're That Damn Sexy.. team name, not personal description.. we're meant to be competing here tonight, but we're not sure where our locker room is.
ADONIS: Any chance you boys can help us out?
Pain and Punishment look at each other for a moment, then suddenly start beating down on the newcomers, wearing them down with stiff kicks and clubbing fists. Punishment picks Adonis off the floor, and whips him towards Pain, who hits him with the Kick of Death. Punishment then hauls O'Connor up to his feet, and delivers a big powerbomb, dropping him down on top of his partner. The two stand over the decimated team, smiles on their faces.
PAIN: Welcome to CZW.
The two turn and walk away down the hall, as medical personel arrive to tend to That Damn Sexy.
DANIELS: My god, did you see that!? What a sick attack!
MASTERS: Well come on, what sort of bloody jackass tries to get help from your opponents before a match!? They got what they deserved!
DANIELS: Come on, William! They're new here, they don't know who half these people are!
MASTERS: A: Adonis has been here before, he should know how it works. B: If they don't know who Pain and Punishment are, they should really put a bit more effort into their pre-match preparations! Now, they might not even be able to compete tonight, and good bloody riddance! *****-----*****
SINGLES MATCH *****-----***** The two men circle each other, each bouncing on his toes, trying to feel out his opponent. Suddenly, they charge. Shawn lunges at Hiro, who hops over him, then makes for the ropes. He rebounds, and this time it’s Shawn who leaps up to avoid the contact. Jiro hits the ropes again, only to have Shawn backflip over him, once again avoiding any attack. Jiro hits the ropes once more, and this time Shawn catches him with a back heel kick, dropping Jiro to the mat. DANIELS: Shawn Duncan with the first contact of the match! Shawn then leads Jiro into the corner, and starts delivering a few martial arts kicks to the legs and midsection. He delivers two chops to the chest.. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ..then whips Jiro across the ring into the opposing corner. Shawn pauses for a second, then charges forwards, hitting Jiro with a splash. Jiro stumbles forwards as Shawn steps out onto the apron, then leaps up onto the top rope, springboarding off and dropkicking Jiro in the back of the head. Shawn covers.. ONE! - - - - TW-KICK-OUT! Shawn picks Jiro back to his feet, and leads him into the centre of the ring. He scoops him up, and hit’s a backbreaker, before heading over to the ropes and stepping out onto the apron. He stretches briefly, then springs up onto the top rope, catapulting off and hitting Jiro with a leg drop. Another cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - KICK-OUT! Shawn stands Jiro up again, and whips him off the ropes. Jiro ducks a clothesline attempt, but Shawn catches him on the rebound with a hip toss, keeping hold and locking in a kneeling armbar. Jiro grimaces as Shawn wrenches the hold, reaching out for the ropes that lie well out of reach. DANIELS: Jiro stuck in no-man’s land here, and Shawn’s got that hold locked in tight! Shawn leans in, taking the opportunity to talk some trash. This proves to be a mistake, as Jiro reaches up and grabs Shawn by the neck, rolling him into a small package. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - KICK-OUT! DANIELS: Oh man, that was close! Shawn’s gotta be careful not to let his ego get the better of him here! Shawn looks ar Jiro in shock, as the debutant slowly gets back to his feet. Shawn rises, but Jiro immediately starts hitting him with a barrage of martial arts kicks, forcing Shawn back against the ropes. Jiro slaps Shawn in the face, then pulls him off the ropes, and hits a wrist-clutch exploder, bridging for the pin.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK-OUT! Jiro gets up, pulling Shawn with him. He tucks his head under Shawn’s armpit, and hits him with a bridging Northern Lights suplex.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK-OUT! Jiro picks Shawn up again, and whips him off the ropes. Jiro side-steps the first time, shoving Shawn in the back to build some more momentum. On the second occasion, he leaps up, taking Shawn over with a hurracanrana. Shawn crashes into the ropes, and as he slowly picks himself up again, Jiro hits the ropes once more.. DANIELS: And suddenly it’s Jiro, the debutant, who’s looking in control of this match! ..Jiro goes for a spinning heel kick, but Shawn ducks, helping Jiro on his way out the ring and down to the floor. MASTERS: Haha! Maybe not! Shawn hits the ropes. As Jiro gets up on the outside, Shawn leaps up onto the top rope, and goes for a suicide cross-body.. but Jiro moves, sending Shawn crashing chest-first into the barricade. DANIELS: Oh dear god! Shawn may have just shattered his ribcage! As Shawn writhes about on the floor, gasping for air, Jiro starts laying into him with stomps and kicks to those ribs. He picks Shawn up, and whips him into the ring steps, Shawn crashing back-first against the steel. Jiro then picks Shawn up and rolls him into the ring. DANIELS: Jiro now firmly in control, and with Shawn’s ribs obviously hurting, this could soon be over! Jiro climbs into the ring, and approaches the turnbuckle. He leaps up, and hits Shawn with a split-legged moonsault. Cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK OUT! DANIELS: Bah Gawd I don’t believe it! Shawn is still in this thing! Jiro thumps the mat, and gets to his feet, shouting something in Japanese. He drags Shawn into the centre of the ring, and shoves his head down between his legs, hooking the arms as he does so. DANIELS: Oh, wait a second! Jiro rolls Shawn up onto his shoulders.. but Shawn rolls through, attempting a sunset flip. However, Jiro manages to remain standing, and with Shawn laying underneath him, he leaps, looking for a leg drop. Shawn avoids that too, however, Jiro hitting nothing but mat. Jiro and Shawn both get up, and Shawn hits Jiro with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, the noise level in the arena getting noticeably louder in support of the “Awesome” one. DANIELS: Shawn could be getting a second wind here! Shawn picks Jiro up, and goes for an irish whip. Jiro keeps hold though, and draws Shawn in, catching him in the midsection with a knee. Shawn doubles over, and Jiro now hits the ropes. He approaches, but Shawn side-steps, quickly hitting him with a reverse neckbreaker. With Jiro positioned just in front of the turnbuckle, Shawn steps over him and climbs up, signalling for the Awesome Splash. DANIELS: And here we go! This could be it! Shawn checks Jiro below him, but then grabs his ribs, obviously still feeling the pain from earlier. He steps down off the turnbuckle, much to the disappointment of the fans, and delivers a few stomps to Jiro, before stepping through the ropes onto the apron. DANIELS: Shawn obviously worried about hurting those ribs even more, so it looks like we’re going for plan B! MASTERS: Wuss. Jiro staggers back to his feet, facing away from Shawn, who leaps up onto the top rope, and springboards off, hitting.. THE AWESOME BULLDOG. DANIELS: He hits it! It’s over! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE! DING DING DING! TOWERS: Here is your winner.. “AWESOME” SHAWWWN DUNCANNNNNN!!! DANIELS: A decent debut here for Jiro Hu, but in the end Shawn’s experience won through. Shawn is going to Money in the Bank, on the biggest stage of them all, HATEWAVE!!! *****-----*****
TAG TEAM THREE-WAY DANCE *****-----***** TOWERS: Ladies and gentlemen, due to That Damn Sexy being rendered unable to compete earlier tonight, this contest will now be a standard tag-team match! Pain & Punishment come out first, both looking very confident, particularly after their assault on Too Damn Sexy backstage earlier on. The Cut Throat Thrillers follow soon after, looking slightly more apprehensive given the size of their opponents, but no less sure of themselves than CZW viewers have come to expect. Blade and Pain start the match, the Cut Throat Thrillers finding themselves in the perhaps unusual position of having the power DISadvantage against their huge opponents. It’s perhaps unsurprising, then, that Pain quickly gets the upper hand, clubbing Blade across the back and whipping him off the ropes. Pain lifts Blade up with a military press, then drops him down onto the top rope, Blade bouncing off it and staggering backwards before being hit with a huge clothesline by Pain. Pain tags in Punishment, who hauls Blade up to his feet and hits a suplex, holding Blade vertically in the air for several seconds before finally dropping him down. Punishment follows up with a huge standing leg drop, then makes the first cover of the match.. ONE.. TWO.. KICK OUT! Punishment picks Blade up, and dumps him into his team’s corner. Pain applies a chokehold, as Punishment takes pot-shots at Blade’s stomach, Razor looking on helpless from across the ring. The tag is made, and Pain steps through the ropes, leading Blade out of the corner and hitting a powerslam. Cover.. ONE.. TWO.. RAZOR BREAKS IT UP! Razor dives out of the ring as Pain steps towards him, glaring at him threateningly. Pain picks Blade up again, and whips him off the ropes, hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Pain covers again.. ONE.. TWO.. RAZOR BREAKS IT UP! Razor makes his escape again, as Pain starts shouting at him, before demanding that the referee keep him out until he‘s tagged in. Pain then tags in Punishment, who also stares daggers at Razor before picking Blade up. Punishment whips Blade off the ropes, then hits him with a back body drop. Blade manages to keep hold, though, countering into a sunset flip! ONE.. TWO.. KICK OUT! Punishment is able to get up a lot quicker than the battered Blade, and clubs him across the back with a double axe-handle. He picks Blade up again, and whips him off the ropes, lifting him up for a spine buster.. but Blade counters, hitting Punishment with a DDT! DANIELS: Great counter, but Blade is out of it! Can he make the tag? Blade starts crawling slowly towards his corner, Razor jumping about desperately calling for the tag. Blade inches closer and closer, but Punishment gets back up and grabs him by the hair, pulling him up and away from the corner. Punishment grabs Blade by the throat, and lifts him up, setting him up for a chokeslam. However, Blade throws his legs up, wrapping them around Punishment’s head and executing a hurracanrana. Blade starts crawling again, reaching out for Razor.. and tags him in! DANIELS: Tag made! Here comes Razor! Razor dives into the ring, and takes Punishment down with a dropkick. He then charges over and knocks Pain off the apron, his face smashing into the barricade. Razor turns back into the ring, and hits Punishment with a knee-lift to the face. He then hits the ropes, and dropkicks Punishment in the face, dropping him to the mat. He then climbs up the turnbuckle, and hits an elbow drop from the top, before making the cover.. ONE.. T-KICK OUT WITH AUTHORITY! Razor slowly hauls Punishment up to his feet, and attempts an irish whip. Punishment resists, and attempts to throw Razor in the other direction, but Razor manages to keep hold, slingshotting Punishment into the turnbuckle. Razor then tags in Blade, now just about recovered from the beating he suffered earlier, and the two start double-stomping Punishment in the corner. They peel him out, and hit a double suplex. Blade then hits the ropes, and Razor catches him on the rebound, throwing Blade up and over his shoulders, with Blade landing in a double stomp on the sternum of Punishment. Blade makes the cover as Razor steps out through the ropes. ONE.. TWO.. KICK OUT! Blade lifts Punishment to his feet, chopping him a couple of times across the chest before hitting the ropes behind him. He rebounds, and chops the back of Punishment’s knee, dropping him down to the mat once again. Blade then steps onto the apron, and jumps up onto the top rope, springboarding off and hitting a leg drop. Another cover.. ONE.. TWO.. PAIN BREAKS IT UP! Pain goes to step back through the ropes, but Razor catches him, tackling him from behind and taking both of them out to the floor. Razor then dives under the apron, and pulls out a steel chair, smashing Pain in the face before sliding it into the ring. DANIELS: The Thrillers bringing out the weaponry! Blade picks the chair up, and waits for Punishment to get back to his feet. Punishment turns round, and Blade smashes the big man right in the knee caps. Punishment crumples to the floor with a yelp, and Blade continues his assault, smashing the chair down repeatedly on his legs. DANIELS: Blade looking to take out the big man’s vertical base, great strategy here! Blade stops his assault, then rests the chair against Punishment’s skull. He steps back against the ropes, and charges forwards, pausing for a moment before dropping an elbow right on the chair, right onto Punishment’s skull. Pin attempt.. ONE.. TWO.. THRE-KICK OUT! Blade slams the mat in frustration, wondering what he has to do to put the big man away. On the outside, Pain is starting to get the better of Razor, slamming his head into the guardrail. Razor drops to the floor, and Pain turns.. as Blade flies through the ropes, chair in hand, catching him right in the face and taking him down to the floor. Blade picks Razor up, and the two lift Pain to his feet, hauling him into the air and dropping him down nuts-first on the barricade. Razor picks up the chair, and climbs onto the apron, raising it into the air before jumping off, smashing Pain in the head and sending him toppling off the guardrail into the crowd. DANIELS: Bah Gawd, what impact! MASTERS: This is cheating! The Cut Throat Thrillers then head into the ring, where Punishment is just getting back to his feet. He charges, looking for a double clothesline, but the two duck. Punishment turns, and Razor tosses the chair to him, Punishment instinctively catching it, only to have Blade hit him with a spinning heel kick, smashing the chair against his cranium. Blade gets up, and the two discuss something for a moment, before pulling Punishment back to his feet and leading him over to the turnbuckle. Blade grabs him from behind by the arms, and starts climbing the turnbuckle. He gets to the top, and Razor smashes Punishment once more in the head, before dropping the chair on the canvas in front of him. DANIELS: What the hell are they planning here? Blade pulls up on Punishment’s arms, then places a foot between his shoulderblades. He pauses for a second, then pushes off the ropes, driving Punishment down to the mat, his fact colliding once again with the steel chair. DANIELS: BAH GAWD!!! That looked like.. a modified Curb Stomp.. right onto that steel chair!!! Blade covers, as Razor keeps watch to make sure Pain can’t interfere.. ONE.. TWO.. THREE!!! DING DING DING! TOWERS: Here are your winners.. THE CUT THROAT THRILLERS!!! *****-----*****
SINGLES MATCH *****-----***** MASTERS: Welcome back to Overdrive, and if you’re just joining us, you’re witnessing the beginning of a new era here in CZW! DANIELS: Indeed.. It appears that “The F’N Boss” TJ Hix, who will be in action later on tonight, incidentally, has assumed interim control of the company, and in his “opening address” tonight, he made some.. well, shocking announcements, to say the least. MASTERS: That’s right! We have a new security team! New match officials! And I, FINALLY, am gonna be getting a new commentary partner! DANIELS: Yes, well.. MASTERS: You’re not commentating anymore! DANIELS: Well, I’m on “pro- MASTERS: You’re on probation! DANIELS: Yes, but.. MASTERS: Frank Finch will be taking your place! DANIELS: Alright, goddammit! The lights go down, and “Slow Chemical” by Finger Eleven hits the sound system, causing the fans to let out a chorus of boos. TOWERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. from Edinburgh, Scotland.. weighing in at 301lbs.. SSSHHHRRRAAAPPPNNNEEELLL!!! Shrapnel steps out onto the stage, an evil scowl on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp and enters the ring, performing a few last-minute warm-ups as he faces the CombatTron, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. DANIELS: Well, Shrapnel certainly does not appear to be in the best of moods tonight, and you can hardly blame him! His Ultraviolent Title reign of 2 months was ended at Fade2Black by Mountain Man, and you’ve gotta believe, he’s on a mission tonight! MASTERS: I certainly wouldn’t want to be stepping into the ring with him, that’s for sure! Shrapnel’s music fades, and an excited silence engulfs the room for a few moments, before “New Generation” by Adelita’s Way kicks in, the crowd cheering in response. DANIELS: Well, no-one would really claim that Tommy Sixx is the most popular man on the CZW roster, but he’s unquestionably the fan favourite here tonight! Shrapnel takes a few steps forwards, his face contorted with intensity, as the music and lights continue. However, Tommy does not appear. MASTERS: Don’t tell me he chickened out! I mean.. I know I said I wouldn’t wanna be in the ring with Shrapnel tonight, but this is just cowardice! Shrapnel leans on the ropes, begging Tommy to come out and fight. Suddenly, from behind.. *SMASH!!!* DANIELS: Sixx with a steel chair! Where the hell did he come from!? Shrapnel arches his back, grimacing from the impact as the lights come up. Tommy clutches the chair tightly, hopping on the spot, stalking the big man. Shrapnel turns to face him, and Tommy blasts him right in the head, sending him reeling back against the ropes. Tommy turns, and hits the ropes on the other side of the ring. He leaps, but Shrapnel grabs him in mid air, spinning round as if to throw Tommy over the top rope. Tommy fights free just in time though, and manages to land on the apron facing into the ring, still clutching the chair. He jabs Shrapnel in the ribs with it, then tosses it into the ring, before leaping over Shrapnel sunset-flip-style. Tommy rolls through, and gets back to his feet with chair in hand once again. He turns, and tosses the chair at the turning Shrapnel, who catches it instinctively, only to have Tommy hit him with a 540 roundhouse kick, smashing Shrapnel in the face with the steel once more and dropping him to the mat. DANIELS: What impact! And what a start here by Sixx! Tommy immediately goes for the cover.. ONE! - - - - KICK-OUT! Shrapnel powers out, literally throwing Tommy up into the air. Tommy jumps up, and hits the ropes. Shrapnel gets to a knee, as Tommy approaches, feinting to execute a Shining Wizard, then kicking Shrapnel in the back of the head. DANIELS: Instant Replay! Tommy jumps up again, and hits the ropes, this time rolling into a handstand before hitting the downed Shrapnel with the Polaroid. Another cover.. ONE! - - - - TW-KICK OUT! DANIELS: Again Shrapnel kicks out strongly, but this is great strategy by Tommy Sixx, using his speed and agility to his advantage! Tommy gets up again, and one more time he goes to the ropes. Shrapnel gets to a knee again.. and leaps up, clotheslining Tommy almost out of his skin. DANIELS: Good LORD!! Did you see that impact!? MASTERS: I don’t think I’ve even seen Krimzon Blaze flip as much as Tommy did then! HAHA! Shrapnel lifts Tommy to his feet, and throws him against one of the turnbuckles. He delivers a few big fists to the head, then lifts a leg and starts trying to choke him out with his boot. DANIELS: Come on, ref! Shrapnel keeps the choke applied for a few seconds, then draws Tommy out of the corner, hoisting him up over his shoulders and hitting him with a Samoan drop. Shrapnel gets back to his feet, and steps through the ropes onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. MASTERS: This isn’t gonna end well for Tommy.. Shrapnel settles himself, then leaps off, nailing Tommy with a huge elbow drop. Lateral press.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK-OUT! DANIELS: No! Bah Gawd, somehow Tommy kicked out! Shrapnel hauls Tommy back to his feet, and whips him off the ropes. Tommy rebounds, and Shrapnel catches him, hitting a HUGE sidewalk slam. Another cover.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - TH-KICK-OUT! DANIELS: No! Sixx again, in the nick of time, JUST manages to get the shoulder up! Shrapnel shakes his head, then gets up to his feet again. He picks Tommy up, and delivers a headbutt, before tucking Tommy’s head under an arm and hitting a stalling brainbuster, driving the top of Tommy‘s head into the canvas. DANIELS: Good god, Tommy’s head just dented the ring mat! MASTERS: Well, Tommy started strongly, but Shrapnel is dominating now, and honestly, it looks like only a matter of time until he picks up the win! This time, Shrapnel doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, he picks Tommy up, and props him up against the ropes, Tommy hanging limply off the top one. Shrapnel punches Tommy in the head once, twice, three times, then whips him off the ropes. He hoists Tommy up, looking for a spinebuster.. but Tommy grabs him in a headlock, wrapping his legs around Shrapnel’s muscular frame in a modified Anaconda Vice. DANIELS: The Devil’s Halo! Tommy’s got that vice grip locked in! Shrapnel thrashes around, trying to shake Tommy off, but the “Rockstarr Canadien” holds on tight. Shrapnel drops down to a knee, his resistance clearly fading. Tommy continues to wrench, and Shrapnel falls forward, Tommy’s back now resting on the canvas. DANIELS: Shrapnel is fading here, how much does he have left? The referee checks to make sure both of Tommy’s shoulders aren’t on the mat, as Shrapnel starts to jab at his opponent’s ribcage. A few hefty shots, and Tommy’s grip starts to loosen slightly. In a sudden burst of strength, Shrapnel locks his arms around Tommy’s waist, and forces himself back up to a knee. He takes a second, then struggles to an upright position, before somehow managing to throw Tommy off with a belly-to-belly suplex. DANIELS: Suplex! What strength and resilience there by Shrapnel! Shrapnel gets to his feet, spluttering slightly as he tries to get his breath back. He turns and watches as Tommy slowly hauls himself up again.. and raises a hand into the air. DANIELS: Here we go! Shrapnel looking for the Exit Wound! Tommy staggers round towards Shrapnel.. who grabs him around the throat. MASTERS: This is it! Shrapnel hooks Tommy’s leg, then hoists him up into the air. Suddenly, Tommy flings his free leg up, wrapping it around Shrapnel’s head, and flipping back looking for a hurracanrana. Shrapnel resists though, and hauls Tommy up into the powerbomb position. He settles, and lifts Tommy up, but Sixx rolls forwards, taking Shrapnel down with a sunset flip.. DANIELS: Wait a second! Sixx with the roll-up!!! ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THRE-KICK-OUT! DANIELS: NO! Bah Gawd I can’t believe it! Sixx can’t believe it! He thought he had it won! Tommy lays back on the canvas, exasperated at the fact that Shrapnel kicked out. He rolls towards the ropes, and slowly pulls himself to his feet, as Shrapnel does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Suddenly, Tommy charges forwards, and strikes the hunched-over Shrapnel ride in the side of the head with the sole of his boot. DANIELS: OHH! What a shot! MASTERS: He just took Shrapnel’s head off!!! Shrapnel crumples back onto the mat, as Tommy steps through the ropes onto the apron. He pauses for breath, watching as Shrapnel slowly gets back to his feet, then leaps up onto the top rope, twisting 180 degrees.. DANIELS: Wait a second!! Tommy springboards off, twisting round again to face the now-upright Shrapnel.. who catches him in mid-air by the throat and leg. DANIELS: A Rose For.. No, wait! Shrapnel staggers backwards slightly, then thrusts Tommy into the air, slamming him to the canvas with the Exit Wound. DANIELS: EXIT WOUND! Shrapnel countered! MASTERS: It’s over!!! Shrapnel drops to a knee beside Tommy, then hooks the leg.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING! TOWERS: The winner of this match.. SSSHHHRRRAAAPPPNNNEEELLL!!! Shrapnel stands over Syxx with a demented look on his face. He is smiling sadistically, He rolls out of the ring and marches up to the ring announcer and grabs his microphone and the chair he is sitting in causing him to fall to the ground. He throws the chair into the ring and rolls back inside. He begins to speak: Shrapnel: I told all of you people i was going to sqaush this insect tonight and i did. Im sick and tired of still being labeled the new boy. I held the Ultraviolent title for nearly 3 months and not many people came CLOSE to challenging me....Those days are over now.....NO LONGER DOES SHRAPNEL FILL THE LOWER CARD! you people have NO IDEA! what i am capable of in this federation and that UV title run was merely a "break in" for me. So ive got a message for someone hiding in the locker room back there.....Brian Blaze... im coming for you son and more importantly that X divsion title that currently hangs around your waste...I got used to carrying gold around and i want that experience back....So im letting every single one of you simpletons in this crowd tonight know that i am officially turning down my rematch for the UV title and going for the X division and beating this clown tonight just made me the number 1 contender. He begins to laugh then he picks up the chair and stands over syxx who is only now beggining to come round. He wraps the chair around the throat and neck of the rockstar and jumps on it with all 301 pounds of his weight. Syxx rolls around the ring in agony and starts to bleed profusely from his mouth. Shrapnel goes for the mic again. Shrapnel: Brian Blaze....and any other fool who attempts to stand in my way....take a good look...better still pre book your bed in the hospital because NOTHING will stand in my way...IM COMING BLAZE! YOU HEAR ME SON!...IM COMING! He begins to laugh again and drops the mic with a thud...he slides out of the ring and walks back up the entrace ramp grinning while his music hits. DANIELS: Did you hear that, William!? Brian Blaze beware, Shrapnel is coming for your X-Title!!! *****-----*****
Jarred Daniels: Ladies and gentlemen, we have had one crazy night so far.
William Masters: And it’s only gonna get crazier. Especially now that The f**king Boss…yours and mine has decided to bring down the iron fist on those unfit to work for the CzW.
Jarred Daniels: Don’t remind me.
A wall of TVs are lowered onto the stage as ’The Pretender’ by Foo Fighters hit’s the PA. The same video from Fade 2 Black plays until the face of Cage Stryker is seen in HD TV. The televisions explode as Cage Stryker stands in the midst of the debris with a sly smirk wearing a red and black hoodie with HD embroidered on the back.
Jarred Daniels: And there he is William…your champion and mine…he is High Definition Cage Stryker…CzW World Heavyweight Champion.
William Masters: Speak for yourself. He may be the CzW Champ, but he’s not mine.
Jarred Daniels: Who pray tell is?
William Masters: None other than our FN Boss TJ Hix.
Jarred Daniels: Keep layin it on thick why don’t you?
William Masters: Why hasn’t TJ gotten a title shot anyway? Mr. Killjoy got a title in a matter of weeks…TJ has already put in more time than that. He should be going for the IC Title tonight…but El Pab Smear is too chicken to put it on the line against the greatest of all time.
Cage Stryker makes his way down the ramp slappin hands with his fans as his title shimmers around his waist. He gets to the ring and runs around him slapping more hands and appealing to the fans before jumping on the commentary table and throws his hood of his head and holds the title high in the air as the fans explode as chants of HD erupt. Cage hops off the table and slides into the ring
William Masters: Look at this shit. He tracked dirt all over out commentary table.
Cage gets a mic from Jessica Towers. He kisses her on the hand and then climbs up on a turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air holding his title up high for all to see. He hops down and goes to the opposite corner and appeals to his fans again. After going to the other two corners he finally stands in the middle of the ring.
Cage: HELLO HALIFAX!!!
The fans erupt as Cage smiles
Cage: That’s right…you see it. Your champ is STILL here!!
The fans roar their approval.
Cage: I must admit though, I was concerned. Tim got his shit together finally. He knew what he wanted…he knew what he desired. And finally…he was sure he was going to be the man to finally finish High Definition Cage Stryker. He was wrong…bad wrong. See…no matter how much drive he has…mines ten times as such. However Tim…I salute you.
Cage looks over at the Tron where a picture of Tim Timmons is displayed. He stands and salutes the picture.
Cage: That’s right…pillar to post…we brought down the mother f**kin house. You have taken me to levels I never thought possible. Hell, look at me…here I stand…the reigning CzW World Champion…and you…you’re a contender. You are in the top tier of CzW along with greats like Ace King…Derek Damage…El Pablo…and of course…Cage Stryker.
Cage runs his hands through his hair before flashing his pearly whites at the crowd in a warming smile. He winks at the camera.
Cage: The feud has raged for four months now, but finally…it may finally be over. Greenhouse matches, barbed wire matches, tag matches…Tim…we’ve been through hell and back. However, it’s been an honor.
The crowd breaks into a Holy Shit…Holy Shit…chant as they all said it in unison.
William Masters: Has Cage gone mental?
Jarred Daniels: I didn’t think you were a fan of his anyway.
William Masters: I’m not…but fact of the matter is this…Tim is a bonafide loser. Tim could have beat the unholy hell out of High Definition…but he utterly loses. As much as I hate to say it…the man in the ring is a winner.
Cage waits for the crowd to simmer down.
Cage: I know…I know. That’s probably the last thing any of you all would have expected me to say. It’s the truth though. Sure, Jordan Bryant and I had some bouts…I may have won the TV Title off Shawn Waters…but…no one…and I do mean no one has ever made me look deep down inside of myself and truly show what I am capable of. Tim Timmons made me finally do it. Tim…these last four months have been a pain in my ass thanks to you Tim…but you know what…I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Because thanks to you…I have proven to be one hell of a World Champion.
The crowd cheers.
Cage: But…as the old saying goes…all good things must come to an end…and Fade 2 Black was the end…it was the end of one of the most monumental wars CzW has ever seen…but finally…it has ended and now we have two others ready to step up and try to stop me now. Tim was unsuccessful…however, a returning Ronnie McNeil and Brian Kirkland have decided they to want to try their hands at me. To both of them, I just want to say…I welcome the challenge. Because after all…I am the CZW WORLD CHAMPION!!!
Cage smiles and appeals the crowd as he holds the belt high in the air. *****-----***** *****-----***** RETURN MATCH Justin Marsham vs "The Realist" Kris Kash *****-----***** The two lock up, Marsham instantly twisting and grabbing Kash in a headlock. Kash pushes him off, and Marsham hits the ropes. Kash attempts a clothesline, but Marsham ducks. He hits the ropes on the other side, and Kash hits him with a Yakuza kick, dropping him to the mat. Kash looks for a standing moonsault, but Marsham rolls out of the way. Kash scouts it, and lands on his feet, then charges past Marsham, hitting the ropes once more. Marsham drops his head, and Kash kicks him in the midsection, dropping him down with a snap DDT. Kash gets back up, and scouts Marsham as he too slowly rises, grabbing him from behind and hitting an inverted sitout side powerslam. Kash covers.. ONE! - - - KICK-OUT! Kash picks Marsham up, and leads him over to the corner. He scoops Marsham up, and puts him in the tree of woe position, stomping on him a couple of times before stepping back into the centre of the ring. Kash checks himself, then charges forward, hitting Marsham in the face with a baseball slide. Kash gets back up, and pulls Marsham up horizontal with the top rope, pausing for a second before hitting him with a modified version of Countin’ Stacks. Kash pulls Marsham away from the corner and makes another pin attempt.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - KICK-OUT! Kash picks Marsham up once more, and takes him over with a snapmare. He runs past him and hit’s the ropes, looking for a Shining Wizard on the rebound, but Marsham grabs Kash’s leg, rolling backwards and taking Kash down, reversing the move into the Executioners Song! However, Kash is close enough to the ropes to grab hold before Marsham can properly lock the move in, forcing “The Epitome” to let go. Marsham shakes the cobwebs loose as Kash gets back up, and the two meet in the centre of the ring. Kash goes to lock up, but Marsham kicks him in the stomach, then strikes him a few times in the head before stepping behind and locking in a cobra clutch. Marsham applies the hold for a few seconds, before hooking Kash’s leg with his own and hitting a Russian leg sweep. Marsham quickly hits an elbow drop, then pulls Kash to his feet, stepping behind and hitting a dragon suplex. Marsham keeps his grip, rolling over and pulling Kash up in order to hit a second.. and then a third, bridging for a pin.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - KICK-OUT! Marsham picks Kash up once more, and whips him off the ropes. As Kash rebounds, Marsham picks him up onto his shoulders, pausing for a moment before throwing him off, dropping Kash’s neck down onto his knee. DANIELS: A neckbreaker over the knee, and that looked nasty! Kash slumps to the floor, clutching the back of his neck. Marsham steps through the ropes onto the apron, waiting for Kash to get back to his feet. Eventually, he does so, and Marsham jumps up onto the top rope, springboarding off and taking Kash down with an Air Marsham clothesline. Marsham drops another elbow, then picks Kash up again, hitting him with Wicked Driver number 4. Marsham then covers again.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - KICK-OUT! Marsham picks Kash up again, but this time Kash fights back ,dropping to his knees and hitting Marsham with a jawbreaker. Kash gets to his feet and hits the ropes, taking Marsham down with a flying head scissors. Kash stands up again, and as Marsham pulls himself back up, Kash grabs him from behind, lifting him up and over and driving him down with the 187 vertebreaker. Kash now covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - KICK-OUT! Kash hits Marsham with some fists to the head, then picks him up and leads him over to the turnbuckle again. Kash slams Marsham’s head against it, then spins him around and drives his knee into his gut. Kash knees him again, then starts stomping him down, eventually forcing Marsham down into a sitting position. Kash steps back, then charges forwards, looking for a facewash.. but Marsham rolls out of the way, leaving Kash hung up on the second rope. He pulls himself out, and turns round, only to be met with a kick to the gut from Marsham, who grabs Kash in a front facelock. DANIELS: Wait a minute! Assassination DDT! Kash fights out, however, lifting Marsham up and hitting him with an inverted atomic drop. Kash then grabs Marsham and whips him off the ropes. Kash catches him, and attempts a tilt-a-whirl slam. Somehow, Marsham twists out of it, landing on his feet and catching Kash with.. DANIELS: Assassination DDT! This time he hits it! Marsham covers.. ONE! - - - - TWO! - - - - THREE!!! DING DING DING! TOWERS: Here is your winner, JUSTIN MARSHAMMM!!! DANIELS: A successful return for the former Intercontinental Champion, who will now have his sights set on reclaiming that belt from the man in action later tonight, the Five Star Superstar, El Pablo! *****-----*****
TORNADO TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH *****-----***** Jessica Towers: “Our next event is for the CZW Global Tag Team Championship and is a Tornado Match where all four men are legal at all times! Introducing our first team: members of Team XTC, ‘The Misfit’ Mike Monroe and ‘The Aerial Specialist’ Krimson Blaze, The Tru Family Crew!” Monroe and Blaze, wearing matching XTC T-shirts over their usual gear, greet the fans as they go down to the ring. They circle the ring once then get inside, and climb to the second rope at opposite turnbuckles still acknowledging the fans. Towers: “Their opponents, and current CZW Global Tag Team Champions, The Real Deal Rob Wright and KING, THE NEXT GENERATION!” KING and Wright come out in two totally different modes. Wright walks down to the ring calmly, sneering at the fans as if they disgusted him and taunting them with the fact he holds a championship belt. KING, meanwhile, does nothing to look at the audience, his stern, intense gaze focused firmly on the ring and the men already inside. The duo ascend into the squared circle and stare into the faces of their contenders. The bell rings and Jessica quickly leaves the ring. Jarred: “And we’re starting. Mike Monroe and Krimson Blaze have launched themselves at the champs and are throwing punch after punch! I don’t think KING and Rob were expecting a start like this!” Williams: “Maybe not, but you’ll see pretty quickly why the Next Generation are the champs.” KB places Wright against the ropes, steps back, and hits with a high cross body, dumping both of them over the top rope and onto the floor. In the ring, meanwhile, Monroe is still punching KING, but the painted faced bad guy rakes his fingers across Mike’s eyes. Mike stumbles away trying to clear his vision while King is bent over, seeming to rub his neck. Mike turns and rushes KING, but the Japan-influenced grappler sprays green mist into his opponent’s eyes! Mike is staggered, and KING grabs him and forces him into the corner where he starts hitting with head butts, football kicks, and knee strikes, ending the series with a Running palm strike. Masters: “Aha! KING with his Violence Party! That stings like hell!” King continues his assault, pulling Monroe out of the corner and planting him with a snap suplex. Outside the ring, KB is controlling Rob Wright, walking across the ring barrier and hitting with flying clothesline! Rob stands very quickly and keeps his wits about him. Blaze comes at him again and Rob hits the floor, Krimson sailing right over ‘The Real Deal’ and hitting the corner ring post. There at ringside, Rob takes advantage of KB’s momentary vulnerability by locking on a figure four leglock. Rob, screaming into the camera: “I’ll take his legs out! Then he’s nothing. NOTHING!” In the ring, KING is in complete control, hitting with a dragon suplex and then releasing. The Yakuza then climbs to the top rope. Masters: “Shooting Star Press! It’s over!” Jarred: “Mike Monroe rolled out of the way!” KING crashes to the mat as Monroe rises unsteadily to his feet. He considers going for KING but notices his partner’s predicament at ringside. Mike steps over to the ropes, catapults himself over the top, and hits with a legdrop to ringside onto Rob Wright’s neck! Jarred: “Did you see that? That was incredible!” Masters: “I won’t say that Monroe and Blaze don’t have skills. I just hate their guts!” At ringside and KING in the ring, all four men slowly rise, all of them already having taken some punishment. KING rolls out of the ring and grabs Krimson while Rob shoves Mike and then punches him. King has Blaze against the corner post and is laying in another series of strikes, this time his Bad Company repeated slaps and backhand chops, but when he goes for the open-handed spinning backfist, its Blazes turn to duck and KING hits the post full force, shouting in pain and cradling his hand! Jarred: “I think he hurt himself.” Masters: “Damn that Krimson Blaze for not just taking the hit! It is his fault!” Realizing King is vulnerable, Blaze rolls him back into the ring, climbs to the ring apron, and catapults himself into the ring to drop an elbow on the prone KING. Krimson plays to the audience as he prepares to go up to the top. Outside, Rob Wright and Mike Monroe are blasting each other with punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and whatever else they can launch until The Mountain Man, out of nowhere, crashes into Monroe from behind! The big man points Rob to the ring even as Blaze launches from the top rope and hits KING with a 450 Splash and goes for the pin! 1... 2... BAM! Rob Wright, from his own top rope perch, hits with a flying elbow across the back of Krimson’s head! Wright stays on him, standing Blaze up, locking him in, lifting him into the air, and hitting his patented ‘Seal the Deal’ Jackhammer! He goes for his own pin of Blaze. 1... 2... KABLAM!!! It’s El Pablo, catapulting into the ring and hitting a flying head butt on Wright! Almost on cue, Tim Timmons arrives, pulling EP out of the ring and whaling on him. Caleb Walker is here too, helping Mountain Man punish Mike Monroe! Just as quickly, the Kaiju Warriors arrive and join the brawl! Jarred: “This is just like Fade 2 Black. Chaos has descended on the Global Tag Team match. KING is still favoring his hand as Rob Wright and Caleb Walker stomp on Krimson Blaze. Wright goes for a pin, but the ref is not even in the ring anymore, having run for cover. Pablo is brawling with Timmons while Godzilla Sawyer and Kaneda Kong flail at Mountain Man, Monroe still trying to get his wits. Caleb jumps out to assist MTM, and Sawyer reciprocates by grabbing a chair. He swings and Caleb ducks but Timmons is right there and gets the chair to the back of the head! Pablo give Sawyer the thumbs up but Sawyer shrugs before Rob Wright leaps out of the ring on top of both men! The bell rings and security personnel arrive to the ring and begin to break the brawl up even as an EMT looks at KING’s hand. As the chaos melts away, CZW President Brian Damage appears on the huge Tron screen. Brian Damage: “So, for the second event in a row, you guys all decide you have to be involved. At Fade 2 Black, we at least had an ending to the match. I think that will be impossible now for tonight, so I will say right now that the belts stay with The Next Generation but The Tru Family Crew will receive a rematch! HOWEVER, we need to bring all of this interference to a close. There will be no interference from any of you in each others matches at Hatewave II. Anyone who interferes with and XTC, Next Gen, or Kaiju match will be fired! Furthermore, next week on Overdrive, the show that will precede Hatewave, will be a five-on-five team match! It looks like KING may have received an injury, so I will go ahead and announce that it will be El Pablo, Krimson Blaze, Mike Monroe, and The Kaiju Warriors against Tim Timmons, Rob Wright, Mountain Man, Impaler, and Caleb Walker in a Tornado Falls Count Anywhere match! There will be five referees for the match to follow all participants, and whoever gets the first pinfall or submission gets the win for his team! Hopefully, this will allow you all to work out your problems and help you avoid making ME one of your problems! Now we have another match to go, so I suggest all of you except for El Pablo get back to your dressing rooms and stay there! Jarred: “Whoa! Brian Damage just booked a huge match and made a stipulation about Hatewave! Incredible.” Masters: “Well Next Generation is a team and they will prove how strong their team really is. XTC and those fake monsters won’t know what hit them!” *****-----*****
MAIN EVENT *****-----***** “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the main event. Introducing first, weighing in at 220 lbs and accompanied to the ring by Allescha McVay, hailing from Brooklyn, New York...here is ‘The F’N Boss T. J. HIX!” Hix comes out onto the ramp followed by Allescha. He ignores the fans and their sudden chorus of jeers as he walks quickly, purposefully down to the ring. With an angry expression and a swagger that exemplifies his arrogance, he grabs the microphone from Jessica Towers. Hix: “You know, I’ve taken a lot of crap from people in this promotion, but this is damn insulting! I don’t care what El Pablo has done or what belt he has right now! I”M THE BOSS, and I shouldn’t be announced first! I shouldn’t have to wait for you, you, you, or anyone else! If I were up against Cage Stryker tonight, the highly vaunted World’s Champ, HE should have to wait for ME! Someone ought to be fired for this!” He slaps the mic back into Jessica’s hand and stands in the corner. Jessica: “And his opponent in this non-title match, weighing in at 195 lbs and hailing from Portsmouth, England, the current Combat Zone Intercontinental Champion...ELLL PAAAABLO!!!” The audience now explodes in cheers as El Pablo appears at the wrestler’s entrance with his hands raised in the air and the title belt around his waist, the leather of the belt colored to match the pink of his outfit. With Hix pacing impatiently in the ring, The Five Star Superstar takes his time greeting fans as he approaches the ring. Circling once, he climbs up to the apron and then laughs at Hix, who is baring his teeth in anger. Allescha and Jessica leave the ring as the bell sounds. Jarred: “Well, we’re underway in the last match of the night. Now, I’m really hoping to see some dynamite here tonight, William. I mean, despite he antics in other situations, T. J. Hix is an accomplished wrestler. If he keeps things as wrestling tonight, we could have a fine solid match tonight.” Masters: “If by that you mean you want Hix to kick El Poopstain’s teeth in, I agree wholeheartedly with you!” The two circle then lock up in the center of the ring. With Hix having only a slight height and weight advantage neither man can push the other around, but the masked man pulls The Boss into a side headlock and really grinds it in. Hix tries to push his opponent off into the ropes but Pablo stays locked on and grinds the headlock in some more, then nails TJ with three punches to the top of the head! Hix slips the move and shouts at Pablo, then shouts at the audience as they laugh. Masters: “El Placebo is taking Hix lightly here. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to make fun of a man of The Boss’ caliber.” They link up again, and this time Hix pulls Pablo in to a side headlock. Pablo struggles for a moment then slips backward, cinching TJ’s left arm into a hammerlock. TJ shouts out in surprise, then reverses into a second hammerlock. EP plays to the audience for a moment, then reaches down between his legs with his free hand to grab The Boss’ foot, lifting it up. Hix releases the hold as he falls onto his back, and Pablo goes to town kicking Hix’s left leg 8 times right near the knee! Pablo drops his elbow onto the leg twice, then stands and twirls the leg into a spinning toe hold, Hix squirming on the mat in pain! Hix reaches the ropes and pulls himself out onto the apron, effectively breaking the hold. Standing up, he looks at Pablo in the ring. Hix: “So, that’s how you want it?” Pablo responds by clapping his hands, with the audience quickly joining in. His ducks back under the ropes and back into the ring. The twosome lock up a third time, with Hix almost immediately swooping forward and locking on a top wristlock, using his slight height and weight advantage to good use. Pablo struggles for about five seconds then twist himself out of the hold, ending up with TJ’s left arm in his hands. Pablo give Hix two arm-twisters, The Boss again cringing to the fans delight. Hix then reverses and captures EP’s arm, then hits with three short kicks to the bicep and a trio of arm-twisters, with the third flipping Pablo onto the mat. Hix drops a leg onto the still captured arm and cinches an arm bar, The Boss’ legs scissored atop his victim’s chest! Masters: “You see? Pablo probably expected a lot of things tonight, but did he expect to be countered move for move by Mr. Hix? The Boss is a master of the game.” Jarred: “I’m sure The Five Star Superstar is well aware of his opponent’s credentials in wrestling.” Masters: “I would be surprised if El Po-boy can remember his name and Social Security Number by the time Hix is done.” Jarred: “Um...Pablo is from England, William. I don’t think he has a Social number.” Masters: “And that would be Obama’s fault, I’m sure.” In the ring, still locked into the arm bar, El Pablo slowly rolls into the move and gets his feet on the mat, then lifts himself over Hix, TJ’s shoulders on the mat. The ref counts. 1... 2... Hix breaks the hold and rolls to his feet, getting his shoulders up in the process. As he rises, Pablo is running the ropes and hits a short dropkick to TJ’s leg, the same Pablo had been working before. He kicks the leg three times, the third causing Hix to lose his balance and again hit the mat. Pablo is off the ropes again as he attempts a short splash, but Hix rolls away with EP landing on his belly. The masked man lifts himself to his hands and knees but The Boss is there, grabbing the weakened arm and straddling EP, cinching a reverse armbar. This time we hear The Superstar grunt in pain, but then flips over onto his back, his arm twisting painfully, and punches Hix with his free hand three times in the face. Hix stumbles back covering his face in his hands as Pablo does a ‘spinarooni’ to his feet. EP swoops in and schoolboys Hix. 1... 2... Hix kicks out, no where near ready to quit yet. Both men surge to their feet but a canny TJ Hix steps back for a moment and cracks his turning with a superkick! Pablo hits the mat with a dull ‘THUD’, Hix now making a pin attempt. 1... Pablo kicks out, and Hix pulls him into a sitting position and applies another arm bar. Jarred: “I am shocked here, William. Not only has The Boss refrained from any cheating tactics despite the fact that this match is CZW rules, he’s showing some admirable scientific skills.” Masters: “What I think, Jarred, is that El Porkbutt has inadvertently challenged Hix. The Boss is a proud man, and in this case I think he wants to prove he can outwrestle the best of them. If he gets frustrated he may resort to hardcore moves, but until then he wants to show everyone what he can do, and The Five Star Super-Soaker’s arm is paying the price right now.” Hix wrenches at the arm, then pushes Pablo onto his back and drops his knee hard down on the same wounded arm. Pablo squirms in agony as Hix then stomps numerous times on the appendage, EP trying to protect it. Hix stands his opponent up while holding the assaulted limb, steps through the ropes, then drops down to ringside, snapping the arm over the top rope. Pablo is stamping his feet against the pain as Hix climbs back to the apron. He steps in the ring, then flips off the booing audience before turning back to his enemy. Jarred: “ENZUGIRI! El Pablo just nailed an enzugiri kick out of nowhere! The head of the Boss bounced off the mat as he fell face first!” Hix tries to shake it off, lifting himself up onto his knees as Pablo takes a quick break in the corner. His just gets to his feet and Pablo pounces, hitting a running high knee lift that drives his nemesis into a corner. Pablo grabs ahold and whips Hix across into the opposite turnbuckle, then follows him in with a Handspring Elbow. With the fans getting loud behind him, Pablo lays in with a series of ten kicks to TJ’s gut, then mounts the second rope and hits ten punches to his victim’s head, the audience counting along! Pablo hip tosses Hix out of the corner, then hits a rolling thunder splash! 1... 2... NO! Hix with a shoulder up! Pablo continues the onslaught, however, not missing a beat. Hix rolls over and staggers to his feet as Pablo hops to the top rope, walking the top rope and rocking TJ with a flying clothesline! He stands The Boss up, whips him into the ropes, and drops him again with a perfect spinebuster! Hix tries to get his bearings by sliding out of the ring to ringside, but Pablo quickly runs the ropes again, jumping out of the ring between the top and second rope to take his opponent out with another clothesline! Pablo is on fire as he raises his arms into the air, the crowd screaming their support. He lifts Hix up and prepares to roll him back into the ring...but Hix, the wily veteran, suddenly grabs EP and shoves him left-arm first into the ring pole! Pablo groans loudly with the hit, and Hix rolls the masked man into the ring! Dragging Pablo to the middle of the ring, Hix locks him in for a ride and Choke Slams Pablo down to the canvass. Masters: “Oh, yeah! There’s a move Hix doesn’t get to use often at his size, but he loves doing it when he can!” Now in charge, Hix lifts Pablo off his feet and slams him down hard onto the hurt arm. He stands Pablo up and backs him into the turnbuckle, hitting with a series of Magnum Strike chops to Pablo’s midsection. Hix backs away, then hits a forward dropkick to his target’s chest, Pablo dropping down into a sitting position. Hix, his grin from one side of his face to the other, crosses the ring, charges at his sitting opponent, and does the Bronco Buster, his crotch right in El Pablo’s face~ Hix: “This is all he’s good for!” Still smiling, Hix pulls Pablo to the center of the ring and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a Samoan Drop! Hix grins even more... ...until Pablo begins to wiggle and fight the move! He unbalances Hix and rolls him backward, The Boss’ feet up in the air. Jarred: “Hix’s shoulders are down!” Referee: “One...” Referee and Jarred: “Two...” Referee, Jarred, and audience: “THREE!” Hix kicks out but a fraction of a second to late! Masters: “I can’t believe this!” Jessica Towers: “The winner of this match, The Five Star Superstar...ELLL PAAAABLO!” Jarred: “You may have many colorful names for the Intercontinental Champion, William, but tonight you have to call him the winner.” Masters: “Shut up, Daniels.” The referee raises EP's hand in victory, the Five Star Superstar doubled up somewhat as an effect of the gruelling contest. Suddenly, from behind.. SMACK! Jarred: What the hell!? Wait a second!!! El Pablo drops to his knees, his back contorted in pain just in front of a steel chair, weilded by.. Masters: Silencio! Jarred: Dammit! What the hell is he doing here!? Silencio hands the chair to a chubby, smartly-dressed man standing beside him. The man steps along El Pablo with a smug grin, and holds the chair in front of the Five Star Superstar's face as Silencio hits the ropes, dropkicking the chair on the rebound. Jarred: Oh my god, the EPIC Champion's nose may be shattered! Hix is now back on his feet, and pats Silencio and his companion on the back, the three of them staring down at the unconscious El Pablo. Hix starts to smile sadistically, and looks down the camera lens. HIX: I told you you'd be witnessing a new start here in CZW. Now, let us all bear witness to the changing of the guard.. the end of the old ways.. the end of Team XTC! TJ snaps his fingers as the lights go out. Jarred: Not this again. When the lights come back on…El Pablo lies face down in a pool of blood as the three men from F2B hover over him with devilish grins. TJ: Man…you guys are getting quick. Heh…either way…Ruth. Like I said earlier. It’s not over between us yet. I was unjustifiably defeated last week at Fade 2 Black by you and your bitch girlfriend Sirena. Heh…we did get the last laugh however. Now Ruth…you can save your beloved team…if you accept my challenge. One on one…you and I…this time however…the stipulation is this…if I win…you become my property. Now if you mange to win again…you get any request you want from me. Heh…the ball is in your court now. TJ slides back into the ring after pulling his sledgehammer from under the ring. The Brothers of Misery hold the helpless El Pablo as TJ drives the head of the hammer right into his head. EP crumples to the floor, and Hix stands over him, lining up the hammer over his skull for one final devestating blow. He raises the hammer high above his head.. Jarred: Oh my god no! Don't do this!!! Suddenly, the hammer disappears from Hix's graps. He looks up, confused, then turns round. CRUNCH! Jarred: BAH GAWD! Ruthless Aggression just smashed Hix right in the face with his own sledgehammer! Hix crumples to the floor, and the Brothers step back, trying to avoid the maniacal swinging of the sledgehammer by Ruth. However, she forgets about Silencio, who grabs her from behind by the arms, forcing her to drop the hammer. The Brothers grin evilly, and step ominously towards the struggling Ruthless, now kicking her legs wildly in a desperate attempt to keep them away. Masters: Now she's gonna pay for getting involved! Two of the brothers grab one of Ruthless' legs each, restraining her. Suddenly, Krimzon Blaze and Mike Monroe charge out from the back and down the ramp. Jarred: Thank God! Tru Family Crew! Masters: But they're outnumbered, 4 to 3! And look at the size of these people! As if heeding Masters' warning, KB and Monroe stop just short of the apron. Jarred: I think you might be right, and I think they now realise that! However, both Monroe and KB have big grins on their face.. grins fully justified when "The Pretender" hits the soundsystem, an explosion of cheers greeting the arrival of the World Heavyweight Champion, Cage Stryker.. wearing an XTC t-shirt. Jarred: BAH GAWD! CAGE STRYKER, THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! AND HE'S WEARING AN XTC T-SHIRT!!! Cage charges down the ramp, and all three men make their way inside the ring. They immediately go for the Brothers of Misery, forcing them off of Ruth and back against the ropes and the turnbuckle. Silencio throws Ruth to the ground, and wades into the battle, spinning Cage around only to be met with a fist to the face. Cage forces Silencio back, then whips him into the corner, Silencio colliding against one of the Brothers. Cage smiles, and picks up the sledgehammer, tossing it to the rising Ruthless Aggression. Ruthless stares at the hammer, then marches over to another of the Brothers, striking him in the head and knocking him over the ropes and outside the ring. As she does so, Monroe drops on all fours in front of the third Brother, as KB charges forwards, steps up off Monroe's back, and tackles the brother over to the outside as well. Jarred: XTC is clearing house here! Cage and Ruth now start double-teaming Silencio and the third Brother in the corner, trading kicks to the midsection. Cage shoves Silencio forwards, where Ruth kicks him in the gut and hits him with a spinning sit-out pedigree, before kicking him out to the floor as well. Cage then pulls the Brother out of the corner, and shoves him through the ropes. All 8 men (and woman) continue to brawl on the outside, eventually heading out through various sections of the crowd, as the focus shifts back to the bloodied El Pablo and TJ Hix in the ring, neither men having moved since their respective beatings. Jarred: Well XTC may have saved Ruthless Aggression, but El Pablo is still out cold in the ring, as is the mastermind of his destruction, TJ Hix! Masters: This has been an insane main event, what else could possibly happen!? "Die Motherf**ker Die" by Dope hits the soundsystem. Jarred: Oh my.. are you kidding me!?!?!? Masters: It can't be!!! The crowd descends into the biggest jeers of the night as "Bad Ass" Matt Covey steps out onto the stage, beer can in hand, his eyes focused on the ring. Jarred: MATT COVEY IS BACK! THE BAD ASS IS HERE! AND BAH GAWD, WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN FOR EL PABLO NOW!?!?!? Covey walks slowly down the ramp, and slides into the ring. He looks down at the bodes of El Pablo and Hix, the latter of whom is now moving slightly. He steps over to the "F'N Boss" and extends a hand down, helping Hix to his feet. Hix nods at Covey, then slumps back against the turnbuckle, nursing his head as the blood continues to run down it. Jarred: Covey unsurprisingly helping Hix to his feet.. and now his attention turns.. to the Five Star Superstar. Covey slowly stalks El Pablo, just barely starting to move, blood clearly visible through the holes in his mask. Covey steps round in front of him as EP rolls onto his stomach, and starts trying to push himself up. Masters: Ohh, play dead, kid! Play dead! Covey looks around at the fans, then bends forwards.. and offers El Pablo a hand. Jarred: WHAT!? Masters: WHAT!? Everyone watching: WHAT!? EP, partially blinded by blood and still obviously feeling the effects of his assault, takes the hand, and Covey pulls him up to his feet. EP stands up.. and then sees who it is that has helped him, jumping back instinctively from the "Bad Ass". Jarred: Covey helping El Pablo back to his feet! I don't.. What the hell are we seeing, William!? Masters: I have no idea! Covey takes a sip of his beer, as both El Pablo and Hix look at him in complete shock and confusion. He looks at the two of them, obviously somewhat amused by the reaction, and raises his drink to both men, before downing the rest of the beer. Jarred: My god folks, what a night this has been! The rivalry between XTC and TNG escalating to near suicidal proportions! A new challenger to the X-Title! Our first entrant into Money In The Bank! The World Heavyweight Champion adding yet MORE weight to the rumours of an XTC alliance! And Matt Covey, SENSATIONALLY, making his return.. and HELPING El Pablo!? What the hell is going on here!? Masters: I don't know, but what I do know is that YOU, like everyone watching right now, will have to tune in on television next week to find out! *****-----*****
Backstage, Jenny Jacobs walks up to a wounded KING. His face paint starting to fall off his face with the mix of sweat and some slight droplets of blood.
Jenny: Mike, what was the deal with that?
KING: Jenny, it is all about being a part of a war. Even though we may not have the World title, it's not about the amount of battles that end in a stalemate or lose, it is about winning the big battles. Until I cam along, The Next Generation lacked direction. They needed me and I needed my half-brother. It was a symbiotic relationship that has worked out and benefited both the Next Generation members as individuals and as a collective group. Jenny they had Psyko Steve and it didn't work, they needed something and so did I. Since then, The Next Generation has been virtually unstoppable. We've driven fan favorites out of CZW.
You at it, Ace King is gone and he isn't coming back. I knocked him out on his ass from the X-Chamber scaffolding. Then this past week, I took out my former partner. Brian Kirkland left because he was a coward who would not take on a man who called him out. Then you had K-Busa, a "hand-picked replacement" of Brian Kirkland and I took him and beat his ass out CZW as quickly as he came in. While I have had cut, stitches, scars and injured hands through my battles as a part of The Next Generation, our mission has been accomplished with me as a foot soldier in the trenches. The Next Generation are ready to destroy CZW and rebuild it the way we want to and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do to stop it.
KING walks away after giving Jenny his words. He turns the corner and a thud is heard. The camera man runs around the corner to see a steel chair laying on top of a knocked out KING.
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